ARCHIVED: The Great War
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Xentherida demands that this conflict end. Already too many lives have been lost, all in a petty conflict that could have been easily solved through other, more peaceful means. For the sake of those who have died, especially those in Smithworks, we request you now stop attacking each other. We offer our condolences to Mr. Kray, and anyone else who lost someone in the blast, or indeed the whole war. We also ask Sadakoyama to withdraw its science teams in the name of respect.
King Christian III made a short broadcast to the internet from the Xentheridan National Square, surrounded by mourners. "Please stop. Think of all of those who have died. All of those people, who had their entire future ahead of them, destroyed by the pull of a trigger by somebody, somebody who never realised how much grief they cause. Mothers, fathers, siblings, children, loved ones. All of those people who will be in an incredible amount of grief, because that somebody took their precious person's life away. So in the name of decency, stop this conflict, for all of those affected. Those who will never get to live their future. That is all." And with a final, choked sob, the cameras cut.
King Christian III made a short broadcast to the internet from the Xentheridan National Square, surrounded by mourners. "Please stop. Think of all of those who have died. All of those people, who had their entire future ahead of them, destroyed by the pull of a trigger by somebody, somebody who never realised how much grief they cause. Mothers, fathers, siblings, children, loved ones. All of those people who will be in an incredible amount of grief, because that somebody took their precious person's life away. So in the name of decency, stop this conflict, for all of those affected. Those who will never get to live their future. That is all." And with a final, choked sob, the cameras cut.
Piscivore
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"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with that. Is that a Wolfsea thing?"Wolfsea:
The young man looked at Sebt with as innocent an expression as he could muster, but his face cracked into a broad smile. "Kidding, kidding. We are not monsters, no matter what you may have heard. We have some of the finest medical care and most advanced hospitals on the planet, of course we care about our patients."
Following the tragedy and subsequent occupation of Cronaal, the Federal Republic of Rhuvanland concurs with Xentherida and believes that hostilities should cease. Enough is enough. Many people have died and it's time to stop.
(OOC and PS: The Cold War will take place in this thread too. Below is what North and South Cronaal may look like.)
(OOC:1 Pixel is 4km². 20 miles is 32 kilometers, or 8 pixels.)
Piscivore
TNPer
"With respect to the sensitivities of the Xentheridan people, the faster we can gather data the most comprehensively, the better able we will be to not only alleviate the purely human suffering from this deplorable act, but the better we will be able to help minimize and reverse the environmental, cultural and agricultural impact as well. We need to know, literally and figuratively, where the fallout from this is going to come down, else the Cronaali people will be beggars on the steps of the North Pacific for generations to come."Xentherida:
Nebula
TNPer
The Nebulan government has declared an end to hostilities against Rhuvanland and Kannex, and pledges $50 billion to help rebuild the parts of Cronaal that our forces currently occupy.
However, we must warn you that many Nebulan citizens are unhappy with the outcome of the war. Both the conservatives and the radicals are complaining that the government did not deal with Rhuvanland in the way that was hoped for. Public opinion is currently in favor of maintaining a strong military, and although we do not like it much, we must bow to the wishes of the public.
The Nebulan armed forces have seen significant losses, however, should Rhuvanland or Kannex attempt to launch any further attack, they have our assurance that we will repel them.
However, we must warn you that many Nebulan citizens are unhappy with the outcome of the war. Both the conservatives and the radicals are complaining that the government did not deal with Rhuvanland in the way that was hoped for. Public opinion is currently in favor of maintaining a strong military, and although we do not like it much, we must bow to the wishes of the public.
The Nebulan armed forces have seen significant losses, however, should Rhuvanland or Kannex attempt to launch any further attack, they have our assurance that we will repel them.
Kannex
TNPer
(OOC: This is for the sake of continuity.)
After the withdrawal of Nebulan naval forces, thousands of Nebulan troops that had been stranded in Rhuvanland were surrounded and ordered to surrender. Kannexan Marines and Rhuvish troops disarmed them and marched them to temporary camps. But the diplomatic coup d'etat and the surprising turn of the events -- namely, the nuclear insanity of the Cronaal queen -- allowed a breakthrough. The Nebulan prisoners-of-war were quickly repatriated to Nebula. Much of the Nebulan weaponry followed. The Kannexans kept some damaged models of Nebulan vehicles, planes, and firearms for further study. But, for the most part, the Nebulans were allowed to leave Rhuvanland unharmed.
The Empire of Kannex celebrated the defeat of the Nebulan invasion. Kannex and Pelhafor were now safe from Nebulan aggression; Rhuvish soil had been liberated. Nebulan forces were back north, where they belonged. Kannex's allies took care of Cronaal. The Kannexan Reich, having fulfilled its initial goal of defending Rhuvanland, rested as the battle was fought and won in the north. The Reich had no intentions of intervening in Cronaal.
The Reich returned to normalcy. The government returned from its bunkers. The masses poured out in cities and rejoiced the end of the war.
In Weiterburg International Airport, a lane was cordoned off by red and yellow tape. A hundred reporters and cameramen in their suits and ties and dresses flocked around right outside the terminal. Each watched the skies and chattered mindlessly to the two hundred million Kannexans in their homes and offices. All of Kannex waited.
At last the steel bird could be seen from afar, reflecting the rays of the sun. The bird descended from the heavens, brandishing at its flanks the blue seal of die Kaiserliche Marine. The wheels of the plane struck ground, rolling at high speeds. The huge metallic body slowed and dragged across the lane before grounding to the full stop in front of the reporters. The engines roared, and the reporters all fell silent.
The white door opened. Airstair purred and extended softly to the ground. A red carpet rolled from the stairs and the reporters held their tongues as a figure emerged from the darkness of the plane.
A man in the white uniform of the Navy appeared at the top of the stairs. He was handsome and well-built, with light skin that betrayed his Asiatic ancestry and wavy black hair over brown eyes. His whole body exuberated energy as he jogged down the stairs. The shiny imperial white of his dress and the golden sash that marked him an admiral fit him, but his person, his aura, appeared too big to be held by such puny things. A cheer broke out as soon as this man appeared, a cheer shared by all of Kannex as all the reporters began shouting this man's name. The soldiers with automatic rifles could not help but join in, waving their firearms in the air: "HOCH LEBE ADMIRAL JANG! HOCH LEBE ADMIRAL JANG!" -- Long live Admiral Jang! The leader of the victorious Jang Fleet was back home.
Wilhelm Jang was cheered as a magnificent Caesar, but the Augustus who benefited most was none other than reigning Chancellor of the Reich, Hans Kreutzer. The cameras of all major news networks captured the scene of the gray-haired Kreutzer shaking the hand of the young admiral. Smiles beamed galore. 'I knew you could do it,' Kreutzer's smile told the cameras. 'I had every bit of confidence and trust in you.' Anybody watching closely, however, could see Admiral Jang's smile fade slightly as he met with the Weiterburg politician. After all, military men tend to dislike being used by politicians for their reelection campaigns. But it was done -- Chancellor Kreutzer's approval ratings shot off the charts after this exchange. No one could say that Kreutzer's military decision was anything but successful.
In Pelhafor, the National Party suffered a split -- it was likely they would be defeated in the next election. The National Party themselves had called for loyalty to the Reich during the brief Nebulan assault on Pelhafor, and now they reaped the results of that hasty decision. Patriotism to Kannex was at an all-time high because of the war, even among Catholics, while the Pelhaforan nationalists felt themselves marginalized in a mere few months.
After the withdrawal of Nebulan naval forces, thousands of Nebulan troops that had been stranded in Rhuvanland were surrounded and ordered to surrender. Kannexan Marines and Rhuvish troops disarmed them and marched them to temporary camps. But the diplomatic coup d'etat and the surprising turn of the events -- namely, the nuclear insanity of the Cronaal queen -- allowed a breakthrough. The Nebulan prisoners-of-war were quickly repatriated to Nebula. Much of the Nebulan weaponry followed. The Kannexans kept some damaged models of Nebulan vehicles, planes, and firearms for further study. But, for the most part, the Nebulans were allowed to leave Rhuvanland unharmed.
The Empire of Kannex celebrated the defeat of the Nebulan invasion. Kannex and Pelhafor were now safe from Nebulan aggression; Rhuvish soil had been liberated. Nebulan forces were back north, where they belonged. Kannex's allies took care of Cronaal. The Kannexan Reich, having fulfilled its initial goal of defending Rhuvanland, rested as the battle was fought and won in the north. The Reich had no intentions of intervening in Cronaal.
The Reich returned to normalcy. The government returned from its bunkers. The masses poured out in cities and rejoiced the end of the war.
In Weiterburg International Airport, a lane was cordoned off by red and yellow tape. A hundred reporters and cameramen in their suits and ties and dresses flocked around right outside the terminal. Each watched the skies and chattered mindlessly to the two hundred million Kannexans in their homes and offices. All of Kannex waited.
At last the steel bird could be seen from afar, reflecting the rays of the sun. The bird descended from the heavens, brandishing at its flanks the blue seal of die Kaiserliche Marine. The wheels of the plane struck ground, rolling at high speeds. The huge metallic body slowed and dragged across the lane before grounding to the full stop in front of the reporters. The engines roared, and the reporters all fell silent.
The white door opened. Airstair purred and extended softly to the ground. A red carpet rolled from the stairs and the reporters held their tongues as a figure emerged from the darkness of the plane.
A man in the white uniform of the Navy appeared at the top of the stairs. He was handsome and well-built, with light skin that betrayed his Asiatic ancestry and wavy black hair over brown eyes. His whole body exuberated energy as he jogged down the stairs. The shiny imperial white of his dress and the golden sash that marked him an admiral fit him, but his person, his aura, appeared too big to be held by such puny things. A cheer broke out as soon as this man appeared, a cheer shared by all of Kannex as all the reporters began shouting this man's name. The soldiers with automatic rifles could not help but join in, waving their firearms in the air: "HOCH LEBE ADMIRAL JANG! HOCH LEBE ADMIRAL JANG!" -- Long live Admiral Jang! The leader of the victorious Jang Fleet was back home.
Wilhelm Jang was cheered as a magnificent Caesar, but the Augustus who benefited most was none other than reigning Chancellor of the Reich, Hans Kreutzer. The cameras of all major news networks captured the scene of the gray-haired Kreutzer shaking the hand of the young admiral. Smiles beamed galore. 'I knew you could do it,' Kreutzer's smile told the cameras. 'I had every bit of confidence and trust in you.' Anybody watching closely, however, could see Admiral Jang's smile fade slightly as he met with the Weiterburg politician. After all, military men tend to dislike being used by politicians for their reelection campaigns. But it was done -- Chancellor Kreutzer's approval ratings shot off the charts after this exchange. No one could say that Kreutzer's military decision was anything but successful.
In Pelhafor, the National Party suffered a split -- it was likely they would be defeated in the next election. The National Party themselves had called for loyalty to the Reich during the brief Nebulan assault on Pelhafor, and now they reaped the results of that hasty decision. Patriotism to Kannex was at an all-time high because of the war, even among Catholics, while the Pelhaforan nationalists felt themselves marginalized in a mere few months.
Hiskjriaana
TNPer
The Environmentalist Utopia of Hiskjriaana will send a large amount (OOC: I don't want to say a number because I'll probably get the proportions way off) of medical supplies and personnel to assist those affected by the destruction of Smithworks.
Somewhere in Guslantis, the tired Cabinet began to make their way out of the bunker. "Oh thank goodness, we're home, we're home!", cried Alicia, throwing herself onto the ground. "Alicia? Do you actually know where we are?" asked Scottsfield, picking Alicia off the ground. "Uh, no," Alicia responded, before taking a few steps back. Debra pushed her way out of the crowd and dusted off her pink feathered dress. "Ugh! You people are crazy! Putting me in a tight space with some of the most idiotic people that Guslantis has!" she began. At that moment, Abigail walked by, very exhaustedly. "You'd make more time walking if you didn't eat so much. I mean, look at you, you look like you weigh three-hundred pounds!" she yelled at the Queen. In one fluid motion, the Queen made a fist and revved it straight between Debra's eyes. The Minister of Entertainment fell backwards, and hit the ground with a thud. "That was your warning, Debra," said the Queen firmly. "So, where to next?" Hunter asked Reynolds. "Underground. We must take the underground monorail to the Royal Bunker, and then to the Guslant War Room, that will take us straight to Pigletville," he replied. "Wait, we have an underground monorail?" asked Reeder as the Cabinet had to enter the bunker again and go through a door to reach the monorail.
Meanwhile, in Augustus Town, the Guslant Gold pulled into its dock, along with the rest of the fleet. The doors opened, and Leah Charles walked out. "Ma'm, you need to go home, the Cabinet will be meeting you there," said a guard as Charles got in a blue car and it made its way to the Charles Estate.
Meanwhile, in Augustus Town, the Guslant Gold pulled into its dock, along with the rest of the fleet. The doors opened, and Leah Charles walked out. "Ma'm, you need to go home, the Cabinet will be meeting you there," said a guard as Charles got in a blue car and it made its way to the Charles Estate.
Mr Insanity
TNPer
We now removed the economic embargoes and sanctions against Rhuvanland and their allies. Also, provide supports and supplies to all sides.
Sebt had calmed down, the memories of his fathers plot were still painful, and seeing the same idea used by Diana only proved to him how insane the old man had been, he considered for a moment his position, the Wolvesh now controlled a good fifth of Cronaal but he had decided not to follow his fathers ambitions for conquest, he thought carefully and, with a slight hesitance, began to consider his options. Nebula controlled almost half the country, a balance between the two alliances had to be made. He looked at the uplink list and pressed to connect to Guslantis, hoping he could contact them, he hadn't noticed the trickle of blood from the small cut on his forehead, a minor injury but, combined with his flight suit, showed he had not been lying about leading his forces.
Inside the Thomas Building, Hall answered the incoming transmission from Sebt. "Thank you for calling the Ministry of Information, my name is Kyle Hall, and Guslantis is not in ruins, so I believe Akerman and I are doing pretty well. How may I help you, Mr...uh, who are you?" Kyle began. As usual, neither Akerman nor Hall knew who this diplomat was. "It's um...that diplomat, from uh...," Akerman began. "Wolfsea," said a soldier to the two. "Yes, yes. Right...," said Akerman. "What didya need, Mr. Wolfsea?" asked Akerman, confusing his name with the country.
"Khan Sebt II, ruler of Wolfsea." he corrected "As you're aware Wolfsea, Syrixia and Rhuvanland currently control sections of Cronaal, we wish to hand over the territory we are currently occupying to Guslantis. My people have sworn off our old ways of conquest, we feel the Guslant government would be able to serve the people of Cronaal better as interim leaders. Our MASH units and reconstruction crews will be operating in the area but we feel it better to entrust this to you..." he stated as the blood continued to slowly drip from his eyebrow.
In Syrixia, the streets rang and people sung. They praised the Sun, the Providential Eye of God, for their fortune. They praised Commodore Gundersen, the Syrixian war hero, for his bravery. They praised Auel Vist, the military genius who directed his generals to sweep through Rhuvanland against the Nebulans and push through Cronaal into the interior, to Smithworks. But most of all they praised Alfred Nursson, a veritable "political Jesus" who led Syrixia like a champion. Now that the war was over, many politicians' approval ratings went up, but none moreso than him. His went off the charts. He was a strong man, the symbol of Syrixian democracy, power, and influence. He became known as the "Bürheim Bulldog", for his initial efforts to liberate Bürheim, Rhuvanland from Nebulan control.
Meanwhile, while the end-of-war negotiations were going on, South Cronaal and North Cronaal were beginning to form. A wall was built on the border between both sides. The Tyrath Wall, as it came to be known, separated the Cronaal people. However, while most in the North didn't know much about the South, Southerners often climbed up and carefully peered over the wall. What they saw was terrifying. Nebulan soldiers marched through the creepily uniform streets as Nebulan flags flew over the North, along with a Cronaal flag that had a socialist emblem on it. Signs praising the Emperator and his puppet leader in North Cronaal were everywhere. This was not the end of the war at all, many began to think. It was merely the end of hostilities. A longer, more terrifying Cold War was shaping itself, between pro-Syrixian democratic nations and pro-Nebulan socialist nations. Already, proxy wars were occurring, such as the war in Ryccia. The world was divided in two, and hanging above the fiery pit of war by a thin thread.
Meanwhile, while the end-of-war negotiations were going on, South Cronaal and North Cronaal were beginning to form. A wall was built on the border between both sides. The Tyrath Wall, as it came to be known, separated the Cronaal people. However, while most in the North didn't know much about the South, Southerners often climbed up and carefully peered over the wall. What they saw was terrifying. Nebulan soldiers marched through the creepily uniform streets as Nebulan flags flew over the North, along with a Cronaal flag that had a socialist emblem on it. Signs praising the Emperator and his puppet leader in North Cronaal were everywhere. This was not the end of the war at all, many began to think. It was merely the end of hostilities. A longer, more terrifying Cold War was shaping itself, between pro-Syrixian democratic nations and pro-Nebulan socialist nations. Already, proxy wars were occurring, such as the war in Ryccia. The world was divided in two, and hanging above the fiery pit of war by a thin thread.
Nebula
TNPer
Meanwhile, near the Galactan border, Nebulan scientists and army officials waited as the final preparations were completed. Lights had been trained on the area as laborers finished placing the object at the top of the tower, working into the night.
Everyone withdrew to a safe distance. Concrete bunkers with thick lead-glass windows has been constructed so that the test could be watched. Video cameras were placed on top of the bunkers, which were a safe distance from the tower.
The final countdown began. The loudspeaker broadcast its sound across the dark desert.
5...4...3...2...1...
And then the light of an earthly sun illuminated the desert as Nebula's first nuclear bomb was successfully detonated.
Everyone withdrew to a safe distance. Concrete bunkers with thick lead-glass windows has been constructed so that the test could be watched. Video cameras were placed on top of the bunkers, which were a safe distance from the tower.
The final countdown began. The loudspeaker broadcast its sound across the dark desert.
5...4...3...2...1...
And then the light of an earthly sun illuminated the desert as Nebula's first nuclear bomb was successfully detonated.
"Sir, the Nebulans tested a nuclear bomb." said a courier to the Minister of Defense. Minister Vist was specifically in charge of intimidation operations against Nebula. He knew the best way was to show Nebula the power of Syrixia's nuclear arsenal. The Nebulans had just tested their first nuclear bomb somewhere in a Galactan desert. Syrixia had tons of bombs of different kinds, ready to be tested, but they never were since in peacetime there was no need for them. With the Nebulan test now completed, it was now finally time for Syrixia to test its weapons. Flying into a desert in unclaimed territory, Syrixian planes dropped two atomic bombs right next to each other. And then, twin explosions rocked the desert as two towers of fire erupted in their respective explosions. Finally, after much waiting, Syrixia had tested its nuclear bombs, and it had gone above and beyond while doing so. Surely, this would send a message to the Nebulan socialists.
Nebula
TNPer
"Syrixia has detonated two nuclear weapons, sir."
"An attempt to intimidate us, no doubt. I'll give a speech later."
The Emperator gave his speech to the Nebulan legislature. It was also broadcast to nations all across TNP.
"We have heard that the government of Syrixia has recently detonated two nuclear bombs. We have seen through this low-brow attempt to intimidate us.
"Our understanding is that this test is meant to scare us into submitting to Syrixian hegemony. This we will not do. We have, as a matter of fact, taken the opposite course of action: to redouble our efforts in the field of nuclear weapons research. I have been informed that the nuclear device our scientists tested last night had a yield of 15 kilotons. I have been assured that we can not only produce more portable versions of this device, but also a higher-yield device based upon this that can achieve a yield far surpassing 50 kilotons, and various other modifications that will produce other side effects.
"Suffice it to say, the Syrixian attempt to intimidate us has failed miserably. "
"An attempt to intimidate us, no doubt. I'll give a speech later."
The Emperator gave his speech to the Nebulan legislature. It was also broadcast to nations all across TNP.
"We have heard that the government of Syrixia has recently detonated two nuclear bombs. We have seen through this low-brow attempt to intimidate us.
"Our understanding is that this test is meant to scare us into submitting to Syrixian hegemony. This we will not do. We have, as a matter of fact, taken the opposite course of action: to redouble our efforts in the field of nuclear weapons research. I have been informed that the nuclear device our scientists tested last night had a yield of 15 kilotons. I have been assured that we can not only produce more portable versions of this device, but also a higher-yield device based upon this that can achieve a yield far surpassing 50 kilotons, and various other modifications that will produce other side effects.
"Suffice it to say, the Syrixian attempt to intimidate us has failed miserably. "
The Office of the Prime Minister & the Cabinet, jointly with the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, hereby publish and proclaim the following mandates, which shall be henceforth known as the Midcastle Accord.
Sebt waited in his quarters aboard the Flagship, he had extended an invitation to the representatives of Guslantis, Rhuvanland and Syrixia to the Hyperion to share a drink, he had not informed them of the significance of the tradition, hoping to explain it when they arrived.
Kannex
TNPer
In recognition of the role played by Kannexan troops in the defense of Rhuvanland, die Bundesrepublik Rhuvanland had allowed the Imperial Army of Kannex to help the Rhuvish occupation quarter maintain security. Chancellor Hans Kreutzer had little desire to peacekeep in Cronaal. He knew, although the victory over Nebula raised the fame and prestige of his government, the Kannexan people would not tolerate meddling in northern business. The war-weariness of the Kannexans manifested in prayers for dead soldiers and hymns of peace. The oo-rah of Gott mit uns! was replaced by the softer Ewiger Vater, mit starker Hand. It would pass soon, but for now Kannex did not want to be involved in the so-called "cold war" now arising between the two powers. The Reich, as far as it was concerned, had done its job in Rhuvanland.
But an invitation from a friend could be declined. Kannex sent 300 peacekeepers to Kannex, under the banner of the Imperial Marines. The Imperial Marines (die Marineinfanterie) had played a part in liberating Rhuvanland and now they assisted the much larger Rhuvish forces in keeping peace in their sector. Another task was the protection of Kannex's 500 medical staff stationed in Cronaal. With compassion, Kannexan medical staff were now helping Cronaalisch citizens recover from the collapse of health infrastructure and especially from the nuclear attack at Smithworks.
(OOC: Plem, you mean Rhuvanland.)
But an invitation from a friend could be declined. Kannex sent 300 peacekeepers to Kannex, under the banner of the Imperial Marines. The Imperial Marines (die Marineinfanterie) had played a part in liberating Rhuvanland and now they assisted the much larger Rhuvish forces in keeping peace in their sector. Another task was the protection of Kannex's 500 medical staff stationed in Cronaal. With compassion, Kannexan medical staff were now helping Cronaalisch citizens recover from the collapse of health infrastructure and especially from the nuclear attack at Smithworks.
(OOC: Plem, you mean Rhuvanland.)
Sebt smiled "Come in Minister, the party will begin when all have arrived..." bringing out a silver chalice, placing it on the circular table in the centre of the room "Not many outside of our homeland are familiar with our culture... we've been somewhat secretive this past century... I hope we've proven ourselves genuine in our commitment to peacekeeping."
Kannex
TNPer
(OOC: Out of curiosity, have you watched The Legend of Galactic Heroes? My character Wilhelm Jang is based off one of the main characters, whose flagship is, in the show, the Hyperion. A nice coincidence.)
A man in the white dress uniform of the Imperial Navy sat in the cabin, feeling the waves rock his small vessel back and forth. He had gotten used to wearing dress uniform. All of a sudden, the Jang Fleet's victory had won him fame and prestige that he never asked for. Politicians left and right wanted him in their camp. He attended government press conferences and waved at reporters. All the tricks and glamor of a politicians' lifestyle. But Jang was not a politician, never had been. His smile was always faded, tired at best and he was reticent to the press. But Hans Kreutzer put it bluntly. "Get used to it, Admiral. It's your job and you got it."
The boat itself was marked the property of the Reichsmarine. On the bridge were various buttons and levers, with crew standing in their posts and monitoring the lights. The speedy craft flew on the surface of the water to the grand ship of the Wolfsea khan, ready to attend an event that seemed to straddle politics and military affairs. The boat slowed as it approached the large vessel. Its captain radioed that of the Hyperion and slowly the Kannexan boat parked itself next to the larger ship. The V.I.P. on board, with a twisted smile, prepared to leave the boat. Gott, ich hoffe, dass da Bier ist...
A man in the white dress uniform of the Imperial Navy sat in the cabin, feeling the waves rock his small vessel back and forth. He had gotten used to wearing dress uniform. All of a sudden, the Jang Fleet's victory had won him fame and prestige that he never asked for. Politicians left and right wanted him in their camp. He attended government press conferences and waved at reporters. All the tricks and glamor of a politicians' lifestyle. But Jang was not a politician, never had been. His smile was always faded, tired at best and he was reticent to the press. But Hans Kreutzer put it bluntly. "Get used to it, Admiral. It's your job and you got it."
The boat itself was marked the property of the Reichsmarine. On the bridge were various buttons and levers, with crew standing in their posts and monitoring the lights. The speedy craft flew on the surface of the water to the grand ship of the Wolfsea khan, ready to attend an event that seemed to straddle politics and military affairs. The boat slowed as it approached the large vessel. Its captain radioed that of the Hyperion and slowly the Kannexan boat parked itself next to the larger ship. The V.I.P. on board, with a twisted smile, prepared to leave the boat. Gott, ich hoffe, dass da Bier ist...
((OOC: I've not, it's a good coincidence though. The Hyperion class vessels have solar-related names due to the Heliocannon used as it's main armament. I have checked out the science and balanced it though so no need for reality control 
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Lieutenant Russel smoothed down her uniform as the boarding stairs were lowered, she waited as the Kannexian admiral ascended before greeting him "Welcome aboard the Hyperion Admiral." bowing her head slightly as she placed the thumb-side of her left fist to her right collarbone, the wolvesh salute "I am Lieutenant Russel, the Khan's adjutant, if you would like to follow me please?" leading the admiral through the corridors to the KHan's quarters.
Sebt checked the supply of alcohol, luckily the Air Fleet carrying the second legion had brought extra, a little gift from Alejandro. He smiled as his adjutant poked her head around the door "Sir, Admiral Jang of the Imperial Reichsmarine has arrived." "Thank you Kerri." offering his hand as Jang was shown in "Admiral, a pleasure to meet you." he smiled "I believe you're well acquainted with Minister Vist?" he asked.
))Lieutenant Russel smoothed down her uniform as the boarding stairs were lowered, she waited as the Kannexian admiral ascended before greeting him "Welcome aboard the Hyperion Admiral." bowing her head slightly as she placed the thumb-side of her left fist to her right collarbone, the wolvesh salute "I am Lieutenant Russel, the Khan's adjutant, if you would like to follow me please?" leading the admiral through the corridors to the KHan's quarters.
Sebt checked the supply of alcohol, luckily the Air Fleet carrying the second legion had brought extra, a little gift from Alejandro. He smiled as his adjutant poked her head around the door "Sir, Admiral Jang of the Imperial Reichsmarine has arrived." "Thank you Kerri." offering his hand as Jang was shown in "Admiral, a pleasure to meet you." he smiled "I believe you're well acquainted with Minister Vist?" he asked.
Kannex
TNPer
(OOC: Out of curiosity, can I read the science behind it?)
Wilhelm Jang returned the standard Kannexan salute, flat palm with index finger to the eyebrow. He noted the curious Wolfsea gesture. "I am Admiral Jang, Imperial Kannexan Navy," Jang replied in accented English. He'd been brushing up on his English ever since he left officer's school, but now he was forced to sharpen his English for diplomatic purposes. The admiral followed Lt. Russel through the warship. It was a fancy steel structure that resembled the Reich's ships. Jang made note of the differences.
He arrived at the quarters of Khan Sebt II. Admiral Jang saluted and smiled. He grasped the hand of the khan and shook it. "An honor meeting you, Your Majesty." Admiral Jang was light in complexion compared to most of his fellow Kannexans. He sported smooth curls of black hair and his eyes were walnut-colored, sunken but sparkling of wit. His eyes fell softly over each detail of the Khan's room, observing. His eyes fell on the man at the center of this, a ruler who carried himself like all rulers do. "I do enjoy your ship, Your Majesty. A very capable vessel." Not too far away was a man named Minister Vist, a Syrixian by the looks of it. "Ah, Herr Vist, it is a pleasure to meet you," he began, extending his hand.
Wilhelm Jang returned the standard Kannexan salute, flat palm with index finger to the eyebrow. He noted the curious Wolfsea gesture. "I am Admiral Jang, Imperial Kannexan Navy," Jang replied in accented English. He'd been brushing up on his English ever since he left officer's school, but now he was forced to sharpen his English for diplomatic purposes. The admiral followed Lt. Russel through the warship. It was a fancy steel structure that resembled the Reich's ships. Jang made note of the differences.
He arrived at the quarters of Khan Sebt II. Admiral Jang saluted and smiled. He grasped the hand of the khan and shook it. "An honor meeting you, Your Majesty." Admiral Jang was light in complexion compared to most of his fellow Kannexans. He sported smooth curls of black hair and his eyes were walnut-colored, sunken but sparkling of wit. His eyes fell softly over each detail of the Khan's room, observing. His eyes fell on the man at the center of this, a ruler who carried himself like all rulers do. "I do enjoy your ship, Your Majesty. A very capable vessel." Not too far away was a man named Minister Vist, a Syrixian by the looks of it. "Ah, Herr Vist, it is a pleasure to meet you," he began, extending his hand.
"Maksul, Herr Jang!" said Vist, shaking Jang's hand. "I am Minister Auel Vist, Syrixian Minister of Defense." he paused. "You may just refer to me as Auel, if you'd like." He began to pace around the room as he said, "My forces have many great officers, but your experience is on a whole other level. Truly, you're one in a million. I must commend you for your valiance during the war."
((I can do better than that I can show you it in action IRL: https://youtu.be/sbjXXRfwrHg))
Sebt smiled and handed one of the glasses to Auel while grabbing a beer for Jang "I'm sorry but i'm afraid we only have a few bottles of import from Kannex... it was all my Father-in-law could find in his cellar..." handing the bottle to Jang for approval before grabbing the opener.
Sebt smiled and handed one of the glasses to Auel while grabbing a beer for Jang "I'm sorry but i'm afraid we only have a few bottles of import from Kannex... it was all my Father-in-law could find in his cellar..." handing the bottle to Jang for approval before grabbing the opener.
The Guslant delegation received the invitation, and dispatched His Royal Highness and the Governor of Pigletville to the Hyperion. When they arrived, Hilley rolled in his wheelchair down the dock to the large ship. Governor Nowe, who skyrocketed into fame after her work in the war, followed closely behind, rolling a cooler. "I do enjoy the fact that the Khan invited us to this event. It's better than sitting in a bunker, that's for sure," Hilley joked. "You always have a great attitude, your highness, I admire that," she said, stopping at the ramp. The King nodded to one of his guards, who handed him a cane. The King grabbed the cane. He, with the help of Nowe and the guards, made his way to his feet, in pain. He made his way up the ramp slowly, followed by Nowe, and was welcomed by one of the Wolvesh officials. "King Hilley of Guslantis. I'm here at the request of the Khan," Hilley tried the shake the official's hand, but quickly retracted his hand when he began to fall. "So sorry. A chandelier can weaken your legs...," said Hilley, smiling through the pain. "Get the wheelchair!", yelled Nowe to the guards, as they lugged it up the ramp. "No, no, Mikita. I can walk to the Khan...," said Hilley.
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"An honor," Admiral Jang replied to Auel Vist. "Truly, you flatter me. I must say, the conduct of the Syrixians in the recent war is admirable." As Jang understood it, the Syrixians were one of their closest allies. He turned and accepted the beer from the khan with thanks. Wallei province beer, it seemed. With the opener he poured some for the khan and the minister. "Well, let us celebrate the end of this unpleasantness... and a new peace!" he toasted, not realizing the Guslant king was on the way.
Kerri had had to rush back to greet King Hilley and Governor Nowe "Welcome aboard your majesty, Governor, I'm Lieutenant Russel, the Khan's adjutant. Please follow me, I will take you to the Khan's quarters, Admiral Jang and Minister Vist have already arrived." she smiled.
The Khan raised his glass to the toast "May it last a long time..." taking a sip "I hope the beer is to your liking Admiral." before he noticed Kerri returning with Hilley and Mikita. Sebt walked over to greet Hilley "I'm glad to see you up and about your highness, I had a feeling you would recover quickly." he smiled, making to offer his hand.
The Khan raised his glass to the toast "May it last a long time..." taking a sip "I hope the beer is to your liking Admiral." before he noticed Kerri returning with Hilley and Mikita. Sebt walked over to greet Hilley "I'm glad to see you up and about your highness, I had a feeling you would recover quickly." he smiled, making to offer his hand.
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To the west of Cronaal, on a peninsula of land on the western end of a smallish island, a team from Sadakoyama discussed the final stages of construction on a substantial hospital complex. The facility had gone up quickly, owing in no small part to the modular construction the Sadakhan had perfected in their own country.
The leader of the group was speaking to someone via tablet. "The actual construction part is complete, Sciencemaster; the building is ready to go and we've even got the bacterial mats started. We should be growing skin grafts from the stem cells of Cronaali volunteers within the week. The crews are finishing up the manufacturing areas for the prosthetics lab, we should be able to produce custom limbs, replacement organs, even eyes onsite within the same timeframe.
What I called to suggest to you is that we delay sending the crews home right away. Before the war this island was sparsely inhabited, only one real town occupied by fishermen. Already a number of Cronaali refugees from the war are staring to find their way over and the population of the town is outgrowing its ability to absorb. Plus, we have all those Rhuvan . . .
"We're already putting a base here for hospital security; let's expand it a little and we can absorb the whole island as a protectorate. We send the crews over to build housing, improve the infrastructure, get some aquaculture and carniculture labs going, that sort of thing. I know it has been weighing on the council, having to turn away applicants simply because they may be a little too hidebound or immature yet for citizenship . . .
"That's great! I know the crews will be excited; this is actually a really nice place. We might want to look at putting a hotel here for our own use.
"The locals here call the town Arcadia Bay, I think we can use that for the name of the Protectorate as well."
The leader of the group was speaking to someone via tablet. "The actual construction part is complete, Sciencemaster; the building is ready to go and we've even got the bacterial mats started. We should be growing skin grafts from the stem cells of Cronaali volunteers within the week. The crews are finishing up the manufacturing areas for the prosthetics lab, we should be able to produce custom limbs, replacement organs, even eyes onsite within the same timeframe.
What I called to suggest to you is that we delay sending the crews home right away. Before the war this island was sparsely inhabited, only one real town occupied by fishermen. Already a number of Cronaali refugees from the war are staring to find their way over and the population of the town is outgrowing its ability to absorb. Plus, we have all those Rhuvan . . .
"We're already putting a base here for hospital security; let's expand it a little and we can absorb the whole island as a protectorate. We send the crews over to build housing, improve the infrastructure, get some aquaculture and carniculture labs going, that sort of thing. I know it has been weighing on the council, having to turn away applicants simply because they may be a little too hidebound or immature yet for citizenship . . .
"That's great! I know the crews will be excited; this is actually a really nice place. We might want to look at putting a hotel here for our own use.
"The locals here call the town Arcadia Bay, I think we can use that for the name of the Protectorate as well."