April 30th, 1938.
At the Royal Palace of Triesenberg. Emperor Triesenberg
General Wilhelm Krieger was standing in front of the ornate door of the Emperor's office. He signaled to the guards who were standing on either side, and they promptly opened the door. The general took a deep breath, straightened his uniform, and stepped inside.
He found the Emperor seated behind a large mahogany desk, seemingly sifting through a stack of papers. The room was quiet, with only the soft rustling of the documents breaking the silence. The Emperor looked up as General Krieger entered, his expression serious but calm.
"General Krieger," the Emperor greeted, his tone neutral. "What news do you bring?"
Wilhelm Krieger marched forward, stopping in front of the desk. He saluted crisply before speaking.
"It's about the developing events in the Black Continent, where a country called Valoria has appeared out of thin air. His Highness, Theodore, has made contact with the Matalebe Tribes, who have been cooperative. They have sealed an alliance."
"What is his plan?"
"According to the telegram, they wanted the Matalebe Tribes to mount an offensive at the capital of Zambesi. They have assumed that the Kingdom of Zambesi has struck a mutual agreement with the country of Valoria and would help the Zambesi in case of domestic terrorism. That way, we would be able to find out Valoria's military capabilities through Matalebe.
The Prince is also requesting military equipment, funds, and manpower."
The Emperor leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful as he absorbed General Krieger's words.
The Emperor nodded, dismissing the General with a wave of his hand. "Keep me informed of any developments, General. This situation with Valoria is precarious, and we must be prepared for any eventuality."
"As you command, Your Majesty," Krieger said before turning on his heel and exiting the room."
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Five days later, in Votswana, Commander Kagiso returned to the palace where Prince Theodore and his officers were stationed.
Kagiso walked straight to the office where Prince Theodore was waiting. The prince, flanked by his officers, looked up as Kagiso entered, a calm yet expectant look on his face.
"So, Commander Kagiso," Prince Theodore began, his voice steady, "what has your council decided?"
Kagiso took a deep breath, standing tall as he delivered the message. "The council has agreed to your terms, Your Highness. We will accept the alliance and the support of the Empire. The Matalebe will stand with you."
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Prince Theodore's face. "Excellent," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You've made a wise decision, Commander. This alliance will ensure the survival of your people and the downfall of your oppressor."
Prince Theodore's satisfaction deepened as he observed Kagiso's resolute expression. "With the council's agreement, we can move forward swiftly. The first shipment of weapons and supplies will arrive within days. Your warriors will receive the finest training our officers can provide."
Kagiso nodded, though his gaze remained cautious. "We appreciate the support, Your Highness. My people have endured much, and this alliance offers a chance to reclaim what was lost."
Theodore leaned forward, his tone growing more intense. "It's not just about reclaiming, Commander. It's about reshaping the future. Zambesi's grip on this region has lasted too long. Now, all you have to do is follow our lead. You will attack on the date where we told you to."
"I understand," Kagiso acknowledged and in his mind, he was already elated at the prospect of overthrowing the Zambesi's government and establishing a new one where the Matelebe Tribes would lead. For him, this is the moment, the year, and the time to end the tyranny of Zambesi's government.