Author: <span class="vcard">robertlahti</span>

Chapter 5: The Beginning of the End

The atmosphere there was electric, charged with the feelings of the thousands who gathered in the square that day. Tan Ai Lin and I took it all in for a few seconds before he turned to me. “Well? See what you’ve started?” His voice was full of glee, almost gloating. As far as the eye…


Chapter 4: An Announcement

Chapter 4: An Announcement Hadisukarno and I were sitting together in the mess hall at Bidang Selatan Barracks when Tan Ai Lin rang. The little rotary telephone mounted on the wall began to shake aggressively, accompanied by the sound of grating metal. A Lieutenant answered it. “Bill? Bill Fisher?” He asked the room. “That’s me.”…


Chapter 3: A Request

January 1st, 1962. That was when I first met Li (for the purposes of this book I shall refer to the members of the Li family as I do in person: Li for Li Jian, and their second name for anyone else). I had been out drinking with some friends from the war: Bob, Hadisukarno,…


Chapter 2: The Present

When considering my current situation, the term ‘fall from grace’ comes to mind. I once enjoyed popular support – as I mentioned, I was elected Prime Minister of Byakko not once, but twice. Nowadays, things are a little different. I write these memoirs secretly, into an old notebook hidden under my bed. The country is…


Chapter 1: An Introduction

Hello. Allow me to… introduce myself. My name is William Fisher. You may have heard of me. Twice I was elected as Prime Minister of the Republic of Byakko: a small, but hardly irrelevant place. In the years I led the nation, we saw intrigue, conflict, crisis, catastrophe and calamity. Before leading the country, I…


The Acquisition, Part 3 (June 7th -11th, 1856)

Reynolds dusted off the boulder to try and read the inscription. It was faded and difficult to make out, and the words were written in some unknown language. The Lieutenant walked over to inspect the stone, and peered at it, his mind clearly whirring away. He cocked his head over to one side and squinted…


The Acquisition, Part 2 (June 6th-7th, 1856)

Reynolds and his section were just getting out of the rowing boat when the monsoon rains hit. The air went from hot and dry, parched almost, to a torrential downpour within just a few seconds. Large droplets rained down from above, drenching the soldiers. Their wool coats absorbed the water, becoming sodden and heavy. Reynolds…


The Acquisition, Part 1 (June 6th, 1856)

Corporal Reynolds rubbed his eyes groggily and sat up. The air in his tent was cool and still, punctuated only by the blasting fanfare just outside. A roll call? At this hour? As he pondered what the world was coming to, he clumsily pushed himself out of bed and began fumbling with his uniform, his…