Everything Stays: In the Future

The Coming Storm

At the base of the mountains that houses Mistral, a large military structure finishes its completion. Greene is standing firm, overseeing the operation as numerous natives of the kingdom equip their gear and load their weapons, preparing to become a full active military. Greene smiles as he looks across the valley at the progress he's made. A ship from Mistral then lands behind him and from it, steps Bazaar Hiltzaile. Greene rolls his eyes but puts on a smile as he walks over to the headmaster.

Greene: Professor! What can I do for you this fine day?

Bazaar: Oh nothing much. I just decided it was in my best interest to check up on things. Seeing how you are so desperate to overthrow Huntsmen and Huntresses in place of these...soldiers.

Greene: Way of the future, I see it. Why spend four years training one person when we could spend a year with the same progress and same might.

Bazaar: That's...debatable. Highly illogical if I might add.

Greene: Tell that to the other councilors.

Bazaar: I have. You were there.

Greene: Oh! Oh, right I was.

Bazaar: Does your immature way of insulting me bring you some level of joy in life?

Greene: Somewhat, yes.

Bazaar: Your arrogance will be the downfall of our kingdom! If not that, then your allegiance to those who wish to see the kingdom's downfall with certainly have their own dreams come true. Killing us all.

Greene: My arrogance? Professor, I do not see the worry you-

Bazaar: It is just us here, DROP the act.

Greene looked at Bazaar before shifting his eyes into a glare. He placed his hands behind his back and tightened his tie before he turned fully around. Bazaar glared right back as he walked over to his political counterpart.

Greene: And what are you going to do about it, little one? Sue me? Fight me in the political field once again? Or will you attempt to kill me here and now and-

Bazaar: I intend on seeing your actions VERY closely. Restrictions of huntsmen and huntresses are already to tight for us to handle. We may have to keep in with your military force if we are to survive. And you wouldn't want our "plague" of a people into your "perfect" military, would you?

Greene: I would never imagine such a thing. If you wish to have work, then please, have work in MY army.

Bazaar: Then you would not mind me having two seats on the council, same as Atlas.

Greene: Well, you see, Professor, you are no general, nor are you-

Bazaar: If the huntsmen become one with the military forces, then I see no reason to not join forces under a single division. You should have thought better about your technical planning, Councilman. Because so far...the others agree with me.

Bazaar walked over to the balcony and jumped from it, a falcon in place of him. Greene glared as he watched Bazaar fly off for the day. He laughed a little to himself before it became a full-blown laugh. After a few seconds, Greene calmed down and looked back up at the sky as more volunteers arrived to be fitted for the army.

Greene: Just you wait, Hiltzaile. Just you wait.

Greene went to an earpiece.

Greene: We have more than enough. Is the gang ready? Good. Prepare your strike for later tonight. Both parties.

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Greene's audio shuts off as Beryl steps away from the monitor and out into his new warehouse headquarters. He looks down to see several hundred mercenaries and his own men placing Atlesian Military uniforms and Mistrali Military uniforms. He nods to himself as two more people walk up to him, each wearing a military uniform. The one wearing Atlas takes off his mask to reveal Clayton Kahn while the Atlas uniform is worn by Vert Russel.