Rebellion A semi-historical AAR.

**Hax** · 09-01-2009, 01:11

Not at all, this is a promising start. I'm eager for more, don't you know we all had to start somewhere?

I'm awaiting the next update

**Belisarius II** · 09-02-2009, 01:43

Chapter I

"Mattaeus!" Gaius called for his friend again, "Mattaeus, get up! Decius is doing a tent check!"
The words "tent" and "check" caused Mattaeus to suddenly sit straight up in his bed. "Where is he now?"
"He's checking out Marcus' boys right now," Gaius Cornelius explained, looking through the slit of the tent made by the opening. Just suddenly a loud roar sounded, as if a bear had just been attacked by a hunter. "Uh oh, he didn't like that tent," Gaius said with a smirk.
"He doesn't like anyone's tent, Gaius," Mattaeus Scipio explained as he was moving throughout the tent, trying to make it look spotless.
"Then why are you trying so hard to make this place perfect?" Gaius had sat himself down and was scrapping dirt out of the links of his chain mail with his finger nail.
"Because I'd rather be yelled at then whipped"
"Oh come on, Mattaeus, how many of our boys have been--"
"Have been what, Cornelius?" Centurion Decius Primus Amelius demanded as he stepped inside the tent. He was a hulk of a man, standing a good head above every man under his command. He had a deep voice and a stare that cause men to never look straight into his eyes.
"Sir, Gaius was only saying--," Mattaeus tried to explain.
"I'd like to hear it from him himself," Decius said, not even looking at Mattaeus.
Gaius had always been one to be in trouble so he was able to save his hide. "...have been saying how grateful they are to be under the command of such a great man."
Decius stared at Gaius, daring him to say more, but he saw that Gaius looked dead serious. He finally gave a large sigh and looked about the tent. He didn't stare at one object for even a second till his gaze fell upon another thing in the tent. "Sloppy, very sloppy, then again all the tents are sloppy." Decius went and started to exit the tent, but stopped mid-way. "The general has ordered another assault for today, get on that junk that I'm guessing at one point looked like armor on and report to the north gate in an hour," and with that Decius exited the tent and moved on to the next one.

Mattaeus and Gaius got in their armor, strapped their swords to their belt, picked out a pilum, and brought there shield out to the gate. Both Mattaeus and Gaius had a chain mail shirt, a large shield, a gladius, and a pilum That they held in their shield hand. They weren't the only ones preparing for battle. Seemingly only a few minutes ago the camp was quite with sleeping men, but now the entire camp was stirring. Cooks and servants scrambling to make a meal for the now hungry soldiers. Iron clashed on iron has the camp's blacksmiths started to pound away with their hammers. The wives and lovers who had traveled with their men were saying their good-byes. Some were in tears and some tried to look unconcerned.

Mattaeus and Gaius made their way past the crowds moving around the camp, and reached the northern most gate in the camp. Decius was already there as well as the rest of the centurions and junior officers.
"Why'd we get here so early, Decius said to be here in an hour."
"That was thirty minutes ago, Gaius, and anyways, I like to be prepared," Mattaeus said as more and more men gathered before the centurions. After the soldiers had all gathered, the general, Mattaeus Lucius Cotta appeared. Only it wasn't Cotta. A man in a simple black tunic stood before the now hushed legion.

"Today my friends, my fellow Romans, we shall take this town. Ha! I see the looks on your faces, the disbelieving looks. I assure you, I am no fool. I am Sextus Cornelius Flavius! And I will lead you to victory!"

**Vasiliyi** · 09-02-2009, 15:58

Ive always liked aars that made you look into a soldiers life, not just battles. Good work. I will be following this one.

**Belisarius II** · 09-03-2009, 02:31

Chapter II

The men just stared at Sextus. Silent, all that was heard was the blacksmiths forging their weapons and a child somewhere in the camp was crying. Not even the centurions seemed to grasp what the man in the black tunic had said. Someone mumbled something to his comrade and both men snickered silently to themselves.
"Mattaeus," Gaius whispered," does this guy seem a little out of it?"
Mattaeus was about to respond when Sextus started to whistle some tune, stepped off the small platform he had been on and went into the general's tent. At this, the centurions started to gather up their men. Decius came over to Mattaeus' and Gaius' cohort and shouted out orders.
"All right, out the gate! Come on, move you good for nothings! Keep formation! By the gods! Can't any of you walk in a straight line?"
It took fifteen minutes for the cohorts to leave the camp, get to the farthest point where the town's archers couldn't reach the soldiers, and then positioned themselves in two lines facing the town.

Mattaeus and Gaius doubted they would be in any fight, for they were both principes. They were not the principes of old, however, in fact it was just a name, ever since the reforms of Gaius Marius. Instead they knew, the hastati, would earn the glory, if they could get on to the walls which they had failed to do for ten times now.

Mattaeus ordered the men to form up behind the hastati. Mattaeus was the optio of the century, which made him second in command of it. Decius had gone up to the the tribunus militum, Sextus Lepidus, to discuss the battle the would immense any minute now. Just then a duo of trumpeters blew the instruments and the hastati charged as one. The man to Mattaeus' left scowled,
"Lepidus is an idiot. What does he plan to accomplish with some barbaric charge?"
The hastati were now in range of the defender's arrows, the few archers on the high wooden wall let loose their missiles at the charging men. Mattaeus flinched when he saw an arrow go straight through the neck of a hastati towards the back of their cohort. Then the ladders went up, the hastati clambering up to try to be the first on the wall. A defender with a falx was single handedly holding one of the ladders at bay, chopping down his curved blade on the heads of the hastati trying to get up the ladder without falling, let alone trying to defend themselves. One of the ladders was pushed off the walls with soldiers still on it. The defenders gave a large cheer as it toppled over.

"This isn't working," Mattaeus thought to himself, " there has to be another way."
"Why can't we just charge in there and help them?" Gaius demanded, "They getting slaughtered out there!"
"I can't." Indeed it was ultimately up to Lepidus whether or not the cohort would charge. Just then when the hastati started to retreat from the assault, the unthinkable happened: the town's gate opened.

**Belisarius II** · 09-03-2009, 02:38

So far all I've written has been off the top of my head so I may not post Ch. 3 tomorrow, instead I'll write up the story. Also, as for pics, should I use them? Or is the story fine how it is? I'm still confused with the whole Fraps and photobucket account, so if anyone here knows how to get pics on the forums, that would be great.

**Vasiliyi** · 09-03-2009, 02:40

Check the gameplay guides sticky. In it should be a link called "writing an AAr-a guide" I get into detail as to how to get screenshots. If you have any questions, just pm me.