Joseph leaned back in the chair, taking in a deep breath of the sterilized air around him. This place certainly wasn't home, but it did enough to get him and his personal guard by. The outpost he was located in was one of many abandoned outposts located on the world formerly known as Gaia. Years before the invasion of the system Bretonia's Cambridge Research Institute had built a number of research outposts upon the surface to study the various flora and fauna that inhabits the planets vast eco-system, and it's this particular outpost that the Prince had found himself at so many years ago.
He closed his eyes and released the breath he was holding before getting up out of the chair and making his way towards the exit of the habitation module. He soon found himself outside where a light rain had begun to fall mere minutes earlier. The camp itself was small, only a few dozen Royalists were in his presence, a large majority of them being his own personal guard who had survived the fighting and the subsequent crash of the Royale DeFrance, Joseph's personal Valor and flagship of the former Burgundy fleet. There was no doubt that the morale was low within the camp, but it seemed to stabilize with his recent announcement and reestablishment with the rest of the Royal Forces - or rather what remained of them, but he wouldn't disclose that information to his own guard just yet. Though he had his suspicions that many already knew the state of the war, and their beloved Kingdom. Time would tell, of course.
"Mon altesse," Some approached quickly from his left. Joseph looked over at the young woman, not bothering to answer her. "Scouts are reporting back that there's a low altitude craft enroute to our position. We were able to identify the royal sigil on it's underside, and tail. It's a luxury shuttle, and will be here in about five to ten more minutes."
"Alright, thank you Sophie." Joseph raised his voice, grabbing the attention of the other Royalists around him. "For all we know, these could be our enemies. The next few minutes will decide the fate of our kingdom. Everyone get to defensive positions and wait for my order to open fire. Oui?" There was a resounding and collective yes in response as people began scurrying to predetermined ambush and choke points around the makeshift landing pad.
The luxury shuttle carried an armament that would easily level the research facility, though he was hopeful that his mere presence would deter such an attack. Mainly because he knew that if it was Council, or otherwise, they would rather bring him in alive and try him for war crimes, than out rightly kill him. Of course... should the shuttle begin firing down at them they had weaponry to fight back with. So... he was hopeful for the most part.
The distant humming of engines grew louder and louder as the shuttle approached the outpost. He took one final look around as the last of his men were in position, out of sight. He remained a good distance away from the landing pad and crossed his arms behind his back. Raising his chin as he watched the shuttle approach. "Let's see what we have here, shall we?" He said aloud to himself.
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