The year is 1502. Long gone are the times of subjective harmony, long gone are the times of friendship. The sun shines brightly and unyieldingly over a new land, the Solar Empire. Ruled solely and perfectly by Empress Daybreaker.
"No, I don't want theories, I want ANSWERS!" Daybreaker shouted with a booming voice to a table of military advisors and intelligence officers, "Thirty-two thousand lives are at risk and you're trying to give me textbook answers? This isn't a classroom, and this is not a short-answer problem, this is whether or not I decide to have you all executed for inadequacy! Now give me information!"
Well hey, at least her military will be weakened significantly if she wipes out her officers.
Well hey, at least her military will be weakened significantly if she wipes out her officers.