Organic Overload

"Mister President, our soldiers on the frontlines have reported a massive troop surge from the RASC," a lieutenant suddenly barged through the door disrupting his conversation with the Energy Secretary. "If we will not hold the Jura Line, they will overrun the city of Basel in a matter of days!"

"Damn those Teutonic bastards! Use whatever necessary force to slow their advance!" The President almost choked after giving his orders.

"Will you grant us the green light to drop the Black Death Bomb on different RASC positions sir?" The lieutenant inquired. Pearls of sweat rolled down the President's withered face. He knows that once the enemy occupies the city of Basel, the entire canton of Zurich including its capital will surrender to the RASC.

"Mister President, if Zurich falls, we will lose control of one of our key gardens." The Energy Secretary advised. "Even if it will cause a global uproar, I strongly suggest that we use our destructive capabilities against Teutonic cities as well!"

"History will never forgive us. I cannot take such responsibility."

"But think of our future sir. The empire will think twice of invading us again when they find out that we have already developed the perfect weapon."

"Do you think they are not aware that we already posses such destructive weapon Mister Secretary?"

The President retreats back to his office desk. The table, with its intricately carved cross and other medieval illustrations embedded on its front and sides still whiffs of pinewood cut from the Western Alps. It has been in his office long before the founding of the Croesus Republic. Breathing deeply, he took a piece of paper with a government insignia written on its top left corner. Silently he began scribbling notes, which the two gentlemen found perplexing. After writing his orders, he pricked his finger using the presidential pen. Droplets of blood began to surface from his pierced skin.

"Use the Black Death against RASC units that are within Croesus' borders." He then pressed his bleeding finger against the piece of white paper. "Your general can verify my orders using genetic scanners. That's all lieutenant."

"Thank you Mister President." The soldier was about to exit the door, when the President gives a follow-up order.

"Tell your superior to evacuate the city of Zurich before nightfall - I want all the children and elderly out of that accursed place. " The president turned his back against the two gentlemen to set his gaze towards the blue skies outside his office. "Humans will forever be ruled by greed. The RSC will never stop until they get what they want."

The lieutenant quietly withdraw from the scene leaving the Energy Secretary with the President.

"So much blood has been shed for our Eastern Rose." The President mumbled.

"Enough is enough."

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The Jura Line separates the country of Croesus from Teutonia, the former Federal Republic of Germany. Teutonia was once allied with Croesus through cultural and historical ties. However, the RASC invaded this state replacing all its leaders with ones who are now loyal to the empire.

The Black Death is a Croseun superweapon. Whispers tell that its elements were directly condensed from the much-prized Eastern Rose. Information about its effects is strictly confidential. Aside from top-brass generals and lead scienctists of Croesus. Only the President knows of this weapon's existence.