>>511349You wisely do not burn any bridges by attacking anyone in their camp. You do, however, begin to sing. It's slow at first… and so quiet perhaps only those meters from you can hear it.
Do you hear the Zebras sing?
Singing the song of angry men.
It is the music of a people who
Will not be slaves again.As the wore-worn veterans recognize the tune, they turn to listen. As your charisma flows through their ranks, a few of them start to join you.
When the beating of your heart,
Echoes the beating of the drums,
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!All of the camp stands at attention, and flagbearers even draw out the republican flags from the nearby command tents.
Will you give all you can give
So that our panel may advance?
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and earn your scar?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of Zebradar!The belted melody now fills the entire camp as all of the Fusiliers have laid down their weapons to join you in song. Even Commander Mbatu gives you a nod and stands at attention with a salute.
Do you hear the Zebras sing?
Singing the song of angry men.
It is the music of of a people who
Will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echos the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!You're so dazed from lack of oxygen that you don't know quite when the song finishes, but when you do, there's a fanfare and twenty-one gun salute. The soldiers carry you off cheering. That was the day you realized that The Boss had changed something in you… had his charisma rubbed off on you? Was it inside you the whole time, waiting to be brought to the surface? Whatever the cause… on that day you learned you could lead
anyone with the right combination of words.
In the coming weeks, the new Republic would flourish. Perhaps surprisingly to your cynicism, Commander Mbatu served as a fair Provisional Governor, and was offered the office of President, but turned it down, choosing to remain out of politics. Zebradar remained as a fledging Republic for nearly two years, until it was sacked by mercenaries hired by an unknown foreign power.
You did not see Decoy Zebra or Psycho Dog again in the intervening months, but you were certain you'd see them again. You knew from Decoy Zebra's words that neither of them could ever be far from the battlefield.
You remember that last boat, as you looked back at the ruins of the capital city. The second time you saw smoke waft from it. And you wondered what kind of man accepts payment to do nothing but destroy with no other goal. And you very much intend to find out which mercenary company did this… and who hired them.It's too much to take. The memories, the confusion, the sorrow, the good times… all the emotions overwhelm you as you throw the now-empty bottle at the wall of the bar. Welp, that was the last of that bottle. Right – you nearly forgot for a moment: you're on the Island of Roads, present day.