ARCHIVED: The Eknorve Civil War

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The current cityscape of Ganjarius, pre-war

On Y692 E8, rebel fire began in the Cronaal capital of Ganjarius which is peaked upon Mt. Ganjar and is one of the most culturally and economically important cities in the nation and sub-region of Eknorvia, which also contains Azkay and Abenasca. The actual cause of the rebel conflict is unknown due to the only known public complaint being High Tax, a possibility is people being unhappy with more recent nation-affecting decisions even though the government tries as hard as possible to please everyone alike King James I of England. The Vilsuun Jok'mey is currently not at the nation of Cronaal but attending a Ball in order to raise nation status and keep neutrality with the surrounding nations. For more information on the Vilsuun's absence, please speak to the Minister of Regional Affairs.

The rebel fire began on the Juy'nom sis Kpor Los Mithuays-dan, which roughly translates to The Grand Shopping Mall, at 16:38. We believe this location was chosen because it is a well known and central area of the city and there'd be quick army and police response due to social media and access to phones etc. To show how traumatizing the attack was to the innocent who have nothing to do with the conflict, we have an account to show.
"I-it just happened so, so fast. I, er..., was looking at jewelry in Hanse'th and I heard gunfire... *Slight Sobbing* The windows of the store were smashed by bullets and- and- and the cashier was shot right before my eyes, I saw blood releasing itself from the cashier's chest and covering the floor and desk she was near. I heard the gurgling of the blood coming out of their throat. I've never seen something- something so gruesome in my life, you don't wake up one day and expect to be in a mall shooting which also turns out to be the start of a civil war. After I saw the cashier get shot, I was held hostage by one of the men attacking the mall and almost raped. I was so scared by this pint, my heart was pounding faster and faster and I was about to give up hope and just kill myself with a nearby piece of debris, but then a soldier noticed the commotion in the store and shot the man trying to rape me. The man fell on me as he died, he swore at me and said 'Die Vilsuun', well I think he did. I'm not sure why the wanted him dead, Vilsuun Jok'mey is the kindest leader we've had. Oh christ I remember Emperor Fuyiuto."
The rebels are truly horrible, gruesome people and but to have a similar regime to the Vilsuun as seen in Koseren Province which is currently under rebel control, making it harder for government personnel to decipher the 'code' to the rebellion and why the rebels are well... rebelling.

Whilst this telegram is being written and sent to leaders across the North Pacific to notify them of war, there is currently a siege on Fort Dias-moth which is the only military base in Eknorvia base in a major city and is also rather strategic for both sides as it contains most weapons and war vehicles that are in the city and is of high advantage to any side controlling it. Currently 183,000 men are garrisoned in the fort and an expected 98,000 rebels are going to attack on Juskay, Friday in translation, our government know this information because the rebels send 'warning notices' before attacks. This seems rather 'stupid' because it gives the government a chance to prepare but it is not, the rebels have far more sophisticated technology at their hands. It is mostly illegal of origin and is imported into a smuggler's port known as Portay Kosmith, the location of the port is unknown. As well as this, their body armour is illegally powerful, a PL19 is the highest recorded level of their armour, which shows they intend full combat and are prepared for whatever weapon's plasma is thrown in their direction.

Citizens of Ganjarius are urged to leave, but if they cannot, it is advised to evacuate to a 'Bunker'. Bunkers are underground shelters which go deep into Mt. Ganjar, they are intended for nuclear fallout or self-activation of the volcano atop Mt. Ganjar. If the bunker is controlled by the rebels at the time of civilian evacuation, there is nothing else the government can do to help those people other than continue fighting. Entire sections of the city are off-limits due to war and the safest place is the suburbs because of it's general uselessness.

-Jualse Kon'zor, Vice Vilsuun.​
 
Syrixia recommends that Cronaal contacts the Democratic Union for assistance in bringing a peaceful compromise to apparency for both sides.

However, if this cannot be reached, your government has the support of Syrixia's thirty million-man armed forces, consisting of the LA, MA, and AA. (Land Army, Maritime Army, and Air Army) each sub-force numbering at ten million. We also have a large arsenal of nuclear bombs ready for use if the situation gets dire enough, though we would rather not use them.
 
Meanwhile, near Ganjarius Central, several skyscrapers are bombed as a sign to the army. They were mainly tall, notable office ones with maybe another being a store's international HQ. As this is happening, the army in Fort Dias-moth recieves news of Vilsuun Jok'mey's attack in Guslantis. A surprise to everyone. As it was unexpected that the rebels would take any action in foreign land to minimize outside intervention.

As this happens, a major port city named Diareah-Porte is also recieving rebel gunfire. Once again, people scream and panic across the city as the military is seemingly overwhelmed by the force and power of the illegal weaponary and armour.
 
Syrixia:
We also have a large arsenal of nuclear bombs ready for use if the situation gets dire enough, though we would rather not use them.
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The Eumenorian government would like to remind their friends in Syrixia that nukes/bombs/weapons of mass destruction are never the answer. We too recommend Cronaal to seek a diplomatic agreement. We will not however offer land or forces after what happened in the whole 'Yugoslavian Letter' affair.
 
Syrixia:
We also have a large arsenal of nuclear bombs ready for use if the situation gets dire enough, though we would rather not use them.
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The Eumenorian government would like to remind their friends in Syrixia that nukes/bombs/weapons of mass destruction are never the answer. We too recommend Cronaal to seek a diplomatic agreement. We will not however offer land or forces after what happened in the whole 'Yugoslavian Letter' affair.
 
Agreed, this is why we suggested that nuclear weapons are only used in the most dire situations. (I.E. the rebels take over Eknorvia)
 
OOC: The way I wanted the RP to sway was people getting involved and making their own Cronaali Officials NPCs as I narrate the actions between the rebels and the Eknorve Army.
 
This morning at 09:38AM, a bomb was set off in the Azike Quarter. The detonation of the bomb has destroyed 16 billion ¥ Akimor worth of infastructure and buildings and killed 1.6million residence and public members. Respects and money shall be paid and compensated to all families involved as the hospitals begin to fill up.

The government is appalled, at what seems to be the rebels, for committing such a heinous act of terrorism and are deploying the Lake Pel Army into the city. The deployment is expected to take roughly a month to transport all equipment and soldiers into soon-to-be designated areas of the city which shall be heavily guarded 29/5, the areas shall not be disclosed incase of rebel interception.
 
An unexpected turn of events had led to a second province being lost to the Rebels, the Lake Pel province. As the army was conducting large-scale soldier movement, the rebels decided to take this chance to open fire onto the provinces regional capital, Methyr. Methyr is a culturally important province in the center of the nation as it contains most non-Eknorvic people that reside in Cronaal, it's purpose actually. The large amount of foreigners in the area is important to the nation as it promotes tourism to other nations as the foreigner's opinions are usually positive.
 
"Anchors aweigh!" said the leader of the 5,000-man Syrixian peacekeeping force sent to aid in the civil war. (After a request for assistance to the DU by the Guslants)

As the ship sailed to Pigletville, Guslantis, where they would meet the Cronaalis, the crew was excited. They had heard about the new joint-command of Syrixia, and they were assured one of the Prime Ministers would be coming with them.

Just then, a Lieutenant received a text from John Sirus himself; saying that he couldn't make it. He was busy with domestic issues.

Suddenly, out from the VIP quarters stepped Sir Alfred Nursson. Everyone immediately saluted.

"Now, I trust we're ready to exit the boat?" Mr. Nursson said as the force marched off the boat into Pigletville.
 
The peacekeeping force was welcomed into Pigletville by Madam Hilley, General Akerman, and Ambassador Tucker. "Good day, Mr. Nursson, my name is Abigail Hilley, this is my leading general, Emily Akerman, and my foreign affairs minister, Jordan Tucker," said Hilley shaking Mr. Nursson's hand. "There are many places that we could keep your force until necessary, and that is ultimately up to you where you want to keep them. As for the negotiations, the Cronaal embassy will suffice." General Akerman suddenly interrupted, "That's if you want to mess with all of the Cronaal embassy guards! I swear, those goddamn politicians will put the whole Cronaal army in there if it means safety for the refugees!" Ambassador Tucker held back General Akerman as he said, "I will fetch a hovercraft to escort you. It will be a quick five minute flight."
 
"We fashion ourselves to be like Ancient Rome; we are excellent at structure building. We could probably self-build a campus for our peacekeeping force outside of Pigletville on that island over there, with your permission." Mr. Nursson says.

Mr. Nursson then points to the island, south of Pigletville, off of the coast. It's small, but it looks to be clear and uninhabited.

"As for the force's actions, we are ready to go to Cronaal whenever you deem necessary. Parliament has voted to have Guslantis direct our force in whereabouts it goes."
 
(OOC: Pigletville is in the center of Guslantis, with Augustus Town, the port city, being in the harbor)

The representatives from Syrixia were escorted into the Cronaali embassy headquarters to where General Akerman and Minister Beier were watching a electronic map of the region. "Good afternoon, Mr. Nursson." said Beier as the group sat down. "The Guslant crews have been working hard to assemble an unarmed fleet of ships for these refugees. Among these ships are cargo ships, oil tankers, retired cruise ships...and..." Beier pressed a button and a hologram of a ship illuminated. "The Guslant Gold, everyone. Complete with a mobile headquarters and bunker, this old oil tanker will bring us to Cronaal safely." General Akerman suddenly looked at Madam Hilley. "We've risked everything, including our best hovercrafts." She paused, knowing what she would say next. "I will lead our strike against the rebels. When push comes to shove, the Guslants will fight back against the rebels." She brought everyone over to the map. "The Syrixians and the Guslants will nestle the ships into the Cronaali harbor. Meanwhile, my squadron of hovercrafts will strike against the rebels and extract any Cronaali delegates still inside the capital city. The Syrixian army will then extract the survivors. We'll round up the most refugees we can and send them to the Francis Building. Everyone got it?"
 
As I sit at my desk, in the neighbouring room, I receive an email. It's the hospital confirming of Elas' death, quietly a tear drops from my eye but there's no time for that. I continue to read the email explaining the situation at Lake Pel. (OOC: I never finished my previous post.)

EMAIL-
At this current point, en-mass civilians are being escorted from the area. The decisions of the rebels are fair, but they're demeaning and murder people inbetween. There's been note of several refugee airships being destroyed in mid-air above Methyr, causing significant damage to the city below, and I, your new military advisor, suggest you release Project Anchor. Project Anchor will devastate the entire province and destroy any form of civilization but using Containment Fields it should be simple to keep them into the cities.

As you know, project Anchor is not a machine or a technology, it is a new bio-genetic creature. It has no form of emotion and destroys anyone in it's path, a destructive monster of high power. I however doubt you'd choose this option, you are certainly no Emperor Fyiiuto, your predecessor. i suggest the best course of action I'd assume would be to accept the DU intervention and spend the next few months, (OOC: Hopefully, IRL), regaining lost provinces and eradicating rebels.

Why do you think Anchor is known as The Dead City?

Onkathe'dos Melthoore, Narinthe'nol dos Vehllir
 
Bootsie:
(OOC: Pigletville is in the center of Guslantis, with Augustus Town, the port city, being in the harbor)

The representatives from Syrixia were escorted into the Cronaali embassy headquarters to where General Akerman and Minister Beier were watching a electronic map of the region. "Good afternoon, Mr. Nursson." said Beier as the group sat down. "The Guslant crews have been working hard to assemble an unarmed fleet of ships for these refugees. Among these ships are cargo ships, oil tankers, retired cruise ships...and..." Beier pressed a button and a hologram of a ship illuminated. "The Guslant Gold, everyone. Complete with a mobile headquarters and bunker, this old oil tanker will bring us to Cronaal safely." General Akerman suddenly looked at Madam Hilley. "We've risked everything, including our best hovercrafts." She paused, knowing what she would say next. "I will lead our strike against the rebels. When push comes to shove, the Guslants will fight back against the rebels." She brought everyone over to the map. "The Syrixians and the Guslants will nestle the ships into the Cronaali harbor. Meanwhile, my squadron of hovercrafts will strike against the rebels and extract any Cronaali delegates still inside the capital city. The Syrixian army will then extract the survivors. We'll round up the most refugees we can and send them to the Francis Building. Everyone got it?"
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"Sounds dandy." Mr. Nursson exclaimed. "We've got a naval taskforce of 5 battleships, 10 destroyers and 15 frigates ready to surround the rebels and blockade ports, and we've doubled the number of peacekeeping forces entering Cronaal. We'll have enough to rescue every survivor from Cronaal to Abenasca and still have forces pummeling the rebels. Though I'd like to add to the plan that we should have intelligence forces on standby so we can find the position of the rebel leader, his/her identity, and the rebels' reason for...well, rebellion. It isn't exactly sane for rebels to rise against a government without a casus belli."
 
Meanwhile in Ganjarius, the mountain capital of the entire nation of Cronaal, there was direct rebel fire on the Crymson Palace. The Crymson Palace is the oldest known place in Cronaal and holds several thousand years worth of ancient knowledge, the rebels truly hate the government if they're willing to open-fire on this landmark of truly extreme beauty and national importance.

On the other side of the city near the Ganjarius Freeway, several bombings have occurred and destroyed large chunks of the highway, we suspect this is to most likely slow down military involvement and give the rebels extra time to destroy and murder.
 
Just then, Syrixian peacekeeping forces led by General Clovis Von Winstin hurled themselves over the roof of the Crimson Palace. The Syrixian Navy and the force it was escorting had made it to Cronaal. The rebels were kept back, but the peacekeeping forces could not advance.

Admiral Henry Tiberio of the Navy turned on his communication unit.

"Mr. Nursson, sir, we're at a stalemate here. No one is advancing on either side. Both me and General Von Winstin can do nothing about it! No matter what we try, it stays a stalemate! We need the Guslant Gold to set sail!"

"Roger that, Admiral. I'll tell General Akerman to expedite the process of leaving the port of Augustus Town. Expect us to be there in one hour."

"Yes, sir."

Communications were cut. Admiral Tiberio hoped the Guslant Gold would get there in time. He stood scared, watching the massacre, seeing General Von Winstin fighting the rebel forces pushing into the Crimson Palace. Tiberio knew, if the rebels got in, they would destroy possibly 1/6 of the North Pacific's ancient artifacts. After all, that was what Syrixia knew Cronaal for.

Suddenly, a bullet hit him point-blank in the eye.

Everything went black.
 
A few miles from shore, the Guslant hovercrafts zoomed toward the Crimson Palace, led by General Akerman. The Guslant Gold and the rest of the fleet were lagging behind to dampen the fire to the ships from the rebels. Aboard one, General Akerman commanded the squadron of hovercrafts. "Okay everyone, we cannot attack the rebels, but keep the peace. Got it?" she ordered. On another hovercraft, Akerman's second-in-command, Nancy Scottsfield was listening. She knew that this was a suicide mission. Suddenly, the squadron crossed over land, and rebel fire hit. "Hang on! Do not let them get to us! Rescue the rebels!", Akerman ordered. A shot hit her hovercraft's engine and she was knocked to the ground. "Akerman to fleet. Akerman to Syrixia. We are on our way." The hovercraft was shot down and crashed into the ground at a great speed. The rest of the hovercrafts sped past the rebels as the fleet behind them moved closer to Cronaal.
 
"Roger!" said General Von Winstin, who managed to escape the battlefield after more forces came in from the Syrixian Navy.

"General Akerman, we have a problem! Henry Tiberio, leader of our Navy, has been shot in the eye! He's out cold! Plus, thousands more of us are dying every second! We need medical assistance!"
 
Meanwhile in Fort Dias-moth, the army was preparing for an all-out assault on the rebels nearing the Crymson Palace. Anything could happen if they captured the building, they could destroy the entire palace, expose confidential government documents or steal all the wealth and ancient treasure within. One final thing they could do was take the supertank out of the lower-floor museum, it could destroy the entire city if used wrongly leading to the deaths of hundreds and thousands of Eknorve people.

"We have until 16 on the clock to get there and begin assault, if we fail this, the entire palace could be destroyed or used against us." Shouted General Minthur dos Guyriah, one of three army generals for the province of Ganjar, in order to rush the soldiers and make it seem like they're time is dwindling. Suddenly, a man walked in, he was in a suit and looked like he'd just been ambushed but managed to escape,
"General Minthur, I have intel on the rebels and their current actions. Well, more like observations actually." Hurriedly said the suited man who was infact a Juylohs, a military unit who do more observation than research in order to get a second sight of the battle.
 
Meanwhile, while Admiral Tiberio was healing in a small hospital outside of Ganjarius, General Von Winstin realized what was going on.

Suddenly, Prime Minister Nursson got an urgent communication from Von Winstin.

"SIR! SIR! THIS IS BAD! I FIGURED OUT WHY THE REBELS WANT INTO THE CRIMSON PALACE! IT'S THE SUPERTANK!"

"Oh...oh, God." replied Nursson, who then turned to General Akerman and Madame Hilley dramatically, with a concerned expression on his face.

"This...is bad."
 
The Guslant hovercrafts sped into the Cronaal mountains, ready to give medical assistance. They landed near the Crimson Palace, but far enough as to not be detected. General Nancy Scottsfield exited the hovercraft and yelled into her radio. "The time has come, bring out the Guslant Gold!" In the harbor, the Guslant fleet, consisting of huge ocean liners and cargo ships parted and from it came a massive ship. The ship was painted a Guslant gold, red, and black and had the emblem written on the side. "Roger that, Scottsfield, the gold is out of the mine." said a voice over the intercom. The Gold pulled into the port city and lowered down its massive doors. Out of one came the vice president of Guslantis, Cassidy Ryan. "Pack as many civilians as you can onto her! Children and women to the center, men near the walls!" she ordered to the crew. A sailor ran up to the vice president, nervously and out of breath. "Madam Vice, there is terrible news to report! Hovercraft W-23 was shot down over Cronaal!" he yelled. "I am quite aware of the situation, seaman, Akerman's team has sent reports every hour to the mobile headquarters." she replied calmly. "That's the issue, Madam Vice, it was Akerman's team! Akerman was shot down by the rebels!" he replied. Ryan looked shocked as she saw that he was correct, the general's hovercraft was on fire not more than one hundred feet from where she stood.
 
Nursson heard the conversation. His jaw dropped. In an instant he completely abandoned any conversation he was having, dashed towards Vice President Ryan, saw the crashed hovercraft, and he knew what he had to do.

Suddenly, a high-ranked Syrixian peacekeeper came up to Nursson and said, "Sir, why are you so close to the battle? Shouldn't the soldiers handle it?"

Nursson replied, "Nonsense, soldier, I think every man in government should break out a little elbow grease sometimes! 's called PATRIOTISM, young man!"

The soldier and Prime Minister Nursson pried open the hatch and there they saw General Akerman.

The Prime Minister smiled a rather caring and friendly smile.

"Sir? Shouldn't we get her out of there?"

"Oh right."

The two pulled Akerman out, and in an instant, the Guslant General was ferried off on a gurney to the nearest hospital.

The Prime Minister then cleaned his hands, fixed his bow tie, and ran back toward the Guslant Gold while he waited for Syrixian navy ships to rendezvous with the Gold. His plan was almost ready. Soon the Crimson Palace would be defended, and the super tank kept unused.
 
Ryan ran through the crowd of civilians entering the Gold to the Prime Minister. "Mr. Nursson, a moment if you please." she said as she approached him with an electronic clipboard. "Mobile HQ reports that the Gold is taking in most of the civilians for the fleet. Obviously its large size is coming in handy. We should have all of the civilians out of the country in a few hours." She looked down, seeing an update from the HQ. "Oh, and speaking of, Madam Hilley has a message for you." She turned the clipboard to face him, showing a hovercraft model. "An unidentified hovercraft attachment was shipped aboard the Gold under the orders of Akerman." The model on the screen rotated, showing the 360 few of the attachment. "I'd tell you that we have it figured out, and that we know exactly what it does, but Akerman ordered her assistant to take it from the Gold before it reached the harbor. We believe that Scottsfield now has the hovercraft with the attachment, and not even she knows the potential of the weapon." The onscreen hovercraft fire the blast and blew up. Suddenly, an alert came up and Ryan checked it. "HQ needs me, however, I will be on radio channel five, the Gold will launch on your command." Ryan followed the civilians onto the Gold as one of the Gold's doors closed.
 
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Ryan ran through the crowd of civilians entering the Gold to the Prime Minister. "Mr. Nursson, a moment if you please." she said as she approached him with an electronic clipboard. "Mobile HQ reports that the Gold is taking in most of the civilians for the fleet. Obviously its large size is coming in handy. We should have all of the civilians out of the country in a few hours." She looked down, seeing an update from the HQ. "Oh, and speaking of, Madam Hilley has a message for you." She turned the clipboard to face him, showing a hovercraft model. "An unidentified hovercraft attachment was shipped aboard the Gold under the orders of Akerman." The model on the screen rotated, showing the 360 few of the attachment. "I'd tell you that we have it figured out, and that we know exactly what it does, but Akerman ordered her assistant to take it from the Gold before it reached the harbor. We believe that Scottsfield now has the hovercraft with the attachment, and not even she knows the potential of the weapon." The onscreen hovercraft fire the blast and blew up. Suddenly, an alert came up and Ryan checked it. "HQ needs me, however, I will be on radio channel five, the Gold will launch on your command." Ryan followed the civilians onto the Gold as one of the Gold's doors closed.
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"We need to find Scottsfield..." Mr. Nursson thought to himself.

"LAUNCH THE GOLD!" yelled Nursson. The Gold began to move from the port of Ganjarius. "Hopefully it'll get the citizens to safety..." Mr. Nursson mumbled to himself. He then pressed a secret button on his wristwatch and in an instant his prized machine came down to him. Something his scientists and he had kept hidden away from the nation, something he was now ready to unveil.

As General Von Winstin kept trying to push back the rebels and Admiral Tiberio, now healed, sprayed the rebels with the navy's high pressure water cannons and barreled the rebels with gunfire, Mr. Nursson thought to himself, "At last, the jewel of Syrixia shall be unveiled. Plus, I can use it to help defend the Crimson Palace AND look for Scottsfield."

He smiled, remembering someone, and then began to take off.

Suddenly, General Von Winstin noticed a colossal mechanic titan stomp through the ruins of Ganjarius. Its arm opened and a vacuum was revealed, sucking in all the rebels and molecule-phasing them to a prison in Asihelm, Syrixia's third city.

The mech continued to capture the rebel soldiers and escort the last of the civilians to safety. Admiral Tiberio, with General Von Winstin at his side, looked up at the mech's cockpit.

"No way!" said the Admiral.

"That man's a genius!" said the General.

The mech marched along, and as it was assisting the soldiers and protecting the Crimson Palace, the two commanders noticed its pilot.

MR. ALFRED NURSSON.



(OOC: Japan has already begun to make mechs costing only $1 million, with areas that guns can be mounted on. Don't even try questioning the realism here.)
 
(OOC:The war continues however, there are many provinces still to be named, I have them all here in a book with the real map of Cronaal)
 
Another man stormed into the Fort barracks, also in a suit, also an observer. He was less filthy and looked well fed unlike most people in the barracks.
"General, I have intel on the Crymson Palace battle between Syrixia and the Rebels, also our friends Guslantis collecting refugees and casualties." He said in a rather relaxed tone. The General was surprised, the Cronaali had no time to even leave the barracks before the battle was over.
"Dammit, anyway, well done. Tell the Syrixian Army that our nation thanks them for protecting the most sacred landmark in the nation." Replied the General.
"i have bad news though, Western Hontawei is under attack from rebel fire, and a whole artificial Rebel Province stands between us and Hontawei. We could use Far Eastern Larineth if we persevered or also use the army of our most eastern province, The Buskarian Army." The man said in shame as the General sat down and put his head in his hands. the rebels were moving too fast, too soon. Their firepower is too powerful and their armour too strong.
"I think this war will extend further than Cronaal, possibly the southern reaches of Azkay and Abensca..." The General said in a spine chilling voice.
 
After receiving the message of thanks, Mr. Nursson typed in, "You're very welcome. But do thank the Guslants. They helped too."

Mr. Nursson turned, after the Army finished off the last of the rebels at Ganjarius, and moved his army and himself, in his mech, down to where the Buskarian Army was fighting.

"Come in. Come in. This is General Clovis Von Winston speaking. Cronaal, we are ready to move to wherever aid is needed the most. Please specify an area. Over."

The General, on orders from Nursson, sent 300 peacekeepers to find Scottsfield. The rest began to prepare for a voyage to Buskaria.
 
As the message of thanks was received, the humongous ship that was the Guslant Gold pulled into the Augustus Town harbour. The massive doors opened and the refugees started to exit the ship. As they exited, government officials started to ID them. These IDs served two purposes: 1. To put them into room assignments and 2. Prevent rebels from entering the nation. Once they were identified, they were put onto a freeway toward Pigletville. Back in Cronaal, General Scottsfield was loading the hovercraft to go fight the rebels. A soldier walked up to her for orders. "When are we firing this weapon?" he asked. "I don't know, I'm not even sure that I know how it even works...Akerman has the plans to work this stupid thing..." In a Cronaali hospital, Akerman was on her last limb. This war took the effect on her. The general of the Schnellerkrieg was waiting, but it was no use. She passed away as she looked at the war-torn city around her.
 
bumped this post; reposting it after Cronaal's because it makes more sense that way.
 
(OOC: This post is going to describe the state of the city, and the state of the nation and the rebel war)

The city of Ganjarius was a ruin, the center was no longer intact and was just utterly destroyed. Several millennium worth of knowledge and advanced technology gone in the space of a few weeks. The further out one goes, however, the destruction gets more and more mild but still extreme enough to renounce Ganjarius as the capital at this current state, all known embassies destroyed and large amount of government intel lost from central, important buildings.

Most of the city is rendered uninhabitable, with the futuristic, and condemned, technology of Cronaal being so violent and dangerous when used in illegal power. The suburban and school districts are some of the few major districts of the city left standing and the only thing left in Central Ganjarius is the Crymson Palace and the Fort.

Meanwhile, for the rest of the nation, Azkay and Abenasca being untouched at the current moment, the rebels are diverting their attention from the city-province of Ganjar to more strategically beneficial provinces such as the Lake Pel and Hontawei regions, most likely to cut the nation in half and distract military.

Still, the reason for the conflict is unknown and the citizens wish to have the leader of said rebels alive for torture and questioning.

All refugees are currently being deported to Guslantis in the general area of the Eknorve Embassy.
 
"Sir! Sir!" yelled a soldier, while running up to Prime Minister Nursson.

"Yes, lad?"

"General Akerman is dead!"

Nursson looked around for a bit, and shed a tear.

"She was a good lass...we'll make sure to have a funeral for 'er after this war is over. Tell the General I said to move the troops to Hontawei, and make sure the Navy goes to Lake Pel. If there isn't a way from the ocean to the lake, tell me and I'll call in more forces from Balamb."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldier ran off. Nursson sat down, turned on his phone, and called Madam Hilley.

"Madam Hilley, if possible, could you have a ship pick me up? I suddenly don't feel like fighting." Mr. Nursson said quietly.
 
In the commercial district of Pigletville, the pregnant Hilley was discussing the Cronaali civilians with her cabinet in front of the Francis Building. "The civilian count is higher than predicted, Madam President" said Minister Beier. "How much higher?" she asked. "We were thousands off. Our commercial district cannot sustain this population, we have corporate presidents to..." he started to complain before Hilley's phone rang. "Force your corporate presidents out of their cozy offices under orders of the president, and put the rest of the refugees in the Thomas Building on Pigletville Avenue, and the Veranto Building on 14th Street!" she ordered before answering the phone. She walked away from her cabinet, and spoke quietly. "Thank you for calling the office of the president, I am Madam President Abigail Hilley, how may I assist you today?" she said iconically. She knew who it was, and that it was no use to ramble out the iconic Guslant opening. "Hello? Yes, this is she. I...she is...? When? Oh...I'm sorry to hear that...I will get that to the Ministry of Information...how did the battle go...? Oh...we won? Oh...that's good. Yes...I'll send a ship that way..." She walked back over to Minister Beier, and tried to hand him her phone. Her hand shook and she dropped it out of fear. Her lead general was dead, Guslantis was now crowded with people. She was a pregnant woman, and she was stressed.
 
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