I... *stares at the receiver* Right. Sir. When do we leave? It's just, the place is in a mess and you know there's no one else to rely on to sort it all out.
We leave as soon as you can get to the runway. We'll take my jet. Just get someone to cover for you; we won't be gone long. I'm sure nothing will collapse in the next day or two.
Which reminds me: Where the fuck is Mablung?! One month, I told him, and not a day longer!
*snorts* That's what he'll say, I'm sure. I have half a mind to stick him on crossing-guard duty until the End T—until he withers and dies of old age. *is clearly satisfied by the notion*
*spends next to no time packing* *and then spends most of an hour trying to cajole and threaten her fellow marchwardens into behaving until she or Mablung gets back*
*duly presents herself at the airfield* *is a bit nervous about flying*
*brightly* Funny story. See, I decided to build an honest-to-Eru army for a change, and I got the kid to agree to run it. But he got this ridiculous idea in his head that I should get the ex-Noldor and other such-- *airquotes* --allies, as he calls them, to set up their own base affiliates or whatever the hell they are. So I promised him not to do anything that might be construed as hostile before I talked to them, and Melly once told me that if you keep your promises on occasion, people are more likely to take your word for stuff. So here we are. Only you're doing all the talking because I can't actually stomach talking about active cooperation with those fuckwits.
*...*
So not a funny story, so much. Sort of boring even.
*considers this* So. You're creating an army but being sporting about it by letting the other kingdoms and republics and whatnots know. *muses* So we need to ensure that they don't see it as a hostile act but rather a pre-emptive decision to defend our borders against enemies as yet unknown. Of course, they'd probably demand transparency which might mean we'd need to make provisions for embassies and consulates. *looks at you sternly
That fucking word again. I'm really starting to hate that word, you know. You soldier-y types are all alike. With your "tell them about everything" and "don't nuke them out of existence"!
Oh, hang on, here we go.
*falls silent as the plane taxis and takes off, eventually reaching cruising altitude*
*sniggers as the pilot announces preparation for descent almost immediately*
You soldier-y types are all alike. With your "tell them about everything" and "don't nuke them out of existence"!
*demurely* That's why Eru created secret services, Sir.
*sniggers as the pilot announces preparation for descent almost immediately* *looks out at the airfield of Hithlum* *is a little spooked that all the buildings seem to be above-ground*
I don't know. It just seems like you guys want to take all the fun out of having an army in the first place. What good is it to say, "Hey, Fingon, your kid's been shtupping my daughter. This is my favorite tank! Surprise!" if they know all about my capabilities and troop movements?
*offers you a barf bag just in case* Well, it's not like Hithlum is actually that far away. Mostly it's just funny to make up purchase orders for jet fuel.