01-09-2020, 09:02 AM
Transmission Source Open - Sirius and Gallic Wide-band
Transmission Location: Secured
A man smirked softly into the camera as the lights flickered on around him. "Bonjour..." He slowly and lazily waved his hand in front of the camera before placing the cherry that he held into his mouth, obnoxiously chewing it before continuing. "None of you honestly think that I would sit idly by watching my late fathers beloved kingdom be torn asunder by petty in-fighting between worthless nobles, and a terrorist organization claiming his... non, my rightful throne as their own would you? He leans back in his chair, tilting his head up as his smirk grew wider, "To the so-called loyalists clambering for my throne and fighting amongst yourselves like children... know your place and beg for forgiveness, and I - as your rightful king - will grant you a wealth that only a DeFrance can grant you. Stand against me..." He chuckled softly, licking his lips. "You'll understand exactly what it means to feel your life slipping away. To the Republique who claims victory over my kingdom... your fruitless efforts will be in vain, you are nothing more than terrorists claiming you can bring peace and stability to my kingdom the people see through your lies, as you can't even stop the in-fighting of children. You're burgeoning Republique is a disgrace to everything that makes us Gallic, and you won't survive, soon you'll find yourselves crawling on your hands and knees begging for my forgiveness, you might receive it if you surrender."
His smirk slowly faded from his face as his eyes narrowed on the camera, leaning forwards once more. "To the houses of Sirius, specifically Bretonia and Liberty. My crusade against you has only just begun. Your worlds will burn as my father, and my fathers father intended them to. You may think you've defeated the mighty Gallic Navy. But you haven't. You will fail, and I'll see that your people kneel at my feet when it's all over."
"And finally to the Royalists who followed my fathers every command. I am your king now, we will secure our Kingdom, and our shores will run red with the blood of our enemies."
And with the snap of his fingers the camera broadcast flickered off.
Transmission Location: Secured
A man smirked softly into the camera as the lights flickered on around him. "Bonjour..." He slowly and lazily waved his hand in front of the camera before placing the cherry that he held into his mouth, obnoxiously chewing it before continuing. "None of you honestly think that I would sit idly by watching my late fathers beloved kingdom be torn asunder by petty in-fighting between worthless nobles, and a terrorist organization claiming his... non, my rightful throne as their own would you? He leans back in his chair, tilting his head up as his smirk grew wider, "To the so-called loyalists clambering for my throne and fighting amongst yourselves like children... know your place and beg for forgiveness, and I - as your rightful king - will grant you a wealth that only a DeFrance can grant you. Stand against me..." He chuckled softly, licking his lips. "You'll understand exactly what it means to feel your life slipping away. To the Republique who claims victory over my kingdom... your fruitless efforts will be in vain, you are nothing more than terrorists claiming you can bring peace and stability to my kingdom the people see through your lies, as you can't even stop the in-fighting of children. You're burgeoning Republique is a disgrace to everything that makes us Gallic, and you won't survive, soon you'll find yourselves crawling on your hands and knees begging for my forgiveness, you might receive it if you surrender."
His smirk slowly faded from his face as his eyes narrowed on the camera, leaning forwards once more. "To the houses of Sirius, specifically Bretonia and Liberty. My crusade against you has only just begun. Your worlds will burn as my father, and my fathers father intended them to. You may think you've defeated the mighty Gallic Navy. But you haven't. You will fail, and I'll see that your people kneel at my feet when it's all over."
"And finally to the Royalists who followed my fathers every command. I am your king now, we will secure our Kingdom, and our shores will run red with the blood of our enemies."
And with the snap of his fingers the camera broadcast flickered off.