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ASPERMONT, W.L.- Give this nigga a medal for constantly supplying all trade runs since he joined. He done good, yo.
J.T. Headley (1851) - Several changes had passed over the Old Guard during the last two years. Augmented as it had been, the expense of keeping it up was found to be too great. Neither would the mode of recruiting it by drawing the best troops from the line answer in a long and destructive was. It took away too many good soldiers and tended to demoralize the army. There had been previously created a corps of velites, a sort of enlisted volunteers to remedy the last evil by drawing from them instead of the army. But this also was too expensive, and Napoleon therefore formed a new regiment called the “fusilliers of the Guard,” the soldiers of which should be selected from the annual contingent, the officers alone to be taken from the Guard.
The velites were required to be young men of family. This was to obtain a certain amount of education and character, with which is usually joined a sense of honor, so important in a corps. Allured by the splendid renown of this new conqueror, dazzled by his amazing victories, young aspirants for fame flocked to his standard. Among them were many very young men. One of these, an only son of one of the most opulent families of the province in which he lived, enlisted at the age of eighteen. Very fair and delicate, he appeared much younger, yet he cheerfully endured the fatigues of the march, and stood firm under the fire of the enemy. After the fall of Berlin, this young velite marched with the army into Varsovie and nobly endured the hardships of the dreadful winter campaign that followed.
It was Napoleon’s custom in campaign to halt in the open country to take his meals. On these occasions he always had a dozen or so velites or chasseurs in a circle close around his person, to prevent any one from approaching. One day during a halt, as his faithful Mameluke, Roustan, was preparing his coffee, he say a boyish velite posted opposite him. Struck by his beauty and aristocratic air, he called him and abruptly asked, “Who put you in my Guard?”
“Your majesty,” replied the young Desherbiers.
“I do not understand you,” said Napoleon, “explain yourself.”
“Sire, after the decree of your majesty which permitted young men of family to serve in your Guard, I fulfilled the required conditions, and am at my post.”
“Thou are a little fellow,” said the Emperor, chuckling him under the chin.
“Sire, I perform my duties the same as the largest in the regiment.”
“Have you ever been under fire?”
“Yes, Sire, at the passage of Berg.”
“That was warm work. Were you not a little afraid. Ah, ah, you blush, I have hit the truth.”
“Yes, Sire, I own it, but it lasted only a moment.”
“Never mind, many others like thee have been afraid and it lasted a much longer time. After a short silence, he resumed, "thou are a good young man and like the rest of us, thou hast paid the tribute. Thou shalt dine with me, will that please thee?”
“Certainly, Sire!” cried the young velite, while his eyes sparkled with joy at the honor shown him, and placing his carbine near him he sat down opposite the emperor. Roustan waited on him with all the deference he would have shown to a general officer. Desherbiers took the slice of bacon which was handed him on a silver plate and began to eat with the voracious appetite his short allowance and hard duties had given him. As the Mameluke turned the wine into a silver goblet, Napoleon said smiling, “Ah, ah, garcon, thou likest well to be served in a goblet, so that one cannot see how much thou drinkest. I wager that thou hast it refilled.”
“Even to the brim, Sire, the better to drink to the health of your Majesty.”
Napoleon joked him incessantly during the repast, but the young velite’s replies were full of spirit and point. After it was over, he asked him his name, “Guiyot Desherbiers, Sire,” he replied. Repeating the name over after him, he asked him if he was relative to a counsellor by that name in Paris, not long since dead. Being answered in the negative, he added, “very well, conduct yourself properly and I will see to your advancement when the proper time shall come.”
The young velite made his military salute, took his carbine and was again at his post.
I have related this anecdote to show on what terms Napoleon was with his guard, and also the means he took to bind the brave to him. In the spirit and nonchalance of this young velite, his military ambition and education, he saw at a glance a future officer–one of those granite pillars like Lannes, Ney, Massena, Davoust, and others who were carrying his victorious eagles over Europe.
After his return from his campaign, Napoleon went one day to see the velite, who, having been separated from the chasseurs, were stationed at Versailles. As he approached the squadron, he requested the commander to order young Desherbiers from the ranks. The officer replied that he had been passed into a regiment of hussars, and was not in Spain.
“Why was he put there, he was but in infant?”
“On account of his gallant conduct at Friedland. He slew to Russian grenadiers with his own hand in sight of the whole squadron.”
“That makes a difference,” said Napoleon, “it is all well.”
The young velite, however, never returned, he was taken by guerrillas, who put him to death with the most cruel tortures. He bore all with heroic courage, and with his last breath pronounced the names of Napoleon and a fair cousin in Paris.
This incident illustrates forcibly the remarkable memory of Napoleon. The terrible scenes through which he had passed, the world of care that lay on his shoulders– plunged as he was into the very vortex of European politics and engaged with designs vast as a hemisphere–did not make him forget the young velite who had dined with him in Poland. This memory of the commonest soldier if he had shown any remarkable traits, or performed any deeds of valor had a wonderful effect on the troops. Each one felt that he was directly under the eyes of his sovereign and commander. He saw and remembered all that was done, and skill and daring would not go unrewarded. Slight as it may seem, next to the veneration his genius and deeds inspired, this was the grant secret of the strange power he had over his troops.
The Directory proudly announces that it has delivered
3 chain sets
3 iron swords
4 infinity bow
1 Iron Axes
In exchange for
25 Health Potions
but regrets to inform that it has failed to deliver
1 Iron Axe
A trade run that has shown the predicted shortcomings of certain UTC Members(specifically boogaert and Lieutenant_Joe). The trade run started in Grimdale, and managed to sell the first ever diamond sword to be sold in a trade run but traveled all the way to Portsmouth having encountered no hostile elements, but Irishkaiser eerily predicted the death of Lieutenant_Joe in this trade run that would take place sometime in the near future which proved to be right. The caravan pushed on all the way to Romero, the 222nd attache, Avver, lost voice communication capability sometime during the run and started relaying messages, intelligence and orders to boogaert who was leading the trade run, by PMs. Avver complained about boogaert’s “lack of situational awareness” when boogaert deliberately ignored messages and or failed to follow up important orders and or questions from senior officers.
boogaert also failed to follow procedure and exposed his unit to danger by entering Romero in a disorderly fashion before being chastised by both Avver and Irishkaiser for his reckless decision, forcing Boogaert to return to the traditional defensive position set up by the UTC. Boogaert failed to secure his flanks early on, only setting up proper sentries after being scolded by Avver. It was reported by Avver that boogaert also failed to take into consideration the concerns of his men during the premium attacks in Romero when the rest of them wanted to move on to sell the final Iron Axe - boogaert decided to stay and waste time killing premiums. Only after a considerable amount of kills did boogaert relent and marched back to Portsmouth. At this point, Avver set up a direct Skype call to boogaert to communicate intel and orders, but complained about how boogaert would rather listen to “Birdposting nonsense” than to important prioritized messages.
Boogaert’s reckless, premium dumbass military education came to climax(with some minor fault from Lieutenant_Joe) when boogaert ordered a retreat and logout from 2 chain-equipped premiums following the caravan but not attacking. Boogaert was specifically warned and confirmed by both Irishkaiser and Avver that the two premiums bajunga and michaeldouglass were hostile, but boogaert once again failed to listen from accurate intelligence and instead arrogantly decided to log out in face of the enemy. But wait, that’s not all… This is the ridiculous part. The caravan failed to log out at the same time, with the incompetent Lieutenant_Joe failing to secure his logout in time. The chat is so ridiculous, that it was akin to something like this:
Lieutenant_Joe: WAIT, SHIT… OH FUCK FUCK… MY ENDER EYE FAILED TO LOG OUT AND I’M 5 SECONDS LATE THAN EVERYONE ELSE… SHIT!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH I’M A BITCH!!!
boogaert: It’s probably nothing. You’ll be fine… *snort*
Lieutenant_Joe: Yeah, you’re right. It’s probably nothing…
The ensuing attack from Bajunga and Michaeldouglass was only sealed by the fact that the talkative, retarded, moron known as Lieutenant_Joe who also doesn’t pay attention to himself and his surrounding and rather concentrates on criticizing other people, broke the basic first lesson of the UTC PvP manual: TO HAVE SPLASH POTIONS IN YOUR HOTBAR
Avver was the only one who tried to fight on valiantly, in spite of his weaknesses(broken keyboard, bad connection, FPS lag).
That’s not all… This complete motherfucking disaster was only compounded by the Premium Strategy-Trained expert boogaert who tried to stage a rescue mission by placing the objective on Lieutenant_Joe who was probably panicking and bitching and making weird noises in the VoIP. Boogaert’s essence of strategy was to rendezvous with A MOVING OBJECTIVE. MOVING. OBJECTIVE.
Instead of trying to give Joe a rallying point or at least putting the objective on his own group - these morons decided to put the rallying point on Joe WHO WAS BEING CONSTANTLY PUSHED BY THE ENEMY. They also didn’t ask the right questions or relay the correct communication from each other and Joe was probably making a lot of weird noises with his moronic bitchness and idiot ego probably saying “SHITT I DIEED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH I’M A BITCH!!! I LIKE TO MAKE NOISE FOR NO GOOD REASON OTHER THAN TO MAKE NOISE!!!” while boogaert was being a silent dumbass on barely trying to communicate.
Once Joe was killed, boogaert did the unthinkable… HE TURNED TAIL AND CALLED THE TRADE RUN OFF. FAILING TO SELL 1 IRON AXE DECLARED IN THEIR INVENTORIES, THUS - THE COMPANY LEFT WITHOUT HONOR. THAT… FUCKING SUCKS.
It was later discovered that Bajunga and Michealdouglass were actually a bunch of cheaters who toggle their clients, which mitigates the severity of Joe’s death(but still does not excuse him for not having his splash potions in the hotbar), but the main problem here was the same as mentioned in the last Empire: That boogaert is not ready for actual field command. He still thinks like a premium. The most dishonorable part on boogaert was that HE LEFT A MAN BEHIND AND THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT. His reckless decisions to please only himself put his men’s lives in unnecessary danger is gross misconduct as to how an officer should be.
YOU NEVER LEAVE A MAN BEHIND. EVER. EVERYONE GOES IN AND OUT TOGETHER. What the fuck do you think other people will think about the UTC when they hear that we just leave behind people? Well, for one - we get demoralized because apparently - THEY THINK WE DON’T CARE ABOUT THEM AND THEY’RE WORTHLESS EXPENDABLE FOOT SOLDIERS. Second, the enemy would try to capitalize on that and expect for us to break and leave a man to die alone.
THIS IS GREAT DISHONOR.
40 Drills then No Thrills.
The Paypal is ready, but let me set this up a bit more and even come up with a code of conduct for it and how to determine how much is ours.
1) Trade Run completed. SOP
2) US Trade Run next week.
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