At the declaration of war, the intel-ii chose the moment to reveal a particularly helpful feature.Its sudden ping blinded me with a whole lot of tabs as it usually did whenever I activated it and a sturdy, brown and spiked tab then floated in the middle of my vision.~Wars~I tried putting it aside to focus on the rest of Luciano’s report as it was the least translucent tab I’d come across but it wouldn’t budge. I had no choice but address the blaring red screen.The tab was split into different sections and like most things with the intel-ii it had information that seemed to go on forever, I felt I’d be looking very distracted throughout the meeting but with a skim of the tab it looked like it would serve me more to pay it my undivided attention rather than pretend to listen to Luciano explain how we’d been caught by surprise.“Luciano, I’ll get back to you on this soon. My orders are the same as ever. Defend.”I didn’t need to see his face to know he looked grim. As it was it would

I couldn’t help but smile to myself.I’d long since left Aina back at the capitol and flown to the border at sofia, where technically all the action was happening.Needless to say, Luciano wasn’t at all happy to see me. This wasn’t what he had in mind when I said I’d get back to him. But his slack jaw wasn’t the reason for my mirth. I’d felt things suddenly become strained between myself and Aina and I knew very well I’d done quite a great job at pushing her away. But alas, it felt good to give in, it felt good to think her as someone I could crawl back to.But she wasn’t the only reason for my mirth.As it seemed the closer I was to the battlefront the more efficient the War tab was. I currently had Luciano as well as the other generals save for Loup present in the pseudo war chambers. The war tab had splayed across in a nice fashion a 2d-3d model of the battlefront that I could easily manipulate to my liking. Not that any of the others could see it, but they’d have literally no choi

Alex didn’t need any more proof. His thoughts and suspicions had all been confirmed.Loup was insane, coo-coo, cracked, bat-shit fucking crazy.“Kill Luciano!?” he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d jumped out of his seat and slammed his hands on the desk so hard all its utensils jumped. “Are you legit insane!”“Calm the fuck down, Alex, someone might hear you!” Loup rebuked in a hushed voice.Alex fell to his seat, reached into his desk drawer and pulled out and expensive looking bottle of alcohol and a shot glass. Pouring himself a glass he downs it in a go and rests his head in his hands. A wave of exhaustion washes over him as he glances a look at his fidgeting brother.“Do you really believe and I mean really believe. That killing Luciano would be a good idea for anyone to have?”Loup finally settled down and with a scoff he replied, “The Verdantians killed his parents and we’re fighting a DEFENSIVE war against them. I do-”“Yeah well the Verdantians have an entire military technolog

Alban was the proud unanimously elected democratic leader of his team. He was ecstatic about it, he’d never taken on any leadership position before the feeling of eyes on his back, people looking up to him truly and relying on his skills and expertise, his knowledge and intuition. His bravery.If he was being completely honest, he never expected his teammates to actually take his self-nomination seriously. They’d even listed out all good traits backing why they truly thought he would serve as a good leader.But sitting here on a toilet seat, tired and thoroughly scared, Alban realized his teammates knew that the true weight of leadership was one not easily carried, especially when you had to report to someone else. When you were truly held responsible, and in the poorly masked military government that ruled the nation he was loyal to, failure was not appreciated as a learning experience, even when the tasks given were near impossible.He let out a sigh, pulling on a hand full of his h

To say things were difficult would be a severe understatement.Over the past ten days I had been overwhelmed quite thoroughly by the war. In all my past lives I’d never actually been the one giving out the orders in a war, I’d been captain once, back in the Maldives fighting Verdantians expansionism. But I’d never been the active chief commanding officer in an ongoing war, I simply never lived long enough to be one.Finally seeing the story from both sides I quickly developed an appreciation for the work the Commanders in my past lives did. How they did it without completely breaking down? I hadn’t the slightest clue.But then again, these ARE the same people that would initiate a war in the first place, perhaps I just wasn’t cut out for the job. The only thing keeping me remotely competent would be the War Tab on the intel-ii.The little page that allowed me to navigate everything that had the slightest relation to the War in three-dimension. The war page had allowed me to avoid com