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| [OPEN] The Last Stand; Continued from: The Invasion of Vandinium | |
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| Vandinium | Mar 22 2016, 04:50 AM Post #1 |
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---------------------------March, 21st 2018-------------------------------- --------------------------Falskaar Province, Cessius City, Above-Ground Command Center, 7:31AM--------- Footsteps rang through the hallways, echoing for what seemed like forever, the triple-thick bunker over the command center was an older model, and echos went on for about a mile... the walls still adorned with the old Imperial flag along with it's motto: 'Fight for what you believe is right', all written in Gothic font, all slightly smeared. Frederick himself was pacing, back and forth, just outside the busy command center, his own thoughts not fully collected as of yet that day. He took a moment for himself, a quick prayer to the gods, should they be looking over him, and to his father, whom he hoped was looking out for him, and he made his appearance into the command center, standing tall, proud and with a straight face, trying to remain stoic in his situation. He stood near the main console and looks over at Magnus. "Couldn't get sleep either?.." He spoke with an air of authority, every seat filled around them with a man or woman with a headset on, speaking whenever there was a request or a squad to organize. A woman comes running up to Frederick and holds over a mug of heated tea, he nods towards her and takes it, sipping away at it... before looking out at the monitors, the city outside made of concrete, sweat, snow, mud, bunkers, and soldiers.. old Katari monuments strut around, all virtually untouched by time, soldiers trained harder than they were before, new legionnaires pour in every day, expert soldiers with the best equipment money and experience can buy. He turns to Magnus again. "It's almost time.... Almost.. been a harsh winter, and a harsher resistance." He sips more of the tea before placing it down. "Magnus, I'm honestly not cut out for this military shit... logistics, management, and attrition, I'm good with that, but commanding troops, I will never be as good as Cessius." He beats up on himself for a moment before returning straight up. "I'm confident with my generals to win their battles..." Edited by Vandinium, Mar 22 2016, 05:25 AM.
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| Hawkwick | Apr 4 2016, 11:41 PM Post #11 |
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--------------------------March 26th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Vantakatari, Occupied Vandinium, 5:11PM-------------------------- ”What the fuck was that?” Evelyn Jensen stood up from the table suddenly, pushing it over into the wall and Adler. The most recent set of gunshots weren’t executions, nor were they some sort of Altic scare tactic. She turned to Adler, who was mildly annoyed at getting shoved by the table. ”It’s probably nothing. Just anoth-” He stopped. The gunshots started again. Automatic weapons fire, overlapping with itself. Different shooters. Different targets. The occasional high-power rifle. ”Fuck me. Pack your stuff. We might need to run soon.” Adler’s brow furrowed, and he grabbed the files from the desk, trying to fold them up and fit them in his pocket. Theyt consisted mostly of Altic intelligence on Vandiniumite operations, international interests in Vandinium, detailed plans on future Altic operations, or Wvyvern Network connection codes. It was a surprisingly short list, but it was still a list, and it was still classified information. Evelyn went over to get her bag. It was mostly food and clothes, anything she managed to bring over from the Revenant. ”Gods fucking damn it! Even Erik fucking Matterhorn had better luck than I do with this shit. What is this, the third warzone I’ve stumbled into?” she told Adler, venting her frustration as she got her .45 out. Adler reached for the utility vest hanging from the wall, and turned to say something to Evelyn. She never heard it. When the shock wore off, they were both on the ground, covered in dust. The wall facing the outside of the building was gone, blown away by some high-explosive. Adler was unconscious, clutching the papers in one hand and his gun in the other. Evelyn didn’t particularly care for him. But those papers might just be the one thing that could keep her alive in the future. She crawled over to his unconscious body, and pried the papers out of his hand, shoving them into her pocket, before stumbling to her feet and jumping out through the caved in wall. The plaza was a mess, but still under Altic control. Up near the archway, the roadblock was firing at something. Two more craters dotted the central plaza. The air radar that had been set up in the center was collapsed. She jumped out and ran for the edge of the plaza, passing right past the first guardpost. An Altic from behind the roadblock shoved in front of her, grabbing her shoulder. He probably thought she was going to desert. Which wasn’t far from the truth. ”Missus, where the fuck you going?” He shouted. She really didn’t have time for this right now. And since she wasn’t attached to the military in any way, she had no obligation to be here, either. Her hand went around her pistol, and she shoved it into his stomach. ”Not here.” She fired four shots and the man dropped like a stone. Somehow, nobody noticed. Too busy fighting...whoever they were fighting. Evelyn took a second to reflect on her luck before running out past the roadblock, trying to shake the blood of of her pistol, and wipe it off her face. Someone had thrown a smoke grenade, so she used the cover to barge straight through the first door she found, finally getting in on the third try. She was greeted with a rather old Vandiniumite man aiming a bayonetted bolt-action rifle at her. With a yell, he shot and charged forward, missing her completely and stabbing his bayonet straight through the door, an inch away from her face. She struck him in the face and kicked his knee out with a crunch. ”Sorry, mate!” she called back towards him. She wasn’t going to kill this man. After all, the Altics did have it coming, with the way they’d treated the city. She kicked the back door to the man’s house open, sprinting outside into the opposite street. Another bullet flew past her face, and the shock made her stumble. The particular street she had gotten out on was loaded with what appeared to be Vandiniumite resistance fighters. They all raised their weapons when they saw her. She couldn’t run. ”Hey! Heyheyhey! Wait, wait! We can talk this out, right?” she shouted towards them frantically. The commander of the rebels turned to her men. Something was off about her. Evelyn recognized her. She was an Altic Lieutenant General. Or...she had been. Her picture was on the recruitment posters, and yet, here she was, leading enemy forces. ”...what the fuck?” she murmured in amazement, dropping her pistol and putting her hands on her head. ”Kill her. the former General said. Her men cocked their weapons. ”Holy shit! Wait! I have DRAGON files! They’re on me! I know what they know!” The former General smirked. ”Do you?” she paused, looking up and down the street to check for possible contact. ”Well, it’s your lucky day, then.” Evelyn felt a gun butt connect with the back of her head. Everything after that was a haze. --------------------------April 4th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Above-Ground Command Center, Cessius City, Falskaar Province, 11:21AM-------------------------- Ava Ulfbert entered the control room, searching for her husband. Finding him at his usual spot, she spoke up as she approached. “You know…” she paused momentarily, smirking a little. “You could just call it Operation Blutmeer. It’s cleaner.” She strolled up, closer to Fredrick, and dropped some papers on his console. “That’s everyone Mag could get together for the Royalists.” She said. “Almost ten thousand. Either in the AU, or on their way here. Plus Brody, and Wulfar, and Schieffer.” She paused. “And speaking of General Schieffer, she did successfully defect to the Royalist cause in Vantakatari, which means we did take the city. So, yay. ” She said, straight-faced, brushing her arm up against Fredrick. She turned around to leave, stopping in her tracks after remembering something. ”Oh...she also captured a high value target. DRAGON Operative. Daughter of some Old Hawkwickan politician. She’s apparently on your old list of notable persons, so, I thought you might be..er...interested." Edited by Hawkwick, Apr 4 2016, 11:41 PM.
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| Vandinium | Apr 16 2016, 06:55 PM Post #12 |
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--------------------------April 4th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Above-Ground Command Center, Cessius City, Falskaar Province, 11:23AM-------------------------- Fredrick had a moment to himself to think, having out a touch-pad.. slowly doodling something while he was off in thought, the moment she approached and spoke he almost shot up at being thrown out of his concentration. He quickly exits out of the program and clears his throat before offering a smile. "Blutmeer?... I should consult you for names for now on; all the generals like to use ridiculously long names for these operations." He takes a few steps closer to her. He turns to look at the papers, glancing over paper after paper every few moments. "Good... good.. if we hit the Union hard enough with this operation we can push into Hawkwick with the Royalists in the lead." He looks up and offers a smile. "Yay indeed." He took a step and wraps his arms around her for a moment. "Not going to lie, wouldn't be able to get this far without you." He tightens his grip for a moment and gives her a peck on the cheek. "When we get through this we're going to be taking a vacation, wherever you want to go." He makes a promise before letting go of her. As Ava turns to leave Fredrick went back down to the papers, looking across every new asset he has at his disposal. Fredrick listens as his wife turns to speak to him, still looking down at the papers. When he hears the word DRAGON his ear twitches and he looks slightly up, upon hearing that it was a girl, and hearing she was on the 'old list' he stands up straight and leaves the papers. "Where is she?..." he turns to Face Ava. "If you're talking about who I think you're talking about..." He phases off as Fredrick turns to an intelligence officer. "Quincy, check the camps for a POW by the name of Evelyn Jensen, this is a critical asset that needs to be escorted with the utmost care, she is to be taken alive and to be taken here immediately, shut down all security checks for this, I need to see her immediately, do you copy?" Quincy stands to Salute. "Sir yes sir!" He darts off to a different part of the room to bark out orders. --------------------------March 26th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Remote Outpost, Occupied Vandinium, 5:21PM-------------------------- The Legionary pour out of every openings they could, and if there weren't enough openings the opened up some more with a mixture of detonation charges, airstrikes, and armored support. As they were trained the Veterans poured through first with their heavy shields held up almost in a riot police style fallowed by a stream of soldiers with modern armor over newer battle armors and 'skins'. The Legionary had to trudge through mud and a mixture of blood to really get into the outpost. A veteran legionary sees an Altic soldier with his pistol raised before heaving over his own shield, and raising his rifle, and quickly switching the mode to use shotgun shells, most of the blast missed from the rain, wind, and focus of the battle but it did hit the soldier's shoulder like a mule. The veteran turns, lining his shield up with two other veterans, blasting firing through the remaining soldiers, only sparing those whom fully surrender, Sev barely got much into the fight, only getting in when the remaining soldiers were surrendering. He lets out a slightly angry huff as the centurions quickly motions their forces to get back into their APCs to continue the advance, the soldiers ahead already took the next two outposts and were already blitzing into the next town over. Prisoners were left with garrison forces.. Dom being one of those prisoners, being dragged into a small field hospital with wounded already lined up. He would have to wait his turn it seems... |
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| Wahland | Apr 29 2016, 02:56 AM Post #13 |
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--------------------------April 19th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Heimar-Maddoma Border, Near the Sumpfland Valley, 10:15PM-------------------------- The ten man team lay quietly on the mountain side peering through their high power optics at the large facility below. Mallorie, equipped with a standard pair of binoculars, could see through an upstairs window into a server room of a large building. She tried to identify the type of servers the base used so she could access it even faster. As she peered through the scope, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead from the trek into the AO. The team had been inserted via HALO jump, and had to traverse about 5 km through the rough mountainous terrain. Mallorie was in shape, but it had been years since she had made that kind of hike, and she struggled slightly to keep up with the team. Just as she had finally caught her breath, the team leader signaled that they were ready to move again. Two members stayed behind, perched on the mountain in ghillie suits with high powered sniper rifles. As the team neared the barbed wire fence, they stopped in a small grove of bushes before they were in the sight of the watchtowers. The team leader held up his watch and gave a signal. Two barely-audible cracks echoed and the two silhouettes in the towers dropped. The team leader hit a button on his watch, they had ten-minutes to break into the network before Wyvern alerted the base. The team broke into a sprint toward the fence. As Mallorie ran, she could feel the stiffness in her knees, as they buckled for a second and she stumbled, only to be caught by one of the operators behind her, picking her up onto her feet again. The masked man nodded to her and kept walking without a word, the bastard sword clanking on his side marking him as a Hawkwickan. As they reached the fence another operator pulled out a pair of bolt cutters and cut into the fence, creating a small hole they could crawl through. Once through, they ran to a large pallet of cargo boxes marked with a large “Vokun”, which looked over the large building in front of them. Two operators dispatched the guards in front of the building, and they sprinted toward the building again, coming to a halt in front of a large hardened steel door. Mallorie, pulled out a small tablet and hooked into the keypad of the door. With only a few button taps the small red light on the keypad turned to green and a loud click could be heard as the door unlocked. The team lead cracked open the door, searching for any guards inside, as the rest of the team stacked up. With a tap on the shoulder, they each entered one by one, soft thuds echoing through the room as they dispatched the guards inside with precision. Once inside they were presented with a long hallway, security stations on both sides. Mallorie was the last to enter, armed with a .45 caliber pistol, she could see three bodies crumpled on the floor, a pool of blood forming around them. The team leader waved his hand at Mal and pointed to one of the computers at the checkpoint. Mallorie nodded and walked over. She took a moment to familiarize herself with the system, before she began shutting systems down. Locks, lights, and cameras began going down one by one. After a few moments she gave a thumbs up and they began moving quickly towards a staircase at the end of the hall. At each door, two man teams would break off and clear the rooms, the occasional small flash and thud as the operators systematically dispatched the soldiers and contractors in the building. They quickly worked their way to the top floor before reaching the server room. They entered the room and the operators fired several shots, killing the two server technicians inside. Mallorie entered, the familiar buzz of the machinery comforting her. She spotted a maintenance terminal and walked over, pulling a small device from a pouch and hooking it into the system. Just as she was about to begin duplicating the system, she heard the sound of boots and she looked to her left as a Union soldier rounded the corner. She dropped to the floor pulling out her pistol and unloading it toward the soldier. She kept firing until the click of slide indicated the mag was empty. Several shots ripped through the room, striking some of the servers and wall, the rest ripping through the man’s body before he could even react. He collapsed to the floor dead, and Mallorie laid on the floor frozen in time, trying to process that she had just taken a human life for the first time. Hundreds of thoughts raced through her head in only a few seconds. She thought about the man she had killed, probably an innocent pawn in a brutal war, she thought about his family back home, and all the lives she had just affected by killing him. Finally, she snapped out of it as two hands picked her up to her feet and brushed her off. She turned to the operator as he gave her a pat and pointed to the computer terminal. She gathered her thoughts and went back to work. She picked up the small device and tapped away, the main terminal screen flashed as thousands of lines of code and data scrolled across the screen. A click on the intercom distracted her, followed by what sounded like a low growl. One of the operators in the room checked the corners. “What..the hell?”. The growl wasn’t a growl, though. It was a laugh. “Morons!” chuckled the voice of Jorik Narheim. A chill ran down Mallorie's spine. A rumble and a huge bang emanated through the building, the team found themselves on the ground a moment later, metal chunks and bricks raining down from the air. Mallorie couldn’t even get herself back up before a large metal girder landed on her left arm, pinning her to the ground. The alarm was blaring now. Mallorie’s eardrums felt as though they had burst, and all she could hear was a high pitched ringing as she cried out in pain and screamed for help. The other operators all scrambled to their feet and ran for the door, unable to hear her cries for help. The ringing finally subsided as an operator, having seemingly come out of nowhere, crouched to help her. “Mal!” said the man, pulling down his mask. “Think I’d ever leave you out of my sight for this long?” said Magnus, trying to keep his wife calm as he went over to the girder and tried desperately to lift it. The explosion had started a fire, and it was getting close. Smoke had begun filling the room. “Fuck! I-I can’t move this piece of shit, Mal! You still with me?” he asked, giving her a hard nudge to make sure she hadn’t passed out. Mal had already begun to fall into shock, “I can’t...I can’t feel my arm.” she tried as hard as she could to yank it out, but she was exhausted. “Damn it!” cursed Magnus, looking around to see the wall behind him collapse from the flames. “Gods damn it all!” he said, looking back to Mal and unsheathing his sword, giving it a twirl to get the oil off and prevent it from catching on fire before kneeling down next to Mallorie. “Mal! Mal! Listen to me!” he yelled. “Gods…” he mumbled to himself very quickly. “It...it won’t hurt! It won’t hurt Mal, but I gotta do this.” Mal looked down at her arm, she could feel the heat of the fire starting to blister her skin, and she accepted her fate. “Do it.” she replied, wincing her eyes, and biting her bottom lip. Magnus twirled the blade again, shouting and bringing it down onto Mal’s arm below her shoulder in one swift motion. He had a strange feeling of deja vu, having already done a similar thing to that hell-bitch a year before. Mal screamed out in pain, looking down at her severed arm. One of the operators rushed back into the room staying crouched down low. “Hey! We gotta leave! Now!” he called out. Mag felt the heat on his back, turning the ‘loaned’ gear he was wearing hot, and he quickly picked up Mal with both of his arms, leaving the already scorching-hot Ulfbert blade on the ground as he rushed out. The operator’s uncovered eyes went wide as he saw Magnus had been one of the people that had accompanied him. Magnus picked her up in his arms, and began carrying her out. “Wait!” She yelled, Magnus paused as she pointed toward the still intact terminal, her small device on the ground. Magnus knelt down and she snatched it up, “Hey, maaate! We should go!” the operator yelled towards Magnus, motioning towards the door, in order to lead them out. The hallway outside was already engulfed in flames, and pieces of the ceiling came crashing down. The operator lead Mag down the stairs to the bottom floor, where he used the butt of his rifle to smash a window out. He hopped through and quickly helped Mag out. As he rushed toward the rest of the team, a Union truck came rolling up, and the operator began firing into it. “GO! I’ll cover you!” He yelled as he erratically sprayed the truck with his assault rifle, killing most of it’s occupants, before turning to follow them. Magnus ran toward the hole in the fence, a trail of blood left behind him. As he made his way through the fence and into the thick woods, Mallorie looked up at him, she slid the small device into a pocket on his jacket before falling unconscious, her body becoming limp. --------------------------April 20th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------SPAR Center, Blackhorn Command, Hawkwick, 10:23AM.-------------------------- Jorik Narheim quickly read over the reports that were coming in, sighing loudly. The empty SPAR center had seen Matterhorn’s death and now it saw the men who caused it again. This was likely Markus’ first time in the SPAR Center since the coup. Now it was eerily empty, rarely used for meetings.”Markus.” Narheim addressed the Kaiser, trying to get his attention. ”That bitch. Schieffer. Lieutenant General Mira Schieffer. She defected and took Vantakatari with her. Damn Vandiniumites launched a concurrent counteroffensive, and the Royalists seem to have joined up with them. Wulfar hasn’t been showing up for Parliament. I’d wager he’s defected as well. And Reinhart disappeared from Japao, as did his brat in Vantakatari, along with DRAGON intel on every bloody troop movement we had planned for the next two months. Your brother has severed all ties. And your sister was just involved in a raid here, which I tried to stop, and she still made away with the Wyvern network access codes. We can’t hold Vandinium at this rate. Not all of it.” The anger grew on Markus’ face, a vein bulging from his forehead. “Fucking traitors. If they wish to join the Vandiniumite scum, they will die like Vandiniumite scum. This must stop. I want you to send a clear message that any thoughts of defection will not be tolerated. Narheim raised an eyebrow. ”And how would I go about doing that?” Markus glared down Narheim, “Kill them. I want you to weed out anyone who might be thinking of defecting, and execute them. Round up their subordinates and make them watch, only then will they understand that any disloyalty will bring about a swift death.” Narheim nodded. ”You do realize what you are ordering me to do? This won’t be a popular decision, Markus. I hope you know that.” he explained quietly. “We have no choice!” Markus shouted. “We will never destroy the Vandiniumites without unwavering loyalty. They made an oath to me, and now they dare to break it? They brought this upon themselves.” he continued. Narheim stared straight through Markus. It was time for a reality check. ”Oath or no oath! You have to think about the future! And our future, the one that we spent months designing, the one that has taken a thousand deaths and more hours of sleep from both of us than can be counted, that future is just not possible if your entire bloody army hates you! Do you think anyone likes seeing their friends die, regardless of their political views? This isn’t just their lives, Markus. This is Elisia’s life, this is Rose’s life, and this is your life at stake here. Every day I get reports of more people fleeing into Solaria or across Maddoma into Vandinium, to join the bloody Royalists! Protests outside Parliament every day, tens of thousands of people! Even your sister and your damned brother are against you now! If we do this, we do this on my terms. I will make the Union bend to our will, but I will not sacrifice our military’s integrity doing it, and I will not put any of our lives at stake for it.” Markus stared blankly at Narheim, any logical thoughts he had were gone weeks ago. All he could see was red, his illogical hate for Vandinium blinding all his thoughts. “Then declare martial law. Get Weszterberg to put DRAGON operatives in every crevice of society. The people are blind and soft, it is us, those who have seen the horrors, who must guide them.” he said. Narheim smacked his lips together, contemplating the decision. After a while he slowly nodded. ”And guide them we shall.” Edited by Hawkwick, Apr 29 2016, 02:59 AM.
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| Hawkwick | Apr 29 2016, 02:58 AM Post #14 |
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--------------------------April 15th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------250 km South of Vantakatari, Vandinium, 6:24AM-------------------------- Evelyn Jensen’s eyes fluttered open only to find darkness. For the past nine days she’d been in a prisoner of war camp, thrown into some dark cell, alone, and occasionally given bad rations to eat. But nobody had come to her. They’d taken the DRAGON documents off of her, and left her to rot with every other Union soldier. Typical. She sighed to herself, closing her eyes again and turning the other way in her bunk. But not even a moment later, a loud bang on her door opened them again. General Mira Schieffer entered the dark cell, motioning for one of her men to turn the light on. A masked guard wearing old woodland camouflage reached his hand around the door and hit a switch, flooding the room with light and a satisfying click and buzz. Schieffer took a step forward, looking over her prisoner. Evelyn looked back up at her imposing figure with dilated grey eyes. She was wearing some bastardized version of an old HARM uniform. ”Sorry I took so long.” she said, rubbing her eye, looking almost bored. She grabbed the chair from the small metal desk in the cell, pulling it up next to Evelyn with a loud screech before sitting down on it again. ”What do you want?” asked Evelyn. The general pulled some documents out of her coat and quickly skimmed them. ”Your DRAGON files proved to be quite interesting to the Emperor.” lied Schieffer. ”Ah, you work for Fredrick now? Did you know he’s a prick? she asked the General. Schieffer raised an eyebrow. ”What, no-no-no, I serve Magnus. The High King.” she asserted. Evelyn nodded once, still drowsy. ”Ah, so you’re an idealist, then? Schieffer sighed. ”No, I’m a royalist. And I assure you, we’re more than an idea.” she told Evelyn in an almost nagging manner. Evelyn had heard the same talk before from her father and from Matterhorn and from Hellhorn. But it had all just become white-noise in her head. She just didn’t care anymore. ”Look, spare me your royalist shit, now what the hell do you wan-” she stopped, interrupted. ”I will. Emperor Fredrick has requested a certain Evelyn Jensen see him immediately. That’s you, isn’t it? You’re much more than a random occurrence, it seems. Pack your things. --------------------------April 16th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Above-Ground Command Center, Cessius City, Falskaar Province, 11:23AM-------------------------- The gates opened and James Brody stepped out into the snowy courtyard, followed by King Magnus. ”Haha, yeah, they’re coming along quite nicely, if I do say so myself, my lord.” Magnus nodded in approval, stopping in front of the troops they were speaking of. ”Oh, for the love of the gods, call me Magnus, Jim. No need to formal with me, you’re not a politician.” he told Brody, looking over the new uniforms his men were wearing. The entire formation was composed of only the commanding officers of every major unit in the area. But they didn’t need every soldier to be here when they could be off fighting. This gesture was symbolic at best. The soldiers kneeled when they saw him. ”Soldiers of the king! You have been called here today to swear fealty to me! Do you swear to serve Hawkwick and the Dragon Throne until your last breath?” he asked the crowd, his voice booming through the courtyard. ”Yes, your majesty! their voices echoed back. Magnus had a grin on his face. ”Do you swear to uphold all of the laws of our esteemed High Kingdom until your last breath?” he asked the kneeling soldiers. ”Yes, your majesty! their voices resonated. ”Then rise again as Knights of Hawkwick! And know that your promise will not be in vain!. The men rose to their feet. Magnus turned to Brody and his grin grew wider. --------------------------April 20th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Above-Ground Command Center, Cessius City, Falskaar Province, 1:23PM------------------------- Evelyn jumped off of the Vandiniumite truck, two guards in tow. ”This way, please.” said one of the soldiers. On their way south Schieffer had taken a brief stop and handed her over to Vandiniumite forces. Now they were at what appeared to be a large concrete bunker converted into some sort of command center, or something similar to it. One of the soldiers grabbed her arm lightly. She knew what it meant. At the drop off she tried to beat the shit out of some of Schieffer’s soldiers to no avail. And she supposed that these men wouldn’t want her to try to kill Fredrick when she saw him. Which was something she desperately wanted to do. That man had taken everything from her. She remembered how he had grabbed her father by the neck at that river, how he had stood and watched as Blackwatch started that destructive war. He was, to her, just as responsible for the whole northern quagmire, and by extension, every friend she had lost since, as Treven had been. But Fredrick had done something else. He had broken her heart, all those years ago, when their fathers were friends and Nevthronia was at peace. They were stupid teenagers. She thought he still acted like one. She was led into a decently furnished room, passing by six sets of Vandiniumites and a whole Royalist patrol on the way there. One of the soldiers motioned for her to sit down, before going to stand at attention on either side of her. Waiting for Fredrick. Her heart was racing. Another dangerous situation, that, in this case, and this case only, had the potential to be extremely awkward as well. Edited by Hawkwick, Apr 29 2016, 03:01 AM.
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| Artstotszka | Jun 3 2016, 02:42 AM Post #15 |
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The Royal Palace, Paradizna, Aurora, Artsotszka, 5/19/18 2:50 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the dark of night enveloped the Palace, most people had retired for the evening, and aside from the occasional clerk or cleaner, almost no one roamed the halls. If it weren’t for the ever watchful eye of the Praetorians, you might think the place was deserted. Which of course, was exactly how Annalise preferred it. She sat quietly at her desk, clad in a simple, yet plain, blue robe. While she enjoyed wearing her armor (it gave off quite the powerful image, and it gave her a much more modest appearance compared to most other Monarchs), it would be damn near impossible to sit down in an office chair wearing the stuff. And unless someone challenged her to a duel at 2AM, she doubted she’d need it anyway. The desk was a cluttered mess; Her stack of letters were bundled together in one corner. Her family's ancestral sword, Winter's Wake, was leaning up against the side, and the rest of the desk space was covered by folders haphazardly strewn about that covered a multitude of topics; Vandiniumite advances against the Altics, New Takorra’s latest referendum results, Admiral Bazenhov’s last report from Japao, etc. It probably wasn’t a very good habit, but her working so late (or early?) was hardly a new occurrence. She’d tried to sleep many times, but her mind still raced with questions and concerns. So here she was, looking at page after page of intel and news. Troubling reports were coming in from Vandinium; the chances of a Vandiniumite counter invasion of Heimar looked more and more likely each day. She supposed that perhaps she could ask the Maddomanians to revoke access, but they were unstable enough as is. The Altic Union was suffering setback after setback, and the reports of Hawkwickan rebels fighting in Vandinium concerned her greatly. If the war continued like this then they might actually gain traction amongst the Hawkwickans, and a Vandiniumite puppet in Hawkwick was in no way acceptable. Fredrick had always been a snake, though whether he was a Rattlesnake or a Garden snake had yet to be clear. On the one hand he was stupid enough to sire a bastard child and sail an invasion fleet straight into Artstotszkan waters; If it hadn’t been for her orders, he would’ve drowned at sea like most of his men. And as amusing as his Amnesiatic state had been, she could barely stand the man. THIS was supposed to be an Emperor? Sending him back to Cessius had been a smart move, since everywhere he went he made things fall apart. And yet, he seemed to be growing into his role now. He had rallied his people into fighting back against the invading Altics, and their progress was remarkable. The ease of which the people of Vandinium accepted him was nothing short of unnerving, and reminded her more of a bunch of cultists instead of countrymen. And as much as she hated to think about it, he had something to hold over her. After the attack on his palace, she had almost ordered his assassination; While she had faith in Samuel surviving a few measly bullets, It was by pure luck that Isabella came out of the attack unscathed. And then, despite her mistrust of the ‘Boy-Emperor’, Samuel chose to travel with him, guarding the lab project of an assassin that had attacked them. And so, for the last few months she knew that Fredrick could kill him at any moment; after all, Artstotszka and Vandinium have never been civil with each other, ever since the days of Cessius and Ausmi. Samuel still wrote her often, and while it helped calm her nerves, she couldn’t help but feel lonely. Maybe if Samuel were here she wouldn’t be doing paperwork at 2AM. Either way, she knew that she’d have to deal with Vandinium soon. A Hawkwickan puppet government under Fredrick’s influence was unacceptable, doubly so if he tried to do the same with Heimar too. There weren’t many options for her though, even if she invaded the AU unilaterally. Heimar was in a tough spot. Of the Albrechts, most were incapable of being put on the throne. The old Kaiser was dead. Mallorie Albrecht was apparently married to Magnus Ulfbert, and in case he won in Hawkwick, the last thing she needed was for the Altic Union to be reborn as a personal union. Viktor was firmly on her side (What, with marrying her sister and all), but his oath to her meant that if he became King of Heimar, then it would become part of Artstotszka; annexing a land so full of humans was an awful idea, and she had no other real candidates for the Vipuran throne if Isabella became Queen of Heimar. Technically there was 2 other Ulfberts who were claimants, but her niece Karoline was only weeks old, and Rose Albrecht was just 3. And even ignoring their ages, Karoline was to be the future Queen of Vipura, and Rose could easily be manipulated by whatever Heimarn they chose to rule Heimar in her stead. Or even worse, the girl could turn out like her Father. While he’d seemed normal enough as a ruler at first, everything went to shit after Vandinium was invaded. And while she couldn’t exactly have a therapist sit down with him, she had no shortage of reports from the AU, usually by escaping dissidents, EZIC operatives, you name it. As things had turned south, He slowly slipped from stability; Usually it was arrests and what not, but as of recently, she’d been getting troubling reports about killings, and the refugee stream that had been trickling into West Grestin had grown tenfold. She should’ve seen this coming earlier. While she knew little beyond the basics, she knew without a doubt that being under HARM captivity had not done any favors for the Altic Prince. Isabella had meant well, but she really should have learnt more about the situation before giving out blockade permission slips. If she hadn’t been busy ensuring her country's future, than maybe she could’ve just said no, but Samuel had thought Isabella’s request was fair and used his authority to approve of it; Then again, Isabella had always been good at convincing her to do stupid things, so it might have been unavoidable. The sudden switch of support towards HARM instead of the NFA had was initially good. The NFA were too idealistic for their own good, and Hellhorn was an anti-monarchist asshole. But Heimar had made her too good of an offer to support HARM at first, like she had planned to do. Even the Altic Union’s formation hadn’t been bad at first. Heimar always had been Artstotszka’s only friend, and maybe Heimarian rulership would make things better for Kitari in the north. But Kings who annex entire countries rarely stop at just one. At first, King Markus had been a pretty fair ruler, not once did he try to push the issue in Korlun, or attempt to re-annex Zwitelgiest. It was only after the issue over Isabella and Viktor that Annalise had begun to suspect Markus had less than noble intentions. Sure she was happy that her sister finally got a boyfriend (she'd always been terribly shy), but she just had to choose the Prince of a foreign nation instead of someone from her own nation (or own species for that matter). When he found out about their relationship, Markus made the mistake of getting involved; To her, this was evidence that Markus was trying to play a game of thrones, foolishly thinking that something like a marriage would magically create a friendship between the 2 nations. After this, she’d decided that to win, she’d have to be a puppet master in the north. The dislike of Vandinium had always been present amongst the north, and the possibility of a war was a good bet. She tried to test Fredrick by having Isabella go “negotiate” for a chunk of Vandinium; If Frederick or his new wife agreed, then she might as well build a better wall since apparently the North was full of terrible Kings. He luckily refused, and she began thinking that maybe there was hope for him after all. Then, Markus had asked to use the Ozakan Straits for his invasion fleet, to ‘retaliate’ against Vandinium. She might have believed this too, if she hadn’t done the exact same thing to Wahland two years before. But the alternative could possibly have led to war with the AU. And she would much rather let the Altics and Vandiniumites kill each other, rather than get the Kitari involved. But it quickly became clear that this was indeed a war of conquest rather than retaliation. And as the tide turned against the Altics, the King had became harsher and harsher in his ruling. As of now, Heimar might as well be an Absolute Monarchy, ruled by an insane King and his puppet masters who tried to make him dance with broken strings. From what she was told, Narheim was the most prominent of these, and even he had lost control over Markus by now. Heimar’s future was a dark one, and she didn’t know what was in store for them. Hawkwick though, was a much tricker situation. It looked like the few Ulfberts left were under Fredrick’s influence. Samuel always was a gregarious one, and he had no trouble befriending his new companions down in Vandinium. And while he hadn’t become acquainted with them for intel, what he did mention to her in his letters was invaluable to her. Magnus Ulfbert was apparently not as helpless as she thought he would be. He was running his own resistance, creating alliances, and not accidentally invading neighboring countries. She was also thankful towards him on a personal level, since her was directly responsible for saving Isabella’s life at Fredrick’s palace. But some things about him troubled her as well. He was married to Mallorie Albrecht, which could easily lead to another Altic reunion later on. His twin sister Ava was even married to Fredrick , which made his ‘independence’ very doubtful. His underlings also gave no credit to him. Hiring less-than-reputable Mercenaries and Failed generals was not a very successful strategy, and by this point she certainly knew that he was no Hawk. He had made some good choices too; General Yakovich had wrote a rather complimentary report about Schieffer’s ability as a leader, and Diplomat Kessler’s presence assured to her that Magnus wasn’t a Kitarophobe as she had initially thought. She knew much less about Ava Ulfbert (or rather, Ava von Stein now). Samuel didn’t seem to harbor any real dislike of her, however Isabella did not like her one bit. She leaned a bit more towards the dislike side, especially since she was apparently stupid enough to marry Fredrick of all people, the same man who had been previously deposed by Blackwatch and even sired a bastard child. She wasn’t as weak willed as Annalise has suspected though, and not once did she consider handing over Zewa to her. Mallorie Ulfbert, previously Mallorie Albrecht, was a curious case to her. She seemed to be trustworthy, and was apparently rather supportive of the Royalist cause. Like Viktor, she seemed to have chosen her new life over her old one. Samuel had mentioned her loyalty a few times in his letters, and she was a much greater part of the Royalists than he expected. Unlike Ava, who seemed to occupy the position of “Fredrick’s wife”, it seemed like Mallorie might be worthy of the title “Queen of Hawkwick”, if they ever did succeed in retaking it. The way Samuel wrote about her, she seemed like she would be willing to give an arm and a leg for the Royalists, or maybe just for Magnus. Loyalty of that level was hard to find. Mallorie and Magnus had yet to have any children, which weakened his claim to the throne from her point of view. Perhaps something was wrong with her? After all, that had happened to Eliza… Annalise shook her head and sighed. It was best not to go over such topics too often. Glancing over at the clock on her desk, she saw the dim red numbers display “3:30”. Closing the folder she had been glancing over, she decided to get some sleep. While the prospect of sleeping in an empty bed again didn’t make her feel any better, it wouldn’t be good for her to not get any sleep tonight. Edited by Artstotszka, Jun 3 2016, 08:05 AM.
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| Vandinium | Jun 4 2016, 09:55 PM Post #16 |
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--------------------------April 20th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Above-Ground Command Center, Cessius City, Falskaar Province, 1:27PM------------------------- Fredrick was a little upset. Well, ok, maybe more than a little upset. He had already upturned a table once during an angry rant towards two commanders who allegedly had their tank columns lost in the mod, where Altics easily knocked them out. After sending them out Fredrick sighs and sits back down, pressing his fingers on his temples while he kept the Head of Religion to his left and the Field Marshal to his right. Along with these two a dozen men stood around a table, a few more primitive military holographics are shown as the generals mutter to one another pointing out the advances to try to keep the grand battleplan working. The Civilian Legions were doing their jobs well, disrupting enemy supply lines just enough to make them incredibly ineffective against the more valuable Professional Legions, whom sweep in with mass mobilization and superior firepower. Several bulges were forming in the enemy lines, at the same time the mass transport of supplies were cut again, Civilian Legions Demoing bridges, roads, and railways… Of course the grand battleplan has planned for this. The Professional legions carried with them extendable bridges, ‘patches’. Railways on the other hand would have to be rebuilt by the Civilian Legions, whom would have to wait until the main lines are more than ten miles away before working on them again… Fredrick sips at his red wine and looks down at the battleplans, and looks around the room. Many of the generals were veterans themselves, former commanders under his father’s generals, many of them former Blackwatch to. His eyes fell upon a cruel looking woman with a pale face, a scar going down her lip to her chin, with a robotic eye and a determined voice as she points out mobilized infantry being bogged down by the mud. The generals were confused at the sudden thrust of a cold front, and chose to stop most mobilized charges across terrain that was ‘muddy’ hoping to wait until the cold weather freezes it over. She of course defied that and pours some water onto her hand from a nearby bottle, the cold water flowing through her fingers. “Look, Cessius says we need to flow like water during war. If mud blocks our way we will find another way.” Another one of Fredrick’s more fantastical generals, General von Wolfenburg or ‘Wolf’ smirks out, his iconic four star general hat on, his iconic mustache, his facial structure of a large man, a large bushy fantastical mustache under his nose and a large lit Cigar blows a puff of smoke and looks over. “Would you rather us send the divisions through hostile urban cities where they are likely dug in? We could take the Hawk’s Skull route, through the eastern mountains.” The woman looked offended as another pipes up. “That will kill half our forces from attrition alone! Especially in this damned weather.” The woman huffs and looks over. “Wolfenburg, I respect your opinion, but we very much still have the element of surprise, now that the Civilian legions are anywhere and everywhere. The enemy suspects our charge through the mud as we suspect them. So, I have a proposition… we do a human wave through the mud with the Civilian legions and a crushing charge through the urban centers with the Professionals, flank around and destroy the positions that are gunning down the civilians…” About everyone in the room looks over at her… Wolfenburg blinks and takes his cigar out of his mouth and blows a puff of smoke.. “Quite the stone cold bitch, aren’t you?” He places it back in as she looks over. “That is our path to the quickest victory, chaos is our friend and our foe, for now, we can use it as our friend.” She looks around. “If anyone opposes me, say so now, or I will make the necessary changes to the battleplan.” There was silence even as she glances at the Emperor and he waves her away. “Go ahead.”. She nods and walks out of the room. Evelyn would witness this woman walk out whom had her eyes trained forward a cruel face given, she walks past around the room and out. There was silence in the room. The two doors open again as Fredrick walks in, informed of his new arrival, he carries with him his red wine as his eyes train on Evelyn’s weathered face, and her eyes his. He stopped and looks her down. “Evelyn.” he speaks out… and waits for a moment before walking to a table and sitting down, placing his wine down to the table next to a map of the world which lays across the table. His white gloved hands go together and he mentions over to the guards. “Release her. She is a guest, not a prisoner.” He spends the next few moments matching her glare. “It’s been awhile, please sit.” He mentions down at a chair. |
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| Hawkwick | Jun 6 2016, 04:59 PM Post #17 |
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Co-Keeper
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((OOC: I'm cutting out the colored text because it's hard af to maintain)) --------------------------May 23rd, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 125 km from Artstotszkan Border-------------------------- "ALRIGHT! Thirty seconds! Thirty secooooonds!" shrieked Mira Schieffer over the radio, the sounds of the returning fire already coming through. It had been a month since Wulfar's last gain, in a genius move near Maddoma, and now it was her turn. A few bits of snow still remained on the low and high hills of northern Vandinium, but for the most part, the land had bowed to summer, meaning that tanks were now very, very, viable. She had planned a rather obvious move, but with the Altic tendency to overthink things, she wouldn't be surprised if they were only planning for one of her trademark extremely complicated or convoluted plans. Today, she was going to break the Altic line. She was going to rush straight through a rather hard to traverse cliff, down the former Vandiniumite expressway, straight towards the Artstotskzan border, and hope that their Empress would let them through, or at least, that the Union would stupidly provoke them in some way once they got there. She would be going very far, very fast. She was in the back of a rather long convoy that had just started moving now; and her command tank, modified from a normal one to have less ammunition, and more radios, was already on the move. She had gotten Magnus' special forces team after Brody had relinquished them during that incident two months before; which meant that she now had some of the best troops in the Union either manning the tank, or riding in the expanded back with her for infantry protection. She stared at their masked faces. Unlike the Altics, they weren't doing it because of uniform regulations. Not even half an hour later, and they met an AU armored battalion. It was a reserve one, using largely HARM surplus, but nevertheless, it forced them to stop. She had been far away from the action, but from what she'd heard, it had been a quick fight, with the Altic tanks retreating quickly after severe losses. For once, they knew defeat. Still, that now meant the Union was onto them. The Altics had adapted way too well to the mud for their own good...and if anything forced them off of the highway, that could be a problem for them. Only a hundred clicks to go. --------------------------April 20th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Above-Ground Command Center, Cessius City, Falskaar Province, 1:28PM------------------------- It was easy to feel like killing someone. Deep down, everyone has that primal instinct to let loose and tear someone apart. 'It's part of survival', she had heard Kohnarik say once, when he was visiting. 'It's part of life up here. With our neighbors in the east, it's only a matter of time.' he had said. He was somewhat right. She'd given into that murderous urge many times. Against Blackwatch, while she was in HARM. For the NFA. Against the NFA. For the Union. Against the Union. But the first time had been the worst. To see Fredrick standing before her now was more of a shock than anything. When he spoke her name, she sighed a little, looking downwards. Debating whether to lunge towards him and choke the life out of his neck. All for some bad blood, but she knew it would be closure. Or at least, she had convinced herself it would be closure. So she did, and immediately found that the guards had grabbed her again, stopping her. She couldn't do it anyway. She started crying. She hadn't cried since HARM, but she did now. She looked straight down, probably looking like a defeated mess. Fredrick may have looked like an Emperor now, but she looked terrible. She knew her hair looked like shit, it was shorter than it had ever been, cut so it barely reached her shoulders. She knew her eyes always betrayed their confidence, looking more tired than even Hellhorn's had ever looked. "W-w-why'd you bring me here...if..." she paused, trying to get a grip of herself. "if I told you I never wanted to see you again?" --------------------------April 20th, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------Above-Ground Command Center, Cessius City, Falskaar Province, 11:32PM------------------------- Gregor Grey was tired. Crawling back into a burning building to get the High King of Hawkwick and his wife out wasn't a fun ordeal, nor was carrying that much gear in the first place. The rather heated argument he'd had with the rest of his squad hadn't helped either. He was ready to clock out for the day, to find his bunk and have a drink and hopefully relax before their next mission. He even had the case of beer. But as he passed the maintenance tunnels, he thought he heard something, coming from the darkness. At first he thought it was something mechanical, but as he walked closer into the darkness, he found only a sobbing woman, sitting next to a dim and dangling lightbulb. "Are you alright, little lady?" he asked, drawing closer. She shot him a glare, exposing the scar on her face, and with it, reminding him of the VIP profile's he'd been sent the week before. "Ah, you're that Jensen girl." "Fuck off!" "I've heard that's your answer to everything in life, little lady." he replied, sighing slightly and walking over to her, setting the beer case down next to her before taking a seat. Evelyn looked over the man with the brown hair and the brown eyes and the generic face and the generic soldier outfit. Just another grunt to her. She was about to speak up again, but she felt a jacket go across her shoulders. She sighed. "I told you to-" she paused as his voice quietly butted in. "That tattoo is bloody terrible, by the way." he said. She raised an eyebrow. "What?" she asked. He shrugged, reaching across her to get a beer. "That bird. Bloody terrible. Just an outline." he said, pointing to her still-exposed arm. "I-I mean, it's supposed to cover up-" she tried to explain, getting cut off again. She was also too tired to do anything about it. "It's not coverin' up shit, little lady. I read your file. Get it finished properly." he said, almost a little mockingly. This man was more confusing than Fredrick to her. "Are they giving out my file to everyone now?" she asked. He shrugged again. "Dunno." he took a gulp from the beer. Conceding, she reached over and got her own, opening it on the ground. "You've been through a lot of shit." he continued. "By all accounts, Fred's been a bit of a dick." he said, draining his beer to the halfway point. She raised both of her eyebrows, highlighting her grey eyes. She nodded solemnly. "Well..." she almost corrected him. But she still had no idea how to feel about today. "I just got back from cracking Wyvern. Sadly, the Queen's not all here...but, you know. War has loss, that sort of shit." he continued. "What's your name?" she asked quietly, wiping her eyes. He replied quietly, after another sip. "Gregor. From the only special forces team the Royalists have." She nodded again, not saying anything. Just staring for a little. Wondering why her life was so confusing. --------------------------June 6, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 16 km from Artstotszkan Border------------------------- "They've stopped firing!" called out one of the soldiers from Schieffer's tank. She smirked. They were getting to the point to where any pursuing forces couldn't touch them. They wouldn't want their ordnance to fly across the Artstotszkan border, after all. She'd been underestimating the General for weeks, though. He was no slouch. It was a shame she didn't know who it was. She hadn't even gotten any deserters, oddly enough. She jumped out of the tank, straight into mud. "Oh, for fuck's sake." she muttered, looking over at their surroundings. These hills still had snow. Curse the North, it was bloody summer. Just like home in Altberg, she supposed, but those mountains were much taller. At least, from this view. She looked around. "Alright, fortify and camp out, men, I want all of the supply trucks to be right up near the border. IF they miss, I want it to hit Artstotszka!" she ordered. Magnus wouldn't be pleased with her involving yet another foreign power, and especially one with ties to the AU, but she knew of the falling out. Hopefully, the rumors were true, and they really had bad relations now, or this would be a very short operation. She looked back to her tank as two transport helicopters landed next to it, unloading about twenty troops each. It was a large convoy. Probably one of the largest in history, but she knew that Blackwatch had still managed larger ones in the 1990s. Gregor Grey exited the one of the choppers, still wearing warm-weather gear, like most of her troops, and she waved him over. He saluted her. "Welcome to the front, Lieutenant. Where's your Squad Leader?" she asked. "Dead, We're all that's left. Everyone else is either training, or dead." he sighed. Schieffer nodded. "Alright. Go link up with the bottom half of the convoy, then meet us here. We'll be camping out for a while. Until the Artststotszkans come to us, because I doubt this is acceptable on their side." |
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| Artstotszka | Jun 8 2016, 03:51 AM Post #18 |
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16 km from the Artstotszkan-Border, AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 6/7/18 12:50 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It, of course, did not take long for General Von Kronthaler to both notice and realize why the Vanidniumite forces were practically hugging the Vandiniumite-Artstotszkan border, but he certainly couldn’t let it continue; sooner or later, the Altics would attack anyway, and the last thing he needed was for the conflict to roll over into the Solarian countryside. So, after a remarkably fast communique with Paradizna, he was given orders to march into Vandinium and set up a DMZ 12 km thick all along the border, to prevent any border fighting from spilling over. Luckily for the Rebels, The ministry of Intelligence had identified them as Hawkwickan rather than Vandiniumite, a fact which had prevented the 11th Armored from rolling over their little campout, guns-blazing. This was the reason that Lieutenant Knoerr was freezing his ass of, riding at the head of his tank column on the outside of his tank’s hatch while keeping watch over the slowly approaching ramshackle rebel camp. He would’ve much preferred to stay inside the heated tank, but instead he had to keep watch and ensure there “royalists” didn’t try any funny business. He grimly noted that he’d be the first to die if they did, but the M.o.I. had assured him that the Royalists wouldn’t shoot first. As his tank reached the entrance to the camp, he gave the order to stop. He noted two figures waiting, most likely the commanders of this little army, and probably the assholes responsible for this mess. Taking no chances, he had 2 squads of Soldiers disembark from their APCs, guns at the ready. Checking to make sure his side-arm was loaded, he too dismounted his vehicle. He was joined by 4 soldiers, who weren’t pointing their guns at the outsiders like the rest, but instead carrying them in an alert position, ready to leverage them if need be. Beginning to walk toward the Two strangers, he prepared for the worst and hoped for the best. |
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| Sad-States | Jun 10 2016, 12:01 AM Post #19 |
Key Keeper
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Edited by Sad-States, Jun 10 2016, 12:03 AM.
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| Hawkwick | Jun 17 2016, 07:44 PM Post #20 |
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Co-Keeper
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--------------------------June 7, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 16 km from Artstotszkan Border------------------------- Schieffer and Grey had recently gotten word that a division-sized force had decided to come from the north. The shots from the South had stopped in the night, likely because Narheim or some other more competent commander had gotten hold of the Altic forces in the area and given them a new ROE. Either way, the Royalists now had a new problem on their hands. Their hope in Artstotszka saving them could potentially cost them their lives; they had achieved their objectives for destroying the infrastructure and supply lines but little else. This was, as someone far more overly dramatic than Schieffer would put it, the moment of truth. So they waited, patiently, and when their northern neighbors finally showed up and immediately proceeded to put their guns up at them. Alright. Bad start already. Her men involuntarily raised their guns as well, and she quickly raised her arm to lower theirs. If there was going to be another front opening, it would be them. She sized up the man marked as the Lieutenant coming up to her and Grey as quickly as she could before stepping forward slightly. Most of her face was probably obscured by her trench coat or her officer's hat. "I haven't even exchanged a word with you and you already come out pointing guns at me? Is this what diplomacy's become?" she paused, standing up a bit straighter and letting some light fall down onto her face. "I have a proposition for your boss." |
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