[b]Belgrade, Serbia[/b]
Alexsandar sat in his office once again, looking over various reports on the status of the war against Bosnia. Assets had been moved up and down the border with a few already deploying into Bosnia. They Bosnians showed no signs of trying to attack Serbia it self, unless they were waiting for the Serbians to attack so they could launch a counter-attack. He also ordered the conscription of more soldiers for the war effort, however there weapons stock was limited, and they needed something cheap. He had his military professionals looking onto what was currently in the market to see if they could get anything, but for now conscription would be in limited numbers without those extra weapons.

Alexsandar heard a knock echo across his office from the large, ornate, double wooden doors that made the entrance to his office. He stepped up and glided across the room. To Alexsandar's surprise he was greeted by Damier Bogdan, he gladly let him into the office and they both took seat
"How goes the war? Well I hope" said Damier

"Oh I prefer not to discuss it, but if you most know" replied Alexsandar, stepping out of his seat and looking over Belgrade "Not much has happened yet, we are still deploying assets across the border, and are making sure they can't sneak around and attack us when we launch our own attack."

"I was wondering what we are going to about Croatia though, The Germans are defending it, and they have moved forces there, it picks a big thorn in our plans." said Damier

"I do not believe Germany intends to intervene, Croatia is scared that we would declare war, which we would have if it wasn't for Germany. I think Germany wants for access to the Medeterrian Sea, a valuable position." commented Alexsandar

"Are you sure?" asked Damier

"I'm assure as I have been on every other choice I have made for Serbia." replied Alexsandar "On another note how goes your search for allies? Well I hope."

"I was already having trouble looking for allies before Germany stationed forces in Croatia, however many will likely see this as them intending to intervene our unification of Yugoslavia." replied Damier.

"Good day then Damier, back to your normal duties." said Alexsandar.

Damier left Alexsandar's office without speaking another word. 
[b]Also Belgrade, Serbia[/b]
Javor Kuzman walked out of his house. The announcement of the declaration of war against was Bosnia shook him. He wasn't like other Serbs who wanted to see Yugoslavia once agaour attempts to unite Yugoslavia. While he shouldn't affected by this annoucment he knew it meant it be likely he be conscripted for the war effort. In the past when Serbia though they were going to war or were at war they began conscription.

He was also a decent build for soldier. He was around 6ft tall and was a burly, which suited him to the physical labor in the factory he worked at. He was tanned and had black hair, with green eyes.

After a long walk in the morning Serbian air and through the run-down slums of Belgrade he saw the Factory. It wasn't so much as a factory as it was a place where a bunch of people got together and assembled things. The factory did have some machinery, but it was mainly conveyor belts. The factories that actually had machinery made the parts, they were then shipped off throughout Serbia were groups of workers would put them together. The "Factory" it self was just a red brick building, and scattered high up on its walls there was a few dusty large windows that allowed light in to the main areas of the factory.

He arrived at the factories loading and unloading docks, rumbling trucks shipped out assembled goods or brought in the base components needed to assemble various objects came in, whether they be weapons or radios.

He stepped in and begin his normal duties, carrying crates in out of the docks and guiding trucks to the docks. One of his fellow workers dropped a crate, it landed on the ground with a heavy thud. Javor went over and assisted his fellow worker, after the worker was up Javor went to pick up the crate, however was in it surprised him, and reminded him of the possibility of conscription.

Inside were weapon parts, varying for all types of firearms. Javor though to himself, these couldn't have been made today. The war was only announced yesterday, they couldn't have produced that many weapons parts in the actual factories already. Unless they had been preparing for this war for a while now, and knowing the Serbian Government they most likely had.

The shipments also must have been timed to only have arrived to the assembly lines today as well. They must have wanted the war to be a surprise, as conscripting men prior to the war or sending the weapons parts out before the war declaration was announced would have revealed that the Serbian Government was preparing for war. When the Serbian Government was out of war they usually purchased there weapons from other countries, but weapons parts at the factories meant they were preparing to arm a lot of men.

That meant that conscription was likely to begin, and the Serbian Government did it by going to the assembly lines and announcing to the workers that they were conscripting a number of them, and that would read out loud who was to come in the military trucks for a quick basic training course on how to shoot straight then out to the front lines.

"All workers, please report to the front of the building." boomed a loud voice over the speakers of the "factory".

Javor with the rest of the loading and unloading dock crew headed to the front. A number of men had already assembled there, with a few military officers already at the front, with military trucks ready to load those up who would be leaving today.

"More men are needed for the army, all of the following are to load up into the trucks and come with us." shouted one of the officers. He began calling out names, each second was like agony, waiting to see whether he would leave or not, or he would stay here and continue with his job.

He finally go to the Ks, each time someone stepped forward Javor got closer and closer to breaking down. He though for one single moment he might be off free, but he finally heard his name.

He stepped forward, sadness already on his face. Many conscripts die on the battlefield, and he would likely be one of them. The officers finished the call and all of them, along with Javor Kuzman were being sent off in a rattling truck towards the nearest military base, where from there they be sent to die on the front lines.

//This post is considered non-canonical