Sebastian

His place was big. For probation, he seemed to be living his best life! Derek looked around the castle fitted with thick, cozy lighting. His courtyard was huge, featuring a large water fountain with features of the rise of Oflip from it's roots with the Vikings, Britains and the French. Amongst the posh long cars laid a rather creepy door laid over an arch pillar similar to that of a church. Hidden amongst the wall of artisan styled windows

With a loud creek, the doors opened up to corridors that seemed endless with a creepy darkness, hiding away to jump them from their spots.

He walks down the halls to a large living room. To his left, it was filled with twenty-first century items such as weird 'Nokia' mobile devices, statues and watches in a class cabinet. All slightly dusty with faded colors. Filled with age. To the right was statues of famous Romans such as Jupiter and weirdly Greek gods such as Zeus. But then again, Derek knew himself that he wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. The history of Oflip was after all, larger than his life itself. He turns around to see Sebastian walking about his fluffy royal red cotton carpets, rather comfortable of his home as he head towards the prized item in the middle of the room. A large 'king-sized chair', filled with gold painted ornaments and exquisite carvings. Of how the Romans came into the island and formed a large metropolis, sure they were pricks, wiping off half of the original population. But they weren't as bad as the Vikings who conquered their lands. Looking back, the city was truly prosperous with vibrant structures and large pride. All of which now laid in shambles due to the Two Year War. He sat down, swiping off the dust as he crossed his legs, looking down on everyone like they all own him a favor.

"So what did Tamel asked you about?" He crossed his legs in curiosity. He however seemed unconcerned about him, a pawn for his schemes. They looked at each other with worry as Shane answered, "He needs your help... to... liberate all of the sectors."

"What?!?" Alfred looked on shocked, nearly spitting out his drink. Free orange juice just provided from the butler, who wasn't pleased. He wipes off the juice with his palms as he complained, "The United Union states that the country had to be separated for twenty years!" He coughs for a bit, choking on his leftover orange juice as he continued, "If the rules are broken, they will tighten their control even further on the broken nation! Besides do you want to send the country into another war? We are broke!"

"Look Alfred, you may not know this, but German rule on Sector B has gone unchecked. The place was now a dictatorship with many people suffering in silence. So Sebastian, its better you do something."

Alfred looked at Shane with disgust. Yes she has leadership, but for her to do this, that is too far. He would rather be out of this immediately. The rules had to be followed.

Sebastian stood up as he stretched his ankles. His loud cracks echoing down the hollow halls as he responded, "Look Miss. My father had always been rather ridiculous, I always hated him. He always said how by working with the French, the country could finally feel a sense of justice after those bombings amongst our ambassadors and the citizens in Britain. A revenge plot due to our Uncle then. That's probably why Tamel was asking me for assistance..."

He looked up to his right at the portrait of his family. His torn family. Broken by war and patriotism for a peace that was rather chalk compared to cheese. "He used be my friend in this neighborhood before joining the resistance. All trying to escape from the oppression from all the other states as a result of the 'Plymouth Treaty' made in Britain. They obviously don't want Oflip to become as strong as before. A state that seemed as a double-edged sword in Europe and a threat to the safety of Britain. After all, you guys probably seen the best of Oflip earlier in the twenty-first century."

"Judging what you said. It is a worthy cause to fight for!" Derek said as Alfred look on skeptical at his speech. Sebastian continued, "but my time as revolutionary is over. The time where my family need not worry about the issues of this land. I'm tired of dealing with this joke of a country. I rather sell weapons for the people, the scissors that cuts off the work that my parents had always done. A powerful government that the people can rely upon in times of need. After all, my company, Homme Fusil is booming in wealth amongst the other ridiculous companies. Besides, in the deal, Germany, Britain and the US had all agreed to prevent our family line from ruling ever again. So if I were to even step foot into politics. I would most likely be dead in the toilet."

"Sir don't say that," the butler looked at him with worry and fury. He probably had seen the most amongst his family. Shane looked at him as he held his hands tightly, just like in the portrait. A hope for a better life and revenge for a rather petty act on their uncle.

"Look, that is what mostly likely will happen. So if you really want to do things, don't ask me. Also you can stay here as long as you like. There are rooms for past servants. Ready for use. Now let me head back to my room in peace and solitude." He wanders aimlessly, back into his room, knowing he had been defeated, and he would continue to be.

"Is that all you want!?!" Shane screamed as he stopped, her voice echoing through the room. He felt agitated. The fact that their problems were pushed right back at him. Just like that goddamn treaty.

"You obviously had seen what is happening in Sector A right now! Do you think Sector B will simply just stop and relax by taking half of the prize? Probably not! Sure Britain still rule that part of the land, but the place had mostly become a wasteland! Impossible to live at this point! He probably is right now negotiating for massive chunks of the land. Your land that once belonged to your bloodline! Do you seriously want to give it up?"

He turns around and looked past the group at the flag that once stood. A flag that once stood as one of the longest lasting empires of the world. A blue flag with a yellow lion, standing on it's hind legs, roaring amongst the land. Oflip is in shambles. It needs a new leader. A trusted one amongst the United Union and the world.

He turns to his right, his family hiding in darkness, eager to make a difference amongst others. It's about time that the whole world knew that they were never like any other. Eager to show that the greatest empire, greater than Britain, was still alive and ought to be treated with respected.

He sighs, annoyed but relenting to the cries of help.

"Fine. Follow me."