The Blue Insurrection [MT/Open/BlackOctober]

[Sebtopiaris]

Command fleet (headed by aircraft carrier), South of the Convist islands
Today was a day of celebration for those aboard the command fleet. sixteen fighter jets, the pride of the Sebtopiariot air force, had successfully attacked the island of Pancasila, ruining defenses and damaging enemy infrastructure. The time of day and the speed of the bombing raid meant that forces were unable to fight the surprise attack, and the planed had gotten away unscathed after dropping huge bombs over the city. One by one, as the pilots who flew bravely into the face of danger and came out victorious returned, they were greeted by hugs from their colleagues. The once-busy atmosphere on the fleet became cheerful as the pilots told everyone of their victories, and were greeted by generals decorated with medals. Tanks sent to the Convist Islands had also been launching operations against anti-convist insurgents on the islands, provoking more happiness and boosting the morale of the soldiers.

The generals met in a dark room, lit only by several screens showing radar readings and maps and a dimly-lit light bulb dangling precariously from the roof by a few thin wires. It was all a bit spartan, but the generals were still able to converse and plan the next offensive-the deployment of tanks and men into the ruined city to take the island. The plan was straight forward- the fleet would take an unexpected path south of the islands to avoid detection before moving north and reaching the port. Once it was there, troops would flood out onto the beaches and bombers would be deployed if needed.

Pancasila
It was freedom time...

The ships appeared over the horizon, not that anyone could see them clearly. After all, it was 3 AM, and inside the transportation ship men sat huddled up like little pieces of diced pineapple in a massive tin can as coffee shots were passed around to wake up those who had become tired by this hour. Sure- it was strong, bitter and it tasted like shit, and the air in the ship was humid and stuffy, but at least they were almost at the town. A general- his long, curly black beard glistening in the moonlight- stood up in front of the men, giving them their briefing as they readied themselves for battle.

"This is war, moeihs'quihs sihndrohihx, moeihs'quihs brothers. I know we're all terrified, and that's okay- we're human. We all have loved ones at home, and they'd all be terribly upset if anything were to happen to any of us

But don't worry just yet. Even if you are hurt, it will not be in vain. Even if you die, it will be for the glorious revolution. We are not pointlessly slaughtering people- we are doing good. We are spreading the revolution and supporting the proletariat of the world against the forces of capitalism. We are freeing these people from that prick of a monarch of theirs, and how can a death for freedom be one in vain? We are not just soldiers, we are the soldiers of the vohrihkihx, and I can guarantee to you all that no uhndgoeihs on this oversized tin can will die in vain.

Our objectives are clear. If we wish to accomplish anything of any sort, we must put our boots on the ground and take this city. They expect nothing- they are weak, terrified. The roar of the jets that accompanies us shall bomb enemies as they approach. We must swarm the streets, and head for the palace. Or what's left of the palace, anyway, just in case the king's still in there. Haeloeohs Nohoos Sihsihx, and may Sard help us all..."

And then, with a creak, the ship's doors opened up and soldiers hopped into rafts to begin the attack. With 5,500 men aboard the entire fleet of ships, there were not enough rafts to transport all of them, but the ships were going to reach the shore so soon it didn't matter. The soldiers would all meet at the beach in a swarm and prepare to attack the city. They were all equals now.

The men began to prowl through the streets, gunning down enemy troops who rushed to aid the city's defences. Soon whole armies were bursting through bombed suburbs, bombing barracks and sending a shower of bullets and grenades at all those who dared question the superiority of their forces. Planes bombed barricades as this happened, sending off air raid sirens. The enemy armies in the city were completely vanquished before they were forced to surrender. It was chaos, but eventually the soldiers gathered at the ruins of the palace, where they found bodies.

"Haeloeohs Sardoes", said the general who had spoken before as he stepped up to a corpse in singed red and yellow robes ,"We killed the bastards..."

[Sebtopiaris]

somewhere outside of Paramu, Convist Victoriala
Several troops, clinging to the side of a Vaerloezihs-7 as it rolled menacingly through the dusty rural roads of Victorialia, peered into the surrounding rainforest in search of a small camp. anti-convist insurgents had been harassing several villages near here, and it was the duty of the Sebtopiariots to stop these thugs from causing any more trouble. Smoke rose up from a point in the forest, and as the tank drew closer the troops sighted a bumpy offshoot of the road.

Several hundred meters down the path, there was a campfire surrounded by a few makeshift little huts and a run down cottage. All of the buildings had the lotus banner painted on their sides in yellow spray paint. From the windows of the cottage, there was yelling, and people drew their guns. The soldiers ducked behind the tank as a spray of bullets showered the vehicle. A Sebtopiariot man wailed as a bullet shot him in the leg as he frantically ducked down, and he shouted profanity at the rebels as he clutched his bleeding leg. "Fire!", he shouted ," Fire the fucking gun!".

Upon his yells, the rocket-propelled grenade that had sat in the tank gun flew out with a burst of flame and sparks. It hit the house with surprising force, smashing a window before exploding into a massive ball of fire that blew the house to smithereens. Another of the grenades were fired near the huts, causing their weak structures to collapse. The insurgents were gunned down by furious Sebtopiariots as they fled.

Another victory for the revolution, one could say...

[Asigna]

The 2 giant Dangan airships flew over the seas of Visvari. Inside were members of the diplomacy team sent by Terten in an announced attempt to make peace with the Convists and to "ensure that friendship will be the future between convism in the bayan", that is, if they win the war. However, because of the incoming reports of the death of the royalist leader, Vardhanahari V, it seems that they were winning. Inside the ship, things were busy, like a company. Numerous workers from the party, the kalihiman, the KK, the supervisory of foreign affairs and the Dangan corporation were stuck to their work stations evaluating their own work. In secret compartments of the other ship, there were arms, hand weapons of all manner. It was suspected that these weapons were to be used as aid for the convists though there was no mention of the weapons publicly, their presence was top secret. Only the kalihiman had the authority to know about these weapons, anyone else who knew were immediately thrown overboard the other ship.

The diplomats meanwhile were checking if they already had all the stuff that was listed were with them inside their unusually large briefcases.

"Rubber band?"

"Meron na..."

"Duck tape?"

"Nandito na..."

"Rope?"

"Meron na..."

"Perfect...X?" Asked away the first guy who was reading the list. The other people raised their brow upon hearing 'X'. "What X?" Asked one of the KK agents who were accompanying them.

"Confidential information." Said the diplomat before he turned to his fellow. "Know that and you are killed." He smiled.

"Meron na..." The other fellow replied.

"Fountain pen?"

The other guy felt his pocket and confirmed he had 4 fountain pens with him. He gave a thumbs up.

"Everything we need are in these cases. Now if we are missing something in our negotiations we'll just call these guys back here and they'll airdrop stuff for convenience." Said the second diplomat. "Sige!" The first diplomat shrugged. "Why not?"

Kapitan of the Dangan-67

The captain of the airship then told radioed the other ship to halt. Looking at the clock, it was 7:00 PM in the evening. It was night time, the perfect time to be making a holographic announcement for their sake. The captain then went up to the voice telegram machine. She hastily typed the message to inform the convist authorities they had already arrived. To those who are at the southwestern coast of the main island where Kagyang Ho is located, the brightly lit airships could be very visible with its search lights moving back and forth.

"Mabuhay! This is the captain of Dangan-67 speaking we request permission for Kagyang Ho to realize our presence. We'll be ready to present ourselves for meeting at secret location upon further notice. Please inform us by telegram."

On the captain's orders, the technicians then made their preparations to fire a holographic projection in the air. The makeup artists powdered her face and her background was being arranged so that she would look presentable to the camera and ultimately, in the projection. "A good Asigna never forgets to look good." They were always reminded by Terten before they took over the Filipino government, it is in their protocol to always look good at all times.

In the darkness of the night, the first airship lit up the skies over Kagyan Ho and the island of Daishong with two separate projection of a young woman in full uniform, the captain of the Dangan ship. The woman made silly faces at the projection camera thinking it was still not on. "A ma'am." The camerawoman whispered to her. "We're on."

"Oh! How embarrassing..." She said as she went back to her normal manner. "To all those listening right now, it is imperative that our presence be given without any hostile notice. The bayan, as neutral party we warn all combatants to avoid firing at our assets." The captain coughed before her projection vanished into the darkness of the night sky.

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The news of Vardhanahari's death was uncalled for. Terten himself planned to keep that guy in power so as to contain a known bayan-friendly version of Victoriala. He planned on keeping the royalty until he knows what are benefits of keeping the Convist regime instead but it seems only the Convist regime would be the candidate for survival. The royalty is steps away to its destruction, with more and more foreign parties joining the socialist side.

The Filipino punong (chief), Erin Terten, as much he was not shocked to hear the news because he had expected this to happen still had doubts on the authenticity of the reports. "I hope i am not hearing propaganda."

"If this is real, will this be a big blow for our foreign policy?" Asked Adriano Timente, his information minister and his unofficial lieutenant.

"Well, i never knew the king of Victoriala anyway." Terten shrugged, the closest contact they ever had with Victoriala would probably it when it is under the convist government and the time when their foreign ministress Rosa was taken hostage and was reportedly saved by the Victorialan monarch and his canon fodder bodyguards.

"The only thing we should be worrying about is whether or not we'll be attending another state funeral." Terten sipped his coffee.

"You never attended state funerals, not even to that of Zaheer Abbas." Adriano raised his brow.

"I was busy!" Terten protested.

[Doppio Giudici]

Further from the coast
Capital Island, Victoriala
Sondria

"The transmissions keep coming in, it's a madhouse there and we can't even sort thru the rubble." Natasha lamented "It's not helping how distant I feel spiritually."

She was sitting on the bottom bunk of the two section bed, Charlie of course slept on the top bunk. He was sitting next to her however at this moment, sharing her pain as best as he could.

"You spend a lot of time sleeping when you aren't looking over the reports." Charlie stated "Is it depression?"

"Perhaps." She sighed "I only see my father when I am asleep. It's easier to not think about it when I am hard at work or with my partner, but right now that isn't really the case."

"You are dating?" Charlie asked

"Aye, it's the leader of the Blade of the Emperor." Natasha admitted

"Who?" Charlie questioned "I was only aware of the Black Hand and the Fist of Humanity. Whose in charge of this new group? I thought the Emperor already controled the hand?"

She shook her head and rubbed her eyes, as they became sore when she wasn't feeling well. Her doctor said her tear-ducts had issues, she had to take something so that they wouldn't dry out. Ether way she couldn't exactly cry even if she wanted to.

"Neiyt, the Black Hand is controlled by High Prince Richard and to a degree so is the Imperial Guard." Natasha explained "The Blade of the Emperor is made up of liberated slave-soldiers, who were all bought and freed by Emperor Peter as his own 37th birthday gift. They pledged allegiance to him after introduction to freedom and to this day seem to be the most happy soldiers I have ever seen. Some of them still marvel that military combat rations include peanut butter."

"I fail to see how they could be so happy over peanut butter, were things that bad for them before?" Charlie pondered

"Yeah, that's the reason Thresh is so scarred." Natasha went on "That's one of the reasons why I like him so much. He's really seen things like I have and he enjoys the little creature comforts that come from our lifestyle, the fact that we have the ability to choose servitude rather then have it forced upon us."

[Stasnov]

International waters
Stasnovan Expeditionary Force in Victoriala
2018 hours

It all seemed calm. But, it was too quiet for some people like Vice Admiral Shkuratov. It was rather...suspicious. Just then, the radar operator noticed something weird on the radar system. He was getting strange info on the screen and the constant reports coming in from other ships didn't sound clear and there was static interupting them. He payed attention to the raw video signal and detected abnormal patterns on the radar screen. His eyes rolled

"Sir! We're being jammed!" he shouted at Skhuratov

The Vice Admiral was suprised "Fucking bastards! Start Frequency-hopping. Contact the Kamovs! NOW" he shouted at the Comms Officer

"Aye aye sir" he replied

The comms officer desperately tried to connect with the Ka-31s, but there was no result. Only static. The 2 of the Ka-31s were shot down, while the 3rd evaded the missile by manoeuvring and firing flares but got damaged. It was now retruning to the fleet, but was flying slowly.

"We're not able to connect with them sir" said the Comms Officer

"I want 2 more Ka-31s in the air now! Order the subs to dive now! Have the Destroyers and Transports move forward. We can use their radars and communications. Where are the MiGs?"

"They are abov-"

Just then, SAMs were spotted, moving with a high speed towards the MiGs patrolling above. They started performing evasive manoeuvers and firing flares to avoid the ASMs. The enemy ASMs were quite succesful destroying 3 MiGs and damaging another one, while the the 5th got slightly damaged from shrapnel as one missile exploded near it.

Meanwhile, the 3 Yasen-Class started diving, with the bow facing downwards. Their orders were to stay with fleet and remain under the surface to avoid any ASM strikes and protect the fleet's surface vessels from any possible underwater attacks.

After some seconds, the ASMs of the 9th Element were spotted on the horizon. Normally, they would appear on the radar much earlier, but with the jamming by the Quirinan vessels, the radars couldn't spot them in time. Depsite the slight success of the Quirinan, the jamming effect was limited because this requires the jammer to spread its full power between the frequencies of the multiple radars on the Stasnovan ships, as the number of frequencies covered increases the less effectively each is jammed. However, the DRFM jamming proved really effective on slowing down some of the radars of the weapons systems of Carrier Strike Group Alfa.

The 2 ASMs aimed at the submarines landed harmlessly on the water as the subs dived. The missile heading for the SNS Tormavkovo (Kuznetov-Class Aircraft Carrier) was destroyed by the ship's many anti-missile defence systems. 3 of the support ships were hit my ASMs, with one taking major damage in the middle of the ship, thus slowing down, and the other taking a missile to the stern, and causing a fire, which was now slowly being put out by the crew. The 3rd ship was carrying ammunition, and was hit directly on its supply, causing a massive explosion and completely destroying the ship. One of the two Slava-Class Cruisers got hit on its AK-130 gun, damaging it heavily and making it unfit for combat and a Admiral Gorshkov-Class got hit on the left side, creating a big hole and significantly weakening its armor. It all seemed hopeless. But then, the anti-missile defence systems of the 23rd Destroyer Flotilla got within range. The destroyers started firing their SAMs and CIWSs at the rest of the incoming enemy missiles, destroying 7 of them. The remaining one missiles reached its destination, destroying the helipad, hangar and the helicopter on one of the Gorshkov-Class Frigates.

Now, it was the time for the counterattack. With coordination from the radars of the Destroyers and the Ka-31s, the ships managed to spot 2 ships of the enemy fleet, the Dreadnought and the Battleship and lock on. The surface ships and submarines launched 4 P-500, 3 3M-54 Klubs and 3 P-800s at th enemy ships, with the P-500 and 2 P-800s aimed at the Dreadnought and the reast of the missiles heading towards the Battleship.

[Quirina]

RETCONNED

[New Grestin]

The Medical Personnel were slow to stabilize the situation, but after several days, those who could be saved were sent back to the Homeland. The base, while decimated, was quickly finished, much to the aggravation of the local populace. Ship repairs were slow to start, but the engineers assured Admiral Vycov they'd be finished soon. The soldiers moved through the jungle, sweeping it for any possible anti-convist insurgents, yet very few could be found. Sandbags, machine-guns, anti-aircraft emplacements, all were successfully constructed over the next couple days. Bombing and explosions were routinely heard in the distance, yet the destruction from before failed to repeat itself. Fighters routinely patrolled the airways and the remaining ships anchored around the island, guns trained to the west.

Transmissions came in quite routinely, but one stood out amongst the others. It was a bit jumbled, but what the technicians gathered was simple. The Royalist's king was dead. The information spread quickly through the ranks, eventually being relayed back to the Confederacy and Administrator Caldwell herself. It was quickly determined that an emergency meeting of the National Council was to be held to assess the situation. At the same time, Admiral Vycov and his lieutenants held their own meeting.

"This is our perfect chance! Their king is gone, they'd never expect an attack during their mourning time, or whatever."

"And? What about the Quirinans? They're on a massive, crazy ass offensive."

"What about submarines?"

"What?"

"We could requisition a couple of subs from back home, put them on patrol, and have them sink anything they can confirm is Royalist."

"That...could work."

"I've got a better idea. We could use an Electromagnetic Pulse, disable their equipment for just long enough to slip by and launch a massive assault. We could get the other Convist nations to help."

"Don't be an idiot, Simmons. Most of their stuff is probably designed to resist EMP tech anyway."

"We mobilize."

The other men paused, looking at him strangely.

"We mobilize the navy, try to make our way around the offensive, and cut them off."

"...Yeah, actually. We could work with the other convists and surround them. Get them to wither on the vine, so to speak."

"Yeah, yeah. I can get behind this, let's do it."

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The Grestinian 3rd Naval Fleet has begun to move from the island of Mu out into the channel between the Convist controlled and Royalist controlled islands, with the intention being to flank the Quirinan assault. The fleet will consist of the following: 1 Aircraft Carrier, 2 Destroyers, 2 Attack Submarines, 2 Frigates, 2 Reconnaissance Vessels, and 2 Corvettes. Carriers will be actively pinging for submersibles and all fleet vessels are on a "terminate-on-sight" order. Whether or not the attack will succeed has yet to be seen.

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Grestinian Naval Destroyer moving into position

[New Chilokver]

256 km off Ambhidharma
1st Battlefleet of Chilokver
Flagship RCN Principality

The seas were calm, a smooth black mirror with nary a ripple on its surface. The moon lit up all the coastline in its silvery glow, though most of it was hidden by the roiling fog. Inside the bridge of the RCN Principality, all was silent, save for the on duty lieutenants' alcohol influenced speech. There was just the hum of the consoles, the slurring and...

Crash!

The two lieutenants stared numbly out the windows, the shards of glass and whisky on the floor forgotten. In those next few moments where they sounded the alarm, it was as if they had forgotten to be drunk, such was the horrific scene before them. As the bridge filled with crew members and the resulting chaos, the Grand Admiral of the fleet, Oliver Yau, stepped in calmly, before stopping in shock as he saw what had been hidden by the fog. A middle aged Asian, he had served in numerous wars, seen men die, witnessed horrors. But this, this was something else all together. His bearded jaw seemed to hang loosely from the barest threads of muscle and skin, his arms slack by his side. And the reason? Ambhidharma was aflame, broken by the wanton destruction wrecked upon it.

"Mother of God... What in the world happened here?"
"We have an unknown naval force currently bombarding Ambhidarma. No info on forces in the city right now”, replied an officer dutifully.


"Broadcast a standard message to those ships on every single channel and alert all Convist forces to this threat. I want every weapon on this ship loaded, every aircraft ready to launch, and the same for the rest of the fleet. As for you two", saying so he turned to stare distastefully at the drunk lieutenants. "I'll deal with you later."

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To Whom it May Concern

Chilokverian forces have encountered your forces approximately [256 km north-east] of [Ambhidharma]. Your forces [have] engaged the local forces, and our current offer has been made in light of this. A duration of [2 hours] will be given for you to leave the area peacefully before we engage. A refusal of this offer or hostile actions against us will result in immediate attack. The time begins now. Choose wisely.

[The Great Zedong Dynasty]

I would like to be a diplomatic nation in this matter. This is a real international crisis and I want to be a part of it as a diplomat not a "war monger" also I would like to send over some peacekeeping troops to the region.

President-Emperor Hu Zedong

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

As the news came in - first a trickle, then a torrent, then a raging flood of blood and ruins - the Ausitorian government, as one, decided to act with honour. The participating nations in this particular conflict should really have taken note of the adjacent Ausitorian government, have studied their largely successful role in Hemithea as world policeman, have seen their ridiculous prepossession with naval power, and have trembled at their sheer liberal do-gooder bloody-mindedness.

Pax Prosperitas

By Order of His Imperial Majesty's Government

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From: The Foreign Policy Office, The Imperial Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria

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Declaration of No-Go Zone in Victorialan Waters

Having had time to concentrate our fleet and air force, we would like to express our sincere condolences for the continued fighting and loss of life in our neighbouring country Victoriala. Cities and villages are in ruins everywhere. As the only nearby military power actually capable of sorting out the mess, we have decided to put the conflict into a freezer for a week to allow humanitarian aid to get through and allow negotiations to take place with a view to either a power-sharing agreement or a permanent division of the country and exchange of refugees and hostages.

Any military aircraft, surface warships, or ships carrying arms participating in this conflict and found outside port within 200 nautical miles of Victorialan territory in the week after 72 hours from the sending of this message will be either seized or sunk by the Ausitorian fleet irrespective of nationality, and their nations fined to cover the administrative costs. This also applies to any Ausitorian companies foolish enough to be profiteering. More offensive ships shall be destroyed first. Warnings shall not be guaranteed.

Please note that the entirety of Victorala is within easy range of Ausitorian land-based fighters operating from the coasts of New Chattakang; which gives Ausitoria a supreme local advantage over all other nations. We are also superbly confident that none of you feel it to be worth fighting Ausitoria to keep the conflict going for a week.

Please also note that past friendship with Ausitoria will not save you from Ausitorian carriers and submarines: we are disgusted by all the participating parties. Take your proxy wars out of range of Ausitorian aircraft.

"I do not say that the enemy cannot come, I only say they cannot come by sea."

Yours very sincerely,
Dame F. Orpolov,
The Foreign Policy Office,
The Imperial Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria

[Victoriala]

OOC: Libraria, probably not. Seeing my plans are coming to fruitition.

Various cities within Victoriala

Balasakra is dead. It's something they did not expect. Mourning for a king in red and golden robes, the crimson banners flown all across even in the cities within the convist realms. They see this as a punishment by Sakra. A punishment for allowing war within the blessed jewels upon the sea. Yesterday they cried, yet until now their upset souls cannot rest.

They want blood.

City after city, from Paloyyak to Branhwang people march towards the capitols, screaming for the death of the Sebtopiariot soldiers who bombarded Dzong Pancasila. Rulerless was the Golden Knot banner, they burned the clothen flags of the supporters of the convist regime. Burning even the Sun upon Blue Skies.

All across the country they shouted cries and mantras for the kingdom, violently apprehending anyone trying to stop them.

Jai, Srivatsa Jai! Kamattahan Kadda Payuk Saparaja! Kamala Sinhāsan kē le Pratishōdha!Sakkara, Vinara kē rākshasōṁ khatma!

[???], possibly close to Dzong Pancasila.

Father...

A sobbing wreck, he said. Looking upon shinji, he felt contempt. Not at the blue banner, but at the war itself.

Everyone is dead, he's the king now. He knows dhangsho is done. Kogakayyamu is murdered. He's also done. But the other players are not yet done. They want the Sun to blind the Srivatsa to the ground.

Gods help him, he needs something to cling onto.

Remember Shun. If all else fails, there's hope for everyone. We'll go home soon.

[Gigaverse]

Ruins of Dzong Pancasila, Lotus Victoriala
Sakahara Shinji, Knight Marshal, [???]
1845 Hours (Local Time)

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"... guess you aren't in the mood to answer then."

The black-longcoat-wearing blond sighed. He looked at the glare that the young man was giving him. He knew full well it wasn't the prideful stare of the King; rather, it was the contemptuous glare of a victim.

"Sire, Terra is readied."

"Secure the bodies. Be sure not to desecrate them."

The esquire ran away with the company of black longcoats. Shinji returned to the young man.

"Sobbing and glaring alone wouldn't bring back spilt milk. If you have your own voice, live for the fallen. You have better things to do than trying to choose between red and blue."

"The Oder-Neiße is crossed, Sire." (OOC: = The weapons have been smuggled to the Convists.), a longcoat reported.

"... follow us.", Shinji said, slowly turning his face away, "That, or dying and failing your family's trust. Your choice."

[Victoriala]

[???], Dzong Pancasila
Lotus Victoriala

Shun walks towards Shinji, with his mind being in constant confusion.

"Get my family out of here." He kept his tears in, raising his hand toward Shinji.

"Get me out of here."

[New Grestin]

Admiral Vycov sat on a lawn chair, set up on the deck of the Carrier, as the troops began deconstructing their facilities. The Administrator's call came just two days before, telling him to begin moving their forces back to the Confederacy. The soldiers began moving into their vessels, packing their things and preparing to leave. The Admiral quickly finished his drink, standing up and making his way to the bridge. The technicians were standing around, working on their computer consoles, the lieutenant among them. As the Admiral sat down, propping his feet up as the lieutenant approached.

"Sir"

"Yes?"

"According to our field reports, we should be underway within the next two days. It'll still probably take a week or so to get back to the Confederacy, but it shouldn't be too difficult. Apparently the weather sucks."

"Christ, the weather always sucks."

"Sir, permission to speak freely?"

"Of course."

"I've been wondering something since this whole thing started..."

"Yeah?"

"How the hell did we get here so quickly?"

[Victoriala]

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NATIONAL | New Savaraja is heralded after Balasakra II's death
Shun Dorje becomes Vardhanahari VI | Convist Republic, Sarlyn and Crimson Banner considers declaration of Confederal Union

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10 Oct 2014 | Sakka 10 Jyeshta 1986 | Posted by Karawh Pyakmong

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#PrayforKagyangHo

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The Gate of Divine Order leading to the Svarga Mandira

Paloyyak - Shun Vajrapur, known by the Kingdom as the Crown Prince Vardhanahari, has been heralded (put on position) by consensus of the Srivatsa Monks (due to the absence of the Crimson Court) in Convist Victoriala, after the declaration of peace within the regions. His coronation shall be planned along after the declaration of Confederal Unity by friday, uniting the once divided Victoriala into the polity of "Greater Visvaraja" (Kadheram se Visvarajya).

The Soon-to-be King is still in recovery after the Sebtopiariot siege of Dzong Pancasila. He did not wish to make any comment on the matter, but he assures that he will revitalize the legacy of the Sakkamuni Clan.
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