Aristedes of Magnesia

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The great and well-known Aristedes of Magnesia led an army of one-thousand Armored Athenian Hoplite Spearmen, a hundred Greek Cavalry, and two units of Heavy Onagers right into Thracian territory. Their first target: Campus Getae.

"Captain, we will bombard their walls with our heavy artillery, and then you go in with the Hoplites, and I'll charge in with the Cavalry."

"But sir, our Carthaginian spy, Sakarbal Tipasa, entered the city, and came back saying that there were no soldiers on the streets. We sent him back to confirm, and he isn't back yet.

"Βλασφημία Okay, we're still attacking. We attack in the morning, when they're unwary and sleeping."

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"Fireeeeee!!"

The Greek men cranked the Onager, pulling it back, then let go, ducking for their own safety. The huge boulders smashed into the Thracian walls, having it crumble, and the Thracian Falxmen behind the walls were crushed by the debris.

"Goooo! Go go go!! In!"

The Athenian men charged right into the city, imagining there would be fierce warriors. But, there were no people inside. It looked abandoned. One of Aristede's men came across a rotting corpse on the ground. He gasped, for the body was deranged and frightening. He looked up, and found another corpse hanging from a pole, upside-down. This soldier was named Cleitos of Athens. He was born and raised in Athens, but his parents didn't train him hard, they didn't punish him. Cleitos, in one way, is spoiled. The soldiers eventually came across the town center, where they found many, many, many Thracian warriors guarding a statue.

"There!! Greeks! Let us send them to hell, where they belong!"
"Pull!!!"

A thousand horses tied to a statue started to run. The statue opened up, revealing a blinding light, It was like a vortex, hundreds of Greeks and Thracians were pulled into the light. Disappearing.

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It was going into the jaws of hell, and coming right back out.

PHZEW

Cleitos was the first to open his eyes.
"General, where the hell are we?"

"I do not quite know."
"..."
"Where did the Thracians go?"



"Where are we?!"
"What are those people over there... in green... speaking some language... Oh! It's Germanic, I know!"
"... And what are those irregularly shaped swords... small too. Why are they pointing it at us? That is-"




"Oh well, not important now." said Aristedes

A group of Liberty Police walk up to the large army.

"Hey, what the hell?! What is this?"

"Hmm! A female soldier in very complex armour. Ha! I would never have a female in my army!"

A female Greek soldier in the back, Thetis, was sweating like hell. Aristedes catches a name on the officer's uniform.

"Araujo."
"Where are you from? Parthia?"

"What? I'm from around here. Manhattan. It's Luisa Araujo."

"What's that biiiig sword that you're holding? Let me see."

Aristedes yanks the Sig SG5520 from Luisa's hands.

"Um... uh-"

Luisa reaches for her sidearm. It seems to be stuck in her belt. She gives it a good yank, nothing yet. Aristedes points the Sig at her. Luisa gives her sidearm a good, hard pull. It's free. A little too late though. Aristedes fires three shots, hitting Luisa in the leg, causing her to drop the gun and yell in pain. The other officers all start firing at the giant army, killing off some soldiers. Cleitos holds up his shield, making a large dent in the shield. In anger, he drops his shield and phalanx and pulls out his short sword, followed by the cutting of one of the officer's throat. Luisa, however has a Greek Cavalry's spear in her chest. The Greek army advances leaving Luisa on the ground. Luisa looks around, she is not concerned about herself, but about one of her officers. She sees his throat slit. Luisa closes her eyes and dies on the Manhattan landing pad.

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