[h3][b][u]Day 1[/u][/b][/h3]
[sub]December 10th... Morning 7AM[/sub]

The forecast called for rain tonight. Of course it did. Of course it would. And when it rained, the snow would come. They had all expected it. And it would delay any flights into the state, or out of it once the war had begun. But that was still several hours away, and it was a busy day for plotting, meetings, and possibly starting the war off on a strong foot. 

As the sun rose, the light bathed over the flat fields, and the roads, and the houses. Bathing the waking people in the light. And from a spot, the war's lone observer watched. From a field, then the roof of a house, and so on, Ruler watched the people coming in. Be it plane, or train, or by automobile. They would all come, and they would fight for their dreams. It was so strange that they'd fight so violently for such a thing. But Ruler couldn't judge. Instead, as a flask of water touched Ruler's lips, they had only one thought. 

[i]Fight. Fight because that is what humanity does best.[/i] 

And with that, the flask found itself back on Ruler's hip. A bronze shine, battered and beaten by scorch marks, but weathered by ice and cold, could be clearly seen in the early morning light. Then... It, and Ruler, were [i]gone[/i]. 
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[h3]_________________________[i][b]Master[/b][/i]_________________________[/h3]
Military Base - Fort Owen[/center]

[color=8493ca]"Are the preparations made?"[/color]
Arthur didn't need a response. He already knew the answer. Since in the two weeks he'd had since he arrived at Fort Owen. The soldiers that flanked either side of him had been prepped for what was going to happen. They didn't know everything. But they didn't need to. They just had to be there. What would make sure he won the war was not an army at his beck and call, but his servant, and the tactics he had cut his teeth on years ago. 
"Of course. But, what about your... Associate?" The man to his right said, stumbling to keep pace with the man in near black. "We're aware you're in charge, but are you sure they can accomplish what you want?"
[color=8493ca]"Are you suggesting my servant isn't willing or able to win this war?"[/color] Arthru's eyes focused on the man, who shrunk back. There was something about all this that didn't settle right with some of the military. How they had expected nothing, until a group of men had shown up, declaring themselves agents of the government, and that they were at war with a terrorist cell. 
"I meant nothing of the sort. But... They've been on the observation deck, and it's weirding out some of the others." The soldier finished, and with a sigh, Arthur had to admit that even he had been surprised by his own servant. 

[color=8493ca]"Very well, I will check in with them."[/color] There was a moment where he dragged his hands through his hair, and made a turn. Stairs ahead, he began to ascend, and in time, he reached the tower. It was empty, with the windows open so cold morning air escaped into the room. Outside the window the last visages of the moon could be seen, and Arthur leaned out the window. 
[color=8493ca]"You know, we can't start until the first night, right? You're getting a bit ahead of yourself with all this pre-emptive scouting."[/color] His head in his arms as he looked out, and his words directed at his servant, who at moment was probably occupying the roof, and posing dramatically.