Gathering

It was another grim day for the Sting Empire. Resistance fighters in both the east side of Europe and the West side of North America had been thwarting our forces for almost ten years, and they were not about to give in to our new world order. If there was one thing tougher than building order, it was maintaining it. Ever since our beloved new leader, the Wasp king, defeated Kim Jong-Un, and took over the country North Korea, his ambitions grew higher, believing that the Earth was rotten trash invested land, thanks to the humans who had plagued it over the course of time. And he knew justice had to be brought to the rest of the world immediately. As I commanded my forces in the Philippines. I heard an urgent transmission come in. Apparently, the Wasp king had called in all his superior officers into the briefing room at his Palace in Thailand. Hearing the urgency, I left and second in command, captain Yoshi Phan in command and took my personal helicopter to Thailand.

When I finally reached Bangkok, Thailand, my ride drove me to the Wasp King’s palace, which use to be the Grand Palace where tourists would explore for pictures and stuff. Even since our leader took over the Entire Continent of Asia, he had redesigned several of the countries ancient temples and buildings into his own image. And all the the troops wore different uniforms, not like the ones representing their own country but ones that represented the different types of wasps in the world. The soldiers who wore black and partly yellow uniforms were called yellowjackets, the soldiers in black uniforms with yellow spots on their backs were called mud daubers, then there were partly grey and black uniform soldiers. These were referred to as bald face hornets. And finally, there were the Asian Hornets, who wore orange helmets, with black uniforms and black and orange striped pants. Though we did not appreciate our new looks, we felt glad that there was less righting going within the continent.

When I finally reached the Briefing room, the Wasp king and the other officers were expecting me. “Commander Khan” greeted my leader, “Welcome, please sit down, we’ve saved you a seat.” As we all settled down, a great chill was filling within each of us, as if one us was not going to walk out of the room alive. It didn’t make the feeling any better when the Wasp king brought in his own person personal guards, the Red Velvet Ants, who were armed with shields and long pointed black spears with tips resembling stingers. As each officer felt calm, our leader spoke. “Now gentlemen, you are all wondering why I have called you here.” As he spoke, one of his velvet ant guards bought forth the head of one the resistance troops, they caught a few days earlier, and placed it on the rectangular table in front of everyone. “It appears, we have spy in our mists. Now the questions that remain are who is it, and what did he or she give them?” As the king continued speaking, one of the officers named Major Dalir spoke, “Your buzziness, with all due respect, what makes you believe the spy is one of our troops and not one of our citizens? We have been getting several protests from them in the past five weeks.” Then the wasp king made a sudden turn to face Dalir. Things did not look pleasant within our leaders’ eyes as he did a head gesture to one of his guards, ordering them to walk over to Major Dalir’s space. The guard then swung his spear through Dalir’s chair, striking right through his chest. As the rest of us watched in horror, our king spoke in a very chilling voice. “I know Major Dalir because the spy said so himself.  After that unbearable talk, the wasp king moved the subject on to his own plan to strike back against our opponents.