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Post by Aglrinia on Dec 31, 2018 4:44:48 GMT
It was the early morning hour, one could barely see the sun rising over the horizon. The peace and subtlety of a new day coming to greet Araldar was calming, no matter what happened the sun would always rise in the east to start a new, and set in the west to put an end to the old. However, no one could expect the motions that were being put in place from this day forward, or the impact they would have upon the entirety of Auratus.
Moments later in Taipore.
At the Department of Defense, a meeting of the minds was going underway. However, one person of tremendous importance was notably absent from the meeting; Mauta Kudu. Minister of Defense Jalal stated; “His expansionist ways are spreading our forces too thin. Our annexations have caught the attention of every nation throughout the whole of Auratus. It’s only a matter of time before they no longer stand idly by and they form a coalition against us. We’re already experiencing large amounts of insurgents throughout the newly annexed territories. The insurgents aren’t organized, but what they lack in organization they make up for in numbers.”
Fleet admiral Kaimana interjected; “He’s called for a blockade of the Na Lahaar islands, in order to prepare for an invasion. If they are not forming a coalition against us now - they most definitely will be.”
Foreign Minister Natak had been sitting in the corner in silence fiddling with a pen, then he suddenly let out a slight chuckle. “I think you all overestimate their coordinated resolve. Delfina and Visargia have historic rivalries that some of their citizens hold to this day. The governments of Uclea and Kasulum both hold feelings of resentment towards Northern Drax. All we need to do is capture those feelings, find out what makes them still happen to this day, multiply it then proselytize whatever is causing that.”
Somewhere on Mount Tembaga later that evening.
On Mount Temaga, the rocky landscape graced with the occasional bush or shrub was disrupted by make-shift encampments. A group of people gathered around a fire all gave the impression that they had seen better days. The oldest gentlemen, a balding ragged man commanded the attention of those around him with his ambiance. A young man next to him prodded the fire with a stick then said “We have to do something about this, Aglrinia is strengthening its grasp throughout Araldar. They say they are setting up camps throughout the continent. Anyone that does not fit or follow Kudu’s narrative is sent to them for re-education.”
A woman with a burned face was quick to respond “They have given up on trying to re-educate they are converting the camps into death camps. The future generations of the nation will forever look upon there infrastructure and have to accept the fact that it was created as a means of transporting people to death camps.” The oldest gentleman stood up and turned his back to the fire, all while looking up to the moon. “We need to start organizing, they are easily taking the continent because of the lack of communication, organization, and rivalries amongst the tribes throughout the continent. We all need to accept the fact that a much greater threat is threatening our very way of life.” The man handed a piece of paper marked ‘Kalakuta’ to a young man who promptly took it and started to slowly make his descent down the mountain.
The Ujian Center for Bioengineering.
An intern hoping to gain the favor of their supervisor at the end of their term was putting in extra hours. While organizing various files, and filling out a backlog of work she heard that dreaded noise the fax machine. Sitting next to the fax machine, she simply reached for the paper it was from the Missile Defense Agency; “Initiate the production of Project LXXIX. Burn after reading.” Her eyes looked at the paper in confusion, She queried the project into the system and her eyes quickly bulged, all while her jaw dropped.
The Presidential Palace at the midnight hour
A manor that had an overbearing, it had an abrasive presence on the nation’s capital with more than two-hundred and fifty rooms. However, with barely any lights on within the palace, that abrasive presence quickly changed to ominous with its Aglrinian Riau style architecture. A very dimly lighted room suddenly got darker shortly after a gunshot echoed throughout the hallways. It came from the executive office, although alcohol was outlawed in the nation, Kudu was known to abuse it which often resulted in rambunctious discord if not with others with himself. While fiddling at his desk grabbed the globe at his desk, the areas that had been annexed had been blackened as if they had been roasted by flames. He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket and lit the flame, holding the flame close to Na Lahaar. The flame turned Na Lahaar black, all while turning Delfina and Visargia into a roasted caramel brown. “The time has come to let the wind stir up the loose dirt of dissension, and show them the error of their ways for following a false prophet.”
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Post by Northern Drax on Jan 2, 2019 17:24:47 GMT
They had made it. They were safe. For now. Where had it come from? How did the guards get overrun so fast? She had to contact General Skansjær now. Chancellor-Prime Djovoki sat in the tough seat of the military aircraft taking a moment to compose herself, before looking up at the bewildered people before her. Ten, maybe twenty, of them were sat along the sides, their shocked eyes searched her face for answers that she did not have. They were mostly staff of the Primis Building, mostly office workers and visitors, some security, an electrician maybe. She stood up in the cargo deck of the aircraft and began making her way to the flight deck. In the Kron Palats under the morning sun The Kronprinsessa had been glued to the television all morning. It had finally happened! No more Parlees with their bureaucracy. No more constraints. Just her and her country to lead. All thanks to the support of her eastern conspirators, inspiring the military that Draconia and Skadaaria was theirs to rule and they would come home heroes. She would meet with her benefactor in the evening before reclaiming her new empire. Yes! Scizio was hers! The rest of the nation would surely fall now. “Oh and the little chancellor running away like an injured rabbit! This ought to be interesting”, she thought to herself Somewhere over the Draconian Mountains “Make it so” She slammed the phone down and released a deep sigh. They weren’t the only ones loyal to freedom that made it. They were to regroup and reorganise. The Chancellor moved to the Navigator’s side. “Set a course to Pollux City” |
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Post by Na Lahaar on Jan 2, 2019 23:10:23 GMT
Cinibah Street, Akeud
After midday, shortly after the daily televised Royal Cabinet meeting, Sultan Svija decides to walk through the markets of Akeud. Though, something appears to be off; the crowd shares whispers among themselves, covering their mouths as if the Sultan would read the words fluttering from their loose lips. The standard welcoming ovation usually accompanied by a complimentary good from the most prestigious shop on the block did not occur. This change in routine perturbed Sultan Svija and prompted him to fix his attention on something else, thus asking his company, General Grevinijh, of the Aglrinian Regime's stirring. "Not well, my Sultan. There appears to be large movements near Al Naija and Khad, possibly more coming towards the Isles of Jaia. I have already sent word to the Selteh Assawat (Grand Admiralty) and they are taking action in preparation, I suggest you speak with the Foreign and Trade Ministers personally." The General looks downward towards his feet and lets out a sigh, "I do not think we will be able to fend them off on our own, Sir. I must be off, good day, Sultan." Al Tetzehtempteh, Within the Walls of Akeud
"Contact the Delfine ambassador immediately! Inform them of our current situation with Aglrinia and request assistance. You there! establish contact with the Aglrinian leader; report back to me in ten minutes!" The Foreign Affairs Minister was frantically giving orders to every man in his wing until he sees that the Sultan had come to visit him, querying about the progress of negotiations with Aglrinia. "Where is the Trade Minister, by the way?" the Sultan had asked the F.A.M. "He Sir is.. uhm," The F.A.M. contacts the Trade Minister and assures the Sultan that he will be here soon. "Well, ask him to come up with reasons why Delfina should help us and have him submit them to you. You'll be able to find me in my study if the need arises." The Sultan exits the East Wing of Al Tetzehtempteh and enters his study as he said he would. Selteh Assawat, Rwindijh
Meanwhile, at the Selteh Assawat, just outside of Rwindijh, Fleet Admiral Uelo Hassan orders the Central Fleet to guard the Na Lahaari islands and south coast.
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Post by Delfina on Jan 4, 2019 0:25:12 GMT
Delphino City, Federal District
Sarandine had yet to awake from her coma in the hospital following her heart attack. Regency was in full effect as Ilien was taking on more and more of the responsibilities of being a ruler in the Commonwealth. Truly the nation had been rocked to its very core upon the news that their much beloved Kezrein had been taken to hospital and was in a coma. Many worried that the young Prince-Regent was simply too young and too inexperienced to lead the nation at such a time. The world was on the cusp of great tumult due to the aggressive expansion of Aglrinia in the south east of the world. Delfina under the Kezrein had been watching and preparing the nation for the war that was almost certain to come to the shores of the Commonwealth.
Ilien had been informed within the hour of his grandmother’s state. Her collapse at her private hotel island Adriano had caught everyone unaware. Ilien had been with his boyfriend Raelus Casiraghi at his estate in Verale. It’s when his private secretary, a woman of nearly seventy entered the room without knocking that he knew something was wrong and that a matter was urgent. His secretary, the Lady Iona was a stickler for protocol and such a breach was only reserved by her for the most urgent of matters. With Raelus in tow they had flown to the Hospital that the Kezrein was at and informed by the doctors that while she was stable she was in a coma.
At nearly the same time the Archon, Adeline Adimari, had arrived with the Chancellor of the Imperial Household, Steward of the Solar Throne, and representatives of the Eleven Constituent Realms of the Commonwealth. Together in the chapel of the gods in the hospital they swore Ilien in as Prince-Regent for the duration of his grandmother’s incapacitation or natural life, whichever came to an end first. Already the nation was preparing for the worst with funeral plans being put into preparation and the Imperial Family weighing what was to come upon the passing of their Matriarch.
Agamon, consort to the Kezrein had been there and seen the collapse of his beloved. The rather stoic man was in relative composure all things considered. The love of his life was laying there in a bed with machines hooked up to her. Taking a soft sky blue handkerchief from his pocket he brought it to his mouth and then to the right cheek of his wife, a dirt scuff from when she had collapsed had somehow gone uncleaned until now. In a slow and caring motion he cleaned it off before neatly folding the cloth back into his pocket and sitting beside her once again. His gray and white hair well styled though the bags under his eyes betrayed the stress he felt.
Palatul pe Stanci, Main Residence of the Kezrein
Delphino City, Federal District
(Later that evening)
Ilien sat behind his grandmother’s desk, her papers and weights neatly organized just as Ilien had always remembered it. His grandmother was a detail oriented woman and relished the fact that every bit of her home was immaculate at all times. Her office was arguably the most well kept room in the palace, with everything choreographed to appear homely and inviting but also representative of the Imperial House and the authority that came with it.
The lights flickered on and the staff were busy quickly organizing one another and the Commonwealth flags behind the desk. All eleven constituent realms were represented by their flags. The various realm leaders were inbound to Delphino as he sat there. The woman next to the large camera began a countdown and then signaled to Ilien that he was live and on air to the entire nation. An address had to made informing the nation of the state of affairs, the health of their sovereign and that the government would continue on. During such an uncertain time.
“Our Commonwealth stands on the cusp of a dark tide that comes to our shores. Humanity and dignity have been abandoned by those pushing the tide ever onwards. In this trying time and as our nation prepares to meet this tide with an impenetrable wall it is my sad duty to inform the nation that the rumors and reports that the Kezrein is in hospital are true. At 11:34 this morning at her island hotel, the Kezrein suffered a heart attack that has left her in a coma. It is with a heavy heart and solemn duty that I take up the mantle of Prince-Regent for the duration of this crisis. I support the government of Archon Adimari as they were elected by the will of the people, I swear to defend this Commonwealth and all people within.
It is with respect and hope that our emissaries have been dispatched to our neighbors and long time friends. To those that we have had troubled pasts with, know that with this tide rising there is a choice. Put aside the differences of the past and fight together for the future of all people, or join that darkness and know that history will certainly remember.”
Ilien continued in a half hour speech to the nation about his duties, the duration of said duties and that the nation would form a coalition in the defense of the Commonwealth, their neighbors and any nation willing to join. Territorial sovereignty was paramount and that war preparedness would be expedited and more reserves called up. His task was to reassure the populace that the government would continue, the nation would be stable, the economy would maintain and that no matter what human dignity must not be abandoned in the face of fear.
The general reception and a snap poll showed the nation seemed eased and supported the young Prince-Regent. Faith in the government seemed to be unshaken.
Ministry of State for Foreign Affairs
Delphino City, Federal District
The Secretary of State was holding a meeting with other high level Ministers to discuss the ongoing situation abroad. Aglrinia’s expansion was aggressive, abhorrent and a threat to the stability of the world order. Archon Adimari usually sat in on the proceedings but with the ongoing matter with the Kezrein the situation had come to the point she was unavailable. That was rather worrisome to some in the government who had appreciated her rather hands on approach compared to that of her predecessor, though others called it overbearing and suffocating. The public however seemed to believe that such a firm hand was a good thing, at least at this time.
The process of actually formulating a coalition wasn't a small task, let alone when one is facing a darkness breathing down one’s own neck. Then again it is the dark tide that was rising that would also help bring nations together, hopefully.
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Post by Maittar on Jan 5, 2019 2:12:18 GMT
Maíystedd – Capital Building
17:32 Interior – Chancellor Junas Borsyng’s Office
The office was quiet. The only sound apparent was the sound of the keys of a keyboard being pressed repeatedly amid the silence. The Chancellor had work to do. Forms needed filing, and he had been given a long list of matters to sort before the weekend. After all, it was a holiday in Maittar – The Festival of the Monarchs. Once a year, the whole nation celebrates all its past rulers by wearing costumes of them that hyperbolize, or exaggerate, some of their good or not so good qualities. Since the King had managed to work up a very favorable trade negotiation with the Archonate of Delfina, he would surely be the spectacle tonight. As per tradition, the reigning monarch was the host of the festival and would make a grand speech at the end of the night to commemorate it, and people were talking. Junas was proud of his king, but moreover and especially on this night – he was proud to be of Maittar.
As he continued to work he came across a notice on his desk. The paper was out of place among all the new documents as it was dated much earlier the prior year. It was the briefing from the day that Sacara had fallen into the hands of Aglrinia and its national armies. He remembered all the lives lost that day and lowered his head. “What a waste,” he muttered to himself as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the paper bin underneath his desk. He pressed his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the clock and felt rushed. He hadn’t finished yet and he was due at the King’s Palace in an hour. After a second or two of deliberation he decided to leave the rest of the work for the following week – there were celebrations to be had. As he was readying himself to leave there was a knock at his office door.
“Come in!” he said as he turned around in his chair. He had been looking out the window behind his desk, but turned to face whoever was entering his office. It was a young man in camouflage with a pale look on his face.
“Mr. Chancellor, sir. I am Lt. Ludulf, sir. I was sent at the behest of the Royal Navy. I’m afraid I have some urgent news,” the young man said clutching an envelope, “it’s a transmission from our units off the coast of Kitarja, as you’ll recall we have a brigade of ships stationed there. Well, we managed to intercept a few transmissions from the Aglrinian forces and one of them loosely confirms our suspicions that Vice Chancellor, Roban Rhodagh was killed, sir.”
Junas was visibly shaken. He trained Roban while he was an intern and hand-picked him to be his assistant.
“How?” was the only response he could muster.
“We’re not sure, Mr. Chancellor, sir. All we know is that a few hours after the meetings there was a travel ban imposed by Mr. Kudu, sir. At the same time there were election riots in the Taipore. He never made it to his jet, sir.”
Junas bowed his head in sadness. He was angry and then sad, but he was angry first. He was angry most. Then after listening to all that the young officer had to say, he responded.
“Thank you for the information, Lieutenant…I cannot wait until that animal pays for all the grief that he has caused in this world.”
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Maíystedd – King’s Palace
18:00 Interior – King’s Hall/Main Floor
The King’s Hall is a 20,000 square foot hall adorned with murals depicting historic Maittarian battles, namely the battle for their independence. Each wall stands approximately 100 feet tall with strong, Maittari-styled columns supporting the large ceiling. On one end there is a large stage, and on the other a smaller stage supporting a large television screen for all those that cannot see up to the main stage. The hall is empty, except for two people – the king and the queen.
“Ciris! Ciris, where is he?” Queen Aleghsandara was growing anxious waiting for Chancellor Junas to arrive. She, King Ciristopar, and Chancellor Junas were all apart of the hosting party of The Festival of the Monarchs and she was more excited than she’d ever been.
“I don’t know darling, he’s probably working. That man never rests. I thought I was overworked.” Ciristopar chuckled.
Aleghsandara was moving all around the King’s Hall, getting things in order. It was, after all, the biggest celebration in the nation and they hosted the grandest party in the city. It was tradition for the Queen to arrange everything for festivities, as it was considered a royal duty.
“Darling,” Ciristopar shouted across the hall, “I’m going to my study for a moment. I have some things to check on.”
She acknowledged him, or rather, waved him off and he began to make his way towards his study. He walked out of the hall into the main floor’s main corridor and turned left to make his way up the large staircase that led directly to his study.
Maíystedd – King’s Palace
18:54 Interior – King’s Study
When he arrived in his study, he sat down in his chair and turned on the television. He never really paid much attention to it – he grew tired of the news from the east. It was most always more news of Aglrinian atrocities that he somehow had to combat by himself, but as he shuffled through some papers looking for a decree he had signed earlier in the day he heard it. “…and today the Royal Kezrein of Delfina, Sarandine, is in the hospital after a major heart attack…” He paused, looked at the television, grabbed the remote and turned it up.
“And her grandson, Prince Ilien has been appointed Prince-Regent in a move that has some people speculating whether or not the young prince can keep the grip on Delfina in these dark times” The newscaster went on to describe the response speech that the Prince-Regent had released to the Delfine public and played a few clips of him reassuring the public that he was for Delfina and that a coalition must be formed to combat Aglrinia.
Ciristopar shook his head. He recalled of the failed Quintumvirate Summit that he had drafted more almost a year ago and how most nations were reluctant to join for fear of reprisal from Aglrinia.
“Now they want a coalition. I wish they had listened to us when we asked. We pleaded with them!” He shouted at the television, throwing the remote.
Ciristopar knew that there was no way that Aglrinian government could ever manage to maintain that much land, which had been acquired over such a short period of time. He suspected their military had been growing weaker and weaker day by day and had hoped to consolidate power in Auratus to challenge Kudu.
Maybe now was finally the time.
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Post by Rosaria on Jan 5, 2019 11:13:18 GMT
Valencia, San Sebastian, Democratic Midterm Rally "Thank You Valencia!, i am very thankful for your support and we can count on your support in the 2019 midterms". As Emily Santos, one of the two democratic senators in San Sebastian finishes the first of many rallies for her party. As she walks away from the stage her elated face dissipates and she walks towards her vehicle. She remembers her earlier meeting with her party on the aggressiveness of the Republican campaigns throughout Rosaria and the possibility of the democrats losing their majority. She must come up with a plan to undermine the republican campaigns if she plans to keep her seat. She gets a call from one of the Democratic senators. "Hello?". "Hello Senator, i'm calling to let you know there's an emergency meeting at headquarters, somethings come up"."What happened, whats going on?"." We will explain to you when you arrive". He hangs up. She wonders what must've happened for an emergency meeting. "Driver, get me to the airport". Rosarian High Command, Location Classified Admiral Salazar arrives at the Rosarian military headquarters, having gone through mandatory extensive security, although he knows why he never tires from having to be searched and go through biometrics every time he enters. As he enters the War room he is greeted by all the generals from one star to four stars and admirals. The Secretary of Defense rises,"Welcome, sirs and madams. We have gathered here today on the orders of President Isidra to determine the course of both Rosarian foreign and military policy and our stance on the Aglrinian Expansions, everyone may speak whenever their ready". General Alexander Cortez, a three star general rises," Aglrinia is a global power, the only one at that matter, we cannot match their military strength and we can never hope to do so with what we have now, we must maintain our policy and not intervene or do anything to provoke them into targeting us". General Elias speaks "We cannot just stand and do nothing while Aglrinia continues to take over country after country, we must take a stand against them." "And how do you propose we do that then?" Speak Admiral Gonzales "They out match us in near everything, and what we do beat them in we don't have enough of to guarantee us a victory. while i know we cant just do nothing we cant openly defy them lest we risk a war. we must take a defensive stance and build up so that if the time ever comes we can defend ourselves." "that is true" Secretary of Defense Harris says. "We cannot challenge them at our current state but we can defend against them. "And how do you propose we do that?" General Felix speaks "Our military not strong enough even with the home advantage, we can't field as many men as them and we can't produce as much as them without going bankrupt". General Salazar, who's been quiet the whole time stands. "We have technology, our Anti Ballistic defense is sophisticated enough to protect our borders, if we layer it out we could significantly increase our defense against any attack, our Anti air can detect current stealth tech so our airspace is safe, our navy has been built around national defense, we control more submarines then any country on this continent and that is enough, we carry the capacity to defend our our borders, we must only worry about long range attacks, which is why i propose we invest heavily on Anti Ballistic defense, we must be 100% sure we can defend against mass ICBM attacks and we can withstand." Everyone remains quiet for some time before Cortez breaks the silence."Our Army is weak, we cannot field enough men to mount a significant land defense without pulling men from civilian life, that would create riots and could destroy us from inside, Im sorry but unless the eggheads from SRPA can invent and create soldiers we can't win". "I've been speaking to the heads of SRPA, they acknowledge our situation, they know we can't beat them conventionally but they have been coming up with some unconventional matters". Salazar wonders on what Secretary Harris meant by that, but before he can speak, an officer speaks in his ear, he is needed somewhere else and departs, leaving them to continue to debate and argue as the door shuts behind him. |
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Post by Visargia on Jan 5, 2019 12:05:51 GMT
Royal Augusta Palace
City of Kien, Kien Region
The Royal Augusta Palace had been constructed from the 1740s onwards and was named by the King of the day, Ferdinand I, in honour of his wife, Augusta. For the duration of the monarchy in Visargia acted as a symbol of the independence of Visargia from their former Delfine overlords. Following the end of the monarchy in the 1880s the palace became the home of the Head of State of the Republic. It had seen a lot happen during this era with the Palace being an ever constant site for coups, peace talks, and the signing of law. In 1965 the old walls of the building had watched on as Ambrogio Trapani turned a once vibrant republic into his own personal Kingdom with the establishment of the so called "Salvation State". He had died years ago but his legacy still remained in the building with his successors in the regime continuing to use the palace as the base of their operations. The nation was ready for a change but those that plotted inside the walls of the palace remained determined to cling onto power for as long as they could.
The current occupant of the Augusta Palace was President Michel Alberghini, an 82-year-old veteran of the regime. President Alberghini was officially a very powerful man with the power to dissolve the legislature, dismiss any government official he wished, sign whatever decree he wanted into law, and take complete control of the military which swore loyalty to him. However, in practice the Prime Minister was at the helm. In the morning the President normally sat with his wife, Annegret, to enjoy breakfast, then he would normally go and spend a few hours in his office fulfilling the few duties he still held before retiring to his apartment for the rest of the day. On this day, however, it seemed that the President would have a lot more on his plate than just a few duties. Just as he finished his breakfast one of his many helpers came in to the room and whispered in his ear "Sir, Paternoster is here and he seems to have something urgent to say". The President wasn't one for rushing and got out of his chair, gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, and headed off to see what the Prime Minister could want.
As the President and his aide, Anselmo, walked to his office Michel wondered what would happen. Was he about to be removed from his role? Was Thilo planning to take more of his authority? Was he actually needed for something? He was about to find out because he arrived at his office and was let in by a security guard. Inside the room it was just him and Thilo, they hadn't had a one on one conversation in quite a while. "Hello Michel, we've got quite a bit to discuss to so we don't have time for pleasantries" said Paternoster calmly as the President entered the room. "Alright then, you may as well get on with it" the President replied.
"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs received a request from the Delfine's earlier today asking for us to form some sort of coalition with them. According to them the Aglrinian's are moving close to Na Lahaari islands and are setting the stage for an invasion of Na Lahaar and who knows what next" said the Prime Minister. "Well, this would always happen eventually. The Aglrinian's have been doing this for a while now. I'm slightly surprised the Delfine's have the nerve to ask for us to get involved considering they're definitely not a fan of our leadership" the President replied. "Yes, that is true, but if we don't get involved then we'll simply be left to fend for ourselves if the Aglrinia's turn their attention to us. We're really not far away from their gaze. I know we've maintained a very hands off policy since the 1960s but we can't do that this time" said Paternoster in response. "Well, I'd suggest that you see what else they have to say first. But also, it's not like we've got the worlds strongest military. Our main strength is our abundance of young men and we can't risk a whole generation for the sake of another nation" warned the President.
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Post by Euding on Jan 5, 2019 16:57:27 GMT
Study of the king, the blue palace, Blancastel-Zeeturm. The king was sat at his desk, filling documents; one an agricultural report from the past year, another an invitation to a party with members of the noble houses. A secretary silently walks into the room, she put an envelope on his desk and leaves. The king puts his papers on his desk, he takes the letter opens and reads it, it is a message from the Delfine department of foreign affairs it is asking Euding to join them in a coalition against Aglrinia. He stops.
He gets up from his chair and runs in the halls, he enters the council room. There there are all of his ministers. They were waiting for him. "Ah, you are here, your grace" said the prime minister "Yes I just received the Delfine message." replied the king; "Well now we can begin to choose what to do, said the minister of foreign affairs -Yes, what is the situation ?, asked the minister of deffence
-Well, according to the message sent by the Delfine department of foreign affairs Aglrinian forces have started to make movements towards southern La Nahari islands, they say that this is a proof of their expansionist and aggressive behavior and as such they want to form a coalition in order to prepare for a potential war -And they want us to join in, is that right? cuts the prime minister -yes -Well then we should join them. Proposes the interior minister. -Well in case there IS a war we wouldn't be able to combat Aglrinia, even with delfine and La Nahari help, we need either more help or we need to not join their coalition. Says the foreign minister. -We cannot let down our Allies, says the king, it is simply inconceivable, we need to preserve the world from Aglrinian Tyranny. Moreover if we join them it would maybe attract more members. -Yes and maybe we could not join the war but help the participants like that we would be protected from Aglrinian attacks while still helping in the war efforts.Says the minister of agriculture. -No!yells the minister of deffence, You would have to be a fool not to think that Aglrinia would take even helping their enemies an affront, they would attack us regardless of if we fight or simply help Delfina and their coalition. If we are doomed either then must join them and instead of not doing anything and getting conquerred. -All in favor. says the prime minister -Aye, say the rest of the room in unison. -It is settled then, says the prime minister while clicking on the interphone, Otto send a message to the Delfine department of foreign affairs telling them that we will join their coalition.
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Post by Ecralia on Jan 5, 2019 23:16:10 GMT
Grand Sanate, Gralanty, Zetterren dominion, West Ecralia
Ashë slammed his hand down onto the Centeral podium "We cannot involve ourselves with the affairs of the continentals, we know not the cause of their conflict nor the exact size or capabilities of either sides military we are not in the position to blindly choose a side we only have the accounts of passing merchants describing the growing tensions in their regions. furthermore we have hardly the manpower to do anything about it due to the recent subjugation of the other islandic duchies.
"With all due respect Mr Chancellor," interrupted Ishu, Minister of defence,"If we are to sit idly by and let our soldiers become undisciplined whilst the continental armies continue to gain experience, without proper experience our military will be unable to defend us against those who are properly trained and have enough experience in battle, as you say we know nothing of their military but I say they know nothing of ours the merchants say there are insurgents in some of the continental's regions if we sell them arms I'm sure they will give us our highly needed information."
The head of the Imperial Court argued last, "What Ashë says is true we know very little about their military forces, but also they know little of ours, We partly agree with Ishu we cannot let what remains of our military grow weak and lax however, we should not be selling weapons to a faction we do not know as that will most likely bite us in the future and is not the reputation we wish to have instead we have decided, if allowed by the governments of said continentals, to use our military power as a peace keeping force and supply humanitarian aid in either said contanentals regions on or on the border in unclaimed territory"
"Yes Lord Síolo" both Ashë and Ishu in unison.
"and with that the time is 18:37 if that covers today's agenda then this meeting is adhourned" Síolo finished.
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Post by Aglrinia on Jan 12, 2019 8:05:41 GMT
The Ujian Center for Bioengineering. The intern had fallen asleep at her desk, her head resting on the keyboard a small pile of folders had fallen onto her left shoulder. The staff started to slowly make their collective way into the Bioengineering center. An older woman, that was fixing her lab coat as she walked up to the mezzanine area where the intern was. She placed her hand on the young intern’s shoulder; “I know the internship does not pay that well, but rent in this city isn’t that hat high.” the woman said sarcastically. The intern awakening from her slumber looked up at the older woman in a daze “I’m sorry Dr. Fratantuono, we received an order from the Missile Defense Agency; to quote initiate the production of Project LXXIX. I was tryomg to get things organized for you.” Dr. Fratantuano’s face went white, “Go home Sameena. Now.” Sameena looked both frazzled and irritated; however, there was nothing she could do. She made her way down the staircase from the mezzanine area and left the Ujian research center. Dr. Fratantuano felt bewildered she never thought the project would be ordered for production, not even under Kudu. She put on the proper protection, and made her way for the second floor into a room labeled “Decontamination Chamber A.” The room was dimly lite by a green light with steel paneling. After remaining in the room for several minutes she was given the go ahead by a green light, but met by another door after stepping into a very small room. The room required a card key to gain entry. She slid the card across attached to a lanyard that was placed in her pocket, then entered the lab. The counters were lined with microscopes, centrifuges, incubators, and more. She pulled four vials from the incubator labeled; - Trigeminal Neuralgia
- Erythema Multiforme
- Influenza
- Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva
Forty eight hours later. A small military convoy was outside the the Ujian research center a young man in military apparel opened the door to the bioengineering building and made his way up to the mezzanine area. “Dr. Fratanuono I have orders to deliver your finished product to the Ambane missile silo.” Dr. Fratanuono appearing both exhausted and rather reluctant to provide what she had finished cooperated anyways, out of fear. “Be incredibly careful with that stuff.” she remarked as the soldiers took the boxes out to the convoy. The Ambane Missile Silo General Merikh was overseeing the Ambane Missile Silo as the finished product arrived. “I can’t believe he’s doing this.” he muttered under his breathe. Colonel Amara looked at General Merikh; “What was that General?” General Merikh fixed a button on his shirt, “Nothing colonel, see to it that the finished product has arrived, and is ready.” Colonel Amara left the control room of the missile silo, and walked about the metal ladder staircase ladders “Privates! Get those cannisters into those slots pronto.” The colonel made his way back into the control room, “What’s our target sir?” General Merikh paused “Westrock, the capital of Sacara an opposition movement is gaining traction there. Kudu wants it stopped before they gain international allies.” The privates finished putting the time released biological weapon into the ICBM, then quickly made their way to a safe area. “We’re ready sir.” Colonel Amara said. “Ready the countdown.” General Merikh inserted a key into a panel then turned it then a woman’s voice started the countdown. “Five minutes to launch.” Meanwhile Kudu gives a nationwide Televised Speech “Members of the Shizhu party Maittar’s Chancellor Junas Borsyng demands that he be given assurance that the Aglrinian armed forces shall not attack or march through the national territory or take possession of the following independent nations. And he names for example: Euding, Delfina, Visargia, Na Lahaar, Kasulum, Ecralia, Uclea, Rosaria, Northern Drax, Tavanil, Kaha’ponukai, and Geminion” The room errupted into laughter. “My answer; I then took the trouble to determine in which situation the nations he listed were found. First, whether they feel threated, and second, whether Borsyng’s request has been made to us at the instigation of these people or at least with their own consensus. The answer was a thoroughly negative reply to Aglrinia. I will conclude with the following remarks. The Aglrinian government is fully prepared to accept Aglrinians of each of these nations if they want to be Aglrinian. Aglrinia is not the country to fear anything, and there is no danger at all of Maittar’s sabre rattling” Back at the Ambane Missile Silo The countdown continued over the intercom ”Ten seconds to launch, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.” The ICBM lifted off leaving a trail of fire as it exited the silo making its way into the atmosphere. Somewhere near the outskirts of Kalakuta The young man that left the peak of Mount Tembaga to carry a message to Kalakuta stopped in his tracks when he saw what appeared to be a shooting star. But, it was mid day the sun was at its highest point in the sky. He shook his head mildly assuming he must have imagined it, then entered into town. As he entered the small towns he couldn’t help but notice a little girl that trying to get her mother’s attention pulling on her dashiki “I saw a shooting star!” the mother, was just passively entertaining the daughter “Mhm, sure you did sweetie, make sure to make a wish.” Could it be? No, they wouldn’t. They wouldn’t but Kudu would. He argued with himself. He quickly ran for a large tent, that appeared to be for what’s worth guarded by two men on horseback. A brutish man with war paint and self inflicted scars on his chest stopped him at the entrance. “What is your business here - Tembagan.” The young man, showed the unopened letter to brutish man “I was asked to deliver this from my tribes leader to yours.” The larger man grabbed the letter from the young man’s hand then pushed him away with a staff “Stay there. I’ll be back.” The large man went inside the tent and gave the letter to an older gentleman who mumbled as he read it, making it hard to tell what he was saying “My dear …. we …. great threat …. put aside …. must act … or we’ll cease to be.” The gentlemen looked at the brutish man “The Tembagans want to put our past behind us and unite against Kudu’s caliphate. What do you think Zale?” Zale put the staff down and looked at the older man “As much I think it’s necessary, I’m sorry Rejalla I think it’s suicide until a foreign power lands on the shores of Araldar.” Rejalla walked over to Zale and put his hand on his shoulder “I have to agree with you, bring the messenger boy in here.” Zale left the tent got the attention of the young man by pointing at him, then gesturing for him to come towards him as he walked back into the tent. The young man followed him in then Rejalla quickly asked him “What’s your name Tembagan?” the young man stepped back just bit, but responded with “Tichaona.” Rejalla slowly canvassed Tichaona looking at him from head to toe, then side to side then repeating once again. “Tichaona we accept the Tembaga’s offer; however, I sure as hell hope you’re not the best the Tembaga have to offer. But, if we - the Kalakuta and Tembaga want so much as a shot against Kudu’s Caliphate we’re going to need some real help. I’m not talking about the other tribes.” Rejalla walked up to Zale and Tichaona and wrapped his arm around their shoulders. “Alert the men Zale, we’re going to need to get ourselves a civilian airliner one that can make it far, Tichanoa you’re coming with us we need to show them there’s united opposition against Kudu in Aglrinia.” Tichaona looked confused and scared “Wait who’s them?” Rejalla busy poking through a bag “We’ll have to figure that out when we get in the air. The Aglrinian government has already made it clear they don’t deal with their definition of terrorists so, they’ll probably have the air force shoot the plane down.” Tichaona’s face went white, “Do you, or does anyone in this camp even know how to fly a plane?” A young woman emerged from behind Zale, “No, but how hard can it be?” Zale walked over to Tichaona “Listen, we can either die on our backs, or go down fighting. It’s your choice.” To be continued…. The Next Day
The Ministry of Defence
General Merikh was making his way into the Ministry of Defence of with a letter in his left hand. If one were to look at his right hand, they would see he was rubbing the palm with his fingers and his fingers were shaking. He was nervous, he didn't get nervous easily. He entered the elevator and selected the fifth floor, as the elevator reached each floor it felt like his heart skipped a beat. He had trouble getting off the elevator as it reached the fifth floor. As the doors were about to close, he exited and made his way towards the Defence Minister's office. A long corridor, forced with rather ornate and tall doors at the end forced one to be left alone with their thoughts as they walked down the hallway, this design was by no means an accident. Once he reached the end of the hallway and opened the doorway he was greeted by Defence Minister Tahul, "Merikh, I wasn't expecting you unless it's of the utmost importance make it quick." Merikh walked up to his desk and placed the envelope on the desk "My resignation, Sir. Biological weapons are where I draw the line." Minister Tahul paused and looked at the envelope, then continued to stare at it for what felt like the longest ten seconds in Merikh's life. Merikh ever so slowly moved his left hand towards a ceremonial he carried with him clipped to the back of his belt. He stopped when the silence was broken, "Very well, you've made your decision. I wish you the best in your future endeavors." Minister Tahul got up from his seat, extended his hand out looked at Merikh, shook his hand a bit gesturing at Merikh in an attempt to get him to shake his hand. Merikh extended his hand and shook Minister Tahul's hand all while holding it firmly and staring him in the eyes. Shortly thereafter he made his way out of the room. As he made his way out of the room he heard Minister Tahul pick up the phone and say "Ministry of People's Security, Merikh..." The Aglrinian ParliamentMauta Kudu had called for a parliamentary session one that would be broadcasted on international television. He was planning on giving a speech, as he entered the parliament everyone gave a standing ovation until he reached the podium. Once he reached the podium he started his speech; “Members of the Shizhu party Maittar’s Chancellor Junas Borsyng demands that he be given assurance..." A young man looked confused and looked at his colleague and whispered "Wait is he serious, he just gave this speech yesterday." The older gentlemen smacked the young man upside the head, "Shut up, or you'll get us both killed." A representative behind them whispered "I heard that ever since his wife died he's had his private doctor prescribing him all sorts of shit. Some say he's mixing alcohol and psilocybin mushrooms." The old man slapped them both, then yelled "Shut up!" Kudu pointed at the gentlemen, and two guards standing by doors made their way through the crowded seating and pulled him out by his arms. The older man started kicking and screaming "No! No! You don't understand! I'm loyal, you're making a mistake! Men otemjej rej ilo bein Kudu!" The younger man, looked at the door now unguarded made his way to the aisle. As he stood in the aisle he ripped the Shizhu party pin from his lapel, then tossed it on the ground and stepped on it. Parliament's attention was immediately pulled from Kudu to him. Kudu quickly developed an austere expression, his brow hardened jaw line defined, and a vein grew visible in both his neck and forehead. "Sit down, Mr. Mayeso!" Mayeso refused to comply, and walked out of the parliamentary building. The Ministry of Foreign AffairsMinister Natak was rumbling through papers on his desk, and trying to make out the words on one document that had been soiled by a coffee stain. His assistant entered his office with a folder labeled Na LaHaar he chuckled a little bit. The young man dropped it off on his desk, then quickly left Natak's office. Natak shuffled through the folder "Sultan Svija wants to 'establish contact with Kudu'." he muttered to himself. "Well that's not going to happen." Natak said as he shut the folder. Minister Natak fashioned a diplomatic communique, explaining that Kudu only communicates face to face, and refuses to leave the nation due to personal security concerns. The Ministry of ProselytismMinister Sati was going over the demographics for Na LaHaar, Delfina, and Maittar as he sat at his desk. A woman's voice could be heard over the intercom; "Sir. Kudu's office wants to know when you're going to start preparations for operation Menukar?" Minister Sati shuffled through some folders then pulled a large brown one out labeled 'MENUKAR; Shizhu-Khawarij' "We can get it started in the next couple days, in the mean time get me a list of as many of the Imams as you can it's time they served their country on a far grander scale."
The Alsar Ocean Southeast of the Na LaHaari IslandsThe sixth fleet, and fourth fleet diverged as they neared the Na LaHaari Islands, the aircraft carrier staying with the fourth fleet, with the rather unconventional experimental weaponry splitting off with the sixth fleet. Both fleets were guarded by one submarine that was approximately twelve nautical miles ahead them. A rear admiral on the control tower of the aircraft carrier radioed to the submarine commander "Remember your orders are to take out the internet cables connecting those islands to the Na LaHaar mainland. Once they've lost communications with those islands it will level the playing field." Before the submarine commander was given a chance to speak the communication was terminated on the rear admiral's end. Meanwhile on the sixth fleet a petty officer was walking about the ship when he passed two storage rooms one with several warning labels such as; "Inhalation Hazard, Oxidizer, Flammable Liquid, and Explosive" the other with a warning label that simply stated "Dangerous, Flora and Fauna." |
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Post by Kasulum on Jan 16, 2019 0:55:53 GMT
Convoy - Marching southwest out of Kasulum through the tundras of northern Kitarja The wind was cold and blew viciously across the faces of the men marching alongside the tank convoy. In the center of the convoy, there was a large quadricolored flag sporting the black crown of Kasulum and the white crescent moon of the Shizhu Caliphate mounted to one of the tanks. The men, faithful companions of the great Imperial Duchy of Kasulum, shared their pride by chanting the Kasulum national anthem, "O Tah Sottös put Kasuluomi Röt!" (Oh Bloody Flag of Great Kasulum!). There is an unnatural cheer about all of them -- some of them knowing they will never return to their homeland again. Near the back of the line, a young soldier struggling to keep in formation looks to his comrade on his left and asks, "Rikkiila, did you hear the briefing this morning? Marching 200 miles without rest? Has Commander Ukkonen gone mad? We haven't trained for this--" he is interrupted by Rikkiila, a similarly ranked soldier. "Keep your voice down, Hukka, or someone may mistake your curiosity for treason." he said suggestively. Ever since Grand Duke Andrejs assumed the Grand Duchy things were different. Rations were tighter, orders were stricter, and the whole of the military was on high alert. After the announcement of a military contract with Aglrinian forces, though, the training didn't get any better. The Kasuluomi army was sparsely staffed, mostly with retired servicemen that were given incentive to come back and train the new stock. Due to short staffing, not all of the soldiers had completed training prior to the march on Kitarja. "I know, I know, Rikkiila, I know. I just-- I don't know. Grand Duke Gerhard was a great man, and now...I just don't feel confid--" "YOU!" a voice shouts from atop a tank about ten feet in front of Hukka and Rikkiila, "SHUT YOUR FACES AND KEEP MARCHING!" Määrküsa, Kasulum Inside the Kääsylla Residence
Grand Duke Andrejs is standing in front of a mirror in the main hall of the house with a handful of notecards in his hands. He has prepared State of Affairs speech for the people of Kasulum, and is practicing on how to deliver his message that he is consolidating power in Kasulum and effectively eliminating the Kääsylla Familial Council. As he speaks, his voice echoes. The hall is large and the ceilings high, ornately decorated along the walls with marble reliefs of past Kasuluomi exploits such as the Battle of Ulla and gracefully accented with leaves of gold that climb up along the marble columns. His voice can be heard down the length of the main hall, and at points he becomes bellicose, as he wants to rile his people up to rally behind him. As he is raising his arms, flailing about aggressively shouting quotes from the Kasulum Constitution he is interrupted by the sound of the large doors to the hall being pushed open, and as they opened in came one of his guards. "Lord, it's time." Rihu-Määrküsa (Castle Merkus), Kasulum Palace auditorium
The Grand Duke is standing behind a podium, tens of cameras fixated upon him. The palace auditorium is brimming with people from all over Kasulum. His delusions of grandeur set in as he suspects they are all there for him, for his words. There are people from all walks of life; from commonfolk all the way to high ranking officers of the government. As everyone is shuffling about, he raises his right arm and grabs the microphone. "Citizens of Kasulum!" He shouts, reaffirming his post as Grand Duke -- loud and proud, "I welcome you all here to the great Rihu Määrküsa! I am humbled by the amount of you that have chosen to attend, yes, humbled but also proud. I am proud of my fellow Kasuluomi that are here today. I am proud of all of you. It was not so long ago that we were not a great land that we are today. In the time of my great great-grandfather Temu Kääsylla we were still young, infants even. We have come such a long way since those times," As he spoke, a crowd of disgruntled factory workers were seen pushing their way from the back of the auditorium to the front. "We are a great people, us Kasuluomi. We have faced many tribulations -- we have been put on the back burner of society by the rest of the nations in the world. I am sure you have all heard it in the interviews that Minister Kruuhinen has reported from Aglrinia. The coalition of nations that stand against us. Well, I tell you, we will not lay down like dogs! That is why shortly after I took the helm of this great nation that I placed my trust in the great Mauta Kudu of Aglrinia to help us ascend to national recognition as a superpower and as a--" The crowd of factory workers neared the front of the stage. "--global power to be reckoned with! As I speak to you, our best soldiers are marching south through Kitarja to join up with Aglrinian forces at the site of the former state of Sacara! The world will know Kasulum!" The people began cheering. Most of what he was saying was nonsense, but he knew this. He didn't care. He was getting the reaction he wanted. He could feel the cheers radiating from his crowd and onto him, and as they continued to cheer and yell and shout with joy he was illusioned by them -- and he hadn't announced the abolition of Family Tribunal. He was so busy soaking up the cheers into his ego that he did not even notice the angry crowd of factory workers that had finally made their way to the front of the crowd. They pushed the people at the front aside and began shouting insults at the Grand Duke. "Andrejs Kääsylla you are a disgrace to Kasulum and its royal family!" one yelled. "You are what is wrong with this world you egotistic twat!" another screamed. Andrejs looked at them and laughed. He knew his next words needed to be chosen carefully, but his ego grew as they continued to hurl insult after insult. "Now, now," he said, "settle down now. I am doing everything in my power to instate government policies to ensure that workers such as yourselves have benefits that pass on to your family even when you are long gone, but to insult me is to insult your home, and if you have no respect for your home then you are not Kasuluomi. Guards! Escort these men from the hall. They don't deserve to be here." Four armed guards walked down from the stage and surrounded the group of workers, signalling them to leave the hall. "Now, where were we?" Andrejs continued without missing a beat, "as I have assumed most of the responsibilities that my father chose to ignore. I hereby declare the Family Tribunal null. I am consolidating authority so that I, myself, will be the sole decisionmaker here in Kasulum. Trust me, I have all of your best interests in mind. We will stand with Aglrinia and combat any force that chooses to stand against us. Together our great nations with unite Auratus as a global entity second to none!" The people cheered. They didn't know what they were cheering for. Just as all the great orators before him, he had an infectious way about him. He knew how to motivate his crowd and deliver his words in such a way that it didn't matter what they meant. To be continued... Convoy - Marching southwest out of Kasulum through the tundras of northern Kitarja
After hours of marching the convoy halted to refuel. They had never undertaken such a long journey before, especially on foot. Commander Ukkonen, a usually modest man was dressed in his full winter military officer's garb complete with the ushanka hat. He walked toward the lead tank, a Kas-class T-D4 reminiscent of an older time. They called it "Taiemppiahnus," meaning "dangerous". The tank had miles on it, but it was by far the best tank ever built by Kasuluomi hands. The rest of the convoy were purchases from a warehouse in Mizirak, newer, but nowhere near as superior to the T-D4. Cmdr Ukkonen slid his fingers across the tank, brushing snow off as he did. He thought to himself that the mission he was on was suicide. He had this gurgle in his stomach that told him that Aglrinia, namely Kudu, could not be trusted. He thought, how could a man that rarely ever shows his face to the outside world, and never to the Grand Duke for that matter, be trusted? Still, he had faith in his Commander-in-Chief, and even if that faith was uneasy -- it still existed. |
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Post by Northern Drax on Jan 18, 2019 2:15:23 GMT
On the main balcony of the Kron Palats, overlooking the point where the mountains meet the seaThe Kronprinsessa was in ecstasy. Some may claim she was deranged, potentially psychotic. Others thought she was on drugs, though that was never spoken. But the only drug she was on was power. This was to be consolidated in a public speech the next morning. She had taken control of the government, and therefore all the little worker bees were now hers. As she returned to her chambers, she thought about conversations she had been in throughout the Low Months. Voices of her advisors, loyalists, ambassadors, even her late father "We must assemble the everyone who's with us, the royal guard will not be enough to take the city""Your Majesty, it's an honour. Let us help you rewind. We can form an agreement to return this great nation to its rightful heir""It is our right to claim authority over these people. It is our duty"The plans were drawn up. The speeches written. Years of undercover connection, sabotage, public doubting rewarded her with this moment.The only thing yet to be written was history.
30 hours later, Confidential Location, Protectorate of Comorria, MaittarThey were exiled from their own domain. Too well orchestrated to be random protesting. Too large to go without backing. The Chancellor had a busy morning by the telephone, various assistants rushing around like bees after a kid knocked the hive. She was desperate for live updates on the situation. News coverage of the live events had haunted her sleep the night before. The Capital awash with broken windows and flaming streets. The Blue flag over the Grand Scizio Canal. Her home being defiled. And her husband......"Chancellor Borsyng requests your attendance immediately," her right hand man, Viktor Jeromic interrupted her train of thought."It's urgent"She was escorted down the dingy hallways of the facility, turning corners into more nondescript corridor until they reached a large reinforced door. After a knock and some shuffles and mumbles from behind the door, it opened to reveal a somewhat disheveled but calm Junas Borsyng. He welcomed her with a light hug and a peck on the cheek. He was not only an ally, but a good friend of hers after meeting at various Draconian summits in the past. The chancellor took a seat as the man strolled back to the temporary desk and slotted himself back down."I would first like to apologise for not seeing you sooner, you must have had a rough week, being bounced around the capital. We had to ensure your safety and the protests were unyielding"She looked down to her lap, wetting her mouth before resuming eye contact."We.., I appreciate your support, I know it isn't easy harboring a high risk public figure wanted by the powerful nations" she replied, almost tearing up.He leaned over his desk and took her hands, she was obviously distressed."I bear good news, We have received word from Delphino that the world is no longer content with standing by and appeasing Kudu. I do not know if they have a full grasp of your situation, so we have added information into our response. We also gained data on some of your refugees, including military personnel, being picked up as far as Uclea and Maittar. NDIS Kalmarsi is also still in your hands, after attempted mutinies from ninety three staff members."She perked up to this news. After hearing the Kronprinsessa's declaration on live television the day prior, she thought darkness had all but taken Auratus. Now not only does she have a haven in er own nation, but people are actually taking action before any more nations are lost to the Aglrinian war machine.
The meeting continued for what seemed like hours, with faithful guards covering the door. Just their usual jobs, but now felt even more important. Guard Jim Zebecky was relatively quiet. His colleague loved going on shift with Jim because it would fly by. His charisma and talkative nature made the hours pass with ease. "Hey man what's wrong? Your wife get annoyed at you before work or somethin'?"Jim sprung awake from his daze,"Nah man I just feel a weight over us all. That ginger b*tch in the tiara makes my skin crawl. One of the proudest democracies in the west falling in less than a week? With Mr Moustachio taking the rest? Nah man I'm out""It'll be fine dude, it isn't the end of the world," came the response from the young man. "Yeah but watching that speech, I just could not get those words out of my mind. I think we're on the chopping block dude"His thoughts spun around in his head as his colleagues voice faded away from his daydream. It all belongs to us, from the plains of Geminion to the mountains near Maittar. We must retake what is ours.
Those seven cursed words.
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Post by Delfina on Jan 19, 2019 4:15:14 GMT
Archoncy (Offices of the Archon)
Delphino City, Federal District
Archon Adimari was flanked by the Chiefs of the General Staff and other high ranking Cabinet Ministers. The room was silent except for the television that was tuned into the broadcast from Aglrinia where their leader was addressing the nation. Normally this would have only been watched by the Secretary of State or one of their Undersecretaries but with the impending conflict the Archon felt it necessary that everyone watch. The matter was laughable at least and cringe worthy at best. Truly this Kudu was delusional as the words that were spoken couldn’t have been more false. As though Maittar’s warning had been unprovoked, Kudu seemed to imply as much choosing to be ignorant of the fact that it was Aglrinia who’s aggressive expansion had prompted said warning.
“Ma’am there are two fleets according to our intelligence, the surface forces consist of roughly 74 vessels with fifty or so being combat vessels. We are unsure of their submarine forces though we would estimate anywhere from a half-dozen to two dozen of varying sizes and missions.” Admiral Caronnen was speaking. The medals and stars of her uniform were freshly polished, she took great pride in her uniform and her service to the Commonwealth over the last forty years. “The sonar net can’t reach that far though we will be alerted should any diesel or electric submarines come into our territorial waters. The Home Fleet can handle them.” Her confidence was refreshing.
“What of Fleet Marshal Achileas’ forces? Are they sufficient and what updates do we have on their positioning?” Archon Adimari asked. Her brow was furrowed as she shuffled through the various reports and other documents in front of her. Some were marked with CLASSIFIED and others URGENT. The coming war was a herculean task by all accounts.
“The Marshal reported that the Second and Third fleets were making good progress, though a storm the last two days caused them to be spread out more than he would like. He reports that it will take roughly 12 hours to reform the formation and then continue on towards the rendezvous point with the Na Lahaari fleet. The auxiliary ships are being held at a larger distance behind the main task force and are guarded by some destroyers and two cruisers. Admittedly he’s requested dispatching some additional destroyers and two cruisers from the First Fleet to support that rear guard.” Admiral Caronnen stated.
“Do so please. Those ships are the literal lifeline of the fleet.” Adimari stated.
“Achileas is confident that the combined forces will be enough to route the Aglrinian fleets though he warns that if battle is joined inconsistently by us and the Na Lahaari that it could be a costly and indecisive engagement. We are cautiously optimistic that with the support of the Na Lahaari we should have the upper hand.” Admiral Caronnen seemed a bit grim faced at the report. It was better to be cautious and less optimistic behind closed doors. As far as the world was concerned the Commonwealth was on its A-Game with the navy.
“We are gambling with the best ships and the bulk of our fleet here. If this fails the Commonwealth will not be able to stave off another naval incursion. Is this a smart idea? I mean should we be committing our naval resources at this time to this specific engagement?” Adimari asked. The reports weren’t great and while the government was in the process of nationalizing the industries necessary to conduct a full scale war, that would take time and any serious losses of material in this battle would not be able to be replaced for months or even years in the case of the carrier.
“Yes ma’am,” another admiral stated. His gray hair and well decorated uniform stood out from many of the others. “Committing here and now is our best chance. Those aggressor fleets would likely wipe out the Na Lahaari or us alone, standing together gives us a better chance of victory. Better to stand with another than have to fight alone.” He stated. His point received knocks on the table from the other Admirals and many of the Generals as well. It was a good point.
“Very well, keep me apprised of the situation. Thank you all and may the gods watch over us.” With that the meeting was over and everyone left to attend the various things calling their attention.
Paladia Revarachus
Arkadia, Ancient Capital of the Rhenish Empire
Ilien stood watching the chamber assemble. His seat was behind the podium next to the High Speaker of the Curia, thankfully he knew the aged woman as she had been a close friend and confidant of his grandmother. Her name was Elarya Vincaretti, Duchess of Veseva in the Kingdom of Ippari. Her chair was the highest on the dais with Ilien’s being second as he was the Heir Apparent. Flanking either of them and one step down from Ilien were the eleven heads of the realms. The various Royarchs, Kogins and Regios. They represented the Realms’ interests in this affair of state.
“Calogera… Ghetaldi… Kleist… Orontid… Traversari…” Names were called and answers of “Present” were accepted into the roster as the quorum was established. Finally all hundred Houses were in attendance and marked as present. The eleven monarchs as well, along with Ilien acting as Prince-Regent. Finally Duchess Vincaretti stood and brought the chamber to order. It was their first gathering in ten years, and unfortunately it came at a time of great stress.
“Today we will be deciding whether or not the Prince-Regent and Heir Apparent is eligible to sit upon the Solar and Tidal thrones as Sovereign.” The High Speaker then lowered her glasses and shuffled through a couple documents before humming to herself as she found the right one. “Regarding the section that dictates that the Sovereign must be able to produce lawful and blooded heirs is the section in question. It is no secret that the Prince-Regent is an open homosexual and the civil courts have ruled in his favor. The case is brought before us to determine if their interpretation of the crown law is sufficient. I now call upon Ban Stepjan Celje.” The High Speaker took her seat as the the nobleman stood and moved to one of the two aisle podiums.
“Thank you Madam Speaker. My esteemed colleagues, I must state that I concur with the finding of the civilian court. With the advancements of medical science it would not be impossible to artificially have a child that is ‘of’ the Prince-Regent and as such should be considered a viable alternative. Thank you and I yield.”
“I will now call on the Duke Rentina,” the High Speaker once again took her seat.
“Thank you Madam Speaker. I strongly disagree with the civilian court’s ruling and with Ban Celje’s reasoning. The ‘artificial’ method in my mind is abhorrent to the throne itself. If one cannot conceive naturally or in the Prince-Regent’s case willingly then one should not hold the throne. I mean no offense to the Prince-Regent or to the late Sovereign, the crown law is clear on this matter.”
The High Speaker then recognized others as the debate raged on in the chamber for nearly four hours. A short recess was called and the various noblemen and women seemed to break into cliques talking amongst themselves. Some about the coming conflict with Aglrinia and others about the actual matter at hand. The general belief was thought to be against confirming the Prince-Regent to succeed his grandmother though in truth not enough opinions had been stated before the assembly and so no one really knew. Upon reconvening that afternoon more debate ensued and it truly looked like the chamber could conceivably deadlock.
Finally it was time to vote. The eleven monarchs broke the nobles into their blocs and began to take the votes. It would be their duty to report those votes back to the High Speaker for her final tally before they were read out to all those in attendance. House Saluja held a ducal title in the Kingdom of Ippari and were thus entitled to vote in the election, Ilien had deferred this to his sister and his heir so as to remain at least somewhat impartial. Basilea gave him a small wave and a smile from across the chamber when their eyes met, she was flanked by other various Ippariot noblemen and then of course there was Regio Janus. He was a stately man but also portly, some had taken to giving him the nickname ‘the Jovial’ for his rather lighthearted and warm demeanor.
The last of the votes had been cast and the monarchs had handed them off to the High Speaker who with her small amount of aides began to tally them. Finally with a bit of a sigh of relief the woman made her way to the central podium where the chamber was called to order. In truth two matters had been up for debate here, the first was whether the current crown law should remain in place or if it should changed to allow for heir designation and/or adoption. The second was whether or not to confirm the Prince-Regent into the position of Sovereign.
“With the votes tallied the Curia has voted 66-30-4 in favor of changing the crown law to allow for adoption and heir designation within the dynasty.” Applause rippled through the chamber. “For the second matter as to whether or not the Prince-Regent should be confirmed as the new Sovereign the chamber has voted 51-49 in favor. As with tradition this second piece on the agenda has also been voted on by the eleven constituent monarchs of the Commonwealth. Their votes are 11-0, a unanimous vote in favor of the Prince-Regent. It is with great honor that I hereby bring to a close this meeting of the National Curia and confer upon the Prince-Regent the Seal of the Two Thrones.”
Ilien could hardly believe how close the Noble Vote was, just two away from throwing the process into chaos as an alternative heir would have had to be found among those present. Thankfully that had been avoided. What shocked most people though was the unanimous endorsement from the monarchs, not since Franz August II in 1806 had a sovereign been given that support. It spoke volumes of the respect they had all had for Sarandine and their belief that Ilien was suited for the position. As people began to file out the monarchs remained behind and Ilien personally talked to each of them. Unwavering support from them would be the difference between an easier reign and a challenging one.
The Prince-Regent’s first task now was to schedule the coronation as soon as possible and then to invite Archon Adimari to retain the post and her government on his behalf. Stability in the government had been all but assured with this meeting of the National Curia and it was a ringing endorsement that hopefully would energize the nation at this perilous time.
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Post by Na Lahaar on Jan 22, 2019 22:15:39 GMT
Al Tetzehtempteh, North Wing
The Sultan, weary of his daily life but optimistic of the current state of defense, is preparing himself and his family for the upcoming funeral of the late Kezerin and the coronation of the Prince-Regent of Delfina when he receives a page asking him to the West Wing immediately. The Kajiit assures his family that he'll be back shortly, and sets off towards the National Command Center.
West Wing, Office of General Grezhnil
"Good morning Sultan!" The General excalims. "Good news, and some interesting developments have been stumbled upon in the last few days." Ezhikael removes a stack of files from his desk and presents them to the Sultan. "Firstly, Kudu has appeared in a televised speech to the Shizu Party claiming to not be aware of any potential threats their neighboring countries are wary of, this is an outright lie! I, sir, have no respect for this man whatsoever after this. Tota-"
"Stop, right there, Mr. Grezhnil. This ...Kudu is not worth the time to worry about. He is simply a man, just as the rest of us. It is his military that we should devote our time to." The Sultan had interjected. General Grezhnil nods his head and continues with the next bit of information. "Delfina has agreed to assist us in the coming Naval Conflict, sir. As our Navy stands, we would not be able to fend of the coming attack, but with their help: Sir, we might just win this one." He pauses and flips a page. "We are also in possession of 5 Triomphant-class submarines that we've collected from our arms deal with Delfina in 2000, 2 more to go. They have been sitting in Rwindijh all this time, since there was no reason to use them, but... Now I think would be a good time to bring them out of the boathouse." Grezhnil chuckles, as he has a very particular and dry sense of humor. The Sultan is amused, but does not express it.
"So that's it then? Inform the Fleet to maintain a defensive position around our waters and wait to Rendezvous with the Delfine Fleet. Launch the extra subs, and perform at least 4 patrols along our territories a day with our littoral ships. I need to get back to my family; while I'm gone, I trust that things will go smoothly, I'd very much like to have a home to come back to." The sultan chuckles, displaying some humanity, and walks back to the North Wing.
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Post by Rosaria on Jan 26, 2019 0:35:46 GMT
Presidential Palace, San Sebastian, Rosaria
"Madam President, everyone is here now." Isidra looks up,"thank you, tell them i'll be there shortly". She finishes with her work and gets up to head to the meeting room. As she walks with her escort she wonders if the information given to her is accurate. As she arrives she notices a heavy military presence at the entrance, having never been to a military meeting of this magnitude. She walks in and everyone stands up to salute, she acknowledges and sits down. "Now ladies and gentlemen lets begin". General Sanchez begins "According to our intelligence and other sources it has been confirmed that the Aglrinian Navy has sent ships near Na Lahaar. It's assumed that they're planning an attack". A second general speaks "We don't know what they're planning to do. they could just be sailing near them. "Do you really think that they're just sailing by. they might as well be right off the coast." Sanchez speaks. " This is a very perilous situation. If they are planning to attack Na Lahaar then it should be assumed that they're ready to leave their continent and take territory on others. "They are thousands of miles away from us why should we concern ourselves with a crisis on the other side of the world." a young commander speaks."It can be thousands of miles today, and only a few hundred tomorrow" Admiral Salazar states. "We should act now and nip their ambitions now, if they succeed in taking Na Lahaar it would embolden them to begin other military campaigns sooner. We should openly denounce them now before its too late". A number of generals and admirals mod in agreement. "We're already manufacturing arms for other nations who have already defied Aglrinia, we should follow suit." I must disagree, We cannot challenge them at our current state, our only chance of success is to ally ourselves with others to form a coalition" A general speaks.
What about Delfina, they've sent an offer to us to join then against Aglrinia"."We could," Isidra says. " However we could start our own coalition with Maittar, we're already selling weapons to them, and we share some interests". "If we are to openly challenge Aglrinia we must bring all our capabilities to bear, both conventional and unconventional and potentially our WMD's should the need arise." Sanchez says. "You cannot expect for us to use our WMD's without repercussions from the rest of the nations. We should use them only if Aglrinia uses them first." Salazar states. "You would open the doors to massive devastation to our people and lands" Isidra says. "Because they use them first, you would start a chemical and biological war". "If we don't then they will wipe us out, if Aglrinia does not care for the consequences of using such weapons why should we, if we do not use them we would be at a disadvantage throughout the whole conflict, it would mean certain defeat". The other generals and commanders begin to debate and argue. after what feels like an eternity Isidra motions for the others to quiet. "A lot has been said today.I must agree that we must destroy Algirina's ambitions to expand out of their continent in order to avoid any potential conflict with us, we must ally ourselves with others who share the same goals as us, i will send an envoy to Maittar to discuss a potential alliance against Algirina, but we should keep our options open with Delfina. When it has been decided i will send for everyone to meet once more".
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Post by Maittar on Feb 2, 2019 1:44:15 GMT
Department of Foreign Affairs Building
Director's Office
Maíystedd, Maittar Capital Province
Pre-discovery of Kasulumi Subjugation on Kitarja
Director of Foreign Affairs, Vittomo Moddari was pacing back and forth in his office. After his statement in the Maittar Observer about the Kasulumian convoy advancing on Kitarja he was racking his brain on why they could possibly be mobilizing now. Last year, the newly crowned Grand Duke Andrejs accepted a military alliance with Aglrinia. GD Andrejs spoke very highly of Kudu and his willingness to control, but no one anticipated such a bold movement. They used no means of a stealthy approach, but in reality how does one stealthily march south on a continent? It made no sense to him. He had all of the information there in front of him, but something wasn't adding up.
And then, as if it hit him in the face -- it all came together.
"That's it!" he shouted.
He ran to his desk, grabbed his keys, and ran right out through the doors.
As he made his way down the stairs he grabbed his phone and started dialling the Chancellor. It rang a few times, but there was no answer. He tried calling again. This time, it rang a few more times, but eventually a tired voice ended the ringing.
"...Hello?"
"Chancellor Borsyng, it's Director Moddari. I have some very serious information I need to share with you now!"
"What? Uh...okay? I'm not in the office today. I'm at home. Can you come by?
"I am on my way now, sir. I'll be there shortly."
He drove for another ten minutes through the crowded streets of the capital. The citizens of Maíystedd going about their days oblivious to most of the issues going on in the world. Many citizens chose not to be well-read in the subject of politics, and those that were well-read were either already in the military or didn't care. He finally broke out of the Maíystedd traffic and eventually found himself in the Chancellor's driveway. There, standing on his front porch in his pyjamas, was Chancellor Borsyng.
"Director, glad to see you. What is this urgent news?"
Vittomo finished getting up and out of his vehicle and had a very solemn look on his face.
"It's something big, Chancellor. Andrejs Kääsylla is planning something big -- I know it. It's here, it's all here. It was right in front of us the whole time. There have been reports, quiet ones, dispersed, but they exist of Kasulumian advance on Kitarja. The convoy was a rouse. I believe they plan on taking Huuhania."
Junas' face grew grim. Huuhania was the last major defence between Kasulum and the greater Kitarjan continent. If they fell, Kitarja would be open to more conflict that it could handle.
"Is there confirmation of this? Have you reached out to Huuhania's government?"
"I have, but I fear they're not at all prepared."
"And what of the Alsar Strategic Partnership, Vittomo. Did you send the invitations?"
"I did, just as you asked. It seems that may be our best bet in all this. The Cobaltian Republic is strategic in this. We need them just as much as we need those Rosarian weapons."
Maittari Naval Base
Rovna, Sovennia Raighat, Edrosca
Briefing Room
Two days later
Across the naval base navy personnel can be seen running toward the briefing area. The base had been put on alert by the acting superior, Captain Borus Ludulf due to confirmation that Kasulum had taken Huuhania. A visibly distraught navy Lieutenant Commander Roggard was arguing with the captain.
"Captain, I think it's imperative to put our best foot forward in this. We need to advance now." The passion in his voice was apparent, but not apparent enough to warrant a grand response from the captain.
"Yes, yes. I know, but we have to think this through. If Huuhania could fall in two days, then we need to learn more about our opponents."
"Think what through, Captain, and learn what? We go. We fight. We end the war. It's that simple! Why don't we mobilize the fleet off the cost of Arlington? We have the ships. They're just sitting there."
The Captain stopped what he was doing and looked the Lieutenant Commander directly in his eyes, with a burning focus.
"If you, for one second, think that it's going to be that easy...that cut and dry, then I have no clue how you've made it this far. There is so much at stake here--"
As the captain is finishing up his sentence, the phone buzzes and an officer comes to him with a satellite phone.
"Sir, It's the King sir -- He, uh, wants to speak with you, sir."
The King's voice could be heard by many through the speaker on the phone. He was very intent with his words.
"Captain, I will be arriving at the base shortly. Please -- set up your command office for you and I. Admiral Borsyng is with me."
"Yes, your majesty. Right away"
Borus handed the phone back, dismissed the men in the briefing area and made way to his office. His office was a medium-sized room. In it there was a conference table that sat 8 people, 3 on either side and one on each end. He arranged his office so that everyone was aside except the main table where everyone was to be seated. He laid out a map of Auratus on the table, and tacked each corner down. The King would be arriving any minute.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door, Borus opened the door, saluted the King and the Admiral and greeted them with excitement.
"Your majesty, please come in."
King Ciristopar nodded and walked in, followed by Admiral Borsyng. Admiral Ghonor Borsyng, a stoic man, is the brother of Chancellor Junas Borsyng. He always had an affinity for strategy and as such made cake of the ranks in the Navy through his sheer skill. Borus directed the men to the table and asked,
"To what do I owe this visit, your majesty," he looked at the Admiral next, "and Admiral."
Ciristopar nodded and responded fittingly.
"We're at war, Captain. There's no denying it. I received a dossier today from Foreign Affairs today that Huuhania has fallen into Kasulumian hands. That puts them at a very strategic advantage. It seems they're stationed there for now, but there is a bigger issue here: it's not just Huuhania that has fallen. They've taken most of the northern Kitarjan continent. We need to do something. Between this and Kudu mocking us on Aglrinian-nationalized news stations, and he's--"
"Yes, your majesty," Borus said nodding away cutting him off from finishing, "I know about this, we've all heard it. He called out Chancellor Borsyng an--"
"But what you don't know, Captain" interjected Admiral Borsyng stoutly, "is that Kudu gave that speech twice. What does that tell you? Any smart man would know that something is aloof in paradise. This will surely give us the momentum we need to rally the remaining nations on the fence about an actual allied attack and pushing Aglrinian forces back. Plus with the establishment of ASP we should have a bigger edge than Aglrinia can anticipate given if we have backing from each nation."
The King smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that's just it. And we've just welcomed an envoy from Rosaria to discuss deeper military relations. Because as we know we don't have operatives in Aglrinia, it has not been feasible to place anyone there, but now our greatest source of information is their own news source. Not the news itself -- but Kudu's speeches and his actions. He is losing his grip. I'm sure of it. The assassination of Imani in Savjata proves that point. In Kudu's eyes he was dissident. He held power that Kudu could no longer control. That is one of his weaknesses, and as such we must ally ourselves with the Savjata Islands. Captain, I will have our Foreign Affairs Director reach out to the Savjatan government, and see what we can organize. It is all coming together. Our best measure is to utilize our fleet near former Sacara and move them to Na Lahaar to assist Delfina's navy in protecting the Na Lahaari coast -- hopefully with the help of Rosaria. Delfina possesses formidable fleet, and together we will be quite a potent force against any impending attack and we must brace ourselves for the coming days. That's our best chance to maintain naval superiority. We need to be prepared for this one. No more letting the world sit idly by."
"Yes, your majesty. We already have another fleet on its way to the rendezvous position off Sacara. They left a few short weeks ago, they should be arriving any day now. I will direct them to Na Lahaar as well."
The plan of action laid out by the King was knowledgeable albeit risky. He knew it was possible, but also with chances of opposition from Aglrinian naval forces. With the organization of the Alsar Strategic Partnership, as well as the military partnership with Delfina. The good guys would all be allied in stamping out further control on Kitarja by Aglrinia and Kasulum. The tricky part was how to execute the plan effectively.
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Post by Uclea on Feb 2, 2019 3:33:23 GMT
Presidential meeting room
"Alright is every one here" President Lewis asked as he looked around the room "great as you all may know tensions around the world are on the rise, and I'm afraid we may not be able to keep out neutrality so I called you all here to discuss the way we should move forward. Nathan Jones Minister of Defense " we could roll out the YF-23 Aviation Technologies has been developing it for over 6 years, and current test show that it is far more effective than what we currently use, the only problem being the price per unit." "I have seen that and I don't think that it will be enough we need something more effective than a single plane" responds President Lewis. James Wilson decided to throw in his idea "well we could join the Alsar Strategic Partnership it's a coalition of four other nations to combat Algrinian aggression, and we we're invited to join." The president looked at the minister "I know I have read it, and doing that would be giving up our neutrality." " We would be giving up our neutrality sir but like you said we can't stay neutral for ever and eventually war will find us and we can't fight it alone." " Alright we will do that tell Vittomo that we accept his invitation. Alright anything else no than we can adjourn this meeting."
As Asher Lewis watched as every one file out of the room he couldn't help but think what will happen through out his campaign during the election he campaigned of the idea of non-interventionalism bit was about to break that promise. People were tired of war we have been involved in most of them at least all of the ones that mattered in the past one hundred years.
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Post by Aglrinia on Feb 13, 2019 5:42:17 GMT
The Capital Building of Kofi: The Capital City of the Savjata Isles In the Kofi capital building Mauta Kudu and Amare Jabari the interim president of the Savjata Isles were about to hold a meeting. The Kofi capital building was old, one of the oldest buildings in the nation, constructed primarily of wood with the exception of a few areas. President Jabari a short young man was waiting for Mauta Kaudu an older gentlemen that was nearly seven feet in height. Which in and of itself was cause for intimidation without Kudu’s reputation. The doors to the meeting hall burst open, and Kudu followed by a large security entourage and a few decorated military personnel entered the room. President Jabari had his assistant and a makeshift cabinet with him, on the other end of the boardroom. Kudu was quick to make his presence known; “Isn’t this a lovely little office you have here. Not the place I would want to be if there was a fire.” President Jabari’s assistant responded stating “The construction methods used have made this wood near impervious to flame.” Kudu sarcastically responded: “Is that so?” As Kudu reached the end of the room where President Jabari was sitting he canvassed him. “Who is this little boy? Is he lost?” President Jabari stood up, barely gaining a foot; “Dàshi Kudu. Welcome to the Savjata Isles.” Kudu stepped back a bit, and tried to stop himself from laughing. “Aren’t you the little president! Our intelligence told me you were young, but this… look at you! I could care less about your province’s claims of independence, words are wind anyone can say they are independent it’s another thing to prove it. Here’s the thing. I don’t care about your loyalty to the caliphate. The ministry of defence; however, wants what you’ve got. Your location isn’t exactly something we can let slip from our fingers. Not to mention the luxury resources you provide to the troops. I have already promised them to the troops. You wouldn’t want to make me a liar, would you? That wouldn’t reflect well on me.” President Jabari stepped back a bit from Mautu Kudu who was maintaining an overbearing presence over him and said; “You don’t need to worry, Aglrinia will have what it needs.” Kudu walked closer to President Jabari and said; “That’s a good little President.” A general interrupted; “You can’t trust a Savjatan, after the declaration of independence they have planted the seed of revolution into every provincial government.” President Jabari quickly gave a rebuttal; “We were within our rights.” Mauta Kudu started pacing; “I’ve come up with a solution that will benefit everyone. To ensure that there’s cooperation on your end.” Before Kudu could finish he got distracted by one of the members of Jabari’s cabinet. “You, who might you be?” “I’m the Minister for Housing and Urban Development, sir.” the young woman said as she looked at the ground, fearful of looking Kudu in the eye. “Ah housing, always seems to be too little or too much of it.” President Jabari interrupted Kudu; “We have more to discuss, Dàshi Kudu.” Kudu grabbed the young woman by the arm, “I have an idea, you’ll come with me. You can be my new assistant.” President Jabari’s minister of defence shouted; “Dàshi Kudu’s that is enough!” President Jabari yelled “Let her go!” as Kudu’s hand held a firm grasp around her arm. “She’s quite pretty your minister, we would get along well.” Kudu declared. President Jabari pulled the Minister from Kudu’s grasp. Kudu looked at the woman then said; “I suppose you can stay.” in a reluctant tone. Then walked up to President Jabari forcing him up against the wall; “Aren’t you the bold President.” He then pulled a large switchblade out of his pocket and quickly brought it up to the young man’s neck with his right hand while holding his head with his left hand, he then popped the switchblade near his artery and said “But I don’t want Savjata to have a bold President, far too much trouble.” The room quickly filled with screams, a man screamed “Amare!” and the minister of defense tried to run for the president, but was stopped by Kudu’s protection detail. Kudu backed away a few steps and smiled while saying “I think we’ve come to an understanding, I certainly feel better about all this. Lovely meeting all of you, we’ll have to do it again some time.” As Kudu and his men left the room and President Jabari was dying in the arms of the woman he saved, one of the Aglrinian generals stood in the doorway and said “You brought this on yourselves.”
An Abandoned Mill: Ampara, The Savjata Isles A speaker was talking to crowded room; “How should we as Savjatan’s respond? This is about getting organized, bringing complaints to the right people. We need to put together a committee and talk to the government about our concerns. They don’t understand, they don’t know what our concerns are. We need to show them, educate them, let them know that we’re here to stay. People listen you must take this seriously.” A young man interrupted; “If the caliphate deems us an antagonist to their cause they’ll want to exterminate us with the rest of the perest.” The speaker quickly gave a rebuttal; “No one is talking about extermination.” A woman interjected, her voice demanding the attention of the room; “No one ever talks about it. They just do it, and you go on with your lives ignoring the signs all around you. Then one day when the air is still and the light has fallen they come for you.” The speaker attempted to interrupt saying; “Excuse.” However, the woman would not allow the speaker to interrupt. While speaking she made her way towards a makeshift stage as she finished off her statement; “Only then you realize what you are talking about organizing and committees the extermination has already begun. Make no mistake, they will draw first blood. They will force themselves upon you. The only question is, will you join the resistance and fight, or will you wait for the inevitable genocide to reach us here. The question remains will you die on your back, or with dignity knowing you went down fighting?” The Alsar Ocean Southeast of the Na LaHaari Islands The rear admirals for both the sixth and fourth fleets were called via satellite phone from the nation’s ministry of defence. The admiral of the sixth fleet started letting out a nervous laugh after the call had finished. The captain of the aircraft carrier looked at the admiral; “What’s the problem?” “The invasion of Na Lahaar has been postponed, we’ve been given new orders. We’re heading north.” Military Airstrip in Tazzarine A young man operating a communications machine received a coded communications from the Aglrinian ministry of defence; “Refusal to compromise; Savjata Isles peace talks useless.” He quickly brought the message to the general in charge of the airstrip. The general looked at the message and muttered; “I suppose this was to be expected. For the success of this operation high-level bombing and missile attacks are crucial. We may achieve surprise in the short term; however, Auratus will quickly resist.” Seventy two hours later The airstrip crowded with planes slowly emptied as the airport ground handlers and the control tower guided each bomber and fighter jet off the airstrip. At the Kofi International Airport the early morning hour A makeshift military station for the Savjata isles had been constructed, due to the fact that some soldiers still felt a sense of loyalty towards the Aglrinian Caliphate. Therefore, in their attempts to use the higher grade equipment a higher ranking commanding officer wouldn’t allow them access. A gentleman operating the radar station lifted off his headphones and called over his supervisor; “I’ve got a large haze.” The supervisor looked at it squinting in disbelief. The gentlemen asked; “That’s too large to be planes right?” The supervisor backed away in hesitation and radioed the airport tower “We’ve got a really large haze, are we expecting a lot of sudden air traffic?” the young woman looked confused and grabbed the clipboard by her side and flipped through a couple pages then said; “There’s no need to worry sir, it’s albatross migratory season there’s probably several flocks migrating from Araldar to Kitarja.”The supervisor set the radio down, and let the radar controller know, the radar operator was quick to respond with “That’s a fuckload of Albatrosses.” Downtown Kofi; A Coffee Shop A commander sprinted into the coffee to give his superiors a message; “One of our destroyers reports having fired and sunk a submarine attempting to enter Shalim Harbor that refused to identify itself at zero-five-forty-eight.” The admiral looked at his watch and quickly became irate “It’s six-twenty-nine.” The commander quickly responded, “We had transportation issues admiral.” the admiral quickly grabbed his coat and drank the coffee that he could “Relay this to the capital, Maittar and Delfina and recall the staff, and meet me at Shalim Harbor!” Shalim Harbor Taking advantage of the cloud cover nearly one-hundred aircraft flooded the skies of the Savjata isles like moths surrounding a flame in the dark of the night. As they made their descent nearly straddling the ground in some circumstances and became visible within the undeveloped mountainous regions while they made their way towards the harbor, the citizens in the backwoods areas could only look on as the planes made their past them towards their destination. As the aircrafts entered the harbor, a crew of men could be seen scraping the barnacles off of a destroyer. Soon a fighter jet entered their field of vision, and fired missiles at the side of the destroyer, this would be the first of many. On the other side of the harbor, across from the naval base there was a small seafood restaurant where the staff were preparing to open for the day. They started to hear loud booms, and crackling, and made their way for the window and looked outside frozen in fear. Balls of fire started erupting from the ships at anchor, and bullets were raining down from the sky. On the SIS Kalasin Destroyer a seamen screamed down into the crew quarters; “WE’RE BEING BOMBED, WE’RE BEING BOMBED GET UP!” while the loudspeaker repeated “ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS!” as a siren could be heard in the background and lights flashed throughout the quarters. The admiral arrived back from uptown Kofi and was standing outside the naval hospital, as he looked up to the sky he saw dozens of airplanes as if they were a flock of birds and said “Satan has come to our doorstep.” On the SIS Surin Aircraft Carrier the loudspeaker was repeating; ““ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS!” the crew were running around some shirtless in an attempt to get to their proper stations. Meanwhile an older gentlemen in the kitchen, the head cook was muttering to himself while working on thawing frozen meals. “It’s just another dumb fucking drill, this shit gets old.” Then a bomber dropped its entire payload on the Surin Aircraft Carrier from above, they penetrated the deck entering the hangar bay, and penetrated through to the crew quarters, not detonating immediately. A young gentlemen screamed “What the fuck was that?” another quickly screamed, “IT’S A BOMB!” then those in the crew quarters attempted to scramble out of there; however, the bombs detonated shortly thereafter. Back on the SIS Kalsin Destroyer the Captain entered the deck and looked out the window in horror, and amazement and said “It’s happening.” subsequently bullets started flying into the deck and the crew within it had to quickly duck. The Captain yelled at a lieutenant near the announcement microphone “Report battlestations!” the lieutenant quickly yelled “MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS, MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS, THIS IS NO SHIT THEY JUST SUNK THE SURIN! GENERAL QUARTERS, GENERAL QUARTERS, THIS IS NO DAMN DRILL!” Bombers ruled the skies dropping their payloads throughout the harbor and on the nearby airstrip onto any usable fighter or bomber aircraft. While fighter jets hugged the water and and danced with the ships of the fleet as they fired their missiles on the hulls of the ships. A bomber dropped its payload on the Kofi International Airport Tower which was approximately a mile from Shalim harbor, causing the airport tower to collapse onto the terminal. The staff for the naval hospital sprinting to it, after hearing of the news, were forced to also run from a barrage of bullets as the fighter jets fired upon the hospital. Those that were able to make it into the hospital were greeted by a doctor screaming “Help me cut them down!” a young man with a broken leg that was elevated quickly had what was holding it up cut. An older gentlman’s IV was quickly pulled out of his arm, a middle aged man had his elevated arm abruptly pulled down and thrown at his chest. “Incoming!” a young clerk yelled and the floor shook and some of the medicine fell off the shelves, breaking and the pills breaking as they fell onto the floor. Again the doctor yelled “Come on! Come on! Get them away from the windows!” The patients screaming in agony were thrown onto the tile floor, and their mattresses were thrown on top of them. Shortly thereafter two bombers dropped their payloads on the hospital parking lot, and the hospital as well. On the SIS Lanuza Frigate a Lieutenant let the captain know “Jahnu says the third deck is flooding from the right side!” right after that the deck exploded after being hit with a missile. The captain facing severe burns and nearly cut into two was on the floor greeting his dying breath as he tried to garner the attention of the closest person possible letting out his last orders; “Radio for air cover, initiate damage control, find commander Suharto he’s in charge now.” Back at the small seafood shack the staff could see men could be seen jumping from the flaming ships as they tried to evade death; however, the water would not prove to be a safer haven as the fire jets showed no hesitation to fire their bullets on the masses of men wading in the water. |
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