High on a hill, General Jeishi surveyed the scene. To his right was Taipei, which by all accounts was waiting to explode in revolution. It must be pacified, and he'd worked out how to do it. If the army won a battle on the city's account, in its defense, the citizens would regain its trust, a trust that would not be squandered again.
His Aide d'Camp, Milo Cyros, stood behind him, also surveying the scene, but from a quite different perspective. He saw only the death that would await both sides, and the collateral damage that would inevitably occur in the city. His father had pushed him into the military, and he'd never thought to leave, but it was at moments like this that he came close.
He could see the general send the order to move closer, which would inevitably make G-C engage Valideen. He knew his army; despite the ancient hatred of the Valideens, they had proven themselves friends of the people, and this army wouldn't just lay that aside. He could see the hesitation with which the units below followed the order, and he knew what he must do.
