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Unanda wrote:OOC

It's been many weeks, but long after adopting capitalism, my now former socialist country has some state owned industry again.

Spefically in the agriculture sector(as the issue thst caused this change was tied to groceries).

Is this a win? That's up to you to decide.

OOC: If the farmers were under free-market policies. I'd say their wealth would increase. But ofc that means a larger wealth gap.

Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire wrote:OOC: If the farmers were under free-market policies. I'd say their wealth would increase. But ofc that means a larger wealth gap.

OOC: Indeed, and a larger wealth gap is what I am trying to rid my nation of.

But, I am no way opposed of the free market.
The people are capable at achieving sustainable, and most of the time better at it that the state. After all, the State's main job is to provide a decent place to call home to the masses.

Post self-deleted by Unanda.

Greater kopmakia

"Bus ads propagandize causes ranging from sexual revolution to religious pogroms."

This ties in really well with the counter-culture theme my nation has started to have

Greater kopmakia wrote:"Bus ads propagandize causes ranging from sexual revolution to religious pogroms."

This ties in really well with the counter-culture theme my nation has started to have

You want to know something? Two days ago. I got the same issue, and answered it with the same legislation.

OOC: My rudeness level has finally reached 300. This is great.

Unanda and Jedin

OOC: Roleplay post coming soon by me. Will continue off my previous post.

OOC: no roleplay post. I ended up losing the draft. . .rip

I’ll post by Monday

Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire wrote:OOC: no roleplay post. I ended up losing the draft. . .rip

I’ll post by Monday

OOC

Ooo... I pray now for you

OOC

"former arsonists can be found on local fire brigades"

Ironic

Greater kopmakia

Unanda wrote:You want to know something? Two days ago. I got the same issue, and answered it with the same legislation.

Oh hey that's pretty cool!

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[i]Eliezer had his back resting on the hay and grass mattress that made his bed. It had been three days since he last saw Jinha in his bloody state. But he is unable to do anything while stuck in the concrete cell that made up his prison.

The next day had Eliezer and his fellow prisoners continue to carry large amounts of cargo towards the docked container ships. The hard work, the blazing sun, with the batons of the soldiers made the job even worse.

It was now becoming late, with the sun beginning to form an orange glaze on the horizon. But instead of being escorted back towards their cells, the soldiers began escorting the prisoners towards the woodlands beyond the port they were working in.

Eliezer looked around at the large amounts of prisoners being forced to march towards the woodlands. All of them shared his same look of confusion and fear. Eliezer turned to the guards on the sides of the prisoners, and noticed they were equipped with light machine guns instead of semi-automatic rifles.

Oh no.

Eliezer knew what was happening next.

. . .

All the prisoners were positioned in a horizontal line not long after. Instead of being blindfolded, they were forced into a trench.

Eliezer knew if he entered that trench, he would never be coming back.

It was now or never.

Eliezer crouched down immediately and tackled the legs of the soldier behind him. Immediately this knocked the soldier down, causing the gun to fall off his grip. Immediately, Eliezer grabs the LMG and even while on the ground, guns down two of the soldiers at both of his sides.

This small moment of distraction allowed for the prisoners to begin engaging in fights with the soldiers. Fists are flying, shots are fired, people are killed.

Eliezer had to get out of there.

He gets up and dashes back towards the dockyard. Hiding behind the urban infrastructure in order to keep cover, he moves along the streets, evading the patrols. He passes several large apartment buildings which house soldiers and eventually arrives in front of the prison camp.

He hides behind a pile of bricks that are in front of an alley between two large apartment buildings. A group of soldiers passes by as they head towards the direction of the riot.

Before Eliezer can check if the coast is clear, alarms begin sounding.

"Might be the riot," Eliezer talks to himself. "I have to find Jinha before things get worse."

Eliezer hadn't seen Jinha while being escorted. So he still hangs onto the hope that he's alive.

Eliezer dashes out of his hiding spot. Throws his rifle over the chain-link fence of the prison camp, and climbs over it. The camp was surprisingly empty.

"Which means it's being evacuated."

Eliezer runs towards the direction of the dockyard. Crossing several sections of fencing of barbed-wire and chain-link fencing as it forms two walls on both sides of him.

He arrives at the end of the hall offenses and notices a separate bundle of prisoners being escorted towards a freight ship. Eliezer notices the dark brown hair of Jinha as he's been pushed by several soldiers towards a ramp to enter the ship.

But if Eliezer climbed the chain-link fence wall that blocked him from dashing towards the freight, he'd probably be shot, or captured once more.

But he knew Jinha.

Eliezer began firing in random directions through the chain-link fence. Making sure not to hit any of the prisoners. He wasn't sure if he hit any of the soldiers with his bullets, but he hoped so.

Jinha seemed to have been encouraged, it wasn't long before he tackled the backs of the soldiers as they looked towards Eliezer. The other prisoners stood still for a moment, in shock, before they joined the fight.

With the soldiers distracted for a moment. Eliezer threw his LMG over the tall fence, and immediately climbed over it, hopping down the other side as swift as a bird. Eliezer grabbed his LMG that was on the ground and turned towards the fighting between the prisoners and soldiers.

The fight was already breaking up, with the prisoners having knocked out the soldiers or killed them. The prisoners outnumbered the soldiers, so that was their advantage. Eliezer stared face to face with Jinha as he got up.

"Welcome back Mr. Alexander. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Jinha chuckled.

"Yeah, it's been a while. It's good to see you at least. Though, not in the best shape." Eliezer responds.

Jinha nods. "We can discuss later. Right now we gotta get everyone out."

As the prisoners gathered the weapons from among the knocked out bodies. They began marching along the sandy shore of the dockyard, away from the freight ship, hoping to reach a section of the dockyard where they could hop over a fence towards freedom.

As they saw the exit fence in view. It wasn't long before several soldiers standing guard saw them and began opening fire. Two prisoners were gunned down in front of them. Eliezer and Jinha leaped towards a large boulder which provided them cover from the incoming bullets. The other prisoners took cover behind other bundles of rocks, crouched down into the sand to avoid the incoming fire, or take cover behind stacks of crates left behind along the shore.

"Eliezer," Jinha spoke. "if I don't make it. . . I want you to give this to Kara if you find her." Jinha hands Eliezer a slip of paper (a letter), and a ring with an emerald on it. "She'll understand."

Eliezer grabs the ring and letter. "I will, but we're both getting out of here, alright." That moment gave Eliezer the courage to try to fight back. "Hey uh, Jinha, can you hand me your rifle there. I suck at using machine guns."

Jinha hands Eliezer his rifle. Immediately after, Eliezer pokes his gun out of the rocks and begins taking aim at one of the two soldiers blocking the exit. He fires. One falls as the bullet enters his leg. He stumbles as his machine gun fires into the air and random directions.

As Eliezer aims for the second soldier with the machine gun, Jinha fires the machine gun that Eliezer had at the second soldier. The second soldier is rippled with bullets, and he collapses on the ground. Eliezer aims for the head of the first soldier, who is on the ground, and fires.

Splat!

The head of the first soldier bursts open with the impact. His blood spatters the sandy shore and forms red droplets that stain the sand. Eliezer lifts his gun to examine the other prisoners whom are still positioned behind their cover.

"Alright!" Eliezer yells to the prisoners. "Let's get out of here!" He also adds. "Did we lose anyone?"

One of the prisoners walks up to Eliezer, he holds a rifle in his hands. "Four down."

Eliezer looks at two more bodies lying down behind a small boulder. The two bodies were limp and unmoving. He then looks at two other bodies lying down in the sand, they had gotten shot first.

"We don't have enough time to bury them," Jinha calls. "we got to get going before we get caught out here exposed."

Eliezer nods and calls all the prisoners together. They arrive at the exit gate. The gate is locked with a keylock, so Eliezer shoots the keylock then kicks open the gate. The prisoners begin flooding out into a small patch of woodland which ripples away from the sandy shore.

As the prisoners run along through the woodland, forming a tight group as they continue trying to get as far away from the prison camp. Eliezer begins having speculation over the entire escape,

"Wasn't that a bit too easy? I noticed there wasn't exactly anyone in the camp. No guards. No soldiers. The camp seemed empty." Eliezer mentions to Jinha.

"Maybe they were busy rounding up the rest of the prisoners—Hey, would you look at that." Jinha points towards a large clearing in the middle of the woodlands. Four massive fir trees are in the center of the clearing, with vines hanging off of them.

The prisoners are in awe at the trees' size. Eliezer looks at a large boulder near the edge of the clearing, so he sits down to catch his breath.

"We made it," Eliezer tells Jinha who walks up to him. "we actually made it."

Jinha opens his mouth to respond, but his eye turns to the bushes behind Eliezer.

The sound of a gun firing knocks Jinha down, he collapses onto the ground dramatically.

Eliezer jumps up off the rock, he aims the rifle Jinha gave him towards the bushes to counter-attack. But another gunshot comes from the bushes, knocking Eliezer to the ground.

Eliezer's head collapses into a patch of ferns. His body follows suit as it collapses into the ground of the clearing.

The last sounds heard are the sounds of machine guns firing.

OOC:

A Ravens Tale

Book 1: In Principio Erat Verbum

Book 2: Alpha and Omega

My story arc: A Ravens Tale, is split into separate books. The last part of Book 1 which was "Pulling an Escape".

Book 2 begins with the next post.

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"Non Omnis Moriar"

A hundred nights had passed. No night was greater than this.

The storm continued to shake the lighthouse, making it shake with rage as it stood still on top of the coastal cliff. Thunder roared and shook the earth with trembling howls. Water, color of dark blue-gray, rollers of the waves, dashed along the cliff side as it had done for centuries and generations. The tall cliffs provided the spacious look for the lighthouse during its days of use. Sailors, merchants, mercenaries, pilots; once all used this same lighthouse for guidance by its light. Now the lighthouse was dark and empty, its old and ancient lights now dim. No ships ever came. No maintenance ever occurred. The only friend of the lighthouse was the empty darkness and the howling wind.

The sky was yawning in a starless and moonless form. Rain poured down from the heavens, forming pools of water on the ground near the lighthouse, dark-gray water growing bigger by the hour.

Now though, two figures stood clashing in front of the lighthouse. One was decorated with a black uniform. The other had a brown leather jacket. Both had one thing in common, they had the Oceanic banner engraved on their uniform. They clashed. Fists flying. Rain pouring. Lightning in the distance. Both fighters were evenly matched. Hatred flashed in their eyes as a lightning strike hit the top of the lighthouse, sending sparks flying below them, which drowned in the rain.

"Your a good match," said the black-uniformed figure. "too bad we never could've worked together, Elias."

The two figures stood staring at each other. Neither had inflicted severe blows on the other so far. But that could change.

Elias pulls out a dagger from a pocket in his dark-brown pants, while keeping his gaze on his opponent.

"So are you Leuthen," Elias responds. "Too bad ill have to execute you right here. For treason."

Elias runs towards Leuthen, knife in hand, prepared to strike. Leuthen paces back a bit to allow Elias to get close. Elias lunges towards Leuthen's throat with his knife, allowing for Leuthen to use his left arm to grab Elias's hand and stop the lunge.

"Too slow," Leuthen smiles.

He swiftly has his right hand clenched in a fist swing towards Elias's face, knocking Elias with a powerful blow, allowing for Leuthen to loosen his grip. Elias also drops his knife in the process.

Leuthen's face shows a smile. His eyes flash with hatred as another strike of lightning hits the ocean waves from beyond the cliff area. "I respected you at one point, Elias." Leuthen laughs sadistically "It was a time when we both believed we we're right. When we both respected government—well you did—I believed you were my equal, people against the corruption that purges this world, hoping to make it better." Leuthen walks towards a stumbling and collapsed Elias. "But I was wrong about you. You're no better than the former president of Oceania, Willow Vinski. Wanting to hide her father's actions against the people of Oceania."

Elias whom was still on the ground looks back at Leuthen. Guilt flashes his eyes, memories fly, and sadness makes him move his head down. "I've done horrible things. That I can agree with. But me and Vinski have something in common. We would never betray our friends!" Elias leaps towards Leuthen, grappling both of his hands onto his neck, beginning to choke him.

Leuthen gasps for air, looking for something to grab onto. Immediately, his hand grabs something metallic, he swings his hand towards the thigh of Elias, slamming the object. Elias yells in fury as his dagger is plunged into his leg. This loosens his grip from Leuthen's throat, allowing Leuthen to kick Elias off.

"You betrayed General Nemo," Leuthen yells at Elias through the howling of the wind. "Don't think I never knew about that."

Leuthen saunters towards the groaning Elias. Dragging his arms towards the edge of the cliff. Elias tries to resist, but his attempts fail as his arms are unable to fight back, and his legs are weak.

"Goodbye," Leuthen bids farewell towards the weakened Elias.

The body of the brown-uniformed figure falls into the dark gray waters.

New diplomatic visa’s, and new embassy request forms have been made. I’ll be posting the EM and more information to follow.

Greater kopmakia

Kopmakia is like the culture and geography of Canada and America, but the foreign policy of Switzerland.

URA is currently holding its April elections and voting is in progress. We have two positions up for election this cycle Head of Elections and also a special election to fill the remainder of the Vice President's term that expires at the end of July. Please find the access to the ballot below. All residents of URA regions are eligible to vote. Please find the ballot here: https://forms.gle/xGRv4Pbtqagj2S2p9

United Region Alliance wrote:URA is currently holding its April elections and voting is in progress. We have two positions up for election this cycle Head of Elections and also a special election to fill the remainder of the Vice President's term that expires at the end of July. Please find the access to the ballot below. All residents of URA regions are eligible to vote. Please find the ballot here: https://forms.gle/xGRv4Pbtqagj2S2p9

Don’t forget to vote for our Chief Elder as VP for the URA!! Roleplay will be made a priority!!

Allangoria wrote:Good morning St Abby!!

Good Morning!

At least it is now where I live

Battle of Draganisia Part 1:

The Final Preparations

Draganisia Royal Palace.

The Palace shook as explosions rocked the entire city. Their defenses returned fire against the airship fleet but they knew they wouldn’t be able to hold out forever because of how huge the attackers fleet was.

“Our forces are holding but they need help.” Jake said as they looked at the battle maps in the Military HQ.

Jesse had an idea. “Makarov is building up his forces on the coast in a large staging area along the beach and in the agricultural fields there. If we take him out it might be enough to turn the battle in our favor.”

Jake. “How?”

Jesse continued. “Our forces are also gathering on the outskirts of the city in order to counter against them. You and I will lead the charge and take out Makarov once and for all along with anyone who tries to stop us. We are going to kill them all.”

Jake. “A streight up assault. Let’s do it."

Brian. "I am coming. I'm sure Mara will be there as well and so if she is than you two won't be enough to stop her. She is my sister... If anyone is going to stop her once and for all than it has to be me."

Jesse. "I don't care what you do to Mara but I swear that Makarov will die here no matter what. This ends now."

They all transformed into their Dragon forms and joined their forces on the outskirts of the city getting ready to attack Makarov's position. But none of them ever expected... That it would end like this.

Post self-deleted by Unanda.

Post self-deleted by Unanda.

Male Voice 1: 2 months ago, darkness has consumed the land. Humanity as we know it has ceased to be, turning into bloodthirsty Dark Dragons. Every nation has screeched to a stand still has entire populations have mutated. Men, women, and children... turned to monsters...

However, with Unanda's territory being mostly underwater, and her people being aquatic dragons, we've became virtually untouched by the disaster. Especially since the Dark Draganium wasn't able to reach our Republic, for it got taken by the waves.

But that doesn't mean we weren't affected. Ever since the world fell into darkness, we had to become self-sufficient in order to sustain the masses. For awhile it worked, but overtime it became obvious that we can't solely rely on aquatic crops and livestock; we need to be on land! When news broke out about a possible food shortage, Unandans began reaching for the surface to start an expansion of territory.

And then... The Dark Dragons had a new target. Reports of raids on both old and newly established farms began to circulate. This caused the people to panic, resulting in food to either being stock piled and/or rationed. The food shortage had become a reality, and those that didn't have enough began to steal.

It became abundantly clear that in order to sustain a massive underwater republic, we must expand on land; weather the people of fallen or stuggling nations like it or not.

Male Voice #2: Colonel Roland Dhamkan, I hate to interrupt your log, but your team is ready for deployment and they like it better if they don't wait.

Roland: Alright, I'm coming.

click!
_______________________________________________________

The Call for Justice

"Ever since the Blast of Walshitopia spanned across the surface, the world has fallen into total anarchy; nations ceasing to exist in seconds of exposure to the Dark Draganium. Reports beyond our borders say Draganisia is the last stronghold of St Abbaddon, a statement that if they were still alive, then it would be far from true.

We, the Unandai have remained mostly untouched until the Dark Dragons turned their sights on us, raiding us of valuable resources such as agricultural goods. I'm afraid this is only the beginning. Those Dark Dragons are more intelligent than previously anticipated, and soon I fear the worse.They may start taking other things like our weapons, power sources, and other valuable resources. It's high time that we strike back, and for Unanda to expand its land borders!

And more importantly bring down Makarov's terror once and for all!"

That was the speech given to Unandai army soldiers by the Premier of Unanda before their deployment. Everyone knew that the Dark Dragon infestation was no threat they've ever dealt with before. It was a combination of zombie apocalypse meets terrorism(OOC: that sounds like a B-movie).

Colonel Roland Dhamkan of the United People's Army(UPA), felt like there was more to this war than simply getting revenge and taking territory. He knew something was up, but can't quite get an inkling about it.

As he and his team rallied up for deployment, he couldn't help but wonder if there were any ulterior motives to fighting the Dark Dragons now. Was this simply an excuse to go on a colonial campaign? After all, territory is now fair game.
Or is this simply a hunch that the Dark Dragons themselves has something to hide?

Roland kept these thoughts to himself, not because he worried about consequences if there was any. He didn't want to spread distrust of the government among his soldier brothers. If there were any ulterior motives, it wouldn't matter in the end. The common goal right now is to keep Unanda safe and in one piece.

Many armies were told they fought for their people, but in reality it was for their fearing elder. Roland knew this, and he knew wars were mostly start from fear as opposed to fending off threats.

But in the end, it doesn't really matter. As long as his nation is safe, and hopefully nations outside of it, he has fulfilled his purpose: maintain peace.

Unanda wrote:

Male Voice 1: 2 months ago, darkness has consumed the land. Humanity as we know it has ceased to be, turning into bloodthirsty Dark Dragons. Every nation has screeched to a stand still has entire populations have mutated. Men, women, and children... turned to monsters...

However, with Unanda's territory being mostly underwater, and her people being aquatic dragons, we've became virtually untouched by the disaster. Especially since the Dark Draganium wasn't able to reach our Republic, for it got taken by the waves.

But that doesn't mean we weren't affected. Ever since the world fell into darkness, we had to become self-sufficient in oder to sustain the masses. For awhile it worked, but overtime it became obvious that we can't solely rely on aquatic crops and livestock; we need to be on land! When news broke out about a possible food shortage, Unandans began reaching for the surface to start an expansion of territory.

And then... The Dark Dragons had a new target. Reports of raids on both old and newly established farms began to circulate. This caused the people to panic, resulting in food to either being stock piled and/or rationed. The food shortage had become a reality, and those that didn't have enough began to steal.

It became abundantly clear that in order to sustain a massive underwater republic, we must expand on land; weather the people of fallen or stuggling nations like it or not.

Male Voice #2: Colonel Roland Dhamkan, I hate to interrupt your log, but your team is ready for deployment and they like it better if they don't wait.

Roland: Alright, I'm coming.

click!
_______________________________________________________

The Call for Justice

"Ever since the Blast of Walshitopia spanned across the surface, the world has fallen into total anarchy; nations ceasing to exist in seconds of exposure to the Dark Draganium. Reports beyond our borders say Draganisia is the last stronghold of St Abbaddon, a statement that if they were still alive, then it would be far from true.

We, the Unondate have remained mostly untouched until the Dark Dragons turned their sights on us, raiding us of valuable resources such as agricultural goods. I'm afraid this is only the beginning. Those Dark Dragons are more intelligent than previously anticipated, and soon I fear the worse.They may start taking other things like our weapons, power sources, and other valuable resources. It's high time that we strike back, and for Unanda to expand its land borders!

And more importantly bring down Makarov's terror once and for all!"

That was the speech given to Unandai army soldiers by the Premier of Unanda before their deployment. Everyone knew that the Dark Dragon infestation was no threat they've ever dealt with before. It was a combination of zombie apocalypse meets terrorism(OOC: that sounds like a B-movie).

Colonel Roland Dhamkan of the United People's Army(UPA), felt like there was more to this war than simply getting revenge and taking territory. He knew something was up, but can't quite get an inkling about it.

As he and his team rallied up for deployment, he couldn't help but wonder if there were any ulterior motives to fighting the Dark Dragons now. Was this simply an excuse to go on a colonial campaign? After all, territory is now fair game.
Or is this simply a hunch that the Dark Dragons themselves has something to hide?

Roland kept these thoughts to himself, not because he worried about consequences if there was any. He didn't want to spread distrust of the government among his soldier brothers. If there were any ulterior motives, it wouldn't matter in the end. The common goal right now is to keep Unanda safe and in one piece.

Many armies were told they fought for their people, but in reality it was for their fearing elder. Roland knew this, and he knew wars were mostly start from fear as opposed to fending off threats.

But in the end, it doesn't really matter. As long as his nation is safe, and hopefully nations outside of it, he has fulfilled his purpose: maintain peace.

For those that didn't notice, I had an issue with the flow of time in my RP. I initially wanted to do a flash back of a battle that already happened, where it would end with Roland exiting out into occupied Unandai territory as he puts his recorder away.
But seeing how I worded things I decided to scrap that.

Hopefully this will be the last time I edit posts I've made for awhile.

A hundred nights had passed. No night was greater than this.

The storm continued to shake the lighthouse, making it shake with rage as it stood still on top of the coastal cliff. Thunder roared and shook the earth with trembling howls. Water, color of dark blue-gray, rollers of the waves, dashed along the cliff side as it had done for centuries and generations. The tall cliffs provided the spacious look for the lighthouse during its days of use. Sailors, merchants, mercenaries, pilots; once all used this same lighthouse for guidance by its light. Now the lighthouse was dark and empty, its old and ancient lights now dim. No ships ever came. No maintenance ever occurred. The only friend of the lighthouse was the empty darkness and the howling wind.

The sky was yawning in a starless and moonless form. Rain poured down from the heavens, forming pools of water on the ground near the lighthouse, dark-gray water growing bigger by the hour.

Now though, two figures stood clashing in front of the lighthouse. One was decorated with a black uniform. The other had a brown leather jacket. Both had one thing in common, they had the Oceanic banner engraved on their uniform. They clashed. Fists flying. Rain pouring. Lightning in the distance. Both fighters were evenly matched. Hatred flashed in their eyes as a lightning strike hit the top of the lighthouse, sending sparks flying below them, which drowned in the rain.

"Your a good match," said the black-uniformed figure. "too bad we never could've worked together, Elias."

The two figures stood staring at each other. Neither had inflicted severe blows on the other so far. But that could change.

Elias pulls out a dagger from a pocket in his dark-brown pants, while keeping his gaze on his opponent.

"So are you Leuthen," Elias responds. "Too bad ill have to execute you right here. For treason."

Elias runs towards Leuthen, knife in hand, prepared to strike. Leuthen paces back a bit to allow Elias to get close. Elias lunges towards Leuthen's throat with his knife, allowing for Leuthen to use his left arm to grab Elias's hand and stop the lunge.

"Too slow," Leuthen smiles.

He swiftly has his right hand clenched in a fist swing towards Elias's face, knocking Elias with a powerful blow, allowing for Leuthen to loosen his grip. Elias also drops his knife in the process.

Leuthen's face shows a smile. His eyes flash with hatred as another strike of lightning hits the ocean waves from beyond the cliff area. "I respected you at one point, Elias." Leuthen laughs sadistically "It was a time when we both believed we we're right. When we both respected government—well you did—I believed you were my equal, people against the corruption that purges this world, hoping to make it better." Leuthen walks towards a stumbling and collapsed Elias. "But I was wrong about you. You're no better than the former president of Oceania, Willow Vinski. Wanting to hide her father's actions against the people of Oceania."

Elias whom was still on the ground looks back at Leuthen. Guilt flashes his eyes, memories fly, and sadness makes him move his head down. "I've done horrible things. That I can agree with. But me and Vinski have something in common. We would never betray our friends!" Elias leaps towards Leuthen, grappling both of his hands onto his neck, beginning to choke him.

Leuthen gasps for air, looking for something to grab onto. Immediately, his hand grabs something metallic, he swings his hand towards the thigh of Elias, slamming the object. Elias yells in fury as his dagger is plunged into his leg. This loosens his grip from Leuthen's throat, allowing Leuthen to kick Elias off.

"You betrayed General Nemo," Leuthen yells at Elias through the howling of the wind. "Don't think I never knew about that."

Leuthen saunters towards the groaning Elias. Dragging his arms towards the edge of the cliff. Elias tries to resist, but his attempts fail as his arms are unable to fight back, and his legs are weak.

"Goodbye," Leuthen bids farewell towards the weakened Elias.

The body of the brown-uniformed figure falls into the dark gray waters.

A Lost Soul

He stood walking through the woods. The search had not yet finished. Where was he? Eliezer came across a clearing, beautiful, with bloomings of flowers. Bees hovered and buzzed as they flew around the flowers bringing their pollen. Boulders were situated at the edges of the clearing, covered with moss and surrounded by ferns. Eliezer had never seen such a beautiful sight. The sunset streamed down from the branches of trees above, streaming Eliezer's black hair in a bright shine. The illumination of the sun brought a beautiful sense of peace and happiness.

But in the blink of an eye, the entire scene changed. Eliezer saw it in a heartbeat. There were bodies, motionless and rotten, flies surrounded them, maggots sucked on the eyes. Eliezer turned away, nearly vomiting with disgust. He attempted to run away, but his feet were glued to the ground; so he felt. He couldn't move his legs, they were stuck, gripped, and glued. He pulled with all of his might, strength, energy. But it was worthless.

He saw something towards him. The dark-black uniform of a soldier, carrying a machine gun in his hand.

*BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!*

"Ahh!" Eliezer jumped from the nightmare. His head felt dizzy as if he'd bumped his head on something hard, but he couldn't be sure about it.

He looked around and stared. Noticing the dark white color of the walls around him, the hospital bed he was in, the medical gear that was around him, and throughout the room. He knew he'd been asleep for a long time. He just didn't know how long.

*Creak!* The door of the room opened in front of Eliezer. A male medic walked into the room, his green uniform showing him as a soldier.

Eliezer gave a sigh of relief. He wasn't stuck in an Anarchist facility.

"Had a nice rest?" The medic walks toward Eliezer, examining the gear around the bed, as well as examining the injuries. Eliezer doesn't respond. "I know what you're going to ask; however, I can't tell you much except that the Admiral wants to see you."

Eliezer was confused. Admiral? Eliezer had speculations this could be the Rowandale remnants. The ships he's been looking for this entire journey, and what got him in bad shape.

For the next four hours, different doctors and nurses came to examine Eliezer. They gave him a green uniform to wear, which was the same uniform worn by the first medic that Eliezer saw. Eliezer put on the uniform in one of the bathroom stalls in the medical hall. Since he had already guessed he was on a ship, he wasn't surprised when they escorted him across the ship through the deck. He saw the blue waves lapping at the naval ship he was on. The rays of the sun slammed brightly across the blue-clear waters, emitting a beautiful sight. The rays reminded Eliezer of his nightmare. He shuddered at the reminder of his terrifying vision.

Arriving at the front of the ship, he was escorted down several stairs which advance inside the ship. When they reach the bottom of the stairs they come to face with a hall going forward. One of the two soldiers opens a wooden door at the end of the hall, then stands guard. The other soldiers move Eliezer into the room and stand guard outside. They close the door as Eliezer enters.

Eliezer looks at his surroundings; no windows, pure concrete, no desk. There were only two chairs. One for the Admiral and one for him. There was currently nobody else in the room, so he just sits down on the chair to pass the time. He whistles, it feels nearly like an eternity. But soon the door creaks with the sound of a visitor.

Eliezer stares at the chair in front of him, not bothering to look back at who the person is. He knows exactly whom he is meeting.

"Welcome to the battleship Tau." The voice rings from behind him.

The Admiral walks towards the chair where she is to sit. Eliezer takes a good look at the visitor. A gray uniformed woman, officer cap on top, several naval badges patched on her uniform, and a long strand of brown hair falling from behind her cap. Thats strange. Eliezer wasn't sure if the naval officers of Rowandale used buns at all, or if this Admiral was just breaking her old code. She had olive skin, brown eyes, and the face of someone being a veteran of several battles. They seemed stern; so it seemed.

She sits down. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions," She hands Eliezer a photo. "Which I'll be happy to answer."

Eliezer grabs the photo and examines it. It's a photo of the littered bodies of the clearing. The prisoners. Jinha. Eliezer's corpse. . .

"Did anyone else survive?"

"No." She responds grimly. "It was just you. We found you barely breathing. There was a large sounding of alarms from the dockyard. We sent a couple of scouts on some dinghies. They searched for hours and hid for hours, but eventually found the entire dockyard empty. They followed the route you and the other prisoners took, and found your bodies, took photos, and brought you back."

She stops for a bit to let Eliezer examine the photo further. "Our doctor said you got shot twice in the left arm. Two shots in the center of your body, which avoided major organs. Your friends and prisoners took the major hits, however. The doctor said you hit yourself on a boulder when you collapsed. You probably have a headache."

Eliezer finishes looking at the photo. His mood and emotion drop into deep sadness. Jinha dead. His fellow prisoners dead. It's as if he had been cursed by Bahamut to remain alive to suffer. He had started this mission with enthusiasm, but he messed up by coming here.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Eliezer asks.

"Four days." The Admiral responds. "We noticed your uniform was patched with the Draganisian symbol. It's semi why the others decided to extract you when they found you still breathing."

As Eliezer is about to ask another question, an officer walks into the room.

"Admiral, you're needed at the starboard."

She looks at the officer and nods. She turns to Eliezer as she is about to leave with the officer out of the room. "We'll finish this conversation tomorrow. What's your name?"

"Eliezer." He responds. "Eliezer Alexander, from Oceania. I was enlisted by the Draganisians. . .its a long story."

"Well alright, Mr. Eliezer." The Admiral responds. "You can call me Admiral Tau."

She walks out of the room. Eliezer turns back to the empty chair in front of him.

"I hope I don't end up becoming stuck and confined to this ship for the rest of my existence." He mutters.

He'd found the Rowandale remnants, but he wasn't excited or enthusiastic. He didn't feel happiness. Jinha was gone. Helena and Snake Man were out of reach. Eliezer's instinct was to try and find a way off this ship to head back to the moorland, but he knew it was unlikely. He had no idea where he was. For all he knew, he could be in the middle of the Rowandale Sea.

Eliezer is escorted into a small cabin in the medical hallway. He's given a tray of food along with a tin cup of bottled water. But he doesn't eat. He slumps onto the bed to feel miserable over himself.

His vow to Jinha felt worthless. He hoped his friend would have made it through the prison unharmed. However, this never happened; instead, all the prisoners and Jinha were dead because of a trap set by the Anarchists.

Eliezer rubs his right hand along his left arm. He touches the hard tracker which was worthless now, embedded in his skin. No aid was ever going to come from them anytime soon.

He fell into exhaustion and fell asleep.

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