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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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| Artstotszka | Jun 18 2016, 01:07 AM Post #21 |
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16 km from the Artstotszkan-Border, AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 6/7/18 12:50 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lieutenant Knoerr, in an attempt to show some diplomacy, gave a hand signal as well, and the majority of his troops lowered their weapons as well. If push came to shove, he knew that the MBTs behind him could take care of this rag-tag "army" easily enough. Deciding that the pause had gone on long enough, he decided to hear out their proposition. "You would be correct about what diplomacy's become, when you try to involve Artstotszka in your foolish war. I am fully aware of what you accomplished here, but you shouldn't expect your actions to go without consequences; If it weren't for the fact that you are the 'Royalist Rebels' the Empress has heard so much about, then you most likely would have been received a far worse response than a pleasant meeting we're having now" If to prove his point, he made a sweeping gesture toward his tank column; Had they been Vandiniumite troops, he probably would have been ordered to displace the squatters with extreme prejudice "However you have my interest; what kind of proposition do you have that could possibly interest the Empress of Artstotszka?" Edited by Artstotszka, Jun 18 2016, 01:08 AM.
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| Hawkwick | Jun 18 2016, 01:50 AM Post #22 |
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--------------------------June 7, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 16 km from Artstotszkan Border------------------------- Schieffer leaned into Grey's ear and told him something quickly, and he walked off back to one of the trucks, entering it from the back. Schieffer looked back towards the Artstotszkans, sizing them up. Their forces, if combined, could probably smash the Union, which was her objective at the moment. Nevertheless, the fully condescending attitude of this Lieutenant slightly aggravated her. She took a step forward. She hadn't put a lower-ranking soldier from another nation in their place yet. Everything had a first these days. "Tell me, Lieutenant, why the Empress of Artstotszka decided to entrust you, specifically you, Lieutenant-" she paused, leaning in to read his name tag slightly. "Knoerr, with intervening in a foreign war and therefore compromising the integrity of the region even more? Your border is almost twenty kilometers that way." she said, pointing. "Have you ever met your Empress, Lieutenant? I am quite acquainted with Samuel Vlastimil, her husband, and I will make sure that if your troops run us over today, for any reason, he will know of the Lieutenant Knoerr who did it. Now who's your real CO? Who's your general? I want to speak with someone who understands my language, if I want to work this out." She paused. Grey got out of the truck, sporting something very advanced. He had a sealed uniform, and a sort of textured balaclava on, supported by a facemask-equipped helmet similar to the old Dragonplate HARM sets. His weapon was also kitted out completely. Schieffer frowned. This gear was partially developed for the Royalists in Vandinium, and even stamped with the Royalist flag. It probably shattered any illusions of mediocrity that she could have used to her advantage in another scenario. "Nevertheless, I'll tell you, since I doubt we have enough time for a formal meeting. We want to get let through into Artstotszka. And you're going to let us through, because, sometime before next winter, the Union will attack us again, and I will make sure that all of their bullets miss. If you'd like to take the third door, I don't care. Shoot me right here. My men here will bring you to the ground, and then my armored division will probably decimate yours, and you'll have a war on your hands. Do you want to be responsible for starting a bigger war, Lieutenant? I am not bluffing, even if you are." Underneath the mask, Grey smirked. |
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| Artstotszka | Jun 18 2016, 02:21 AM Post #23 |
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16 km from the Artstotszkan-Border, AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 6/7/18 12:52 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lieutenant Knoerr was rather impressed with the fire in this woman. When he had been ordered to negotiate, he'd expected some worn-down force. Either way though, he had a job to do, but now he was certain he could have some fun as well. "General, you are right; I don't want to cause a war, and I don't plan to order your death. However, I don't fear you or your Army at all. I'm not stupid; For the same reasons I won't start a war with the Vandiniumite Coalition, you won't start a war with the Artstotszkan Empire. Perhaps your men could shoot me dead, before I finish a single order; Perhaps your armored division could crush mine, after all you have the advantage; But the difference is that your forces are alone up here, while my unit is merely a part of the Solarian 4th Army. Even if you crushed my men, threw me into a shallow grave and used my sidearm to execute the survivors, You wouldn't be able to stop the entire 4th Army. Nor would you start a war with an Empire that is the key to your Royalist cause. After all, General, do you know why I, a lowly lieutenant was sent to talk to you, rather than Captian Hecke or General Von Kronthaler?" He narrowed his eyes, while gesturing toward his uniform. "It's because I'm an acceptable loss, General. I may be great at what I do, but If this meeting had gone sour, and If I were to die, then the 4th Army could continue on just fine without me. You are not though; I haven't met my Empress, the one who saved my people from being crushed under a Wahlsh Boot. But you have met your King, since you report directly to him. And if you were to also die in the godsforsaken land that is Northern Vandinium, then the Royalist cause would be Irreparably damaged." Softening his expression, he decided to cool things down before he started a fist fight. After all, she could order him dead at any time if she really wanted to. "But you're in luck; You want to get let through into Artstotszka, and I was sent here to do exactly that. You're certainly not going to get the first-class treatment, but you'll be far better off than if you had tried to surrender to the Altic Union or Maddomania. You however, will get a special meeting with that very same person that I 'have never even met', to explain your bold use of Artstotszka in your escape plan. Since I'll admit, it was clever, but I doubt she will see it in the same way I do. |
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| Hawkwick | Jun 18 2016, 02:47 AM Post #24 |
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--------------------------June 7, 2018-------------------------- --------------------------AU-Occupied North Vandinium, 16 km from Artstotszkan Border------------------------- Schieffer smiled. "If you were in my army, you'd be much higher than a lieutenant. I can see why your CO sent you. With a negotiating power like that, you won't be an acceptable loss for much longer. That I can guarantee." she said, turning to Grey as he walked off alone down one of the side dirt roads. Schieffer was satisfied with herself, and with Knoerr's action. She hadn't even needed to reveal her other bargaining chips, which was good, as they were probably much better saved for later. "Aaah, good. I have a message from Magnus. Er. King Magnus." she said, consciously revealing her casual acquaintance to the King. "Specifically for your Empress to hear, actually." she said, referring to the recorded message she had been given by Magnus. The plan had shifted. Not even Magnus had expected for them to be let in. Nevertheless, it accelerated things politically. She could now deliver the message directly, despite it being just a contingency at first. "Grey. Get your best team out of who's left, and hold off the inevitable KSK team that that moron's going to send. Don't be surprised if they send you veterans. The AU really wants me dead after I...took their info. And their troops. Grey nodded. She was simply restating the order she had whispered to him, so Knoerr could hear. He walked off, set on his initial path down the road. Schieffer turned back to Knoerr. "Let's get this show on the road, then?" |
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| Artstotszka | Jun 19 2016, 07:37 PM Post #25 |
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Camp Apogee, Artstotszkan-Border, Solaria, 6/7/18 4:34 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ride back had been busy, if only due to the ramshackle nature of the joint-convoy as it had made it's way to the Artsotszkan Border. They had to remain vigilant after all; While the Altics wouldn't attack a convoy with so many Artstotszkans in it, you could never be too sure. As of now though, they had made it back over the border to the safety of Solaria, where MPs were going through the Royalist ranks, confiscating weapons and recording all the info they could about the men. He figured soon they'd be headed off to POW camps, which he had heard were rather luxurious compared to what you could find in Vandinium. After all, Artstotszka had yet to be engulfed in war, and could easily afford not conserve things like fresh food or clean clothing. Finishing his report to his commander, he gestured over to two nearby MPs, who joined as he made his way over to General Schieffer, who was currently embroiled in a conversation of some kind with her men. He was glad she was around the same height as most of the soldiers here; After all, it would have been difficult to find a short person in this sea of people. Stopping her conversation with a nearby soldier, she turned to him, glancing at both of the MPs before looking back at him. "Is there something I can help you with, Lieutenant?" "Indeed there is, General. It's time for you to leave our humble little camp here. These fine gentlemen I have with me are to take you to Solaria City, where you will have to explain yourself to Empress Annalise. Your men will be interned until King Magnus can negotiate for your release. If things go well with the Empress, then you'll get to rejoin your troops until it's time for you to go back to Vandinium. But until then, I wish you luck; The Empress isn't exactly known to be the most merciful of people…” Edited by Artstotszka, Jun 19 2016, 07:38 PM.
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| Hawkwick | Jun 20 2016, 03:57 AM Post #26 |
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OOC: Switching to Art's format because it's readable Camp Apogee, Artstotszkan-Border, Solaria, 6/7/18 4:34 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mercy isn't an issue anymore, Lieutenant. I only need to deliver a message." said Schieffer, taking a deep breath. "It's time then." she said to herself, getting what small scrap of personal belonging she had and placing it into a satchel to bring along with her. She may have made a mistake leaving the camp unsupervised. Grey was always the backup, but he had insisted, and she had obliged. He was gone now, off on some hill. She hoped he would come back in one piece, and get the show on the road. Her mind briefly shifted to the Altic response, Narheim would be furious. She knew the man, and this was a breach of treaty, if anything. The Kaiser's rage would be even worse. The general in command of the north would probably be purged for allowing this to happen. Hopefully. The less experienced manpower the Altics had, the better. She was put into a car, where she drifted asleep. When she woke up, she was led to an empty room, not unlike an interrogation room. "Wait." they told her. She sighed. Of course. Now she would wait, in this foreign land, staring at their cold bleak interrogation wall. She could say a lot of bad things about her opposing countrymen, but they were honest. The Artstotszkan Army was exactly as she had been informed it would be. She remembered the presentations she had been given, and those she had to make for a passing grade. Full overviews of national militaries, their strategies, their past wars, their equipment, their standard ammunition. She knew it all, and so did everyone above a Major, at least, if they didn't slack, or get through when HARM was still around. She closed her eyes. When HARM was around, she was a civilian, enjoying civilian life. She had been twenty-three when the Vandinium Civil War happened; and twenty-five when the war finally came to her city. But she had never seen Blackwatch. Unlike Matterhorn, and Narheim, and even Jensen, she couldn't claim to be influenced by their brutality. No. She was from the North, and the north saw a much different war in those years, that between HARM and the HNA and the NFA. She had been caught right in the middle, in New Altberg. She'd lost a lot of friends that day. Torched by HARM. Bombed by the Heimarn. Two nations that would crush their opposition and later unite as one, only to conscript her at age twenty-seven. They may have been desperate, but they had known where to look. It was a shame that all of that experience went to the Royalists. Well. A shame for the Union. Her mind shifted back to Artstotszka, and she began tapping her now-ungloved fingers on the table in front of her. It was warm out here, but that was to be expected for the summer. Annalise wouldn't kill her. Too much at stake for that, not that it mattered. Schieffer cared little for the young Empresses' reputation, she knew it was likely all for show. She had been taught to know her strengths, and know her weaknesses. Annalise, as far as she knew, had been taught that she was to be a lady, and later, the heir. Outdated traditions, in her opinion, yet she served them herself. Annalise was only a tad different. She knew how to play politics, and Schieffer knew how to play soldier. Soldiers typically saw the world in black and white, but most soldiers were sociopaths. If you weren't conscripted, nor misguided by propaganda, if you, like virtually all adult Hawkwickans, had seen the horrors of war, then you had willingly joined a death service, right? All the armies lied, of course. 'Peacekeeping forces', 'Defense forces', it really didn't matter. If you carried guns and threw lead at people who disagreed with you, willingly, you were the same. To her. She made sure her army wasn't like that. Conscripts are people. Soldiers are machines. The Union preferred machines these days. SPAR Center, Blackhorn, Hawkwick, 6/9/18 1:34 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Narheim stormed into the room and turned on the video feed. The damn intelligence line had already caught up to him, and he knew exactly what had happened. He turned on the recorder, recording his face, which he was trying to keep neutral. "Annalise, this is for you. The falling-out between the Kaiser and Prince Viktor may be set in stone, but I believe that our relations can be salvaged, regardless of what the Kaiser thinks. Please. Don't force my hand, or I will flip the table. The only way to win the game is to refuse to play it. I'm referring to the Royalists you accepted into your nation. Return them to Grestin in chains, in ten days' time. Those Royalists have nothing to offer you but idealism. Join us. Rebuild relations. For you and your--for both our nations' safety. The stability of the North now rests on your action alone. Help us smear the Vandiniumite nation off of the map, and I will give you the entirety of your ancestral lands and more back. I will give you all of Vandinium if that is what you desire. This I swear. Those thieves have stolen enough, whether it be land or lives." He turned off the feed and sent it off. Nobody would know of this, and he had made no indication that it was supposed to be secret, so the Artstotszkans should have no reason to leak it. Even DRAGON didn't know, and that meant Markus didn't know. When he found out...if he found out. Narheim stopped his train of thought. Markus had been a good friend and a good man, but no longer. He was mad, and it was Matterhorn's fault. He sighed. If he had only stopped the torture sooner, and gotten that dog Konahrik off of Markus' back...none of this would have happened. Fredrick would have conveniently died in some 'accident' and they could have focused on rebuilding instead of reconquering. Narheim needed a contingency. A new one, and he hoped this Artsotszkan plan would suffice. He held the Ulfbert sword at his side. He had found it in the wreckage of the Wyvern center, next to Mallorie Albrecht's severed arm, months ago. He had told Markus...but he hadn't stuck around for the reaction. He could only imagine. He had spent the last month gathering his own friends and recruits, the most loyal, and loyal only to him, just as Markus had done with his KSK unit during the civil war, and just like that resurfacing Hellhorn appeared to be doing on that damn island chain down in the south. More problems, more responsibilities. More risk, and every day, fewer rewards. The Union was in internal turmoil, to put it lightly. He turned around and left. Perhaps it was time to upgrade his helicopter's survivablity. And perhaps it was time to save Markus from himself...or perhaps it was time to bide more time. Edited by Hawkwick, Jun 20 2016, 04:02 AM.
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| Artstotszka | Jun 20 2016, 08:43 PM Post #27 |
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Royal Palace, Solaria City, Solaria, Artstotszka, 6/8/18 11:22 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Today was already shaping up to be an interesting day… Annalise had learned that King Konrad’s temper is still very much present like it was 4 years ago. He had demanded this Royalist General, Schieffer, be executed for her little border ploy; she couldn’t blame him, the old man had seen two Blackwatch regimes and two Invasions of Vandinium, so he was nothing short of paranoid about this situation. In her opinion though, keeping this captured general around may be the best opening she’s had yet. If she keeps Schieffer unharmed and grateful, then it’s that much easier to get Fredrick and Magnus to the negotiating table. That was probably the only thing keeping Schieffer from being executed by her personally. Had this been an Altic commander, or perhaps a Blackwatch commander like years ago, she would’ve carried it out like the countless monarchs before her. Winter’s Wake had ended it’s fair share of lives, and she wasn’t afraid to add to that count; The only exception had been that reactionary buffoon, Jonas who she had executed by guard to inspire fears of a purge, and it worked. The reactionaries were shocked by his actions, and quickly switched to other parties before they too were put on the list; But unlike her ancestor Anya, she didn’t actually go through with the purges; the threat alone was more than enough to achieve what she wanted. Walking up to the metal door, the two praetorians saluted, turning to follow her into the room. Before they could though, she waved her hand, keeping one on the outside; She knew the General was no threat, and she had no reason to fear an attack. The other opened the door for her, and she stepped in before it quietly was shut behind her. Her ‘guest’ noticed her interest, looking at her with an uncertain look. Walking around the table, she sat down in the chair opposite of the general, looking for any signs of weak will or cowardice; seeing none, she spoke to her companion. “I’ve been hearing a lot about you, General Schieffer. It’s been years since I’ve heard King Konrad ask me to order an execution. As you’ve no doubt noticed, your head is still attached to your body, which means I declined his request. Now before you start celebrating, know that this does not mean I’m pleased with you; Your clever little ruse was designed to endanger Artstotszka, which is something I can’t let happen; So instead, we’re gonna talk. So tell me General, between just us, what do you think of Magnus Ulfbert and Emperor Von Stein?" |
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| Hawkwick | Jun 21 2016, 03:31 AM Post #28 |
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Royal Palace, Solaria City, Solaria, Artstotszka, 6/8/18 11:22 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Schieffer stared at the Empress momentarily before replying. "Killing me before hearing what I have to say wouldn't have exactly gone over well, would it?" she said, looking over the Empresses's armored body, and raising an eyebrow at the request. "What do I think of them?" she paused, mulling the question over, and shortly afterwards, realizing it's intent. "Don't base your opinion of me off my opinion of those I serve. You'll find everyone has different reasons for living and for doing what they do." she paused. "But that's not what you want to hear, is it? Very well." she scratched her head. "In Magnus I see the clear and peaceful mind of a stable ruler, one not known to Hawkwick since the Republic, and men like Jensen, Erikson, and Reinhart." she paused. "I see a man who can inspire not because of his name, but because of his actions. Just like Hellhorn used to do. As for Fredrick..." she thought to him. She had barely met him. "I see a friendly regime in a typically hostile nation secured by deep blood ties, since those are suddenly relevant again. Regardless, I don't enjoy the man's company. He's very dramatic." she gestured to Annalise's armor. "Like you. I'm surprised he doesn't wear plate armor himself. Speaking to him is like speaking to a novelist or a storyteller. He has the air of nobility that you also do, and that you'll find Magnus doesn't. When you're normal for most of your life, you turn out differently." she slipped her hand into her small satchel. "I find it interesting that you even care about my opinion. It's not exactly relevant. I care about people, not nations. Unlike my friend the High King..." she said, removing her hand from the satchel and retrieving a small box, which she pressed a button on. "Don't worry." she said, as a very shoddily constructed image of Magnus appeared, similar to a light show of sorts. "Empress Annalise. I see my message and my messenger have gotten to you. It's not every day you hear of an opportunity like this. Forgive the plan, if it was carried out. Those were strategic objectives, not political ones. If the convoy is holding the line 15 kilometers away as it sh-" Schieffer paused it. "Yeesh, ignore that. That plan obviously didn't work, due to Knoerr's intervention. Good man." she said, fast forwarding Magnus's face to a later point. "-gardless, my message is this: I've heard of the schism. My lovely wife Mallorie and your sister's husband Viktor now clearly both want the same thing all of us do, a safe Nevthronia devoid of war. My twin has already secured a marriage alliance with Vandinium, and I have managed to get a sizable portion of the Hawkwickan population on my side. I ask that you join us in this quest for peace, and not only for good will. There will be material rewards involved. I suggest we, alongside any other friendly involved parties, meet on Vipura or another accessible and safe location and initiate diplomatic talks. A conference with the objective of streamlining the inevitable downfall of the Union, if you will. Thank you for listening, Empress Annalise." The recording fizzled away. "There you have it. My purpose as a messenger is now fulfilled. Please consider his request." |
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| Artstotszka | Jun 21 2016, 10:47 PM Post #29 |
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Royal Palace, Solaria City, Solaria, Artstotszka, 6/8/18 11:25 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Annalise paused for a moment, considering her options. A peace conference was the exact thing she wanted, and if she can get it to happen without threats, then this would turn out great for her. Taking a moment to look at Schieffer, she studied her captive. She certainly looked the part of a general, being tall and athletic, however interestingly enough her face lack the scars she would expect from a military officer. She wouldn't get another chance like this, but she'd have to make the New King a very clear explanation on why he should not wait around for Fredrick's help. "You're King offers an interesting request General, and I do accept such an offer; however, know this. Fredrick is no ally. He plans for complete Vanidniumite domination of the North, and I'm sure he expects your King to bow down once he's restored. This is something that can not happen. Right now you are allies of convenience, but blood ties are meaningless in the grand scheme of things; If they were binding, then I'd be helping Emperor Markus conquer Vandinium as we speak. I want to believe Magnus is the King Hawkwick needs. The Ulfberts are practically family to me, and I have no question as to their claim to the throne. But what happens now is up to Magnus and Magnus alone. Getting up, she opened the door, and 2 guards immediately entered. Stepping on either side of Schieffer, she was quick to give them their orders. "Praetorians, you are to take General Schieffer to the airport, and acquire her transportation to the Royalist HQ. From there, she is to be a free woman, on the condition she delivers my message to King Magnus, as well as my acceptance of his offer." Walking out the door, Annalise knew that the world as they knew it would soon be changed irreversibly, though for the better or worse was impossible to say as of now... Edited by Hawkwick, Jun 21 2016, 10:53 PM.
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| Hawkwick | Jun 22 2016, 09:13 PM Post #30 |
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Royal Palace, Solaria City, Solaria, Artstotszka, 6/8/18 11:25 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Schieffer stood up, putting the message back in her satchel before nodding slightly towards the Empress. "Keep my army safe, would you?" she said, before walking out. She hoped the sudden reminder would actually keep her army safe - or else they wouldn't get very far on their own. Especially without leadership. She was led to her transport and then sent on a long flight. Royalist HQ was in southern Vandinium. If they targeted this plane, if either side did, it would be very bad for her, and for Magnus. But a transmission was too risky. They had no way to encrypt anything now that the whole head of that department couldn't type properly anymore. Her thoughts drifted to Grey. If he had fulfilled his mission, then she had nothing to worry about. But if he was in any sort of danger, or dead, her troops would be in quite a pickle, if Artstotszka decided not to keep them. She stopped her mindless worrying. It wasn't going to make the trip any shorter. 25km from the Artstotszkan Border, Vandinium, 6/9/18 5:21 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The guards parted and Grey saw his chance. He got up from the brush he was hiding next to and sprinted as fast as he could to the antenna, quickly hooking up his handheld radio to the antenna; despite it going down, all of the support equipment the Union used still had the standard Wyvern uplink ports, which were in turn based off of USB. He found the frequency and called in. "This is Delta Romeo 5-1, Apex, how copy, over?" he whispered in a hushed tone. After some static, Apex reported back. "We read you, Delta Romeo. Send your message over." It blurted out, slightly louder than he had anticipated. "Fuck, uh, Red Tide is over the border, there's a division sized force watching it now - they're distracted, and their supply's gone. You're go on your op, repea-" the radio cut off. He cursed under his breath, fiddling with his radio before hearing it behind him. Footsteps. He immediately turned around, raising his rifle and aiming it at the approaching guard. The guard fired his own weapon, and it struck Grey in the shoulder, knocking him against the ground. Wincing, he fired his weapon, the suppressor not doing much to mask the noise of him blindly firing at the guard, hoping that what he was shooting would hit before he got hit himself. He eventually stuck the guard in the stomach right as an alarm started blaring. The guard fell to the ground and dropped his weapon, and, panicking, Grey left him alive, grabbing his shoulder in pain and stumbling out of the hole in the fence that he arrived through. Things just got a lot more complicated. But he hopefully got his message across. Royalist HQ, Faalskar Base, Vandinium, 6/12/18 7:45 AM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, Jensen." said one of the grunts sitting next to Evelyn Jensen's bunk, playing cards. "What the fuck is it, dude? I'm tryna sleep here..." she mumbled, turning around in the bunk. "We got the go order on the assault, I heard we might take part." he said. "Aren't we intelligence?" she asked. "We're totally above that." she grunted. The man shrugged. "We're not above a rescue op. Apparently, Grey's in trouble." Evelyn's eyes shot open momentarily. Grey...Gregor. The man that had comforted her when she was in that tunnel. She didn't like remembering that day. But she felt a twinge inside her. She actually cared what happened to this guy. It was jarring to her. She'd never felt anything like this for a long, long time. "Well..." she said groggily, getting up from her bunk and dropping to the floor without much issue, before going to put some socks on. "I suppose we've got a mission, then, right?" The man shrugged. "Sounds like it to me." |
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