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| Trans-amur | [1 month after everyone had arrived] [Main Square Vladivostok] President Stephan Vadinkov steps up to the podium. Infront of him stand over 150,000 service personnel from the Trans-Amurian armed forces as well as other branches of service, along with various other countries contingents of troops. "People of Trans-Amur. Today is a momentous day, the greatest threat to out great nation and it's people has finally been vanquished. The warlords and bandits of Siberia, and the Far East, once a grave existential threat to our fledgling nation are no more! Our brave soldiers in the Armed Forces have finally put an end their reign of terror. And so with the support of the Duma, the Senate and the people of Trans-Amur I declare the Provisional Government over, and the birth of the Far Eastern Republic of Trans-Amur! Forward Trans-Amur! God is with us!" The crowd cheers him on After his speech the President joins the general staff, ministers and foreign diplomats as the parade to commemorate the birth of this new nation begins. The President later mingles with the foreign diplomats as their troops pass by expressing interest in building relations with other countries, most notably The parade turns out to be a stunning success with the Trans-Amurian people. Thousands turned out to watch it with more watching from their homes. Argent, Sheng China, The democratic states of ablya, and Greater polaris | |
| Greater polaris | POLARIS, WILLOWFIELD MILITARY AIRSHIP YARD: 2130 HOURS Two naval communications officers sat quietly inside of the main control tower of the Willowfield Airship Yard, overlooking a plethora of night working lights and minor maintenance crews cycling through their standard procedure for the stand-by response ships. Their polished boots rested on consoles with their uniforms untucked and hats resting on top of their work stations, a smuggled cheap record player on a deactivated tactical holo-table playing calm set of classic music from a once-famous Luciferian-Polarian composer. If it weren't for the plethora of smoke alarms, cuban cigars might have been in order, the two officers took these shifts for the express purpose of avoiding their commanding officer, who couldn't be bothered to climb all the way up the tower due to its lack of a elevator. Both of them mimicked toasting each other with a wine glass as they took it easy, military members in Polaris weren't barred from alcohol absolutely but they were the only two on duty due to the relative amounts of low airship traffic. It was around the time they were conversing about how one of the engineers had accidentally opened the septic tank valve on the 'RPS Renaissance' Patrol-Craft in view of the tower staff when the calm passive blue of the room turned into a harsh red, light synthetic klaxon emulations coming from all of the workstations. This sudden change corresponded with the entire airyard howling into activity as night staff was joined by the day staff and advisory alarms were blaring lighting across the tarmac, enough to be heard but undamaging to the ears. The two naval officers said "F**k," in absolute sync as they heard footfalls coming from the central stairwell. ---------------------------------- ENROUTE TO GRAN COLOMBIA, 0750 HOURS Considering the military industrial complex of Polaris, and their adjacency to the potential incursion area, the joint grand flotilla of Willowfield/Grey Mountain Air Navy Contingents numbered 27 in numbers, considering of: 1 Heavy Logistics Vessel, 2 Front-Line Armoured Frigates, 5 Mid-Line Frigates, 8 Destroyers, 6 Cruisers, 2 Combat-Oriented Carriers, 1 Defense-Oriented Carrier, 2 Battleships and finally, 1 Nuclear-Armed Capital Ship (One of Three in Existence) with a payload that could inadvertently make the Amazon, Ama-gone with its full compliment of intermediate and short ranges nuclear missiles. "You know, this is absolutely perfect, a chance to show off our airships outside of those border conflicts.... those are basically a waste of fusion fuel and neo-propellant when you get into the economics of it... but having a mixed economy is never perfect!" Commander Willowfield, the primary leader of any force coming out of the Willowfield area, and heir to the Willowfield clan lounged in her ready room with a Polarian white wine, swirling it around as she looked to her assistant Warrant Officer Stefan, "I'm being fully pragmatic about this, of course I am fully aware they could be armed to the teeth with futuristic weapons and all that... but the ones they sent last time were using the equivalent to old Red Fash tech, weren't they? Anyway you cut it, I'm pretty sure they don't have thermal imagining..." Stefan was about to say something, though the two of them were interrupted by a door notification for the ready room entrance, Willowfield promptly pressing a button under her table to let them in, a entourage of three High Royal Imperial Guard Ambassadors walking in, "Hello Commander, ordered by his Majesty, in the result that whatever is out in Gran Colombia doesn't need a through exterminatus or two, we are to take control of any diplomatic relations alongside the Sheng Chinese, otherwise, we are passive observers for now," the Imperial Guard seemed brisk as ever, seeming as if they'd rather skip small talk and any fuss from the Commander. "Additionally, any use of the nuclear payload on the "RHS True Vindication" requires express permission from his Majesty, in all cases, a nuclear communcations line is available 24/7, as per protocol." The Commander formally noted all of this, nodding along before the guard left, looking to Stefan before standing up, her wine glass empty and her neck cracked with a good stretch, "Alrighty, announcement time then!" ------------------------------ "Attention all allied forces of Sheng Chinese Forces, and by extension in this event, allied forces of the Royal Polarian Air Navy, this is Commander Naevia au Willowfield of the Joint Expeditionary Force of Willowfield and Grey Mountain. Co-operation between any allied forces is key to success in investigation of these anomalies within Gran Colombia. After this message, encrypted messaging channel access codes will be dispatched in accordance with Sheng China/Polarian Inter-Military conduct protocol, with any additional nations included using Sheng China Forces as a access point to us. Commander Willowfield, out!" A series of quantum tele-communicated access codes were sent out from the grand flotilla, additionally, to Panama officials with several additional documents that confirm Polaris' involvement in this investigation. | |
 The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | Prince Wei bowed his head slightly in agreement, "It does not hurt to ask. Thank you for understanding anyway, President Owens." As Owens sifted through his papers, Prince Wei continued to gently fan himself. He looked over at Guo Jian and gave him a small but affectionate smile which was returned with a wink from Jian. Wei chuckled lightly before returning his attention to Owens and his questions. Listening intently, Prince Wei smiled as he listened and nodded his head in agreement, "I think we can take it quite far. If we are to grow as friends and allies our people must know each other better." "A permanent cultural embassy exchange where we can store literature, display art, and hold lectures is excellent place to start.I have actually developed a program in my time as Foreign Affairs Minister where we hold museum exhibit tours." The Prince snaps his fan closed as leans a little more forward in his seat. "While our cultural embassies are built these tours will go museum to museum in each others' nations with historical artifacts, artwork, literature, movies and the such like to introduce and teach each others peoples at large about the other. In this way we may better educate each other on our new allies and dispel any misgivings or misinformation that the populace may have. Thus bringing our peoples closer together." He then reclined back into his chair with a bright smile. Wei and his party are quick to notice the commotion and unease of those relaying messages to President Owens. They know the concerning sounds of hushed voices all to well. So it comes as little surprise when Admiral Jaden and President Owens informs them about the incident in Ablya. Prince Wei, Guo Jian, and Sun Luban rise from their seats. Wei cups his hands together and declines his head, "We understand your need to leave. May heaven preserve you and your people, President Owens. And heaven grant you victory Admiral Jaden." Guo Jian is the next to speak with his own head lowered and his hands cupped together, "We look forward to the start of the space program, but please focus your efforts on securing your nation from these terrorists. The lives and freedom of your people far outweigh such trivial pursuits. "It has been a great honor to us all to have made your acquaintances. We look forward toa long and fruitful future with the nation of Ablya." Prince Wei finishes with another bow to his guests, that is followed by Jian and Sun Luban. Sun Luban steps forward, "I will return you to the airport to meet with your ship. We will inform them of your departure and clear the air traffic for you." She informs them. Luban then gestures them to follow her and leads them away. After returning them to the cars they had arrived in, the convoy rolls out and drives out of the palace gates back into the modern city. Outside the gate they are met by police escort and their flashing lights. The escort empties the roads and forces traffic to come to a stop to let the convoy drive to the airport as quickly as possible. When there the vehicles drive right up to the Ablyan airship dock. Tokora and The democratic states of ablya | |
| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | Zixin releases a breath that he didn't know he was holding during the emperor's episode into his past. He felt it unwise to disturb the man's tirade for his own safety; like one would avoid disturbing a sleep walker or a cornered animal. As he had listened to the emperor, Zixin did make the realization that the emperor's past was certainly similar to his own. Albeit far more scarring and disturbing. Zixin felt no lie when Deraj told him that he felt for him considering his own past. When the glass in Deraj's hand exploded under the pressure of his grip, Zixin remained still and unspeaking still. It wasn't until the emperor apologized and spoke normally again that Zixin released the long held breath. He inclined his head in acceptance of the apology and appreciation for the emperor's words and offer. "Originally, I came on the pretext of receiving your report on Argent's continued progress in its use of my dear aunt's endowment." Zixin started to answer Deraj's question. As he did so he considered the emperor's offer of help. Taking a deep breath and with the memory of his tantrum back at the ambassadorial palace, Zixin decided to take his chance. "However, I think I would like to instead take advantage of your kindness and offer of help." Taking a long drink from his glass and swallowing the alcohol down hard, the prince pushed forward with steeled conviction, "I have been abused. Insulted. Left low. My father taken from me. Likely murdered in some dank dungeon. Then outcasted like a leper to suffer and die in the sands. My mother refused burial with her ancestors. Left to... to cry on her deathbed." Zixin had to swallow the knot in his throat and fight the stinging in his eyes with great difficulty after bringing up his mother's final hours. With a deep breath and another shot of his drink, Zixin continued with his voice laden with frustration, "I continue to be the chained puppet of the actors in an unjust system that orchestrated my and my family's fall. Where despite my accomplishments I cannot seem to win my freedom or redeem my name. I cannot stand it any longer!" Zixin leans forward to mimic Deraj's earlier pose, resting his elbows on his knees and steepling his fingers. "So, to echo your words, I will take what I want. By whatever means necessary. If you can help me?" | |
| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | Tokora and Greater polaris | |
| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | Walking with Imperial Secretary Xun Yu, Grand Prince Wei mingles among the dignitaries gathered at this auspicious event. Xun Yu or one of the attendants of the Grand Prince generally act as buffers to anyone that tries too quickly to approach the Prince to gain his ear or favor. Very few are allowed past them to speak to the Grand Prince who is more interested in observing his surroundings and commenting on them with Xun Yu. A very select some are allowed to enter his presence like Dythia Ylad of Argent or Vachir and Unegen of Tam Amisgal. From the corner of his eye, the Grand Prince notices President Vadinkov having joined the festivities. He makes his excuses to the group he is speaking with before he walks toward the President. Xun Yu and the entourage of attendants move with him keeping others at arm's length from the Prince. That is until the Grand Prince reaches the President and the circle around him breaks to let the President and Prince mingle. Xun Yu steps forward and bows to the President, "President Vadinkov, if I may be so bold? I am Xun Yu, Grand Imperial Secretary of the Sheng China. I would like to introduce his Grand Imperial Highness, Grand Prince Sheng Zhang Wei of Sheng China and Jin Sheng." Grand Prince Wei steps forward after his introduction by Xun Yu. He bows his head in respect to the President. "Greetings President Vadinkov. It is with very great pleasure that we are here today to enjoy in your nations triumph with you. We were honored that you invited us to partake in the festivity." "We are quite excited to watch how your nation grows and takes its place among its brothers and sisters of the world." Prince Wei finishes with a bright and sincere smile on his young face. | |
| The nazi reich of america | "Thanks for the help." Luke said, signing the sheet of paper. He then placed it down and began to load the shipment onto the boat along with Lanh. | |
| Uricry | The Northern Lands Of South America, Asiana The sounds of countless millions at work on giant urban centers would surround the populated area of Gran Colombia. Various workers taking up different tasks, power tools constantly working round the clock, the common sight of sparks flying and the bright glow wielding making flashes of light during the night. Road crew workers spreading out and smoothing pavement for roadways neatly as electricians wire lamp post down the paved streets. From the sky...They certainly did look like ants as if they never slept and were constantly at work, days away from finishing their new city. Any experts from the surveilling nations would note they were most likely sixteen-seventeen days away from completion. Gaining a closer look the nations would view no soldiers nor weapons. For the more paranoid nations, they can catch glimpses of construction workers with machetes, nail guns, sledgehammers, chainsaws, hammers and every other tool one could think of in a construction area. The city they hovered above appeared massive, with still much work to be done over the coming days, the city seemed rather many metropolises built together, massive high rises with workers constructing all over them. Plates of glass being carried into the more finished buildings and slotted into place. Though on the outskirts of the massive nation being built before the eyes in the sky, rows of countless tents spanded for miles. Off the clock workers would either be cooking food around bonfires, some comically dancing to songs being played on the nearby radio. All suddenly stopping in a matter of moments as the clouds would darken seeing the shadows of the air ships, the chief construction foreman dropping his mug full of coffee and sprinting into the tent camp. “They’re here! Ambassador they’re here! The sun has been blocked out and we’re encased in the shadow of gunships and cannons! Wha- What do we do?!” The grizzly greybeard foreman would yell sprinting into the medical tent with a giant Red Cross onto it. Pausing and panting as he’d break through the tent flaps, leaning over on a medical stool after running for what felt like quite a bit. Catching a glimpse of the Ambassador sent with them, knowing well before building that one nation…or rather all of them would find the Uricry people building within their world and arrive in force. The ambassador, a young female sitting on the edge of a medical table, kicking her legs playfully as the medical officer would prepare an injection. “Now now, Foreman. What is the cause of panic? We need not worry.” The ambassador would say cocking her head confused for a moment, having her thigh whipped down with an alcohol pad before the medical officer would glance at the syringe in the light, a strange clear liquid glistening inside as he’d clear the syringe of any air before injecting her with it. The ambassador slighting wincing as she’d clench her fist, slamming it down on the side of the medical table. “Hold patience, Ambassador. The medical treatments will increase in dosage more and more. You’re lucky you weren’t a marksman. They’re still back in the homeland undergoing several surgeries.” The medical officer would say in the hope of words of encouragement. The Ambassador pulling back her bright green hair into a tight ponytail, pushing her white robes back over legs. Her once neon green eyes now dulled to a dark green. Standing up and struggling to stand for a second, she’d brush off the legs of her robes softly. “I admit the change is something to get used to, I much prefer boots than these dress shoes. To have no utility belt when I instinctively reach for a holster which is now non-existent…I still have room for improvement I admit. But these medical treatments get the best of me. As for what we will do for our visitors. Please set up a standing canopy with a table and some chairs. Grab a tray and place some refreshments on it. Continue with the construction, we must not falter or be behind schedule!” She’d start mumbling to herself before raising her head speaking to the foreman with a smile, instinctively reaching to place her hand on her non-existent holster which ended in an awkward placement ended with her hand on her hip. In a matter of moments, five men would rush out with a folding standing canopy, propping it up within seconds in front of the tent camp, one side fitted with one chair and the other side fitted with four. A basic white folding table placed firmly between the chairs with a neat tray placed on the right side filled with ice water. The young female ambassador slowly walked to the canopy and sat down readying a small messenger bag filled with files of papers. Sitting attentively, glancing down at herself, lacking any sort of protective vest, any sort of rifle…anything to protect herself. Just sitting there out in the open waiting. The small flag on top of the canopy, a bright red with a white symbol in the center of it, a fourgien flag never witnessed before by the other nations. Yet every single observing nation’s intelligence branch could swear their entire year’s pay sitting in that canopy waiting for any of them to come down to talk…That she was a previous Legionary Ambassador Agent. The rest of the construction workers would stare up at the sky, confused and cautious of what was to come before their radios would ring with the voice of the foreman to get back to work. All of them continuing work in unison but occasionally staring up into the sky taking glancing, attempting to act normally much like the hot wash of nervousness one would get when a police cruiser passes them on the road. But the questions above all…Where were the legions of soldiers? Where were their rifles? Where were their machine gun nest and AA cannons? Was all they had were nail guns and machetes? What on Earth was happening? | |
 The Democratic Republic of Tokora | I have no idea what else to say here so this will be a very short post to wrap up. After he finished loading the arms Lanh turns to Luke saying "Good luck comrade." He walks back to his truck and drives west. Argent and The nazi reich of america | |
| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | ||
 The United Empire of Argent | Deraj rests his chin on the back of his hand as he listens to Zixin orate on his justifications for what he was about to ask; unsure if the justifications are actually for him or for Zixin to convince himself. While listening, Deraj rises from his chair to stretch his legs. He doesn't move far though; just to stand facing the fire. He stares into the dancing flames. Feeling its warmth cascade against his cold body nearly makes him purr. He runs his hands up his arms with the hope of retaining the heat. His ears perk up when Deraj finally hears Zixin say those magic words at the end of his long rant, 'Can you help me?' It rings in his ear so nicely and brings a wicked smile to his lips. He stifles a chuckle in his throat before turning to face Zixin with a warmer smile. "My dear, that's what I do." Deraj responds to Zixin as he sits himself down again. Seated he takes a drink from his glass again before he crosses legs and settles into his chair. He rests his hands on top of each other in his lap. "Now, what is it that you have in mind?" | |
| The nazi reich of america | New York City, New York Marcus sat in an unmarked Mercedes Sprinter, along with him, four other members of his team. The back had been hollowed out of seats to set up a mini mobile command center equipped with radios and some primitive scanners. In the passenger seat sat Amelia who was peering through a pair of binoculars, scoping out the entrance of the NSA building. "He's late." She said, in a monotone voice. Behind her sat Benji who was operating one of the radios, he chimed in; "Give him a little time. He does still need to clock out." Moments later, a man wearing a janitorial jumpsuit exited the building. He looked around as he walked down the sidewalk. He then turned down an alleyway and proceeded to round the block. Eventually he came around and made his way over to the van, opened the door and hopped in before promptly closing the door behind him. "Were you followed?" was the only greeting that Marcus offered as the janitor entered. "No. I was careful." "Good. So what can you tell us?" his reply. "Well. All employees are screened through a metal detector and all our belongings are sent through a scanner. If we are going to get explosives in there, they aren't going through the front door. However, there are a number of other ways we could do this. Rust remover and drain cleaner would be common things for a person with my occupation to have. If we can get some, along with a few other materials, I could make a bomb once inside the building." Jeremiah, who until now had remained mostly silent, chimed in saying; "It's risky but doable. I think that might be our best choice." "How do we know we can trust you?" Amelia spat her words at the janitor. "Look lady, I have no more love for the party than you do. I just happened to make the best of a sh*tty situation, and thank god I did because otherwise you people wouldn't have an inside man. Taking down these pigs is personal for me. I'll do my part, just stay out of my way, alright?" Marcus looked at the two of them for a moment, allowing for a brief moment of silence before he spoke. "So it's decided. We will pick up the materials and deliver them to you. Once inside, it will be up to you to create and then place the bomb. Remember, we only get one shot at this. So make it count. We'll contact you when we are ready." With that, the janitor nodded and exited the van. As he began to walk away, the van began to drive away. | |
 The Confederate Principalities of Turokhan | Prince Tuzniq and his forces were surprised by the sudden surrender of several many of the invading Tsaire warriors in the square when the prince had declared the death of Burundak. After a few moments thought, Tuzniq decided to accept their surrender rather than openly slaughter them. The House of Usak was not one known for taking captives in war due to the harshness of mountain warfare they were accustomed to, but Tuzniq was not about to dishonor himself by killing the unarmed. More so, Prince Tuzniq reasoned that if it were to become common knowledge that the Turokis took and cared for captives more would be likely to follow in surrender rather than fight to the death. Those that surrendered to Tuzniq's forces at the gatehouse were quickly chained at their wrists and waist; then taken away from the square. An extra precaution to prevent them from rebelling and causing fighting within the wall. Tuzniq ordered the medics to treat their wounds the moment they finished treating the Turoki wounds. The remainder of Prince Tuzniq's forces that could stand and hold their weapons were rallied to the gatehouse that had been abandoned by the fleeing barbarians. Tuzniq looking over the situation grumbled to himself that his forces had been thinned and that he could hear a great host still out in the fields just beyond the wall. However, when he heard the triumphant cheers coming from further along the wall indicating that Sahjhan had taken the breech, Tuzniq took a deep breath and steeled himself. Tuzniq stood surrounded by his soldiers. He looked at all that he could. He nodded looking at them before he declared. "Warriors of Usak! Shields of Turokhan! You are the bulwark that keeps our land safe! In 500 years the lines of Usak have not been broken. And they will not be broken here! We will face the barbarians and they will crash upon us like waves on stone. You will not be deterred. You will not break!" The soldiers chanted 'ustaw!', the battle cry of the Usak clan, back to their commander. "Follow me then!" Tuzniq cried out as he charged through the gatehouse. He is quickly pursued by his roaring soldiers that keep close behind their commander. Once on the other side of the wall and reentering the daylight, Tuzniq ordered loudly to his soldiers, "Half moon formation on the gate. Shields up! Cannons form on the walls flanking the courthouse and provide suppressing fire." On his command the soldiers immediately fell into formation and steeled themselves for what ever may come. With the rubble of the Sochi southwest wall bathed in the blood of the massacred Tsaire barbarians that faced the death of Sahjhan's rotary cannon, Prince Sahjhan quickly made to the battleground at the foot of the rubble. There the last of the invaders were being cut down by his Zahari troopers. The Prince himself even running one of the barbarians through with his long sword and decapitating another with another stroke. Prince Sahjhan points his sword to the top of the rubble pile in front of them all once the area has been resecured. "Over the wall! We make our stand against the invading horde and we will stand to the very last. We will hold the line until we close up the wall with our Turoki dead!" On his command, the remainder of Sahjhan's force begins to scramble up the wall. Many trampling over the dead Tsaire that litter it. On the other side of the wall, the soldiers quickly join together in the tri ring formation. The heavy soldiers with their interlocking shields take up the front with assault rifle barring soldiers make up a second line behind them. The third line takes up position on the rock pile as they are armed with long range rifles and snipers. "You are soldiers of the Zahari! Whatever comes across that field, you will stand your ground!" Sahjhan rallied his soldiers as he stood on the ruins with his sniper units brandishing his long sword. The soldiers cheered in unison and locked their formation down. It was then that Sahjhan saw the dust rise in the distance. Grabbing a pair of binoculars, Sahjhan observes the battlefield. He finds the first wave of barbarian warriors trying to rally on the field and reform as a unit. Looking beyond them he found the Tsaire second group approaching the field in great number with greater arms/armor. The Prince grit his teeth and took in a deep breath. Steeling himself for the next round, he looked into the cloudy skies above and prayed that the heavens would be merciful this day. | |
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| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | Zixin sat silently, considering Deraj's question. What did he have in mind? The question ran through his head like an echo bouncing off the walls of his skull. He had been so frustrated before arriving to the Obelisk that he did not think of a way to actually get what he wanted. Looking into the fire next to them, Zixin mulled over a several thoughts in his head quickly as he unconsciously rubbed his top lip with his forefinger. It was then that he noticed that the flames of the fire they enjoyed were not from coal or wood. He had to them reason that they had to be from gas. That was when the answer dawned on him. Gas was the answer. Pulling his hand away to reveal a pleased smile to Deraj, "Oil." Zixin stated plainly to start. "Oil is what I have in mind." He nods to himself agreeing with his own words as he explains, "Despite many in the world trying to move away from oil dependency, it is still in fact a greatly needed resource. Sheng Arabia contributes to over 75% of the Empire's petrol reserves and production." Pulling himself forward in his seat and resting his elbows on his knees, he presses the tips of his steepled fingers to just below his bottom lip, "If I can gain control of just a fraction of the oil fields, I can vastly expand my buying power. With dramatically increased wealth and stewardship over such an important life line to Sheng industrial output and consumer consumption, I would be taken seriously as a crucial player in the Imperial Court. Capable of holding my own and wielding power in my own right. Even the Grand Empress, as mighty as she is, could not ignore me then." A twinkle of confidence returned to the young man's eyes as he thought of the scheme growing in his mind and especially its possible result. The same twinkle though disappeared when he sighed heavily in frustration, "It is all just outside my reach. I can feel my fingertips almost touch, I am so close. The oil fields of the Yemen region are inland. Just north/northeast of the city. Exerting control over those fields would start my consolidation of the oil production in Arabia. However...I am restricted to Aden's city limits." Zixin apurtply stands and begins to pace back and forth in the space just behind his chair like a tiger in a cage; frustrated and confined. "I have tried offering my management of the area with my resume as governor of Aden. Denied for supposed inexperience. I have tried bribing the native tribes and sheikdoms that control the territory into working with me. I was denied and nearly exposed to the Imperial Court for treachery. My agents are watched when they leave the city. I am boxed in!" He announces angrily gripping the back of his chair and looking at Deraj. The anger and frustration that contorted his pretty face into a teeth baring snarl, melt away looking a Deraj. His eyes plead with him as he says, "I know what I need. It just outside my reach! What do I do?" | |
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 The Khanate of Tam Amisgal | "DIIIIIVE!" Bellowed out the cry across the air and across the radio channels, "Rain death and destruction from heaven above on them! DIIIIIVE!!" The great mechanical flying beast pulled up abruptly and then dove down, drawing its wings in. With the rush of the wind against her face and roaring past her ears, Batzorig leaned forward into the neck of her great eagle mech. She let out a loud maniacal cackle as the war machine meteored toward the earth below. Surrounding the Great Khan are all the other raptor mechs and their riders hooting and howling as they followed down with her. When the squadron of raptors broke through the cloud cover, they found their target below; the front line Hayder's heavy troops crawling out of the marshy flood plain. They continued their meteoric dive toward the enemy without a sign of stopping. The crew letting out their battle cries along with the mechanical eagle screeches of their mecha. "Now!" Batzorig cried out into the mic against her lips. On her command, the squadron of eagle mechs jointly snapped their wings open and pulled up just above the enemy. The gust of wind drawn with the mechs hit the Tsaire soldiers hard enough to knock many of them on their backs. Those just below Batzorig's giant great eagle were knocked back by several feet from the force of the winds impact. The eagle mechs split formation and soared over the flood plain above the trudging rest of the army. The split squadron flew in an arch around to the flanks of the soldiers on the dry earth. On approach Batzorig gave another yelled order, "Let em have it!!" With the Great Khan's command, the bellies of the eagle mechs opened to reveal bomb bays. As they flew over head of the army, the bomb bays of each eagle began depositing hundreds of bombs that fell to the earth. On impact the bombs blew in fire explosions, leaving a long fire trail behind each of the flying mechs. The frontline of Hayder Khan's prized heavy soldiers was now going up in a fire storm. All while Batzorig cackled loudly from the thrill of flying, fiery war, and revenge against the traitors. "I haven't had this much fun in so freaking long!" She triumphantly declared watching her enemy go up in flames as her eagle pulled up from the firestorm. | |
| The United Empire of Argent | The Emperor watched the young man rant as he paced about the room. It was amusing to see the youth fritter about in anger and frustration. Deraj wondered if he looked like this in his own youth so very long ago now. More than Deraj would ever admit. When Zixin finally pleaded to him with earnest desperation in his eyes, Deraj suppressed a wicked self satisfied smile by placing his steepled forefingers against his lips. He thought over the situation for a few moments as he continued to watch the anxiously waiting young chinese prince. Deraj hummed with a smirk that he allowed Zixin to see. The deviant mind of his had thought of a scheme. Drawing his hands away and still sporting his smirk Deraj explained, "Well, my dear prince, I think we have an exploitable course of action that is staring us right in the face." He gestured for Zixin to sit again where Linus is quick to refresh both the Prince's and then the Emperor's drinks. "Thank you, Linus." Deraj says before returning to Zixin, "What is Sheng but a colonizer? What are the local Arabs, but the colonized? What are the Arab states but selfish self serving entities much like the Sheng Empire is." Deraj then snaps his fingers. In short order, Linus returns with a cigarette in the end of a long thin holder and presents it to Deraj who places the mouth of the holder between his lips. Linus snaps open a gold plated lighter and burns a red cherry onto the end of the cigarette. Deraj takes a long drag before letting out a plume of smoke in a satisfied sigh. "Thank you again, Linus." Deraj purrs happily. Linus bows his head before disappearing as quickly as he had appeared. Taking another drag and letting it seep into his lungs, Deraj speaks through the billowing smoke escaping his lips, "The Arabs, like any group under boot, are prideful of their self identity and self worth. The Chinese, like any colonizer, is so full of itself in its own pride that it is blind to happenings under their boot." "The situation in Sheng Arabia, I imagine, is a tenuous detente between several disgruntled players. Start pulling the threads of the tapestry and it frays, pulls, and tears. We will be the thread pullers." Deraj chuckles in the haze of the cigarette smoke, "Well more accurately, I will be the thread puller and you'll sit and look innocent as you tell me the best threads to pull." Tapping the cigarette holder, Deraj knocked the ashes into the ashtray on the table next to his chair. Taking another drag of the cigarette Deraj continues, "I think I will have operatives of mine slip into the countryside and stir up local rivalries. Local rivalries will escalate into open conflict." Deraj swirled the liquor in his drink before taking a long sip. "This will put a dent into the oil flow for the Empire. However, it will be small enough that your Governor General will not likely be interested in devoting their own forces to deal with it. Especially in light of the high level alert that I have heard has been decreed across the Empire for the perceived threat in South America. Battle readiness against foreign invasion trumps local dustups." The Emperor then gestures to Zixin with a smirk, "This is where our prince in shining armor comes in." | |
| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | "I would be pulled in to resolve the conflict with my own forces, so that the Governor General can focus on shoring up reserves for the Central America Crisis. When successful, I would be regarded as competent by the Governor General and reliable enough to be trusted to do more." The prince filled in after the Emperor finished. Zixin mulled the Emperor's plans in his head for a few moments as he nursed his drink. Everything that Emperor Deraj said was true and his plan sounded plausible. But to merely think of such things as Deraj was speaking of is treason enough to be sentenced to prison labor camps in the Empire. Needless to say, Zixin thoughts ran a mile a minute. He took in a mouthful of his drink and swallowed hard in the hopes that the liquid courage would be fast acting. With a deep breath Zixin nodded his head, "It could work. If the pressure were maintained and we can guarantee my success while allowing the uprising to continue spreading slowly, then I think it's possible." Maybe it was the liquor talking, but the idea became more probable in his mind. "Yes, yes it can work. As my success against the rebellion grows, I can consolidate more control over the oil fields as a security measure. Divert the oil into my refineries in Aden and expand my wealth through which my power will grow." The warmth blossoming in Zixin's chest from the mix of the alcohol and growing optimism is suddenly chilled when a thought races across his mind. Zixin then eyes the Argentian Emperor. "If I might ask, what do you want out of this, your majesty?" He asked cautiously. "Surely you can't just be doing this out of the goodness in your heart. We both well know that very little of that actually exists." Zixin notes as he sits himself back down in his seat and happily takes a filled glass from Linus, to who he thanks. | |
| The Democratic Republic of Tokora | To any Irish in Asiana, happy St. Patrick's day! If there aren't any, come in, the water's fine. Argent and Sheng China | |
| Tsaire | The field smelled of fire and death as screams echoed out over the area. The terror that had engulfed the Tsaire soldiers when they saw the commercial jet sized avian mech dive bomb them with its escort of slightly smaller mecha has now totally evaporated along with many of their bodies from the intensity of the napalm attack dropped on them. The men unfortunate enough to live through the first run of the fire attack are now some of the most unlucky people on earth. They now scream in agony as their flesh melts off their bodies. Some even struggle to try and return to the wet marsh land they had just trudged through in the hope to extinguish their bodies. They would not make it. In the marshland, the other two thirds of the Hayder Khans second wave watch their brothers and sisters combust and burn like marshmallows in a campfire. Even the roars and bellowing of the animals mechs was a horror to listen to as their non-metal parts melted under the heat of the napalm attack. Panic quickly began and spread across the remaining thousand men. Those that could immediately began to flee anywhere except forward. Hayder Khan could be whipping them himself and that could not convince them to march into the hellfire. Fear only further gripped them as they could swear they cold hear the vengeful cackle of their betrayed Great Khan on the back of her mighty eagle mech. Buckets of cold sweat ran down Hayder Khans temple as his face was illuminated by the fiery display before him. His heart felt like it stopped the moment he saw the great eagle mech break through the clouds. Hayder recognized it instantaneously and knew hellish retribution was coming for him and his men. When sound returned to his ears again, Hayder called for a futile retreat. "Flee! Come back! If you have any value for your lives regroup!" His words fell on numb ears as the remainder of his command and staff looked on in the horror that was the hellfire. They saw from where they stood that the soldiers were desperately trying to flee out of the marshland away from the firestorm. With the Great Khan's cackle on the wind, Hayder Khan's heart started to pound again with a cold snap running up his spine. He frantically looked into the sky trying to spy the great eagle and its rider through the cloud cover. He feared the last thing he would see on this earth would be immense talons of the eagle dropping down onto him. "I gotta get out of here! I ain't waitn for that bitch to come down and skin me alive! Im getn the hell out!" Hayder frantically sputtered. He then called out to his personal guards and officers, "Get me out of here! Fall back to Tuapse!" He ordered in fear masking anger. | |
| The United Empire of Argent | Deraj chuckles with his signature smirk, "Well aren't we astute and forward thinking. Yes, I will be expecting payment. After all you can't get something for nothing, you know?" Before Zixin has a chance to protest Deraj asserts, "I'm not asking much. Especially in the grand scheme of what the results of this campaign will pay out for you by the end of everything." Deraj rises from his chair, glass of liquor in one hand and his cigarette on its long holder in the other. He paces around the chairs, a whisp of smoke trails behind him. "As you obviously know, a great deal of my finances for the building of my Empire have been so generously gifted by your Imperial Aunt, the Grand Empress." The Emperor chuckles again shaking his head, "No, not gift. Gift is not the right word. Allowance is more accurate." With the ebony hold between his lips, Deraj pulls in a drag from his cigarette and lets plume a cloud of smoke from his nostrils. "As long as I toe the line, I am afforded the considerable allowance. However, my funds are watched closely by the Imperial Court of Sheng China." The Emperor has wandered over to the windows again to look out onto the bright colorful nightlife of Zevezda. Looking contemplative for a moment, he breaks the quiet to continue. "I have plans for my empire that go beyond the confines that are set for it now, but your aunt is content to have me sit idly where I am. So those funds that she is so happy to provide me come with terms that they be used for domestic development and defense. Thus chaining me in place on that abhorrent front." He turns about to look at Zixin, now gesturing with his occupied hands as he speaks, "I would pay for my endeavors myself, of course. Unfortunately, my personal funds have been drained by a successful but costly conquest of Austria-Bohemia that disappointingly yielded little but land acquirement and iron mines. The Imperial Senate, with which I must still suffer with, is not inclined to replenish my coffers." He finishes on an annoyed growl, but swallows it along with the contents of his drink. The empty glass rest in his hand for only a moment before it is being swapped out by the bartender again. "Thank you, Linus." Deraj says with a contented smile. After another drag from the cigarette that he then taps the ashes of into an ash tray that appears in Linus' hand, Deraj eyes Zixin again as he makes his way back into his seat. "I think you can piece together from here what I am expecting from you." Deraj states as he settles down into the chair again. "You will pay us for the services of my agents in the countryside, for the training of your forces by my elite officers, and when you acquire those oil fields you will start loading some of it onto my ships to return here to the my empire. Ships which will be granted free use of the Port of Aden going forward." | |
| The Confederate Principalities of Turokhan | Sahjhan's eyes lit up with the fireworks display from the fireball exploding on the field. The wave of relief that had begun to wash over him when he saw the eagle mech break the cloud cover was now itself being washed away by the thrill of success. The plan that he had so precisely laid out all hinged on the Great Khan of Tam Amisgal arriving at the exact time. An immense gamble that should the mark been missed, the battle would have been awash. Success was his however as he watched in the distance as the Tsaire army's second attack was now going up in smoke. The Prince of the Zahari was not done yet. With the barbarian army now trapped in the marsh with no escape on their intended exit, it now being in flames, and having to turn and trudge back to where they came, the trap was set. With the snap of his finger, a servant presents Sahjhan with a flare gun. He points high in the sky above him and fires it off. The round flies high into the sky before it starts to let out a vibrant blue smoke that trails behind it as it continues to climb. From off the far side of the field a crew of Turoki engineers see the signal they had long and anxiously been waiting for. They spring into action. A large generator on the flatbed of a semi-truck idles as the crew run around it. They rev the generator and pour more gasoline into it. It roars loudly as its gauges begin to push into the red. Just when it does, one of the engineers gives a hollar and three men throw three large levers. The levers close the circuit and allow the electricity from the generators to run along the cables that run from each lever and run along the ground towards the marshland. After a few short moments, which felt like eons for the Turoki army, the loud pops of explosions can be heard emanating from the flooded marsh land. Unbeknownst to the Hayder Khan and his unwitting army, Sahjhan and Tuzniq had laid out a crude electrical network into the plain before flooding it. The electrical network connected a series of primitive but tried and true electromagnetic bombs the princes had hidden in the ground on their arrival to the city a few days previous. Not only is Hayder's army going up in flames from the Great Khan's fire attack, but now the dozen e-bombs going off was letting out high voltage electromagnetic pulses to fry the unprotected circuits of the Tsaire army's heavy mechs. An added bonus is also the electricity now running wildly through the water and mud of the floodplain that the Tsaire force now stood in. With a pleased grin on his face, Sahjhan ordered his soldiers to march forward onto the remaining of the enemy's light infantry that now stood completely surrounded and outsmarted. Tuzniq's force marched forward as well and joined Sahjhan's line for a united front to approach the humbled enemy with. | |
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