Saint Luke’s Arena, Fineberg, New Edom
Fanfare
The referee was dramatically waving his hands in the air, both men were almost staggering back to their corners, faces swollen, puffing like bulls in heat, drenched with sweat; their managers and trainers huddled around them like squires around knights, offering towels and water, examining eyes and hands and faces. The crowd were chanting, shouting, intent on the ring, the smell of sweat and violence sharp in the air. They still eyed one another, unable to take their eyes off the prize: the New Edomite National Middleweight Champion Belt.
Sergeant Joseph “The Hammer” Thomas flexed his powerful shoulders. The blood ran in a steady stream from his broken nose. His chief trainer held a quickly red stained towel to the Hammer’s nose, and squeezed firmly to try to stop the flow. He stared at his opponent, Chief Gunner’s Mate 2/C Zachary Tobias, who stared back like a recently caged Griffon ready to spring out on a goat, his nostrils flaring, his tough jaw clenching. Blood was in the air; the crowd were charged. They were mostly a crowd of men and women in naval and army uniform, but also many naked and painted civilians painted blue or green as the case might be, many mistresses and whores in the crowds tonight too.
“With a new carrier group on the way for the Feminazis, we need to rethink the Magna Lacuna situation.” Admiral Button said, leaning over to Perrin Pahath-Moab, himself wearing an elegantly painted uniform but only tough rubber sandals. He smelled like cigarillo smoke and brandy.
“Why do we need to rethink it? The Deas are surrounded by us politically and physically. They didn’t even dare make a peep about Gloria Regis. Why provoke them?” Perrin Pahath-Moab, who was in light tropicals, beret tucked in epaulet, pointed out, eyes on the fight.
“I agree with you,” the Chief of Naval Staff said, “But that’s only on the purest practical level. The fact is, we can’t divide that lake. It is historically New Edomite.”
“It’s not just that, there are concerns about the EIO choosing to provoke us again, only this time they’d be doing it with And we need to be realistic about one thing at least: our capabilities are very comparable on either side of the lake. They have more ground forces, though we have more long range attack capability. Right now it would be a standoff.” Button pointed out.
Pahath-Moab gave him an ironic glance. “How terrible. You know, the fight’s about to start again.” He leaned forward in the box.
“Yes, but the thing is, they are improving their military situation…”
“In response to what happened with TECT. We have vastly more force projection. We haven’t had the slightest amount of a peep from them, about Gloria Regis, about their plan involving Norvenia which thank God we nipped in the bud—why is this even an issue?” Pahath-Moab said.
General Benajah spoke for the first time, drawing on his cigar first and slowly puffing out smoke, speaking in his careful, deliberate way. “What we’re proposing, sir, is that we prepare a plan—just a plan—that’s all—to reinforce Raith Immel and Teman. One division each. An Etrurian division, say, and another mechanized division, and draw up a plan for intense bombardment of their defensive capabilities on the other side of the lake. And that we have a plan for crossing it if need be. Probably with paras, but we can also use barges defended by patrol and aircraft.”
“And we need to put mini subs in the lake,” added Button.
“A plan. Draw up a plan and let me see it. Now let me watch the damn fight. And try to keep Kiron and Adams out of this, the last thing I want is them spoiling at the bit to restore the historic claims of David the Landstrider.” Pahath-Moab said.
“That would be very popular with the Monarchists,” quipped Benajah with a faint smile. The bell went off and for the immediate present the matter was forgotten as the two men in the ring rose like gladiators, and the Chief of the General Military Staff and Chief of Naval Staff each began to argue and bet on their respective men, who would be champion today. People cheered and roared, drinks were spilled and voices raised in exultation as the Hammer lived up to his name and pounded a fist at Tobias, who took it on his strong jaw though wet flew in a spray and jabbed fast as a striking snake at the ribs one two fast at his opponent…
PRELIMINARY STUDY ON THE EVENTUALITY OF DEADORAN AGGRESSION IN EASTERN NEW EDOM AND MAGNA LACUNA
Observations
The activities of Deadoran naval special forces in the area are currently unknown. As of the present, Council Police activities have largely been focused on the EIO and the Branches of the Elwe militia as they have been integrated into the Armed Forces. It is strongly recommended that military and MoP policy be shifted towards foreign security with regard particularly towards Deadora special and intelligence operations.
Observations
The factor that hardly anyone wants to concede is that New Edom’s army is stretched thin. However there are nearly 40,000 Damoclean troops who could be brought from Damoclea to serve our purposes. It is recommended that a plan for swift implementation be proposed.
respectfully submitted by
General of Infantry Martin Benajah
Chief of the General Military Staff
Admiral James Button,
Chief of Navy Staff