AZEN Age of Chaos (OPEN, MT, CHARACTER ONLY) IC

[Palmyrion]

OFFICIAL STATE COMMUNIQUE OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PALMYRION

From: The Office of the President of the United Federation
Mapawid City, United Federation of Palmyrion

To: Azenyanistani government

Dear Azenyanistani Authorities:

For so long we have been watching you suffer. For so long we have been watching you torn apart by many forces that only thought of themselves. No more shall we sit on our buttocks and comfortable leather chairs while others are suffering in ways beyond human imagination.

Rebels who want to benefit the few. Nations who want to split Azenyanistan among themselves in the cost of the lives of Azen people. This shall not happen anymore; we are going to act on this. The nation has given us a blank check to help Azenyanistan overcome the rebellion and the imperialist forces trying to pull her apart.

We are offering to the people of Azenyanistan, and her allies, our cooperation and friendship in such dark times to rid Azenyanistan of what tries to make such a glorious nation fall apart. We would like to ask permission if we can deploy forces to protect Azenyanistan from her enemies and to possibly conduct future joint operations alongside the Azenyanistan military.

Sincerely Yours,
[digitally signed]
Gabriel Aquino
President of the United Federation of Palmyrion
Commander-in-Chief of the United Federation Armed Forces

[Azenyanistan]

OFFICIAL STATE COMMUNIQUE OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PALMYRION

From: The Office of the President of the United Federation
Mapawid City, United Federation of Palmyrion

To: Azenyanistani government

Dear Azenyanistani Authorities:

For so long we have been watching you suffer. For so long we have been watching you torn apart by many forces that only thought of themselves. No more shall we sit on our buttocks and comfortable leather chairs while others are suffering in ways beyond human imagination.

Rebels who want to benefit the few. Nations who want to split Azenyanistan among themselves in the cost of the lives of Azen people. This shall not happen anymore; we are going to act on this. The nation has given us a blank check to help Azenyanistan overcome the rebellion and the imperialist forces trying to pull her apart.

We are offering to the people of Azenyanistan, and her allies, our cooperation and friendship in such dark times to rid Azenyanistan of what tries to make such a glorious nation fall apart. We would like to ask permission if we can deploy forces to protect Azenyanistan from her enemies and to possibly conduct future joint operations alongside the Azenyanistan military.

Sincerely Yours,
[digitally signed]
Gabriel Aquino
President of the United Federation of Palmyrion
Commander-in-Chief of the United Federation Armed Forces

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THE PEOPLE OF AZENYANISTAN

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Encryption:	None so far and none so needed
Subject:	Our Nations
From	Saladin ur Azenyanistan
Recipient:	The United Federation of Palmyrion

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Call us Azen, my friend. We accept your offer of aid and friendship and by the will of our nation, we wish you to bring all your help that you can give as soon as possible. I am, as of now, leading a siege on the White Movement and if victorious, my nation will rise again and this victory will earn us glory and prosperity and the greatest wellbeing for my people. Amen. Go with us and bring us into the light. And your friendship shall be repaid with our own.

In the name of my lord, Asyah and in the name of the Supreme, Sadisia

[Palmyrion]

Outskirts of Damascus
SGM Malan, Jehiel Lyre L. [OFF-DUTY]
CPT Co, Maxinne Denise C. [OFF-DUTY]

He had already been exposed to the heat of the Azen climate for weeks on end. He was already wearing the same clothing as everyone there. He only had 630 rounds of 6.8 x 45 T-MA, and not many would come. Until a naval armada comes, does preliminary work, and gives the go signal for troops to be deployed.

This particular tank was now rolling into Iraq, and Jehiel can already feel his hands tingling to fire at a WM rebel, at the head, with this KPV that he was holding. This modification was according to his friend who brought them a KPV, two M116A2s, and two M115 pistols chambered for .45 TAPR (Telescoped Advanced Pistol Round), as well as enough ammo for 5 pistol magazines and 10 rifle magazines. Included was a complete set of Palmyrian kit-armor, miscellaneous-all sent via their contact in the army who realized their great need for these.

As the tank rolled down, he felt a droplet of sweat run down his face. He wiped it off. Then he tries to contact the nearby tank crews through his headset. "We'll show the world who we are! Death to the White Movement! Marasah!" he said, in an effort to raise further the morale of the troops on the way.

[Azenyanistan]

Outskirts of Damascus
SGM Malan, Jehiel Lyre L. [OFF-DUTY]
CPT Co, Maxinne Denise C. [OFF-DUTY]

He had already been exposed to the heat of the Azen climate for weeks on end. He was already wearing the same clothing as everyone there. He only had 630 rounds of 6.8 x 45 T-MA, and not many would come. Until a naval armada comes, does preliminary work, and gives the go signal for troops to be deployed.

This particular tank was now rolling into Iraq, and Jehiel can already feel his hands tingling to fire at a WM rebel, at the head, with this KPV that he was holding. This modification was according to his friend who brought them a KPV, two M116A2s, and two M115 pistols chambered for .45 TAPR (Telescoped Advanced Pistol Round), as well as enough ammo for 5 pistol magazines and 10 rifle magazines. Included was a complete set of Palmyrian kit-armor, miscellaneous-all sent via their contact in the army who realized their great need for these.

As the tank rolled down, he felt a droplet of sweat run down his face. He wiped it off. Then he tries to contact the nearby tank crews through his headset. "We'll show the world who we are! Death to the White Movement! Marasah!" he said, in an effort to raise further the morale of the troops on the way.

A tank crew, female, replied

"Yeah, let's show the world! We're Azens for crying out loud! Marasah!"

Another replied

"Hurrah! Let's do what the Man said! Hurrah!"

Another laughed and another simply said

"Roger!"

It took them a few hours to get into contact with enemy forces. Several of the tanks were hit but not destroyed or even damaged. They were hit with poor 30 to 88mm rounds from afar. The tank crews were called

Akbar One
Akbar Two
Akbar Three
Akbar Four
Akbar Five
Akbar Six
Akbar Seven

There were seven tanks in the lead. The lead tanks were ordered to split off and engage the enemy, while the rest of the convoy advanced.

A1 said "Those tanks over there, that don't look like foreign tanks but they sure look like tanks that the WM got from our military before! Buggers! Anyway, they got the crappy WW2 tanks, haha!"

A2 and A3 confirmed this and A3 reported "We got 5...7...10...20 tanks on our sights, anyone confirm again?"

A7 and A1 confirmed. The tanks then prepared for battle. A3 gave the command to button up, all of the crew members closing the hatches and getting inside the tank. The Esalonian was in A1 and the crew of A1 told the guy to get in and be their loader as they had no loader.

This meant also that the two Esalonians were going to be separated from each other for a while. The tanks moved out, into the desert, loading the guns, the crews getting ready.

After a few minutes, the battle has begun.

A6 fired first. A WM Sherman was destroyed. The rest began to fire, A2 missed but the rest hit and hit hard. 3 Panzers and 3 Shermans were destroyed.

A1: Woohoo! Seven tanks destroyed! Move on to the next, girls!
A4: More tanks spotted. To the right of your front, A7!
A7: Got it! Firing on target!
The target was destroyed
A7: Gotcha! All A-X tanks, engage at will, maintain formation, don't let them get behind you!"

And all rogered.

The Azen tankers were very good at this. The WM tanks were in chaotic formations, firing yet missing, trying to ram the tanks instead of using the guns.

Around 10 WM tanks were left and not a single A-X tank was destroyed.

[Palmyrion]

SGM Malan

"Shite, I'm not trained to be a loader but I guess this is easy. Wait. This tank got no autoloader?" said Jehiel as he carries a 125-mm round into the breech and loads the gun. "I just forgot, this isn't a Palmyrian Cabral-1." he said. He was trained to carry a heavy 140-mm shell, which weighed 30 kilograms at most, but 125 mm shells were too puny for him-he can carry one with ease using his two hands.

"Cut the chatter!" an Azen said to him.

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EDIT: It's assumed that the Esalonians are Palmyrians. All posts of me through my former nation-all of them were Palmyrians.

[Azenyanistan]

SGM Malan

"Shite, I'm not trained to be a loader but I guess this is easy. Wait. This tank got no autoloader?" said Jehiel as he carries a 125-mm round into the breech and loads the gun. "I just forgot, this isn't a Palmyrian Cabral-1." he said. He was trained to carry a heavy 140-mm shell, which weighed 30 kilograms at most, but 125 mm shells were too puny for him-he can carry one with ease using his two hands.

"Cut the chatter!" an Azen said to him.

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EDIT: It's assumed that the Esalonians are Palmyrians. All posts of me through my former nation-all of them were Palmyrians.

OOC: Kek. Okay. Why you are not talking so much, btw?

IC: A1 and A7 told the crews that it was okay to form a V against the enemy. They were going to stop also at the command of A3 as soon as less than 10 tanks were left. They were still seven, the enemy was around 17. An enemy Tiger shot at A2 and set the tank on fire. A2 said "Holy shit, the tank is on fire!" Someone else in A2 then said "STAY IN THE TANK! STAY IN THE TANK! WE'll be all right, sister!" And so did A2 continue to fight and move. A4 and A5 were chasing down a few Shermans, destroying them. One down. Two down. Three down. Targets destroyed. A6 said "Nice shots, A4. A5, keep up the good work. Now get back here! We still got 14 on us!"

A2 stopped. There was a Soviet tank. WM. A2 aimed and then fired at the tracks of the Soviet tank. Tank tracks disabled. A7 finished it off. The crew tried to escape. A2 commander told the foreigner "Boy, get on that MG. Kill those WM fuckers!"

[Palmyrion]

OOC: Meanwhile, in what tank is Maxinne in?

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Maxinne was a tad frailer than Jehiel, though enough to beat a regular in the United Federation Ground Force in an arm wrestling match. 125mm shells were not a good deal for her to lift. "Loaded!" she said after she loaded the tank gun via the breech. She could have asked for a system like the Meggitt Autoloader, but this tank looked like as if it could not handle one. Compare this to the Cabral-1, with two 20-round autoloaders for 140 mm rounds.

"Holy shit, the tank is on fire!" Someone else in A2 then said "STAY IN THE TANK! STAY IN THE TANK! WE'll be all right, sister!" "Akbar One Actual, this is the loader, can you please ask that tank on fire if they have fire suppression systems or even fire extinguishers? Tell them to use those if any." said Jehiel as he loads another APFSDS round into the chamber. "WM is using WW2 tanks. Seriously. My mind can't laugh harder. Gun loaded!"

[Azenyanistan]

OOC: Meanwhile, in what tank is Maxinne in?

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Maxinne was a tad frailer than Jehiel, though enough to beat a regular in the United Federation Ground Force in an arm wrestling match. 125mm shells were not a good deal for her to lift. "Loaded!" she said after she loaded the tank gun via the breech. She could have asked for a system like the Meggitt Autoloader, but this tank looked like as if it could not handle one. A Cabral-1M1 can beat this tank any day in all aspects, being as it was a very nice tank filled to the brim with the latest technology. A Cabral-1M2 is already overkill.

"Holy shit, the tank is on fire!" Someone else in A2 then said "STAY IN THE TANK! STAY IN THE TANK! WE'll be all right, sister!" "Akbar One Actual, this is the loader, can you please ask that tank on fire if they have fire suppression systems or even fire extinguishers? Tell them to use those if any." said Jehiel as he loads another APFSDS round into the chamber. "WM is using WW2 tanks. Seriously. My mind can't laugh harder. Gun loaded!"

OOC: A7


Still, the Azens would and could and should not care about what they thought about the tanks. The Azens perfected this kind of tank. According to the crews before the engagement, they loved their tanks and practiced it until they actually fell to the ground and slept. They were devoted persons of war, devoted to their tools. The A-X crews were not using the LOBOS-1 tanks, the kind of Azen tank that actually made the Iraqi Assad Babil better, removing all weaknesses and cons and replacing them with awesome Azen love and strength for their tanks. The LOBOS-1 was affordable but very effective. LOBOS-1 tanks were known for destroying so many foreign tanks because of how the Azens used them.

Meanwhile, this battle rages on. A2 went to safety, behind their comrades, to extinguish the flames. The rest, in just a few damn minutes, just minutes, destroyed the WM group and stopped for a while to rest and chat.

The crews congratulated the couple for their help.

[Palmyrion]

All the couple could do was...to let themselves be flooded with appreciation. Jehiel had no choice but to keep saying "Thank you, thank you" and smile while saying it, and Maxinne was doing that as well.

"That's a nice clutter of burning enemy tanks there. We did it. Great job. For Azenyanistan!" Jehiel said as he stuck his head out through the gun cupola, seeing a nice view-WM tanks burning, dead bodies of WM rebels everywhere. There was one Soviet-grade tank, most likely a T-72 according to Jehiel. For him they were lucky enough to not encounter a T-90 tank, because if they did then they're dead, though flanking would kill tanks like this as it would kill any tank penetrated through either the side or back. Prior to that Jehiel had this particular tank up-armored to be protected at the back against a Marquesan 14.9 TCAM at point-blank with over 58 kilojoules of force at the muzzle, with approval from the tank crew as he explained what the applique armor, basically plates of nanocrystalline steel and Exote, is, and what can it do for an insignificant weight increase. How the tank crew applied the up-armor was another story, with application manuals for each material as sent by his colleague in the United Federation Armed Forces.

Looking at the horizon instead of the burning clutter of WM tanks, Jehiel can only think of what lies ahead. He can see himself fighting with the WM rebels. Oblivious to the entire tank crew but not to Jehiel and Maxinne was the incoming Palmyrian Task Force "Luna".

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17th Joint Strike Armada
-Surface Capital Task Unit

1 Maria Labo-class Arsenal Ship
1 Andres Macaraig-class Supercarrier

-Destroyer Squadron 17-Alpha

4 Gregorio Valzado-class DDGs

-Cruiser Squadron 17-Bravos

4 Katipon-class CG

-Subsurface Capital Task Unit

1 Bidasari-class SSGN
-1 Sirena-class SSBN

-Strike Subsurface Squadron 15-Charlie

-4 Garnet-class SSNs

-Strike Subsurface Squadron 15-Delta

-4 Garnet-class SSNs

17th Armored Brigade
-~5,000 men

2 Tactical Fighter Wings
2 Ground Attack Wings

[Azenyanistan]

All the couple could do was...to let themselves be flooded with appreciation. Jehiel had no choice but to keep saying "Thank you, thank you" and smile while saying it, and Maxinne was doing that as well.

"That's a nice clutter of burning enemy tanks there. We did it. Great job. For Azenyanistan!" Jehiel said as he stuck his head out through the gun cupola, seeing a nice view-WM tanks burning, dead bodies of WM rebels everywhere. There was one Soviet-grade tank, most likely a T-72 according to Jehiel. For him they were lucky enough to not encounter a T-90 tank, because if they did then they're dead, though flanking would kill tanks like this as it would kill any tank penetrated through either the side or back. Prior to that Jehiel had this particular tank up-armored to be protected at the back against a Marquesan 14.9 TCAM at point-blank with over 58 kilojoules of force at the muzzle, with approval from the tank crew as he explained what the applique armor, basically plates of nanocrystalline steel and Exote, is, and what can it do for an insignificant weight increase. How the tank crew applied the up-armor was another story, with application manuals for each material as sent by his colleague in the United Federation Armed Forces.

Looking at the horizon instead of the burning clutter of WM tanks, Jehiel can only think of what lies ahead. He can see himself fighting with the WM rebels. Oblivious to the entire tank crew but not to Jehiel and Maxinne was the incoming Palmyrian Task Force "Luna".

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17th Joint Strike Armada
-Surface Capital Task Unit

1 Maria Labo-class Arsenal Ship
1 Andres Macaraig-class Supercarrier

-Destroyer Squadron 17-Alpha

4 Gregorio Valzado-class DDGs

-Cruiser Squadron 17-Bravos

4 Katipon-class CG

-Subsurface Capital Task Unit

1 Bidasari-class SSGN
-1 Sirena-class SSBN

-Strike Subsurface Squadron 15-Charlie

-4 Garnet-class SSNs

-Strike Subsurface Squadron 15-Delta

-4 Garnet-class SSNs

17th Armored Brigade
-~5,000 men

2 Tactical Fighter Wings
2 Ground Attack Wings

OOC: Are they hostile to my forces?

"This is the Azen National Army! The WM is gone! Damascus is free!"

"This is The Order of Arroyo! My lord, the WM is no more here!"

"This is Saladin! I can confirm that the WM is destroyed. We have prisoners and we shall judge them later. Civilians are safe. Thank God. Praise be to him. We have won!"

"Banshee here. My little girl, my lords, we have taken Yaneza."

"MY LORD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, WE ARE FINALLY FREE! SIR, MADAM! SPEAKER! THE NPE HAS RETURNED OUR LANDS TO US! WE ARE FINALLY IN LIBERTY! THANK GOD! THANK GOD! OH MY GOD, THANK GOD! GOD IS GREAT! ALLAHU AKBAR! ALLAHU AKBAR!"

"We are free! And reunited! God is great! Azenyanistan is great! The NPE is great!"

"THANK GOD AND THANK EVERYONE! WE ARE FINALLY FREE!"

"Sir, we are victorious!"

Reports were coming from everywhere, from Iran, Iraq, Syria, from all over Azenyanistan.

And Sadisia and Asyah were just sitting there, in Asyahs office, hearing all of these news. The two Speakers were speech-less. They got the reports from radio and from video call.

The League of Speakers were now on video call. Banshee in Yaneza, Saladin in Damascus, Dannah in Azenyanistan City, Tiberias in Jerusalem, Perimah in the SARAz. The Azens were victorious and free. Victorious and free!

Sadisia could not help but say "I cannot believe this!"

Asyah then said "You will, my lord. Look!"

From Damascus, everyone could see the Azen flag, black, green and black, rise over Damascus. And then from Yaneza, everyone could see the New Azen flag rise over the most tallest building in Yaneza: A hospital.

Sadisia, from seeing her people victorious and mighty and great now...cried. As she cried, she was comforted and kissed and hugged by Asyah.

"My lord, it is okay, come on, be happy, my lord. We are in good hands now. We have been delivered!"

And then...something else hit Sadisia. Seven Times.

The League of Speakers, from their places, sang the national anthem of Azenyanistan to Sadisia.

"Seven times I sing this song for you and me
I dream of a good life and home
For you my friend and my family
I see a bright future before us all"

The Speaker, the young one, teared up even more and held tightly onto Asyah. Meanwhile, without Sadisia suspecting and only Asyah knowing, an Azen Guard recorded all of this happening on his video camera.

"Seven times I sing this song for you and me
I wish you will live as long as the Earth
Because I am your friend and I am here
So go and live for me my countrymen"

The Speaker was breaking down.

"I want you to see a new land
Azenyanistan reborn
May she receive you as her child
And may she be a good home
For you and your own children
Seven times I sing this song for you and me"

And she finally wept as hard as she could. It was so much joy.

And she could see them smile and continue to sing as she cried.

"Take my hand and I will lead you away
From the wars the killings and the chaos
Of the past and our history
May you please be all right
And might you be called an Azen"

Asyah smiled and teared up too as she hugged and comforted the girl.

"Seven times I sing this song for you and me
Seven times I cry for you to live
Seven times I wish for your good life
Seven times I sing this song for you and me"

And yes, some of the members of the League of Speakers gave way to tears. Especially Banshee when she finished and saw Sadisia.

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Later, the video of Sadisia crying spread all over Azenyanistan and the world on the Internet and on TV. This touched the hearts of so many Azens. And in response, groups of Azens sung the national anthem and posted them on the Internet, in solidarity with the League and with Sadisia.

Yaneza and Damascus were now in Azen hands again.

The churches were ringing all of their bells.
The mosques were letting their attendees recite their prayers aloud and to call for prayer with all the air in their lungs.
The temples were full of chanting.
The mourning places were full of prayers.
All places were filled with sounds. The sounds of celebration.

And everywhere, wherever there were Azens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, billions, so many Azens...so many Azens, wherever they lived, rejoiced on the streets and celebrated and cried "AZENYA, MARASAH!" or "AZENYANISTAN IS FREE!" Or even "Allahu akbar" or simply "Azenyanistan is great! Azenya akbar!"

The Azen flag was everywhere, flowing in the winds everywhere.

And the world was full of joy of the Azens.

And all can say: This is good.

The tank crews were informed by radio of these good news and celebrated with the couple, jumping up and down, shouting, screaming, praying, crying.

"WE'RE DONE! WE HAVE WON! MAAAAAAAAARAAAASAH!!!!!"

[Palmyrion]

Looking at the celebrating soldiers Jehiel and Maxinne felt a sense of pride, giddiness, and joy, intensity second to only having a baby and raising a family. "What a happy ending." Maxinne said, with a smile as she looked to Jehiel's face, a faint tear flowing down her eye, which Jehiel noticed when he looked at Maxinne straight into her eyes. Againf or 10 seconds he looked at her eyes, the strands speaking of beauty and newfound strength in the crucible of warfare. He wipes the tears, for Maxinne to know when she's crying, she had Jehiel to wipe them. That she was not alone. That she will never be alone. He kissed her for a while then looked at the soldiers celebrating, hands over shoulders.

TF Luna was going close to the waters of Azenyanistan. Either they would be friendlies or not, only they would tell.

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TF Luna
Somewhere off the coast of Azenyanistan

This was the naval arm of the United Federation Armed Forces, or the UFAF. With 3,500 combatant vessels and 1,500 support vessels it was among the largest branches of the UF Armed Forces.

Stalking through the seas was a Gregorio Valzado-class destroyer, the first Supreme Admiral of the United Federation Navy when it gained independence on the 1940s. This destroyer was armed to the brim with one 155-mm rapid-fire gun, and 112 VLS cells-64 bow, 48 aft.

"Azenyanistani Authorities this is Task Force Luna of the United Federation of Palmyrion. We request permission to enter your territorial waters and to dock at your ports. Please respond, over."

[Azenyanistan]

Looking at the celebrating soldiers Jehiel and Maxinne felt a sense of pride, giddiness, and joy, intensity second to only having a baby and raising a family. "What a happy ending." Maxinne said, with a smile as she looked to Jehiel's face, a faint tear flowing down her eye, which Jehiel noticed when he looked at Maxinne straight into her eyes. Againf or 10 seconds he looked at her eyes, the strands speaking of beauty and newfound strength in the crucible of warfare. He wipes the tears, for Maxinne to know when she's crying, she had Jehiel to wipe them. That she was not alone. That she will never be alone. He kissed her for a while then looked at the soldiers celebrating, hands over shoulders.

TF Luna was going close to the waters of Azenyanistan. Either they would be friendlies or not, only they would tell.

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TF Luna
Somewhere off the coast of Azenyanistan

This was the naval arm of the United Federation Armed Forces, or the UFAF. With 3,500 combatant vessels and 1,500 support vessels it was among the largest branches of the UF Armed Forces.

Stalking through the seas was a Gregorio Valzado-class destroyer, the first Supreme Admiral of the United Federation Navy when it gained independence on the 1940s. This destroyer was armed to the brim with one 155-mm rapid-fire gun, and 112 VLS cells-64 bow, 48 aft.

"Azenyanistani Authorities this is Task Force Luna of the United Federation of Palmyrion. We request permission to enter your territorial waters and to dock at your ports. Please respond, over."

The response was quick and happy

"Hello! This is Port Azenya! Welcome to the Azenyanistan! I am sorry but you do not need to land anymore. The war is over. We are okay now. But if you want to celebrate this victory with us, you can go. But please do not stay for too long."

[Palmyrion]

"If that is so, then we might as well be going."

With this the fleet sailed away, but the decision was to stay outside their maritime borders and well within the international waters, just near enough that the fleet can respond when the Azens fall into shit again.

This was the same thing for the Expeditionary Brigade that went with the fleet. But they had package to collect. "We have to dock, however, and we need just one thing: two United Federation SOCOM operators that have done their leave. We could celebrate a bit with you but we will never stay long." the Armada Admiral said. He needed to pick up both operators. Once Jehiel was onboard the ships he would be back into the fight. Little would he also know that fate destined the lovers-they would be both in the navy SEALs. Maxinne would be with Jehiel for as long as she wants. Same squad, same fireteam. That was how time was so good to them, a divine reward for their valiant actions alongside the Azens.

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Jehiel's celebration was cut short. He wanted to stay in Azenyanistan, but his mind told him to go back to Palmyrion and be on active duty again. His multi-purpose soldier device, which was like a smartphone, but bulkier, beeped. He was messaged to go.

"I'm sorry, but...Maxinne and I have to go. We wanted a vacation here but probably a better purpose was a better way of spending a vacation. Fighting alongside warriors with noble intentions as a good way to spend my vacation. Even if I leave it is not goodbye. Until we meet again. Until then, Glory to Azenyanistan!" said Jehiel.

"Glory to Azenyanistan!" followed Maxinne, and then the crowd followed. Once the crowd was busy cheering they went down and packed up their things.

[Azenyanistan]

Finally. The age of chaos is over. The time of wars, the time of suffering, pain, crying, all that, that is over. For the Azens at least. Now...Azenyanistan can rise again and like a mother, she shall lead her little children out of the past and out of the horrors of before. To honor her most sacred name. And to finally end this chapter of their story. Now a golden age awaits the Azens. Now the Age of Righteousness comes for them.










And this is good. For whoever saves one life, saves the world entire. Whoever does a good thing to one person, does a good thing to everyone.

[Palmyrion]

Jehiel and Maxinne wanted to leave for the holidays. Jehiel can only remember his dead comrades, who were given a state funeral as their coffins were paraded, showered with flowers and letters of dedication. THe couple can only join; they cannot bring their dead comrades from the dead. The sight of dead comrades gave him more morale and lessened his morale-it was the balance that made him both happy and sad, happy that because of them Azenyanistan was at peace again, and sad that his comrades had to die. What is the ugly truth in death that God wants us to know? Or is it that God wants us to be saved in heaven?

Before Jehiel left, he rallied a few of his comrades. He won't leave without a memento for him and for the Azens. This was the best vacation he had, at least for him. "Comrades in arms, we've seen so much of our comrades die. We've seen so much of our defended die. We've seen our country pushed to her knees by greed and murder. But that does not mean we as defenders have failed, for we are undaunted! Undaunted, in defense of the weak! Undaunted, in the liberation of the oppressed!"

[Azenyanistan]

Jehiel and Maxinne wanted to leave for the holidays. Jehiel can only remember his dead comrades, who were given a state funeral as their coffins were paraded, showered with flowers and letters of dedication. THe couple can only join; they cannot bring their dead comrades from the dead. The sight of dead comrades gave him more morale and lessened his morale-it was the balance that made him both happy and sad, happy that because of them Azenyanistan was at peace again, and sad that his comrades had to die. What is the ugly truth in death that God wants us to know? Or is it that God wants us to be saved in heaven?

Before Jehiel left, he rallied a few of his comrades. He won't leave without a memento for him and for the Azens. This was the best vacation he had, at least for him. "Comrades in arms, we've seen so much of our comrades die. We've seen so much of our defended die. We've seen our country pushed to her knees by greed and murder. But that does not mean we as defenders have failed, for we are undaunted! Undaunted, in defense of the weak! Undaunted, in the liberation of the oppressed!"

Their comrades who survived were happy or ready for another war. They were women yet they behaved like men in the face of overwhelming violence and despair. They were female yet they had the strength of males. They were civilians yet they were soldiers, warriors, defenders, protectors. The Azen comrades of Jehiel and Maxinne honored their dead as much as they could honor the living. The comrades visited the graves regularly and in each funeral, they shed tears and could not help but weep for the lost.

The Azens smiled at their foreign friend and comrade. The Azens, young and old, female mostly and male rarely, from all occupations, rich or poor, good or bad, they loved their friends, this couple that was with them until now.

Most of the comrades are now in the Azen National Army and the rest are Knights, bearing the cross of their Orders.

And in honor of their comrades, one of the Azens approached him with something that was dressed and hidden in white cloth. She said to him

"You are a great friend, helping us protect our country and our people, our families and our friends and our homes. Why are you so good to us when we are not good to our own people? Is it that you were sent by God to help us? To make us better than yesterday?

Your quality will be known among your enemies and your friends, before ever you meet them. We part ways, now, my friend. I can only hope we can see one another yet again. And we, your comrades, hope too that you and Maxinne will become one in heart, mind, body and soul.

We will try to make you proud of us, Jehiel. We are Azens and we are in Azenyanistan. Our only wish, as a group of friends, a company, is to see our homes in our hands again, our children smiling and happy again, our husbands in peace and not away, our families safe and sound, our country strong and united and in harmony.

Please accept this gift of war and peace. Remember us and we shall remember you. Thank you so much, O you mighty warrior of a foreign land.

We crown you...Jehiel and Maxinne of Azenyanistan."

[Palmyrion]

Jehiel openly admits he's flattered, but he remains his cool. "Thank you very much. Honestly, I'd say: best vacation ever. Never expected it to be like this." "Come on, I almost got killed out there!" Maxinne replied. "Sorry bout that. You're more adept than me in martial arts, but...if you want to go fast, go alone, but if you want to go far, go together. At least you never had to face it alone."

He turned to the Azen who asked him: "Why are you so good to us when we are not good to our own people? Is it that you were sent by God to help us? To make us better than yesterday?" to which Jehiel replied: "One thing: God likes to wrap presents in mundane or ugly, yet tough, packaging. How you open the present and how you treat it is another story."

Whatever it was in this white cloth, he does not know. All he did was to accept it and say "Thank you very much for your gratitude. And, if you want to thank me for my service within your ranks, you're welcome. "

[Azenyanistan]

Jehiel openly admits he's flattered, but he remains his cool. "Thank you very much. Honestly, I'd say: best vacation ever. Never expected it to be like this." "Come on, I almost got killed out there!" Maxinne replied. "Sorry bout that. You're more adept than me in martial arts, but...if you want to go fast, go alone, but if you want to go far, go together. At least you never had to face it alone."

He turned to the Azen who asked him: "Why are you so good to us when we are not good to our own people? Is it that you were sent by God to help us? To make us better than yesterday?" to which Jehiel replied: "One thing: God likes to wrap presents in mundane or ugly, yet tough, packaging. How you open the present and how you treat it is another story."

Whatever it was in this white cloth, he does not know. All he did was to accept it and say "Thank you very much for your gratitude. And, if you want to thank me for my service within your ranks, you're welcome. "

"What I gave you is the best I could make. I was a former creator of swords. Real swords."
Said the Azen.
Then she smiled to her comrades and nodded to them. And what they did was a surprise. They all took off her helmets and put them on the ground and went on one knee, facing the couple. They were genuflecting. Even the sword maker.

And they all recited

"We are protectors of our domain.
The guardians of our homes.
The heads of our families.
The pride of our nation.
The most precious thing of our country.
We are alone yet we are not alone.
We are friendless yet we are not friendless.
We are warmongers yet we are not warmongers.
We are good and evil.
We are humanity.
And of humanity, we are Azens.
Following our dream,
We won't forget,
The dead and the dying,
The pained and the hurting,
The lost,
We won't forget.
Following our dream,
We shall try
To be without fear in the face of our enemies
To be brave and upright that God and your people may love thee
To speak the truth even if it leads to your death
To safeguard the helpless and do no wrong
To take up an oath
And follow it like there is nothing that awaits us
But the Lady of Death."

Then they stood up, some of them teary eyed, some of them not wanting to let their friends go, and leading them, the sword maker saluted the couple with her right fist, not an open hand, as per the Azen tradition.

The rest saluted the couple with the Azen salute as well. And then they said as one

"Azenya, marasah!"

[Palmyrion]

The couple cheered with the crowd. Jehiel's MICH helmet blurted out words, in a familiar voice. It was his (former) commander, Captain Gozum. "SGM Malan, I need you back onboard. Now."

Jehiel still wanted to stay, but duty is calling him to go back to duty. Little does he know he will be united with his former commander and his lover-in a single unit. He felt both happy and sad. He did not want to leave without giving them a word to remember. "I'm not saying goodbye. I'm saying that I'll be back. My homeland calls me for duty, the duty of the defense of the weak and the liberation of the oppressed. It is also the call of duty that your motherland calls: the defense of her integrity. Until then, I'll be back."

[Azenyanistan]

The couple cheered with the crowd. Jehiel's MICH helmet blurted out words, in a familiar voice. It was his (former) commander, Captain Gozum. "SGM Malan, I need you back onboard. Now."

Jehiel still wanted to stay, but duty is calling him to go back to duty. Little does he know he will be united with his former commander and his lover-in a single unit. He felt both happy and sad. He did not want to leave without giving them a word to remember. "I'm not saying goodbye. I'm saying that I'll be back. My homeland calls me for duty, the duty of the defense of the weak and the liberation of the oppressed. It is also the call of duty that your motherland calls: the defense of her integrity. Until then, I'll be back."

They all nodded and smiled. They were really happy for a people that were plagued with wars, invasions, foreign interventions and other nasty things. They were really happy. These women soldiers...

The Azen sword maker then said "We will be returning to our Army and to our Orders. We will do as you have reminded us of. To defend our motherland and her integrity. But also her children. We wish the best for you. And we will see you again...hopefully still in peace!"

And they laughed. And made way for the couple to leave.