" oye " , the brigadier general states in his usual abrupt yet sparky way. " up and about. the commandant is due in any moment , and his seeing any laying about won't do at all ! " the general states, oblivious to his patchwork of men dutifully cleaning the carbon buildup; due to last nights siege of the ~ des carte entre ~ bastille. " and make sure to get every last bit of grim off the heavy blasters. we'll be heating those up soon and want the men atop ' le entre's ' battlements to catch the reaper's scythe in this nights moon."
just then the commandant enters the front siege line. he is a sturdy looking gentleman of a tall build and a think head of blonde hair. atop his hair is pitched a solid red and green commandant hat, curiously alike a tent erected upon a sand blown dune. his eyes show stark blue; and like a man used to focusing his mind across vast expanses his brow is unfurled and relaxed. he has a natural air of authority and easily commands the brigadier general's attention.
" at what distance should those heavy canons carry a full payload ?" the commandant asks the general.
" five hundred... hmm... maybe 600 yards sir " replies the general .
"well then, have them fall back that distance and carry half a payload general. we just received intelligence that 'monsieur entre' has cleverly devised a network of tunnels which reach nearly to our siege line. and should we tarry here any longer we risk losing all our main blasters!"
"well then men you heard the commandant. move the canons back ! " replied the general.
[ and so the siege continued ]