Divided Future: Roleplay [INVITE ONLY / IC preferred]

by **Old North Fish** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:39 am

The future of a bloody past, stained with the remnants of wars, coups, assassinations, revolt.

Throughout the eons of time, the Emperor's Harem, Polar Bear Hot Springs, Most Secret Region of Secretness, War Administration Region, the Free Interstellar Republic

Alliances and betrayals had formed, re-formed and then disintegrated in the bowels of eternity. The region had, for almost two centuries, been under the control of the Holy Interstellar Imperium of the Fifth Dominion, and the Free Interstellar Republic which followed it. But now, nationalist sentiments stir, as the peoples of the region tire of Fifth Dominion rule. It is time for a new nation to become the dominant power of the region, and consign the Fifth Dominion to the textbooks of history.

The year is now 2292.

It has been two years since the start of the Fishian Restoration - where the State of the Old North Fish rebelled against the Federal Government of the Free Interstellar Republic and re-established its monarchy.

The three eastern States of Alvojne, Falshi and Alquells have come out in open rebellion and have united into a single nation once more - the Alfalshian Realm, or Alfalshi for short. Led by the charismatic, fiery orator Dolfov Itlar, the Alfalshians are ready to rapidly expand westwards.

The Free Interstellar Republic must now wage a war on two fronts, the north and the east, while also preventing any more uprisings from the remaining States. Meanwhile, it may be possible to bring in additional reinforcements from the Republic's stellar empire, should the need arise.

Throughout all this, the Celestial Empire of Iievius has kept contact with the other factions minimal, ever since their exile from the Old World. They now control a large galactic territory, though there are doubts about the available manpower to defend it adequately, if at all.

The major players are now edging towards their final destinies................

The Free Interstellar Republic:
The Fifth Dominion is the common name for the F.I.R. A successor to a tradition of dominating the continent, the Fifth Dominion has been called different things during its long history. The Fifth Dominion of the Great Imperial Empire, being called so because it was the fifth land to be conquered, out of nine. The Holy Empire of the Fifth Dominion, when the Great Imperial Empire fell apart and the Fifth Dominion attempted to conquer the Empire's former territories. The Holy Interstellar Imperium of the Fifth Dominion, when most of the continent was finally under Dominion rule, and when the first planets were colonised, before becoming the Free Interstellar Republic, following a revolution. From here, the Fifth Dominion, while being the founding member of the Republic, ceased to be a dominant force, simply becoming another constituent State of the Republic, with a few Dominionite Presidents here and there. Now, the Republic seems to be falling apart, and the Dominion must work to preserve it, lest they become enslaved to another nation.....

The Celestial Empire of Iievius:
The current incarnation of a technologically powerful and expansive Empire, Iievius was exiled from the Old World following heated disputes and a collective decision. Since 2076, during the formation of the Free Interstellar Republic, Iievius has moved forwards, with much progress in culture, technology, and medical/space research - areas where other nations of its class remained relatively stagnant and secure in the Old World. Iievius is a major interstellar technology power and controls over 130 star-systems in the galaxy, inhabiting 48 and continuing to develop 84 more. Iievius first originated in the region of the Emperor's Harem, but has since abandoned what is known as the "Old World" for greater, higher things.

The Tau Sept of Fal'shia:
Fal'shia was once one of the superpowers of the world, but collapsed during the last war, becoming a member state of the Free Interstellar Republic. They are now about to undertake on a quest to achieve self - autonomy from the FIR after more than two centuries of being a state, on the conditions of signing a Free Trade Agreement and a Military Alliance. This will allow them to reactivate its once almighty military forces to defend against the oncoming Fishian Empire.

The Kingdom of Old North Fish:
Old North Fish began as a small civilisation along the banks of the ancient Metrofah River. Old Caveman Scalebump had taken up residence in the largest cave. The centuries began to slowly take up the motion, and, before long, the first established and developed Kingdom of Old North Fish came into being in the 21st century. Diplomacy was its motto, and weak was its leader, subjecting the struggling nation to various superpowers surrounding it. The Quinmillian line, abolished in the early 23rd century, was despised as being the dogs of the nation, as well as Elder Dennesleigh, known behind his back as the "Crooked Phallicus". It was not long until Old North Fish, too, was placed under the ironfist rule of the Republic, its rise in the 2070s. But truly, it was President Aster who took up the slack and began issuing a series of radical reforms which transformed Old North Fish into an established and well-run military, economic and interstellar nation.

The Republic of Alfalshi:
Alfalshi was once a medium-sized power located in the Eastern 'poultryhead' regions. Having a strong foothold on the eastern coasts and the famous forts governing the gateway to further islands, Alfalshi was strong. However, in the time of the Great Schism, Alfalshi was subject to many a battle and, as a result, its expansive territories dwindled, with neighbouring nationstates such as Vojne and Inquells spreading further north and pushing Alfalshi towards to northeastern coasts. A few more centuries later, Alfalshi was torn apart yet again by the consummation of the Free Interstellar Republic, predicating Alfalshi to a Republican government. Split into three politcally and geographically separate entities, but united in culture, ethnicity and lifestyle, morale of Alvojne, Alquells and Falshi was at an all-time low. This changed when revolt was once more imminent as political radicalism and the largely popular nationalism rose and Itlar Dolfov came onto the world stage. Alfalshi was re-united, and the formation of the once glorified Alfalshian Empire began to take shape once more.

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:54 am

CLASSIFICATION: Secret, BETA-5 access ONLY - addressed to President Donovan

Sir.
The situation is most dire. The Fishian Royal War has torn apart our Republic, with Old North Fish and Alfalshi actively rising up against us, and taking some of our more productive States, including Hoppity Jump, Vojne and the eastern parts of Fal shia. The Alfalshians have taken the Free Fire Zone, though, thankfully, all our projects based there were destroyed as all personnel evacuated. As of the 21st of April, 2292, the date on which I will submit this report, our territories consist of:

The Grand Fourth Dominion - which is an important industrial asset
Inquells - a State known for its agricultural production
The Southern Zones - which contain particularly important military bases and provide food for the rest of the continent
Davatria - though you may be offended by this suggestion, Sir, they are only under our control on paper. As far as they are concerned, they are fully independent.
Fal shia - our most threatened sector, with the Fishians rapidly encroaching upon it. We can at the most hold everything west of the Has'ara, but unless reinforcements are sent, we will risk losing it all
Aerinoth - the site of many military bases, Aerinoth is rather secure

Economically speaking, we are doing rather well, though we must expect rather heavy tensions as we step up for full-scale warfare. I suggest that we increase troop concentrations in the Grand Fourth Dominion, Fal shia and the Southern Zones.

May victory be ours,

Cody H. Kennedy

INCOGNITO member of a certain enemy government

by **Nationalist Alfalshi** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 1:22 am

Itlar Dolfov stepped out onto the balcony once more, gesturing to the crowds to be silent.

"My dear flends. I tell you, today, Alfalshi vill conquer! "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sveat. Today, ve vill fight on the beaches, on the hills, VE SHALL NEVER SURRENDER."

QIEL! (dammit, zis arm is bugging me!)

The people cheered, broke into applause, and in one movement, chorused "QIEL" in response to their benefactor, their saviour, their ITLAR!

by **Iievius** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 1:30 am

The gargantuan Atlas11-model space carrier seemed to be floating, high above the pale ice-white sphere below it, serene and undisturbed by the hustle and bustle that seemed to be present in every place but space. Hanging above the planet, it seemed like just another star waiting for its time. A grouping of smaller ships around it seemed to be hard at work, buzzing around it with a strange and frenetic energy like bees protecting a hive.

One of these, a cruiser, large by the standards of its class but paling in comparison to the giant vehicle it protects, sweeps down, like a hawk, and enters a small alcove, phasing through a rippling blue field of energy and slipping into the airlock. Bold blue lettering is prominent on it's starboard side, stamped across it's flank with pride. The ship, gleaming with a metallic sheen of shining silver, seems aptly named, as the letters converge into proud words and a name, The Silver Quasar.

The landing bay seems wide, open and empty, but its expansive size belies the amount of people in the seemingly small crowd that greets the ship. Upwards of a thousand people shuffle around near some large transport boxes and gas tanks, fidgeting with cufflinks and stamping their feet around. At last, a small hiss, and seamless panel near the bottom of the ship dissolves into nothing, replaced by a clearly visible blue field. The crowd stops shuffling. Behind the semi-opaque field of ocean blue, figures can be seen, and soon a ladder extends. The shapes and sizes of the figures suddenly clarify, features coming into sharp definition as they make their way out from behind the shield.

The King steps, down onto the hard, metallic floor. The planet Noryol is still visible below, eternally frozen in a flower of frost.

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by **The Fifth Dominion** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 1:41 am

In the Southern Zones and the Grand Fourth Dominion, and additional two armies each were deployed alongside the one army based in each State. Additionally, each reserve army was put on high alert, and anti aircraft guns were reactivated, and Fleets maneuvered into positions above each State to defend against an attack. The 7th Army, based in Fal shia, was ordered to withdraw to the western bank of the Has'ara.

Meanwhile, in ONF

Paladin Summers assessed the members of her strike team: Paladin Endon was a skilled, if a little hot-headed second-in-command. Knight Evans was the team sniper, and he never missed a shot. Initiate Adarash VII was a descendant of a legendary Paladin, though he had little of the skills to show any connections to the original Paladin Adarash. Initiate Travers was a silent, but deadly heavy weapons operator. Their mission was to disrupt the Fishian maglev system. The Paladin Insurgents, as the Fishian media called them, prepared their charges and got ready to make a hole in the Metroscale-Vanguarda line.

by **Iievius** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 2:01 am

Davinius, the Sixth of that name, and the current Emperor of Iievius, paced forwards and shook hands politely with the captain of the ship, his retainers and personal guard only a few steps behind him like shadows with substance.

Davinius interrupted the captain of the ship quickly, before the man began the long and arduous process of exchanging pleasantries, determined to get the job done. "It is my pleasure to be here, Captain Lors, but we are here on matters of business, are we not?"

The captain falters a little before speaking up, not prepared for the bluntness that Davinius was famous for.

"Of course, your majesty. If you follow me to the hoverpods, we can be away at the bridge to discuss plans within minutes."

Davinius nods, pleased, and turns in order to wave at the cheering crowds, before lifting himself up into the large, open hoverpod and motioning towards the driver. The hoverpod seems to lift up off the ground a little higher for a split-second, and suddenly the thrusters at the back glow a bright blue and the King speeds off, followed closely by his guards, as always.

by **Old North Fish** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 2:03 am

22nd April 2292, METROSCAPOLIS PALACE

King Bourbon II strode down the corridor and flung open the doors of the room. "I am here!", he bellowed across the three military personnel, assembled there. An almost tangible sigh of relief brought the Emperor's eyebrows up a fraction. He sat heavily and nodded to the secretary, who handed him a pile of documents.

General Plimsoll rose from his chair, and began to drone monotonously. "The 1st army is doing quite well. The Corps, from the first to the fourth, are training in the states. We have maintained the Auxiliary Aerial Fleet, and the Scouts, Shuttle, Supplier triad is still viable for military use.

General Tyson of the 2nd Army raised his head from its slumber. He demanded angrily about this...AAF. The King wearily replied, "The 1st Army, 3rd Army, 9th Army and the 15th Army have the most experienced veterans. They have earned this. Plimsoll, care to explain to this flustered young man?" Plimsoll sighed as he outlined that the Triad had separate functions, but acted as a united force. The biggest of them all is the Shuttle ships, followed by the Supplier ships and the Scouts. All three of them are able to enter low-earth orbit to perform their functions and are capable of warfare, save the Supplier ships which have limited ammunition and capabilities due to its main function being supply.

"And what is the specific weaponry used?". Plimsoll was getting annoyed. He rather tightly continued, "The deployment of Trident and Vanguard (the larger) missiles are common across all of the Auxiliary Fleet. That is all, Emperor, may I have a word at lunch?". He sat down, downed his glass, and left the room, clearly angry.

The King shrugged his shoulders and commanded all to leave. As he reclined back in his Main Royal Quarters, Bourbon received a communique from Marshal Jones, the official military tactician.

Bourbon pounded his fist at the table, shouting in disgust at those filthy Alfalshians. He quickly sent for a message to Jones, stating that the 1st Reserve Army was to march south and reinforce the camps of the fifth and sixth armies.

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 2:59 am

The deed was done. Paladin Summers turned and took in the view of the smoldering crater which had appeared where the maglev line used to be. She then resumed climbing up the hill, noticing how hard it was to walk up a gentle slope. Power armour made things too easy. To avoid attention they had decided to operate in civilian clothing. Not to mention that their armour had been destroyed during the Fishian assault on the Scalaw chapter house......

by **Davatria** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 3:36 am

The armoured car lay smouldering gently on the road. Ri "Phantom Lancer" Maka and his troop of Davatrian militia walked over to the heap of twisted metal and quickly began extracting the notes from the vehicle. "A bit light today sir!" piped up one of the new Lance Corporals. "Nevermind" said Ri. "The republic is too focused on the war in Fal'shia to care about tax collecting in Davatria". "Squad, lets get this loot back to the capital" casually burying another desolator mine on the road.

In Castle Impal Chi Ajoi II glared at the republican diplomat. "This is preposterous! How can we possibly sustain my people with such pathetic welfare payments?" The diplomat stuttered "Well to be fair milord, we have not acctually recieved any ta--" "Exactly!""We need more welfare to keep those criminal scumbags of the roads, and to stop your precious taxes from being raided!"

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 4:00 am

President Donovan signed executive order no. 6983: the immediate mobilisation and deployment of the Davatrian militia to the front. On his desk was another document: the 2292 Annual Report. The Davatrians thought they were independent?! We shall see whether they disobey an executive order or not!

Metroscale

The Paladin Insurgents were in a small pub in a run-down back alley, having been contacted by another survivor group of Paladins. Paladin Summers sipped her beer, then immediately regretted it. The pub wasn't exactly known for its masterful drinks, the the beer must've been half-brewed. More like barley soup. She looked up when the ancient wooden door creaked open, its rusty hinges making an ear-splitting screech, and letting in a gust of the cold wind. Four figures entered the room, wearing raincoats dripping wet from the stormy weather outside. The foremost of them scanned the room, and upon making eye contact with Paladin Summers, made a slight nod then moved to a stool next to Summers'. The other figures followed and sat. They ordered various things, such as beer, croquettes, and even grilled prawn. The figures then unhooded themselves, and Paladin Summers immediately recognised them as Paladin Vega, Grand Knight Uberto, Scribe Abel, and Initiate Brock. It would seem that there were more Paladins who had survived then Summers had previously believed......

by **Nationalist Alfalshi** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 11:20 pm

The morning light streamed onto the dewy grass as columns of men, stretching far and wide, with spick uniforms, stood at attention. Marshal Skeloo of the 2nd Army Force slowly walked to and fro, his junior officers inspecting the rows behind...

10 hours later, they were close to the borders of Fio'taun, a southern state of the Republic which Itlar had his eyes upon. The Army itself was a sight to behold. With 6,400,000 soldiers and 2,700,000 reserve and medical personnel, they were to march upon the Fiotaunis before sunrise.

Scout parties went ahead whilst the Alfalshian 2nd Army camped along the southern borders of the Realm.

Meanwhile, back in Itlar's fortress, the Report on the Realm had been submitted, but spittle was forming around the nationalist leader's mouth. He yelled, "You bastards! I should have liquidated you all!!!". He sent them out and pondered the situation.

Alfalshi's total population came to around 2,600,000,000 (2.6 billion). This was measly compared to the Republic. Adding to this, the economy was weakening, local arms manufacturing had slumped, and the people's morale had stabilised at a sub-average level. However, government funding was up 3% to 24% in defence. That was good. But not good enough...

A sharp rap at the door brought Itlar's head up again. He shouted at the door, "Gentlemen, enter!", shaking his head sullenly. "You called, O Leader?". "I want a siege economy activated - all occupations are to be reset to Armed Forces, Government services, Medical services and Arms Manufacturing. NOW!". The man meekly scurried out of the room. Itlar's rage had reached critical levels. This meant that the military forces amounted to 7% of the total population, which was 182,000,000 active troops. This was...enough. For now.

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Wed Nov 14, 2012 11:52 pm

Republican Monitoring Station 5873, atmosphere above Fiotaun 0348 Hours

The Ensign was performing a routine checkup on the status along the Alfalshian-Republican Border, when suddenly, he spotted a camp that stretched for 15 miles along the Half-Twig River. He realised that the Alfalshians were invading and quickly beamed a transmission to the Federal Government, Fiotaunian Government and the 8th Army, based in Fiotaun......

8th Army Headquarters, Aun'vre't'au'fio'retha
General Max was stirred from his slumber by his aide. He was about to berate the man, but then realised that the man was holding out a transmitter to him. General Max received it and listened to the excited voice of a Naval Ensign warning of an incoming attack. The General, now alarmed, quickly rushed out of his quarters, and down the stairs, into the Operations Room. The 8th Army had scattered bases all around Fiotaun. It was time to assemble the Army, but that would take time, at least 2 hours. He then noted the two closest formations to the Alfalshian Border - the Border Defence Division and the 78th Tank Division. That gave him around 50,000 men: 30,000 infantry, 3,000 tanks and 4,000 artillery to hold the Alfalshians at bay while the rest of the 8th Army assembled and prepared to counterattack. Though, given the Alfalshians' huge number, it would probably take them just as long to form up, as well.

REPORT TO THE GOVERNMENT

1st Army - Deployed in the Southern Zones
2nd Army - Deployed in the Grand Fourth Dominion
3rd Army - Deployed in the Southern Zones
4th Army - Deployed in the Grand Fourth Dominion
5th Army - Destroyed, replaced by the 13th Reserve Army
6th Army - Deployed in the Southern Zones
7th Army - Deployed in Fal shia
8th Army - Deployed in Fiotaun
9th Army - Deployed in the Grand Fourth Dominion
10th Army - Deployed in Inquells
11th Army (RESERVE) - Aerinoth
12th Army (RESERVE) - Fal shia
13th Army - Deployed in Inquells
14th Army (RESERVE) - Inquells
15th Army (RESERVE) - the Grand Fourth Dominion
16th Army (RESERVE) - the Southern Zones
17th Army (RESERVE) - Fiotaun
18th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
19th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
20th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
21st Army (RESERVE) - Reach
22nd Army (RESERVE) - Reach
23rd Army (RESERVE) - Reach
24th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
25th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
26th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
27th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
28th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
29th Army (RESERVE) - Reach
30th Army (RESERVE) - Reach

Active Armies in bold, destroyed Armies italicised and reserve Armies plain

by **Fal shia** » Thu Nov 15, 2012 1:30 am

Telegram to Abel S. Cain:

"Most Righteous and Honourable President Cain,
It has been two centuries since our great nation became a part of your mighty republic. Your nation was most generous in providing us with semi - autonomy as a Self Administered Region of the Free Interstellar Republic. However, we feel that recent events are reminiscent of the horrible wars that have destroyed our world in the past. And it is for this reason that I ask for Fal'shia's complete self autonomy from the republic. Of course, we will negotiate the terms of this split, such as an obvious free trade agreement, which we propose to be called the FSFIRFTA (Fal'shia Free Interstellar Republic Free Trade Agreement) and a military alliance, effective immediately, such that our reactivated military will help the republic drive the Fishian onslaught from our lands and your borders. To prevent any sabotage through network communications, I am sending my personal diplomat, Leader Si'Gonng in person to negotiate the terms of this agreement. He will be accompanied by an honour guard of the Fire caste. Remove their weapons as you will, they mean you no harm. I patiently await your reply.
Chief Arq'tak, Premier of the 11th Emerald Republican Sept of Fal'shia"

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Thu Nov 15, 2012 1:33 am

Fal shia wrote:Telegram to Abel S. Cain:
"Most Righteous and Honourable President Cain,
It has been two centuries since our great nation became a part of your mighty republic. Your nation was most generous in providing us with semi - autonomy as a Self Administered Region of the Free Interstellar Republic. However, we feel that recent events are reminiscent of the horrible wars that have destroyed our world in the past. And it is for this reason that I ask for Fal'shia's complete self autonomy from the republic. Of course, we will negotiate the terms of this split, such as an obvious free trade agreement, which we propose to be called the FSFIRFTA (Fal'shia Free Interstellar Republic Free Trade Agreement) and a military alliance, effective immediately, such that our reactivated military will help the republic drive the Fishian onslaught from our lands and your borders. To prevent any sabotage through network communications, I am sending my personal diplomat, Leader Si'Gonng in person to negotiate the terms of this agreement. He will be accompanied by an honour guard of the Fire caste. Remove their weapons as you will, they mean you no harm. I patiently await your reply.
Chief Arq'tak, Premier of the 11th Emerald Republican Sept of Fal'shia"

President Cain swiped through the holo-message and thought the matter through carefully. He concluded that by giving Fal'shia independence, he would be able to divert the 7th Army currently deployed there to more urgent battlegrounds. Thus, consulting with his cabinet and the opposition, who surprisingly agreed with him, he decided to grant Fal'shia independence.

by **Iievius** » Thu Nov 15, 2012 3:03 am

Davinius reclined in his seat at the head of the table, waiting as other officials and Sector Representatives filed into the room. Beginning to rap his fingers onto the table in impatience, he motioned to the politicians to sit. As they did so, he stood himself, preparing to speak.

"As you all know, Noryol is a planet in our very own Polaris system which is held by the Old World nation of Old North Fish. However, their recent movements on the home planet have been very disturbing; like bees to the honey, they are beginning to swarm over the continent, an infestation of expansionist ants. I can only laud their ambition; however, to allow them such territories so close to our capital would be suicidal now, when they are beginning their conquests. We are here today to discuss the contract which will allow the governing bodies on Noryol to secede from their Empire and join our own."

Pausing to motion at a scribe quickly, he resumes his talk. "Now, you should all have this document and several others. If you would turn to the section on the allowances we shall make for Noryol's government, we can begin..."

EDIT: fixed some punctuation that was nagging at my nerves...

by **Davatria** » Thu Nov 15, 2012 4:43 am

The Fifth Dominion wrote:President Donovan signed executive order no. 6983: the immediate mobilisation and deployment of the Davatrian militia to the front. On his desk was another document: the 2292 Annual Report. The Davatrians thought they were independent?! We shall see whether they disobey an executive order or not!.

Chi closed the hologram from Donovan and smirked. Finally the people of Davatria could sate their blood-lust that had been suppressed for two centuries. The Bows of the Silver Knight Guard commander Nova had been watching with interest, and began laughing when he heard the Republican President had attempted to ORDER the Davatrian militia to go to war. Nova handed his second in command a message to the Shadow Bows who were patrolling the roads, to stand down. There were far juicier targets for our rage in the east.

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Thu Nov 15, 2012 10:45 pm

Metroscale, Paladin Hideout

The surviving Paladins, 40 in total, were all gathered in an abandoned building from the medieval period. Scalaw Chapter Master Longinus had them all assembled in the central hall, standing in rows and facing towards the lectern behind which he stood.

"Remember, friends, that we must resist this tyrannical regime of the Bourbonites, whatever the odds. We were forced from our spotlight and into the darkness, but we must adapt to this situation," the Chapter Master spoke, while several paladins nodded. He then continued: "Now, we work in the darkness to serve the light. But do not forget who we are. Our methods may have changed, but we were, are, and will always be, Paladins." There was a roar of approval from the Chapter, and the Chapter Master stepped down from the stage. The Paladins then dispersed, to plan their next move on Old North Fish.......

by **Old North Fish** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 5:41 am

The town was all abuzz with excitement. It seemed that a regiment from the 36th Army (reserve) was to be posted in Greater Metroscapolis. People scurried about with their eyes peeled for a sight of them, for they were to tighten security around the place after the discoveries made a few days ago about a certain maglev-line which had been blown up. The mysterious character/s had plenty of motive, but their whereabouts were yet to be known.

Bourbon II stared out the window at the city. It had been too great of a risk to pull troops out of the active armies, he thought to himself, stroking his beard carefully, but the reserve armies were a godsend to ease the minds of those in cities with low security. Security had almost tripled in terms of effectiveness and manpower in the last weeks, and even more in those to come. Who knew what degraded and deluded fools still lurked in the cities of the Empire. His active armies were not in the most active of times too..."I'd best to put them to use", he muttered, frowning slightly. His 8th Army could do with a few more things to keep active with, he thought, and immediately made a mental note to command the push westwards, and to reinforce their fortifications.

The door crashed open as a courtier dashed in, breathless by the sounds of it. "Your Excellency --", he was cut off. "Get straight to the point, m'boy!", Bourbon sternly reprimanded him. "The 15th Army and the 16th Army request permission to further secure lands in Hoppity Jump!".

"Hmm. Send word that the request is permitted. However, place the 40th - 45th Armies on high alert, for they are the closest to the region and we don't want to take that many risks, eh?"

The man nodded briefly and left, silently, opposed to the way he conducted himself as he entered previously.

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The fog had finally lifted. Clancy hollered to his elder sister, "Sis, I'm going out to play, I'll be home for dinner!". The brief but loud response gave him the grounds for permission and off he ambled, taking his catapult and his toy 'plasma' gun which really only shot globs of half-grade glue. As he ran toward the plains he sat down for a rest, panting heavily. A large rock was the perfect place to sit and enjoy his snack, and as he bit into the rather soggy and forlorn tuna treylev (Fishian sandwich-pide), he hummed happily, watching the clouds go by. Suddenly, Clancy felt a cold, hard hand on his shoulder. His scream was cut short by a rough hand pulled across his clammy face. Then...

by **Iievius** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 4:44 pm

As the meeting concluded, the varied politicians and statesmen left the room, filing out like a line of obedient ants. As they were. Davinius sighed loudly, now with no-one but his bodyguards in the room. Wearily, he pulled over the completed document. It was overly complex, as was the norm with legal documents, and was something akin to a couple thousand pages long. The truth of the matter was that it layed out a very neat and simple proposal to the Fishian colonies; they would either declare themselves autonomous of tbe Fishian Empire and then be assimilated, intact, into the Iievian Empire, or the unspoken threat of the Iievian Fleets and its twelve Orbital Weapons Platforms would act to remove the threat. Such was a silent battle, fought with words.

Such was politics.

Davinius hated it.

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by **The Fifth Dominion** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:02 pm

The Parliament voted unanimously to grant President Abel S. Cain unlimited emergency powers for the duration of the war. The first act on Cain's part was to immediately conscript the unemployed and approve the raising of the size of each Army to 10 million men each. They were fighting a war on two fronts, and they were vastly outnumbered, despite the technological superiority the Republic enjoyed. He also authorised the usage of glassing rays at will in a special order to FleetCom. Finally, it was decided to bring the Grand Citadel, and its defence fleet into the Old World to end the conflict as quickly as possible. A full scale assault was to be launched at Hoppity Jump with the reformed armies, and Fiotaun was to be held at all costs.

by **Iievius** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:49 pm

The small, yet numerous drones, curled up into round balls of steel, whizzed down at unimaginable speeds, drawn by the gravity of the planet. As they entered the atmosphere a glowing halo of heat surrounded them, but coated as they were in heat-resistant material, they did not burn. Suddenly, the drones unfurled, plasma thrusters appearing on their undersides and glowing with power. Slowing, they landed on the surface of the rocky, barren planet with a gentle thud.

Several kilometers away, a far larger package full of materials also landed on the surface with a far louder crash. The drones stood up, legs and mechanical pieces buzzing and whirring, as they made their way to the resource package. Others had already begun to work, carving out rock and stone in large, square pieces, beginning to build some variation of building, as others began to scan the earth for the exact location of the desired metals and ores that lay beneath the surface.

In tens of other barren, rocky planets, similar taskforces began their work as human engineers began to draw up their plans for newer and even more powerful starships and weapons. The order had come from Stirya itself. Fifty new, advanced fleets had been commissioned in one of the biggest military expenditures Iievius had undergone since the Calamity war. It seemed the government was not willing to risk its security with tensions brewing on the Old World and the Interstellar Republic weakening.

Undisturbed by such political maneuvers, the drones continued to work, as all over the Stellar Territories and Iievian Starsectors factories oiled up their machines, preparing to expand the fleets yet again.

Turmoil was brewing, in the stars and on the Old World...

by **Nationalist Alfalshi** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:54 pm

Lemmy Gess, 1st General of the 2nd Army sat peacefully at the administrative headquarters of the Army Camp fortified at the Fiotauni border. The scouts had arrived early last night and were provided plenty of supper and a good rest. Now, they were obliged to recount the events and sightings, as well as observations, at the large table.

The leader of the scouting party began first. "Sir, as we were making our way back from Fiotaun's capital, we had word from a faithful friend in those parts (I will name him...Mr. V for the moment), that the Parliament had passed an Emergency Power Bill only a night before. This was most alarming news, however, we do not know the implications and the exact magnitude of the upsizing. My advice is to take the elevated position on the hills of Bernok, as well as use the well camouflaged forest cover of the nearby Anchi Forest. My adjutant, Gron McPhil has already contacted HQ South for a backing up reinforcement Corps from the 5th Army stationed near to the Southeasterly coasts of our Realm. This is a meagre reinforcement task force, however, I plan to use them for other purposes. Sir?..."

"HEY, WAKE UP!", the bodyguard blasted into the ear of the senile old man. Lemmy Gess didn't respond. "Doctor, quick!"

Dr. K.T. Bucket gravely shook his head. The General had died!

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:00 pm

The 7th Fleet was called into action, phalanxes of frigates and cruisers flying over the now disintegrating 2nd Alfalshian Army and charging their Glassing Rays. The death of their General had thrown everything into disarray, as one of their junior officers had ordered a retreat now. The Fleet opened fire, and by the end of the 5 minutes of hellish glassing, less than a regiment's size of men were left alive, running for the hills.......

by **Old North Fish** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:21 pm

General Bettin scoured the landscape. His 16th Army was good to go, commands from the King to push southwards and following word from the 15th Army that it had placed all troops in formation. The signal was due anytime now. And ... BOOM BOOM BOOM, a staggered triple fire signalled the commencement.

The army began moving south, the I and II Corps in front and the III and IV Corps behind them on either side.

by **The Fifth Dominion** » Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:28 pm

The 2nd and 9th Armies had been raised to a comfortable 10 million men each, and they now prepared themselves for the inevitable attack, satellites having warned them of the Fishian advances.....

Metroscale

The plan was clear. The Paladins had had placed charges in several hovercars in the parking lot. They now waited for the right moment.

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EMERGENCY POWER BILL

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