OOC: This thread is closed. Only four people are allowed to post in this thread - me, ZMI, Kraven, and one more person of Kraven's choosing, which I am told of this moment will be AMF.
IC:
D-Day, 00:30, Reichsburg Time
The broadcast comes at half-past midnight. Those who track Allanea already know that Congress declared war on the nations of Gholgoth half an hour ago – and the various SIGINT and orbital intelligence assets would no doubt spot the military preparations many days now. And now dozens and dozens of warships moving out from harbours in the ZMI Arctic began to form slowly battlegroups and squadrons.
And again, a new broadcast came. Again, upon dozens of screens, the Emperor of Greater Prussia appeared, clad armour and wielding his sword. Behind him, the Allanean and Greater Prussian flag stood – and he spoke again, as he had spoken to the Freeks.
Hear me, my allies and subjects.
Hear me, Allanean Freemen.
Hear me, Kravenites.
We had fought against the Kravenites before – in the Kahanistani desert and in the skies over Numonica. We had beaten them before – and we will beat them again. To quote a man far greater than myself – we will fight on the beaches, we will fight on the landing grounds, and we will fight in the lawns of homes – but to correct that quote, we will fight on Kravenite beaches, we will fight upon the landing grounds in deep Kraven, and we will fight – with grenade and bayonet – in the Kravenites's very doorsteps.
We will know no compromise.
We will know no mercy.
We will know no fear.
And yet we will give the Kravenites a lesson in fear that they will never unlearn.
There is a myth among some peoples that, many millenia ago, a bloodthirsty god had so imprinted his image upon the world that, to this date, the many peoples of the Earth recall him as the image of Death itself – the Grim Reaper, wielding a scythe like that god had, in myth. But we will teach the Kravenites a new image of death. Centuries from now, they will paint their new Grim Reaper – as an Allanean soldier, his bayonet and rifle as the new scythe of Death itself.
I do not mean, of course, to say this will be easy. The Kravenites will be assisted, no doubt, by their allies, the Freeks. Their Sentinels are brave soldiers, practically on par with Allanean infantry in skill and resilience. They will resist us upon every turn of our path – even with our allies in the Incorporated State at our side.
But in the long run, I put my faith in the strength of our allies – and moreover, something that is even greater the strength of battleships, of bombers or of tanks. I put my faith in the very thing that had kept Allanea and Greater Prussia alive – even as we were cheated, downtrodden, or suffering. I put my faith in something the Kravenites do not yet have. I put my faith in the animating spirit of Liberty.
That is all.
May God Bless Our Allies.
May God Bless Greater Prussia.
And May God Continue to Bless Allanea.