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Postby TurtleShroom » Thu May 02, 2013 7:02 pm

Comrade Commisar wrote:"Such is the actions of a dictator, Oriental man, although I suppose that the blood of the mentality unstable Japanese Dystopia runs through you." Admiral Sharpe stated, "Let us see here, you are going to burn documents in order to intimidate the Scarlet Guard and to force them out of the city, you have successfully cleared the City Council so that you may maintain absolute rule, you are withholding the reasoning of war as to maintain your control, and this all done without the concensus of the peoples of Litlin? Mmm, pardon me, but this sounds quite incredibly suspicious of a tyrant - the likes of which the civilized forces of the Commonwealth are here to prevent."




"With all the infinite wisdom of the world upon your soldiers, Oriental, I ask of you but one thing; how did a rodent get within the manor and infect Lady Red with plague?"

Many of the Scarlet Guard and Turtleshroomers muttered amongst themselves as they wondered the same thing.

"With all the horrid accusations that you have made upon this fine night, I suppose you would know about the whereabouts of such a pest as well, hm?" Sharpe played his checkmate, "There are no rodents within this walled City of Litlin, and as you know, all goods are thoroughly inspected as the walls for contraband as under Turtleshroomian law. Even if, under the slightest possibility there was but a single rat in Litlin, we are within the middle of the sodding desert hundreds of miles away from jungle, swamp, and any other location for disease. Now, I may be rattling sabers here, but alas, you cannot deny that such a plague rat must have had some human involvement, aye?"

"Surely, if the Turtleshroomian peoples are not to blame for this act of aggression against the Commonwealth, you can certainly come up with some other possible explaination as to why Lady Red was inflicted with plague, can you not?" Sharpe smiled victoriously, "Unless, you cannot..."

Sharpe grinned, awaiting the inquiries of the Almagated Chairman on the matter.[/size]



Cephas had the upper hand until here, and yes, ethnic GEIJD were notorious for being more suspectible than other humans for mental illness. Cephas himself was never fully stable, after all. He dropped the lantern as Sharpe ended his accusation.

"I... I..." he lowered his arms as his hands trembled slightly. Placing the contract back in his robes, he handed the lantern to a plague doctor.

"You're right. You're absolutely right. There's no way that rat could have got in. We didn't plant it, and despite what I think of you, your respected troops didn't do it. It had to be planted, but by whom? Only mob syndicates ever sneak in here. I must further my investigation to the matter."


The sun rose over the eastern sky as the breaking of dawn fittingly lit the grounds of Eagles Estate before the newly promoted Admiral.

"I have no further charges against you, Whitey." he said with a slight sneer. "Just don't mess with my city."

The Khek stepped aside and allowed Cephas to leave as the Scarlet Gaurdsmen cheered and hollered for their hero. Plague doctors and officials, meanwhile, scurried in and out of the estate.





{OOC: Fast forward to the present.}


APRIL 10th, 2013 AD

"How is she doing, Doctor?"

"Lady Red is in stable condition. We administered the treatments in time enough to cease the pathogen from overwhelming her weeks ago. It's been a long, painful process with many buboes and even more coughing of blood, just to name the first classic symptoms. She was hit with the might of feudal Europe and pulled through. What a remarkable, lovely woman.
She will make a full and complete recovery!"

The inquirer, the same mushroom that had tended to Lady Red and had discovered the plague infection, smiled as he looked to Lady Red, who nodded and thanked the plague doctor, who smiled underneath all his heavy robes, hazmat protection, and bird mask.

"Miss," the plague doctor added, "You are truly blessed by the Lord to make such a complete recovery. You aren't even crippled. You've dodged a bullet. Truly, God= the Great Physician -wanted to keep you on this earth, and I bet it's all that charity you're doing that may have given Him incentive. Good job; you're a hero of the people."


Lady Red had been used to being in bed by this time, and had begun to undergo rehab to regain her strength from being bedridden for weeks. She was making progress and became able to sit up and walk short distances, though tubes still had to help her when nature called because she couldn't make it.

The Aashinian noble never actually turned purple (the traditionally deadly finale of the disease) and managed to break her one hundred four degree fever in late Februrary, having contracted the disease at month's beginning. Since the plague normally killed in days, this long recovery was seen as miraculous.

"You should be totally plague free and back to normal by May. Today's rehab will begin as soon as you find the strength to walk and once the buboes in your thighs' lymph nodes subside. You'll need to regain your strength, so let's start with our daily excercises. Please, sit up..."


{OOC: CC, this is where we begin the new arcs, including but not limited to everything in the RMB, from the hooks to the Sentinels to the murdered Fire Marshall to everything else. Make sure to link to the RMB posts, as I will do likewise!
This will have you narrate twenty days using RMB posts and beginning exactly in the present time. By May, Lady Red would be cured and walking with a cane, healthy enough to go about herself. That is when the tarp will be lifted and the fun part begin as Eagles Estate is emptied...}
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... and so it continues.

Postby Comrade Commisar » Sat Jun 15, 2013 2:18 am

'The Black Tide of the Sky',
Litlin, Turtleshroom




"Are you certain this shall not end in your execution?"
"Believe me, Miss Nightingale, from the actions that I have witnessed with my very own eyes, execution would be a preferrable method to end this life and into the next."


Months had passed since the events at the Eagles Manor Estate, a great many months. In that time, the crude execution of the Fire Marshall of Litlin had sparked riots in the streets - numberous civilians, policemen, and Scarlet Guards killed - the beginnings of harsh relations between the Commonwealth and the native Turtleshroomian populace of the city. Turtleshroom had recently surrendered within the Gerry Peace Conferences, and a great many were returning from conscription, flooding into a city ruled by terror and fear - not only from the Commonwealth's Scarlet Guard, but also that of their own City Council, paranoid and frightened. Shanty towns had formed outside the city walls, filled with refugees from both the Dark Harvest as well as the purgings of the final remaining remnants of the Tsao Empire within the quickly crumbling Asian Coalition. The city was starting to develope obvious class differences between the natives and the newly arrived refugee populace, not to mention the tensions between the Commonwealth and Turtleshroomers, and this all coupled with the introduction of two incredibly professional 'terrorist groups' adapt in making individuals 'disappear' amongst all parties. Whilst the reign of terror known as the Dark Harvest had ended, the City of Litlin was becoming shrouded within its own era of hysteria and despair.

William Ashburn of the Scarlet Guard had been one of the lucky ones to survive the first outbreaks of violence within this new era of Litlin, many of his fellow Scarlet Guards and other associates had been properly 'lynched by the mob' following the display of the Fire Marshall's mangled corpse above the City Bell Tower. Many checkpoints and garrisons had been overwhelmed by angry civilians armed with petrol bombs and crude weaponry, although under Ashburn's guidence, a great many Scarlet Guards made it to the Cardinal Garrisons of the city wall - of which were greatly more fortified than other areas of the city. Ashburn, effectively the last leading individual following the inability of Lady Red, the resignation of Miss Nightingale, and the reassignment of Admiral Sharpe, had been promoted to Captain - effectively gaining the trust and faith of the Scarlet Guard as well as most of the populace. Of course, Captain Ashburn had some help in quelling Litlin's violent populace, for you see, the faithful Anglican man had made a series of secret dealings with Turtleshroomian agents for himself and his 'female associate', effectively defecting to Turtleshroom and securing a stable, abid rough peace within the city. However, with the recent uprising and the relatively unstable manner the incident was being protrayed within the Commonwealth, it was only a matter of time before the House of Lords would intervene.

This intervention, simply put, was the almighty fury of the Commonwealth Navy, a horrific force unlike the relatively more stable Scarlet Guard. No, this was the same aggressive force that whole-heartedly crushed the Tsao upon their shores, the same deadly group that held the position of Grand Stand, and the same stunning organization that effectedly eliminated piracy upon the Gulf of Dipper within a matter of months for a small period of time. The 'Navy Blues', as they were put, were not under the control of the civilian House of Lords, but were rather their own branch of the Commonwealth merely united underneath the House of Scarlet. Being in the Navy, they did not only dismiss the Scarlet Guard as an 'inferior' land force, but were also better armed, the average Commonwealth mariner armed with a smooth bolt-action rifle that could put an entire line of Scarlet Guards to shame. They were certainly a frightening bunch, and rumors circulated amongst the Scarlet Guard of Litlin over the arrival of these Naval Reinforcements.

Of course, with the multiple failures of previous leaders of Litlin, the Commonwealth Navy was not sending a mere Lieutenant or even a Captain. They were sending a Commodore, a part of the newly formed 'Sky Fleet', the adoptive daughter of High Admiral Amelia Winters - Celia Winters. Not much was known about Celia Winters or the mysterious Sky Fleet of which she belonged, however, much was known about her mother. Ah, the 'mean-eyed' Admiral responsible for the massacre of the Commonwealth Navy upon the Tsao Empire? That Admiral. The same Admiral who had risen within the Commonwealth Navy and was personally leading the charge to exterminate the Tsao in their last fortified cities? That Admiral. The same Admiral who had no qualms about shooting Admiral Aaron Sharpe - 'The Butcher' - in the knee? That Admiral. Many Commonwealth civilians were expecting a horribly effectively leader that would destroy the Litlin insurgents where they stood, the Scarlet Guard expected a ruthless spawn of the Admiral who would regard their lives as filth - as per Commonwealth Navy and Scarlet Guard relations - and the populace of Litlin were completely baffled as to whom this mysterious Commodore was, although the name 'Celia' did spin a few heads throughout the city.

... and the lucky man who had to greet and brief the Commodore upon the situation? Captain William Ashburn of the Scarlet Guard.

Fixing his uniform to house a small tape recorder so 'lovingly' provided by his Turtleshroomian aquaintances, Captain Ashburn found himself almost pampered by the former servant Miss Nightingale as they made sure to make the man look presentable as well as effectively conceal the recording device. The Commonwealth Navy was an incredibly serious group, after all, and even they would no so much as offer a whimper if a general within the Scarlet Guard were to be killed.

"Is it concealed well?" Ashburn asked, attempting to maintain his worry, "Is it at all noticeable?"

"No." Nightingale said softly, looking around, "You look nice, sir, attempt to not worry and you should be fine."

"I hope you are correct, this is the Head Admiral's daughter that is going to maintain Litlin for the next several months. I would not wish to offer false first impressions, would I not?" The Captain said, tying his neckpiece, "Goodness, I forgot my nautical translation of command... is a Captain within the Scarlet Guard about as high in command as a Captain within the Commonwealth Navy?"

"No, nowhere near." Nightingale muttered, her voice almost monotone in reply as she adjusted his neckpiece to a more satisfactory standard.

"Wonderful, hm? I might as well be speaking with Queen Mary Scarlet herself given the circumstances." Ashburn sighed, joking in an attempt to ease his nerves, "Well, how do you suppose the beloved daughter of the Commonwealth Navy shall arrive? I do not remember seeing any bodies of water within the desert, hm?"

Suddenly, almost instantly, the great roaring of propeller engines could be heard within the skies of Litlin, bringing all individuals to stare up towards the heavens. There, the three large shapes of airships could be seen, their mighty engines running heavily as the fluttering blue flag bearing the silver insignia of the navy brought itself into the minds of the peoples of the Commonwealth below. Biplanes ripped past the great airships, also bearing the colors of the Commonwealth, serving themselves as a presentation of force amongst the Litlin populace before landing themselves upon the short, built runways of the airships. Sure, a shotgun may kill a soldier, and a petrol bomb may set a garrison ablaze, but how shall a crudely armed civilian populace present themselves against an armada of airships? This display was meant to halt any notions of revolting again, and certainly, it left an impression upon those of Commonwealth and Turtleshroomian origin alike.

"Goodness! What are those?!" Captain Ashburn said in shock, having never seen such a machine within his life.

"I believe those are what the Commonwealth Navy dubs 'Sky Frigates'." Miss Nightingale stated, pointing towards the largest of all three airships coming to land in Litlin Public Park, "I believe that is your Sky Frigate, Captain Ashburn."

Slowly making its decent into Litlin Public Park, the almighty airship's various chains and armaments made themselves visible to the all-too-curious populace. Heavy gattling guns were mounted throughout the sides of the airship, able to swivel long enough to effectively cover every area of the city, and the large rocket battery ports could launch gunpowder rockets from many miles away before impacting a target. Upon the edges of the ship were the charmisatic black uniforms of the Sky Guards, leaning against the rails of the airship and staring almost intently at the populace gathered around below. Slung over some of their shoulders were the newly invented 'repeating rifle carbines' of the Commonwealth Navy, more commonly known as submachine guns, that effectively did the job of an entire Scarlet Guard platoon combined. A crude instrument that looked more like a tube with a side-loading magazine forged out of salvaged parts, it seemed like an attempt by the Commonwealth to modernize to modern standards, although it was more than effective against a civilian populace armed with petrol bombs and shotguns - and military personel with flintlocks, for that matter.

Landing softly upon the grass of the public park, a squadron of Sky Guards scrambled off the airship, their crude machine guns at the ready. Stepping slowly behind them was none other than the Commodore in question, herself bearing a rather lazy look with her black kepi cap tilted in such a manner that obscured her left eye behind a clumping of soft, blonde hair. She was short, that was for sure, herself standing much shorter than Miss Nightingale - but of course, she outranked everyone present vastly. Running up and saluting, Captain Ashburn was quite swift in attempts to make fond first impressions.

"Lieutenant Ashburn Williams, reporting for duty, sir!" The Captain quickly said, attempting to correct himself after his realization of his various errors, "I mean, uh, Captain now... and it is William Ashburn, not the other way around... oh... goodness..."

Commodore Winters, almost lazily and slothfully walking up to the tall Ashburn, merely looking up at the man as he hastefully scrambled for proper posture and stance in front of a higher ranking officer. Sighing, the Commodore merely shook her head as she addressed the Captain.

"Lieutenant, Captain, Burning Ash Williams, or what may you address yourself as..." The Commodore softly said, barely audible amongst the loud propellers of the airship, "... I don't care for presentations. Just come aboard the ship and address the situation so that the Commonwealth Navy can get things cleared up, and for goodness sake, if you feel the need to monitor the conversation with these awful magnetic tapes, then you may as well invite whoever you were meaning to show these tapes to upon the vessel."

Almost looking at the Commodore in shock, Captain Ashburn peered back to Nightingale and his Turtleshroomian counterparts, absolutely baffled as to how the Commodore could have detected the perfectly hidden tape recorder. Turning back around, the Commodore was already halfway into boarding her own ship, only looking back to see if the Captain was going to follow or continue to make a fool of himself.

"Well, are you coming?" The Commodore asked, "The Sky Frigate is named Fleur - French for flower - and just like a flower, I'm probably going to wilt and die if you keep holding up any longer."

Nodding, the Captain signaled over Miss Nightingale and his Turtleshroomian counterparts, who were quickly escorted inside by the various Sky Guards before rising into the skies aboard the monsterous vessel.

[OOC: Sorry if it seems rather patched up in some places or quick in manner, I'm getting back after so many months of essays, finals, followed by a period of generally doing nothing. I am not exactly going to be precise in the manner of which I formerly typed.]
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Postby TurtleShroom » Tue Jun 25, 2013 6:57 pm

"This is Border Sentry Outpost #8016, reporting all clear. High noon, twelve hundred hours. All is well. Over."

"Roger that, this is Border Control Tower #92, receiving your signal..."

"No, wait! There's somethin' out there..."

The mushroom overseeing the small gathering of Border Patrolmen on the far western Maxtopian/TurtleShroomer border had spotted a "blip" on the creaky WWII radar that served to track incoming and outcoming border traffic. This "blip" grew into several more "blips", with a rapidly increasing sound of incoming items.

The mushroom quickly alerted the nearby border sentry posts and his control tower to the incoming objects. Their speed and perfect straight travel indicated they were aircraft, so they feared for the worst. Were the C'Tan back? Were Menelmeckers here to collect "tribute" by petroleum? Was Urmanian up to no good? The mushroom, wanting to send a clear message, chose the least accented Border Patrolman in his group of five in the sentry post. Ironically, they chose a Tsao immigrant, whose lightly accented English would be recognizable to any Commissariat.

"Attention! You are approaching fifty miles to the TurtleShroom border! In accordance with Land of Power bylaws concerning territorial water and airspace, please respond to this broadcast immediately!"

It was the usual authoritative and commanding tone that even toilet scrubbing Tsao recruits knew how to deliver, and it did wonders for increasing the "intimidation factor" over a radio network that was about the same quality as an Apollo space mission.





MEANWHILE...

Several human figures, cloaked in hooded robes, along with what seemed to be turtles and mushrooms wearing burqa-like blankets, huddled in a very dark room, lit solely by candles the humans were holding.

"We have cleared Litlin of manipulators of the Four Elements of Alchemy, sir. The people are in an uproar over the occupyuing Aashinian forces and fear of a rival group consisting of what we have codenamed Fishermen."

"What of the Star Chamberlains within the Stalker Service?"

"They haven't traced us to anyone."

"Okay. You know the rest. Confiscate every piece of material relating to that cartoon. We can not allow its spread, they're imitating it."





{OOC: This pre-dates the arrival of naval forces from the Aashinian Commissariat.}

LITLIN CITY HALL...

"They have BLIMPS?!" Cephas shouted, as the briefing from the border line reached way.

"Well, they ain't technically blimps, Honorable Chairman."

"Yeah yeah, zeppelins. I know."

Cephas pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Why were they allowed through?"

"Obligations from the Steele Pact." replied the small turtle. "They stated they were transporting a key military figure in the governmental aspect of their force for diplomatic reasons. They want to meet Three Star Admiral Ashburn."

"He hasn't been sworn into the TurtleShroomer military yet. Why have we started calling him that? Wait, I thought he wasn't going to be over one star."

"That changed when the national spies heard about their Navy's new tricks, including these blimps."

"The zeppelins are from the Aashinian Commissariat?"

"That's what intel's sayin', yep."

"Well, we have no choice." replied Cephas, sternly. "They must be allowed to enter. Send Admiral Ashburn to them. Bug him head to toe."

"The feds have already beat the City to it. The Spy and Stalker Service, the Almagated District, and the administrative cops all cooperated into one tape."

"Ah. Well, all we have to do now is wait..."





IN EAGLES ESTATE...

"Lady Red, savior of the poor and aider of the downtrodden... please come forward."

Lady Red had recovered from the bubonic plague with little more than a heavy lamp (which demanded a cane), weakened vision, and the inability to run. Early detection of the virus and emergency response spared her of any truly ruinous damage.

Cardinal Icfella, along with the top staffers of the Holy Compassion Board and representatives from the Southern Baptist Convention applaused as Lady Red stood before them proudly.

"The Holy Compassion Board is proud to bestow upon you, a Title of Nobility, honoring your selfless sacrifice and willingness to clothe the needy, feed the starving, house the homeless, and otherwise make TurtleShroom a better place."

{OOC: I do not have the resources to depict what the chain/necklace looks like, so I'll get a picture tomorrow.}

A large, heavy chain of pure gold was held up for Lady Red to observe. Its medallion, also of gold, depicted a caricature of a shanty building made of wood and with a tin roof. The necklace looked like it weighed several pounds. The good Cardinal took the left hand of the thick chain as the President of the TurtleShroom National Southern Baptist Convention took the chain on the right. Together, they hoisted it above the good Aashinian heroine as she lowered her head in respect.

"We, ecumenically representing just some of Christendom in TurtleShroom, are truly humbled to bestow you the title of Slum Lord, and all of the authority, compensation, rewards, and privelages with it."


"Slum Lady Red, please rise, and accept our gifts to your charitable causes."

Lady Red was surprised to see a large casino treasure chest wheeled out by two mushrooms in valet suits and bowties. They opened it, revealing stacks of silver and gold inside.

"The Gambling industry of TurtleShroom and the Ministry of the Storehouse-", the Compassion Board's spokesman paused for a photo-op with the gambling valets as a man held up the flash powder for a camera, "-are humbled to present the equivalent of one million five hundred thousand $US Dollars in pure silver and gold for the furtherance of any charitable cause of your choosing, and..."

The valet pulled a rolled up paper out of his vest's pocket.

"Your choice of ten acres from any unowned, state-owned, Church-owned, or bank-foreclosed property in TurtleShroom for your own use and leisure."


The non-ordained creatures bowed before her as the two Church representatives shook her hand gently.

"God has truly blessed you with compassion and love. Your heart breaks for the cause of our poor, and you have shown the whole country what being a Christian truly means. We can not thank you enough for your courage, Slum Lady Red. Welcome to the Holy Order of Slum Lords. This title is heriditary to the firstborn among your offspring."

With the ceremony ended, they exited the room, leaving Lady Red with her newfound wealth, land, and the heavy necklace that they had suspended over her shoulders.
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Postby Comrade Commisar » Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:05 pm

Commonwealth Navy Sky Frigate 'Fleur'
Hours Earlier, Turtleshrooman Border




"Attention! You... fifty miles to the TurtleShroom border! In... with Land of... concerning territorial water... airspace, please respond... immediately!"

The incredibly butchered radio message arrived on the Sky Frigate 'Fleur' within minutes of its arrival, laced heavily with static, and barely audible on the Commonwealth Navy's radios. However, from what was made out, the accent, the method of speech, and other factors, the Commonwealth was less than impressed at the specticle. There was obviously a Tsao individual on the other end of the wireless radio, within Turtleshroom's borders, requesting for Commonwealth information of why they were there. Of course, the Sky Guard was less than content with the whole turn of scenarios, for it merely confirmed what they initially had suspicions about - The Turtleshroomers had been interfering with the Commonwealth's actions, and this was less than acceptable.

However, the issue was still at hand. It was well known that the Turtleshroomers had quite the grouping of rail artillery lying about, and of course, with no understanding of why the Commonwealth was there, the paranoid Turtleshroomers would have no issue firing at the massive gunships. The Commonwealth Navy, while having no issue with returning rocket barrages at the Turtleshroomers, however, were carrying that of Commodore Celia Winters - the High Admiral's daughter - and they knew that if even so much as a hair of her head were to be unjustly clipped by a disgusting group such as the Turtleshroomers, hell would have to be paid. Therefore, after getting the more terrifying Ensign the Sky Frigate had at the time, and adjusting the radio frequencies to match that of the Turtleshroomers, the Commonwealth responded accordingly.

"Stand down, Tsao dog! This is a diplomatic mission with a high ranking Commonwealth official on board! Any acts of aggression shall be taken directly as an act of war against the Commonwealth, and we shall respond with immediate force! Unless you wish to have the wrath of the entire Commonwealth and the entire North Lands on your shoulders, I suggest you quickly return to your pitiful mud pits, you dog!"

The transmission came forth with a horrid aggressiveness and authority, riddled in the accent of a Germanic Sky Guard's tongue. Of course, it was well-known that the Commonwealth Navy was slightly less Anglo-Saxon and slightly more Germanic, but to the Tsao especially, they would know that the Commonwealth Navy was not the kind of entity to thread lightly. Afterall, these were the people who waged war against the militaristic Tsao - and won. The people who razed and destroyed entire Tsao villages on the mainland, who blew up Tsao military fortifications against the sea, and who eliminated the Tsao high command in a single slash. The Commonwealth Navy that was now in the Asian Coalition, destroying the absolute last of the Tsao regiments and divisions with unparallel swiftness - and the Commonwealth Navy that was now flying into Turtleshroom.





Commonwealth Navy Sky Frigate 'Fleur',
Litlin, Turtleshroom


"Careful about stepping on those chains, or touching the supports, or anything looking metallic for that matter." The young Commodore said softly, walking towards her quarters, "Some of the things on the Fleur are electrified, and if you're not trained properly, they will kill you - zap, dead."

Walking across the slowly rising, chain-laced deck of the Sky Frigate 'Fleur', Captain Ashburn, Miss Nightingale, and some Turtleshroomers who had been dragged along could see the technological marvels that the Commonwealth Navy had seemingly perfected. The heavy gattling guns were certainly a new for that of Ashburn, a member of the severely lagging Scarlet Guard, and the new rocket batteries on the Sky Frigate could level an entire platoon or three before they even had the chance to get within firing range. The crew were somewhat impressive as well, dressed sharply in black leather fatigues for the cold weather at high altitudes, donning their new side-loading repeating rifle carbines that any Turtleshroomer would know as a submachine gun, and some leaning on the railings as the ship was slowly ascending, seemingly not even concerned at the fact that they could plummet to their death at any moment. Even the fact that the massive piece of machinery being able to lift itself into the sky upon its own power was stunning to the absolutely bewildered Ashburn, who stared at the massive spinning propeller turbines mounted on small frame wings protruding itself out to the sides of the machine. It was this kind of scientific prowess that was present nowhere else in the Commonwealth, and generally, any Commonwealth citizen would be stunned in the sheer awesomeness of it all.

The Turtleshroomers, on the other hand, were rather more startled and worried about the technological strides the Commonwealth had made in such a short time without their notice. The Sky Frigates were unknown to the Turtleshroomers before the Battle of the Braddock Line, and even then, they were of great mystery per the fact that once they lifted from the heavily guarded skyports of Grandstand, they seemingly never needed to land - this was the first ever observation of them up close and personal, this would probably be the only observation this close. The Sky Guard worried them as well, and the fact that many of them were donning automatic weapons when the most modernized weapon in the Scarlet Guard was a rifled flintlock was certainly indicative of their status in the Commonwealth Navy. Many of them had satchels for ammunition, although from glipses, the Turtleshroomers could see many lengths of coiled chains dangling out of some satchels - what were those for? Their observations were constantly interrupted by the piercing gazes of the Sky Guards, who were less than content with the fact that those filthy Turtleshroomers were on their proud vessel so closely to the Commodore.

"Home, sweet home..." The Commodore muttered, stopping at one of the heavy metal doors to turn the valve and open it, "Come inside, wipe your feet, find someplace to sit or something."

Commodore Winter's quarters were quite impressive, with the quarters being a mix of her actual quarters and office. The entire interior was paneled with stained wood, with many bolted chairs and couches, bookcases filled with books on scientific topics and the works of the brothers Grimm, and filing cabinets filled with official documents scattered throughout the room. At one end was that of the Commodore's desk, professionally crafted in Grandstand from Yue pine, with that of a Turtleshroomian English to Commonwealth English dictionary opened on the table. The other end of the room was that of a small bed, sloppily made - which would probably explain why the Commodore looked a little... dazed. It was a nicely crafted and furnished room, although the fact that it was wired with electric lighting that came on and off at a switch's notice consumed a majority of Ashburn's initial interest.

Moving to sit at her desk, the young Commodore removed her kepi and leaned back, inviting that of Ashburn and Nightingale to sit across from her while the others were to sit somewhere in the room. Smiling somewhat softly, the Commodore took the honor and began the conversation.

"So, Mister Burning Ash, as you know, the Commonwealth Navy is very busy in pretty much all matters right now, from war to arguing in the House of Lords to, ah yes, managing this city. We are a very busy family, and it would be appreciated if you would just inform me about the current situation so the Commonwealth Navy can jump right into clearing things up, hm?" The young Commodore smiled, something that her mother was very infamous for not doing, easing Captain Ashburn somewhat as he nodded accordingly.

"Well, Commodore Winters, the current situation is that the Scarlet Guard has been somewhat cut in number, although we have made up for the losses by securing civil order within the city. Currently, I am the leading individual in charge of operations within Litlin, following the occurance of illness upon that of the honorable Lady Red, madam." Ashburn stated accordingly, "Before me, that of Admiral Sharpe was horridly maintaining the situation within the city, with tensions increasing to incredibly violent standards before he was reassigned by the Commonwealth Navy, with tensions overflowing and violence occuring slowly after. Um, for what it is worth, I applaud the actions of your mother in discliplining Admiral Sharpe, madam."

The Commodore nodded, opening a drawer in her desk and pulling out a report by the Commonwealth Navy for confirmation. Reading through, she nodded a few times, confirming Ashburn's claims.

"Could you also tell me about a... Chairman Cephas?" Commodore Winters asked, "It says within the records of the Commonwealth Navy that he has caused... issues... in the past. Would you care to inform me more about him?"

"Um, of course, Commodore Winters..." Ashburn said, peering back at his Turtleshroomian friends, "Chairman Cephas is the current Chairman of Litlin's City Council. He has been absolutely instrumental in assisting the Commonwealth within the introduction of civilized culture within Litlin, and has been incredibly helpful. He is from that of the former Greater Japanese Empire, which has been benefitual as to convincing the influx of Tsao refugees into the city to open their minds to civilization."

The Commodore peered up from her papers, looking at Ashburn for a short time before smiling and placing them away.

"So be it, Captain Burning Ash. I have everything I need to know for now, although I may need your help in the future in case anything else comes up." Commodore Winters smiled, "Now, erm, I know that the Scarlet Guard and the Commonwealth Navy are not exactly what you would call... 'the best of friends'... but if you could kindly have your officers understand that the Commonwealth Navy are the leading authority in Litlin for the while, then that would be wonderful."

"Of course, Commodore." Ashburn nodded, "Anything you need of course. The Turtleshroomers, the Scarlet Guard, and myself would be more than honored to aid the Commonwealth Navy in bringing civilization to Litlin."

"Of course." The Commodore smiled, "I shall speak to you later, Burning Ash, and as for those magnetic tapes of yours, if you leave them here for me to dispose of, then we will forget the whole situation, alright?"

Captain Ashburn nodded in confirmation as he took the wiretap and placed it on the Commodore's desk.

"Thank you, Burning Ash, dismissed." Commodore Winters nodded, as Ashburn rose up, "If you wait outside on the deck with the other officers, we shall land very shortly within Litlin Park - thank you for your time."

Exitting the Commodore's quarters with Miss Nightingale and his Turtleshroomian friends, Ashburn nodded in confirmation as he closed the heavy steel door behind him. Jumping lazily on her bed, Commodore Winters merely sighed as she tiredly rubbed her face against her pillow.

"Goodness, that Scarlet attempted to come off as so chivalrous and trustworthy, feeding me lies and misinformation. He even came in with those horrid magnetic tapes as well..." The Commodore said, rewinding and playing back the tapes just to be presented with heavy, unreadable static, "... they never seem to work. Ah well, I'll contact Grandstand in the morning or something, file my reports later..."
A complete mess of a nation known in-character as the 'North Lands'; populated by pious priestesses, wandering mercenaries, violent bandits, and various internal power struggles. Be careful of who you deal with.

Basically, a decentralized feudalistic society ranging anywhere between medieval and interwar.

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Postby TurtleShroom » Sun Jun 30, 2013 6:30 pm

It wasn't that the tech was advanced. It wasn't that the technology was unseen in their country. These were all weapons that actually pre-dated TurtleShroomer abilities. They apparently resembled the technology around World War One, where automated weapons and the like had come into commonplace usage. This was all technology that even the ramshackle warriors of TurtleShroom's militia, much less its professional soldeirs, were both allowed to use and versed in their use. A weaponized society like TS expected these arms defendign houses as much as battlefields, so that wasn't the shock.

No, what blew the minds of the TurtleShroomer "guests" was their rapid advancement. The Scarlet Guard didn't even have weapons that fired on a fully automated rate. Powder had to be kept dry and loaded in before firing the bullets. Cannons were the artillery and the pinnacle of martial tech was a boat with sheets of iron screwed on. This antiquity gave TurtleShroom the clear military advantage, but with a navy able to reach a doubly landlocked realm and bare the ancestors of Cold War weapons of TurtleShroomer knowledge, the scales were rapidly balancing. All of this was accomplished in mere years. It took TurtleShroom five decades to reach just a slight advancement of Aashinia's technological prowess, and the most recent incarnation of automated weapons were because of Tsao refugees and blueprints.

The Commissariat Navy's weapons had a decisively western European influence, while all of TurtleShroom's arms were adapted from the Warsaw side of the Cold War, and even when TS spit on Soviet Russia, they still preferred their arms. The civilians didn't know too much about the history of TS weaponry, but they knew that each side of the Iron Curtain had their own distinct look, and that the Aashinians were duct taping and squishing together a version from the west. (The turtles and mushrooms wondered if that was going to make for racial tension amongst the white humans, who, frankly, looked all the same.)


Looking at the two nation's humans, the turtles and mushrooms couldn't really see much difference in the humans, both friend and foe. While the Tsao and Oriental humans were dramatically distinguishable from the whites, from white to white or Tsao to other Asians, they made no difference.
Sure, the most detailed analysises gave minor details like hair color or eye color, height and weight, shoulder broadness and skeletal differences, but nothing that made one of the males more manly and one less.

This entire thing was getting frightening. All three species of TurtleShroom were in awe at the sterady march of Comrade Commissariat technology. They had gone from the pre-Napoleanic Era to World War One in a year, and had hidden it until right now. Everyone made as many observations of everything they possibly could, preparing their reports back to everyone that would welcome them back on the ground.

That in its own hand was unnerving: no one in TurtleShroom flew except government officials. The TurtleShroomers refused to look down.
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