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Turokhan wrote:

Prince Sahjhan, taking up position on top of the gate house, looks out at the screaming horde of barbarians approaching rapidly like a tidal wave of men and machines. His objective was not on the gate or even the large horde at this point, but the machine gun placements that had been set up on the field below.

"Rifle squads to the walls!" He ordered as he took his .50 calibre rifle from an attendant. "We must relieve our rotary cannons of the fire from their machine gun placements!" Sahjhan called out again. "Fire a few rounds and move. To not be bogged down under fire."

Extending the bipods of his large heavy weapon, Sahjhan positioned himself on the battlement. He aligned the butt of the weapon to his shoulder and peered down the scope. He finds his target, a near machine gun nest made from the backs of three bison mechs. He finds the current gunner's position and fires. The large calibre bullet flies and tears through the metal of the mech's shields and strikes the gunner dead with a hole in place of where his chest once was.

On ground level, Prince Tuzniq's forces have formed together just inside the gate into a multi layered wall formation. The first ring around the gate is of thick metal interlocked shields. The second ring are spear and halberdier wielding soldiers who stand before the third ring of interlocked shields. At the head of the ring looking directly at the gate are riflemen with the weapons trained on the breach in the gate.

As the enemy began to make their way into through the gate, the first wave of the fool hardy were quickly shot down by the riflemen guns. Three rows of rifleman continued to fire in volleys at the opening of the gate to take down the invading horde.

The sheer number coming through the gate however became more than the rifleman could handle alone as Tsaire warriors pushed through their fallen into the square. Entering the square though left them in a tight encirclement from the shield walls of the formation. Over the top of the shield wall would come a long spear stabbed into the unsuspecting soldier. Another would fall much the same as they pushed in. Others would come too close to the shield wall. The wall would rise just enough for the poor barbarian to be hooked by the halberdiers, pulled to the ground, and dragged inside the wall formation. When the wall segment fell back down, the butchery would begin on the preyed upon soldier who was stabbed, slashed, and shot. Their corpse then being pulled under the next ring of the wall and thrown into a heap to the side.

The same would befall any mech that would push through and survived the volley of shots. It too would be hooked and dragged before being bludgeoned. The larger of the animal mechs that would be pulled under are pulled into the next ring further where heavy elite soldiers like Prince Tuzniq wielding his large battleaxe, brought the weapon down on the head of the machine; cleaving it in two. Tuzniq raises his battleaxe high in the air letting out a "Urah!" cal that is then chanted by his soldiers.

The bodies start to pile as they enter Prince Tuzniq's death gauntlet. The piles growing higher within the gate and forcing the entering enemy to climb their way over their fallen brethren.

When the messenger arrived from the front, Ghazan was not at all surprised to hear the report. The bloodshed and mounting losses of men attacking the maingate of Sochi. Ghazan knew too well that throwing their resources at the walls so haphazerdly would cost them. Their enemy was too smart and crafty.

With a heavy sigh Ghazan steeled himself as he approached his lord who was shoveling more food into his mouth. Bowing his head Ghazan began, "My lord, we are suffering heavy casualties at the gate. They've got a strong defense just the otherside the gate house. Their snipers on the battlements are freeing up their rotary cannons to fire on our men surrounding the gate." Ghazan pointedly reported to his oafish lord.

The khan turned from his meal mid chew, he swallowed hard on what was in his mouth and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, "As long as we've entered the city. We can always get more men."

The chill of Ghazan's rage ran up his spine at the comment. It took him biting the inside of his cheek from speaking his mind truly. He took a deep breath and continued, "The death toll is now 700 something and we still havent entered the city."

Hayder Khan spat out the wine he was in the middle of drinking when he heard Ghazan's words. "The gate is breached! 3,000 warriors are rushin it against the what? Maybe 500 to 600 hundred those Turoki scum have? Why ain't the city mine already!?" Hayder Khan angrily shouted in a fit of rage accidentally throwing the cart next to his throne over, spilling everything on it.

"We need a different plan. At this rate, the front line will be gone in no time." Ghazan suggested, trying to keep his cool.

Hayder heaved himself up from his seat and walked to the front of the platform to look out on the chaos of the field. He could see the warriors congregated on the gate, both the living and mounting dead. "We need another way in. Can't move to another gate. Would be too exposed." He thought out loud.

A sick smile crossed his face, "We make a way in." He turns to Ghazan, "We got diggers, ain't we?"

"Yes, m'lord." Ghazan answered thinking of the marmot and armadillo mechs that are primarily used for well digging, irrigation, minesweeping, and so on.

"We got some good explosives?" Hayder pressed.

Ghazan quickly connected the lines of Hayder thinking. He had to hand it to the flesh mountain, the idea was a good one for once. "Yes, my lord. Plenty."

"Send out the diggers, strap whatever explosives we got to 'em. Have them dig under the right wall. Then, when their in place, detonate the payload and the wall with crack and crumble. Then we'll send in everything else that we got left. The heavy troops." Hayder smiled wickedly, pleased with himself.

Ghazan nods, "That will do it. The force of the explosion will take out the wall and take out a great deal of their defenders. Along with em goes an entire flank of their rotary cannons."

"Get it done!" Hayder orders as he throws himself down again into his chair.

After a short time of organizing and preparing them, Ghazan finally ordered that the diggers be set loose. 50 of the cat and dog sized marmot and armadillo mechs make way across the battlefield with high grade explosives either strapped to them or placed directly inside their chassis.

Reaching across the field in short order they quickly begin their work and start burrowing down into the dirt below the wall.

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Tsaire wrote:

snippin here snippin there

Blood and oil dripped from Prince Tuzniq's hands and armor as he rested his great axe against the ground for a moment so as to catch his breath. The battle was going well and his shield wall was holding strong. Decimating the thinly armored barbarians and mechs forcing their way through the gate. Only a handful of his men had been lost do to a lucky few of the enemy who were quickly and brutally cut down.

Tuzniq looked up at the top of the gate house to see the back of Sahjhan having not yet moved from his perch as he hailed fire down on the horde outside. An attendant came and threw a bucket of water over Tuzniq's arms and upper body in the hope to wash away some of the mess. It worked some but some of the fluids had already solidified on him. With a shrug his picked his ax up again in time to swing it into the gut of a particularly large barbarian warrior thrown to him from the wall formation. Just as he pulled the axe from the dead man who fell to the ground in a heap, mech boar had been thrown his way which he cleaved nearly in half from the downswing of his axe.

On the gatehouse Prince Sahjhan and his riflemen were picking off the horde below and suppressing the gun placements out on the field. The power of the Prince's large sniper rifle and its tank piercing bullets made quick work of several gun nests. His rifleman, following his orders, would fire off several shots at their targets and then quickly move to another location to minimize being pinned down by machine gun fire. Sahjhan was pleased to see most of his men were still with him with only a few being taken. Their numbers were small, a mere 500 against the enemy; so every man counted.

Returning to look through his scope to find the next target, something catches his attention for a moment. He blinks his eyes to focus them and looks for the movement again. Its small but he finds it. A small critter scurrying across the field. A small animal. An odd thing to find on an active battlefield. He examines it for longer and notices that its an armadillo. Totally befuddled by the fact that a non native creature to the continent was here, it soon dawned on Sahjhan that it truly did not belong here. He soon found it to be mechanical creature.

Not trusting of the machine, especially being something from the Tsaire, he decides to put a bullet into it. He is caught by total surprise when he fires his weapon and the small thing erupts into a rather large explosion. Sahjhan's eyes widen in concern and fear as to what plot the barbarians had up their sleeves now.

Sahjhan surveys the field quickly and sees another few of similar small scurying robotic rodents making their way for the wall. "Shoot them! Forget the nests and the horde! Shoot those rodents!" Sahjhan shouts his orders to his men. The teams turn their attention to scanning the field and popping off rounds into the small machines that result in explosions on the field.

The Prince notices that the machines are moving in the same direction toward the same wall. "Be ready to grab my legs and hold me in place." Sahjhan orders several of his men standing near him. Confused, they are caught off guard when the Prince leans through and over the battlements with his rifle in hand. His men quickly grab his legs and hold onto him for dear life.

Hanging outside the wall, Sahjhan brings the scope to his eye and follows the direction that a few of the small explosive things were heading towards. It seems clear until he observes one run up against the wall and down into a small tunnel Sahjhan had barely seen. Adjusting his scope for a wider view, he takes no head to the spray of bullets that just miss his form and pepper the wall.

With a wider view he notices several dozen such tunnels that seem to go down and under the wall. His eyes widen with horror at the realization of what he has just found. "Pull me in!" He orders his men who quickly begin to pull in their Prince.

Once standing inside the battlement again Sahjhan throws his gun to one of the men and runs to the end of the gatehouse and calls out to the wall. "Away from the wall! Away..." But he is too late when he feels the concussive shock wave under the earth and watches as the ancient bricks of the wall rise up before him.

Rock, dirt, metal, flesh, and flame burst upwards into the air in a horrific explosion. Sahjhan is sent flying back into soldiers behind do to force of the blast who fall backwards just the same. The fierce force of the blast quakes the earth and forces most in the surrounding area to the ground. Rock and stone begin to fall back down to earth from the force of the explosion, pelting and even crushing unsuspecting soldiers still daized from the sudden attack. Coming down along with the debris are even the remains of men caught close to the explosion who fall to their death if the shock of the explosion had not already ended them.

Tuzniq and his shield wall formation, some 1000 feet away, are knocked back by the force of the shock wave; disrupting the wall. He and his men receive only a moments reprieve before the horde just outside the wall are forcing their way into and further disrupting the formation, leading to hand to hand combat. The Tuzniq's wall is now broken as well as he takes up his axe to charge into the frey.

Sahjhan struggles for a moment before he can breath in air again. The force of the explosion, which he faced, knocked the air from his lungs. Breathing haggardly he pulls off his helmet and finds the face protector cracked and his nose bleeding. He looks up to see the dust starting to settle from the explosion. Finding a craterous ruin where there was once a strong wall. And very few of his soldiers and rotary cannons where they once were.

J. Edgar Hoover F.B.I Building

Director Jacobs entered the conference room where the waiting department heads had gathered. As he entered the room, each of the department heads stood and saluted. "As you were." Jacobs said, setting his padfolio down on the table before taking his seat at the head of the table.

"As you are all aware, there has been a rise in aggression from blacks and other minority degenerates. High command wants this nipped in the bud before it becomes a problem. I need suggestions to take to them, so let's see what you've got."

Edward Riker, the chief intelligence officer was the first to speak up, "My men are working on creating a network of camera and microphone systems around the States that will allow us near unfettered access to be able to watch and hear every citizen. That being said, cameras are no substitute for on the ground intelligence. We need more money to put more men out in the field so they can track, follow and infiltrate these people, groups or cells.

Before Director Jacobs could reply, the head of international relations, Charles Mansion, interjected with a slight chuckle, "We can't be wasting our time or our money chasing around small fish. The simple fact is that these animals are being influenced by outside propaganda that's pushed by other nations that would seek to destroy us from the inside out. What you should tell the president is that he's been too soft on our enemies. Minister Vernin has been a strong proponent of showing the rest of the world that we are not going to be their punching bag as they wait with knives in hand to take us down at the first scent of blood."

"I'm fully aware of the minister's position on the matter and while I share his views, as well as your own, the president seems to have different plans for the time being." Jacobs voice was neutral but the other men could tell he was annoyed by the current state of affairs.

"The president would be wise to listen to his advisors before he gets himself on the wrong side of the people. We promised the people that American might would never be be challenged and that we would create a new reich, a new empire that span the globe. Yet we haven't expanded our borders since President McCall invaded Canada." Charles said.

Jacobs shot him a glare, "President Marconi may have a different leadership style than McCall did but he is still your president and I'd suggest you watch your tone. Being accused of treason is a situation you will never recover from." Director Jacobs replied. He glanced at the two other men in the room who hadn't spoken yet; Frank Collingwood, the head of the cyber security division and Mark Sandford, the head of legal management. "Mark, What are your thoughts?" The director asked.

"Well, installing cameras everywhere might be a good idea in theory and on paper but if we are caught doing that, it might make people uncomfortable. The courts will be on our side, for sure. That's not the issue. The issue is people feeling disenfranchised at the court's decision may start to sympathize with black rebels."

Just then, the door to the conference room swung open and the director's secretary walked in. She immediately went right to him and whispered something into his ear, causing a look of shock in his face. He nodded slightly before waving her off. After she left the room, Jacobs stood and said, in a slightly cracked voice; "President Marconi has suffered a heart attack. He's dead." The air in the room shifted as the shock set in. "We'll need to control the story. Frank I want your people scrubbing the internet of any and all mention of this. If anything has leaked, dismiss it as nothing more than anti-america propaganda and then find the leakers. Charles, we will need to quietly reach out to our allies to let them know of the change in leadership. Vice President Bannon will now be assuming control until congress names a legitimate successor. I want you to coordinate with Minister Vernin. Let's get to work."

With that, all men sprung from their seats and left the conference room.

Turokhan wrote:

snippity snippin snip

The settling of the dust over the field showed the sacrifice of the diggers in their mission was a resounding success. The warriors of the horde cheered resoundingly when they laid their eyes on the rubble that had become the wall.

When the dust cleared, the work of the digger mechs showed to be a great success. The warriors of the horde cheered when they saw the rubble that was the wall.

Hayder Khan cheered to with a jump and fist bump to the air. When he came down it caused the whole platform to shutter and jerk. "It worked! They're f**king dead now!" He cheered happily. "Send in the rest! March em all in! Kill every single one of those bastards!"

Ghazan stepped forward, "M'lord I don't think it be the best of ideas to send in everything else." He tried to put forward.

Hayder snorted and laid a sneer on Ghazan, "Getn old and weak Ghazan? Fine! Everything can head in, except for Ghazan and his men. They get non of the loot and booty from the city!" He announced loudly for everyone to hear.

"M'lord, that is not my intention. I was just saying it is better not to risk your whole army all at once and..." Ghazan tried to press again after hearing his own men grumble around him.

"Shut it! I won't listen to you and your pussyfootn around. You and your boys can sit here and rot and go without pay as the rest of these hard fightn men earn their keep!" Hayder spat with contempt for his general.

Hayder turned his back on Ghazan, "Everything else head in! I want to see it in ashes!"

Ghazan sighed heavily, turning his mech mount away from Hayders platform to return to his camp site. As he and his personal guard began to trot away he could hear Hayder send out another order, "Bring me those Turoki princes here alive! Kickn and screamn, mostly in one piece! Imma have some fun with what I got planned for em."

The remainder of Hayder Khans camp comes to life and starts to move together. The remaining 3,000 of the horde's warriors start their march toward the city walls. The heavy troops of Hayder horde, the warriors are much more heavily armored and armed. The mech units are more fearsome mechs such as rhinos, tigers, lions, direwolves, and bears.

As for the remaining few thousand at the gate of Sochi, they split their formation with half making way for the gaping hole in the Turoks defenses. Swift to climb the remains of the walls with their mechs to pounce on the dazed defenders.

In the Sheng territory of Grand Panama, Ngai Tron, representing the Tokoran Ministry of Defense, waits at the lounge of a beachside hotel for his contacts from the American resistance.

A member of his security team aks "Do we even know what kind of people we're looking for? It's not as if the reich has a shortage of enemies."

"They are most likely to be either black or hispanic, that should make finding our contact easier.

After taking a look around the room, the agent replies "I think you just described half the country."

"We'll know when they're here."

"Do we have a guarantee that this isn't a trap by the reich? We're supporting revolutionary groups around the world, the reich as a interest in countering our work."

"Which is why I have you incase of a firefight."

The men continue to sit and drink to the sino-latin music as they wait for their contact to arrive.

Tsaire wrote:

The settling of the dust over the field showed the sacrifice of the diggers in their mission was a resounding success. The warriors of the horde cheered resoundingly when they laid their eyes on the rubble that had become the wall.

When the dust cleared, the work of the digger mechs showed to be a great success. The warriors of the horde cheered when they saw the rubble that was the wall.

Hayder Khan cheered to with a jump and fist bump to the air. When he came down it caused the whole platform to shutter and jerk. "It worked! They're f**king dead now!" He cheered happily. "Send in the rest! March em all in! Kill every single one of those bastards!"

Ghazan stepped forward, "M'lord I don't think it be the best of ideas to send in everything else." He tried to put forward.

Hayder snorted and laid a sneer on Ghazan, "Getn old and weak Ghazan? Fine! Everything can head in, except for Ghazan and his men. They get non of the loot and booty from the city!" He announced loudly for everyone to hear.

"M'lord, that is not my intention. I was just saying it is better not to risk your whole army all at once and..." Ghazan tried to press again after hearing his own men grumble around him.

"Shut it! I won't listen to you and your pussyfootn around. You and your boys can sit here and rot and go without pay as the rest of these hard fightn men earn their keep!" Hayder spat with contempt for his general.

Hayder turned his back on Ghazan, "Everything else head in! I want to see it in ashes!"

Ghazan sighed heavily, turning his mech mount away from Hayders platform to return to his camp site. As he and his personal guard began to trot away he could hear Hayder send out another order, "Bring me those Turoki princes here alive! Kickn and screamn, mostly in one piece! Imma have some fun with what I got planned for em."

The remainder of Hayder Khans camp comes to life and starts to move together. The remaining 3,000 of the horde's warriors start their march toward the city walls. The heavy troops of Hayder horde, the warriors are much more heavily armored and armed. The mech units are more fearsome mechs such as rhinos, tigers, lions, direwolves, and bears.

As for the remaining few thousand at the gate of Sochi, they split their formation with half making way for the gaping hole in the Turoks defenses. Swift to climb the remains of the walls with their mechs to pounce on the dazed defenders.

Sahjhan staggered to his feet and dragged himself forward to look over the ruin that was once a piece of wall. He searched about the rubble and through the dust but he could not find any of his soldiers that had once occupied the spot on the wall. Looking further down the wall the other soldiers were also pulling themselves up slowly from the shockwave.

Turning to his lieutenant Sahjhan gives his order, "Sound the horn. Bring all the reserve to this wall!" He finishes while wiping the blood from his nose. "Gunners on the walls stay in their position and continue providing support."

The ruckus from the otherside of the wall draws Sahjhan's attention to the charging mass of screaming Tsaire warriors making for the gaping hole in the defenses. Sahjhan sighs heavily and rolls his shoulders before seizing a rifle. He dashes out of the battered gatehouse and onto the walls. He runs along the wall to where it ends and becomes rubble.

Some of the fastest of the Tsaire animal mechs have reached the wall and started scaling it with the warriors not too far away. Sahjhan immediately shoulders the rifle and pears down the sight and opens fire on the mechs. Primarily aiming his shots for their heads and joint spots. He is joined shortly by 3 more of his riflemen and by another 3 on the other side of the divide that follow suit in trying to pickoff the climbing mechanisms.

As Sahjhan and his riflemen try to hold off the first wave of incomers, the remaining reserve of Sahjhan's infantry move on the wall. The first line of soldiers draw their melee weapons while the second and third rows have their firearms drawn and trained on the rubble top.

Meanwhile, Tuzniq continues to battle in the melee brawl that has taken over the main square of the breached gate. The square is chaos with soldiers fighting with whatever they have at their disposal; hand to hand combat, small arms, and rifles. Turokis grappled with Tsaire man and mech alike. Tuzniq's battleaxe never stopped swinging as he used it's momentum to keep it in motion and decimating whoever found themselves in the path of his weapon.

"Push them back to the gate! Fight together! Fight as one!" He ordered as he advanced forward toward the gate swinging his axe.

The axe continued to swing with ease, cutting through flesh and machine with relative ease. That was until the axe came to a very abrupt stop. Tuzniq found his axe buried into the side of a rather large mech bison. When it snorted at him and he found that he could not dislodge his axe, Tuzniq sneered and kicked the beast in the head before rolling away. He pulled a pair of pistols from their holsters under his arms and began laying into the beasts head with a flurry of bullets while it thrashed around.

Tokora wrote:

In the Sheng territory of Grand Panama, Ngai Tron, representing the Tokoran Ministry of Defense, waits at the lounge of a beachside hotel for his contacts from the American resistance.

A member of his security team aks "Do we even know what kind of people we're looking for? It's not as if the reich has a shortage of enemies."

"They are most likely to be either black or hispanic, that should make finding our contact easier.

After taking a look around the room, the agent replies "I think you just described half the country."

"We'll know when they're here."

"Do we have a guarantee that this isn't a trap by the reich? We're supporting revolutionary groups around the world, the reich as a interest in countering our work."

"Which is why I have you incase of a firefight."

The men continue to sit and drink to the sino-latin music as they wait for their contact to arrive.

Marcus and three others, Lilian, Devon and Brody, had all been selected to meet with the Tokoran representatives. They made their way to the hotel in an unassuming car. "I'm not sure how I feel about this. I don't want to be trading one master for another." Lilian said, taking her eyes off the road for a second to look at Marcus who sat beside her in the passenger seat.

"Don't worry. I doubt the Tokorans have any interest in trying to maintain an American occupation. They have no love for the party and just want to help us tear those mother f'ers down."

"I just hope we can trust these guys." Brody offered from the back seat, causing Marcus to turn around and give him a small smile as he held up his pistol. "Well, if we can't then that's what these are for."

The four of them laughed and spent most of the rest of the ride in silence. After only about 20 minutes, the car pulled into the hotel parking lot. The group entered the building and made their way to the meeting spot.

"Hello, I'm Marcus. I represent the resistance movement in America. These are my associates, Devon, Lilian and Brody."

The nazi reich of america wrote:

Marcus and three others, Lilian, Devon and Brody, had all been selected to meet with the Tokoran representatives. They made their way to the hotel in an unassuming car. "I'm not sure how I feel about this. I don't want to be trading one master for another." Lilian said, taking her eyes off the road for a second to look at Marcus who sat beside her in the passenger seat.

"Don't worry. I doubt the Tokorans have any interest in trying to maintain an American occupation. They have no love for the party and just want to help us tear those mother f'ers down."

"I just hope we can trust these guys." Brody offered from the back seat, causing Marcus to turn around and give him a small smile as he held up his pistol. "Well, if we can't then that's what these are for."

The four of them laughed and spent most of the rest of the ride in silence. After only about 20 minutes, the car pulled into the hotel parking lot. The group entered the building and made their way to the meeting spot.

"Hello, I'm Marcus. I represent the resistance movement in America. These are my associates, Devon, Lilian and Brody."

Ngai stood up for a moment to shake hands while saying "Ngai Tron. Also, why don't you speak a little louder, I don't think Tojo's ghost heard you as clearly as the living."

He sat back down before continuing "Honestly though, you really should be more careful of what you say out public. The Chinese are among the more liberal empires but they're still an empire nonetheless. The men who wear red shirts are always the first to be detained. How has your group lasted this long?"

Tokora wrote:

Ngai stood up for a moment to shake hands while saying "Ngai Tron. Also, why don't you speak a little louder, I don't think Tojo's ghost heard you as clearly as the living."

He sat back down before continuing "Honestly though, you really should be more careful of what you say out public. The Chinese are among the more liberal empires but they're still an empire nonetheless. The men who wear red shirts are always the first to be detained. How has your group lasted this long?"

"The President's reach is far but I'm fairly sure he won't reach us here. As for the Chinese, well. We make a living out of slipping though authoritarian fingers. Theirs are no different." Lilian offered with a bite in her tone. Marcus raised his hand softly, gesturing for her to back off.

"Let's be civil here. We are all friends after all." He said, looking around the room, offering a friendly smile.

The nazi reich of america wrote:

"The President's reach is far but I'm fairly sure he won't reach us here. As for the Chinese, well. We make a living out of slipping though authoritarian fingers. Theirs are no different." Lilian offered with a bite in her tone. Marcus raised his hand softly, gesturing for her to back off.

"Let's be civil here. We are all friends after all." He said, looking around the room, offering a friendly smile.

Ngai gave a small nod before tossing a case onto the table. He pulls out an assault rifle then says "IWI ACE 32. Tokoran made. Tell us how many you need and we'll smuggle in as many as possible. We'll worry about payment only if you succeed."

He places the gun into Marcus' arms so that he may examine it himself.

Turokhan wrote:

Sahjhan staggered to his feet and dragged himself forward to look over the ruin that was once a piece of wall. He searched about the rubble and through the dust but he could not find any of his soldiers that had once occupied the spot on the wall. Looking further down the wall the other soldiers were also pulling themselves up slowly from the shockwave.

Turning to his lieutenant Sahjhan gives his order, "Sound the horn. Bring all the reserve to this wall!" He finishes while wiping the blood from his nose. "Gunners on the walls stay in their position and continue providing support."

The ruckus from the otherside of the wall draws Sahjhan's attention to the charging mass of screaming Tsaire warriors making for the gaping hole in the defenses. Sahjhan sighs heavily and rolls his shoulders before seizing a rifle. He dashes out of the battered gatehouse and onto the walls. He runs along the wall to where it ends and becomes rubble.

Some of the fastest of the Tsaire animal mechs have reached the wall and started scaling it with the warriors not too far away. Sahjhan immediately shoulders the rifle and pears down the sight and opens fire on the mechs. Primarily aiming his shots for their heads and joint spots. He is joined shortly by 3 more of his riflemen and by another 3 on the other side of the divide that follow suit in trying to pickoff the climbing mechanisms.

As Sahjhan and his riflemen try to hold off the first wave of incomers, the remaining reserve of Sahjhan's infantry move on the wall. The first line of soldiers draw their melee weapons while the second and third rows have their firearms drawn and trained on the rubble top.

Meanwhile, Tuzniq continues to battle in the melee brawl that has taken over the main square of the breached gate. The square is chaos with soldiers fighting with whatever they have at their disposal; hand to hand combat, small arms, and rifles. Turokis grappled with Tsaire man and mech alike. Tuzniq's battleaxe never stopped swinging as he used it's momentum to keep it in motion and decimating whoever found themselves in the path of his weapon.

"Push them back to the gate! Fight together! Fight as one!" He ordered as he advanced forward toward the gate swinging his axe.

The axe continued to swing with ease, cutting through flesh and machine with relative ease. That was until the axe came to a very abrupt stop. Tuzniq found his axe buried into the side of a rather large mech bison. When it snorted at him and he found that he could not dislodge his axe, Tuzniq sneered and kicked the beast in the head before rolling away. He pulled a pair of pistols from their holsters under his arms and began laying into the beasts head with a flurry of bullets while it thrashed around.

As the Turoki Prince battled the mech bison bull, a second strode into the square even larger than the first. Astride the mechanized bison bull, surveying the battle around him, sits Burunduk, son of Hayder Khan. Very tall and stocky, he seems to proportionally match his oversized mech bison bull. His face is scared with the most prominent running up the side of his face into his closely shaved head.

Burunduk's hears the stream of pops from gunfire and looks to see the Turoki Prince fighting the first bull. He smiles crookedly taking in the large stature of foreign commander. "Migh' be worth a try." He says to himself. Kicking the sides of the bison he rides, it moves towards the exchange.

When the bull that Tuzniq is fighting finally collapses with its face riddled with bullet holes, Burunduk jumps from the back of his bison and starts to clap his large hands together. "Nice show. Ya got some balls to ya if ya taken on a bull by yoself."

Burunduk looks at the man's armor and sees the bear motiff. "Ya must be the Bear of Ushba. I heard of ya. Y'all was fightn that Tamar fella year or so back." Pulling it from the his bison mounts back, Burunduk brandishes a dadao style sword. "I was getn bored of all this, but i heard it was you out here. So I'm hopn you can keep me entertained." He grinned as he took the sword by both hands and stood ready to charge forward. "Toss 'em pea shooters and get ya axe!"

As Burundak postured against Tuzniq at the gate, the new hole in the wall that the diggers had made is now being swarmed with screaming Tsaire warriors and their mechs. The first to reach the wall are wild dog and hyena mechs along with a few cheetah groups that start climbing up the rubble. They are followed by hundreds of men, most of who start climbing the rubble behind the mechs while others find some sort of cover and start returning fire to the Turoki snipers on the top of the walls. Even though the snipers are picking men off, just too many are now swarming over the remains of the defensive wall. They push their way to the top. Once there they start firing their rifles where they can, either at the snipers on the battlements or down at the enemy infantry surrounding the breach in the wall.

Sheng China wrote:

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“Little lord is a cute name also seems befitting of a dog that is owned by the crowned prince.” Owens would sip on his tea. “I’m not much of a dog person I prefer the company of cats specifically the Seal Point Siamese breed. I can always remember having a cat even at a very young age.”

Admiral Jaden would look at the Prince “I have a Schnauzer, his name is admiral, you can decide why he is named that.”

Owens would clear his voice “Well I was born in the state of Turian, officially named the Devoted Empire of Turian. I was born to a Janett and Christian Owens. My father was a career military man, he served in the Army as a committed officer for 39 years, he retired at the rank of General and preceded to join the Ablyan Senate to head the Permanent Committee on National Defence. After 12 years of Primary School, I attended the Turian Army War College and managed to get an Officer Commission. After two years I decided that the army was not my thing so I managed to get a Transfer into the Navy. It was around this time I met I reunited with Jaden in the Home Fleet. Then… the 2nd Civil War happened. I was granted a field promotion to Captian and made Jaden my Number one. I participated in two engagements as the Navy was not that important for a battle that consisted mainly of land battles, but I did provide air support and suppressing the fire with our harpoon missiles. Many years after I soon obtained that rank of Admiral of the Navy. It’s a speciality rank now reserved for the Admiral on the Joint Chief of Staff. I soon retired and joined the Ablyan Senate in 2006. And as you probably know I was elected by the people and appointed as the President in 2016.”

Jaden smiled, “Well, my old friend pretty much discussed the majority of our time together. Let’s see… about me… I and my Family emigrated from Europ to find a better place to live. After Primary School I attended the Terra Alt Naval Academy and found myself a commission onboard an old frigate as a munitions officer. I served as a commander under President Owens during the 2nd Civil War. Then the Brazil conflict happened and I was promoted to Vice-Admiral to lead our combat forces at sea.”

Tokora wrote:

Ngai gave a small nod before tossing a case onto the table. He pulls out an assault rifle then says "IWI ACE 32. Tokoran made. Tell us how many you need and we'll smuggle in as many as possible. We'll worry about payment only if you succeed."

He places the gun into Marcus' arms so that he may examine it himself.

Marcus held the rifle in his hands, moving it and inspecting it as one would a piece of art. "We'll take a couple thousand. 2 or 3. And I believe you meant to say 'when' we win."

Merry Christmas from our region to yours!

**Sends a large tray of homemade Christmas cookies**

The nazi reich of america wrote:

Marcus held the rifle in his hands, moving it and inspecting it as one would a piece of art. "We'll take a couple thousand. 2 or 3. And I believe you meant to say 'when' we win."

"I do not mean to doubt, but many nations see aid as nothing more than a business deal that needs to profit. I need to make it clear that we are not your partner, we are your ally. We'll smuggle in as many as we can. Good luck comrade."

Ngai gives a small nod as he gets up and leaves with his team.

greetings

Today we open the embassy in this respected region. We believe diplomacy is a bond of unity and friendship. Welcome

Happy Holidays to Everyone!

Royal city of sao paulo wrote:

greetings

Today we open the embassy in this respected region. We believe diplomacy is a bond of unity and friendship. Welcome

We welcome your embassy and look forward our future friendship!

Gypsy Lands wrote:

Merry Christmas from our region to yours!

**Sends a large tray of homemade Christmas cookies**

Happy Holidays!~~

The democratic states of ablya wrote:

“Little lord is a cute name also seems befitting of a dog that is owned by the crowned prince.” Owens would sip on his tea. “I’m not much of a dog person I prefer the company of cats specifically the Seal Point Siamese breed. I can always remember having a cat even at a very young age.”

Admiral Jaden would look at the Prince “I have a Schnauzer, his name is admiral, you can decide why he is named that.”

Owens would clear his voice “Well I was born in the state of Turian, officially named the Devoted Empire of Turian. I was born to a Janett and Christian Owens. My father was a career military man, he served in the Army as a committed officer for 39 years, he retired at the rank of General and preceded to join the Ablyan Senate to head the Permanent Committee on National Defence. After 12 years of Primary School, I attended the Turian Army War College and managed to get an Officer Commission. After two years I decided that the army was not my thing so I managed to get a Transfer into the Navy. It was around this time I met I reunited with Jaden in the Home Fleet. Then… the 2nd Civil War happened. I was granted a field promotion to Captian and made Jaden my Number one. I participated in two engagements as the Navy was not that important for a battle that consisted mainly of land battles, but I did provide air support and suppressing the fire with our harpoon missiles. Many years after I soon obtained that rank of Admiral of the Navy. It’s a speciality rank now reserved for the Admiral on the Joint Chief of Staff. I soon retired and joined the Ablyan Senate in 2006. And as you probably know I was elected by the people and appointed as the President in 2016.”

Jaden smiled, “Well, my old friend pretty much discussed the majority of our time together. Let’s see… about me… I and my Family emigrated from Europ to find a better place to live. After Primary School I attended the Terra Alt Naval Academy and found myself a commission onboard an old frigate as a munitions officer. I served as a commander under President Owens during the 2nd Civil War. Then the Brazil conflict happened and I was promoted to Vice-Admiral to lead our combat forces at sea.”

"Respectably distinguished careers for both of you. Though I would not expect much less for the leaders of Ablya." Wei comments with a smile after drinking from his warm red wine. "That has always been the cornerstone to the administration of the Sheng Empire and why our dynasty has lasted for so very long. Our entire system is built on meritocracy. The deeds, acumen, and successes of your life is what advances you. Not just money or blood. Though those two still have a tendency to muddy the process sometimes." He admits begrudgingly. Wei drinks from his wine again until it is empty and he places it down onto the table. When Jian goes to fill it, Wei waves his hand to decline.

"I however care little for that. Guo Jian here, my right hand and companion, though of a rather small cadet branch of an already lower rung noble clan is of immense intelligence and aptitude." Wei says sending an affectionate smile to Jian who winks to Wei over his own cup of wine. "It is he as an impeccable person, filled with kindness and wisdom matched to his capabilities to exceed at whatever he puts his mind to, that draws me to him and keeps him close."

Wei looks at Wei, Luban, and the his secretary Lei Bin who has just approached the gathering. "Much like the others who I gather in my court. I give little regard for station, origin, and status. The capable and strong are who I want. I employ from commoners to the highest station of nobility, pure blooded Han Chinese to Choson and Indians. It is what is in there minds and hearts that I care for. I think I've done well in my endeavor." Luban and Guo Jian raise their cups to salute the Prince, while Lei Bin bows his head and remains standing just off to the side, ready to be called on when needed.

Jian finishes his cup and begins to fill it again. He moves to offer one to Lei Bin who bows his head several times while waving Jian off. Jian chuckles warmly before turning back to speak to Owens. "My Prince sports a very diverse court. A practice which he hopes will bring about greater unity throughout the Empire and stand as an example for the world itself. Something I think you yourselves and the Ablyan nation can appreciate, I assume? Especially considering the past that your nation comes from." He poses to both Owens and Jaden.

Munching away on the snack foods laid out before them, Sun Luban listens intently to the conversations going on around her. Despite being the Grand Prince's brilliant chamberlain she did not much care for talk of politics and history, she much preferred the current more personal conversations. When a lull in the talking had presented itself, Sun Luban swallowed her mouthful and finally spoke up. "What are your favorite foods? I don;t know anything about the cuisine that occurs in South America much less what you Ablyan eat. I've heard rumor that in the mountains of South America there are those that eat Guinea Pigs? Do you eat them?"

Sheng Ambassadorial Palace in Argent

"I hear and obey the infallible command of the august court of her Grand Imperial Majesty." Sheng Zixin spoke, as he bowed on his knees to the video of the High Chancellor and the Imperial Court displayed on the screen. "Long live the Grand Empress, long live the Great Sheng." He recited the Chinese salute forcefully. The High Chancellor bowed his head and the video was cut.

After the video cut to black, Sheng Zixin remained on his knees for a few moments. He let out a heavy sigh as he rose to his feet; careful of his long black and red robes. Once to his feet, he surveyed the large and richly decorated office. Next to him is a ornately decorated blue and white vase filled with pink Chinese roses. Chinese roses of course are the favorite of the Empress, Zixin thinks as he caresses the petals. He is then quick to seize the vase by its neck and throw it across the room with a snarl. It hits the wall and explodes in shards of porcelain, scattered flowers, and splashed water. Letting out another yell, Zixin picks up the small table the vase had been sitting on and throws it too. Smashing against another wall.

The tirade lasts several minutes before Zixin collapses to the ground with his back against his large wooden desk. He looks over the now disheveled and wrecked office. Most of the furniture overturned, vases and pictures smashed in pieces on the ground, walls scrolls torn and splintered. He pulls his knee up and rests his arm against it letting the bangles on his wrist clink together. With the same raised hand he would rub at his forehead trying to sooth the headache that blossomed there.

The momentary quiet of the room is broken as Zhensu, Zixin's secretary, enters the room. She too surveys the wreckage of the room and sighs softly pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She tiptoes through the broken pieces of furnitures and decorations towards Zixin. Arriving to stands at his side, she offers him a glass of chilled water which he gently accepts with his other hand.

"Denied...again." Zixin heavily sighs, speaking aloud but not necessarily to Zhensu who remains quiet as she picks up a broom and begins to sweep a path towards the door. "5 years I have been denied reprieve. I've been in exile for 15 years now." He takes a few gulps of the cold water before he rests it on the floor and stands to his feet. Zixin moves to smooth his silk robe, but finds that its now torn and pulled in several places. He sighs and drops his hands giving up.

"I am a Prince in title only. It earns me only the courtesy of the courts time and to not have them immediately hang up on me." Zixin notes as he walks around his desk. Looking down he finds a picture on the floor. Picking it up he recognizes his mother, sister, and childish reflection of himself. "I can't even convince them to allow my mother to be buried in her hometown, much less ask to be reprieved of my exile." He places the framed photo back on his desk and lowers himself into the desk chair that was spared the tornado of his angry outburst.

Zhensu continues to sweep a path. Picking up the remains of a broken chair and setting it gently to the side so as to not make too much noise. "Punished for the 'sins' of my father. Damn them. Damn them all." Zixin curses. At those words Zhensu's head snaps up to look towards the door and make sure that there are no eavesdroppers. Sure that there are none she continues with her work.

"I schmooze, I bribe, and I threaten. I even work! Which is more than most of the royal clan can claim. What more do I need?" He forlornly asks. "Zhensu, my loyal council. Tell me. What am I doing wrong?" Zixin asks, dangerously close to begging and pleading.

Zhensu continues with her sweeping for a another moment without replying, until she is satisfied that there is a clear enough path for her lord to walk through to exit eventually. Leaning the broom against the wall, she adjusts her glasses and clasps her hands together in front of her. "What my lord is doing is not incorrect. All of your doings are the right actions. However, it is the scale and power behind them that is lacking."

Zixin tilts his head to the side, indicating his interest in her words. "Go on."

The secretary bows her head, "My lord is the ruler of Aden. While a good city that he has made into a thriving commercial and tourist center under his administration it is still but a city. A city state among the vastness of the entire Empire."

"Your lordship has amassed a respectable fortune through his management of business and growth of Aden. A drop however in comparison to the vast wealth of the Empire."

"My lord is also the respectable ambassador for the Empire in the diplomatic mission in the Argentian Empire. However, the role is but formality as her Grand Imperial Majesty or the High Chancellor most often has direct dealing with the Emperor of Argent."

Zixin, who was now supporting his chin on the back of his hand as he listened to Zhensu, chuckles and nods his head, "I understand what you are saying. I am how the more crass would say 'small beans' in the runnings of Great Sheng."

Zhensu nods her head in agreement. "For my lord to be taken more seriously and get what he desires, he must..."

"I must be taken as a serious player in the game." Zixin interrupts Zhensu he bows her head. "I get it, but I am confined to the boundaries of Aden and my ambassadorial role in the Argentian capital. How does one expand when one is walled in?"

"Walls can be overcome...or undermined. A wall is only a deterrent after all. Find a weak point. An exploitable advantage. The wall becomes pointless." Zhensu explains while placing the globe that Zixin had on his desk back in its proper place from the floor. "Smugglers and the like find drainage systems or unmanned doors. A general finds a crack or an abandoned gate or disgruntled/dissatisfied officer. Find and exploit and by the time it is realized, you are already well beyond the confines of the wall. Such things as these, my lord, will allow you to expand your power and wealth to influence the empire and maybe even the world itself." She finishes by spinning the globe she had placed.

Zixin nods along with a smile. When Zhensu finishes he chuckles deep in his chest. "You would have made an impressive officer in the Imperial army, Zhensu. To think you gave that up to be in administration."

Zhensu bows her head but remains silent and stone like. Zixin rubs his chin in thought as he watches the globe on his desk slow to stop. His eyes land on Argent in eastern Europe. From there his eyes travel down the Mediterranean and Red Sea to end of the Arabian Peninsula where Aden sits. It's not a far jump to see across the Red Sea where the African continent resides. Zixin hums in his throat deep in thought not even noticing as the cleaning crew enters the office.

Zixin rises from his chair, causing all the others in the room to bow their heads. "Zhensu, I think it's time I have a chat with the Emperor of Argent. It has been some time since I have received an actual report on their doings with my beloved aunts vast generosity." He walks through the path that Zhensu had cleared for him and heads out the door way. "I'd also like to see how in any way possible I can be of assistance to him."

Bowing her head as Zixin exits the room, Zhensu rises and looks over the state of the room. She then snaps her fingers and the cleners are quick to start cleaning immedieatly to return the office into some semblance of order. She gives a firm nod and turns her attention to her datapad preparing to set up meeting between Prince Zixin and the Emperor of Argent

Merry Christmas Asiana!

And a happy New Year!

Happy New Year my lovelies!~

Tsaire wrote:

As the Turoki Prince battled the mech bison bull, a second strode into the square even larger than the first. Astride the mechanized bison bull, surveying the battle around him, sits Burunduk, son of Hayder Khan. Very tall and stocky, he seems to proportionally match his oversized mech bison bull. His face is scared with the most prominent running up the side of his face into his closely shaved head.

Burunduk's hears the stream of pops from gunfire and looks to see the Turoki Prince fighting the first bull. He smiles crookedly taking in the large stature of foreign commander. "Migh' be worth a try." He says to himself. Kicking the sides of the bison he rides, it moves towards the exchange.

When the bull that Tuzniq is fighting finally collapses with its face riddled with bullet holes, Burunduk jumps from the back of his bison and starts to clap his large hands together. "Nice show. Ya got some balls to ya if ya taken on a bull by yoself."

Burunduk looks at the man's armor and sees the bear motiff. "Ya must be the Bear of Ushba. I heard of ya. Y'all was fightn that Tamar fella year or so back." Pulling it from the his bison mounts back, Burunduk brandishes a dadao style sword. "I was getn bored of all this, but i heard it was you out here. So I'm hopn you can keep me entertained." He grinned as he took the sword by both hands and stood ready to charge forward. "Toss 'em pea shooters and get ya axe!"

As Burundak postured against Tuzniq at the gate, the new hole in the wall that the diggers had made is now being swarmed with screaming Tsaire warriors and their mechs. The first to reach the wall are wild dog and hyena mechs along with a few cheetah groups that start climbing up the rubble. They are followed by hundreds of men, most of who start climbing the rubble behind the mechs while others find some sort of cover and start returning fire to the Turoki snipers on the top of the walls. Even though the snipers are picking men off, just too many are now swarming over the remains of the defensive wall. They push their way to the top. Once there they start firing their rifles where they can, either at the snipers on the battlements or down at the enemy infantry surrounding the breach in the wall.

With the bison mecha down for the count after unloading most of his rounds into its head, Tuzniq holsters the pistols. He goes to pull on his axe but finds it still firmly planted into the metal of the great mechanical beast that he had slain. Going to pull on it again, Tuzniq is interrupted by the approach and boisterous challenge from the impudent new comer.

Tuzniq eyes the the challenger up and down. He scoffs before letting out an annoyed sigh. Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, Tuzniq limbers himself. The pistols stay right in their holsters; being low on bullets Tuzniq wishes to save them only when needed. Rather he pulls a falchion strapped to his back out as well as his khanjali dagger from his waist.

"I'll start with these. Don't want to waste too much energy on some sinfully ugly thing like you." Tuzniq twirled the blades in his hands and dropped himself into a crouch stance preparing to take on the aggressor and his large sword. "Let's be quick about it. I have other things to do." He shot at Burunduk.

Further down the walls, Sahjhan faced off against the horde spilling over the rubble of the wall segment brought down by the enemy explosives. On Top of the wall segments still standing, Sahjhan and his rifleman fired down into the crowd climbing up and over the wall. The numbers of the enemy just kept growing and pushing forward despite his best efforts. His soldiers within the wall were battling against the invaders. The frontline spear and wall formation holding firm while third line riflemen continued to fire on the enemy.

Turoki forces are holding their best until charging up and over the wall comes a herd of the enemy Ram mechs. The large horn beasts make quick work of the rubble and even bound and near trample their own human compatriots. "Bring them down!" Sahjhan calls to his riflemen once he spots the swift moving battering rams. They fire on the dozen so machines but with little success against their thick armor. They bound over the wall and make for the spear wall formation. Heads lowered and running at full speed, they smash against the shields and shatter the formation by sending shield and man sprawling.

With the formation broken the Turoki soldiers are forced into hand to hand and small arms combat against the rams and the encroaching Tsaire invaders. Sahjhan sneers as he watches the formation break apart and turn into a chaotic scene. He scans the area to see if there is a chance to reform the line, but his ears draw him to the thousand or so men that have queued themselves outside the wall to make their ascent up the rubble.

Desperate he looks around again before he finds something sticking out of the leveled second floor of a near building. It is one of the rotary cannons that was thrown from the wall by the explosives. It broke through the wall of the building and is now jutting outward.

Sahjhan signals to his men and points to the rotary cannon in the building. He performs a series of gestures to indicate that he is going to make his way to the cannon. They understand his plan and double their efforts to lay down suppressing fire. He hands his rifle off to one of his men and prepares to descend down the broken wall. When ready he gives a signal and starts to scurvy down the wall. His riflemen then toss 4 hand grenades into the crowd scaling the wall. The concussive blast sends several of the enemy through the air and even leads to some of the rubble to collapse and roll down onto more of the crowd pushing them back momentarily.

As the enemy is distracted, Sahjhan scales down the wall swiftly and eventually jumps the short distance to the ground. He draws his scimitar and pistol once on the ground and charges through the fray of men and machines fighting. Sahjhan cuts down anyone in his way or sends a hail of bullets into the face or legs of a mech as he runs across the area.

Finally reaching the building, Sahjhan finds that despite throwing himself against the door that it is locked and wont move. He steps back and starts to devise a means to enter when he hears a mechanical snort from behind him. Turning he finds a Ram mech as cornered him and is lined up to charge him. Sahjhan smirks and slides to stand exactly in front of the door. He fires a shot off at its head, which ricocheted off, but does seem to enrage the machine. Sahjhan fires again which leads the beast to lowers its head. It starts its charge and runs at him gaining speed. Sahjhan holsters his pistol and prepares for the beast. He exhales as he steadies himself. Just as the machine is within feet of him, Sahjhan dives to the side with all his might. He lands hard on the ground with lack of all grace, but it doesn't matter as his head snaps up hearing the tell tale sound of a crash.

Pulling himself from the ground, Sahjhan finds that the Ram has done its job and broken through the wall. After stepping through the wall he is happy to find that as an added bonus the machine seems to have knocked itself out by running right into a wall a few feet inside from the door. Not leaving anything to chance, Sahjhan is quick to sink his long dagger into its neck. When done Sahjhan runs back outside and grabs three of his soldiers before running up the stairs to find the rotary cannon. They then are quick to work to try to get the heavy weapon back into working order while the enemy presses down up them.