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Captain Condra, or Condra Zotan as the chetynians insisted on calling him, was not very happy with
his current stationing in Erdevan. The marshes of eastern Chetynia was nothing like the open plains
of Zotania that he was used to and he had not been informed about the... peculiar habits that these
chetyn people had when he agreed for service abroad. The people here, the ugly stuttering language
and strange traditions were at least bearable. The humid summers with all insects and the horribly
cold winters were worse.

The city itself was only a few steps above being an utter ruin. It had probably been less of a
dump in the past, but now it seemed that the only thing that kept the buildings from falling apart
was the paint on the walls and sheer luck. The people living here spoke an even ugglier dialect of
the chetyn language and most of them were poor and uneducated... and angry. Erdevan under Chetynian
rule had been anything but merciful and kind for the past fifty years.

From what he knew, the only reason why his country was allied with this backwards nation was the
rare minerals and metals found in the mountains. Resources that Zotania could not allow to fall
under Altean control. It had kept the chetynian nation from being crushed by the altean empire
and her allies, but now somehow, these fools had managed to start a war that went way over their heads.
Zotania and the Altean empires had avoided fighting each other directly, resorting to proxy wars over
the decades, but now it was full on war that no one had prepared for.

As he and his bodyguard passed by some of the parked combat vehicles inside the palace, he couldn't
help but to be irritated. No matter what weapon or gun these people got their hands on, they insisted
on painting growling faces on them.

"Why do you chetynss insisst on painting faces on all your gunss?" he thought out loud. The other
just shrugged as he opened a door. "Makes 'em hurt more." he responded without any kind of sarcasm
in his voice.

The zotan huffed at the response. Superstitious barbarians, he thought, how they could claim to be the oldest nation
in the world and how they had once been the largest empire ever created was beyond his imagination.

part four: [link]
part two: [link]

Description
Captain Condra, or Condra Zotan as the chetynians insisted on calling him, was not very happy with
his current stationing in Erdevan. The marshes of eastern Chetynia was nothing like the open plains
of Zotania that he was used to and he had not been informed about the... peculiar habits that these
chetyn people had when he agreed for service abroad. The people here, the ugly stuttering language
and strange traditions were at least bearable. The humid summers with all insects and the horribly
cold winters were worse.

The city itself was only a few steps above being an utter ruin. It had probably been less of a
dump in the past, but now it seemed that the only thing that kept the buildings from falling apart
was the paint on the walls and sheer luck. The people living here spoke an even ugglier dialect of
the chetyn language and most of them were poor and uneducated... and angry. Erdevan under Chetynian
rule had been anything but merciful and kind for the past fifty years.

From what he knew, the only reason why his country was allied with this backwards nation was the
rare minerals and metals found in the mountains. Resources that Zotania could not allow to fall
under Altean control. It had kept the chetynian nation from being crushed by the altean empire
and her allies, but now somehow, these fools had managed to start a war that went way over their heads.
Zotania and the Altean empires had avoided fighting each other directly, resorting to proxy wars over
the decades, but now it was full on war that no one had prepared for.

As he and his bodyguard passed by some of the parked combat vehicles inside the palace, he couldn't
help but to be irritated. No matter what weapon or gun these people got their hands on, they insisted
on painting growling faces on them.

"Why do you chetynss insisst on painting faces on all your gunss?" he thought out loud. The other
just shrugged as he opened a door. "Makes 'em hurt more." he responded without any kind of sarcasm
in his voice.

The zotan huffed at the response. Superstitious barbarians, he thought, how they could claim to be the oldest nation
in the world and how they had once been the largest empire ever created was beyond his imagination.

part four: [link]
part two: [link]