~Arthur Lucian siebzehnt Whitmore de Britannia~<br/><br/>The engines of the Royal carrier roared in my ears, powering down as I stood overlooking the New Heathrow Airport of Area Eleven - formerly Japan. I wonder again just how I find myself on this dinky little island. Ah, yes, I remember, I think as I disembark. My brother Cades' incompetence - Gods rest his soul. Then again, he never was one for political strategy. Still, one would think he'd have enough sense Not to order the massacre of an entire sector - especially given the current Civil unrest - happens when you take over a country, the natives tend to be a bit dodgy!<br/><br/>Still, no matter how heavy-handed his methods, Cade was a member of the royal family, albeit a piss-poor lazy one, and his murder is High Treason. As such it is a Military matter and an act of Terrorism, not a civil matter; and I do not appriciate being dragged before the Emperor. My relationship with my father was never what most would consider ideal. I still remember being summoned a week ago, before the court...<br/><br/>The Massive throne room doors opened to with a thunderous bang to utter silence, Lords and ladies all lining the the procession, turning to watch me all at once, as the Herald speaks. "His Royal Highness Prince Arthur Lucian siebzehnt Whitmore de Britiannia - Eleventh prince of the Holy Empire of Britannia, and Seventeenth in succession!"<br/><br/>All of it strictly unnecessary of course. Everyone there knew who I was - The Bastard son of the Emperor and the Wolf of Britannia, the Brightest young cadet to come out of Annapolis Military academy since the Emperor himself twenty-five years previous. Still, I brace myself, stiffening my back, and March toward the thrown, head held high. I could feel the eyes on me, hear the vicious whispers...<br/><br/>Despite my personal opinions of my father, he is the King, and I'm no idiot. When I stood before him I kneeled. "Your Majesty," I said and waited to be addressed.<br/><br/>It felt like forever before he addressed me, and I degan to figit despite myself. I was reminded of the last time I found myself in that position; my father towering over me like a mountain of fury, it's weight crushing.. I berated myself for my foolishness. It has been nineteen years since that day, and the insolence of my childhood had long since passed - so I like to believe anyway, but as I waited, my old fears came back to plague me.<br/><br/>"Civis Romanus," he said suddenly - almost to himself even, but in the silent throne room his words were clear. Roman Citizen, I wondered silently waiting for him to elaberate. "Two thousand years ago, a Roman citizen could walk across the face of the world, Free of the fear of Molestation - cloaked only in those words, those two Simple words." His words were almost kind, but I knew better. "So Great was the retribution of Rome- Universally understood as Satan - That should any harm befall even One of it's citizens."<br/><br/>The impromptu and wholly unnecessary history lesson was Lost on the nobles, but I understood. A citizen of the greatest Empire in Modern history was Dead, and not just any citizen, but one of it's princes, no matter how inept. It's emperor wanted retribution; not because he cared for Cade, but because of the principle. "The Terrorists have woken a mighty beast and it demands retribution." I waited with bated breath for the order I knew was coming. "Crush them!"<br/><br/>Whatever our relationship, the man before me was and is my King, and more so Cade was family and though we may not have been close he was a friend. Suddenly my heart was pounding, but not in fear, but anticipation. "Yes, Your Majesty!" I said fervently, and for the briefest moment, I thought I saw the emperor's lip quirk.<br/><br/>So here I am via imperial mandate at the asscrack of the Empire. At the end of the gangway sits a convey, Six Military transports - three in front and three behind - with a sleek black, armored stretch hummer bearing the imperial insignia. I shake my head at the display as I reach the Hammer, and I Portly man in Full Dress snaps off a Solute. "Highness," he says stiffly remaining at attention. "General Alistar sir."<br/><br/>I look the man over critically and he doesn't flinch. "Stirling!" I call to my aid over my shoulder and the dying engine. "Make a note." I turn back and address the General. "You're fired."<br/><br/>The man sputters in shock. "B...your Highness! I served his Highness Prince Cade for Six years, if I have..."<br/><br/>"What you have done, is allow a Royal prince to be Murdered on your watch General."