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Postby Wonderchicken » Tue Jan 22, 2013 1:36 pm

Katahwunahk Ehcsacsi1, Aihah Vush
2 May, 1935
13:00 hours, local time


Bacs Zervahli had never thought himself a war hero, or any other kind of hero, for that matter. He had lost his right eye as a result of wounds received when his ship, the sinker WDKD Saidom Vubee, had been depth charged and destroyed at the outset of the 2nd Cataclysm, and the patch he wore certainly gave him a heroic visage, but he had spent virtually the entire war in the custody of the Leberite SIB. Even considering his inability to walk without a cane, the majority of his scars could not be seen with the eye. As he sat contemplating his ordeal of 15 years ago, he cast his eye out over the assembled throng, and felt Tenjah's hand take his and lightly squeeze it. Bacs smiled, grateful for his wife, and turned to kiss her cheek. It was she who had helped him readjust to civilian life when he had returned, held his home together in his absence, and soothed him when he woke in a cold sweat from the nightmares that still hadn't quite gone completely away. She was his life, and he never missed an opportunity to thank God for her.

Fanfare blared, and the crowd cheered. It was time. Bacs rose from his chair, taking his cane when Tenjah offered it, and made his way to the podium. As a former sinkerman, Bacs had difficulty reconciling his place at the launching of the Vushicskah Fa's new flagship--WDN 58 Lufeer--but as Kah-Ahnto'nee Nahcs, of course, christening the Lufeer and setting him asail was certainly Bacs's duty.

Cameras flashed, newsreels rolled, and seemingly every newspaper reporter in the New Warsaw Pact leaned in as Bacs delivered the speech he had prepared. Time took on a surreal quality, both slowing to a crawl and speeding to the infinite, leaving Bacs feeling like a drowning man with no drive to breathe, watching the event more than participating. In an instant, he saw his hand strike a bottle against Lufeer's massive bow and time snapped back to its normal flavor. The great ship was released from his moorings, a band played the Darshek March, and every Wochik watched as the most powerful vessel in the history of the Ivoah Sea took his first taste of brine.

1 - Pronounced "Cat-ah-woo-knock ess-ass-i" (for "Ehcsacsi," start to say "assassin," and just leave off the n). In English, Ehcsacsi Shipyard, named for industrialist Glinu Ehcsacsi, head of Pardek-Nahkh Kotchfa.
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The Office of the High Chancellor.
San Leberdino, Leberite Empire.
3 May, 1935


Already this year had been a bad one for Sir Westfall* and his popular front government. The drought that had strickened much of the nation's home provinces had intensified with the scant rainfall recieved during the spring, and no hope seem to be offered from the heavens. And while the supplies of foodstuffs remained adequate, another poor harvest later this year would most certainly make things difficult going forward. And the economy, that was another matter entirely.

Despite increased spending on relief programs, and the start of a massive public works initative, the economic despression contiuned for the home country of The Armed Republic. Deep seated empathies from the 2nd Cataclysm had curtailed much of the trade throughout the region, and even trade with isolationist Nullarni had slackened off as the economic recession in the region had worsened. Worst of all was the rise of the Wochiks, who seemed to be weathering the economic dowturn better than many others. If they continued to grow while Lowell Leber and her allies stagnated the problems for the governement could worsen. And if this happened, the Imperialist factions could unseat his popular front coalition in the next year's Senatorial elections. And the Imperialists' answer to the woes would be the same as always: expansion, exploitation of non citizens, and war.

*Sir Henry Albert; Viscount of Westfall- Current High Chancellor who heads for the first time in the history of Lowell Leber a Labour led coalition government. Elected in 1930, Sir Westfall's Government has slashed defense spending citing a so called "peace dividend" after the Kievistani Monarchy was overthrown, as well as introduced wide ranging social welfare reforms. While these have failed to stop the economic downturn or the persistent droughts that have plagued the nation, they have made his government popular with the masses. However, the middle class citizens are slowly souring to his coalition and the elites continue to plot its electorial downfall.

OOC-Wochik: My intelligence service is SIB, not SIS. SIB stands for Strategic Intelligence Bureau. :)
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Postby Wonderchicken » Tue Jan 22, 2013 4:53 pm

Lowell Leber wrote:OOC-Wochik: My intelligence service is SIB, not SIS. SIB stands for Strategic Intelligence Bureau. :)


OOC - Sorry. I took that from this post in C2:

Lowell Leber wrote:"Just tell me something Bacs, because you do not want to end up with the SIS! They are some mean bastards, very cruel and cutthroat. That's why they are not in the military. So, tell me so I don't have to send you to them!..."


ETA

IC: "<Someday you'll return to your valleys and farms, and you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms.>"

"<I beg your pardon, sir?>" Dahg Cseen had only ascended to the Power Seat as Kah-Nexhur a year before, but had clearly become far more comfortable with his new role than Bacs had in the three years since his appointment to head the Vushicskah Fa. A good-natured smile spread across Cseen's face in response to Bacs's confusion.

"<Kah-Nexhur Fehzik used to say that to me a lot,>" Cseen explained. "<I was never quite sure what he meant, either. My friend, you wear the face of a very weary warrior. I suppose I could have asked one of your subordinates to speak your words at today's launching.>"

"<Not necessary, Kah-Nexhur.>" Bacs insisted, holding up one hand. "<A little, uh...indigestion. The Vushicskah Fa has been too long without the prowess it once took for granted, the Keddiks have been emboldened, and commerce has suffered for our apparent weakness. Lufeer is not the proven weapons platform I would have chosen, but he will serve to remind the Ivoah that the sun has not set on Wo'n Darshekeen--assuming Vaykush and Ms. Ehcsacsi are correct. In any case, today's events were important.>" Cseen nodded, frowning slightly.

"<So are you, Bacs.>" Cseen stopped and turned to face his Kah-Ahnto'nee Nahcs. "<Forget the Keddiks. Those barbarians will never be capable of opposing the Vushicskah Fa until they learn to see past their own noses. They're too busy fighting amongst themselves to ever truly threaten a Wochik canoe. As for commerce, you know that there are nations faring far worse than we.>" Bacs had to nod at that. Cseen continued. "<You are right, though, that these new capital ships are an important addition to our fleet.>"

"<And the predictions of Vaykush and Ehcsacsi? Will all of our decisions on materiel fall to Ehcsacsi simply because she heads up the Machineworks of Pardek Nahkh? We are gambling a great deal on a weapon that has never been tested in the forge of battle, because of a few very influential--very unassociated with the Vushicskah Fa--individuals...>"

Cseen sighed. "<You've seen what that American, Mitchell, did back in '21. And our aircraft are far more advanced than that, today. An airplane can carry a bomb much farther than a gun can hurl it, and deliver it far more accurately. The many Lahkocsah class destroyers our shipyards have added to the VF can shield Lufeer from threats that get too close. We need to keep apace of the developments in the world if we are to survive.>"

Bacs resumed his hobbled stride. "<Now you sound like that Ayahnku jockey1, Vaykush. I don't like a ship to be as vulnerable as these carriers seem to me. The deck just looks...empty. I hope I am wrong, but I fear that Lufeer and his daughters are not the ships we need to reassert ourselves in the Ivoah.>"

ETA:

A shadow fell over the Kah-Nexhur's countenance. "<And, by 'reassert ourselves in the Ivoah,' I trust you mean the suggestion that some have made that we begin detaining and searching vessels that pass between the Laruvi and Keddik Seas?>" Bacs harrumphed his confirmation. "<Are you sure you are not advocating such a course because of the effect it would doubtless have on the Leberites, Kah-Ahnto'nee Nahcs Zervahli? You're suggesting that the VF wage an undeclared war on our neighbors, just to prove we have the biggest sticks.>" Dahg Cseen sighed again, heavier this time. "<Bacs, don't forget that it was a predecessor of yours who drove us into the Cataclysm, or that so far as the rest of the world is concerned, Dehnek Akhpunobacs was the voice and will of Wo'n Darshekeen. The treachery was his, but the consequences are ours. Whatever hurt we feel over what happened in the Cataclysm, don't forget that we now enjoy a relationship with nations like Lowell Leber and Nullarni that are the most congenial they have been since you and I were children. Let us not be too quick to discard that good will by posturing.>"

"<I suppose you have a better suggestion.>"

Dahg smiled. "<Ineego Fehzik would say, 'You gather more flies with honey than with vinegar.'>" Bacs looked askance at him. "<Nexhur Fehzik was an incurable optimist. But you cannot deny that our harvest has been more than sufficient for Wochik needs, this year, or that since some of our neighbors have accepted Wochik fruit and grain, offered without 'strings' as the Basic-speakers say, our relations with them have improved in no small way.>"

"<What are you getting at?>" Bacs felt an unpleasant taste rising in his mouth.

"<I want you to offer the Leberites some of our harvest, Bacs.>" Bacs Zervahli's face passed through three shades of red, and his mouth began working soundlessly. Cseen held up a hand. "<Think, Bacs! The Armed Republic has a crucial role in our region. If we want Wo’n Darshekeen to grow, we must do business with them. But that won’t happen so long as anger colors our every encounter. We must take steps to help both nations truly heal.>"

"<As you wish,>" Bacs growled. "<Why me?>"

"<Most of the favor we now have with the Armed Republic is a result of their Labor-led government, but the voice of the people seems to be swaying toward those the current regime replaced. Merely helping them isn’t enough. You have notoriety, both here and there. You would help them see our good will.>"

Bacs was silent, choosing his response carefully. "<You’re asking me to play a part. To manipulate a populace.>"

"<It’s for a good cause, Bacs.>"

"<Said the paver preparing the road to Hell...>"

"<You’ll do it, then?>"

Bacs merely growled.

1 - Remember Amahn Vaykush, who flew the Ayahnku fighter plane on reconnaissance missions in C2?
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Postby Lowell Leber » Fri Jan 25, 2013 12:07 am

The Office of the Foreign Minister.
San Leberdino, Leberite Empire.
1 June, 1935


"Yes SIr Westfall, that is exactly what our ambassador to the Wochiks has told me. They wish to send an emissary to our nation on some sort of goodwill mission" said Foreign Minister Dr. Harry Wallace through the phone to the High Chancellor.

"What sort of goodwill mission?" replied Sir Westfall. "Relations between our nations have not been as cordial as they are now since before the great war. And there are many among our opposition, as well as among our citizens, who do not wish to see any closer ties with our former enemies. This could serve to undermine our position in the next election, surely the Wochik leadership must know that?"

"Yes your grace, I am aware of the possible domestic ramifications in a political sense. But, we need to consider the possible benefits. Wochik grain at 'friendly' price could help allieviate the strain on our food supply due to this infernal drought. And if we can politically isolate the warmongers by showing how cooperation with our former rivals can benefit both nations, then we would be free after winning the next election to pursue an expanded domestic agenda."

"Well no doubt the possibility of obtaining foodstuffs to see us through till next year's crop season could be benificial" replied Sir Westfall. "However let us not forget that we have Australien grain that we can obtain, as well as from the the colonies."

"True your grace" replied Wallace, "but the grain alone isnt the answer as droughts come and go, and so has war for this nation. What we could stand to gain is a new era of peace in the Laruvi and Ivoah seas, and perhaps the entire region...."
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Postby Kholdlands » Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:56 pm

The Federation of Kholdlands, for the longest time has been an isolated state. During the Second Cataclysm Kholdlands was going through a golden age for its culture and science. The nation took a neutral stance, having no interests tied up in either side. During this period many advancements were made, notably the radio networks that took Kholdlands by fire in 1922. Since then Kholdlands has experienced a period of industrialization, mostly in its resources, with new technologies such as biodiesel engines which have been a great help to the mining and forestry industries. During the last 15 years this new motor has allowed for the rapid development of vehicles in both civilian and military areas. Despite these advancements Kholdlands is still behind other nations of the NWP with technology. In some cases horses were still being used for labour and military purposes since the new engines are a relatively new innovation and getting to the point where they could be mass produced took a long time and plenty of research/experiments. Kholdlands does have a wealth of minerals but has little in terms of fossil fuels (there is a small source of coal); therefore they are limited to the more expensive procedure which is producing fuel from a variety of seaweed that grows along the northern coast of Kholdlands. Action would need to be taken to further modernize the state; history has shown that nations who fall too far behind are targets for invasion by other nations.
The government of Kholdlands, despite being a monarchy has always flirted with leftwing ideologies, adopting several socialist policies. King Victor II Kholdwyn has been focusing most of the countries resources to the development of the military and state owned industries. Ships have already been fitted with the new engines, replacing the old coal powered steam engines. The government plans to use these ships to hold the Seagate passage in the southern part of the Kholdlandish Sea, the only safe passage for large ships in the northern part of the continent. This is where Kholdlands only previous interactions with other nations has existed: taxing ships that pass through the Seagate passage. In a time of conflict a fortune can be made from taxing foreign fleets. However the navy is not the only military branch to be quickly modernized. The newly created air force has been produced by a large number of recently manufactured biplanes which may be outdated to some nations but to the government they can still perform military operations. The government has also kept these projects quiet since Kholdlands already has a healthy population and a small boarder compared to other nations, so it is already well defended. Such a large scale production of military vehicles may unsettle other nations. Recent political tensions have increased in some distant nations and Kholdlands is working hard to be recognized as a major power in this new era. This will mean dissolving some of the old isolationist policies and if a conflict breaks out it is likely Kholdlands won’t be able to avoid this one, being pulled in one way or another seems inevitable. The question would be in such a scenario, which side to take?

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The Grand Palace-Home of the King
San Leberdino, LE.
June 1,1935


Sir Westfall was shown into King Lowellius the XVI's office by a secretary, as opposed to the more common Guardsman that escorted most visitors. To Sir Westfall the room seem quaint and outdated, as did some of His Majesty's ideas on politics. However Westfall maintained a friendly relationship with the King , based on mutual enjoyment of each other's company as well as mutual respect.

"Ahh, Henry! I have looked forward to seeing you today! What has my 'Socialist' head of government to tell his senile Majesty?" said Lowellius in a congenial tone.

"Your Majesty" replied Westfall, " I have come to tell you of the information that has reached my ears via the Foreign Ministry. It appears that the Wochiks, our 'friends' to the southeast, wish to send an emissary to vist your Majesty and those who serve him loyally in His Government."

"Oh do they now? Still trying to make up for their errors in the last war?" replied Lowellius.

"Indeed your Majesty, and I for one believe it is in the interests of your Majesty and the Empire that we welcome them to visit."

"Do you now" retorted Lowellius to the High Chancellor, "I believe that you for once in a long time maybe right. Direct the FM to extend our welcome through the proper diplomatic channels, and one more thing Henry...."

"Yes your Majesty?'

"...try not to bankrupt the Empire today?"

"I will try in my utmost not to your Majesty " replied Sir Westfall with a amused smirk.
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5 JUN 35
Aboard WDN 58 Lufeer
Ivoah Sea


BLEAAAAAAAERGH!

Bacs turned lazily to the source of the noise, and was treated to the sight which accompanied another round of retching. Initially, he could not decide whether to be offended or amused, but somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice reminded him that he had once been green, as well. Of course, that had been on the rolling, pitching deck of a sinker no more than 44 meters in length. At 262 meters bow to stern, Lufeer would have dwarfed the Saidom Vubee, and Bacs could feel the difference. The deck beneath his feet barely moved at all.

"<The Vushicskah Fa might not have been your best choice of career, I think, young man.>" At the sound of Bacs's voice, the young...officer?...started, and hastily attempted to straighten his appearance.

"<It always takes me a day or two to regain my sea legs, sir,>" the youth stated apologetically. "<When they approved my assignment to Lufeer, I had hoped the effects would have been reduced.>"

"<And...?>"

The young Devahkh-Thokh1 shook his head. "<I might as well have never given up on sinkers, sir. It was no worse aboard the Ahkul.>"

Bacs felt himself seeing this youth in a better light. "<You served aboard a G2 class sinker? When was this?>"

"<When I first enlisted, back in '29, sir. I...one moment...>" Retch. Bacs waited, and allowed himself a closer look at the DT's uniform. Lufeer and his escort group had just left Aihah Vush that morning, and the young man was still in his dress uniform. Bacs saw that this young hurler2 was well decorated for a sailor who had never served in combat. After a moment, the young man wiped his mouth with a hand kerchief and turned to face Bacs. "<Sorry about that, sir.>"

"<It happens,>" Bacs said, almost paternally. "<Tell me, young man. What is your name, and how did you come to wear a Tuvahn Shield3?>" The sailor's face flushed.

"<Uh, Ehmacsah Funalo, sir. And it's not really something I...>"

"<I would like to know, DT Funalo.>" Again, Bacs saw the young man's face flush. He waited for the youth to compose himself.

"<It was awarded to me after the incident aboard the Mukahm, sir. I didn't deserve it.>"

If Bacs had been starting to like Devahkh-Thokh Funalo before, he positively felt respect now. Fire had broken out on the Mukahm4 in '31, after an accident during a training exercise. A lot of her crew were lost, and Mukahm herself nearly sank. The fire had come within a heartbeat of setting off a magazine that would have torn Mukahm's hull in two, and Bacs remembered that it had been the actions of one sailor who had prevented further tragedy. He also recalled that the savior of Mukahm had suffered considerable burns over much of his body. Bacs cast his eye down to the DT's hands and saw the scarred tissue.

"<And from what duty am I keeping you, DT Funalo?>"

"<Sir, I am the Lufeer's security officer.>"

"<As you were, then.>" DT Funalo saluted and strode to a nearby hatch. Bacs gazed out across the brine. Soon he would set his feet on soil he thought he would never have to touch again, and the thought filled him with anger, loathing, and--if he was honest with himself--more than a little fear. He closed his eye and fought to hold an image of Tenjah and his son. From the distant bow, he could hear a pair of hunter aircraft being launched to patrol the seas around Lufeer's position. He opened his eye again, and reminded himself that the Cataclysm was over. That he was no one's prisoner. That he was journeying to the Armed Republic as a statesman. Not a warrior. Bringing food to starving friends.

On board a floating airbase, bristling with weapons. Surrounded by guns and gunships. Making their approach in the Edmar Sea.

Oh, yes. This would be an ordeal like none he had ever faced. He made a mental note to become better acquainted with DT Funalo, who clearly had some experience with overcoming ordeal.

1 - A Devahkh-Thokh is equivalent to a Lieutenant Commander. Abbreviated here as DT, for convenience.
2 - What the Wochik sailors who don't get seasick call those that do.
3 - The highest honor a Wochik can earn in the Pahtu Icskah Fa, outside of combat.
4 - A Lahkocsah class destroyer. The word 'mukahm' translates as 'opalescent.'
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Postby Keddikan » Sat Jan 26, 2013 4:15 pm

Dodecahedron - Military Headquarters
Sewers of Dak
3 June 1935


Yuu Kyoto-Yoshida, the Supreme Dictator of the Keddik Warpeoples, and his two advisors sat in a circle at a small table playing cards. For a while, everything was quiet, except for the moving of cards. Even the small radio was shut off. Yuu was the first to break the silence.

"<You heard our Rady was assassinated yesterday, right?>" Yuu growled, glaring at his right-hand-man, Daiki Saitama-Suzuki.

Daiki snorted. "<She lasted a few months more than usual, how could I forget?>" he scowled, spitting into the river of sewage beside him.

His left-hand-lady, Akiko Takahashi, laughed, slapping down another card. "<I forgot her name already. What was it again? Haru Something-or-other?>" The other two men chuckled with her.

Yuu wiped his nose and said, "<I heard the new Rady was giving her speech today. Why don't one of you two dimwits turn on the radio and we can listen?>" Akiko nodded, and turned the radio on. Casually turning the tuning dial, the Rady's voice soon echoed off the sewer walls.

"<My fellow Keddiks...>" he began, "<My name is Takashi Fujiwara, your new leader. Yes, I know, a man for your Rady. But please listen to me, my fellow people. Many non-Keddiks, such as those wretched and evil Wochiks, say that we are unable to fight other nations, as we are too busy fighting ourselves. Will we let what a Wochik falsely claims become true? No! We are the Keddik! We are a superior race! The Wochik invasion of the Ishi Archipelago can not and will not be tolerated! My people, why are we fighting each other? Why aren't we joining together, so we can rid the Ishi Archipelago of the Wochik Plague. I may not be a woman, but I will make this country a great and feared nation!>" There was a short beeping noise, then a feminine voice came on, saying, "<Thank you for listening. We will now commence in out national anthem, Rise, O Keddik, a->" *click*

Yuu smacked the button to turn the radio off before he could hear anything else. There was silence for a few brief moments, then Yuu burst into laughing, filling the dark tunnels. "<A male Rady, 'eh>?"

Akiko smirked. "<He won't even last a week>."
Coccygia wrote:Johnny Rhombus
The Rich Port wrote:"In Keddikan, Future Shock is enforced by our many, many kill-on-sight laws"
Umbra Ac Silentium wrote:"Civility is for the servants."
Thrinia wrote:YESZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ MASTAH!
Mashmaru wrote:Usually told to an unruly child: "Beware of the Keddik mother, child. For if you do not behave she will come and do unmentionable things to you."
Mashmaru wrote:
Keddikan wrote:*Sends a bunch of Keddik mothers to battle*

*Sends in the bravest and greatest warriors of all of Mashmaru. At the look of the Keddik mothers they sully their pants and start to run away like scared children. The leader shakes his fist in the air and screams:*
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Postby Lowell Leber » Tue Jan 29, 2013 5:36 pm

The Office of the Foreign Minister.
San Leberdino, L.E.
6 June, 1935


"Yes High Chancellor, the Wochik convoy should arrive here in two days as expected. And no your grace, I have not yet recieved a report of our agents in Keddikan. At last we heard there had been a change of leadership at the top, however none of our agents are due to report in till tomorrow at the earliest. Yes your grace, I will keep you informed..." and with that Foreign Minister Wallace hung up the phone.

To be honest Wallace was not as worried as the High Chancellor about the Keddikan nation, in his own mind they were a threat to no one but themselves and maybe the Wochiks if they could get their act together. However he had seen fit to direct SIB to maintain its agents there to keep abreast of events and any possible surprises.....
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Postby Wonderchicken » Tue Jan 29, 2013 6:42 pm

6 JUN 35
VIP Quarters, WDN Lufeer
18:35 hours
Somewhere in the Laruvi Sea


"<Huh.>" Bacs had turned his attention from his newspaper just long enough to shove another bite of jam-smothered khakicsan in his mouth. Vushvahkh Kehtahl looked up, waited, then finally cleared his throat.

"<Find something, Zervahli?>" he asked, carefully keeping his eyes off of Bacs's plate. Khakicsan had been a traditional foodstuff on Wochik sailing vessels since before Darshek, himself--so long, in fact, that some Wochik sailors (like Bacs Zervahli) refused to eat anything else at sea--but that didn't mean it didn't turn Kehtahl's stomach. At least the KAN1 was using jam.

"<Hmm?>" Bacs grunted through the paper. "<Oh. The Keddiktum. They have a new Rady.>"

Kehtahl scoffed. "<They do that every third Tuesday. Would you like to lay odds on whether she'll still be in office when we reach San Leberdino?>"

Bacs ruffled the pages, snapping them straight again. "<He,>" he corrected. "<New Rady's a man. And that's not the only thing different about this new figurehead.>"

"<Do tell,>" Kehtahl chuckled. A love of Keddiks wasn't exactly a common trait among Wochiks, but Vahnik Kehtahl had lived for a time with his uncle on the Ahnto'nee Archipelago, and harbored a more than passing distaste for his neighbors to the northeast.

"<It's hard to tell how accurate our information is, of course,>" Bacs admitted, folding the paper and laying it aside. "<Keddiktum are uncanny in their ability to spot an outsider, as I'm sure you know, so it's always been difficult to place loyal Wochik spies on Keddik shores. But I don't think I need to tell you that there's never been a shortage of Keddiks willing to sell out his own children for a day's wage. I think this Fujiwara could be trouble for the VF. He's taking steps to unite his people, and he might just succeed.>"

The tone in Bacs's voice had troubled Kehtahl, and it was a moment or two before the Vushvahkh could stammer out a response. "<Trouble? For the VF? You can't be serious. They're savages. It's sheer dumb luck they're ever able to successfully cross to Ahnto'nee. With what could they possibly threaten the VF?>"

Bacs nodded. "<What, indeed. You've seen what a motivated, individual Keddik is capable of doing. Imagine what they could do together.>" Bacs took another bite of khakicsan, and made a mental note to wire Aihah Vush with instructions to step up production on Lufeer's daughter ships. The thought of lobbying for real battlehulls found a comfortable spot in the back of his mind and settled in for a spell.

1 - KAN = Kah-Ahnto’nee Nahcs. The highest ranking officer in the Vushicskah Fa (VF).
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Postby Kholdlands » Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:51 am

June 7, 1935
8:45 am
Klartvand Palace, Kholdaira


Walter Rhovar was the third born son of Joseph Rhovar of Wilsgrav, an ancient family that once ruled the Wilsgrav kingdom hundreds of years ago. Walter, unlike his brothers who had became involved in regional politics he decided that he would rather spend his time on the wild Kholdlandish Sea. Over the years he rose through the ranks1, having proved himself in the battle of the Whispering Sea against a pirate fleet; defeating them and ending the incursions that came from the Western Oceans.

As the car pulled up, Walter took in a nervous breath as he looked up at the old granite building in front of him, the Klartvand Palace. Named after the clear water river it bordered, the Klartvand Palace had stood on these grounds since the days of the old republic. It had always been a symbol of the nation; representing unity, equality and justice. On this day the site of it only made him feel more nervous. The sky was dark grey with clouds, reflecting his feelings well. He entered without so much as a glance at the doorman, forgetting his usually polite manner and simply staring ahead as the doorman said, “Good day to you, Admiral Rhovar.”

The walk to the king’s office went by in a blur; all he could do was wonder why he was suddenly being called to this meeting. As far as he was aware he had not done anything wrong, but you never know when dealing with a king. When he approached the office, the secretary noticed him right away, saying “Go right in Admiral, the King has been expecting you.” After enduring a quick search by the guards he slipped through the heavy double doors and entered the office.

“You’re Majesty.” He said, bowing to the man sitting across the room.

“Ah, Admiral, good you made perfect time as always. You may approach.” King Victor said; in a tone that betrayed no emotion.

Walter was acutely aware of every movement he made as he walked across the room. The honour guards, half hidden in the spaces between the large bay windows that lined the room, had rifles resting in their arms and swords hanging from their right sides2 which didn’t help him feel any more at ease.

The King sat at a large dark-stained desk. It was inlayed with carvings of howling wolves, the legs made to look like wolf legs, with four wolves sitting in each corner, and a fifth one in the front and center, staring him down as he approached. He barely noticed, instead he was focused on the stern looking man sitting down on the other side. King Victor was in his mid fifties, but didn’t have the look. His black hair only had the faintest traces of grey. Walter was surprised to detect for a second, a flash of amusement in the man’s grey eyes.

“No, need to look as if someone just died, sit and try not to look so nervous.”
Walter did as the king ordered. He was about to speak when the king said quickly: “I have watched you climb the ranks of the royal navy; you have shown great leadership when your country has needed you. For that I thank you. But as you should well be aware, Grand Admiral Vistra has passed away. Now I have a decision to make, his job is an important one and I would like you to take it.”

Walter could not believe it. He was only 27 and was the youngest admiral Kholdlands has seen in the longest time, and the position of Grand Admiral was usually given to the more senior admirals. All he managed to say was: “But your liege, I am the youngest, how can I expect the others to listen, what about Admiral Burns?”

“Do you know how long Admiral Burns had to wipe out those pirates? He ended up sending you and you managed to do it after only 3 weeks. Not only that, but wipe their bases out before they moved camp. Frankly the others have lost their edges, they do not know how to use the new ships effectively, and they are too used to the old ways when we depended on coal and wind. They failed to use the narrow passes and Islets to their advantage, like how you flushed out those rats where they were hiding. Reminded me of the stories of ancient times, when all major naval battles were fought out between the islands. I need you because we need to make some serous changes. Will you take my offer?”

Without much hesitation Walter said: “Certainly, as my King commands.” He couldn’t help but wonder though, what was the King up to.

“Good, you need to change everything, I want things rebuild from the ground up, traditions won’t save us against future enemies. We need new ideas and what you have done with the ships under you command is what I want done to the whole system. Now get going, my secretary will give you any addition information as well as take you through the paper work stating your new position. Don’t let me down!”

1. Despite being born to the “nobility” such people still need to work for their positions. The government does not give spots away, ensuring that the best get the jobs. It is also part of the government’s commitment to make all the citizens, with obvious exception to the monarchy, equal.
2. This shows how Kholdlands’ culture is a weird blend of the old and the new. The reason that the soldiers draw the sword with their left hand (sword rests at right) is because most cultures favor the use of their right hands giving an advantage to the Kholdandish troops, since they are more likely to kill with a sudden unexpected blow from their left because their opponents are used to blocking assults from their right.
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Postby Keddikan » Thu Jan 31, 2013 7:34 pm

:hug: Rady's Office - Capitol Building - Dak
10:30 AM
8 June 1935


Takashi Fujiwara paced back and forth in his office, drinking a small glass of remon1, being careful not to spill any on his tan suit. As he went to take another sip, the door to his office was flung open. Takashi finished his remon quickly and set the empty glass on his desk, turning to see his visitor. He smiled when he saw who it was.

"<Ah, Yuu!>" Takashi said with a smile, bowing a little to the military officer. He walked over to a corner of the room near a window that had two cream couches facing each other with a coffee table in between. "<I've been expecting you. Come, sit,>" he said, gesturing to a cream couch. Yuu raised an eyebrow and sat on the couch slowly. Takashi quickly grabbed two glasses and a pitcher of remon, putting them on the table and sitting on the couch across from Yuu. "<Remon?>" he offered, pouring himself another glass.

Yuu growled, but nodded yes. Takashi smiled andfilled the other glass. Yuu glared at Takashi. "<Where do you come from? You don't seem very Keddik, Mr. Fujiwara.>" he scowled.

Takashi laughed. "<No, I don't seem like your normal Keddik Rady, not just a normal Keddik,>" he said. He took another drink, then said casually, "<I was born in Blurb2, raised in Blurb, but moved here when I was seventeen. Twelve years I've spent here... trying to gain power so I could do this.>" Takashi sighed, holding up the glass and staring at it. "<I guess I could be like your standard Rady--mean and demanding--but I'm trying something new here.>"

Yuu sighed, sitting up straighter. "<Fine then,>" Yuu said, "<On to business. Why did you call for me?>"

Takashi took another sip of remon. "<Oh, I'm just wondering... what are the numbers for the Land and Air Warpeoples? How many men for each, Skymechs3, Landmechs3, the usuals,>" he said, shrugging.

Yuu eyed Takashi. "<You're planning something, I can feel it. I do not know the numbers for each, but I do know that they are quite low. I can have Akiko run the numbers and give them to you,>" he said.

Takashi nodded. "<That would be wonderful, Mr. Kyoto-Yoshida. Please get that in to me as soon as possible.>" he said. He stood up, and almost immediately after Yuu sprang up. Takashi bowed, and nodded his head to dismiss Yuu. Yuu bowed and marched out of the room. Takashi ran his hand through his combed, sandy blonde hair. "<Oh, trust me, Mr. Kyoto-Yoshida... I'm planning something huge.>"

~~~~

Dodecahedron - Sewers of Dak
1:27 PM
8 June 1935


Akiko Takahashi had a paper in her hand, a pencil in her ear, and a small red radio on the table beside her. The radio was on, mumbled static at first, but suddenly, a female voice came clear through the garbled sound. "<We interrupt our usually scheduled program to bring you an important announcement from Rady Fujiwara,>" Akiko groaned. <Akutai4, I actually need to listen to this,> she thought.

"<My dear Keddiks,>" the Rady's voice reverberated throughout the dark tunnels. "<I am pleased to announce that we will soon be reopening the Blurb Docks! As many of you know, our whole area is suffering from drought, and through that we are suffering for want of food. But look to your east, fellow Keddiks, the answer lies there. Living in the Keddik sea are fish. Fish we can use for food. In a few short weeks, after some remodeling, the Blurb Docks will reopen, and government fishing ships can be sent out to.. well, fish. However, the boats will not fish themselves. My friends, many non-Keddiks believe we are unproductive. And I can see where they get it. Those Wochiks don't even think of us as a minor threat because of our unproductivity. We must show those haughty Wochiks we are not unproductive! This is how we can get jobs, get our economy back up and running. Please, my people... we can't be an angry mob, fighting each other, always trying to be on top. We must help each other in this time. If you live in Blurb, please, do not hesitate to visit the site of the docks and apply. I will do my best to lead Keddikan to the top- but I can't do it alone.>"

Akiko slammed her hand on the radio, shutting it off. She fumed. <Who does this guy think he is!?> she thought, <Basukettoheddo5, he's going to get it!>

1 - Remon is sort of like lemonade, Keddik style. Instead of being very sweet, it's insanely sour.
2 - Blurb is a major port city (or, would be port city). It resides on the east coast of Keddikan.
3 - A "landmech" is simply a tank. A "skymech" is an aircraft.
4 - “Akutai” means curses in Romaji.
5 - “Basukettoheddo” means Basket Head in Romaji. I’m going to use it as an insult.
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Keddikan wrote:*Sends a bunch of Keddik mothers to battle*

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Postby Lowell Leber » Thu Feb 07, 2013 12:05 pm

Salina, Centralia Region, LL.
8 June 1935


It had rained a total of two inches since the new year around Salina, and a total of eight inches in the last two years. To say that it was dry was an understatement. And besides the burnt up crops and pastures, which had ceased to exsist without water, a new problem would soon emerge. For most of the drought of the last two years, the winds had been relatively calm with only seasonal periods of gusting. But a new weather pattern had taken hold over the central and high prairies of the nation, and the beginning of the "Dirty Days" was at hand....

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Postby Wonderchicken » Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:06 pm

8 JUN 35
13:12 local time
Boardroom, Pardek Nahkh Kotchfa (PNK)


Glinu Ehcsacsi, Chief Operating Officer of PNK, sat sternly at the head of the table.

"<Next among the nets we have in the brine1. Ahdai-no, tell me about the Gulu2 airframe.>" As Dehnek Ahdai-no began a run-down of the progress and obstacles his team was encountering with an experimental airframe configuration, a young woman entered with several file folders and strode to Rehpij Ikcsmai's chair. She was still conferring with him when Ahdai-no completed his report.

"<Moving on, then,>” Ehcsacsi said, checking off an item on the list before her. “<Peev, what is your department's progress on the K23?>"

Papers shuffled around the room, and Nehnik Peev cleared his throat. "<Well, the latest tests are rather positive. K23 is consistently generating 630 horsepower, which compares favorably to the 580 hp we saw in the '34 Keddik Leberdino racer, even in light of the Keddiks using an inline and the K23's being a radial.>"

Ehcsacsi removed her eyeglasses and leveled a glare that swept across the room like an angry bear roused from hibernation. "<Gentlemen, it dismays me that your reports sound so very much like the ones you submitted to me a month ago.>" Several people in the room shifted uneasily. Ehcsacsi’s eyes bored into Peev’s skull. "<Tell me, Nehnik, what is the estimated speed of an aircraft powered by a K23?>" Peev glanced at the other faces in the room.

"<Approximately 520 kph.>"

"<520, you say? Really?>" She paused. "<Would anyone care to tell me how fast the Keddik entry flew in the last Leberdino Cup3 race?>" Pause. "<Anyone? Anyone at all?>" Glinu Ehcsacsi had carefully cultivated a charming, mild-mannered persona for the public, but that persona never had set foot into her boardroom. Her fist slammed down onto the table. "<Three years, people! PNK has not been awarded the Leberdino Cup since 1932! Second and third places will not do, children, especially given that the Keddiktum nearly surpassed us in '34! And I don't want to hear any kehkh-vil about the aerodynamic limitations that the floats impose on an aircraft. The Keddiktum made 515 kph in '34. If a Keddik engine can drive a Keddik float plane at 515 kilometers per hour4, then I defy you to explain to me why a PNK power plant can't drive the bird at 5605!>"

For a moment, silence overshadowed the room. Minutes passed, and finally Glinu sighed.

At the end of the table, Ikcsmai cleared his throat. "<Are you willing to take a chance, Glinu?>" Ehcsacsi scoffed.

"<I wouldn’t be where I am, were I not, Rehpij. What do you have?>"

"<It's...not ready for flight,>" he began. Ehcsacsi’s eyebrows rose. Ikcsmai pressed ahead. "<But, the potential is staggering.>"

"<Impress me.>" she said, barely concealing her ire. Ikcsmai nudged the young woman who had brought him the files.

"<Um...>" she stammered. "<My cousin...>"

"<Stop right there.>" Ehcsacsi held up a hand. "<Out with you.>" The youth began to comply, but Ikcsmai sat forward and motioned for the girl to stay.

"<Glinu, you said you want 560 kph. What if I could give you that and 400 kph more?>"

"<Are you talking about jet propulsion?>" Peev scoffed. "<You can’t be serious! Rehpij, that’s decades away!>" Several others in the room voiced their opinions, some positive, some less so.

"<My cousin, Aylik, built one!>" The young woman’s voice had carried over the cacophony, and within moments, the room fell silent. Ikcsmai took advantage of the moment.

"<It’s true! I saw the schematics and a photo she sent to Ms Ozahv, here. It’s all sound. Sure, there’s development left to do before we put it in an airframe, but...>" Ehcsacsi cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"<For whom does your cousin work, Ms. Ozahv? This whole conversation may just have taken a turn for the illegal.>"

"<Well, she...She works for the college in Kahru. She teaches physics, there. She’s building the engine in...well, in her garage, actually.>"

Glinu Ehcsacsi took a moment to make her choice. "<Find out whether she is willing to relocate.>"

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2 - Gulu means “insect.”
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5 - A little less than 350 mph
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Postby Wonderchicken » Wed Feb 13, 2013 12:49 pm

8 JUN 35
VIP Quarters, WDN Lufeer
12:35 hours
Port of San Leberdino


LLS Lynnette - 21 FEB 1920, 17:45 hours wrote:"I understand your point, but sneaking around under the waves is not honorable in the true sense," Ensign Johnson said. "That said, technology has taken some of the honor out of battle. I lament it but it is the truth. It is a high stakes world we live in, and the stakes have never been higher. We will do anything to be victorious in this the final battle with the Kievis--and as long as your nation is allied with them then this applies to you all as well."

"It seems to me you are already at war with the Kievis, and have simply failed to inform anyone. You make me out to be guilty by association." Bacs found himself feeling the first stirrings of anger. "You complain that my ship 'sneaks' and is not honorable, yet you wage war without declaring it. What were we to do when we saw two sinker-hunters approaching like hounds after a fox? Would you have simply fired different weapons had we remained upon the surface? It sounds to me as though you would have, and we would have faced certain destruction." Bacs shook his head (slowly and carefully to avoid aggravating his wound). "You have lied to me, Ensign Johnson. You have said you wish to avoid war, but you thirst for it; and in your thirst you have struck at the Sons of Darshek. I have made myself a traitor because I knew you could have no way to understand why I could say so little; no way of knowing that a Wochik is ordered from his first moment in the Pahtu Icskah Fa to say nothing to a foreigner except his three identities. I thought you a reasonable man. I will regret that mistake for as long as I breathe."

The memory was fresh in Bacs's mind, and the more he fought to push it aside, the stronger it resisted his efforts. Over fifteen years had come and gone. Bacs had been cleared of wrong-doing by his superiors upon his return to Wo'n Darshekeen, owing to the efforts of a good friend in the Pahtu Icskah Fa's legal services and an understanding judge. He had been made Vushvahkh of the Shehkucsah Hac-Akhet in '24, and advanced to the rank of Kah-Ahnto’nee by '29. When he was chosen to succeed the retiring KAN in '32, the decision had surprised many, but none so much as Bacs, himself. He closed his eye, and again tried to focus on happier days.

WDKD Saidom Vubee - 14 FEB 1920, 03:15 hours wrote:Bacs inhaled deeply and stretched. He had never been a night person, but the midnight watch was the only time he ever got above deck. The cold winter's night air would help him stay alert as he listened to the sinker's powerful diesel motors propelling the ship forward and replenishing her crucial battery power. He was proud of his posting to the newest sinker in the fleet, a Hac-Tolakh class leviathan that was among the most advanced warships Wo'n Darshekeen had to offer, but the fact remained that life inside a sinker was hot, cramped, crowded, and smelled worse than his uncle's chicken coop. A gust of wind brought with it a blast of ocean spray and Bacs shivered, then released the grip he had instinctively tightened on his overcoat.

Bacs smiled for a moment, amused at his having ever thought of that tiny little tub as a "leviathan." The smile was short-lived, however, for he knew too well the hell that was to fall upon him within mere weeks of that night. He opened his eye, hastily swept a tear from it, and focused on the finishing touches to his uniform. He was adjusting his cravat when a knock sounded on his door.

"<The docking is complete, sir. It is time.>" DT Funalo stood in the doorway.

"<Thank you, Devahkh-Thokh. I believe I am ready.>" Bacs reached for his cane, and DT Funalo handed it to him.

"<Are you sure you want me to accompany you, sir? I have no skills in diplomacy, and I'm not sure what security concerns you might have ashore that we cannot trust to the local authorities.>" He really had no idea, bless him. Bacs felt a hundred emotions bubbling to the surface, and strained to quell them.

"<To be honest, I fear I just might need a hand to steady me during this encounter,>" he allowed himself to confess. "<In the absence of my beloved Tenjah, I am calling upon you.>" A moment passed, and DT Funalo stood to his full height.

"<Speak, and I'll see it done, sir.>"

ETA: As he stepped through the hatch onto Lufeer's flight deck, Bacs removed his eye patch and donned a pair sunglasses. He paused for a deep breath, seeking comfort from the salt air, and cast his eye around. He had purposely emerged from the superstructure on the seaward side of Lufeer's superstructure in order to avoid the embarrassment of trying to negotiate the hatch in full view of the Leberites, and he now saw that he needn't have bothered. Not 40 meters away was berthed a gunship flying Leberite colors, her decks flush with sailors and the very guns Bacs would have preferred on his own flagship.

A curse escaped Bacs's lips. He had, of course, been briefed on the ship classes used by the nations of the region--as far as the TZh1 had been able to provide--and should have expected to be greeted by the pride of the Republic. Still, the sight of it was a shock, and Bacs had to consciously set his jaw. As he made his way to the harborward side of Lufeer, he allowed himself one crusty glance at the battlewagon that so nearly matched Lufeer's length and beam, and made himself a promise. He may be limited to the resources provided by his government, but he would be certain he had a way to use his resources to their utmost.

As he drew into view of the delegation coming to greet him, he clapped a hand on Funalo's shoulder, gave a nod, and screwed his face up into the best diplomatic smile he could muster.

1 - TZh is "Teh Zhaynahkh," the Wochik Intelligence Service. Literally translated, the name means "Knowledge Sword."
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Postby Lowell Leber » Tue Feb 19, 2013 2:00 am

8 Jun 1935
Port of San Leberdino
Pier 02


As the Lufeer was tied up and moored, the delegation from the Naval Office and the Foreign Ministry stood at attention adimring the vessel. She was indeed every bit as massive as intelligence reports had suggested, and indeed it was true that her armament did consist of the big guns found most typically on capital ships. It was an odd, yet impressive design to the Naval men of the contingent. In fact, one could say that all were surprised by the vessel save one man.

That man was Captain Johnson, who fifteen years ago was just beginning his career as an intelligence officer. Now he was the head of the Wochik Section of the Naval Intelligence Department. He had gathered meager information on the recent naval construction of the Wochiks, and naturally was selected to be a part of the welcoming delagation for two reasons. The obvious being to get a closer look at former enemies, and the less obvious one of more personal nature. For Johnson, more than even the brutal and cunning men of the SIB, knew the man who represented the Wochiks. As a band struck of the Wochik National Anthem, Johnson stood waiting to see the face of so long ago....
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Postby Kholdlands » Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:51 pm

June 8, 1935
Northern Adranian Islands


Jessica Leroy looked out towards the landmass that had materialized a couple of minutes ago between the thick grey overcast and the dark water of the Adran Ocean. There they stood before her, the Northern Adranian Islands. They were a small windswept collection of rocks, which were relatively barren until a few months ago when the Kholdlandish government claimed the islands and began building a port1, along with a naval base on the northern coast.
Her aid, bored to death from the long voyage walked up beside her. “So that is where New Eira2 is, ay?”

Jessica allowed herself to express slight annoyance at such an obvious question. “Of course it is. And it is our job to make sure that everything is going along as scheduled.”

The aid rolled his eyes “I know that. I can’t help being bored.”

Jessica smiled “Alright since you have the time, why don’t you go do some inventory? There are many important construction materials on board, go do inventory and make sure that they were not damaged during the voyage. Especially those pre-assembled parts for the radio towers. We need those.”

The aid looked like he was about to make a clever response but he instead nodded. “Aye, anything to make time go by a little faster seems like a good plan to me.” And with that he walked down the stairs to the cargo bay.

Alone again, with the wind flowing through her blond hair, she thought about what this project represented. It meant the country was opening up trade, why the government was doing this she wasn’t certain. They had the resources to be completely self-sufficient but suddenly the government is trying to climb the international latter. It would need the money that would come with trade if it wanted to compete internationally.

It didn’t take long for the parts to be unloaded. As the trucks unloaded the ship, Jessica looked around. From what she could tell, they were making good time. The foundations for the port and the docking areas had been laid and in fact the dock on which she stood was completed. A dark haired man in his mid 30s came up and greeted her. “Good to see you made it, Mrs. Leroy. My name is Eric Wenton, and I have been overseeing this construction project. Come with me and I will show you want we have got so far.”

They drove up to the headquarters in New Eira, the small town that had popped up in response to the project. It housed the workers and their families in some cases. Many would find employment here once the port officially opened. Jessica was impressed by the progress. Eric told her that in a couple of weeks, the place would be fully operational. As they were passing by the town, they drove through what would eventually be an air field. Eric also gave her a map showing the location of all the projects on the island.

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Her aid cramped in the back seat, decided to remind everyone of his presence with the question “So it seems like everything is coming along. What are you guys still building?”

Eric glanced at him through the review mirror “Well you saw the port that obviously is the largest and most time consuming project. There is also still the fuel reservoirs for both the air fields and ports but the naval base is already operational.”

Jessica was honestly taken aback. “I was not expecting things to be this far along.”

Eric nodded. “Well with many parts coming in prebuilt from Kholdaira and government pressure, time flies. The new Grand Admiral should be coming here in a week or so after he finishes getting acquainted to his new job back in the capital."

June 8
Kholdaira Naval HQ


Frank Rindler was the leading engineer for Kholdland’s military development team. A tall balding man in his early fifties he looked much like what Walter would have expected a leading Kholdlandish scientist to look like, fulfilling all the stereotypes, even down to the square framed glasses he wore. He led Walter through the navel technologies compound, passing through at least 5 security checkpoints till they entered the door titled Docking Platform-019. Inside, the Admiral immediately recognized the vehicle in front of him. Its long dark hull, partially submerged in the water was still much larger than he expected at this close range.

“We finally did it. We have built a submersible vehicle, which at the very least, is on par with similar vessels in foreign navies giving us one less area where we lag behind. We have been working on it for years, collecting enough data and designing successful prototypes but we finally have a model ready to be mass produced for the navy.” Frank ranted on excitedly. “We call them Sea Wraiths.”

Walter could hear the pride in his voice, and why should he not be? This would be a first for the Federation. “I have to say I am impressed, I always figured we were far from anything like this.”

“Well with everything accounted for, we are still considered less advanced. It is too bad Vistra didn’t get to live long enough to see this projects completion. This is just the beginning, and with the extra income eventually coming through New Eira we will get a nice boost and be able to expand our development above 2-3 major projects at a time.”

Walter regarded the submarine and allowed himself a smile. “Well you are right about that. This is just the beginning.”

1. Despite the fact that it says port, it is actually a chain of ports on the southern end of the main island.

2. Named after the old city state rupublic
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Okay, I'm thinking of treating San Leberdino as Calais, climate-wise. I looked for historical data on what kind of weather Calais was experiencing on 8 JUN 35, but really only found 2012. Hope that's kosher.


WDN 58 Lufeer
Port of San Leberdino
Pier 02


A healthy breeze blew in from the sea and tempered the fine warmth of the day. The sky was still largely overcast despite the brightly shining sun, and Bacs could smell the hint of rain in the brine. As he rounded Lufeer's superstructure and the waiting Leberites on the pier came generally into view, a band struck up Yujikfuh Wo'n Darshek1. The familiar tune--with its triumphant fanfare and lively, martial tempo--swelled within Bacs’s memory and stroked his national pride. He thought again of Tenjah, and allowed himself a small smile. It had been a nice touch.

He made his way to the stairs leading to the awaiting gangway, and had to focus carefully to avoid losing his feet. His grip tightened on his cane, and DT Funalo offered a steadying hand. By the time he reached the gangway, the band had nearly finished the anthem, and Bacs found himself thinking that it might, perhaps, have been better to wait to start until he had actually reached the point at which he now stood to begin playing. Still, he leveled his eye upon the drum major and stood at his full height, placing the first two fingers of his right hand on his chest.

Soon, the final chords of the anthem were sounded, and Bacs moved to step onto the gangway. In doing so, he shifted his attention to the faces waiting at the other end. One in particular caught his notice, and he began rifling through the files in his mind to understand what it was about this face that so struck him as he hobbled toward the pier. The man wore a Captain’s uniform--Bacs could see that much--but there was something in the way the man stood, slightly different from the others. Familiar, somehow. The answer hovered somewhere in the back of his mind, just outside of his view.

As Bacs reached the halfway point of the gangway, he could see some of the waiting party start to fidget. He was about to curse his leg for forcing him to move so slowly, when the face that had so struck him a moment ago sniffled. In some corner of Bacs’s mind, a harried clerk stared at a long-buried record, as recognition struck the KAN full in the chest. His legs locked, and Bacs stood stock still.

1 - The full name of the anthem is Fa-lahko-hizh Hacs-Ahkhet khoot yujikfuh Wo'n Darshek, meaning “Praise God for the Land of Darshek.”
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Wonderchicken wrote:
Okay, I'm thinking of treating San Leberdino as Calais, climate-wise. I looked for historical data on what kind of weather Calais was experiencing on 8 JUN 35, but really only found 2012. Hope that's kosher.


WDN 58 Lufeer
Port of San Leberdino
Pier 02


A healthy breeze blew in from the sea and tempered the fine warmth of the day. The sky was still largely overcast despite the brightly shining sun, and Bacs could smell the hint of rain in the brine. As he rounded Lufeer's superstructure and the waiting Leberites on the pier came generally into view, a band struck up Yujikfuh Wo'n Darshek1. The familiar tune--with its triumphant fanfare and lively, martial tempo--swelled within Bacs’s memory and stroked his national pride. He thought again of Tenjah, and allowed himself a small smile. It had been a nice touch.

He made his way to the stairs leading to the awaiting gangway, and had to focus carefully to avoid losing his feet. His grip tightened on his cane, and DT Funalo offered a steadying hand. By the time he reached the gangway, the band had nearly finished the anthem, and Bacs found himself thinking that it might, perhaps, have been better to wait to start until he had actually reached the point at which he now stood to begin playing. Still, he leveled his eye upon the drum major and stood at his full height, placing the first two fingers of his right hand on his chest.

Soon, the final chords of the anthem were sounded, and Bacs moved to step onto the gangway. In doing so, he shifted his attention to the faces waiting at the other end. One in particular caught his notice, and he began rifling through the files in his mind to understand what it was about this face that so struck him as he hobbled toward the pier. The man wore a Captain’s uniform--Bacs could see that much--but there was something in the way the man stood, slightly different from the others. Familiar, somehow. The answer hovered somewhere in the back of his mind, just outside of his view.

As Bacs reached the halfway point of the gangway, he could see some of the waiting party start to fidget. He was about to curse his leg for forcing him to move so slowly, when the face that had so struck him a moment ago sniffled. In some corner of Bacs’s mind, a harried clerk stared at a long-buried record, as recognition struck the KAN full in the chest. His legs locked, and Bacs stood stock still.

1 - The full name of the anthem is Fa-lahko-hizh Hacs-Ahkhet khoot yujikfuh Wo'n Darshek, meaning “Praise God for the Land of Darshek.”


OOC- The weather in San Leberdino:
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Lowell Leber wrote:OOC- The weather in San Leberdino:

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Wonderchicken wrote:
Okay, I'm thinking of treating San Leberdino as Calais, climate-wise. I looked for historical data on what kind of weather Calais was experiencing on 8 JUN 35, but really only found 2012. Hope that's kosher.


WDN 58 Lufeer
Port of San Leberdino
Pier 02


A healthy breeze blew in from the sea and tempered the fine warmth of the day. The sky was still largely overcast despite the brightly shining sun, and Bacs could smell the hint of rain in the brine. As he rounded Lufeer's superstructure and the waiting Leberites on the pier came generally into view, a band struck up Yujikfuh Wo'n Darshek1. The familiar tune--with its triumphant fanfare and lively, martial tempo--swelled within Bacs’s memory and stroked his national pride. He thought again of Tenjah, and allowed himself a small smile. It had been a nice touch.

He made his way to the stairs leading to the awaiting gangway, and had to focus carefully to avoid losing his feet. His grip tightened on his cane, and DT Funalo offered a steadying hand. By the time he reached the gangway, the band had nearly finished the anthem, and Bacs found himself thinking that it might, perhaps, have been better to wait to start until he had actually reached the point at which he now stood to begin playing. Still, he leveled his eye upon the drum major and stood at his full height, placing the first two fingers of his right hand on his chest.

Soon, the final chords of the anthem were sounded, and Bacs moved to step onto the gangway. In doing so, he shifted his attention to the faces waiting at the other end. One in particular caught his notice, and he began rifling through the files in his mind to understand what it was about this face that so struck him as he hobbled toward the pier. The man wore a Captain’s uniform--Bacs could see that much--but there was something in the way the man stood, slightly different from the others. Familiar, somehow. The answer hovered somewhere in the back of his mind, just outside of his view.

As Bacs reached the halfway point of the gangway, he could see some of the waiting party start to fidget. He was about to curse his leg for forcing him to move so slowly, when the face that had so struck him a moment ago sniffled. In some corner of Bacs’s mind, a harried clerk stared at a long-buried record, as recognition struck the KAN full in the chest. His legs locked, and Bacs stood stock still.

1 - The full name of the anthem is Fa-lahko-hizh Hacs-Ahkhet khoot yujikfuh Wo'n Darshek, meaning “Praise God for the Land of Darshek.”


Before any others in the welcoming delagation could, and in obvious violation of several protocols, Captain Johnson stepped forward to greet Bacs.

"Kah-Ahnto'nee Nachs Bacs Zervahli, it is good to see you again as a friend! And as one, whom I might add, has risen like a star in both speed and glory! Welcome to San Leberdino, the former city of Aries..."

The delagation stood in shock, surprised by the familiarity with which Johnson greeted the Wochik envoy. A slight murmur of hushed whispers spread over the pier...
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Kholdlands wrote:June 8, 1935
Northern Adranian Islands


[spoiler]Jessica Leroy looked out towards the landmass that had materialized a couple of minutes ago between the thick grey overcast and the dark water of the Adran Ocean. There they stood before her, the Northern Adranian Islands. They were a small windswept collection of rocks, which were relatively barren until a few months ago when the Kholdlandish government claimed the islands and began building a port1, along with a naval base on the northern coast.
Her aid, bored to death from the long voyage walked up beside her. “So that is where New Eira2 is, ay?”

Jessica allowed herself to express slight annoyance at such an obvious question. “Of course it is. And it is our job to make sure that everything is going along as scheduled.”

The aid rolled his eyes “I know that. I can’t help being bored.”

Jessica smiled “Alright since you have the time, why don’t you go do some inventory? There are many important construction materials on board, go do inventory and make sure that they were not damaged during the voyage. Especially those pre-assembled parts for the radio towers. We need those.”

The aid looked like he was about to make a clever response but he instead nodded. “Aye, anything to make time go by a little faster seems like a good plan to me.” And with that he walked down the stairs to the cargo bay.

Alone again, with the wind flowing through her blond hair, she thought about what this project represented. It meant the country was opening up trade, why the government was doing this she wasn’t certain. They had the resources to be completely self-sufficient but suddenly the government is trying to climb the international latter. It would need the money that would come with trade if it wanted to compete internationally.

It didn’t take long for the parts to be unloaded. As the trucks unloaded the ship, Jessica looked around. From what she could tell, they were making good time. The foundations for the port and the docking areas had been laid and in fact the dock on which she stood was completed. A dark haired man in his mid 30s came up and greeted her. “Good to see you made it, Mrs. Leroy. My name is Eric Wenton, and I have been overseeing this construction project. Come with me and I will show you want we have got so far.”

They drove up to the headquarters in New Eira, the small town that had popped up in response to the project. It housed the workers and their families in some cases. Many would find employment here once the port officially opened. Jessica was impressed by the progress. Eric told her that in a couple of weeks, the place would be fully operational. As they were passing by the town, they drove through what would eventually be an air field. Eric also gave her a map showing the location of all the projects on the island.



Her aid cramped in the back seat, decided to remind everyone of his presence with the question “So it seems like everything is coming along. What are you guys still building?”

Eric glanced at him through the review mirror “Well you saw the port that obviously is the largest and most time consuming project. There is also still the fuel reservoirs for both the air fields and ports but the naval base is already operational.”

Jessica was honestly taken aback. “I was not expecting things to be this far along.”

Eric nodded. “Well with many parts coming in prebuilt from Kholdaira and government pressure, time flies. The new Grand Admiral should be coming here in a week or so after he finishes getting acquainted to his new job back in the capital."

June 8
Kholdaira Naval HQ


Frank Rindler was the leading engineer for Kholdland’s military development team. A tall balding man in his early fifties he looked much like what Walter would have expected a leading Kholdlandish scientist to look like, fulfilling all the stereotypes, even down to the square framed glasses he wore. He led Walter through the navel technologies compound, passing through at least 5 security checkpoints till they entered the door titled Docking Platform-019. Inside, the Admiral immediately recognized the vehicle in front of him. Its long dark hull, partially submerged in the water was still much larger than he expected at this close range.

“We finally did it. We have built a submersible vehicle, which at the very least, is on par with similar vessels in foreign navies giving us one less area where we lag behind. We have been working on it for years, collecting enough data and designing successful prototypes but we finally have a model ready to be mass produced for the navy.” Frank ranted on excitedly. “We call them Sea Wraiths.”

Walter could hear the pride in his voice, and why should he not be? This would be a first for the Federation. “I have to say I am impressed, I always figured we were far from anything like this.”

“Well with everything accounted for, we are still considered less advanced. It is too bad Vistra didn’t get to live long enough to see this projects completion. This is just the beginning, and with the extra income eventually coming through New Eira we will get a nice boost and be able to expand our development above 2-3 major projects at a time.”

Walter regarded the submarine and allowed himself a smile. “Well you are right about that. This is just the beginning.”

1. Despite the fact that it says port, it is actually a chain of ports on the southern end of the main island.

2. Named after the old city state rupublic
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8 June 1935
Office of the Foreign Ministry;
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The recent reports from intelligence agents inside the Koldlands indicated that the nation was turning away from its isolationist policies. To a young diplomatic analyst named Alexandra Skye this was exciting news. After spending the first two years of her young career monitoring and dissecting information from that faraway and isolated kingdom, she saw that here was a potential trading and ally. While higherups in the Section had doubted some of her previous analysis reports, what was going on in the Northern Adranian Islands was the proof that she needed to convince all in the Foreign Office that it was high time to open diplomatic relations with the Kholdlands. But alas, her appointment with the Foreign Minister would have to wait until tomorrow. Today was set aside for the welcoming of the Wochik envoy...
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Lowell Leber wrote:"Kah-Ahnto'nee Nachs Bacs Zervahli, it is good to see you again as a friend! And as one, whom I might add, has risen like a star in both speed and glory! Welcome to San Leberdino, the former city of Aries..."


12:44 hours
Port of San Leberdino
Pier 02


DT Funalo had been walking a step behind the KAN when Bacs had come to a stop, and had to backpedal slightly to prevent collision. His first instinct was that Bacs's infirmities had asserted themselves, and he began looking for a way to assist.

"<Too familiar...>" Bacs grumbled under his breath, his teeth grinding mercilessly. His jaw muscles--indeed, every muscle in his body--clenched and writhed with the turmoil in his head and heart. The statement was barely audible, even to Bacs, but DT Funalo heard the tone. He quickly stepped around the KAN to speak to his face.

"<What troubles you, sir?>" Funalo whispered. "<How can I assist?>" Bacs's focus seemed to shift for an instant to the young officer before leaping over Funalo's shoulder to the approach of Captain Johnson. The KAN's body remained locked, .

"<You will speak for me.>" Bacs hissed, his teeth never moving despite the turbulence clearly evident in his jaw musculature. Funalo was gobsmacked.

"<I wouldn't know the first thing to say!>" he whispered. Bacs gave a minute shake of his head.

"<The worst mistake you could make is better than what I will say if I speak.>"

"<But, I...>"

"<There is no time! He will be in earshot soon!>"

"<But I don’t speak Basic!>" Funalo protested.

"<Then I hope our friend...>" Bacs spat the word out with all the venom he could muster, "<...has learned to speak Katothwa Re.>"

DT Funalo had not known his Kah Ahnto’nee Nahcs for long, but he recognized the anger on the man’s face. Funalo knew well the anger that had accompanied pain in his own life, and a measure of comprehension crept into his face. He nodded, squared himself, and turned. The Leberite Captain was nearly upon them. Funalo strode forward purposefully, his first two fingers on his chest in salute, and met Captain Johnson a few paces down the way.

"<The Kah Ahnto’nee Nahcs has asked that I accept our friends’ warm greetings on his behalf, and to respond in kind. He regrets that his that an inconveniently timed malady has left him nursing his voice, but thanks you for, um...>" Funalo’s smile wavered momentarily as his mind searched for an appropriate thing to be grateful for. "<..the band! That was a lovely rendition of Yujikfuh Wo’n Darshek!>" Ehmacsah Funalo wore a broad smile face. Inside, however, he was deeply troubled. He made a decision that he needed to find a way to speak personally--and freely-- with the KAN.
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Wonderchicken wrote:
Lowell Leber wrote:"Kah-Ahnto'nee Nachs Bacs Zervahli, it is good to see you again as a friend! And as one, whom I might add, has risen like a star in both speed and glory! Welcome to San Leberdino, the former city of Aries..."


12:44 hours
Port of San Leberdino
Pier 02


DT Funalo had been walking a step behind the KAN when Bacs had come to a stop, and had to backpedal slightly to prevent collision. His first instinct was that Bacs's infirmities had asserted themselves, and he began looking for a way to assist.

"<Too familiar...>" Bacs grumbled under his breath, his teeth grinding mercilessly. His jaw muscles--indeed, every muscle in his body--clenched and writhed with the turmoil in his head and heart. The statement was barely audible, even to Bacs, but DT Funalo heard the tone. He quickly stepped around the KAN to speak to his face.

"<What troubles you, sir?>" Funalo whispered. "<How can I assist?>" Bacs's focus seemed to shift for an instant to the young officer before leaping over Funalo's shoulder to the approach of Captain Johnson. The KAN's body remained locked, .

"<You will speak for me.>" Bacs hissed, his teeth never moving despite the turbulence clearly evident in his jaw musculature. Funalo was gobsmacked.

"<I wouldn't know the first thing to say!>" he whispered. Bacs gave a minute shake of his head.

"<The worst mistake you could make is better than what I will say if I speak.>"

"<But, I...>"

"<There is no time! He will be in earshot soon!>"

"<But I don’t speak Basic!>" Funalo protested.

"<Then I hope our friend...>" Bacs spat the word out with all the venom he could muster, "<...has learned to speak Katothwa Re.>"

DT Funalo had not known his Kah Ahnto’nee Nahcs for long, but he recognized the anger on the man’s face. Funalo knew well the anger that had accompanied pain in his own life, and a measure of comprehension crept into his face. He nodded, squared himself, and turned. The Leberite Captain was nearly upon them. Funalo strode forward purposefully, his first two fingers on his chest in salute, and met Captain Johnson a few paces down the way.

"<The Kah Ahnto’nee Nahcs has asked that I accept our friends’ warm greetings on his behalf, and to respond in kind. He regrets that his that an inconveniently timed malady has left him nursing his voice, but thanks you for, um...>" Funalo’s smile wavered momentarily as his mind searched for an appropriate thing to be grateful for. "<..the band! That was a lovely rendition of Yujikfuh Wo’n Darshek!>" Ehmacsah Funalo wore a broad smile face. Inside, however, he was deeply troubled. He made a decision that he needed to find a way to speak personally--and freely-- with the KAN.


"Alas that is a shame, for I had wished to speak with the Kah Ahnto'nee Nachs myself before the 'Diplomats' occupied all of his attentions" replied Johnson. Turning towards Bacs he spoke again "I hope that your voice returns to strength soon Bacs, for there is much that I wish to apologize for on behalf of my nation, as well as personally".
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Unsure of what he could promise, or when he could promise it, DT Funalo simply smiled and thanked Captain Johnson for his hospitality. An awkward moment later, as he continued to stand smiling, saying nothing, Funalo looked around for his commander. For his part, Bacs was meeting with a measure of success, taming the inferno of hurt and hate in his head, regaining command of his extremities, relaxing the tension throughout his body. DT Funalo turned again to Captain Johnson.

"<Uh...>" he stammered. "<I must apologize for any inconvenience, but, um, KAN Zervahli expressed a concern this morning that his health was not as fully recovered as he had hoped it would be, and that it might be best--in the interest of preventing any spread--if, um...>" He saw comprehension on the Captain's face, and wasn't sure whether to be relieved or more nervous. His body chose for him, and increased his adrenaline slightly. Of a sudden, Funalo blurted, "<I, of course, have already been subjected to and recovered from the ailment, so you and your brethren need not be concerned by my proximity to either you or the Kah Ahnto'nee Nahcs.>" There was truth in the statement, even if not with regard to the identity of the ailment. Funalo had been badly hurt, had been angry about his suffering, and had healed. He now saw that the KAN stood on that path, and understood that Zervahli's invitation had been because the KAN recognized that commonality as well. With the help of Hacs-Ahkhet1, Funalo believed he could be of real service to Bacs Zervahli.

Begging Captain Johnson's pardon, he returned to Bacs and whispered, "<It seems he has learned a good deal of Katothwa Re, sir. His accent is oddly colored2, of course, but...Are you able to continue, sir?>" Bacs felt about within himself, and concluded that the seizure really had passed sufficiently. He nodded gratefully to Funalo, and they carefully resumed their course down to the pier.

1 - The Katothwa Re word for God. Literally, it means "Light Father."
2 - Meant kindly :) Actually, I really like the idea of using slightly different shades of a same color to represent an accent within a language. I wish I had thought of it first :)
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