“Did you hear Captain Adjutant-Major Montfort shut down the riot in Lumiere? He’s a Chef de battalion now” 

For the 23rd time, I hear more gossip about the riots at Lumiere from my company. I’m sick of it, the city getting action and promotions while I'm stuck out here with the 2nd company, hundreds miles away from the nearest battle.

“Sous-Lieutenant”

Ah, and here comes company

"Sous-Lieutenant," Captain Durand's voice cut through my reverie. I snapped to attention, facing him.

"Yes, Captain?" I replied, trying to mask my frustration.

"We've received new orders. We're to move out at dawn," he announced, his tone serious.

"Where to, sir?" I inquired, eager for any change in scenery.

"We're being deployed to Lumiere," he said, pausing as if to gauge my reaction.

"Lumiere?" I repeated, incredulous. "But sir, isn't that where the riots have been happening?"

Captain Durand nodded solemnly. "Yes, it is. The situation there has escalated, and higher command believes our presence is necessary to restore order."

Well, haven’t the heavens opened the gates for me, they’re sending me to combat! Imagine all the promotions

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Finally, a chance for action, a chance to prove myself worthy of advancement. The thought of facing the chaos in Lumiere filled me with a strange blend of fear and determination, and dear god, the idea of becoming a Captain eventually, No, even further, becoming a major!

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"Prepare your company, and inform Lieutenant Marchand" Captain Durand ordered, his voice cutting through my thoughts. "We leave at dawn."

"Yes, sir!" I responded crisply, snapping a salute before turning to carry out his orders.

Now, i don’t have the best relationship with Marchand, he’s rather lax about everything, doesn’t even care about his job, it’s like he wouldn’t care if he was fired. All because he’s the third son of some baron out there

“Marchand, Captain’s orders, we’re moving out to Lumiere” I state before waiting for the obvious answer

Why, isn’t it a hassle? Packing and all that?

“Why, isn’t it a hassle? Going all the way to Lumiere to die to some rioters?”

Damn, i was off

“Lieutenant, it’s Captain’s orders”

“Fine Adrion”

Of course, he’s doing it reluctantly. 

I step aside as he pushes pass me, he’s competent at his job but he doesn’t take it seriously

As Lieutenant Marchand begrudgingly began to organize the troops for departure, I couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that gnawed at me. Here I was, eager for the opportunity to prove myself in combat, while Marchand seemed indifferent, as if the prospect of facing rioters in Lumiere held no significance to him.

Despite my annoyance, I knew I had to focus on the task at hand. As the soldiers bustled about, packing supplies and readying their gear, I took it upon myself to ensure that every detail was attended to with precision. If we were to succeed in our mission, we needed to be prepared for whatever awaited us in Lumiere.

At the crack of dawn, we were lined up in rows, the Captain atop his horse and us junior officers marching, leading the Infantry.

The air was crisp with anticipation as we marched towards Lumiere, each step bringing us closer to the heart of the unrest. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead—would we be greeted as saviors or met with hostility? How would we quell the rioting without escalating the violence further?

Well, no one cares till we make it there, for now, let me just see if I can get there