The Black Isle

Somewhere in the Seran Sea...
Sitting in international waters halfway between Kalti and Cronaal was the K.M. Reiteach, under the command of Admiral Isabella. She was here under orders from Joint Chief Mila to monitor the ever growing number of military ships and troops in Cronaal. Thanks to the advanced suit of sensors and their acoustic tiled hull, they were practically invisible and able to gather intelligence from a good distance away. Admiral Isabella was also under strict orders to not let her presence be known to the corps members unless the situation had deteriorated and her presence was deemed absolutely neccessary.

Dun Aulin...
Meanwhile, at the forward operating bases of Dun Aulin, Praetor Wyn, head of the Ordú Uisce, oversaw security at F.O.B. Zayin, Praetor Vivien, head of the Kmand Ajru, oversaw security at F.O.B. Resh and Praetor Cailin, head of the Ardal Reoli Tân, oversaw security at F.O.B. Aleph.

Nirih (Callaician Perspective)...
Praetor Lionel, head of the Kmand Ilma, oversaw 5,250 Callaician corps members and they were under orders from Commander Ayelmer to push north into Niria and secure the islands there. The one troubling aspect was that intelligence from this portion of Cronaal was scarce and what little they had was deemed unreliable at best. Despite this, they had the backing of two of the Callaician Luft ships, the Cutlass and the Sabre, and two of the Callaician Oks, the Clairdon and the Altair. The four ships had gone on ahead to scout the coasts of the islands and so far had found little to no resistance but that did not mean they wouldn't meet any once on the ground. The corps members were soon on the ground and broke up into twenty five small groups of 210 peacekeepers a piece. The 2nd Division through the 25th Division were lead by their respective Tribune's and quickly set off in search of those who might be in need of aid with some of the divisions ending up on the islands to the north-east and to the west.

The 1st Division was led personally by Praetor Lionel with Tribune Stefan acting as second in command. They set off north from their landing point and soon ran into a ragtag group of people. Initial contact quickly descended into chaos when one of the peacekeepers took a grazing hit to his armor. No one saw who fired the next shot but the next thing Lionel and Stefan knew, they were in the middle of a heated firefight. The Callaician corps members pulled back into a tight defensive formation among the trees and soon managed to outflank and surround the ragtag group. Among the corps members, a few were down with injuries but nothing major and thankfully there were no casualties. However, the ragtag group had not fared as well... a quarter of their number had been cut down in the fighting and those that remained looked to be no older than in the mid twenties and with a hungry look in their eyes. Tribune Stefan called out in Ajnabi [English] to the Cronaali's, "who among you is able to speak for the group?" After what seemed like an eternity but was in reality a few minutes, a young lass stepped forward. She had what looked like decorative scars on her face and spoke in Ajnabi [English], "I- I speak for [gesturing with her hands at her group of people]." Understanding came quickly to Stefan and utilizing a mixture of speech and hand gestures he pointed to himself and said, "I am Stefan of Callaici", after which he pointed to the young lass and using the same technique asked, "who are you?" The girl looked at Stefan before saying only one word, "Azgeda". Stefan responded, "Azgeda, huh... that's a pretty name." The little girl shook her head and pointed to herself, "Nairi", then pointed to the rest the people she was with and again repeated the word "Azgeda". Stefan finally understood, "well Nairi, you can tell your people, the Azgeda, that they can stand down and that we are here to help." Nairi pointed in the direction of her dead comrades, "an-and what of them?" Lionel came over to her and replied, "I deeply regret the killing that took place here. We are here to help you with food, medicine and shelter and it looks to be an unfortunate case of being mistaken for the bad guy..." Nairi barely heard what the taller man was saying since she was so focused on the fact that he said food which had caused her face to light up. Nairi turned to her people and spoke to them quickly in a language that was completely foreign to Lionel, Stefan and the rest of the Callaician peacekeepers. After she beckoned to Lionel, Stefan and the rest of the peacekeepers, "come, come... the village chief will want to meet you... and bring food." Before setting off Praetor Lionel radioed to the other Tribune's to remain alert for any Azgeda that they encountered, that they were friendly and to bring food. Tribune Stefan on the other hand radioed to the C.O. Clairdon and the C.O. Altair to begin ferrying supplies between Dun Aluin and what quickly became known as the Tri-Isles with each of the three islands getting their own military nickname, those being Foxtrot Sierra Isle, Whiskey Delta Isle and Alpha Echo Isle.

Nirih (Kaltian and Andalcuain Perspective)...
Praetor Alya, head of the Ordú Cré, oversaw 7,125 Kaltian corps members and Praetor Madoc, head of the Ardal Reoli Dwr, oversaw 3,875 Andalucian corps members. They were under orders from Commander Luca and Commander Nuri to secure the main island that constituted the Cronaali state of Nirih. Both Praetor's knew they were for in a long and potentially bloody fight as the intelligence from the recon satellites showed vast amounts of devastation and ruin in the capital city of Edeshire. As was the case with the Callaicians, the Kaltians and Andalucians had the support of two Kaltian Luft ships, the Manta and the Serpent, and two Andalucian Luft ships, the Acasta and the Corsair. The four ships had scouted the main Nirih island and had reported back that it would be smart to create a buffer zone on the island to the north to provide additional security from Balle which was sure to be overrun by the Nebulans. Taking up the advice given by the Commandant's of the ships, both Praetor Alya and Praetor Madoc led their corps members north and quickly established a beachhead that they named the Aster Security Beachhead. Leaving behind a group of 3,000 corps members under the command of Tribune Naomi and Tribune Alec who were tasked with securing the beachhead. The remaining 8,000 corps members quickly took over a small little island which they could use as a launching point to get into Nirih and it was here that Praetor Alya and Praetor Madoc discussed options.

Madoc began, "so we now have a secure beachhead with which to fall back on should the need arise. How do you want to proceed with providing aid in Nirih?" Looking over a map , Alya responded, "well, we sure as hell are not dropping aid from helicopters. That is just going to cause a multitude of problems, chief among them being fights breaking out over who gets the aid. No... we are going to have to go in on foot and bring in the aid ourselves." Sighing, Madoc responded, "do we know the situation on the ground itself or what we will be facing?" "Not really. All we have is the report from Praetor Lionel who reported that his peacekeepers ran into a group of people calling themselves the Azgeda who were in desperate need of food and basic medical supplies", replied Alya. "It should be a walk in the park then if that same situation unfolds in Nirih itself. Here's hoping there isn't any large criminal element or cannibals in Edeshire", replied Madoc. Looking at her fellow Praetor in shock Alya responded, "cannibals! How preposterous, any sane person can see that those stories are simply rumors."
 
"Here's the plan," said the admiral. "We'll send in aircraft carrying tear gas canisters to drop on the city. I know tear gas can have adverse affects, but it's that or bombs on the heads of civilians. We'll set up treatment afterwards.
"Once we've laid down the gas, the landing ships will approach the shoreline, firing on the beach. Drones will report the locations of enemy forces along the shoreline, and paratroopers will go down behind and around them. We'll isolate them, then use tear gas once we've got most of the city secured.
"At this point, we'll move the bulk of our forces to secure the perimeter around the city and bring in aid troops to aid the citizens."
"What resistance do we expect to meet?" asked a junior commander.
"Our recon drones have reported the presence of a small enemy force. Even if things don't go as planned, we should still see victory."
 
Lara rocked back and force slightly, her face buried in Olevar's chest. He was a fool, he could barely speak, and they barely knew eachother but Lara already cared so much about him. Whilst Lara cried, more afraid than anything, Olevar placed his hand on her back and began to tell her he'd be fine. In an attempt to help, Lara tore part of her shirt and folded it, then pushing it onto Olevar's wound. It stung him, but he resisted for his own sake. Cronaal was a harsh place, it would take those who weren't cautious, violently kill the weak in snowstorms or rains of bullets and allow the evil - sinners who attempted to act as saints - to rule of men and women alike with an iron fist coated in corruption.

"You'll be fine, You'll be fine, You'll be fine, You'll be fine-" Lara wept while doing anything she could to help Olevar, he was the only person she could trust in this wasteland of a country.

Then stopped the gunfire, followed by barbaric chants that Lara couldn't understand. Olevar, however, smiled uncontrollably and attempted to push himself up so he could welcome these chants, and those who spoke them out. Lara didn't let him though.

"They Ulur people. They save! See us let!" Olevar excitedly told Lara,

"You mean, Ulurq could be here-" She replied, just before giving Olevar a squeezing hug of joy whilst crying.

A soldier, one of Ulurq's Tribesmen, eventually found Lara and Olevar huddling behind the half-wall.
 
Nirih (Kaltian and Andalcuain Perspective)...
Praetor Alya and Praetor Madoc had received word from Praetor Lionel who was engaged in talks with a group of people calling themselves the Azgeda. They had decided to wait before heading into Nirih proper, however they had sent ahead a few as scouts to get a better feel for the situation on the ground in addition to the intelligence from their fellow Praetor.

Nirih (Callaician Perspective)...
At what had become known to the Rose Union as Foxtrot Sierra Isle, Praetor Lionel and Tribune Stefan had been following Nairi for the better part of an hour. The rest of the corps members were following behind in a semi-loose but still defensive manner in the case of any ambush or attack. Tribune Stefan had started up a conversation with Nairi and had come to learn that the Azgeda people were named after Azgeda, a Cronaali man from Edeshire. He had risen up against the totalitarian rule of Volandi and his criminal gangs and had attempted to restore law and order to the state after the collapse of their country and society. Sadly Volandi had access to former military bases and weaponry and while Azgeda and his followers quickly grew to outnumber the Volandi, it was not enough to overturn the militaristic weaponry advantage. As such, the fight between Volandi and Azgeda had ground to a halt with each side utilizing hit and run guerilla tactics in a war of attrition that neither side was able to gain an advantage in. Azgeda and his core group of people had stayed in Edeshire but others had fled to the southern isles in hopes of finding a better life for themselves. Tribune Stefan was so caught up in the story that he had not realized they had come upon Nairi’s village whereupon she ran up to her father and greeted him warmly. To the surprise of the Callaicians, they found out that Nairi’s father was Ilani, the village chief, who was grateful to see his daughter alive and well. Turning to the Callaicians, he addressed them in Ajnabi [English], “I see that you wear military armor and I see that there are some that have not returned with my daughter. Did she explain to you that those in military dress are viewed as enemies?” Stefan, having become a quasi spokesperson for the Callaician corps members answered, “she did on our hike here and I want to express my deepest condolences for those whose lives were lost. We are here on a mission of peace and mercy and have brought food and medicine along with additional supplies back at our forward base.” Ilani thought this over, “you say you are here on a mission of peace and to aid us with food and medicine. That is wonderful news for those here in the village but how will you solve the ongoing problem between Volandi and Azgeda in Edeshire? It has completely torn apart the city and the Nirih state.” Praetor Lionel answered, ?"we have not come up with a solution as of this time but we are actively seeking one that can appease both sides. Being Peacekeepers, it is not our duty to take a side in an internal conflict however we will help mediate if possible.” Nodding in understanding, Ilani turned towards his daughter, Nairi, “show these men and women the village and assist them wherever possible as they deliver food and medicine to those in need.” Before running off to help the two hundred and eight Peacekeepers and Aid Workers, Nairi looked at Lionel and Stefan, “if you two do end up in Edeshire, beware the Beji.” Lionel and Stefan had looks of confusion on their faces as Nairi ran off and both exclaimed, “Beji?”
 
One by one, the Nebulan aircraft took off from the single aircraft carrier. A squadron of fighter-bombers flew low over the city.
"Hold your fire on the first pass," ordered the commander. "I want to get an idea of how the city is laid out."
The aircraft zipped across the city, turning around once the city beneath them began to give way to suburbs.
"Begin gas bombardments on this run," ordered the commander.
Canisters of tear gas began falling into the city. Once they hit the ground, they ruptured, releasing clouds of painful mist that panicked the troops holding the city.
"Another run," ordered the commander. "Beach landings will begin in five minutes."
The Nebulan landing ships were a definite step up on the stereotyped floating box. Armoured and equipped with a front-mounted machine gun, they were capable of neutralizing threats to their landing force before they hit the beach.
Incoming fire was sporadic. The Nebulan craft forced back the few troops holding the shoreline, and Nebulan forces took their first steps on Cronaali soil since the Great War.
 
Construction was going well. The Legionnaires did not show up a second time, so there were no interruptions. However, this further provided reason for the removal of the troops, so Pataliputra had them withdrawn as soon as possible. The city was mostly plentiful again; the old Crol flag was raised and a large defense force of indigenous Crol was assembled, this force being dubbed the Cronaal National Army, or CNA. With the CNA set to protecting Oakshire, the Syrixians could focus on humanitarian aid. The Sierrans had already liberated Larineth, and the Bustians had the Oir Islands. Sadakoyama had Arcadia Bay, and Kalti had parts of Buskar and Nirih. However, one nation stood out as a threat. No surprise; it was Nebula. The Nebulans had commissioned an armed invasion of Balle, which obviously meant that they had ulterior intentions. This was Nebula's shtick. But, the Imperial government knew it couldn't act immediately, especially as they had sent troops into Cronaal themselves to defeat the Legionnaires. There was also still Ulurq, the rumored Tenebrar minister who had become a King since the anarchy began, to worry about, but Syrixia would leave that problem to the CNA. As for Syrixia, they'd get back to sending in humanitarian aid groups; and only that.

For God-Emperor Dandar, however, there was less worry and more excitement. The Legionnaires had finally made it to Ganjarius. The city was in decay, unlike Rodon; which was always under repair and quickly being revitalized. Dandar knew that Caledon only wished to destroy; and be King only of Cronaal's ashes. Dandar had his forces placed around the city, sending in small recon groups and drones and getting info from spies. He was wary, but ready to invade. Then, he found it. While excavating in order to repair a house in Rodon, some workers found a large bomb. The nuclear bomb, hidden for so long; but hidden no more.
 
Prime Minister: "Commander?"

Commander: "Good morning, sir."

P. M. : "How is the operation going on?"

Com. : "Very well, sir."

P. M. : "How much land have we freed?"

Com. : "We have freed the entire Larineth region including Radeen, the Capital. And we are continuing east into parts of the Hontawei, Yamaha and mainly the Buskar region as planned."

P. M. : "Very good, commander. I'm glad to hear that. So when do you think we'll control Lith?"

Com. : "If the operation goes as planned, we shall reach Lith in 6 days. "

P. M. : "Are you aware of any problems that may occur?"

Com. : "Well, due to the vast network of spies working for the Lith Gang, are enemies will know that we're on our way. It will be substantially harder to defeat them. "

P. M. : "They won't have any backup, since we've already vanquished the the Radeen gang, known as The Oertheros."

Com. : "That is true, sir."

P. M. : "Alright. You must have a lot of work to do, I will leave you to it. Keep me informed.

Com. : "Don't worry sir, I will.

Our convoys of tanks and humvees drove through cities, towns, villages and even through hamlets, providing the poor population with humanitarian aid, medical treatment and offering them temporary accommodation in the newly built Sierran refugee camps guarded by the Sierran forces. Things were going as planned untill we approached the suburbs of Lith. Firefights on every corner, many causualties on both sides, civilians in the need of medical treatment. It was a mess! We called for reinforcements. They arrived surprisingly quickly. The gang members started to back off leading us to the centre of Lith. That's where the real battle took place.

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THE SEDERA'S RESIDENCE
PELAGIS​


Yesterday, We, the Sedera of the All-House Union of Myroria, met with the Esteemed Councillors of the Council of Great Houses and considered with grave and thoughtful concern the deteriorating situation in the state of Cronaal. While We and we are cognizant of the great hardship suffered by millions under the anarchic, maniacal, and senseless rule of warlords, We and we are also cognizant of the great threat to those same millions by the aggressive, imperialistic, and destructive war currently waged by the Established Peoples in a further attempt to increase their own power.

Weeks ago the Established Peoples attempted to exert their power over Rhuvanland and were stopped by the valiant and glorious forces of the Novrith Pact and the August Rhuvish Proconsulate Coalition. Today, they direct their aggression towards the Cronaali people, who have already anguished for months without their help. The Established Peoples have entered Cronaal with a stated goal to restore its once-leader, Lara Kray, to power. We and we have no doubt that their ultimate goal is to control the nation's reconstruction through Kray, in a desire to have her new government be Established-aligned.

The Established Peoples' wallets are apparently bottomless so long as they are funding their imperialistic ventures and their own military-industrial complexes. They speak of 'peacekeeping' and 'humanitarian aid' but even now conquer large parts of Cronaal and manage them themselves as proto-colonies. Who profits from this aid? Is it the Cronaali people, who soldiers throw shirts and chocolate bars to as they march through their cities? Or is it the imperialists themselves, who manage these new lands and profit from the labor of their inhabitants, and their Cronaali collaborators?

We and we reaffirm our commitment to true non-alignment, through the Novrith Treaty of Non-Aligned Peoples. We and we pray for the presently-abused inhabitants of Cronaal, who We fear may be trading anarchy for oligarchy and plutocracy.

Her Majesty, Sedera of Myroria, Duchess of Pelagis, Lady Protector of the Eluvataran Isles, &c., &c.,
FENDRINA I QUARROVTH SED.

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The Yeraenn Military swept through the Lake Pel province like a hurricane, routing insurgents as they pushed southward. Soon, they ran up against the borders of the provinces controlled by Rodon and Caledon. Despite the success of the assault force in the operation, lives were unavoidably lost, totaling to about 135 troops KIA by insurgent forces and IED's. Even though the Yeraenn were in foreign territory, fighting a war against a different culture, they still honored their dead. Killed soldiers were placed on fresh cut platforms and set out on the shores of the ocean, together with their death object. Once they reached a certain distance from the shore, they were lit on fire by a traditional bow and arrow.
The central island in Lake Pel, home to the city of Pel, was, as Khiara predicted, largely unassailable, due to it's well fortified and protected position, so Yeraenn troops left it alone, hoping to force a condition of siege onto the city.
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Acknowledging the recent statement from the 'non-aligned' state of Myroria, the Sta'nh Ye'ra feels obliged to being to light the absurd hypocrisy of their statement. Your claims of imperialism against those nations currently invested in returning to power the rightful sovereign of a nation ravaged by civil war and anarchy caused by the incompetence of this so called 'Democratic Union' while united with such states as the Imperium Augustum itself is contradiction of the highest order.

The Sta'nh Ye'ra seeks only to reestablish the previous order in Cronaal. Any further accusations against this state will result in formal condemnations of Myroria.
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The Next Day

Lara stood in front of Ulurq, who was sat on a small seat he referred to as his 'Throne' with a blanket over his lap. It was actually a wooden chair with large palm leaves tied to the back. She couldn't believe herself, she hadn't seen her fiancée in almost a year and a half to then discover he was a Tribelord in Oakshire, one of the most Anti-Tenebrar places in Cronaal. Something about him had changed though, his light purple skin had seemed to darken a little and his face appeared to be much more wrinkled, from the constant stress she assumed, he still seemed as beautiful as ever to Lara though.

"I-- I-" Lara could barely get the words to escape her lips, she was both so elated and so nervous at once,

"Calm now, dearest. I've missed you so immensely, each day I've yearned for you, longing for you." He spoke out, in front of Lara and a few bystanders. The throne was in the public square of his settlement.

"I thought you died... I hated myself, blaming myself for letting you go." Lara replied, whilst tearing up a little,
"Oh my god..." She added, muttering under her breath,

"I said calm. Now come closer, I have something I wish to speak in a.. More private manner." He asked, while doing gestures to motion Lara towards him. She complied.
"Lara. I know you've just arrived here, but I need you to leave - I need us to leave..." He whispered into her ear, sounding nervous.
 
Nirih (Callaician Perspective)...
Praetor Lionel had radioed Praetor Alya and Praetor Madoc that they were free to begin their humanitarian operation in Nirih. Both were also appraised of the situation on the ground and of the feud between Volandi and Azgeda. Tribune Stefan headed off to direct the Tribune’s from the 2nd through 25th Division and he gave them orders to go to each village across the three isles and distribute humanitarian aid as well as making sure the citizens were safe. If any were in need of immediate medical care, helicopters were to be called in to ferry the injured to the Sykehus that were anchored off shore just north of Dun Aulin.

Nirih (Kaltian and Andalucian Perspective)...
After the talk with Praetor Lionel, Praetor Alya and Praetor Madoc were discussing their options on how to best proceed. “Well this is a right mess, we have a complete stalemate among the people of Nirih and we can’t break it up as we don’t interfere with internal matters”, sighed Madoc. Alya was deep in thought before responding, “what about opening a line of communication? We can still play the role of mediator as we have the Manta, Serpent, Acasta and Corsair sitting offshore patrolling the waters. Any one of those ships could be used as a neutral meeting ground.” Thinking about what Alya had said, Madoc replied, “it could work. From what Lionel was told by Ilani, Volandi has control over whatever remnants there was of the military there while Azgeda leads a sizable group that is focused on rebuilding. Do you really think we could get the two to sit down and work something out?” Alya had a mischievous look in her eyes as she responded, “not only do I plan on getting them to both sit down and talk, I plan on getting them to overcome their differences and see the bigger picture that it is to the benefit of all to work together.” Laughing Madoc replied, “now this I have to see.” Orders went sent to the advanced scouts already in Edeshire to seek out and locate Volandi and Azgeda and to pass along the message that their presence was requested on the K.L. Serpent which had been repositioned and was sitting offshore from the capital city. Additional orders were given to the Tribune’s to assemble their forces and head into Nirih and provide food and medicine to the citizens there. They were also told to watch out for what Lionel had called the Beji though no one among the Kaltians, Callaicians or Andalcuians knew what this name meant or what it referred to.
 
The press briefing room inside the Sedera's Residence was, like the rest of the building, constricted by the tight space allocated to it. There were no more than four or five rows of seats for journalists in front of the elevated platform that the queen's press secretary - or, on certain occasions, the queen herself - stood upon.

It was done in a heavy, ornate style, which made the cramped space seem even smaller. Dark wood paneling covered the walls and a domed lamp, edged with gold leaf, hung from the ceiling. The chairs laid out for the press were wood-backed, with seats upholstered in a complex damask; the fabric, as well as the rest of the room, smelled of tobacco despite most of the journalists having quit years ago. The architecture and gilded decoration seemed to hold it in for eternity.

Today was one of the days that the queen herself would be making remarks - the joint condemnation of the international response to the Cronaali situation, coming so soon on the heels of the Rhuvanland deployment, had left the Myrorian press rushing into action. The political intrigue was certainly a welcome change from reports on methamphetamine busts in the interior of the nation.

As Myroria increased its global presence, the Sedera's dress became more traditional. Months ago she wore blazers and skirts but already she was donning deels and scarves that would normally be reserved for holidays. The statement of such a change could not be missed. Today her outfit was especially bright; a dark-blue silk deel with a rich brocade sash helping keep it closed. Her thin neck was mostly covered in a loose collar draped around her shoulders, red and embroidered with stylized flowers. Gold earrings hung next to her round cheeks; in contrast, the edges of her short hair were particularly angular today.

Camera bulbs flashed as Fendrina stepped towards the podium, but the assembled journalists, themselves dressed in a mix of traditional and modern garb stayed silent. One near the front raised his hand as she stepped behind the microphone.

"Good afternoon, everybody," she began. Most of the journalists assigned to the Residence were well-known to her and in some cases were even informally vetted before they began work. "Let me make one statement, Galdres" - she nodded at the man's hand - "and then we'll take questions.

Over the past week the situation in Cronaal has been near the front of everyone's mind. Yesterday, as I'm sure you all know, I released a joint statement with the Council about the Established actions in that country. Likewise, Ambassador Desatlilabit Rasamiteth has been letting the Democratic Union know my government's thoughts on this as well.

Earlier this morning the Yeraenn government, who we've been blessed to have worked closely with in Rhuvanland, released a strong statement of disapproval with our position. You all, of course," she waved, "have seen that. Such disagreements on policy are, of course, inevitable, but I do take offense to their accusations of hypocrisy on my government's part.

Their main complaint lied with the Union's alliance with the August Empire, a state they accused of similar imperialism. Of course, being bonded in alliance with a nation does not mean we approve of their every action. If the Sta'nh Ye'ra refers specifically to our coalition in Rhuvanland, I can say that supporting one invasion on humanitarian grounds does not oblige the Union to support every invasion claimed to be on humanitarian grounds."

"Though I can understand that opting away from an invasion is a difficult choice for the Established Peoples", she thought.

"As far as I can tell, no nation acted over these past few months as Cronaal descended into chaos. It was only when an opportunity for profit presented itself that a coalition quickly put itself together. I certainly don't want to blame anyone for not getting involved sooner, but I do question the motives of those getting involved now. And that's all it is. A question."

Fendrina pointed at the man who had his hand up earlier. "So with that, Galdres, let's get to your questions."

"Does Your Majesty's government see getting involved militarily in Cronaal in, ah, opposition to the powers already there?" he asked.

"No. While we care deeply about the plight of the Cronaali people, my government will not act on this issue with further violence. If the other members of the Treaty of Non-Aligned Peoples press for some alternative course of action, my government will consider that. Dandrynea," she said, pointing to another hand.

"Has the Novrith Pact contributed any aid to Cronaal over the past few months and, if so, how much?" she asked.

"Ah, that's a better question for the ambassador's office. We'll connect you to Marsilamat after questions. Llandreri."

"Will Your Majesty's government deliver aid to Cronaal in the future?"

"That is a discussion to happen with the Council Budgetary Committee and myself during the next year, but I am skeptical of where aid given to an Established-administered government would end up going. At this time my government doesn't know enough to predict that with certainty. Ah," Fendrina said, pointing at a hand in the back. "I'm afraid I don't recognize you. But you have a question?"

"John Norfolk, Stars magazine." he began in a thick accent. "Care to explain the fashion change, Your Majesty?"

"Ah," she began. "I don't want my best-dressed day in a casket. Odaishabil?"

"Any statement on House Rasamiteth's defection to Great House Quarrovth?"

She laughed, partially because she knew she was an unbiased source and partially because the topic had gotten past Cronaal. "Well obviously, as head of House Quarrovth, I'm very happy about it."
 
OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE OFFICE OF THE EMPERATOR
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ON THE MATTER OF CRONAAL:
The Watching Nebula has always considered matters in Cronaal, its close neighbor, to be of vital interest, both to our economy and to our security. Upon rumors that warlords in Cronaal had located or had constructed weapons of mass destruction, the Nebulan legislature made the decision to act quickly and begin military action in Cronaal, with the intent of seizing such weapons and preventing further bloodshed.
Not long after Nebulan forces established a beachhead in the city of Balle, the Myrorian government released a statement condemning the actions of all parties involved in reestablishing peace in Cronaal, on the grounds that the peacekeepers were taking action to colonise the country. This accusation was leveled at all parties involved in Cronaal.
Despite this bold statement against colonisation, the Myrorian government has collaborated with the Imperium Augustum to establish a state in Rhuvanland that would answer primarily to the demands of said Imperium, creating a near-colonial state. Parties to the Rhuvanland talks such as Nebula and Kannex had previously fought for a democratic state, but were forced to concede in order to protect other interests at the talks.
If the Myrorian government truly wishes to combat the forces of colonialism, perhaps they had best rethink their current foreign policy before administering high-minded condemnations to states that are attempting to prevent further bloodshed.
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The Nebulan troops pressed forward. Tanks led the charge, creating a wall of armor that forced back enemy troops. Behind the front line, special forces swept through the ruined buildings, hunting down snipers and stragglers that hadn't retreated in time. A former commercial block near the city center posed significant resistance, until soldiers in helicopters took the top floors and pumped tear gas into the complex, flushing out the enemy forces.
Nebulan tanks soon secured most of the city. As recon units entered the first layer of suburbs, holdouts gathered in a park for a last stand. Although they managed to partially entrench their position, a massive tank force rolled in. Most of the enemies surrendered; those who didn't were picked off one by one by snipers.
The city of Balle was in Nebulan hands.
 
Xentheridan message to the Callaici and the Union of the Rose:
To Magistrate Vatanius, Legate Vassidia, and whoever may be reading this,

We would like to request joining you in your efforts to bring humanitarian aid to regions of Cronaal. We feel that, while all other nations are essentially invading and occupying the nation, your Union has a much more tactical approach to it; the proper distribution of supplies, keeping of peace, instead of sending an army in.

This is why we would like to give our assistance for your efforts at helping the Cronaal citizens. While we may supply few peacekeepers, we specialise in medical workers and supply distributors.

We can also ship supplies in, such as vaccines, food and water, temporary shelters, and similar items. We have a small fleet of six hospital ships available, which each can serve around a hundred and fifty a day each, and we have about two thousand medics we can ready, plus more that will take a little extra time to assemble.

However, while we will provide a few peacekeepers to help keep the peace, we may need some more to patrol the area, and keep the people safe.

Yours sincerely,

King Christian III of Xentherida
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As this message was sent, the hospital ships in Xentherida's harbour began to mobilise, and supply ships began to fill up with food, water, medical supplies and equipment, temporary shelters, and most importantly, the aid workers themselves. Army medics enlisted in these ships, making sure all equipment was functioning properly, and was ready to jump into action.
 
Valletta, Akko, Callaici...
Magistrate Vatanius was in his office reading an official communique sent by the Secretary Generals informing him of the latest developments in Cronaal. He smiled when he read about the efforts of his fellow countrymen in securing peace and aid for the people. His reading however was interrupted by a knock at the door so he put the newspaper down on his desk he called for the person to enter. Legate Vassidia of the Department of Home and Foreign Affairs entered, "good morning sir." "Ah Jess, how are you this fine afternoon?", replied Agusti. "I'm doing well, I just stopped by to notify you that we received a message from the Xentheridans. They are requesting to join us in aiding Cronaal with food and medicine" Looking at Jess and then at the newspaper, Agusti responded, "wonderful! wonderful! I'll notify Segretarju ?enerali Isabela of this message as she is the Callaician Secretary General in charge of Operation Black Isle Down." Nodding, Jess replied, "very good. I'm glad to see that the whole situation is working out." "As am I, as am I." As Magistrate Vatanius went back to reading his newspaper article, Legate Vassidia left his office and went back to her duties.

Later that afternoon... Caerleon, Eirie, Kalti...
Segretarju ?enerali Isabela was at the Rose Hall compiling reports on the Cronaali situation when her computer chimed. Seeing that she had received an email from Magistrate Vatanius of Callaici, she quickly browsed the contents. Isabela was intrigued by the offer of help and seeing no harm in having additional medics and humanitarian aid workers on the ground, she sent back a message to the Xentheridan king. After, she notified Rúnaí Ginearálta Rionach and Rùnaire Coitcheann Malik that the Xentheridan were going to join up with the Kaltians, Callaicians and Andalucians already in Cronaal.

To: King Christian III of Xentherida
From: Segretarju ?enerali Isabela of Callaici

Re: Humanitarian Aid in Cronaal

We welcome your offer of joining us in providing humanitarian aid in Nirih of Cronaal. We ask that at first you direct your ships to Dun Aulin, specifically to Forward Operating Base Resh that was set up by the Callaicians. Praetor Vivien is overseeing security and operational command there and has been instructed to welcome your forces and direct them were they need to go. Once there, Praetor Vivian will link you up with Praetor Lionel who is directing humanitarian efforts in the southern islands that make up the Nirih state. The Kaltians and Andalucians are dealing with the main island and the situation is delicate at the moment so we ask for you to hold off on venturing there until the situation has been brought under control. Should you have any further questions, please direct them to myself, Rúnaí Ginearálta Rionach or Rùnaire Coitcheann Malik.
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Lara was confused. Less than 24 hours ago she met her former fiancée again, in the midst of unimaginable chaos, after a year and a half. And he wanted her to leave so soon...
She moved her head back slightly, and looked at Ulurq for a strong moment before asking one question;

"Why..?"

"International attention on places like Oakshire, that nations are publicly expressing the will to take control of. And the fact I may be under mutiny soon. No, we leave tomorrow noon." Ulurq replied, sternly.

"Bu-"

"Unless you wish to stay, and burn."

Lara sighed, worried, and simply nodded. She turned a round and walked a few paces to the edge of the Oakshire Canal, some makeshift gondola were going up and down it with groups of people and resources. It was beautiful, despite the scrap metal and rubbish everywhere. The rusted metal she lay her hands on, the ragged water-wheel structure created to generate power, the wires stretching over the canal. Behind the tribecenter Lara could see a large, destroyed aircraft carrier that was broken in half and seemed to have a few old dishes and transmitters on it, probably from communities in the nearby areas.

Behind her, she could hear an elder man shouting as his store's stock was floating away over the canal. Simple, old umbrellas made of hollow wood and a material she didn't recognise. As he reached the canal fence, realising he'd lost them all, Lara giggled but noticed how beautiful the scenery was as they floated, gently, away over the canal.
 
Give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime.

Cronaal refugees were becoming increasingly involved with Protocol Five. Waiting lists began on the isles of Oir to be shipped to Relief Base. Job enlistments for the base in the Allied States ceased, as cheaper Cronaal workers became available. Those willing to work and support Relief Base construction were being brought over as new projects opened. Those quick to learn and ambitious were given more training, responsibilities, and perks. Such perks included their own living quarters, full wages, access to better food, and preferential considerations for Allied States citizenship. These were dangled as incentives to encourage the refugees to work harder.

Admiral Kathryn Rearick, now sitting in her newly constructed office on Relief Base, reviewed her own incentives for completion of the SCE IX. Her most prized incentive was the creation of her own Great House. Rearick is part of the Great House Anntak, but only as the 2nd cousin of the wife of its head. If she had been nobleborn, her status as Admiral of the 3rd Fleet would have earned her a right to claim the leadership of the Great House. A glass ceiling that prevented her from entering the true halls of power within the megacorporation. She resented the unspoken fact that being a commoner prevented her admittance into the Society of the Pyramid. She may be an Admiral who commands a fleet but, she is still executing orders for the benefit of her superiors. So, when she learned of SCE IX and that a Great House as one of its rewards, she used her clout and called in favors to position herself to be assigned the responsibility.

Relief Base and its city will become an extension of the Allied States. Rearick had spent some time researching a name for her Great House. The name of the nascent state had yet to be determined. Each Great House follows the name of one of the old clans of Buto. A tradition started by the first Grand Duke. She was still undecided.
 
Along with the Cronaali refugees flocking to the relief centers set up by the suddenly interested outsider nations were dozens of Sadakhan scientists--sociologists, cultural anthropologists, semioticians and psychologists; political scientists, economists and field researchers in jurisprudence and military studies.

Silently, discretely, they blended in and began taking copious notes on the behavior of the outsiders.
 
The Xentheridan ships, finally laden with supplies and aid workers, set off for their intended destination: Dun Aulin. The six hospital ships and eight supply ships removed their moorings from the Blackwater Harbout, and, upon assembling into formation, set the engines to maximum speed. Arrival would be in several hours.
 
"So you're telling me you think we have spies hiding with the refugees?" Rearick had not considered the possibility of spies being in the midst of the refugees. Such plants would be long term, deep cover agents to eventually gain access to anything critical.

"Not spies, maybe, I don't know," replied the annoyed doctor. "But these people were not suffering before we got here." Handing over a flash drive containing medical files collected from the doctors and nurses working in the refugee camps. "After a year of living in anarchy, the survivors suffer from a wide range of health issues. Most of which stems from malnutrition and severe dehydration; resulting in poor body condition which grants susceptibility to all sorts of diseases and blah blah blah." Waving his hand as he was clearly making his point.

"THOSE people," he continued, pointing to the flash drive placed on the Admiral's desk, "are in near perfect health, clearly well fed, have nice teeth which really stands out in that crowd, and show no signs they've lived in a state of survival for the past year. Either they are not locals or somehow were living well while everything else went to shit around them."

"Hmm, that is a very good point," Rearick leaned back in her posh, leather chair to ponder for a minute. "Perhaps some of the gang elements went to ground and are trying to pass under our noses by posing as refugees. I'll pass these names over to intelligence and have them investigate. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, doctor."

Each individual the doctor had reported on were removed from general population and isolated. Whatever belongings they had were confiscated.

Several of the Cronaal collaborators had informed the intelligence agents that these particular people were new and no one had seen them before showing up in the camps. A search through their belongings turned up several journals with observational data recorded on the daily happenings in the camps.

After a string of interrogations, came the first confession. A man who claimed to be a Sadakhan scientist observing social interactions of the Cronaal refugees. The same man who was led to believe that pointing out the other scientists, will simply have them rounded up and sent back home. Further, advanced forms of interrogations continued.

The original group of individuals rounded up simply disappeared. In the following weeks, more people vanished.

The Allied States released the following statement to all nations

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From the Office of the Chairperson of the Board of Directors of the Allied States of Bustos​




Only days ago, the Office of External Affairs caught a Sadakhan spy posing as a Cronaal refugee. A full confession was obtained, backed by evidence of journals detailing his observations of Allied States operations. This transgression against the Allied States led to a swift execution of said spy.

The Chairperson, Board of Directors, and those under the command of Admiral Kathryn Rearick are sadden their humanitarian efforts in Cronaal are used as a tool of espionage by an unscrupulous nation.

The Allied States warn their friends, involved in the liberation and restoration of Cronaal, of Sadakhan spies and infiltrators in their camps and elsewhere.

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Chairperson of the Allied States of Bustos
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Parliament had been deliberating on the matter of the Empire's activity in Cronaal from as soon as Myroria released its communique. There were those who supported Syrixian armed troops continuing on to Rodon, against those who supported linking up with the Rose Union and actually peacekeeping. The debate was heated and everyone in the Empire knew, but eventually the pro-Rose Union side won out. Syrixia was trying its absolute hardest to break away from the greed of the Established Peoples, they said, and the activity in Karin province would certainly not help the Empire's cause.

The decision was made to send a communique to the Rose Union at once, detailing the Empire's requests to join in the peacekeeping effort. The Prime Minister gave the order and the communique was sent:

Communique:
To: Segretarju ?enerali Isabela, Callaci, Rose Union
Subject: Request to Join Peacekeeping Efforts

Esteemed Secretarju,

The Established Peoples have now, in their naiveté, pursued military action in Cronaal in the name of "peacekeeping". They create proto-colonies, add to their hegemonies, and make slaves of the Crol people. Syrixia is a nation of Established Peoples. But the ancient Empire of the Syrixians is the only one of them all that remotely feels remorse for its actions. The Empire received forgiveness from the Esplandians, whom it had long ago massacred for power and wealth. The Empire fought with the Proconsular Coalition against the influence of the Established Peoples and their Argent Alliance. But the fight against Orientalism continues. Now the Empire has undertaken attempts to restore order in Cronaal, but it caught itself. It has withdrawn from the city of Oakshire; and has taken one step further in the fight against the greed that plagues all Eastern nations. We now request of the esteemed Rose Union if we may join its operations in Cronaal; and keep peace the right way; a way that does not involve the greed of the Established Peoples, but only the love and kindness towards the world we so dearly wish to attain.

Humblest Regards,

Prakash Bhakta
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs
Syrixian Empire
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Andrea thumped the desk "Dammit, wish Sebt had told me how to work this thing..." prompting the comm-officer on watch to connect her through to the Rose Union "This is Princess Andrea de la San Antilles, wife of the Khan of Wolfsea acting on his behalf. We recieved word that we were to contact you to offer our support for the Cronaali situation. We're willing to offer personnel from our medical and engineering corps to assist... inform us when we're required, provided of course the Alliance of the Unaligned don't bitch and moan over us actually doing something and not being able to save the world and press flowers up their Culo..."
 
Bustos:

The Allied States released the following statement to all nations

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From the Office of the Chairperson of the Board of Directors of the Allied States of Bustos​




Only days ago, the Office of External Affairs caught a Sadakhan spy posing as a Cronaal refugee. A full confession was obtained, backed by evidence of journals detailing his observations of Allied States operations. This transgression against the Allied States led to a swift execution of said spy.

The Chairperson, Board of Directors, and those under the command of Admiral Kathryn Rearick are sadden their humanitarian efforts in Cronaal are used as a tool of espionage by an unscrupulous nation.

The Allied States warn their friends, involved in the liberation and restoration of Cronaal, of Sadakhan spies and infiltrators in their camps and elsewhere.

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It is with sadness and disgust, but not surprise, that we have learned of the wanton and inhumane murder of a number of innocent field researchers by the primitive, anti-intellectual creatures of Bustos. Such behavior is what we Sadakhan have come to expect from the uncivilized nations of Eras, those driven by fear, greed, and ignorance.

We Sadakhan have been on the ground in Cronaal since day one of the Smithworks tragedy, providing medical aid and other humanitarian assistance without the need for military occupation or armies of jack-booted, armed "peacekeepers". Now a more than a year later, thugs from the Allied States and others come to divide up Cronaal amongst themselves. What is worse, they conceal their depredations with words like "humanitarian relief" and "peacekeeping"; yet whether because of paranoia or guilt they murder those that seek only to document and understand their deeds.

As any primary school child understands, observation is one of the key elements of science, and results are more accurate if those observed are unaware of it. Our field researches seek only to understand the world and its people, for the betterment of all of us. They are not interested in nor do they seek any military secrets the Allied States, or anyone, wishes to hide.

We urge, but do not expect, any civilized nations that may yet exist among you to condemn and renounce this latest round of barbaric atrocities which we have been made to suffer.
 
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Nebula unilaterally condemns the execution of Sadakhan scientists by Bustos. Sanctions will be forthcoming and if further atrocities continue we will be forced to consider military action against the armed forces of Bustos within Cronaal.
In the meantime, Nebula will begin taking in refugees from Cronaal. Ferries will begin leaving from the city of Balle and bringing refugees to the Kalinins, where they will be processed and, if possible, be subject to background checks. They will then have the option to remain in the Kalinins or travel to Nebula itself. Should refugees wish to return to their homes once the province of Balle has been liberated, they will be allowed to do so following the establishment of a Cronaali government.
Finally, Nebula sends its condolences to the Sadakhan government and offers our refugee processing centers and camps as a potential body for observation.
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Nebulan forces pushed on. Recon drones brought back the information that the coast was mostly clear within the suburbs of Balle, and lightweight SpecForces units moved quickly to establish a perimeter around the edge of the area. Tanks rolled through the deserted streets. Nebulan soldiers marched in formation through the suburbs, proudly flying the Nebulan flag.
Meanwhile, back in the downtown area, teams of engineers and raw recruits worked to rebuild the docks on the shoreline. More of these units began demolishing wrecked buildings and setting up a refugee camp.
"We're building over fifty new structures for refugees," said a young engineer to the head of the project. "Isn't that a bit unnecessary?"
"Kid," said the head engineer, "when you've seen as many of these types of crises as I have, you'll understand that this probably won't even be close to enough."
"Then why don't we build more housing areas?"
"We don't have the time nor the resources. Didn't you notice that some of the old buildings are getting refurbished?"
"But-"
"Kid, there's a reason I'm in charge and not you. Now run along and see if enough docks are done that we can land some more supplies."
The young engineer nodded, shamefaced, and jogged off.
 
A small village of survivors had been identified as under attack by raiders by the TRSS.
A TNSW squad has been dispatched.

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A Firehawk touched down under the cover of night near the battle, and the squad of 5 and one drone left it, staying in the shadows until the time was right.

"1, this is 5, in position."

"Affirmative 5, ready your sniper."

"3, whats the drones status?"

"Its E.V.A unit is down sir, I can control it manually if needed."

"Fine, we need that extra firepower."

"Executor squad, on three."

"One."

The squad checked their weapons one last time.

"Two."

A final prayer to their Deity

"Three! Attack!"

A rain of fire came down upon the Raiders, scattering their groups and sowing panic among their ranks.

"I'm hit!"

"3, go help 2! 5, get that RPG!"

The squad pushed as far as they could with their injured comrade, cutting a swathe into the Raider forces using the drones grenade launcher.

"Their retreating!"

"Confirmed."

"Executor, Roll call! Who's still kicking! 1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"4!"

A moment of silence passed.

"5? John? Respond Dammit!"

"I'm here, just wanted to give you a bit of a shock, Alex."

"Never, ever do that again, or you'll be court marshaled so fast you wont know what hit you."

The squad made their way into the village, and once the last of the raiders had left, the E.V.A unit started again.

"E.V.A, contact HQ, get some supplies and more guards down here, then act as temporary liaison with the people of this place."

"Affirmative, sir"

After cycling through various languages, E.V.A finally found the correct dialect and speech pattern.

"We are with Trinster, we are here to help, food and other supplies will be here shortly, do you understand?"

"Yes, we still know Mercanti, you know."
 
The Grand Federation of Xentherida wholeheartedly condemns the execution of Sadakhans scientists by Bustos. It was an unnecessary action to be taken, and one that could have been dealt with in a much less severe way.

Sadakoyama is a neutral nation, and one keen on scientific discovery, including psychological behaviour. The ruthless murder of them was for no reason; as Sadakoyama has risen above our petty conflicts, they have almost no need for an espionage program. Therefore, with spies unlikely, and scientists studying social behaviour likely, why were they killed for espionage?

While yes, Sadakoyama could have informed Bustos about these, they did not, and had the right not to; as they said, scientific observation is much more effective if the observed are unaware.

Additionally, instead of execution, Bustos could have merely detained the scientists, and requested Sadakoyama to explain themsemselves, before handing over custody of them.

We would also like to extend our condolences to the families of those killed by these callous murders.

Should any events like this tragedy happen again, then we will place economic sanctions upon Bustos, and seize their Xentheridan assets. This is your only warning.
 
Caerleon, Eirie, Kalti...
Segretarju ?enerali Isabela was having breakfast at Balthazar's Club with her fellow Segretarju ?enerali, Atreus, Rhea and Silvanus and discussing matters of state. Her personal Aura had gone off notifying her that she had two new emails. Quickly browsing the notifications she noticed they were from the Syrixians and the Wolfseans regarding the situation in Cronaal. Excusing herself from the table for a few minutes, Isabela left to use one of the private rooms that the Club had on offer so she could dictate a reply.
To Prakash Bhakta. I have received your communique regarding joining the Rose Union efforts. If you are sincere in your efforts to follow a peaceful path forward, we ask that you direct your humanitarian aid workers to Dun Aulin where Commander Luca, Commander Ayelmer and Commander Nuri shall be your points of contact.
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After dictating the Syrixian message she had a voice copy made and then replied to the Wolfseans with the same message, albeit changing the recipient of the message.
To Princess Andrea de la San Antilles. I have received your communique regarding joining the Rose Union efforts. If you are sincere in your efforts to follow a peaceful path forward, we ask that you direct your humanitarian aid workers to Dun Aulin where Commander Luca, Commander Ayelmer and Commander Nuri shall be your points of contact.
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Once Isabela was done sending both messages, she returned to breakfast and the discussion at hand.



Caerleon, Eirie, Kalti...
Over at Faisnéise Limistéar Trí | Fàisneis Sgìre Trì (Intelligence Area Three), Rúnaí Ginearálta Rionach and Rùnaire Coitcheann Malik were reading over situation reports of what was happening in Cronaal. With the recent advances of Xentherida, Syrixia and Wolfsea in wishing to aid the Rose Union in her humanitarian and peacekeeping mission, both decided it was time to up Operation Black Isle Down and consolidate the Forward Operating Bases on Dun Aulin into one central area with which to coordinate the mission efforts. Word was sent to Commanders Luca, Ayelmer and Nuri to proceed with Operation Odal. As such, Zayin, Resh and Aleph were shut down and the Rose Union put all of its forces into the new Forward Operating Base of Odal, located on the northern tip of the Dun Aulin island.
 
Regarding Sadakoyaman Espionage in Cronaal
Authorised by Caesar Felix Albinus Augustus
Joined by the August Court
A Public Statement Regarding Sadakoyama
In reference to: Regarding the '2015 Media Outage', The Novrith Pact on the 2015 Signal Intrusion
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Having already proven without exception active and malicious espionage activities on the part of the Sadakoyaman state, and cognizant of their attempts to claim neutrality internationally, Imperium will no longer maintain diplomatic relations with the Sadakoyaman state. Sadakoyaman flagged vessels will not be permitted to pass through Imperium. Sadakoyaman documentation and identification is no longer valid within Imperium.

Imperium must also note its total and utter disgust at the attempts of the Nebulans to hand over access to Cronaali refugees, for what are known to be unethical and militaristic research experiments. This is not just beyond the pale, but a serious violation of diplomatic and civil integrity, a violation which we have come to expect of the Nebulans.

As a result, Imperium will no longer maintain diplomatic relations with the Nebulan state. Nebulan flagged vessels will not be permitted to pass through Imperium. Nebulan documentation and identification is no longer valid within Imperium.

We rebuke in the highest order the Xentheridan support for the Sadakoyaman rogue state, and warn them that sanctions placed in response to Allied States' judicial actions regarding foreign espionage will, in turn, be considered in the context of Xentheridan-August foreign relations. We cannot stand by while the international community uses the disgusting practice of 'political neutrality' to defend itself from the abuse of innocent, non-belligerent populations.

We have made our opinion clear on the Sadakoyaman question, and yet the international community chose to ignore our investigations in favour of a narrative of August imperialism, fuelled by the Rhuvish intervention, and created to distract the international community from their blatant disregard for civil rights - rights they happily accord to the people of the independent Rhuvish territory, at the cost of Imperium and Rhuvanland, but not Cronaali refugees within their own.

A failure of sovereign principle this overt, and this extreme, has confirmed the worst fears of August policymakers. In over five centuries of Imperial centralization, and three millenia of Latin historical documentation, never has a mistake so simply disgusting as the recognition of Sadakoyaman neutrality been made. And yet, when given warning - when Imperium chose to attempt to prosecute the Sadakoyaman state on behalf of the international community, and of the people of Eras itself - the international community stood silent. Sadakoyama has chosen to target refugees, and the Allied States, and the international community chooses to stay silent.

This is a nation that spits on the scientific method - that refuses to acknowledge the ethical considerations of the outside world. They conduct anthropological research without concern for subject wellbeing, or consent - a basic component of membership in the universal academia, the concept from which the 'university' derives its name. As a sovereign, but more importantly, as an academic - as a published author and editor on Imperium's oldest peer-reviewed, aeronautical engineering journal, I cannot stand for this.

I take this move not as a sovereign - I have tried that, and our people have been ignored for the unforgivable sin for fighting for yours. I take this move as an engineer - as a free-thinking man.

No longer will the narrative of 'sovereignty' permeate our treatment of the so-called 'neutral', rogue 'state' of Sadakoyama. They have so destroyed the concept with their claims to be free of war, free of intelligence assets, free of responsibility, that they do not deserve it even as a comparative contextual study.

I do this, now, to defend science from the so-called 'scientists'.

There shall be no relationship with Sadakoyama for my generation, or the next.

His August Majesty,
Doctor Felix Albinus Augustus, Editor of "The Journal of Aviation Sciences"
 
(OOC: just a heads up, I am acting at this point as though the Rhuvanland talks have ended in a treaty. IC we should be there by now.)

FROM THE OFFICE OF THE EMPERATOR
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The closing of relations with Imperium is interesting, seeing as they need our continued participation in the Rhuvanland treaty to prevent further instability in the region. Does the Imperium wish us to withdraw from the treaty, with all of the implications therein?
In addition, Nebula hereby condemns the Imperium for failing to take action on the refugee crisis. Despite all of the talk of the Imperium of protecting refugees from experimentation, we remind them that it is we who will most very likely bear the brunt of permanent migration in this conflict. Until they begin humanitarian actions in the region, they simply have not earned the right to issue high-minded, contemptuous condemnations.
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The refugees began to come, slowly at first, then in larger numbers. Nebulan drones had spread leaflets announcing the opportunity to flee, and although many suspected it was a trap at first, the bold few who dared venture to the docks of Balle could see that it was real.
The word spread quickly. Nebulan guards holding the entrance to the camps were totally swamped by the flood of people entering. A fleet of ferries stood ready to transport refugees to the Kalinins for processing, but there were nowhere near enough. The people packed in as tightly as possible, and one by one, the ferries left. Many refugees cried, fearing they had missed their sole chance at escape, but Nebulan soldiers did their best to assure the distraught that they would be able to leave when the ferries returned.
Eventually things began to get sorted out. Refugees were organized into groups and assigned housing.
As the engineer had predicted, there were nowhere near enough buildings in the camp, and soldiers began clearing out the old buildings around the camp for housing purposes.
Meanwhile, Nebulan troops pressed forward on the front. The refugees had abandoned villages and homesteads, and the enemy forces had taken these over. Nebulan ground troops were forced to take these one by one. In the open countryside, however, Nebulan tanks roamed, hunting for enemy patrols and securing ground fast.
 
Regarding Cronaal
Authorised by Caesar Felix Albinus Augustus
Regarding August Humanitarian Operations
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The cost of rebuilding Rhuvanland will be extensive, and it will be intensive. To bring standards of living to the Rhuvish people equal to those prior to the war; to convert wartime industries back to civil industries, and to reconvene a bureaucracy devoid of radicalism, will take all of our efforts. The government of Princeps Varus is capable, and it is replete with the entire weight of the August people - the Myrorian people, the Plembobrian people, the Guslant people, the Latin people, and countless others - behind it.

However, Imperium cannot stand by, and fail to offer another option to the Cronaali people. This will, certainly, be a move that stretches our resources to its limits - but we have reached a point where Imperium is the only way forward for a modern Eras. The costs will be great, but they are necessary.

And so, we must make the only judgement that can truly retain cost efficiency.

In conjunction with the Rhuvish Principality, we will be working to deliver a proposal for permanent resettlement in Rhuvanland, in exchange for which Imperium will devote a vast quantity of recompensation to rebuild a nation of unity and multiculturalism.

We will, of course, be requesting that Nebula quantify the flows which they intend to see arrive in Rhuvanland, instead of Nebula.
 
The Grim Reaper:
Regarding Cronaal
Authorised by Caesar Felix Albinus Augustus
Regarding August Humanitarian Operations
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The cost of rebuilding Rhuvanland will be extensive, and it will be intensive. To bring standards of living to the Rhuvish people equal to those prior to the war; to convert wartime industries back to civil industries, and to reconvene a bureaucracy devoid of radicalism, will take all of our efforts. The government of Princeps Varus is capable, and it is replete with the entire weight of the August people - the Myrorian people, the Plembobrian people, the Guslant people, the Latin people, and countless others - behind it.

However, Imperium cannot stand by, and fail to offer another option to the Cronaali people. This will, certainly, be a move that stretches our resources to its limits - but we have reached a point where Imperium is the only way forward for a modern Eras. The costs will be great, but they are necessary.

And so, we must make the only judgement that can truly retain cost efficiency.

In conjunction with the Rhuvish Principality, we will be working to deliver a proposal for permanent resettlement in Rhuvanland, in exchange for which Imperium will devote a vast quantity of recompensation to rebuild a nation of unity and multiculturalism.

We will, of course, be requesting that Nebula quantify the flows which they intend to see arrive in Rhuvanland, instead of Nebula.
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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE EMPERATOR
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The Nebulan government is capable of resettling about 1 million refugees permanently. We can also temporarily house another 2 million in the Kalinins and liberated areas of Balle.

However, anything much more extensive than that would be too great a drain on our economy. We have our limits. We would be of course glad to aid the Imperium in its resettlement efforts, as long as any aid ships or transports sent respect Nebulan sovereignty.
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The first packed ferries reached the Kalinins. Empty warehouses had been hastily converted into processing centers, and the cold ocean winds blew in periodically. Refugees were lined up, many of them clutching their few possessions. Nebulan workers registered them, ran background checks, and gave them bags with which to hold their things. Many of the Nebulans working had been soldiers recently returned from the war in Rhuvanland- following the signature of the Floresque Treaty, Antlerio had called back the fleet to handle the situation in Cronaal.

As the refugees were processed, the ferries returned to Balle to pick up another load.
 
An Open Letter to the International Community; Addressing the Accusations of the Imperium against Sadakoyama.

It must be a terrible burden, to labour under overwhelming delusions such that one believes themselves to be fundamentally, inherently superior to one's fellows, especially to the extent this "Caesar" evidences. Now he seeks to deny us that which we do not desire; and whether deluded or disingenuous, this latest pronouncement is full of inaccuracies, misinterpretations, and outright falsehoods. It is tedious to go through them individually, and actions speak better truths than his words in any case.

We of course have an intelligence apparatus; no modern nation can exist without one. We have our spies in other countries, and they have theirs in ours. This is true of every one of us; unlike the Imperium and their lackeys in the Allied States we are not so frightened and paranoid that we resort to murdering innocents; our secrets guard themselves.

This "Caesar" calls into question our neutrality; we would remind him, and you all, that despite the offenses we have suffered--hundreds murdered in Westmark, and now more in Cronaal—we have taken no hostile action against any other nation, mobilized no troops, have not even made any military threats against any other government despite repeated provocations. Unlike many, we have taken no steps to forcibly assert our influence through arms, deception, or sly machination over any other cultures; we view such efforts as futile; those who are ready to join us will of their own accord, those who are not would only resist, to the intellectual, emotional and economic detriment of both us and them. We are saddened by the loss of our people--and we are particularly appalled that Bustos summarily murdered our scientists without trial; in their fear and barbarity the Allied States convicted them before they were apprehended--but we do not seek useless revenge. Their deaths, while tragic, occurred in the course of furthering human knowledge; there can be no greater cause, no better sacrifice. Engineering a vendetta out of our grief would oppose the principles for which they gave their lives.

This "Caesar", to the contrary, chafes at those who do not bend to his will. We would remind the international community that the current quarrel he seeks with our people is rooted in his efforts to turn a child's prank, borne of frustration and grief, into an international incident. His attempt to manufacture a crime out of a brief interruption in his television viewing in the face of the murder of thousands of our innocents speaks to the breathtaking arrogance with which he is burdened; he cannot conceive that the whims and prejudices which he imposes upon his own people do not extend to the rest of the world.
As further evidence of his arrogance and his boundless ambition, his "humanitarian" solution to the Rhuvish crisis was to convince you all to subjugate them to his rule; to make them his servants, his slaves. Unsurprisingly, his answer to the suffering in Cronaal is the same; the only "relief" he can imagine to enslave them to his rule.

Beware this "Caesar", who while leading an "Imperium" denies he seeks an empire, and yet gobbles up other nations as opportunity presents. We refuse to bend our knee to him, and so he seeks to poison your opinions against us. We entreat you to not allow him to do so.
 
A Year Earlier

Caledon glared down at the gravel path that was mixed with snow. He grasped his gloves inside the pocket of the pea-coat he wore, and slid them onto his hands whilst breathing out cold, steamy air from his frozen lips, waiting for someone. This path through the Karin wilderness was his favourite, the cracks and ditches in the stone-surface land and the way the enormous rocks and stone formed the landscape a unique and distinct shape from the rest of the nation, and easiest to hide bodies in. Caledon stood beneath one these natural stuctures, a large pillar of a rock leant on the side of a steep hill to his side and cast a threateningly dark shadow over Caledon, and the surroundings.

In the distance, his sight came across a pair of nervous children which seemed to be sisters latched onto a large stuffed toy. He gave out a quick smirk before approaching them. The children backed away, hitting a bush, as Caledon approached them whilst putting some small, round objects into his hands.

"Come now, I won't hurt you, little ones..." Caledon said, smooth tone and a smile with his yellow, broken teeth,

The older sister motioned her younger to stop, holding her arm in front, while Caledon lent down to be at their faces. He opened his hand in front of them, there were gummies and chocolates that were of the greatest rarity in the wastelands that Lara left Cronaal in, and begun to shake his hand a little towards them as to tell them to take some. Their faces lit up whilst they grabbed as many as they could, before looking back up at Caledon with fearful - less so than before - faces. He still smiled, but he began to take off his small hat that matched his coat to reveal his soft, blonde hair that was ruffled from the hat.

"Who are you Mister?" The eldest asked, more afraid than anything,

"I'm someone who wants to take you away from this horrible place, it's not safe any more but I can help you two..." He replied, speaking softly,

"Mummy said to never go with strangers," The youngest shouted at Caledon,

"Well your mummy is dead, I remember you two watching her getting hurt by a bad man." Caledon replied, sounding sympathetic,
"I just want you two to be safe, where there's food and water and places where you can get fixed up if you're hurt.." He added, hiding his lies,

"Are you sure Mister..?" The eldest asked, grasping her sister's hand,

"Yes."

The pair followed Caledon out of the woods, unknowing he was the one who hired their mother to be murdered in front of the two girls. They were the first children he was to employ in his growing armies in Ganjarius and that he would leave them for dead if they got hurt. His pet experiment.
 
An excerpt from Admiral Kathryn Rearick's personal video journal:

"An example had to be set. And set it we did. 'Scientists.' That's a new one. Calling their spies scientists. laughs Well, we have plenty of scientists as well. If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Seriously. Do they think this is a game? If they can't afford a bloody nose, then they should have stayed home.

The condemnations that followed. All bark and no bite. laughs What a bunch of crybabies. There is no such thing as bad publicity. It's true. nods The Chairperson and the Board of Directors have assured me of their continued support in my leadership and actions with carrying out SCE IX. So much so, it's been hinted I'm going to be recommended for invitation into the Order of the Lion upon completion. Oh ho ho. looks up above her and smiles while rubbing hands together

looks deeply into the screen

True power lays within my grasp.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"Regarding the 'Sadakoyaman Espionage in Cronaal,' we have recruited as many of the Sadakhan scientists as we could and are extracting further information from those unwilling to, uh, defect. Now, I know we said we are content with that and with our public statement but, recent events have drastically changed the geopolitical map.

Frankly, none of our analysts saw this one coming. The Imperium has cut off a vital trade route for Nebula and Sadakoyama. As well as threatens to impose sanctions of their own against Xentherida, should they impose any on us. All this, in show of support of our response against Sadakoyaman espionage. This course of action was very unexpected, but very welcomed in equal measure." The Director of External Affairs looked around the Board Room for agreement.

"Recommendations of the Board?" asked Grand Duke Valerio Alosiso.

The following press release was issued.

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From the Office of the Chairperson of the Board of Directors of the Allied States of Bustos​



We thank the Imperium Augustum for their show of support regarding the Sadakoyaman Espionage in Cronaal. It was very unexpected but very welcomed in equal measure.

We agree with their actions and support them as well. To this effect, the Allied States have ended diplomatic ties with Nebula and Sadakoyama. Their ambassadors have received their 24 hour notice to vacate their residences in the Embassy District. Our diplomatic delegations are already on their way home.

The Allied States no longer views Sadakoyama's current government as legitimate. As such its sovereignty is no longer recognized or respected. Incidentally, their documentation and identification is no longer valid in the Allied States.

The Allied States no longer views Nebula's current government as legitimate. As such its sovereignty is no longer recognized or respected. Incidentally, their documentation and identification is no longer valid in the Allied States.

In the interest of protecting our national sovereignty, we are instituting trade barriers against Sadakoyama and Nebula. These include but are not limited to tariffs, import/export licenses, export restraints and their currencies extremely devalued.

We advise Xentherida to review their recent words against the Allied States and think hard about their future actions.

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Grand Duke of Bustos
Chairperson of the Allied States of Bustos
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Executor squad, after returning to the Trinnish FOB, had been informed to be at the armoury the following day.

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"Good morning, Executor. You have been chosen to be part of the Gamma Project, this project focuses on the development of Exoskelital Suits for use in combat operations. Behind me are your suits, familierise yourself with them, and be ready for a hot drop tomorrow, as the first test is then. Dismissed."

The suits looked bulky, armoured, and ready for combat. Each one a member of Executors name on, and modifications and specialisations for their specific roles.

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Executor, now in their suits, boarded a firehawk, and set of for their first test.
 
FROM THE OFFICE OF THE EMPERATOR
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Nebula refuses to recognize the legitimacy of the government of Bustos. Sanctions of the highest level are currently working their way through the legislature against both Bustos and the Imperium Augustum.

Vessels of Bustos and the Imperium are no longer permitted in the waters of Nebula, Galacta, the Kalinins, or Nebulan-occupied Cronaal.
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Letter to Imperium Augustum and Bustos:
To whoever may be reading this,

We stand by our original stance, and we will continue to support Sadakoyama. The unfair trial and punishment was grossly extreme, and with your stances on the issue, we will go through with our threats. All Imperium and Bustosian assets have now been frozen, and trade is to stop between our nations immediately. In addition, we will respond with the same actions you have committed against us, such as denunciation, the the forbidding of flagged vessels of a nation, and de-recognition; however, this will exclude extreme or violent actions, such as instant imprisonment of civilians, or execution of civilians.

We once more demand that the IA and Bustos rethink their own actions, and formally apologize for - and cease the action of - unfair trial and punishment. We argue that an instant execution - and potential torture to reveal any details - is unnecessary, and that the mere detention of, and eventual transfer of custody of the aforementioned "spies" would have been a much more suitable action.

With this, we also urge our citizens in this nation to leave the Imperium and Bustos; whatever they leave behind will be compensated for.

- King Christian III
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Finally, after hours of sailing, the Xentheridan humanitarian fleet finally reached Dun Aliun. The supply ships were the first to dock, and began unloading their cargo and transportation vehicles onto the Cronaal soil. The fleet's commander - Julia Zilwood-Hunt - calmly stepped off the boat, and made her way to the Forward Operating Base Odal, and proceeded to wait to be called in, as supplies were unloaded and put into trucks, ready to go to villages to distribute their supplies.
 
Syrixian ships began to leave the harbor of Pataliputra once more, en route to Dun Aulin. In the meantime, however, this press release was sent:
Official Message from His Majesty's Government of the Syrixian Empire:
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His Magnificence's Government
Official Message from the Syrixian Empire​
His Magnificence's Government is utterly disgusted by the actions of its fellow nations in the past few days. Both sides have wrongs they have done; and no side is completely in the right. The murder of the Sadakhan scientists in Cronaal was shocking and brutal, however the scientists were being invasive. From a practical standpoint, no party is truly the winning side of this argument.

However, these things can be forgiven when faced with more recent events. The Allied States of Bustos has completely ceased relations with Nebula and Sadakoyama, and the Imperium Augustum has done the same. This issue, while it is important, should never have been escalated to the point where diplomatic relations were ceased.

The Empire shall not commend nor condemn Sadakoyama, nor shall it commend nor condemn Bustos. The Empire is committed to working with the Rose Union and Xentherida in maintaining peacekeeping efforts in Cronaal and helping the people of Cronaal, a people who, while nations argue amongst themselves, starve and beg for help.

Arguments such as these are not our greatest concern, and we implore those involved in the argument to lay down their hatchets and talk it out in another place at another time. The Empire is committed to helping the Crol people, not taking sides in what appears to be yet another argument amongst the nations of Eras.
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Rain drummed on the roof of the pavilion, a ceaseless rhythm that was both soothing and foreboding. Khiara stood underneath, palms planted firmly on the table, studying the Cronaali map as if it were the key to some great mystery of life. Häl Ve'hym peered inside, giving a cursory sort of knock before entering. Standing at Khiara's shoulder, he spoke in a fatherly tone, "Don't let this operation stress you too much, ma'am. You are working for the good of a suffering people. K'ter would not have selected you if he did not think you could do it."

Khiara sighed, replying, "It is hard not to stress when the eyes of not only your home country, but your world are upon you, judging. And when you are one of the few seeking complete Cronaali reunification? Even harder."

"I understand ma'am. Let us not worry about that for now. I presume you have been planning the next stage? Do we go south or west?"

"We go west, for now. Caledon has a reach greater than expected. Taking Pelle would be the most strategically bountiful. Tell the troops."

"Very well ma'am. To Pelle we march."

And so the Yeraenn military rose, sweeping towards Pelle, as predatorial as any beast or man. And with them, a message to all the nations of the world went, a reminder of what the world should be fighting for.



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To the Sovereign and Autonomous nations and states involved in this Cronaali crisis,


In recent weeks we have seen the voice of a nation cry out in anguish, speaking for the salvation of her suffering people. In recent weeks we have collectively marched on these beleaguered peoples, saying we fight for their freedom. But there are those among these sovereigns nations who have displayed ulterior motives, against the freedom of the Cronaali people.

Therefore, it is to the grave responsibility of the Sta'nh Ye'ra to state, as an ally of Cronaal and furthermore, a sovereign nation in this world Eras, any state or sovereign opposed to the complete reunification of these long-suffered people shall be considered opposed to the freedom of the world's people. Any nation, any king or president, seeking to control their own stake in the land once unified under the Cronaali flag, shall be opposed with all necessary force by the people of the Sta'nh Ye'ra to end this cycle of pain that this battlefield and war-scarred nation has felt as we have warred on its soil.

But if instead you seek the freedom of these Cronaali people, the people of the Sta'nh Ye'ra shall work with you whose countries choose to do so as closely as any brother or sister, and we shall reform that war-torn nation stronger than any steel.
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((Quick Note, I've skipped to Lara's Day 3 because I was struggling on a final post for Day 2 which is why the transition is a bit brash. Sorry :( ))
((More Notes, it's probably of lesser quality due to length and is also only half of the long road trip/speed up bit.))

Day 3, Oakshire Outskirts

The sun was barely rising, the sky was still a dark blue and was filled with grey clouds that masked the bare sunlight. Smashed and beating structures surrounded Lara and Ulurq from all directions, all with their own story of how the nation descended into utter chaos, how it was robbed and looted long before Lara lost the seat of the Kray Towers to a warlord she didn't even know the face of. The road was half torn up and destroyed, being ripped to pieces by a machine with a broken underside that was abandoned further up the road. The only thing of contrasts was the vehicle that Lara and Ulurq were loading water and stolen food into.

"Where did you even find this car?" Lara asked, whilst hauling a heavy bag of vegetables into the boot,

"It's my own. I hid it when I heard you got kicked out of the Kray Towers by your brother or some warlord... or whatever. It's been stolen a few times by some thieves but never had any critical damage to itself, so I think it's safe enough." He replied, hoping,

The vehicle was ready, everything was loaded from food to water to spare clothes. Ready for a roadtrip.


Day 4, Small Cabin North of Oakshire

Lara woke up to the sound and scent of sizzling eggs coming from another room. She was initially confused before getting out of her thin, ragged covers and going out of the bedroom to find that Ulurq had found a small camping hob that was left over by some previous tenants. The living space Lara was now in consisted of a small, bland kitchen that was made almost entirely out of oak wood and a living area which only consisted of a aged, torn sofa and a smashed TV that seemed to have been beaten with a baseball bat for reasons unknown to either Ulurq or Lara. However, Lara felt relieved that she could enjoy a relatively safe place she could call 'home' for a few days, so different to the gang-plagued streets of Ganjarius or the marched-over metropolis of Oakshire.

"Ulurq... You're- You're the light of my life right now, you know that." She told him, breathing out heavily afterwards,
"You're the reason I keep living, I feel I have purpose to stay with you." She added, standing over him with her arms wrapped around her waste.

He got up from the floor, where the camping hob was, and wrapped his arms around Lara, hugging her and kissing her forehead,
"I feel the same, only much more. You're the one hope this country has, you know it better than any of those foreigns." He whispered into her ear.

Ulurq switched off the hob and they went into the bedroom.


Day 7, Wrokford Dam outside Ada

Lara was laying on the top of the card, with an old pillow beneath her head, staring at the night sky. With no light pollution, she could see so much more of the beautiful night sky, the constellations and the galaxies that were millions, if not billions, of miles away from her. She didn't feel small, or insignificant, but proud to be a part of the giant scheme of the universe and to be a part of its history. The most significant part of the sky was the Warding Lights [Northern Lights] that span across miles of the sky of Hontawei which people once came from all over the world to see, even for a few moments.

Ulurq was sat inside the car, trying to muffle his crying, his utter despair and regret. The atrocities he'd committed to protect himself, his tribe, and now Lara, were too great. He'd murdered, eaten flesh of others, stolen from children and dying people to be alive... He grasped a gun inside the glove cabinet and placed it to the side of his purple-skinned head, finger on the trigger.

"I can't live, knowing what I've done, he whispered to himself.


Day 8, South-East of Ada

Ulurq hit the bonnet of the car with force, in an angry manner. It wouldn't start, and they had to move quick as a highway was no place safe with raiders going up and down it often. Lara walked around the vehicle, biting her nails and keeping an eye out for any other people, specifically men with guns.

“Hey Ulurq, I see something - think it’s military!” Lara shouted at Ulurq, motioning him to look quickly.

“Doesn’t look like something from our country. Bloody, do you think your signal actually worked!” Ulurq replied, excitedly whilst shading his eyes from the sun.

The vehicle go closer the the point where it was recognisable as to what the flags and insignia on it were,

“Shit, is that.. Trinnish? They half the region away, how powerful was the damn thing.” Lara whispered to herself, soon telling to Ulurq afterwards.
 
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