The North PacificBoard

February 7th, 1969. Prosperous, Greatly

Across the horizon in the hustle and bustle city of an odd mix skyscrapers and huts, either a result of poor city planning or mismanagement in the eyes of Yingguo, sits a silhouette of a ship and another silhouette of a boxed vehicle approaching shore. Within that boxed vehicle sat an aged man, old but not exactly rusty, competent but not exactly strong, it was Colonel Yu Guanting. Colonel Yu was a military man, he served ever since the Battle of Shanghai in 1940, the collapse of the Republic in 1947 and then in the Eastern Revolutionary Front in 1948 to 1962 where he was recommissioned back into the military due to his continued desire to lead his marines. And with that choice came the rank of Colonel despite him being in his 60's which then lead to his deployment in the Tropics, a land he thought he would never visit, and yet here he was; in a helicopter and awaiting to do a diplomatic trip on behalf of Yingguo.

His Helicopter flew against the sunset behind them, forming a black silhouette for bystanders on the shore as the cruiser full of guns and missiles loomed on the horizon as the Helicopter flew across the bright waters of Prosperous as it approached the sandy beaches and soon the city as it reached the nearest garrison of Yingguo Military Elements, why the garrison? Cause it was the only place with the necessary infrastructure to land and maintain the helicopter properly for his flight back in 7 days.

Colonel Yu let out a sigh as the helicopter made it descent, slowly but surely touching the ground as he looked out to the outside of the Helicopter which was blinded by the godrays coming from the sky for a sight, specifically the bureaucrat in a pressed suit which was maybe an aid or a politician, a sight he was all too used to back in the capital..

The man approaching the helicopter gives a respectful salute as it touches down and Colonel Yu is escorted out of it. He steps forward to introduce himself to the colonel. “Greetings, Colonel,” he remarks. “How excellent it is to meet you at last. I’ve heard of your daring feats, and they sound simply brilliant! I simply wish we’d had someone of your tactical caliber in the Greatlyian military back when I was in charge...

“Oh, but of course!” He exclaims. “I haven’t introduced myself yet, have I? I am officially Lieutenant General Marsha, although my proper rank is somewhat up in the air ever since they demoted me from General for my use of, ah... prohibited tobacco substances...” He begins walking down a path towards a vehicle presumably meant to take the men towards Prosperous.

“But I digress. Anyway, you were probably expecting a politician or bureaucrat from this getup they stuffed me in, eh? But no, I get to show you around this place because I seem to be the only one in this blasted nation with any blasted semblance of military know-how...”

Lieutenant General Marsha looks up, seemingly escaping from dwelling on his thoughts as he reaches the car. “Right! Well, there she is...” Despite all his apparent bad-mouthing of the nation, he has an oddly fond expression on his face as he gestures towards the city of Prosperous in all its mismatched glory. “The central point of the struggle to seize this nation by the scruff and shove it into the present day. The government is trying to force modernization in every way they know how, but the people are stubborn, and old habits die hard.” He chuckles. “Hopefully these troops you folks have so generously provided should give us something to work with and help us kick these efforts into high gear. Anyways, I suppose it’s time to head into Prosperous and for you to see it for yourself... unless you have any questions first?”