[b]Tolisa Outpost, Serbian-Bosnian Border[/b]
A Bosnian officer in full dress looked out over the landscape from a towering watchtower, carefully observing it through his binoculars. While nothing was in sight, it was deafeningly calm, the Bosnians had been on the watch for any signs of a Serbian invasion ever since they joined the Iberian League. The officer sighed, setting the binoculars on a small table that had been put in the watchtower.

“Anything sir?” said a soldier, stepping up into the rifle. He carried a small sack, which was slung off to the side, and a rifle strapped to his back.

“No, you ready to reassume your watch duty?” said the officer, turning to the soldier standing behind him.

“Yes sir.” he nodded, taking the Officer’s position.

Much of the day passed as the soldier just watched and observed, the occasional bird flying overhead. The soldier shortly left the tower, leaving the binoculars in the tower. The officer and a few other soldiers stood in various positions around the outpost.

“Nothing to report sir.” said the soldier, saluting the officer and assuming an upright and straight posture.

“Excellent then. Were about to begin lunch. You have a few minutes…” the Officer cut himself off, as he and the rest of the outpost turned to a sound coming from the distance.

“Sounds like a plane.” spoke another one of the soldiers, rushing to the officer’s position. 

As the soldier spoke, within the sight of the Bosnians appeared a small metal plane in the sky. Underneath it it carried several bombs, and the crest of Serbia rested upon its side.

“Get a message out, now!” shouted the Officer, launching the soldiers as they all began running. The bomber approached to fast, and its first bomb landed right next to the observation tower. Due to the close proximity of many the buildings in the outpost, the shockwave sent many of the soldiers tumbling to the ground. The observation tower came crashing down in a wave of fire, killing many soldiers.

The officer attempted to stand up as another bomb fell down near him, sending a wave of dust in shrapnel into the air. He barely managed to regain his balance as he felt ringing in his airs, and pieces of shrapnel that had embedded their jagged edges into his leg. He began limping towards the main building, but quickly collapsed as the pain began consuming. The last thing he saw before collapsing, was a single bomb hitting the ground.

[b]Belgrade, Serbia[/b]
Neven watched as his Generals overlooked a map of the Balkans, planning the offensives of the Bosnian War. Unofficially it had already begun, with a few precision strikes with bombers planned to begin paving the way for the Serbian Forces to reach Sarajevo. Neven smiled, his plans were beginning to fall into place. It would not be long before he brought in a United South Slav state.

“All of our forces should focus on pushing towards Sarajevo, it shall help bring about a swift end to the war.” commented General Adam.

“I would advise against that.” said Commandante Azorin, one of the Spanish advisers. He was a lean man, slinking out of the shadows and up to the map. His bald head shone in the light coming from the elegant chandelier above. A thick brown beard helped muffled his voice.

“Doing that could cause a longer war in Bosnia. If Serbia wants this war to be effective as possible, it needs to be as fast as possible. Move in and secure it before anyone can notice, that way the bulk of your forces can return to the outer borders to prevent Hungary or Croatia from getting any ideas.” spoke, as he began pushing the various little pieces representing the armies around.

“Move a few divisions and bombers along the border and make sure it is secured, keeping the Bosnian Army distracted and divided into pockets. The bulk of your forces can then move to Sarajevo, less resistance.” he finished, looking towards the group of Generals.

Adam began attempting to speak as if to try to stop Azorin’s plan, but Nevan silenced him.

“I have complete faith in your abilities, Adam, but the Spanish have mastered the Art of War in a way we have not. As the Commander and Chief of the Serbian Military I order you to begin implementing Azorin’s plan.” said Nevan, looking towards Azorin.

“Thank you Nevan, I shall begin helping them plan the more fine details.” said Azorin.

“If so then I must leave. I have a few things that I must begin planning of my own. I leave you know, do ensure that everything about this war goes well for Serbia. It would be a shame if we were to fall after we have come so far.” finished Nevan, leaving the room as Azorin turned backed to the table and assisted the Generals.