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First there was an intolerable, and loud, beeping noise coming from the ship's instruments. Then, Nathan watched as the Commander and Mr. Gauthier shouted at each other for a whole ten minutes, and finally, the Commander summoned everyone to the briefing room, with a defeated look on his face.
"You're sending people to their deaths!" A voice shouted from behind him.
"I know. But orders are orders, and we have to collect this data. Costs be damned, we have a duty to our mission! Look. Our suits can hold the radiation off for a time. We--"
"No, Mr. Sokan, they cannot. You know this. I know this. I'm an expert in this field--I should know this! You are killing people, plain and simple. If you approve this, I--London will hear about this. Please, we could go somewhere else, without the downright lethal levels of radiation here."
The Commander turned. "Don't threaten me with London. You of all people should know that our orders are the first priority. If London wants to punish me after this whole ordeal, so be it. But right now, I am the commander of this ship, and I am ordering you, to move aside, and let the landings continue!"
Hearing the commotion, a marine came to the door. Mr. Gauthier, the once-upbeat man that he was, shook his head. "You are a murderer, Commander. I hope you know that, whatever happens next, their blood will be on your hands."
"Call me whatever you want, but move out of my way. Unless you have anything constructive to add, this meeting is over." The Commander pushed past Mr. Gauthier, and stormed into his office with a slam of the door behind him. Nathan was still partially in shock--he had never seen either man that angry, and sudden disagreement between the technical and military heads of the operation did not seem like good news.
Nathan went back to his quarters. He needed to check up on his own supplies, after the scouting team came back, he would be landing with the second team of soldiers. Though, whether there would be a second wave would remain to be seen...
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"Hey. You got all your gear ready?" A voice behind Alex shouted. It was the leader of the scouting team, and Alex and his teammates were gearing up to head onto the irradiated Droidenian territory. It must be time to leave soon, Alex thought as he zipped up his protective suit--branded with an orange hexagon--and picked up his rifle. Personally, he didn't know a single word of Droidenean, not even how they would have said "hello", but he had heard that the team leader, Michael, could at least hold a conversation in the language.
At least we won't need to worry about understanding the language, but what they were going to see on the ground still unnerved Alex. Rumor on the ship was that the Commander and the man in charge of all the sciency stuff had a falling out, and were now almost literally at each other's throats in the few meetings they still had. Even the expert doesn't trust our chances down there...
The last of the scouting team donned their suits, and they went above the deck for the first time. The deck had been all but abandoned once they got close enough to Droiden to have their Geiger counters beep at an alarming rate, but with the suits donned, the deck would at least be safe.
The team boarded the Rapier's helicopter, and soon, they would be landing on the Droidenean shores. Under the loud whirring of the helicopter's rotor, Alex whispered a prayer. Beneath them, the land was coming into view.
"...May you protect us, amen..."
The Ruby Ranch Republic, Ixilia, Russia major, Zentralreich, and 2 othersThe Castelian Federation, and Eihlagonia
Wanderers' Rest
A trail of people from a mythical land suddenly makes a stop as their leader halts, turns around, and declares to his people; "Here!"
At the very instant, the crowd begins establishing a city of camps and tents upon the land that before them was nothing but wild nature.
"The old lands, my Chief?" A courtesan asks.
The Chief breathes in and out calmly, looks at the skies, chuckling, "Yes, this is the place."
The courtesan, happy with his Chief's joy, continues, "How long will we be here, do you know?"
The Chief looks at his companion with smiles and answers, "Not long enough for our brethren to get comfortable, tell 'em that. We will be back home soon."
"Understood." the courtesan nods and leaves the Chief to take a seat upon his throne and gaze at the surrounding lands.
"This place has changed greatly since those ancient days, but so have I. Let's see what the locals are up to."
Ixilia, Russia major, and New Imperial Britannia
Wanderers' Leave
"There's nothing here, let's go home." The Chief commands.
And as such, the folk who came here less than an hour ago, have already left again.
While sitting in a traveling yurt, the courtesan curiously asks from her master, "We weren't here for even an hour, why did we come?"
"I felt like it. Once you are a Chief, you can do what you want." The Chief answers with a smug grin.
The courtesan nods in confusion, faking to understand the logic behind her master's actions.
In the end, there was no logic, there didn't have to be any.
And so the trail of people returned back home, their leader finishing his peculiar pilgrimage of some sort.
Ixilia, Russia major, and New Imperial Britannia
The Ruby Ranch Republic, Ixilia, Russia major, Zentralreich, and 1 otherThe Castelian Federation
Carnage
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Department of War
The war continues. Despite the devastating push made by the Castelian army that nearly shattered the Spanish defenders in northern Morocco, the Spaniards managed to cling on to their remaining defensive strongpoints outside of the city of Casablanca, effectively halting the Castelian assault from gaining further ground. While having only recently captured the city, reports from fleeing civilians suggest that the Castelian forces have already begun to systematically round up and execute any remaining dissenters, with current estimates being in the hundreds, if not thousands, likely in retribution for the staggering casualties the Castelians suffered against the Spanish initially. However, despite their moderate success in the north, the southern front remains stagnant. Four assaults later, and the Castelians have made little to no ground against the Spanish defenders in Agadir. Though despite the lack of progress in the city Agadir, many in the high command are confident that the Spanish forces in Morocco are close to being completely overwhelmed, despite there only being minimal outward evidence that Madrid is anywhere near its breaking point. Even so, their belief seems to be shared by the Federal Council, who has already given the green light for the deployment of further forces to Morocco, some 10,000 to reinforce the 98,000 strong army. While these reinforcements will certainly lead to a renewed assault from Castel, it remains to be seen if they will be enough to finally deal the knockout blow to the Spanish the high command has been so desperately seeking. Either way, with neither Castel nor Madrid showing any signs of a willingness to sit down at the negotiating table, it is increasingly likely that the only way the war will end is through the total defeat of the other on the battlefield.
Due to an ongoing lore rework of Castel, this post (and other posts I make after it) may not align with previous posts I or others have made about the Castelian Federation.
For the Empire!
War Preparations
Mr. Christ sat at the Oval Office, planning his next moves. I must prepare my army for the upcoming war. Their morale is high and their spirits are incapable of wavering. it's truly a glorious sight when events are unfolding exactly as planned. the troops are ready to fight, I merely have to pull the trigger when the time is right... Which will be soon. I do pity my enemies, for they know not the crime of not being American... But soon this will be corrected.
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Earlier today, citizens on both the British-Canadian and Kynorian began to notice a slight uptick in military activity on the American side of the border. Though there has been no statement made by the American government on the matter, it's clear that Washington is planning something. However, what that is remains to be seen...
Shattered
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Department of War
Despite the prior belief---even among some of the members of the Castelian High Command---that the Spaniards would simply regroup after their defeat at Casablanca, various local news outlets throughout the Castelian Federation have just now begun to announce total victory in Morocco, showing live footage of the combat in Casablanca given to them by the Department of Communications. The various clips of footage given by the government show what remained of the Spanish army in Casablanca attempting to put up a final defense against the Castelian army in an effort to contain them to just the city. Rather than a head on assault against the entrenched Spanish, the Castelian army employed a myriad of weapons to dislodge the Spaniards, from a deafening artillery barrage to drone strikes. Either way, through simply being whittled down by superior firepower, the Spaniards were eventually forced to retreat from their defensive positions around the city, leaving the door open for a continued advance across northern Morocco. While many critics have already begun to challenge this assertion, simply due to the fact that it could be a deepfake fabricated by the Castelian government in an effort to boost morale, it would be the first time the Castelian government has shown anything significant about the war in Morocco since the conflict first began a few months ago. When questioned on the validity of the footage, Madrid refrained from commenting. The resumed Castelian offensive in Agadir was strikingly less successful than its northern counterpart. Despite having received extensive reinforcements in the form of men and materiel from Castel, the army still failed to make any significant gains against the Spaniards in Agadir. However, with the Spanish defense in the north crumbling, some of their southern forces will have to be redirected to help stem the advance of the Castelian forces, victory in the south still is not guaranteed.
Notably, a token force of 5,000 American soldiers arrived at both theaters of the conflict, though reportedly they seemed more interested in observing how the Castelians prosecuted the war than assisting their ally in any of the major fighting, only really getting involved in some of the minor skirmishes. Nevertheless, the Lord-Director commended positively on the gesture made by Washington, stating to a reporter when asked on the matter that it "was a welcome development”.
For the Empire!
Blackstone Palace, Imperial Avalon, Ixilia
Sleep is for mortals, and thus the Autocrat never slept, and truthfully, the Autocrat had, for all his long life, never truly known a moment of rest. The wheels of the empire turned on him and his determinations at every hour of the day, every week of each month, every month of each, as it had for numerous decades already. And yet the Autocrat did not tire, his mind was ever sharp, ever plotting, and his soul, ever hungry.
Plans once again had to be redrafted. They had been so close to the enactment of the grand plan, the soldiers were being moved into place. And then the councilors one by one declared that they were 'less than confident' in the feasibility of total victory. The Autocrat had been left in a most awkward position, he was uncertain of what to do, a rare event, and ordered an assessment on the fighting capacities of the surface be drawn up. The reports came in, the Astoynokomi worked intensely hard to produce a report more comprehensive than any prior, and the Officaeli had to put in the effort to transform all of that information into a coherent policy report. And when the details made it to the Autocrat, the Autocrat was forced to face reality, that a worldwide invasion was beyond the Autocracy's capacity at the moment. The budding world war had been averted as well, so without that, the expected likelihood of even a favorable peace was non-existent. And so, with a heavy heart, the Autocrat approved of the cancelation of the grand campaigns, for now.
But war will come, one day, and so as the Autocrat looked through the pile of papers that demanded his decisions, he wondered to himself, how much taller would this stack be when all the nations of the world fell under his iron fist?
80 kilometers west of Ste Saun Lena, the Southern Flats
Lord Sephelios departed the passenger seat, and felt the mud slowly compress beneath his boots. He uttered a gentle sigh, before glancing at the house ahead of him. “This is the place. Let’s go.”
From the rest of the truck disembarked three Stormtroopers. The brutes were Numidans, and though they were insurance for the job, had been wholly useless for making conversation on the drive out into the backcountry. They walked with heavy footsteps behind the Lord, who did his best to remain light atop the earth and decaying plant matter.
As they walked, Sephelios couldn’t help but notice the lack of humans working the fields. The last time he had performed field work, it was dirt-laden peasants watching with beady eyes. This farm was worked by automata. Skeletal limbs, worn and torn shawls and cloaks, blank lenses watching closely, only moving when the bodies themselves shuddered. Their silence would have been eerie to any common fool from these lands, but not to a proud Astoynokomi. No, he knew that some Ixilian technology had been granted to jumpstart Vyros’ side project, and though crude, it was good to see synthetic farmhands. More people for the cities that way. He paid little mind as the automata stared.
The Ixilians reached the house. It looked dark inside. Sephelios glanced to the left, noticing a small mausoleum. Dim light shone through the gaps in the door. He turned back to his soldiers, to immediately face Metoxon breaking down the door. The thin wood splintered and fell to the ground. Sephelios uttered not one word, but instead motioned to the mausoleum.
“Do you need one of us to stand guard?” asked Metoxon.
Sephelios nodded. “Selicos, stay with the house. Batrice, you’re with me.” He paused. “Metoxon, go back to the truck.”
The two soldiers dispersed to their positions, while Batrice and Sephelios walked to the mausoleum. The structure was hastily built, local cut stones with an uneven door. He knocked, and the door swung open at the tap. Even more poorly built than it looked.
Inside were two figures. The father, and the boy. They kneeled on a small hand-woven rug, a brass bowl burning a scented oil between them. Sephelios paused, listening to the last words of the hymn they sang.
Mulos, Muloses,
me cabedme tis umit, me oredme tis umit.
Deyun seno, thanathel mano.
Olasam mis salvat, mis ti kalos.
Pavadyanme lis dot iac y esyac.
Vu les nueilec ambual pelim.
Terthas cudeyu lis riso,
y Thanath viman.
The father stood, and turned to face the masked strangers. “Greetings.”
“You are Mr. Csedac?” asked Sephelios.
“I am, and this is Diego, my son. You from the city?”
Sephelios nodded. “Indeed. I’ve been dispatched by my superiors to deliver news. I am sorry to meet you here in your,” he paused, realizing there was no space for a body, “cenotaph.”
The father nodded. “Much of my family died that day. And to think their tomb is some insignificant rock to the rest of the world is a tragedy.”
Sephelios continued, unmoved. “Your son presented an innate aptitude unlike that of most. We would like to provide him with special schooling, in the hopes of cultivating his talents.”
Diego smiled. “Really?”
Sephelios’ mask managed no smile in return. “We’d like to take you to Varedanza for an evaluation just to confirm this case.”
“Varedanza is a little far,” said the father.
“It’s quite alright, sir. Diego and I can start on the journey, and Mr. Batrice can help you back your and his things. You won’t be far behind us.”
Sephelios began to pull Diego to leave the structure, and shot a quick glance to Batrice. He stepped outside with the boy. Standing around the entrance to the cenotaph were dozens of automata, barely a few feet from him. They shook and shuddered, moved by the breeze and their powerplants. Sephelios could just hear the father’s breath leaving him from inside the structure, and reached for his sidearm. He felt a steel hand grab his arm, and he barely noticed the crunching sound as the pain blinded him to all his senses.
Rising in the Morning
snore... snore... snore...
The sun shone through the blue-stained windows of Icephori Palace, catching the sleeping eyes of Kongur Sigurd Constantius. He was startled awake from the strangest dream. Droiden was massive, he was not the Kongur, there were several pillars tossed about in places they didn't belong, amidst a slew of other odd things. Either he had taken much to grand a drinking binge, or he had just drawn quite the silly prank from God. No matter, the monarch sighed, rose, and began his work for the day.
"In another life..." he whispered under his breath.
This war began with the united stats first sending out a battalion to discuss them peacefully serving under as a new part of The United States. Unfortunately they choose to fight. The united states marched their soldiers to fight Oregon. They tried use their terrian to their advantage this was their first mistake. The foolish Oregons tried ambushing the united stated army when they were crossing the mountains but the us not only saw this coming but counter attacked. They tried fight but they quickly ran once the us unleashed White phosphorus artillery shells across the battle field to flushed them out. This is where the slaughter began. Mr. Christ ordered his troops to kill everyone except for one soldier and to let them return and report what occurred. This drastically reduced Oregon’s moral. Now then the glorious american troops shall continue the push forward.
Post self-deleted by NotAnEmpire.
Post self-deleted by NotAnEmpire.
The continues with a irrelevant victory on the as oregons barely regained any ground. The united states tried to get to their water supply for an unknown reason and were barely stopped from reaching it. The oregans choose to jump the Americans with a suprise counter attack. Unfortunately in this battle it was discovered the Americans were using mercury tipped bullets making almost any shot fatal. This lead to many casualties on both sides but ultimately resulted in the americans being pushed back a bit. Mr. Christ didnt seem surprised by the result of this battle
The united states has continued their onslaught pushing even deeper into Oregon. This time they successfully reached their water supply and diploid agent orange into it. This affectively gave their population cancer and will leave an affect on oregons population for century’s. Of course america with it chemical and biomedical knowledge could clear it out, if they surrender. This led to a Between Oregon leader and mr. Christ to disscuss if oregon will surrender or die in vain.
It turns out that the Oregons, the savages that they are choose violence. Having lost hope at victory but refusing defeat they utilized suicide tactics but unfortunately, they were very ineffective for the us was simply too powerful. Agent Orange is now taking effect and 90% of the Oregon people are going to die of cancer. It is treatable but due to lack of clean water and due to low funding the Oregon government has abandoned its people. This led to The US in their noble pursuit of liberty.
The Oregon government finally saw reason and officially decided to join the United States in exchange for “vaccines” that would cure their people of cancer. The United States then purged Agent Orange out of the water supply and planned its next conquest. The future is looking brighter in a world full of liberty.
[Roll = 8-11]
10 km off the coast of Hispaniola
There is no glory in war, and there never will be. As several ships crossed the moonlit sea, adventuring towards what was once territory familiar, a sinking feeling grew in the men's stomachs. Their guns and ships were great, yes, but the Haitians were powerful. Now a member of the West Indes Federation, it would not be such an easy battle. As they grew ever closer, the feeling that they had been too late was all but confirmed: the Federation's air force, the sounds of its jets and bombers a horrifying key to Jones's Locker, were overhead. Several ships were hit, and a few sunk outright, however the assailants were not unscathed. A few aircraft found themselves on the wrong side of the waves, men aboard finding themselves at the grave of the sea and lacking the necessary coinage to book passage to the sailor's afterlife.
Admuríale Uyves Alíamounte sat sipping his bourboun at the back of the formation, when the alarm raised. Carefully, he set his drink down, and spoke in Nourmand over the ship's radio: Raise the attack! Bring out the anti-aircraft guns! The men would continue their assault, bringing down several flying attackers, but not without several losses. The Admuríale nearly lost his life when a plane, shot down by the frigate two ahead in the formation fell onto the deck of his carrier, causing an explosion and forcing the man to part ways with his left leg below the knee.
Regardless, the losses of the Frauncaise notwithstanding, it was something of a pyrrhic victory for the defending Carribés. Sure, they lost quite a bit fewer navalcraft than did the Frauncaise, however the same was inversely true. The invasion would continue, though without several men who should have made it home. Awful planning on the part of the Frauncaise led to the deaths of hundreds of men who otherwise would have seen the new year. No matter, as this is the cost of war.
The Fractured Empire
January 2nd, 2024
It has been 4 years since the fateful day when our once great Empire of Kynor fell to ruin. The memory scars us all to this day, for the 4 volcanoes which flanked our once great capital of Santiago had all erupted at once. Santiago was buried under burning ash by the afternoon with casualties approaching the millions and millions more displaced. The greatest loss however was that of my cousin, the Emperor, himself. While our nation mourned panic quickly followed for not only did Daniel II perish but his son as well. We were without capital, Emperor, and heir. Many had abandoned God and turned to the worship of the demons that were worshipped by the native men that resided here before the Spanish. These pagan cults became especially dominant in the provinces of Mexico.
November 15th of 2020 saw the culmination of this hysteria with the Princess Esmeralda, sister of the Emperor, publicly converting to the Aztec cults, taking the name Azcaxochtzin, and declaring herself as Empress of Mexico. The provinces within the Mexican core pledged their allegiance to her while provinces to the north and south opposed her thus igniting the Kynoran Civil War. The Empress started her campaign of subjugation north where she displayed her cruelty by sacrificing captured loyalists. Not having the will to fight the barbaric Mexican army, the captain-generals of the north sued for peace but for such cowardice they were only rewarded with being sacrificed by Azcaxochtzin herself.
All that remained now were the 6 Central American provinces of Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama. These provinces though were able to organize themselves more properly than the north with the highest ranking military leaders from each forming the Supreme Central Junta. Mexico's navy would launch an attempt to capture the Panama canal but would fail in their endeavor after a disastrous showing in the Battle of Panama City. They would also attempt a land invasion into Guatemala but would only get as far as occupying ruined Santiago before getting routed. Our Lord was showing His favor to us when we managed a counter attack that drove the Mexicans back to the west of the Isthmus of Tehuantepec. Mexico agreed to an armistice on July 24th, 2022 as both of our armies have exhausted themselves. For now we have an uneasy peace with the Isthmus remaining heavily guarded on both sides. We've also preserved the Junta as we may very yet go to war any day now with either Mexico or any other powers eyeing the region. Even though I have a strong claim to the throne I haven't taken the title of Emperor as of yet and I won't, not until the heathens of Mexico submit to us.
Santiago of Kynor, Captain-General of Guatemala, Duke of Esquipulas, Member of the Supreme Central Junta
The Ruby Ranch Republic, Ixilia, New Imperial Britannia, Droiden, and 4 othersZentralreich, The Castelian Federation, Eihlagonia, and Frauncia
A Friend in Need
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Department of War
Due to an escalation of tensions between the Empire of Frauncia and the West Indies Federation over the former’s claiming of the latter’s constituent state of Santo Domingo, and with the inability for either side to resolve the crisis, a state of war was declared between Frauncia and the West Indies Federation by Paris to Havana, followed by the Antillean government responding in kind. With its close proximity to the conflict via its various outposts in the Caribbean, the Castelian Federation naturally took interest in the developments taking place north of its most valuable territory in the Caribbean: Jamaica. After watching the failed Frauncian invasion of eastern Hispaniola, Castel reached out to Paris to discuss the possibility of a Castelian entry into the war. The Frauncians, wanting for the war in Hispaniola to be swift and decisive, eagerly accepted the Castelians, to the slight surprise of the delegation. Negotiations between the two parties only took a matter of hours, with a common consensus on how the country was to be divided between the two powers being reached fairly quickly. After the second invasion by the Frauncians of the West Indies Federation’s western state failed, having attempted to go for the jugular and take out the stronger of the two member states, the Castelians assembled nearly a division's worth of vanguard and army units at Jamaica, and launched an invasion of their own in south-east Cuba. Shattering the hastily set up Cuban defense at the shore, the Castelians landed in Cuba, and began a systematic assault of Santiago de Cuba. Attempting to catch the Castelians on the backfoot, the Antillean navy attempted to intercept their Castelian counterparts as they were in the middle of the Cayman Trench. But with the local airbase in the region being so close to Cuba, Castelian jet aircraft were able to provide the naval strike force with significant air cover, leading to their first engagement being a clear victory for the Castelian navy, forcing the Antillean fleet to withdraw back to Trinidad, clearing the road for a direct invasion of Cuba. Quickly reorganizing their forces after the battle, the Castelians continued towards Cuba unimpeded, eventually landing on the island, where the second engagement between the Castelians and Antilleans would begin.
As she was looking off from the deck, a Castelian walked over to her. Hadrian Corvus, the first officer of the ship, stands at attention, saluting the admiral. “Admiral Lepidus, Commodore Rector has requested for you to meet up with him and Major General Agrippa at the bridge. He would like to have your input for the execution of the naval landing, as you are the most senior officer in this operation.”
The admiral turned around, “At ease commander.”
“Yes ma'am,” Hadrian dropped the salute immediately, and stood at ease, waiting intently for the admiral’s response.
Valeria mused on her options for a brief moment before responding to Hadrian. “Inform Commodore Rector I will be there right away.”
“Certainly ma’am.” The commander saluted the Admiral one last time before departing for the bridge, leaving the admiral alone once again.
Valeria took one last look at the sea and shook her head, turning back around to follow the commander to the bridge. As she entered the bridge, she found the major general and commodore both looking closely at a map they had sprawled across the table at the center of the bridge, with the commander watching from a few feet away. After closer inspection, she identified that it was a map of south-eastern Cuba, with both the major general and commodore seemingly carrying out a miniature war game of the invasion.
Commander Corvus was the first to notice the Admiral, and immediately stood at attention, and saluted her. “Attention, commanding officer on deck!” the officer announced, startling both the major general and the commodore, who both quickly followed suit, dropping what they were doing to address the admiral.
Valeria gave out an exasperated sigh. “At ease gentlemen, we aren't attending the military ball in Castel.”
Commodore Rector nodded in acknowledgement, bringing his hand back down to his side. “Very well Admiral Lepidus.” He motioned for Valeria to come and inspect the map, which had a series of smaller units scattered across the map, presumably an outline of Castelian and known Antillean forces.
The admiral walked over to the pair, and examined the map. “While I like the bold approach, don’t you think we are putting all of our eggs in one basket?”
The commodore gave Valeria a puzzled look. “How so? The ships are positioned in a way that could best utilize our superior firepower to blast the Antellean defense to bits, which would expedite our assault into Cuba.”
Valeria smiled at Commodore Brutus Rector, briefly glancing at the major general before continuing. “While you are correct in that it would further expedite the war, the ground assault isn’t the only factor we should be considering. While beaten back, the Antillean navy is not beaten. Positioning most of our ships in that way could leave us vulnerable to a flanking maneuver, which would leave us stuck between the island and their navy, not exactly a position I believe any of us wants to find ourselves in.”
The commodore pondered on the admiral's words. “I see your point, consider it done.” He looks over at his first officer. “Commander Corvus, inform the rest of the fleet of the change in plans.”
“Right away sir.” The commander looks over at the admiral, and then back at the captain, just simply saluting his commanding officer before walking off to go radio the other ships.
For the Empire!
The Ruby Ranch Republic, Ixilia, New Imperial Britannia, Zentralreich, and 2 othersEihlagonia, and Frauncia
Astoynokomi Directive #1: Any personnel of the Autocracy unaccounted for must be immediately reported to higher authorities and retrieved, dead or alive, with as much force as necessary to achieve this as swiftly as possible.
An Ixilian Listening Station somewhere in Ayasonne, Eihlagonia...
Delicus was monitoring the screens, the most uneventful job in the Autocracy. The heart rate monitors were fine, they were always fine. Nobody ever gave the Autocracy trouble, the Eihlans were a broken people who were coming into their role as a subservient people and vassals of the autocracy. As he worked on his report from his last shift of civil populace observation and their current awareness level of Ixilian abductions, the screen flashed red, a rapid rise in heartrate, and followed no long after by a flatline. Delicus eyes widened, he looked on the soldier, current status on a target capture job, overseen by an Archoni, he then watched as another two heartrates appeared came into prominence, both flatlining, and then a fourth not long after. A distant baronet of the Sephilios dynasty, and 3 standard Numidan footpads. Delicus called them, nothing. Looking at the trackers, they appeared to be at the location the intel pointed of the magic weilder. It was just a child, and the family were believed to be disarmed, nothing indicated this to be a high-risk mission. Somebody had made a mistake, and they would pay for it, but that was not his concern, with the solemnity due, he picked up the red phone, and put in the code.
"I am busy, this had better be important."
"My lord....4 causalities, 3 Numidans, 1 Archoni...lost in the boonies retrieving an alleged flame magician."
'CASUALTIES! IN EIHLAGONIA, WHAT IS YOUR BUREAU DOING TO CAUSE SUCH EVENTS, HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT THIS COULD MEAN IF THOSE CREATURES POKE AROUND. [exhausted sigh] I know we've retreated most of our Blades from Eihlagonia, but there should be a squad of them on guard duty for Vryos. Reclaim those and have them retrieve the 4 bodies and do it hastily. Inform Aldarius as well, tell him it's time to stop playing Missionary, and start doing what his Imperial Majesty assigned him to do down there, that is to say, restoring order.
"Yes Prince Sephilios, your will be done."
With that, the young Astoynokomi Agent started making the necessary calls, the gears of the Autocracy begun to turn, for not a drop of sacred blood must fall into enemy hands.
[rolls = 11-9]
Le Qonqueureante, Port of Santo Domingo
The Frauncaise battleship raised its horn, one of a low pitch, as if it were the horn of a god were warbling from beyond death. It was a surprise attack, after the unexpected and unplanned repelling of the naval invasion. The Frauncaise had navigated around the island of Hispaniola, and set course for Santo Domingo. A direct assault on the port city was rare, but not unheard of, and the place would likely serve as a good place to lay battleplans for future involvement. The Antilleans pushed hard, but eventually the beach was gained, and the city became a battleground.
"Lyon 9-3, do you copy?" crackled the radio in the helmet of Seargeant Pierre Routenois, to which he responded "Aye, we're in the market. It seems there's a way through here to the mansion."
"Good, good. Keep pressure on route A."
"And you on B, Caen 6-1"
Lyon 9-3 continued through the streets of the city, arriving at the rendezvous point where all of the units deployed were meant to be meeting as soon as they cleared their portion of the city and could begin the assault on the regional house of government. However, an explosion in the Western quarter soon dispelled that plan. It was evident that Lyon 9-3 would need to keep going on alone, and Pierre Routenois would have to lead it by himself. It was quite the odd feeling washing over the young Seargeant, part anxiety and part anger. He wanted to go home and sleep next to his wife, wake his children up in the morning, and go back to life in Bayeux. However, this would certainly not happen for him this night. Lyon 9-3 set up a perimeter and waited for the other units to show up, only one of which, Versailles 7-7, did. It seems that Caen 6-1 were the puddle of blood and guts in the streets somewhere.
The day was won, but like the day before on the sea, it was quite a pyrrhic victory. There would need to be change, and change quick if this conflict was to be in any way successful.
The Junta's decision
"Before concluding our meeting the matter of the war being waged in close proximity to our waters must settled."
It was the monthly meeting for the Supreme Central Junta attended by the 6 captain-generals from each founding province. Usually when debating external military affairs they were directed at the Pagan Mexicans who still remained Kynor's most bitter enemy, this time however another nation was discussed.
"This invasion of the West Indian Federation is a mockery of our proud history, I say we should intervene and subjugate the islands for ourselves!"
This suggestion came from Jacobo Ortega, the very war hawkish captain-general of Nicaragua. The West Indies Federation were once under the domain of the Empire in its heyday but would splinter off when the Mexicans invaded loyalist Kynor. The West Indians maintained a competent navy at the time of their secession and along with the Mexican navy's failure at Panama they were spared from war until now. Santiago had to calm down the general after his passionate outburst over the former territory.
"I agree with your zeal, Ortega, but such a direct approach would be imprudent for that'd land us in a direct war against two of the great powers."
"Should we then support the West Indians covertly?"
"Not quite, Marcos. That'd only delay their empires."
"Besides, the West Indians should gain no support from us for betraying our Empire much in the same way as the Mexicans."
Jose Carcamo, general of Honduras, brought up a good point. For the West Indian leaders only valued their own preservation when their continental brothers fought against the Mexican devils. This cowardice made them even more detestable than the Mexicans. At last Santiago spoke once more in a more commanding tone.
"We shall send our forces to the West Indies then, both in a sign of good will to the foreign powers and to punish the West Indians for their past treachery. Are we all in favor?"
The 5 other generals spoke not a word but all grinned in agreement, Kynor was to prepare for war.
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