1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

St Osloverg
Allen walked out of the zeppelin wearing a Führer Uniform, he was guarded by 10 Soldiers of the SA, who proceeded to take horses off in a very orderly style. Allen soon decided to see how disciplined the Arengin Soldiers, inspecting their ranks. He saw things that SA soldiers would never have, such as wrinkles and ranks that were off by 0.2 cm. "Слоппи, абсолютно неряшливо." Allen said, surprisingly in Arenginian. Allen then walked into the car, which was now flanked by the 10 SA guards now on horse back.

[Aclus]

Sylbania
Outside Veice City
December 8, 1891
A Cold Winter Morning

Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig woke up and got out of his bed. He walked over to his desk where he sat down and ate a hot filling breakfast while looking at the map, he got news the night before that the city of Romi was under attack by Manticoran forces. He didn't know why, but if Romi fell to Manticoran they would have a foothold in this continent, a bad thing for the Republic, but then again the fascist wouldn't have a route for reinforcements to enter. Suddenly the pounding of the barrage grew louder and more constant and Douglas quickly walked outside his tent.

Douglas looked through his binoculars and saw the shells tearing up the Warglorian first trenching and the dragons teeth traps being blasted out. He knew the main offensive would start tomorrow, and that the enemy would fight to the last man.

[b]To: Whoever Leads the Bronze Isles
From: Chancellor Marcus Ragnusius II
Encryption: Secure

The unprecedented revolution and conquest of the Twelve Isles has become alarming. As they being a Nation of the Entente they are under protect the Entente. 20,000 Aclusian Peacekeepers shall enter the last 3 Isles in an effort to keep any of your forces from taking them.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Veice City
Gunther was an engineer in the Warglorian Army. During this time, his job was to repair all broken defences, he was currently at the dragon's teeth, where he would fill up any damage with cement. It wasn't easy, at first 50 engineers were sent out to repair, now there were only about 20. He had to dodge continuously, attempting to take cover when ever he could. He soon came up to one of the dragon's teeth, holding a bucket full of cement. He had to do these things quickly, as the cement could dry up very quickly, which is why he had a bottle of water.

Also with him was his younger brother, Heinz, who was a private in the infantry, sent to scout out the defences, encountering his brother. "Damn it, vill zey ever stop zis bombardment?" Heinz asked. "Don't worry, soon they'll be on ze offensive, und zen ze fun starts!" Gunther said sarcastically, pouring cement into some cavity on a dragon's tooth. "What I don't get is how our main army is surviving!" Gunther replied. "I am surprised too, so far we've only lost at least a hundred men, one of zem were Adolf." Heinz replied.

"Adolf? Ze guy who lost one ball? I liked him." Gunther said, smoothening the cement using a trowel. "Zat should do it, now let's get out of here!" Gunther said.

About half a mile away, at the frontline 1st trench
Lindenburg, unlike many Royal Entente Generals who he would think would cowar by a hill, was on top of the main trench, and in a miracle, was not hit by anything. "Herr Generaloberst! I insist you go back to ze city hall, it's too dangerous out here!" Eric asked. "Nein, your reports are lacking, I need to see how it actually is out here, und it is so far going great!" Lindenburg said enthusiastically. "Great? You call this great? we've been bombarded for over a week! Everything exploding!" Eric said.

"Ja, but damage is so far minimal und repairable, und we've only lost 102 men so far......" Lindenburg said. Suddenly, a shell landed right on top of a soldier who was peeking over the trench line. "Correction, 103 men so far." Lindenburg said. "How are ze truppen? Heavy equipment? Vehicles? Supplies? Defences?" Lindenburg said. "Ze truppen are eager to fight so far, all artillery und heavier guns are secure." Eric said. "Trucks are secured, Panzers are in position und unharmed, we have 5 currently deployed, we have 4 Zeppelins in ze air, ze rest are on standby."

"Our food supplies are managing surprisingly well, repairing equipment is being used but are holding, repair supplies are quite numerous still, und our ammunition hasn't even been touched." Eric said. "Trenches are so far in moderate order, bunkers are knackered by mostly undamaged und repaired, our engineers have been successful in maintaining most of the dragon's teeth so far, but I must ask, why not fire back with our artillery" asked Eric.

"Because I want to use them purely for defensive purposes, we shall only use them when we see ze whites in their infantries eyes, und ze rust on their Panzers." Lindenburg said.

[Cesopium]

The Bronze Isles

King Brendan Sellers upon receiving the message from the NCSU that they would be entering the Eastern Imperium sometime soon, and immediately sent out a order to his Lord Captain Cameron Sharp, who in turn passed this order along to the Rock General and Salt General, who were given the following tasks.

45 of the Infantry Regiments currently in service would be converted to Marine Regiments, converting the amount of Marine forces to a total of 60 Regiments. Considering as tensions would probably soon be increasing, it would help the nation in coastal assaults and strikes on the Europa mainland. While this was taking place, another 45 Regiments of Infantry were written down on paper and the Rock General Alexander Wood sent out this to his recruiters all spread out on the Bronze Isles. They immediately began using the local feudal Houses to provide the main bulk of forces to provide. The estimates for gathering all these new soldiers including training time, would realistically be 6 Months including training and arming and would probably be used in the defense of the Isles.

The Navy of the Bronze Isles lays down 7 new vessels, which they predict shall be ready by the end of the year at the best case or the next year at the worse. The BINS Empress,BINS Repulse,BINS Hood,BIN Ramillies, BINS Resolution,BINS Revenge, BINS Royal Oak, all ships of the Royal Sovereign-class flagships of the BIN. Builders and workers are ferried to the lands of the NCSU to their capital, to construct a embassy to establish better relations between the two. The 1st Ambassador to be sent to the NCSU was Graham Page, a friend and former advisor of the King who he believed would be best at establishing something between the Bronze Isles and the NCSU.

On the other islands, the Navy and Army of the Bronze Isles continued to barrage and assault coastal and inward defenses. The BINS Royal Sovereign fired its mighty 343mm guns onto local defiant port towns and cities, allowing landing parties of Marines followed by Infantry to land on the ports and shores of the beaches to pierce through the defenses. Once breaking into the towns and settlements they set themselves upon looting and pillaging the towns.

The King received news of another message, this time of a threat of the nearby nation of Aclus who had lacked the common courtesy to even address his name, as he read the letter he thought "Such friends of the Twelve Isles, so well that they don't even stay aware of the changing political situation here". He let out a small laugh to himself, reading the rest as they would be sending 20,000, 10 Regiments in the terms of the Bronze Isles to be sent to defend the remaining besieged 3 Islands they had yet to fully seize. The last 3 being Manchester, Plymouth and Liverpool, who were all currently being annexed into the Bronze Isles.

He passed a message down to his military advisors who in turn sent a order to Lord Captain Cameron Sharp, who ordered Salt General Zac Hart to create a blockade to take place and to use a relatively new technology to search out for any approaching vessels in the night, the searchlights who would be used to spot out enemy vessels and boats, and issue an alert to the crews of the guarding vessels.

The King responded to this in a message of his own.

To:Chanceller Marcus Ragsnusius II
From:King Brendan Sellers of the Bronze Isles
The situation in the former country of the Twelve Isles has been stabilizing as we speak. There is no need to send any forces to the lands of the Bronzeborn, doing so would violate newly establish national territory and waters. We will allow a embassy to be constructed in our capital of Harlaw upon the island of London, and we hope if you may allow one in your own capital. I hope this may reconcile the relationship between the former nation of the Twelve Isles and Aclus.

[Skarten]

Fort Trieze
The soldiers were starting to leave fort Trieze. Horses would go In the front, taking Officers, Cavalary And supplies.
"Prepare! And! March!"


1 day,5 Hours and 30 Minutes Later...

12 KM Away from Fort Napoli,Makeshift Camp
Colonel Kaytvalev would be yelling orders to the soldiers, that would be preparing themselves for a battle
Until that, the Rittmeister of the Artillery would be telling the units what to do
"HOWITZER ARTILLERY! PREPARE TO USE YOUR PYRONITE SHELLS!"
He then Proceeded to give the Coordinates to the fort
"I WANT YOU TO EXPLODE THE FRONT OF THAT FORT WIDE OPEN!"
"THIS WILL BE A 3 HOUR SHELL BARRAGE, BUT START USING FULMINATE AFTER THE FIRST HOUR, PYRONITE IS TOO UNSTABLE!"

"AIM!"
The Howitzers Moved
"LOAD AMMUNITION!"
The Pyronite Shells were cautiously Put into the Big Bertha Howitzers
"FIRE AT WILL!"

All the Howitzers Started firing

[The Traansval]

Ellis Island
Off the coast of London City
The North Cape Province
The Traansval

Two Agents of the Ministerie van Immigratie en Burgerschap (Ministry of Immigration and Citizenship) walked up the plank to the Lusitania. The ship was a passenger ship, which normally took wealthy people from The Twelve Isles down to The Traansval for a Exotic Vacation. Now however, the ship was packed to the brim with people of all colors, wealths, and creeds.

With the arrival of the Bronze Isles conquerors, the people of the Twelve Isles ran for their lives, jumping onto any Cargo Ship, Merchant Ship, Transport Ship, or little rubber Dingy they could find.

The Lusitania was the only ship that left the harbor of the Twelve Isles Capital to survive, mainly due to the fact that it flew the Traansval Flag and had a small detachment of 5 Kaapstad Scherpshutters. The crew of the Lusitania had packed the ship to the brim with any and all people they could carry. Many of the passengers had been fished out of the water.

But now, the ship had finished the journey, and had reached the Immigrant Processing Center on Ellis Island, off the coast of the North Capes Capital, London.

The Immigratie Agents unhooked the latch on a thin iron door, allowing the refugees aboard to exit onto shore.



Among the group of Immigrants, was a group of men in ragged uniforms. These men were all that was left of the Twelve Isles Military, about 20 of them. Their blue uniforms dirty and singed, their rifles slung over their shoulders. They were led by a single officer, the former Captain of the Twelve Isles Armored Corp.

Captain Billy Younger.

Younger stepped onto the wood and iron docks of Ellis Island, and dropped his small suitcase. To call it a suitcase was a elaboration, it was carpet that had been stapled closed.
Within the "Suitcase", Younger contained all documents he had been able to grab from Twelve Isles Military Command HQ, along with some clothes, ammunition, and dry food.

Behind him, the 20 men under his "Command", formed up into a ragged line on shore. These men were not all Armored Corp, in fact only about 5 of them were of Billy's unit. Most were Artillery, some Infantry, and even on sailor that had been fished out of the water. But, none of that mattered now, there was no Twelve Isles Artillery or Infantry or Navy. There was no Twelve Isles at all anymore, only the Bronze Isles.

But, Billy had connections. He had served side by side with the current Second in Command of the Boer Armored Corp, or Gepantserd Korp as he heard it was now called.
He was sure he could get his men a good life here, and if he couldn't, he could atleast get them a enlistment in the Leger von Traansval.

One of the Immigratie Agents strode up to Captain Younger.

Immigratie Agent: Captain, velcome to the Traansval. If you could, direct you men to this line here on the side, we need to record your passing through this Checkpoint, and issue a Bezoeker Card to you and your men.

Younger signaled his men to do as the Agent told them.

Captain Younger: What is this Card?

Immigratie Agent: The Card verifies that you have been approved by the Ministrie, and therefor can legally live within our Borders, even though you have not obtained Citizenship. Usually, this requires multiple tests, but orders from the top are to immediatly issue these cards to all refugees coming in off these boats from the Isles.

Younger and his men went through the checkpoint, taking the "Card". In reality, the card was a piece of thick paper, that contained a Photo ID (The flash had blinded Younger a bit), medical information, background info, and other basic information about each of the men.

Once through the checkpoint, the refugees were directed to a Ferry which would take them to the mainland, where they could find a home in the Immigrant Districts of London.

Younger however, had a different idea...

[The Manticoran Empire]

The Manticoran Army was only a few miles from Veice City and were positioning their howitzers for a massive bombardment the next day. To defend them, Antiairship guns, field guns, machine guns, and temporary fighting positions were placed around the gun positions.

[Rannoria]

Looking In

To: King Alexander Oswyn II of Arengin
Encryption: Max
I give you absolute power of the troops in Sylbania. Last I heard, they were marching to the left side of the city or something.
- Grand Tyron Gren

Sheklibov Base, Roulst
"Chekov Mrankey." A man said. "There is news of two more organizations."

"Like what?" Chekov said, cigar in mouth.

"Like us."

Silence, then Chekov threw the cigar away. "We work with ourselves and for ourselves."

"But-"

"No more! I've already heard of a religious and traditionalist movement... is that correct?" Chekov's eyes pierce the man's, and the man nods.

"But sir-"

"No buts! They do not even have our ideals. It wouldn't matter to meet them. We will gain the support of the people, for the ruler right now is weak... A man with no fixed agenda, and his advisor who is naïve and owns a weak foot. I heard he was only around 20 years old. Too young..."

Ozin Temple, Concus Valleys
The Concus valleys were a more desolate place of Rannoria. Cold, unstable, mountainous... yet a collection of Batalurpii monks reside there. The temple doors open. Inside, it is grand. Warm, tall, wooden, oriental. A nice feeling. There are monks around, meditating and studying, but there is a man sitting on a pillow in the middle which is on a podium, cross-legged with closed eyes. The man, Farascai Thordin (his religious name is Chara Ozin) opens his eyes, and steps down and bows to a man who just entered. Grandmaster Hotoyoshi Ozin.

"Grandmaster Hotoyoshi Ozin. I hope you had an enlightened time on your journey."

"Yes, I did. Thank you, Advisor Chara Ozin. Our influence is growing. Growing beyond the Concus Valleys. Many others have returned as well, yes?"

"Of course. Most report success. Minimal have failed."

"Then those who fail to dream shall join when they see our might. My journey was a success. I have managed to grow our influence into the entirety of the Fallanks Marshes, a harsh place. Our biggest threat are the leaders at Rannkradle, but those are our least concern."

"Ah... very good..." Chara Ozin started walking away, then stopped. He asked a question. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Hotoyoshi replied. "Two more factions. Factions of change. Communists and traditionalists. I've talked to one of the traditionalist's members. Maybe we could ally ourselves with them. Bring changed, but united."

"Yes. Very good. And the communists?"

"No hope. They're communist."

Chara was going to protest, but then he realized the logic and went on.

[The Traansval]

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Rannoria

[REDACTED], [REDACTED], 1891

Agent Avest moved her way throught the crowds of people within the Rannorian Capital. Her goal was simple, find the nearest manhole.

After the fiasco in Wargloria, it was deemed that the use of Inns as safehouses drew too much attention, and so began to find new more hidden places to stick hidden spy nests.

The Sewers were a favorite of the Agents, it allowed for them to travel to any part of the city undetected, and even into locked areas.

Agent Avest entered the sewers, and made her way down its winding corridors until she found he grate that let out into the basement of the Traansval Embassy in Rannoria.
The Basements above entrance had been sealed off back in the 1700's, when the building was a Brewery. Legend goes that the basement was sealed by a jealous rival, who collapsed the building into the basement, to stop the breweries brewing.

During the remodeling of the Embassy, the NAD secretly built the spy den underneath. Its only entrance was the sewer grate.

Within the Den, 6 NAD Agents worked tirelessly. Most manned Wire Taps and listened in on conversations, mainly those associated with the Rannorian Communists, Religious Zealots, and Traditionalists. Trouble was brewing in the nation of Rannoria, a civil war was coming. The Traansval wished to see Rannoria become its first ally after leaving the entente, and couldn't do that if there was a revolution.

So, the NAD Agents worked around the lock to monitor the actions of the various possible revolutionaries, and watched them so as the predict when they could put a stop to them.

[The Traansval]

Island of Solitude
Tamir Continent

December 9th, 1892

Crunch

Boots began to land on the sandy soil of Solitude, the island that sat in the middle of a river that ran straight through the Tamir Continent.

The island had remained unclaimed by the Romans who inhabit almost all of Tamir, but recently the Romans had grown tame and had taken no recent action. This was the opportunity The Traansval wished to seize.

A flotilla of ships went up stream, and once they arrived, they unloaded their cargo. Animals, Plants, Crops, and people. Settlers and Soldiers. 20,000 Vloot-Voetvolk Soldiers had been sent to safeguard the Colony on the island.

The colony was charted by the East Empire Company, one of the two biggest Merchant Companies in the Traansval (The other being the Gauteng Merchants Guild). The two companies lived in relative peace of each other, The Gauteng Guild mainly focused on Trade Routes to other nations, while the East Empire Company set its sights on colonization.

And so, the colonists and soldiers marched onto the beach. Ahead of them, sat a small hill that overlooked a small plain that eventually ended in a thick forest. Its timber would be very valuable for ship building back in the Traansval.

Captain Cortez, the commanding officer of the Vloot-Voetvolk Troops in Solitude, strode up and planted the Traansval flag into the mound, claiming all of the island for The Traansval and the East Empire Company.

The Colonists began to get to work constructing buildings and shelters that would one day make become a town.

In the mean time, the soldiers began to prepare defenses, who knows what foul and savage men inhabited this island...

[Arengin Union]

St Osloverg
Allen walked out of the zeppelin wearing a Führer Uniform, he was guarded by 10 Soldiers of the SA, who proceeded to take horses off in a very orderly style. Allen soon decided to see how disciplined the Arengin Soldiers, inspecting their ranks. He saw things that SA soldiers would never have, such as wrinkles and ranks that were off by 0.2 cm. "Слоппи, абсолютно неряшливо." Allen said, surprisingly in Arenginian. Allen then walked into the car, which was now flanked by the 10 SA guards now on horse back.

Arengin, St. Osloverg
The soldiers simple gave Allen a rather hostile face while still maintaining discipline. Afterwards they broke formation when Allen and his goons left in route to the palace. Tehy began to make a defensive perimeter along the airship.

"Эти войны Глори люди настолько чванливый" The officer said as he lit up a cigar, the soldier on his side laughed.

It didn't take time for the car to arrive at the palace courtyard, Oswyn was right there to greet him. Allen got out and Oswyn immediately shook his hand and gave him a friendly smile.

"I'm glad we are doing this my friend." Oswyn said.

St Adam Hills, Arengin-Wargloria border

Marvock and a few more agents were awaiting for the Warglorian agents to arrive. They awaited at a border checkpoint, right in the middle of a bridge connecting Arengin with Wargloria.

Marvock smoked a cigarette as scanned the river and the surroundings. The warglorien soldiers at the other side looking at them with a straight face. Another agent approached Marvock and rested against the bridge balcony.

"Why are we even here? These are our enemies..." The agent said.

"Don't know... Maybe its time they stopped being enemies don't you think. We got more important matters to confront." Marvock coldly replied.

"Like what?"

"I don't know... the Rising Sun that tried killing our prince and princess. The Manticorian which are putting their nose in every damn thing. Or the Morverian tribes that are invading Arengin territory and our own settlers are not helping the situation. There is also the Sheepish resistance. Get your head out of your ass Dimitry" Marvock continued to smoke the cigarette.

Men in suits and using umbrellas for the rain arrived. Marvock threw the cigarette at the river and began walking to greet the warglorien.


[Marvock Alobod.]

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

St Osloverg
"Jawol, I too am glad, I hope that our relations will bring our 2 nations into an age of friendship." Allen said, shaking Oswyn's hand. "Now, onto pressing matters, Wargloria wants gut relations with the Arengin Union, some because of fear, others because of hopes, anyways I have noticed that your Entente is slowly falling apart, with the Traansval und Rannoria leaving." "To tell you ze truth, though this would be considered classified....things are not going to well for the Eastern Imperium too."

Allen took out a Calabash Pipe and started smoking. "The NCSU has accused us of inhumane experiments, und even saying that we have aligned ourselves with the Entente, Al-Morven is slowly crumbling as well, so as you can see, a partner agreement between us could help us survive the chaos happening in both of our alliances." Allen said. "Also, reguarding the agency cooperation, I would suspect that we should discuss what to do with it?"

St Adams, Bridge Checkpoint
Soon, a car with 4 agents, all wearing the classic fedora, overcoat and suit, all in black. Soon it was raining, and so the Gestapo agents took out umbrellas and walked over to the Arengin Agents. The leading one, codenamed "Death Watch", who was one of the top Gestapo Agents in the agency, walked over to Marvock Alobod. "No time for greetings, so let's be quick, I am Death Watch of the Gestapo Agency, our discussion today could be more private, I advise we go to that house over there." Death Watch said, pointing at a small abandoned house in the distance.

[The Traansval]

From: Verkozen Officiele Jethro Kendi
To: Leader of the Imperial Republic of Norcourt
Encryption: MAX

Dear fellow leader,

I send you this message today, asking of something we both need.

Allies.

No man, or rather nation, can stand the test of time alone. In the past, The Traansval has relied on her Entente Allies, but now that we have left, we seek to forge a new Alliance, we wish to establish The Alliance of Republican Nations.

I, on behalf of the Boer People, wish to ask whether or not you would like to join us, as brothers in arms in this Alliance.

If your answer is yes, i would like to invite you to the Republican Palace in Pretoria, to meet face to face with you and discuss the friendship between our two peoples.

[Arengin Union]

St Osloverg
"Jawol, I too am glad, I hope that our relations will bring our 2 nations into an age of friendship." Allen said, shaking Oswyn's hand. "Now, onto pressing matters, Wargloria wants gut relations with the Arengin Union, some because of fear, others because of hopes, anyways I have noticed that your Entente is slowly falling apart, with the Traansval und Rannoria leaving." "To tell you ze truth, though this would be considered classified....things are not going to well for the Eastern Imperium too."

Allen took out a Calabash Pipe and started smoking. "The NCSU has accused us of inhumane experiments, und even saying that we have aligned ourselves with the Entente, Al-Morven is slowly crumbling as well, so as you can see, a partner agreement between us could help us survive the chaos happening in both of our alliances." Allen said. "Also, reguarding the agency cooperation, I would suspect that we should discuss what to do with it?"

St Adams, Bridge Checkpoint
Soon, a car with 4 agents, all wearing the classic fedora, overcoat and suit, all in black. Soon it was raining, and so the Gestapo agents took out umbrellas and walked over to the Arengin Agents. The leading one, codenamed "Death Watch", who was one of the top Gestapo Agents in the agency, walked over to Marvock Alobod. "No time for greetings, so let's be quick, I am Death Watch of the Gestapo Agency, our discussion today could be more private, I advise we go to that house over there." Death Watch said, pointing at a small abandoned house in the distance.

St. Osloverg

Oswyn walked at Allen's side, being followed by each's respective guard force. Guardsmen with rifles patrolled along the palace gardens and walls as well as the overall perimeter. Oswyn heard Allen in detail and with much importance.

"Yes... I wouldn't say the Entente is falling apart but rather its going in a rough phase. And yes, I would suppose the Imperium is not doing any better. My people have slowly had a more favorable view of your people than ever so perhaps we can find common ground. My people are also growing an anti Rannorian sentiment since they abandoned the Entente. As for the Traansval, we still keep friendly relations but many both in Arengin and Traansval are becoming angry at Kendi. It seems as he is trying to rupture years of Arenginian-Traansval brotherhood. I wont tell you how Melissa feels, lets just say she keeps a photo of him for target practice..... multiple." Both Allen and Oswyn laughed as they walked in the gardens admiring the roses and tulips.

"I think a better relation between us would be better, especially with the growing threat of Manticore. I think they are a danger to both of our people. I heard they are moving to Veice... Which in regards to the war in Sylbania I have an offer, but that later. My advisers tell me our agents have meet with yours now."

St. Adams, Abandoned house.

Both groups moved to the abandoned house and quickly made sure no one was present. Then the 5 Okran agents faced off with the Gestapo agents.

"What is it you want to discuss?" Marvock asked.

[The Traansval]

St Osloverg
"Jawol, I too am glad, I hope that our relations will bring our 2 nations into an age of friendship." Allen said, shaking Oswyn's hand. "Now, onto pressing matters, Wargloria wants gut relations with the Arengin Union, some because of fear, others because of hopes, anyways I have noticed that your Entente is slowly falling apart, with the Traansval und Rannoria leaving." "To tell you ze truth, though this would be considered classified....things are not going to well for the Eastern Imperium too."

Allen took out a Calabash Pipe and started smoking. "The NCSU has accused us of inhumane experiments, und even saying that we have aligned ourselves with the Entente, Al-Morven is slowly crumbling as well, so as you can see, a partner agreement between us could help us survive the chaos happening in both of our alliances." Allen said. "Also, reguarding the agency cooperation, I would suspect that we should discuss what to do with it?"

St Adams, Bridge Checkpoint
Soon, a car with 4 agents, all wearing the classic fedora, overcoat and suit, all in black. Soon it was raining, and so the Gestapo agents took out umbrellas and walked over to the Arengin Agents. The leading one, codenamed "Death Watch", who was one of the top Gestapo Agents in the agency, walked over to Marvock Alobod. "No time for greetings, so let's be quick, I am Death Watch of the Gestapo Agency, our discussion today could be more private, I advise we go to that house over there." Death Watch said, pointing at a small abandoned house in the distance.

St Adams, Bridge Checkpoint

Agent Rodina stood behind the lead Okran Agent, looking at the exchange between the Okran and Gestapo Agents.

Rodina was a NAD Mole, placed within the Okran during the period when NAD Agents trained the Okran. After telegrams between Warg and Arengin had been intercepted by Wire Tappers are the Traansval Embassy, it was decided that this Okran-Gestapo team up should be monitored closely, so Rodina sucked a few dicks pulled a few strings and got onto the team.

Later, she would transcribe the meeting and send it to her superiors back in The Traansval, but for now all she had to do was watch.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Arengin Palace, St Osloverg
"Ja, it is strange.....I had hoped that Manticore und the Warglorian Reich could become allies, however the likely hood of that happening now is unlikely." Allen said. Allen heard Oswyn's remark of Melissa. "Remind me never to anger your daughter then." Allen said, laughing slightly. "Und that is gut, mein main concern is how out agents are going to react, for it is obvious that both our agencies work differently."

Abandoned House, St Adam Hills
"Vell, first of all, we must clarify that out 2 agencies are now working together, their mission, destroy corruption, unrest and attempts of revolt in Sheepish, now we must discuss:
1. Whether you agree
2. How we shall do such a thing" Death Watch said.

[Aclus]

The Sea of Europeia
Near The Isles of Manchester, Liverpool and Plymouth
December 9, 1891
Aclusian High Seas Fleet

The Fleet neared the Isles that remained under the Twelve isles government forces. The fleet guarded the troop transports that held the 80,000 trained soldiers that would be deployed on the isles to assist whats left of the allied forces. Quickly the troops landed and got their gear unloaded on the beach while under fire from Bronze Isle riflemen. The armored cars began to come off the ramps of the transports and cover the infantry while returning fire with their Wickers machine guns at the enemy forces. While this happened, the infantry got into their trucks that began to drive to the nearest allied forts.

The Casualties sustained were minimal, 2 Transports didn't make it unto the beach, bringing 200 Men down with them. The fight for the Twelve Isles had begun.

[The Traansval]

00

[Norcourt]

From: His excellency, Grand Lord Carth Alexander
To: Verkozen Officiele Jethro Kendi
Encryption: High

I am eager to begin this, Jeth, my friend. I have informed my family, that I will be there soon. I hope you find it fine, that I bring 5 guards, to accompany me, as you never know what is to come. I look forward to meeting you in Pretoria.

[Arengin Union]

Arengin Palace, St Osloverg
"Ja, it is strange.....I had hoped that Manticore und the Warglorian Reich could become allies, however the likely hood of that happening now is unlikely." Allen said. Allen heard Oswyn's remark of Melissa. "Remind me never to anger your daughter then." Allen said, laughing slightly. "Und that is gut, mein main concern is how out agents are going to react, for it is obvious that both our agencies work differently."

Abandoned House, St Adam Hills
"Vell, first of all, we must clarify that out 2 agencies are now working together, their mission, destroy corruption, unrest and attempts of revolt in Sheepish, now we must discuss:
1. Whether you agree
2. How we shall do such a thing" Death Watch said.

Royal Palace, St. Osloverg

"Yes, Manticore has been a thick in our foot for a long while. They are growing to powerful and too cocky. Maybe it's time our two nations ignore our differences to confront them. Funny now that I think it. Warglorians and Arenginian working together, my what a twist of events." Oswyn laughed, and laughed more when hearing Allen's regards on Melissa.

Abandoned house.

"We were ordered to work with you in mutual cooperation. So our agreence is nothing to be worry about. Now I believe we should head up there and start from the top. The Warglorian side is where I suggest we start. What do you think?" Marvock asked the agent.

A noticeable tension filled the room. Arenginian and Warglorian, WORKING TOGETHER.

Former Twelve Isles colonies

After a request of Independence, Arengin granted full independence and sovereignty to the colonies that once belonged to the Isles. They helped in the process of making a new government to combat the Bronzes and reclaim the land they had lost. Full military support from the Entente was assured.

The Twelve Isles rised again.

[The Traansval]

From: His excellency, Grand Lord Carth Alexander
To: Verkozen Officiele Jethro Kendi
Encryption: High

I am eager to begin this, Jeth, my friend. I have informed my family, that I will be there soon. I hope you find it fine, that I bring 5 guards, to accompany me, as you never know what is to come. I look forward to meeting you in Pretoria.

From: Verkozen Officiele Jethro Kendi
To: His Excellency, Grand Lord Carth Alexander
Encryption: High

Excellent, i shall eagerly await your arrival.

I have also invited the leader of Manticore to attend this summit, he has yet to respond, but i hope to add him to our ranks. His military is mighty and elite, and will do good to help in all of our mutual defense.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

St Osloverg
"Such a proposition would interest Wargloria to quite a high level, Manticore really is growing to quite a problematic threat, however the only problem is, despite our advanced fleet, I have the feeling that the Imperial Warglorian Navy wouldn't stand a chance." Allen said. "Funny how things turn out, I had actually hoped that I would be negotiating with Nikolai as I had thought that I would never be able to reach out to you."

Abandoned House
Death Watch was surprised by how cooperative the Okran Agents were. "Very well, I suggest that we try to terminate the trouble makers via assassins, we can hear this via leaks, eavs dropping and reports from local security, we could also interrogate and suspects to try and reveal their higher people, so we can terimante of them." Death Watch said

[Arengin Union]

St Osloverg
"Such a proposition would interest Wargloria to quite a high level, Manticore really is growing to quite a problematic threat, however the only problem is, despite our advanced fleet, I have the feeling that the Imperial Warglorian Navy wouldn't stand a chance." Allen said. "Funny how things turn out, I had actually hoped that I would be negotiating with Nikolai as I had thought that I would never be able to reach out to you."

Abandoned House
Death Watch was surprised by how cooperative the Okran Agents were. "Very well, I suggest that we try to terminate the trouble makers via assassins, we can hear this via leaks, eavs dropping and reports from local security, we could also interrogate and suspects to try and reveal their higher people, so we can terimante of them." Death Watch said

St. Osloverg

"Do not worry, our navy can give them a good beating." Oswyn and Allen kept walking. "I do think it would be in accordance to tell Aclus and Skarten of this. The more the better." Oswyn then heard Allen in regards to Nikolai, he laughed.

"Well young man... Nikolai convinced me against my other wishes. He really is a man who believed in a peace between us."

Abandoned House

Marvock and the rest of the agents mumbled between each other. Then he spoke. "We think the same. Come now, we need to get going at once if we are to stop this menace."

[The Twelve Isles]

THE RETURN BEGINS

Billy was getting old. He could feel it. It had been a long time since the Caribbean War, and there was very little of his old life left. The Traansval was a nice place. He had been living there for some time, ever since the Fall Of The Empire. The people were kind, though rugged, and it was very hot. But a home none the less. It was bittersweet though, he was a refugee, and in command of all that was left of the once glorious Twelve Isles Armed Forces. A mere 20 men, in dirty blue grey uniforms. He could still remember that day, when he first arrived at the shore. It was hard. They had all stood at attention, and awaited their cards to be accepted into the country. It was more than hard, it was shameful. Billy had stood there and tried not to cry, as it would have been unbefitting of an officer of his caliber. But he had years. He knew the old colony's still considered themselves the Twelve Isles, and that they had some military force. As well as that, he had friends in the Traansvals military. Last he heard the Cartwines had been killed. Both the Empress, and the princess. The line had been hunted down. It didn't matter, there was always room for a new regent. Billy looked around his room. It was far larger and nicer than the one he had lived in while in the Isles. Bowler Street was a shit hole, but he would take it over anything right now. Anything to be in his homeland. Soon though, soon he would be back. Billy turned and sat at his desk, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, and began writing.

TO: Jethro Kendi

FROM: Captin Billy Younger, Former Commander Of The Twelve Isles Armored Corp

Dear Mr Kendi,

I would like to open this letter by saying that I fully understand that what I am about to ask is a tall order, but that I feel it must be done anyways. As Im sure is widely know by everyone, the Empire Of The Twelve Isles is no more. At least, its not nearly what it used to be. The Colony's still go by the name, but they are not the Home Isles. But that is not the point, the point is what I ask. I wish to retake the Home Isles. There are many in your nation who remember the invasion, the Blood Cough, and the death of our entire way of life. As a war hero, I have become a celebrity of sorts among those who were from the Isles, and their decedents. I make it a point to try and stay connected with my people, and I can tell you with much certainty that they would gladly lay down their lives to retake the Home Isles.

My request is this. As the strongest ally of the Isles, I hope that you would be willing to assist me in the endeavor of training an army to retake our home. Weapons, armor, food, anything would be appreciated. I know that the Colonial Fleet is still operational, and I would be my hope that you would be able to spent a ship or car to transport me there as well so that I could recruit the people of the colony's. Once again, I must tell you that I would not ask this of your people if it was not a matter of utmost importance to mine. I will understand if you refuse, but It will not stop me from my goal. Just remember that, if the people of my homeland leave without the support of others, and if they fail, it will be on the heads of our allys and not us.

Yours truly, Captain Billy Younger, Former Commander Of The Twelve Isles Armored Corp

[The Traansval]

THE RETURN BEGINS

Billy was getting old. He could feel it. It had been a long time since the Caribbean War, and there was very little of his old life left. The Traansval was a nice place. He had been living there for some time, ever since the Fall Of The Empire. The people were kind, though rugged, and it was very hot. But a home none the less. It was bittersweet though, he was a refugee, and in command of all that was left of the once glorious Twelve Isles Armed Forces. A mere 20 men, in dirty blue grey uniforms. He could still remember that day, when he first arrived at the shore. It was hard. They had all stood at attention, and awaited their cards to be accepted into the country. It was more than hard, it was shameful. Billy had stood there and tried not to cry, as it would have been unbefitting of an officer of his caliber. But he had years. He knew the old colony's still considered themselves the Twelve Isles, and that they had some military force. As well as that, he had friends in the Traansvals military. Last he heard the Cartwines had been killed. Both the Empress, and the princess. The line had been hunted down. It didn't matter, there was always room for a new regent. Billy looked around his room. It was far larger and nicer than the one he had lived in while in the Isles. Bowler Street was a shit hole, but he would take it over anything right now. Anything to be in his homeland. Soon though, soon he would be back. Billy turned and sat at his desk, taking out a piece of paper and a pen, and began writing.

TO: Jethro Kendi

FROM: Captin Billy Younger, Former Commander Of The Twelve Isles Armored Corp

Dear Mr Kendi,

I would like to open this letter by saying that I fully understand that what I am about to ask is a tall order, but that I feel it must be done anyways. As Im sure is widely know by everyone, the Empire Of The Twelve Isles is no more. At least, its not nearly what it used to be. The Colony's still go by the name, but they are not the Home Isles. But that is not the point, the point is what I ask. I wish to retake the Home Isles. There are many in your nation who remember the invasion, the Blood Cough, and the death of our entire way of life. As a war hero, I have become a celebrity of sorts among those who were from the Isles, and their decedents. I make it a point to try and stay connected with my people, and I can tell you with much certainty that they would gladly lay down their lives to retake the Home Isles.

My request is this. As the strongest ally of the Isles, I hope that you would be willing to assist me in the endeavor of training an army to retake our home. Weapons, armor, food, anything would be appreciated. I know that the Colonial Fleet is still operational, and I would be my hope that you would be able to spent a ship or car to transport me there as well so that I could recruit the people of the colony's. Once again, I must tell you that I would not ask this of your people if it was not a matter of utmost importance to mine. I will understand if you refuse, but It will not stop me from my goal. Just remember that, if the people of my homeland leave without the support of others, and if they fail, it will be on the heads of our allys and not us.

Yours truly, Captain Billy Younger, Former Commander Of The Twelve Isles Armored Corp

From: Verkozen Officiele Jethro Kendi
To: Captain Billy Younger

Hello, Captain.

i remember when news of you and your refugee army entered this country. Despite my words of the cultural children of the Twelve Isles that founded the Bretish Union, which succeeded once in enslaving my people, i still find that the Twelve Isles could be a very useful ally.

We will be willing to supply, arm, and train a new Twelve Isles Military, along with assist them in battle. On one condition.

We request that the Twelve Isles join the Alliance of Republican Nations. And, i also request that you attend a summit of leaders in this Alliance at the Republican Palace.

Also, the Second in Command of the GepantserdKorp, one Gepantserd Luitenant-Bevelvoerder Adams (Sergeant Adams, as i think you know him), has requested to lead the Boer effort to train the Twelve Islander men.

I will also attach all Twelve Islander Vreemdenlegioen (Foreign legion) Regiments to your forces.

Welcome back...