[b]Serbian Military Base, 5 Miles away from Belgrade[/b]
The sound of running motors approached the Serbian Military base. This base was located in a flat grassy land of Serbia. Two APCs were in the front and back of a long black limosoune. It windows were tinted, but inside was Alexsandar. He was coming to this military base to meet with one of the Serbian Generals. The base came into view, soldiers could be seen preforming there daily drills and barracks and others buildings scattered about the base.

Alexsandar grabbed his head as he felt a headache coming on. He ignored it, as there was important buisnesss to be done here and no time to complain about a small headache. The limosoune finally entered the military base, and Alexsandar had a more clear view of the military base itself. The marching of soldiers could be heard not to far away. Most of the buildings looked realtively new, as if they had only been recently constructed. The largest was a big green builded with a rounded roof, most likely the barracks. A few grey garrages could be seen off in the distance, near another entrance to a base. Most of the base was gray pavement, with a few fields of grass here and there.

Alexsandar headed towards what looked like a small mobile white building. It had windows that had been shuttered, blocking the view of its inside from outside. Alexsandar stepped up and entered the small building.

The building was a single room and wasn't furnished, only holding a desk and a few filing cabinets. A tall man was observing a map of Serbia and the surrounding countries. On that map were various plastic soldiers, showing the planned movements of the Serbian Military when reunifacation came.

"Gordan! It is nice to see you. I hope you knew I was coming today." said a happy Alexsandar

Gordan Dusko looked up at Alexsandar. He was wearing a military cap and a standard military cammo outfit. He had various pins and symbols on his outfit to represent his rank as general. He took off his cap revealing that he was in fact bald. Like most Serbians his face appeared to be flattened, he had a sharp chin and cheekbones, giving his face a angled look.

"I did not. I only recieved word when a soldier saw your little escort coming up the road" replied Gordan.

"I have come to discuss a few plans with you. I have decided the sooner we move to reunite Yugoslavia the better." chatted Alexsandar.

"My forces have been ready for years. I can tell you we will have no problems with getting the troops to move. The Nationlism we have drilled into them will make them obey are every word."

"What about the intial plans? We are still moving for Bosnia first then I presume"

"Yes we are. Our navy is not as strong as I like it to be. We have to move for those first as a naval assualt of Crotia or the region that once made of Slovenia is out of the question."

Alexsandar suddenly felt his headache amplified a bit. He noticed strange shapes and colors, as if he was hallucinating. He had suffered form this most of his life. It had started with headaches and then he have halluciantions. He gave himself a minute to recover before speaking to Gordan again.

"Sorry Gordon, I just have felt a bit sick lately. Begin preparing yourself, as soon as you move out I will tell the other Commanders and Generals aswell, along with making the offical declaration of war to Bosnia." said Alexsandar

"I will move out as soon as possible Alexsandar." replied Gordon.

Alexsandar left the building and headed back to his limousine. His headaches were still plaguging him, but he felt good. It had been his goal since he took controll of Serbia to see it grow, and reunite with the former countries of Yugoslavia once again. Soon he though, very soon.

[b]Gordon's Speech[/b]

Gordon watched as Alexsandar left. He was ready to begin. He had longed to see Yugoslavia reunited once again since the last years of Bojan's rule and all throughout Alexsandar's rule.

While not officialy the Supreme Commander of the Serbian Military, that title was held by Alexsandar, Gordon was recgonized as one of the greatest military minds in Serbia. Alexsandar trusted him with commmand of most of Serbia's military when it was needed.

He stepped out of his office and walked across the pavement to a small raised wooden platform. He had had it built for when he needed to give a speech to his men. He told his commanders to round up everyone for a speech. He saw the crowd of soldiers gather before him and he spoke.

"It has been a long time since we left Yugoslavia, and its collaspe due to it silly way of running a economy. Alexsandar has recently informed me that we will soon march upon those lands and countries that make up Yugoslavia, we will reunite with them once again! I tell you this so that you can prepare as we march out tomorrow! Once we begin we will be joined by the rest of Serbia's Great military. So prepare my men, so that we march out in a great conquest to restore the glory of Yugoslavia and Serbia!"

Cheer raised throughout the crowd of soldiers. All was going well, though Gordon. He gathered his commanders and began discussing there plans, for it wouldn't be long now.

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