ARCHIVED: Operation Pigletville - Eknorve Civil War
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Felis
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(OOC: Motivational music mode, ACTIVATE!)
Meanwhile in Porte Harb'Norre Karr on the southern edge of Anchor island there were military preparations of enormous scale, it was much more than insane. there were hundreds of aircrafts and land vehicles of all shapes, sized and types which ranged from defensive to offensive. The entire port city was filled with soldiers, at least 10-20 per street, and it seemed as if the entire nation's army was based here with most of the nation's stockpiled weapon, which were mostly quite powerful if used in the correct situations. It was as if they were going to war... They were. The were going to war with a city itself, a city so hidden and mysterious, yet so spoken about and recognized. Anchor City itself. The grand and most powerful city known to the Eknorve people. There were once 12 million people living in the towering scrapers and strong buildings of the city but now... Most of those people were dead or now Yarrvaer. The Yarrvaer were the remnants of biological experiments, they were almost like zombies and reproduced themselves every time a person died to them but they were far worse. Far. They were stronger, larger and faster and had much more developed brains. They were what many would consider overpowered if it were a game, but it was not a game. It was reality and they had to be destroyed.Luckily for the rest of Anchor island and Cronaal, the city had a self protection system. A force field, it was extremely fragile and had to have a major surge of electricity hourly. It could go down any second if the mainland didn't produce enough power. The fate of Eknorvia rested on that force field's survival.
The army continued to prepare but knew they couldn't attack until they'd pleased Guslantis and Syrixia with proof of the experiments performed on the city but hopefully, maybe, they could convince the two nations to fight with Cronaal against the demons that were encased, trapped like mice inside the cities protection system. Id they could do so then... The city would be reclaimed and the ever growing threat of Anchor would end. Bah! They knew that Syrixia would never join ESCERPAB's cause.
Meanwhile in Porte Harb'Norre Karr on the southern edge of Anchor island there were military preparations of enormous scale, it was much more than insane. there were hundreds of aircrafts and land vehicles of all shapes, sized and types which ranged from defensive to offensive. The entire port city was filled with soldiers, at least 10-20 per street, and it seemed as if the entire nation's army was based here with most of the nation's stockpiled weapon, which were mostly quite powerful if used in the correct situations. It was as if they were going to war... They were. The were going to war with a city itself, a city so hidden and mysterious, yet so spoken about and recognized. Anchor City itself. The grand and most powerful city known to the Eknorve people. There were once 12 million people living in the towering scrapers and strong buildings of the city but now... Most of those people were dead or now Yarrvaer. The Yarrvaer were the remnants of biological experiments, they were almost like zombies and reproduced themselves every time a person died to them but they were far worse. Far. They were stronger, larger and faster and had much more developed brains. They were what many would consider overpowered if it were a game, but it was not a game. It was reality and they had to be destroyed.Luckily for the rest of Anchor island and Cronaal, the city had a self protection system. A force field, it was extremely fragile and had to have a major surge of electricity hourly. It could go down any second if the mainland didn't produce enough power. The fate of Eknorvia rested on that force field's survival.
The army continued to prepare but knew they couldn't attack until they'd pleased Guslantis and Syrixia with proof of the experiments performed on the city but hopefully, maybe, they could convince the two nations to fight with Cronaal against the demons that were encased, trapped like mice inside the cities protection system. Id they could do so then... The city would be reclaimed and the ever growing threat of Anchor would end. Bah! They knew that Syrixia would never join ESCERPAB's cause.
The General, the three guards, and the two appointed diplomats stepped into the vehicle after the Guslants. They were wary, because they knew they were going to face Nisrelle-vache. However, the General maintained his bravery. He was ready to stare Nisrelle-vache right in the face if needed.
Tensions were high, but diplomacy had a chance of happening.
Tensions were high, but diplomacy had a chance of happening.
Felis
TNPer
"What? Straight to- Are you sure?" The driver replied to a transmission just before the vehicle began to reform itself, they were going straight to Anchor Island, to Port Harb'Norre Karr.
"There seems to be a change of plan, we're going straight to Anchor Island. You'll be seeing the Vilsuun a few days early." he said in a serious tony, he knew something was wrong... Or at least out of place from usual. The vehicle once again reformed itself but into an aircraft this time rather than a Jeep-like vehicle. It began to catch aflame, but not harmful to those inside or the vehicle (OOC: Think of Katniss and Peter's ceremony clothing in The Hunger Games when riding the chariot). Then suddenly, gunfire. The Eknorve armies had arrived in Guslantis and were not told about the unofficial truce that was being conducted at the current moment. The aircraft was being hit by bullets, spears and arrows and had to go fast before it was damaged. There was a sudden burst of air from beneath the aircraft as it began to lift itself up into the air which pushed a few people back slightly but barely did anything to effect the, extremely small, army of Aben. The aircraft continued to lift itself higher and higher until it was of acceptable height to begin moving ahead which it swiftly did. The aircraft moved at a near-sonic speed and was going to reach Anchor Island within the next 12 hours.
"Fuckign Eknorve." the pilot quietly muttered under his breath.
"There seems to be a change of plan, we're going straight to Anchor Island. You'll be seeing the Vilsuun a few days early." he said in a serious tony, he knew something was wrong... Or at least out of place from usual. The vehicle once again reformed itself but into an aircraft this time rather than a Jeep-like vehicle. It began to catch aflame, but not harmful to those inside or the vehicle (OOC: Think of Katniss and Peter's ceremony clothing in The Hunger Games when riding the chariot). Then suddenly, gunfire. The Eknorve armies had arrived in Guslantis and were not told about the unofficial truce that was being conducted at the current moment. The aircraft was being hit by bullets, spears and arrows and had to go fast before it was damaged. There was a sudden burst of air from beneath the aircraft as it began to lift itself up into the air which pushed a few people back slightly but barely did anything to effect the, extremely small, army of Aben. The aircraft continued to lift itself higher and higher until it was of acceptable height to begin moving ahead which it swiftly did. The aircraft moved at a near-sonic speed and was going to reach Anchor Island within the next 12 hours.
"Fuckign Eknorve." the pilot quietly muttered under his breath.
Von Winstin picked up his walkie-talkie. "Oh, and call off the Pameiro Powerbomb. We'll test it one day." He sighed, knowing the full power of the 50-megaton Pameiro Powerbomb would not be seen for a long time. A pity, as that bomb was as powerful as the Tsar Bomba, the largest nuclear weapon ever detonated.
Then again, the General thought, for peace's sake, detonating it may not be a good idea.
11 hours later...
Von Winstin and most of the other Syrixians were asleep. One lone diplomat woke up and looked around. Anchor Island was in sight, however the city of Anchor was not yet. The diplomat went back to sleep, ready for the diplomatic excursion she knew she wouldn't forget.
1 hour later...
Then again, the General thought, for peace's sake, detonating it may not be a good idea.
11 hours later...
Von Winstin and most of the other Syrixians were asleep. One lone diplomat woke up and looked around. Anchor Island was in sight, however the city of Anchor was not yet. The diplomat went back to sleep, ready for the diplomatic excursion she knew she wouldn't forget.
1 hour later...
Akerman was very frustrated that the rebels decided to pick her and the rest of the diplomats up early. Among the diplomats were Jordan Tucker and Kyle Hall, two negotiators with different views of diplomacy. She still let the Eknorve ministers get escorted to the Guslant Gold, and she would deliver them to the island as planned. She felt very terrible that she helped the pathetic Vilsuun that was Jok'mey and was ready to watch his trial. She did have one request for the new Vilsuun, and hoped that she would get the time to request it when in Anchor. She look at her tablet, and opened the GusNet app. She quickly looked at the executive officer tab, and contacted Cassidy Ryan. In the Guslant Harbor, Cassidy Ryan watched as armored trucks arrived with the arrested Eknorve ministers. This was not right, she thought, but did not say anything as the trucks boarded the Guslant Gold. She looked down, and saw a message from General Akerman on her tablet. She clicked it, and an audio message was heard.
"Cassidy, this is Em. I am confirming that the unarmed fleet is departing as planned. Our allies are expecting these criminals, and I want them to know that we really mean our alliance. Please respond promptly when they leave."
Cassidy teared up, and began to speak in the native language of Guslantis.
"Em ... warum tust du das? Diese Menschen sind unschuldig! Erwarten Sie, um eine vilsuun unsere Kapital ersparen zu besanftigen?"
Cassidy boarded the Guslant Gold and the fleet left Augustus Town.
"Cassidy, this is Em. I am confirming that the unarmed fleet is departing as planned. Our allies are expecting these criminals, and I want them to know that we really mean our alliance. Please respond promptly when they leave."
Cassidy teared up, and began to speak in the native language of Guslantis.
"Em ... warum tust du das? Diese Menschen sind unschuldig! Erwarten Sie, um eine vilsuun unsere Kapital ersparen zu besanftigen?"
Cassidy boarded the Guslant Gold and the fleet left Augustus Town.
Felis
TNPer
The began to approach the port city. Around them, in the windows, they got to see the insane amount on military that was in this one city, it was truly both astounding and terrifying. If they could look directly down, they'd also be able to see the pristine and beautifully clean condition of the city, no drunk soldiers nor filthy, rubbish-ridden alleyways or such. They passed over the port itself swiftly, they were no longer at such sonic speeds but were still rather fast, passing over the city in a blur, they were approaching the city center where Vilsuun Nisrelle-vache stood, waiting. Then the ship slowed down, they were landing. The people inside noticed a distinct lack of people, the entire island had actually been forcibly abandoned during the beginning of Project Anchor meaning it was rather empty during the entirety or Emperor Fuyiito's and Vilsuun Jok'mey's reigns. They landed. The door let off some steam/smoke and opened as if it were an airlock, and at the foot of the door which was now making a ramp from the floor... The Vilsuun himself,
"Welcome to Anchor, you're worst fucking nightmare!" He said rather cynically but with a voice that was noticeably similar to Jok'mey's.
"Welcome to Anchor, you're worst fucking nightmare!" He said rather cynically but with a voice that was noticeably similar to Jok'mey's.
(OOC: I think it is fine as it is, we don't need to change the thread just because the location changed.)
Emily stepped out first, approaching the Vilsuun with much bravery.
"I've been through the Schnellerkrieg and your war in Cronaal, this is half of what terror I've been through. General Emily Akerman of Pigletville, 5-Star general of the Guslantis Armed Forces. I do have a request for you, but I will ask you if I may share it. The rest of the Eknorve ministers are on their way from Augustus Town, I do plan to have them here in two or three days. I am dearly sorry to cause such a damage to your people and the rebels in our western capital city. If it is not an issue to you, I'd like to see Western Pigletville returned to our nation, as we are now allied."
Jordan Tucker and Kyle Hall exited after the general, and walked up to the Vilsuun as well.
"I'd also like to request a seat away from our former allies. The Syrixians are idiotic, and I prefer to not sit next to them toward the trial of a lifetime," said Tucker.
Emily stepped out first, approaching the Vilsuun with much bravery.
"I've been through the Schnellerkrieg and your war in Cronaal, this is half of what terror I've been through. General Emily Akerman of Pigletville, 5-Star general of the Guslantis Armed Forces. I do have a request for you, but I will ask you if I may share it. The rest of the Eknorve ministers are on their way from Augustus Town, I do plan to have them here in two or three days. I am dearly sorry to cause such a damage to your people and the rebels in our western capital city. If it is not an issue to you, I'd like to see Western Pigletville returned to our nation, as we are now allied."
Jordan Tucker and Kyle Hall exited after the general, and walked up to the Vilsuun as well.
"I'd also like to request a seat away from our former allies. The Syrixians are idiotic, and I prefer to not sit next to them toward the trial of a lifetime," said Tucker.
Felis
TNPer
(OOC: Okay, I'll leave it for the thread about the execution, it's quite an important event and I'd like to invite other nations to witness.)
Nisrelle-vache sighed,
"No, we are sorry. It was not our place to bombard your city as such, I also received intel on the homes destroyed. We aim to rebuild the lives of those rendered homeless and such, one of those homes belonged to your family. We were quite desperate, the Vilsuun held vital information to our cause." Nisrelle-vache said quite sympathetically. It was clear he recognized emotion and was not as violent as he seemed over transmission. He continued to motion the group of people north, to the edge of the city. As they walked they saw soldier preparing, some looked at them and others waved or ignored them. The army seemed rather friendly, but then again... Their task was to save people in the first place. They continued walking, they walked through quite a few mini-plazas filled with towering buildings, all abandoned and empty... Mostly, there were soldiers garrisoned in almost all the buildings they could see.
"Ignore them, they're only there to ensure that there's no Yarrvaer" Nisrelle-vache said as they got closer and closer to the largest, strongest looking building in the port city. This seems even more guarded and busy than the port which seemed o be the main epicenter of most the army until they arrived at the skyscraper.
"Welcome to my headquarters" Nisrelle-vache said as we walked backwards and outstretched his arms as to say 'Behold!'. They entered the building to see a large table in the center of the room with a map of the island on it and several figures placed atop, including a dome of sorts. This room was extremely busy, phones ringing and rushing, suited people all over. These were the people running the entire Cronaali Army and some of the most important people for hundreds of miles. The Vilsuun gestured everyone to a small collection of seats in the corner underneath some stairs.
"Sit. It's... 21PM ENK, we'll stay here for tonight and... discuss." Nisrelle-vache said, rather unsure of the situation and how it'd turn out considering Syrixia and Guslantis were opposite ends of an argument that started no less than an hour ago.
"Oh, what did you wish to share... General Akarman. Oh! And do sit down first." Nisrelle-vache said with excitement as he remembered, he sit in the center seat.
Nisrelle-vache sighed,
"No, we are sorry. It was not our place to bombard your city as such, I also received intel on the homes destroyed. We aim to rebuild the lives of those rendered homeless and such, one of those homes belonged to your family. We were quite desperate, the Vilsuun held vital information to our cause." Nisrelle-vache said quite sympathetically. It was clear he recognized emotion and was not as violent as he seemed over transmission. He continued to motion the group of people north, to the edge of the city. As they walked they saw soldier preparing, some looked at them and others waved or ignored them. The army seemed rather friendly, but then again... Their task was to save people in the first place. They continued walking, they walked through quite a few mini-plazas filled with towering buildings, all abandoned and empty... Mostly, there were soldiers garrisoned in almost all the buildings they could see.
"Ignore them, they're only there to ensure that there's no Yarrvaer" Nisrelle-vache said as they got closer and closer to the largest, strongest looking building in the port city. This seems even more guarded and busy than the port which seemed o be the main epicenter of most the army until they arrived at the skyscraper.
"Welcome to my headquarters" Nisrelle-vache said as we walked backwards and outstretched his arms as to say 'Behold!'. They entered the building to see a large table in the center of the room with a map of the island on it and several figures placed atop, including a dome of sorts. This room was extremely busy, phones ringing and rushing, suited people all over. These were the people running the entire Cronaali Army and some of the most important people for hundreds of miles. The Vilsuun gestured everyone to a small collection of seats in the corner underneath some stairs.
"Sit. It's... 21PM ENK, we'll stay here for tonight and... discuss." Nisrelle-vache said, rather unsure of the situation and how it'd turn out considering Syrixia and Guslantis were opposite ends of an argument that started no less than an hour ago.
"Oh, what did you wish to share... General Akarman. Oh! And do sit down first." Nisrelle-vache said with excitement as he remembered, he sit in the center seat.
"I want to request that I make a speech before the viewers of the trial, before the Vilsuun's execution. It would only seem fair that the actions committed by the criminal that was your brother are revealed, and I want to show him that he has lost his greatest ally in the Guslants," Emily said.
"We'd also like to accompany Akerman onstage, and we want you beside us as well, Nisrelle-vache, it will be exhilarating!" said Tucker, smiling wide at the picture that unfolded in his mind.
"So, Vilsuun? Will you meet with our representatives in East Pigletville to sign our city back to us, and grant me my only request of a speech?" asked Akerman.
"We'd also like to accompany Akerman onstage, and we want you beside us as well, Nisrelle-vache, it will be exhilarating!" said Tucker, smiling wide at the picture that unfolded in his mind.
"So, Vilsuun? Will you meet with our representatives in East Pigletville to sign our city back to us, and grant me my only request of a speech?" asked Akerman.
Felis
TNPer
(OOC: Bloody east coaster Syrixia, wake up.)
"Hm, yes. I'd like him to feel the pain rushing across his body even before the guillotine meets his neck and for revealing all his crimes... I was going to do such anyway, at the execution." Nisrelle-vache said in agreement with their rather positive expressions. He looked around the small nook, it was mainly dark red other than the table which was mahogany and the carpet which was a dark grey.
"The execution wont happen for a few days however, we must ask something of you. Both of you. There is another war, in our own land. I mentioned a word you shouldn't recognize, Yarrvaer. They're whatw e call the biological experiments or... 'demons' that the Vilsuun created. The city of Anchor is overrun with those wild beasts and that is why we're all here, the army and the commotion. It's all a big mess, I still cannot believe that the Vilsuun and Emperor would destroy such a beautiful city and murder almost 12 million people in the process and then just abandon it all leaving a force field, which are still extremely fragile pieces of technology, even to the Eknorve." The Vilsuun said. He was now sickened by the thought of the previous Vilsuun and what he did, this was hard times for everyone. 2015, the ending year of the war.
A man came in and gave tea to the guests.
"I almost forgot, about the signing over... Of course,I'd also be willing to invest in it's reconstruction." Nisrelle-vache said.
"Hm, yes. I'd like him to feel the pain rushing across his body even before the guillotine meets his neck and for revealing all his crimes... I was going to do such anyway, at the execution." Nisrelle-vache said in agreement with their rather positive expressions. He looked around the small nook, it was mainly dark red other than the table which was mahogany and the carpet which was a dark grey.
"The execution wont happen for a few days however, we must ask something of you. Both of you. There is another war, in our own land. I mentioned a word you shouldn't recognize, Yarrvaer. They're whatw e call the biological experiments or... 'demons' that the Vilsuun created. The city of Anchor is overrun with those wild beasts and that is why we're all here, the army and the commotion. It's all a big mess, I still cannot believe that the Vilsuun and Emperor would destroy such a beautiful city and murder almost 12 million people in the process and then just abandon it all leaving a force field, which are still extremely fragile pieces of technology, even to the Eknorve." The Vilsuun said. He was now sickened by the thought of the previous Vilsuun and what he did, this was hard times for everyone. 2015, the ending year of the war.
A man came in and gave tea to the guests.
"I almost forgot, about the signing over... Of course,I'd also be willing to invest in it's reconstruction." Nisrelle-vache said.
(OOC: Here I am!)
As the General looked at Nisrelle-vache with eyes of pure hatred from a distance, one diplomat from Syrixia stepped up and said, "While we are sad at the apparent demise of Jok'mey, we are appalled at his creations. Of course we will help."
Another diplomat turned to Akerman. "I hope you can excuse our General. He is a man of war; he's been in the army since he volunteered at age 18, the lowest age within lawfulness for a Syrixian to enlist. He is rather ruthless in his demeanor, and while this makes for a good army General, it isn't much for that of a social butterfly."
Another diplomat, the second of the three, (The third talking to Nisrelle-vache) chimed in, "I can't wait for your speech. We're broadcasting it to the Prime Minister, who's on vacation in Kalti!"
As the General looked at Nisrelle-vache with eyes of pure hatred from a distance, one diplomat from Syrixia stepped up and said, "While we are sad at the apparent demise of Jok'mey, we are appalled at his creations. Of course we will help."
Another diplomat turned to Akerman. "I hope you can excuse our General. He is a man of war; he's been in the army since he volunteered at age 18, the lowest age within lawfulness for a Syrixian to enlist. He is rather ruthless in his demeanor, and while this makes for a good army General, it isn't much for that of a social butterfly."
Another diplomat, the second of the three, (The third talking to Nisrelle-vache) chimed in, "I can't wait for your speech. We're broadcasting it to the Prime Minister, who's on vacation in Kalti!"
Akerman bluntly nodded, and waited for the assignment from the Vilsuun. She wasn't one for eloquent speeches, she wanted the tough and dirty information and then carry out what was needed.
"You won't get much assistance by telling us about your vendetta with your brother, Nisrelle-vache. Tell us what you want from the armies or I'll personally make sure that the fleet is delayed," said Akerman bluntly.
"Please excuse her, Vilsuun, she's quite...," started Tucker before he was interrupted by Akerman.
"Not to sound forceful, Nisrelle-vache, but you seem to be in need of an army to support you. Seems ironic for a powerful leader such as you, but calling on your enemies is something no good leader would do. What would the press think of this?" Akerman said, leaning closer to the Vilsuun.
"You won't get much assistance by telling us about your vendetta with your brother, Nisrelle-vache. Tell us what you want from the armies or I'll personally make sure that the fleet is delayed," said Akerman bluntly.
"Please excuse her, Vilsuun, she's quite...," started Tucker before he was interrupted by Akerman.
"Not to sound forceful, Nisrelle-vache, but you seem to be in need of an army to support you. Seems ironic for a powerful leader such as you, but calling on your enemies is something no good leader would do. What would the press think of this?" Akerman said, leaning closer to the Vilsuun.
Felis
TNPer
"You've denounced Jok'mey, you are no longer an enemy of ours. We are simply requesting help of an outside nation now." He Vilsuun took a deep, hard and cold stare into Akerman's eyes. What he saw was a determined woman with a task, he was unsure of what though. A suited woman then came up to himBootsie:
"Sir, what should we do with the previous ministers which Guslantis captured?" The woamn asked in a quite... formal tone, as if she were an answering machine.
"Kill them all, use the Gaemorrth'vol Karret Miael" The Vilsuun replied, he used a distinct tone to show that that was no quick, painless way to die. It was quite evident to the surrounding, several workers turned around with a slightly shocked expression on their faces.
"S-Sir?"
"It's an order." There was no emotion in his voice other than hate,
Emily stared right back into the Vilsuun's eyes. She was a powerful woman in Guslantis, and she would not back down so easily.
"Every day that you let the Jok'mey live, you see the ticking bomb of revolutions happening all across The North Pacific. He will only become a martyr for his people's cause I'm afraid, and execution would help him as well as you," she said.
"She is correct, your honor, it is proven fact that the longer you keep a leader captive, the harder their group will fight to let him free," said Tucker.
"Every day that you let the Jok'mey live, you see the ticking bomb of revolutions happening all across The North Pacific. He will only become a martyr for his people's cause I'm afraid, and execution would help him as well as you," she said.
"She is correct, your honor, it is proven fact that the longer you keep a leader captive, the harder their group will fight to let him free," said Tucker.
"Agreed. He's already screwed." said Clovis, walking out from the shadows. "Just get rid of the little [CENSORED]rat before he causes any more trouble."
He was set on the fact that the rebels had won. It was time to get back to reality and stop mourning a fallen leader.
He was set on the fact that the rebels had won. It was time to get back to reality and stop mourning a fallen leader.
Felis
TNPer
(OOC: Since I'd like the execution to be a formal event like the Northern Ball or Pigletville Ball, I'll open up a similar thread for such soon. I do doubt attendance though, the ESCERPAB Cronaali rebels are still widely hated.)
"Fine. We'll miss out on murdering what we like to dub as demons. I will still take you to the border of Anchor City, it is a short while away and then we can proceed to the Cronaal Mainland for the execution and petty speeches." Nisrelle-vache said with a formal tone to show this was his final decision on the matter and would not be convinced otherwise. Another person walked up to the small group which mainly contained of Syrixian diplomats and the 3 leaders,
"Oh, what the fuck do you people want with me 24/7" exclaimed with a highly irritated tone, a rather quick mood change over something so small.
"I apologize Baarsq. There is urgent news though, from the Wall Guard. The field is seemingly failing, we believe it's in accordance to the power outages in northern Cronaal" The person said formally,
"What! No! Shit. If hat wall goes down, we're all fucked. We will all die." The Vilsuun said in a rush as he got up and walked over to the map table, he hurriedly moved several figures across the map but decided to move them back to their original positions. He was seemingly stressed, this matter was close to him and was highly unforeseen. A long, deep beep then sounded and everyone in the room began to get into action. There was far more rushing than when the group had entered the room and even the messenger was slightly panicking.
"The city defenses are down! Call all forces to Anchor City, do not let the Yarrvaer out of the perimeter." A seemingly important military personnel commanded to the men in the room as he came into the main map area. The Vilsuun rushed over to the group.
"This is highly informal but we need to get the fuck out of here." The Vilsuun said as he gestured to the exit door.
EDIT: (OOC: Am I escalating too fast?)
"Fine. We'll miss out on murdering what we like to dub as demons. I will still take you to the border of Anchor City, it is a short while away and then we can proceed to the Cronaal Mainland for the execution and petty speeches." Nisrelle-vache said with a formal tone to show this was his final decision on the matter and would not be convinced otherwise. Another person walked up to the small group which mainly contained of Syrixian diplomats and the 3 leaders,
"Oh, what the fuck do you people want with me 24/7" exclaimed with a highly irritated tone, a rather quick mood change over something so small.
"I apologize Baarsq. There is urgent news though, from the Wall Guard. The field is seemingly failing, we believe it's in accordance to the power outages in northern Cronaal" The person said formally,
"What! No! Shit. If hat wall goes down, we're all fucked. We will all die." The Vilsuun said in a rush as he got up and walked over to the map table, he hurriedly moved several figures across the map but decided to move them back to their original positions. He was seemingly stressed, this matter was close to him and was highly unforeseen. A long, deep beep then sounded and everyone in the room began to get into action. There was far more rushing than when the group had entered the room and even the messenger was slightly panicking.
"The city defenses are down! Call all forces to Anchor City, do not let the Yarrvaer out of the perimeter." A seemingly important military personnel commanded to the men in the room as he came into the main map area. The Vilsuun rushed over to the group.
"This is highly informal but we need to get the fuck out of here." The Vilsuun said as he gestured to the exit door.
EDIT: (OOC: Am I escalating too fast?)
"AHA! THIS IS PERFECT! Vilsuun, I have an idea. We can lure the Yarrvaer into one area, perhaps an ocean or an uninhabited island." said the General. "Above us right now is a plane with the Pameiro Powerbomb in tow. 50 megatons of nuclear force. If we concentrate all the Yarrvaer into this aforementioned "one area" and drop the bomb, we could kill them all! And, incase there are any survivors, the 400,000-man Syrixian Navy is on standby. A small armada could reach here soon if any Yarravaer live. Add that to your defenses and there is no way the Yarrvaer will escape."
Finally, the General hoped, Syrixia's greatest weapon could be tested. Then the army could make another one, if things REALLY got out of hand...
Finally, the General hoped, Syrixia's greatest weapon could be tested. Then the army could make another one, if things REALLY got out of hand...
Felis
TNPer
(OOC: Don't worry, I'll let the bombing happen after we fail an army-based invasion if I manage to convince Akerman)
"Did I mention that the entire of Anchor City, where all the Yarrvaer were, was entirely encased in a force field? Set up by the previous government, it needs a massive surge of electricity hourly and consumes at least a quarter of the yearly power usage. So they were in a single area but no, I would not and will continue to not allow anyone to drop a bomb onto my nation, not even ourselves despite the knowledge of controlling the blast radius to almost perfect precision." The Vilsuun said with an angry tone, he then motioned guards to force the guests out, he did not want them dying in this nation. It'd be worldwide conspiracy due to their previous actions, the rebels would be blamed for their deaths. There were alarms and rushing people all over the city now that they had left the building, the aircraft moving across the city at sonic speeds and vehicles on every road the walked on.
"We can deal with this issue after the execution, but with armies. Nuclear weaponry, as I said, is a big no. I'm not risking this nation, even a single island. And to you Akerman, we are not running because I am weak. We are running because I need you all alive." The Vilsuun said in a rush as they began to approach their vehicle.
"Did I mention that the entire of Anchor City, where all the Yarrvaer were, was entirely encased in a force field? Set up by the previous government, it needs a massive surge of electricity hourly and consumes at least a quarter of the yearly power usage. So they were in a single area but no, I would not and will continue to not allow anyone to drop a bomb onto my nation, not even ourselves despite the knowledge of controlling the blast radius to almost perfect precision." The Vilsuun said with an angry tone, he then motioned guards to force the guests out, he did not want them dying in this nation. It'd be worldwide conspiracy due to their previous actions, the rebels would be blamed for their deaths. There were alarms and rushing people all over the city now that they had left the building, the aircraft moving across the city at sonic speeds and vehicles on every road the walked on.
"We can deal with this issue after the execution, but with armies. Nuclear weaponry, as I said, is a big no. I'm not risking this nation, even a single island. And to you Akerman, we are not running because I am weak. We are running because I need you all alive." The Vilsuun said in a rush as they began to approach their vehicle.
"If you are suggesting a war, Vilsuun, I'm afraid you're trying to persuade the wrong general. My people have fought two wars over the last few years, both affecting Pigletville. I'm a skill strategist, so I can help in that way, but in regards to full-blown conflict...I cannot commit..."
Felis
TNPer
Meanwhile in Anchor City itself, a man named Ekath began to command an army. Not an army of Yarrmaer, an army of survivors. Throughout the chaos of Anchor city, there was civilization in the Gendo Plaza in the East of the city, close to the beaches. The buildings that towered thousands of feet above the plaza park were derelict and empty but they stood as headquarters, doctors surgeries, homes and schools for the people living in the Gendo Plaza. The park however was somehow flourishing, the yew trees stood high and mighty with the grass being a rich, deep green that could mesmerize one who looked too deep. Ekath's army was filled with cripples, teenagers and working class men and woman, all people who had survived the wrath of Anchor City and what had happened almost 10 years ago. They weren't alone though, on the West side of the city, near the forests, was an Asian group filled with Muslims, Hindus and other religious people. But whichever faction they were, they all remembered the day the force field came up.
They vividly remembered the sudden abandonment of the city within and millions of people clambering onto the side of the field trying to get out. They couldn't. No matter how high they climbed, how big the crowds were the force field did not open for them. They were all trapped like rats or flies, this was when it happened. Something they didn't know about was that there was a severely ill woman who didn't know her illness would destroy an entire city and kill millions of people. She was trampled on as she tried to, slowly, limp her way to the edge of the city. She was trampled on and killed but she was not dead. Her body began to transform into a larger, smarter and more destructive creature. It was no zombie, it was more arachnid-like and it had a thirst for blood. She then stood up, getting back to what many still remember, she began to murder and maul the people around her, several of which became what she was. Nobody knew that this was intended, a government project. They were lab rats which were trapped forever in Hell itself.
They vividly remembered the sudden abandonment of the city within and millions of people clambering onto the side of the field trying to get out. They couldn't. No matter how high they climbed, how big the crowds were the force field did not open for them. They were all trapped like rats or flies, this was when it happened. Something they didn't know about was that there was a severely ill woman who didn't know her illness would destroy an entire city and kill millions of people. She was trampled on as she tried to, slowly, limp her way to the edge of the city. She was trampled on and killed but she was not dead. Her body began to transform into a larger, smarter and more destructive creature. It was no zombie, it was more arachnid-like and it had a thirst for blood. She then stood up, getting back to what many still remember, she began to murder and maul the people around her, several of which became what she was. Nobody knew that this was intended, a government project. They were lab rats which were trapped forever in Hell itself.
Felis
TNPer
"I understand Akerman, I have caused much pain to your armies in recent times. I will accept your offer as a strategist if I can convince Syrixia not to bomb my cities." The Vilsuun said as he helped everyone get into the aircraft that brought them to the equivalent of burning pits that the dead were placed. ((Note I relate Anchor Island to Hell a lot. My English teacher would be happy right now)). Everyone was finally in after 20 minutes of messengers and rude diplomats who didn't want to go with their leaders. There was gunfire. The Yarrmaer had arrived already, but that was impossible. Anchor City was at least 100 miles away from the city the group were in now.
"Shit! Close the door, we need to go!" The Vilsuun shouted as he leaned out of the door with only a hand and foot keeping him in, he was desperate to leave this place but not due to fear, he didn't truly know himself but it was not fear. That was what he knew, maybe he had a lust for the death of his sibling, maybe he wanted to see his brother's head on the floor beside his feet. He sighed and got into the aircraft fully. The door then closed as it moved higher and higher, they could see the Crimson Channel from this height. The Crimson Channel was the small channel of water between Cronaal and Anchor Island, it was entirely a crimson red and baffled even the Eknorve scientists. The aircraft moved forward at a slowly increasing speed.
"Shit! Close the door, we need to go!" The Vilsuun shouted as he leaned out of the door with only a hand and foot keeping him in, he was desperate to leave this place but not due to fear, he didn't truly know himself but it was not fear. That was what he knew, maybe he had a lust for the death of his sibling, maybe he wanted to see his brother's head on the floor beside his feet. He sighed and got into the aircraft fully. The door then closed as it moved higher and higher, they could see the Crimson Channel from this height. The Crimson Channel was the small channel of water between Cronaal and Anchor Island, it was entirely a crimson red and baffled even the Eknorve scientists. The aircraft moved forward at a slowly increasing speed.
"Please excuse the delegates of Syrixia, Vilsuun, they have good intentions, however, the way they approach most problems is quite martial. I suggest that we use the island's defenses to our advantage. Do the defenses have a command center of sorts, I can lead a team of my best scientists into the defensive command center and make sure that the island is safe. I will need your army to cover me though, if this is what you choose to do."
(OOC: The delegates are much more sensible. The General came up with the idea. As a character he is a man of war and commands beyond excellently however he is not a good strategist and depends on the Ministry of Defense to do strategy, which is the Ministry's job anyway as they command the army.)
"Your Excellency, Vilsuun. The Ministry of Defense has sent a naval task force to protect the Crimson Channel while the Guslants try to fix the force field. If any Yarrvaer attempt to escape during this time, they will be heavily fired upon until they die." said Von Winstin.
Leaning in, he whispered, "We've got a 10-ship armada on our way. The navy receives 45% of our defense budget so there should be no problems, if you no what I mean..."
Leaning in, he whispered, "We've got a 10-ship armada on our way. The navy receives 45% of our defense budget so there should be no problems, if you no what I mean..."
Felis
TNPer
The Vilsuun looked down at the floor, he began to ignore the two generals and fall into his mind. He began to contemplate and think about what he had done to Cronaal and ordered upon the people which resided within. He started the uprising to protect the people but what did he do... murder them. He murdered thousands, millions even, of people without remorse and without excuse. He could not forget that, even after winning, it was forever on his conscience and he could never forget it. He was a killer. He had murdered the innocents and not just his own. A tear fell down his cheek, infront of the international community. He didn't care if it could embarrass him, what he cared about was his guilt for what he had done but then he remembered, the Syrixian General spoke to him. He wiped the tear from his face and looked at the General.
"We don't want your ships. We can supply our own but I would like strategists from both Syrixia and Guslantis to assist mine. All nations have a different viewpoint on war and combining those views could be invaluable to my cause and war against my brother's... 'demons'."
"We don't want your ships. We can supply our own but I would like strategists from both Syrixia and Guslantis to assist mine. All nations have a different viewpoint on war and combining those views could be invaluable to my cause and war against my brother's... 'demons'."
Felis
TNPer
(OOC: In a new thread, it'll be conducted as an event. The thread OP will be an invitation to the international community and an application. I'll also list the several activities on the days prior to then execution and possibly accommodation available. It'll start as soon as we arrive in the Cronaal Capital and will be the end of the civil war roleplay. I'd like to move on to newer, more interesting endeavors)Syrixia:
(OOC: Then let's try to end this quickly, today if possible. I can't wait to see this new thread, as I plan to have many nations join Syrixia and celebrate Uthvaq Shanar after Return to Ixelonia ends and the Vilsuun is executed.)
Felis
TNPer
(OOC: Ekath will have involvement in the next thread and also take note this uses the new map, not the map used during the majority of this role play.)
Ekath and his army of survivors had constructed a whole fleet of makeshift boats. They were rickety and quite heavy but they floated and were steer-able, they had 10 years to do this so the people knew the boats did. One by one the massive crowd of people began to board the ships,all being checked for if they were... turning and all smiling and helping each other as if it were one happy community event in a village center. The gleaming sunrise shined on the people as they began to set off for Cronaal itself, across the Crimson Channel. The children smiled and played, the adults shed tears for their new hope but Ekath... He seemed upset.
"Aren't you happy we're leaving Anchor, going somewhere safe?" Jone, Ekath's greatest companion, asked inquisitively,
"Y- Yes... But so much must have changed, what if we're not welcome there. What if our homeland has a wasteland or a war zone?" Ekath replied with a cynical tone, he always thought the worst of situations but that was how he kept the survivors alive. Jone hugged Ekath's waist,
"Don't worry. It'll be okay, it's only been 10 years." Jone said happily without knowing about the Civil War, the Civil War caused by one who felt sorry for them. Their homeland was a destroyed mess with builders and soldiers everywhere. Homeless people in all cities outside of the Ganjar Province. If Ekath found out about this... he'd cause a war himself.
Meanwhile in the aircraft, they had already passed the Lake Pel province and were continuing to go south to the Ganjar province. They could see the glorious and beautiful mountains around them, the same ones that towered above the previous capital of Ganjar. It was made even more beautiful by the sunrise, the orange beams of sunlight that shone over the mountains made it seem almost like a painting. There was large amounts of snow covering the mountains despite not snowing itself. Nisrelle-vache had always loved the Ganjari Mountains. It was getting harder to fly though, the Ganjari mountains rose 1000 meters higher than Mount Everest and there were little forces up here, the aircraft had to move out of there area fast so it changed it's speed to the sonic one that many aircraft had been doing back on Anchor. They moved at a sonic speed to the capital, Aer'aski felle Skythe-suu, until they finally reached it. It had been a long, tiresome journey filled with both silence and argument but they were finally leaving the aircraft and into the airport in Aer'aski felle Skythe-suu...
Ekath and his army of survivors had constructed a whole fleet of makeshift boats. They were rickety and quite heavy but they floated and were steer-able, they had 10 years to do this so the people knew the boats did. One by one the massive crowd of people began to board the ships,all being checked for if they were... turning and all smiling and helping each other as if it were one happy community event in a village center. The gleaming sunrise shined on the people as they began to set off for Cronaal itself, across the Crimson Channel. The children smiled and played, the adults shed tears for their new hope but Ekath... He seemed upset.
"Aren't you happy we're leaving Anchor, going somewhere safe?" Jone, Ekath's greatest companion, asked inquisitively,
"Y- Yes... But so much must have changed, what if we're not welcome there. What if our homeland has a wasteland or a war zone?" Ekath replied with a cynical tone, he always thought the worst of situations but that was how he kept the survivors alive. Jone hugged Ekath's waist,
"Don't worry. It'll be okay, it's only been 10 years." Jone said happily without knowing about the Civil War, the Civil War caused by one who felt sorry for them. Their homeland was a destroyed mess with builders and soldiers everywhere. Homeless people in all cities outside of the Ganjar Province. If Ekath found out about this... he'd cause a war himself.
Meanwhile in the aircraft, they had already passed the Lake Pel province and were continuing to go south to the Ganjar province. They could see the glorious and beautiful mountains around them, the same ones that towered above the previous capital of Ganjar. It was made even more beautiful by the sunrise, the orange beams of sunlight that shone over the mountains made it seem almost like a painting. There was large amounts of snow covering the mountains despite not snowing itself. Nisrelle-vache had always loved the Ganjari Mountains. It was getting harder to fly though, the Ganjari mountains rose 1000 meters higher than Mount Everest and there were little forces up here, the aircraft had to move out of there area fast so it changed it's speed to the sonic one that many aircraft had been doing back on Anchor. They moved at a sonic speed to the capital, Aer'aski felle Skythe-suu, until they finally reached it. It had been a long, tiresome journey filled with both silence and argument but they were finally leaving the aircraft and into the airport in Aer'aski felle Skythe-suu...
ROLEPLAY OVER