"The truth of the matter is, war is only but a symptom. It is a symptom of that green-eyed night demon that marches to the songbird that is Lady Death. And all the world will suffer for it." - Her Imperial Majesty, Kaori Asukara, Regent to the Left of the Throne, Crown Princess of the Princedom of Yui, addressing a peace conference held between the Principality and its allies at South Nioki [hr] "Killjoy to Fell-Hammer, nearing way point Alpha-0-2-2." "Fell-Hammer copies. Maintain formation and prepare to knock." The winds upon the seas as if a midsummer night's dream. It's pleasant, almost wistful even. The sky is a dark-ish hue of blue with just the tinges of orange and yellow hinting at the horizon. The sun is shaking off the sandman's dreaded charm-speak, and all the world will be better for it. "Man Marco, did you catch a look at that bartender yesterday?" "Come on man, why you gotta remind me? I think Gai got her number actually." "Yeah," replies Gai, one of the pilots, "it's 867-5309." Laughter ensues. "Fell-Hammer to Killjoy. Cut the chatter. You're making all the girls over here jealous." "Sorry Overseer." "By the way, she wasn't all that cute. Especially with that ring on her finger." Ooooooooooooh, went the pilots. "10 out of 10, would've still asked for her number," says Hideyo, making an OK-sign with his fingers at the cockpit of the plane to the left of his. He knows Marco probably can't see it but he still does it anyways. "You would've asked for way more than her number," replies Marco. Hideyo shakes his head and makes a rude gesture. "Tengu to Killjoy. Cut the chatter. GPS puts you at half a click out from Alpha-0-2-2. You are to maintain radio silence unless necessary after knocking on the door." "Apologies Arima, we're just a little nervous is all," says Marco. "Red Brigade force recon has highlighted your targets with infrared-strobes. Greenlight to knock," says Arima while looking at the tactical display, "I repeat, Greenlight to knock." "You heard the Commander," says Marco, "just like we practiced." "Roger Gold leader." "All squadrons confirm ready to knock." "Red leader confirms." "Blue leader confirms." "Green leader confirms." "Black confirms." "All squadrons confirmed Tengu." Arima switches the radio to another channel, "Prepare the welcome mat." "Welcome mat prepared Lord-Commander," replies another voice over the radio. "Greenlight. Greenlight. Greenlight." "Sending." Out of the darkness, flares of light appear out on the open sea as cruisers are revealed against the stark ocean depths. Missiles break free of their silos and race towards a land across the ocean. In the distance, sirens begin to blare as air defense systems recognize the threat... but don't deploy. "Uhhh... guys... where is the retaliation?" asks Miira while looking at the tactical display along side her Arbiters. No one had a sure answer. Even Arima is confused. He shrugs and switches the radio to another channel. "Tengu to Night Demon. Any word from the Night Walkers?" "Night Demon copies. No... they were instructed to maintain radio silence unless they ran into heavy resistance and or unexpected defenses. So... the answer to your concern is that they have no missile defense systems in place?" says Veronica, also scratching her head. "You don't think that such information would be worthy of breaking radio silence?" Arima says trying to wrap his head around what was exactly happening. "Uhhh, Commander?" says an Arbiter, "we've confirmed the unfurling of the entire welcome mat. All have hit their targets unopposed." "So Tribekistan's naval port has been disabled, in addition to its regional communications relay, and barracks?" Arima says with the most confused face possible. "Uhhh... Tower? Killjoy to Tower? Do you want us to still knock? We've encountered no resistance... and we are in enemy air space," says Marco, severely stressed out over the fact that not a single enemy fighter has moved to intercept the wave of bombers supported by fighter-craft. "Yes... please knock," Miira replies. And maybe see if anyone is home..? "Tower to Leviathan. Status report," Miira says to the invasion force. "Minimal resistance encountered," replies the leading officer, "I think a local farmer started taking pot shots at one of my boats with a pinking rifle. I don't even know what's going on right now." "Proceed with the invasion as planned. Execute with extreme caution," says Miira. Arima scratches his head, still confused. "Launch the second wave. Prepare to engage enemy targets should they present themselves. Just because the enemy still seems to be sleeping doesn't mean anything short of the fact that they are extremely ill-prepared and or incompetent. We must not let our guard down!" Arima switches to an open channel, "To the government of Tribekistan, if you could even really be called that. Your continued incompetence in relation to the security and well-being of your own citizens has forced our hand. We have watched for too long as you ignorantly twiddle your thumbs while you shun reality itself. So, to allow this travesty to continue would be against the most basic moral sense. We will supplant you, for the good of humanity." "We are the Imperial Yukkirian Guard of the Most Glorious Principality of Yukkira. And we will save you whether you agree to be saved or not."