Heather's Prophecy

TO: IMPERIAL SCANIA ROYAL ARMY KALININGRAD HEADQUARTERS COMMANDING OFFICER   MILITARY FORECAST CASE 2102   IT IS A GIVEN FACT THAT THE NAVAL CAVALRY OF THE EMPEROR IS POWERFUL AND NUMEROUS IN ITS OWN RIGHT. HOWEVER, UNLEASHING HALF OF THE IMPERIAL NAVAL CAVALRY OF THE EMPEROR TO ATTACK A SMALL TERORIST ISLAND IS FORECASTED TO BE A FATAL MISTAKE. THE HUGE NUMBER OF THERMAL HEAT WILL COMPLETELY REMOVE THE ESSENCE OF A STEALTH ATTACK GIVING THE ENEMIES ENOUGH TIME AND WARNING TO RETALLIATE OR ESCAPE. IT IS ADVISED TO SEND HALF DOZEN THOR CLASS WARSHIPS FOR DEFENSE FORMATION AND A SINGLE ODIN CLASS MAIN BATTLESHIP FOR THE STRATEGIC BOMBARDMENT ESCORTED BY THREE FREYA CLASS ANTI AIR SHIPS AND GARM CLASS SUBMARINES FOR ANTI DEPTH BATTLES. THE ESTIMATED CHANCE OF SUCCESS ROUGHLY INCREASES FROM THIRTY EIGHT PERCENT TO NINETY EIGHT PERCENT ROUNDED OFF. THE SAID STATEMENT ABOVE HOWEVER, CAN BE DISMISSED AS USELESS AND INNACURATE BY THE COMMANDING OFFICER. THIS MILITARY FORECAST WAS MADE BY REQUEST OF THE HEADQUARTERS. THE FORECASTER IS NOT LIABLE FOR ANY SHORTCOMMINGS AND LOSSES AS THE FINAL DECISION IS ALWAYS IN THE HANDS OF THE EXPERIENCED COMMANDER.   FORECASTED BY: H. F. SEBERT OFFICER, RESERVE INTELLIGENCE BEAUREU   “Send…” I whispered nonchalantly as I hit the enter key of my netbook and folded it as soon as I saw the notification that the message was sent via secured channel. Another military forecast created within ten minutes. I almost smiled when I saw the preliminary plan of sending half of the Imperial Naval Cavalry to attack a small defenseless island off the coast of Scania under the category of “stealth assault”. Even a two years old boy in a beach can tell you that he is seeing huge number of battleships off the horizon when you brought half of the Naval Force to attack the said beach. For me, using a small covert force can finish the job if there is no immediate threat of being overwhelmed in numbers. Well, I think I have to introduce myself first. The name’s Heather F. Sebert, age, eighteen, gender female, not that that matters as I see myself as a soldier first before a woman, job, military forecaster, place of work, home. Whenever the commanding officials in the military headquarters want a second opinion on the success probability of their assaults, they asked for my forecast. My job is to give a military forecast in a very objective point of view, calculate the chance of success and presto! I have five thousand dollars per sent forecasts. Whether they follow it or not, I get paid for it. I got this job when I was in the conscription academy of the empire. I was never good at anything except tactics and guns. I got poor grades at physical activities like assaults, raids, stealth, evasion and stamina. However, an instructor was impressed with my tactical know-how and skills. When I left the academy after two months, he showed my forecasts theory to the officers of the headquarters and boom! They were impressed as well and from time to time, they ask for my forecast. Not to brag or anything, but every single one of my forecasts is a hit. They more often follow it than not and they succeed if they did and fail miserably when not. It has been two months since the last request and I was just lollygagging around for almost a long while. I finished a two-year course and feed myself from the salary I received from the military government. You may be wondering why an eighteen-year-old teenager like me is not studying in college and instead, spends most if not all of her time locked up at her pad. Well, the answer is the two months training is like a two years’ worth of vocational course. Besides, I am not the school type kind of girl. My social skills are almost non-existent. Rarely do I feel fear, anger and happiness and such. I am amused when at my time at the academy. My classmates will call me a cyborg robot because all I have in my face is an impassive, unreadable façade. Whenever I talked for the class recitation, my voice is deprived of emotions. Once I recited a passage from Hamlet for the class, instead of “You will feel the pain of my anger!” it became, “You-will-feel-the-pain-of-mine-anger…” My severe lack of fashion sense didn’t even help. I have this messy, wavy, waist long black hair that I liked to tie in a huge, tight tomato bun. Half of my face is covered by a huge pair of glasses and my usual clothes are consisted of white loose shirt, faded blue jeans and a slipper. If my father is alive then I am sure he will be dismayed to no end. See, he was once a top model for clothes and bags when he is still alive and is extremely attractive. My mother however, is a simple looking serious military consultant back then. How my goofy, carefree and happy-go-lucky father attracted my level-headed, calm and quiet mother is a complete mystery to others. But as they say, opposites attract. They met at a royal party and when my father saw my mom, he never stopped courting her until eventually they got married. I can still remember the remarks of the people that my father wasted his future to a boring girl but my dad never even cared about that for a moment. He and mom lead a peaceful happy life and eventually, I was born. Oh, I forgot to tell you. My mother was disowned by my grandparents for marrying a commoner. They belong to the highest noble house of the empire. My mom was to succeed the title of my grandfather as a ruler of the empire, an Empress so to speak but was forced to leave the castle before marrying my dad. My mom’s name and title go like this before she was disowned, “Her Serene Highness, Kasahana von Faulken, Crown Princess of the Democratic Empire of Scania.” Kasahana, with the help of her fraternal twin sister, Kassandra, subsequently left the castle covertly and moved to a small province of Lucena, a city in Maharlika with my dad to live a peaceful life away from the prying eyes of her critiques and changed her name to Ana Faust. My dad has a title too, but he is not honored in his family because he was born out of wedlock. He was known at the other countries by the name of Tyler Sebert but his true identity was, “Orlov von Feador, Lord of the Tsardom of Holst”. His father was the Tsar of Holst, the agricultural territory of the empire and one of, if not the most, important tsardom.