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Skarten wrote:

New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:

To the State of Krossa
From the NCSU

Greetings fellow monarchy, I am Keisjer Johann II of Soissons, I would like to propose a trade agreement with you a alongside the ability to place troops in your state, and the latter will be given to you too in return. Ah, here comes the in return. We will give you military protection, as well as technology. Also, it would be lovely if we were to discuss about you joining our alliance the Eastern Imperium.

The War against Arenginian Aggression

True, a stalemate it was, but it never meant that the occasional sniper would kill at least 5 or so soldiers before getting picked off or fleeing. The artillery also caused many casualties on the Arenginians, and rocketeers fired at the muzzle flashes near the treeline. The troops of the Unione Freiherrmaga a NCSU vassal, numbering in the 100,000s and all elites, came to support the army. It was led by the Noublaahi Senghor Arnaut.

In the east, at the Ugkohlsolnne(Coalsun) - Ecksal Border, or more known as the Short Border. Well, a flood was the best explanation of what was happening there, a flood of men to be exact.

Skartenian Front

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"TOOT TO TOT, TOTOT TOTOT TOTOT! TOT TO TOT TOTOTOTOTOT!" This noise was repeated everywhere by bugle blowers, signifying the massive cavalry charge, alongside a few armored cars. Some men also charged, armed with rifles that had high explosive bullets.

The soldiers, taken off surprise, had no time to think.
The soldiers entered box formations, using their bayonets to get horses away. The Tanks would cut through the horses, mowing down many, but mostly returning fire to the Cars.
The Airships would use their MGs to pick off enemy cavalary, while also looking for cover to the troopers. For some time, infantry was able to fight against cavalary, but then the ammo started ending. Because of that, The officers ordered the soldiers to start slowly pushing the cavalary, to make them retreat.
The armoured cars, especially, were doing an great damage to the Ruskland horsemen, using their MG To mow them down.

Eventually they retreated, doing Parthian shots at the enemy to cause more casualties. After gaining more distance between them, the horsemen put scopes on their rifles to prepare shooting at the enemy from a distance. In the meantime, reinforcements in the form of airships arrived.

The sun began to rise over the Luxurious gardens of the palace, with several plants and their little bugs zooming about to get the food needed for them to survive.Deep in the kitchen, slave masters cracked the whips over hot stoves as they prepared a feast for all the members of the house, with the surrounding Nobility and Lords dragging their feet from their quarters, with the ladies waking early to attend their daily nobility filled lazy days. The aides zipping around to ensure everyone was awaking. It seemed the House of Carriebean's leader was presenting itself nicely to be played, all that was needed was the musician to awake from his sleep.
Only that had not occurred yet.
It reached Two in the Afternoon as the mail had arrived once more from all over the empire. The aides had begun to get worried when there still had not been a response from the leader that was still in his quarters, and most aides scarcely saw him, apart from a few noble aids that attended his daily feedings and changings. The room felt hot as the small party of government aides and a pair of military commanders entered the Emperor's bedroom. Kneeling beside the bed,The General bowed.
"You're Majesty,we are worried about a possible pro amendment uprising in the province of Balsa Champur, This came in the mail today by the pro amendment rebels."
Lifting his eyes and faintly reaching for his glasses, he mused over the contents of the letter. in plain letters, it stated:

To:The leader of the Anti Amendment forces, the Antis, the royalist scumlords and the devil's pitchfork makers known as the nobility that surround the Imperial palace and Emperor Zhackary IV.
From: The Republican revolutionaries, the Zorban Front, the Brown Burolugh and allies of President Washvelt, Prime Minister Namses and his wife, and the Carriebeanian Police force who rally to the banner of amending the consitution.
We Spit on your palace gardens, you force us to starve while you hog all the food to yourselves. You are one of the only nations with the abhorant and disgusting practice of Slavery still around! You prevent the poor Amanzo from living his life while you fat cats and nobility sit around and only get richer, we are pleased to report that Govenor-general Barloe Gusteau Leopold is no longer among the living, but you can still have his head, along with 999 other nobility of the town we pillaged!
Respectfully wishing hell upon you,
your enemies.

Flinging the letter to the side, he sighed.
"Th-Those dammned rebels, those fucking revolutionary scum,they attempt to outlaw slavery, a practice that has not and As long as I am still kicking will remain in place, Get me General Travis Reaven, he is to mobilize one division and have it rain hell upon the enemy!"
"Sir, General Travis is off duty, he's on a fishing trip with his wife."
"A Fishing Trip?! That bastard couldn't tell the difference between defending your fucking country and casting off a line for some stupid fish, as he clearly thinks in that thick headed skull of his that they're the exact same thing! Hm, I'll bet that fuckers plotting, yes, plotting against me, Call him to the capital at once!"
"Sir, the communication will take a few-"
"At Once, I am the Emperor, supreme commander of carriebean! You people pray on the soil I walk, I-"
He then stopped dead cold, he looked down and noticed a pile of blood pouring from his white nightgown he had grown accustomed to wearing daily. Attempting to grasp the bed, he fell on the floor as a doctor was bellowed out by the horrified aides,to which the guards rushed off to do.
"contact Princess Sarah and inform her of the emperor's death and her presence at the capital at once. lock down the capital, we can't afford a possible coup attempt at this moment!"
"Yes sir!"


Angles of Galacia, Sternnum class Yacht
Princess Sarah of the Leeward Isles peered through the see through glass that once contained the guilty pleasure of a royal rum, sighing, she grabbed the bottle and poured more and more into the small container,topping the drink off and going into a drunken bliss, the whole world seeming woozy to her. At the moment the Yacht was anchored off of the Port of Talsen, a minor port the nobility used for illegal purposes that went unchecked and unnoticed by the local police, provided they got a share of the potential profits. Corruption it seemed, was a normal part of life. The door to her personal quarters was swung open as a fat aide bowed down.
"Your majesty,terrible news from the capital, the Emperor is...dead. Your presence at the Imperial palace in Carriebean City is needed immediately"
"What? This is, fantast-er I mean, how sad for their family,send them some flowers, and prepare my carriage to set off towards the capital."
"Yes, you're majesty."
Sarah could not help but wait for him to be out of her line of sight before curling her lips in joy. She now had a chance to rule the nation, and as a Methodist religious ruler, the first one since King Darvic I 379 years ago in 1521. It would be her chance to bend the nation to her will, to her power and to her thoughts! Exciting thoughts raced through her mind as she gathered her things, boarded the carriage and set off towards the local train yard, a six hour ride by the transport to the nearest train station, where then it only would take an hour,depending on the weather,by train to the capital.

The Train ride was long and brutal,several stops as they progressed at a snail's pace through a plethora of farms owned by the common folk who did not want their cows to be slaughtered by the metallic machine of death as they called the locomotive. As frustrating as it was to everyone onboard the train, Sarah put on a face of determination to get through this, and it may had payed off two hours behind schedule at the Front Gates of the Imperial Palace. Leaving the train car, Sarah rushed inside and noticed the Palace almost bare.
"They must have left in a hurry, They still might have food out!"
"You're majesty, there's much to get don-"
"Oh, right, my coronation, hurry up and plan that out, I don't have the patience or attention span to sit through a boring meeting, get me some pro amenders to crucify, that's so much fun!"
With a sigh, the aide marched out with a squad of soldiers to the poorer areas of Carriebean.

Osto, Krossa

Väinämö sighed. More riots were breaking out. His agreements with a communist state only angered the aristocrats and the public that seemed to be so frustrated didn't give a damn. Väinämö winced at the paper he was reading when he saw that eight Krossan military students had been murdered at the riot in the ensuing chaos. Väinämö looked 5 years older, his hair starting to grey. The stress was building up a tower that would soon be knocked down.

Kantokylä, Krossa


The week had been full of progress for the Valkirein industry. The first prototype for a stable fighter aircraft was beginning to be made and he was gaining popularity within the nation. He had gotten to meet the head general of the army and the emperor in a convention that would eventually form the Krossan Flying Forces. The small organization of army flyers had a very small roster as they had nothing to fly. Each week the "pilots" in the KFF learned about the aircraft they would soon be flying.
Ylito was impressed by his work. He had other plans for the next few years however he had to start somewhere.

The engineer sipped his wine and looked out the window on the cold night. His wife and son had left to the city earlier and he had the calming night alone. But this tranquility wouldn't last forever.

New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:

Skarten wrote:
The soldiers, taken off surprise, had no time to think.
The soldiers entered box formations, using their bayonets to get horses away. The Tanks would cut through the horses, mowing down many, but mostly returning fire to the Cars.
The Airships would use their MGs to pick off enemy cavalary, while also looking for cover to the troopers. For some time, infantry was able to fight against cavalary, but then the ammo started ending. Because of that, The officers ordered the soldiers to start slowly pushing the cavalary, to make them retreat.
The armoured cars, especially, were doing an great damage to the Ruskland horsemen, using their MG To mow them down.

Eventually they retreated, doing Parthian shots at the enemy to cause more casualties. After gaining more distance between them, the horsemen put scopes on their rifles to prepare shooting at the enemy from a distance. In the meantime, reinforcements in the form of airships arrived.

As the Cavalary retreated, Soldiers, still shocked, prepared to walk away, going further in Pillarice.

The Airships had spotted forts, near the strait. Probably to watch Any Skartenian ship that could pass.
Polkovnik Vetrov Edgar, the Highest Ranking Official in the Expedition, contacted the High command.

To:Skartenian Military High-Command
From:Polkovnik Vetrov Edgar, Head of the 78th Landwehr Battalion

Our Forces Have been attacked, but we are still in good Number. We have spotted Enemy forts on the Strait of Pillarice. Orders?

To:Polkovnik Vetrov Edgar

From:General-leytenant Vladimir Aleksandr

Your orders are to Take the castle, Colonel.
Reinforcements will arrive by land, you have 3 Weeks To Contact us.

Vicuna
It was Catherine's birthday and, as such, was cause for celebration and that meant a military parade. Troops of the Third Army were organized by division and marched down the central street, beneath the Triumphal Arch constructed by Emperor in 1735 by Emperor Thomas IX.



The parade consisted of some 120,000 soldiers, marching in rigid order as they goose-stepped through the city. The flag of the Empire was draped over balconies and hung from doorways and bridges.

Skarten wrote:

New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:
Eventually they retreated, doing Parthian shots at the enemy to cause more casualties. After gaining more distance between them, the horsemen put scopes on their rifles to prepare shooting at the enemy from a distance. In the meantime, reinforcements in the form of airships arrived.

As the Cavalary retreated, Soldiers, still shocked, prepared to walk away, going further in Pillarice.

The Airships had spotted forts, near the strait. Probably to watch Any Skartenian ship that could pass.
Polkovnik Vetrov Edgar, the Highest Ranking Official in the Expedition, contacted the High command...

Spotting the Skartenians, the forts were on high alert. Due to their close proximity to the sea, they could be reached by naval artillery, and so were the enemy soldiers. A massive bombardment through both naval and land based artillery then commenced. Rocketeers fired from concrete watchtowers erected in the past. As dreary as they were, the towers would still stand.

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Back at home, a technology that was lightly developed called radio was finally given much funding by a private company called Gotthard Industries. Due to the rather smallness of the not yet invented technology, it would be completed in a few months or so with continuous funding. Already did Gotthard Industries see the potential in this tech, and a new script would be used for it.

A = HighBeep/RegBeep/RegBeep
B = HighBeep/HighBeep/RegBeep
C = HighBeep/HighBeep/HighBeep
D = RegBeep/HighBeep/HighBeep
E = RegBeep/RegBeep/HighBeep
F = RegBeep/RegBeep/RegBeep
G =
To Be Continued

HighBeep/High Pitched/Sound: iiiii
RegBeep/Normal Pitch/Sound: ii
LowBeep/Low Pitch/Sound: ooo

Cambrea, Cambridge Province, Aelifland



Home Fleet was truly an impressive force, with 496 warships, including 17 Emperor-class Super Dreadnoughts, 35 Cambrea-class Dreadnoughts, and 16 Imperial-class Battlecruisers. A new Emperor-class ship was set to be commissioned in a few days but, before that could happen, the Empress had insisted that the Verkozen Officiele of The Traansval, Franklin Van Roosevelt, be present. As such, Admiral Edwards, the commander of Home Fleet, composed a message from Mr. Roosevelt.

To: Franklin Van Roosevelt, Verkozen Officiele of The Traansval
From: Admiral Roland Joseph Edwards, for Her Majesty, Empress Catherine I of Manticore

Sir,

I write to you at the behest of my Sovereign and bid you come to the Port of Cambrea in Cambridge Province to attend a very special occasion on April the Twentieth of this The Year Nineteen Hundred. The event you are requested to be present at is the commissioning ceremony of the most recent of the Royal Manticoran Navy's Emperor-class Super Dreadnoughts, whose name shall be announced at the ceremony. However, I can tell you with complete honesty that the namesake of this latest ship is a man of great importance to both the Empire and The Traansval. The airship HMS Spirit of Valhalla shall call on you with this message and will bring you to Cambrea for the Ceremony, should you choose to attend.

Sincerely,
Admiral Roland J. Edwards, RMN.

New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:

Skarten wrote:
As the Cavalary retreated, Soldiers, still shocked, prepared to walk away, going further in Pillarice.

The Airships had spotted forts, near the strait. Probably to watch Any Skartenian ship that could pass.
Polkovnik Vetrov Edgar, the Highest Ranking Official in the Expedition, contacted the High command...

Spotting the Skartenians, the forts were on high alert. Due to their close proximity to the sea, they could be reached by naval artillery, and so were the enemy soldiers. A massive bombardment through both naval and land based artillery then commenced. Rocketeers fired from concrete watchtowers erected in the past. As dreary as they were, the towers would still stand.

---

Back at home, a technology that was lightly developed called radio was finally given much funding by a private company called Gotthard Industries. Due to the rather smallness of the not yet invented technology, it would be completed in a few months or so with continuous funding. Already did Gotthard Industries see the potential in this tech, and a new script would be used for it.

A = HighBeep/RegBeep/RegBeep
B = HighBeep/HighBeep/RegBeep
C = HighBeep/HighBeep/HighBeep
D = RegBeep/HighBeep/HighBeep
E = RegBeep/RegBeep/HighBeep
F = RegBeep/RegBeep/RegBeep
G =
To Be Continued

HighBeep/High Pitched/Sound: iiiii
RegBeep/Normal Pitch/Sound: ii
LowBeep/Low Pitch/Sound: ooo

Voiding the Fort Part.
We're still far.
I didn't evne say we advanced

Constantinople, Al-Morvern.


General Gennadiyevich had waited enough. After giving the Morverians a chance of peace and being ignored he felt insulted and decided to move ahead with the attack on the city. The city was surrounded by about 30 ships on the coast, and over 400,000 Arenginian soldiers. Artillery pieces were ready and they prepared to fire on coordinates. The regiments readied themselves to assault after the barrages.

Almost all of Morvern had fallen to the Arenginian forces, Morverian soldiers surrendered in droves as forts and cities were taken and the red, white and blue rise over them. Gennadiyevich had done an astounding job at beating the Morverian out of the war. New portraits of him were being requested for all government palaces and propaganda even depicted him as the hero of Arengin.

The city was one that as glorious at sight, it had massive walls and an infrastructure one could only admire. It was a shame that the commander would have to bomb it. He had been told about how the city had endured siege after siege and had never been take, well Gennadiyevich would change that.

The batteries from the fleet and from the artillery began to fire without stopping. For several days they fired on the city, shredding defense towers to rubble and ripping holes on the perimeter. This continued for several days, the Morverians themselves fired back with the cannons they had,only destroying a couple of depots and cannons.


The siege of Constantinople

Soon after several days of bombardment the army began its assault on early morning. The sun was yet to rise. The army of about 300,000 soldiers began to charge, supported by several cavalrymen who rode through the water and around the fallen bridges the Morverians had tried to destroy to keep the Arenginians away. The tide had lowered so the cavalry was able to ride through the shallows and finally arrive at the gates.

Arenginian engineers used large wooden planks to assemble makeshift bridges and pass to the other side of the city. Thousands of Arenginian soldiers began to charge into the city, many of the portions of the ancient walls had fallen and the Arenginians flooded the city. Calalry also entered the city and began to wreck havoc on the population, both military and civilian.


Arenginian Soldiers entering the city

The Arenginians kept on pushing on the several gates leading to the main region of the city, the Morverian defenders fought with courage but one by one they were eliminated or they retreated inside to the city square, many were killed as they ran away.

The gates were being fought over brutally, Morverian men fought with everything they could as Arenginians kept advancing and pushing forward, they would not give up. It was a sight of true horror, rifle fire from all sides and blood everywhere. The Arenginians finally took all gates and flooded the city and a brutal urban fight began as civilians ran away and soldiers tried to fight the Arenginians back.

The streets were full of rubble and bodies of both sides as Arenginians and Morverians engaged in up close and personal battles. Each city square and building was fought over one by one. The sound of field guns being used by the Morverians was also heard. General Gennadiyevich oversaw the battle from the headquarters, sitting down since his injuries made it impossible for him to fight. The medical tents were being flocked with wounded men, the smell of blood and the amputated limbs was an unbearable sight.


Arenginians take the gates


Arenginian and Morverian soldiers and militiamen in a firefight


Medical tents, wounded Arenginian soldiers and Morverian POW's being attended.


General Gennadiyevich and other officers oversee the battle

Inside the city governmental district the cavalry raged on as it slashed the necks of both soldiers and civilians who blocked the way. Morverian soldiers and militiamen fired from buildings as the cavalry rode on through the streets. The district was well defended but the horsemen quickly began to get off their horses and used their carbines to fire and clear out any buildings. Civilians and several soldiers as well as officers began to surrender as more and more Arenginian soldiers arrived.

The Morverians soldiers tried to fight but were being overwhelmed as they ran up to the district, being followed by thousands of Arenginian soldiers. The flag of Arengin was becoming present as the city slowly fell to the Slavs. The Morverian government representatives were becoming the more worried and panicked as they began to barricade every door and window and the soldiers that they had to protect them were being assigned to several key positions.

The Sultanate had been locked in her palace and the many government figures began to pray for a miracle. The government buildings began to be attacked by waves of Areneginians.


Arenginian Cavalrymen attack the governmental district.


Arenginian soldiers advance unto the government district of Constantinople

Bevillian Government House, Cilana, Bevilla

Scott Vichash sits in his office relaxing as his advisor, George Betham, comes in with news.

"Sir, the pirates are threatening us again."
"Ignore them, ever since we stopped shipping Rum with cargo ships it's been nothing but empty threats with no real actions."
"As you wish sir."

Newscast, somewhere in Tenna, Bevilla

"Breaking news! Pirates have hijacked a Bevillian emergency broadcast system and are currently outputting what is assumed to be a live message! We have action reporter Hai Vacata on the scene!"

"Thanks Sara. According to civilians, the broadcast started a few minutes ago. The pirates are apparently saying that they will assassinate all major political figures in Bevilla unless they are given 4 ships and 15 kegs of gunpowder. Nobody is sure if these claims are real or not. We will keep you updated."

"Thanks Hai. This concludes our breaking news broadcast for now."


Bevillian Government House, Cilana, Bevilla

After watching the broadcast, Scott Vichash puts the nation into a state of emergency and calls the military general, Kenneth Pence.

"Pence, get regiments to escort all political figures until we get this pirate problem settled."
"Understood sir."

Above Osto, Anneli Airship

Emperor Väinämö looked over the city. Citizens standing on rooftops waved at the first publicized airship flight in Krossa. The Anneli turned, the gondola silently rocking in the cold wind. Väinämö smiled, not feeling threatened at this altitude. "You've done well, Yetch." Väinämö told the man who was next to him. Yetch nodded and opened his mouth to respond. "Thank you, emperor." He sighed before continuing. The Valkoinen class airships are being constructed for the army and navy. Another airship is being built for a long voyage that will hopefully raise money and awareness to our capabilities,"Yetch said and leaned his hand on the edge of the gondola. The two engineers and the captain were busy in the front of the gondola. The Emperors kids were near the back, with the now six year old Aku waving down at the city. The child looked up excitedly and examined the balloon.

Kantokylä,Krossa

Ylito Valkirein continued to work. He and his family wanted to go to Osto to view the airship and the small military parade but he wanted to finish the aircraft quickly. The fuselage was now co mplete and Valkirein had spent the last few days drawing out wings. Several of his workers edited the wings and began to produce several sets of them. Once the aircraft was complete there would be 6 prototypes. Valkirein had scheduled a date of which he would showcase the fighter aircraft and it was beginning to approach.

Valkirein sat down and opened a letter. He had received a offer from the Krossan armory company Konsta Machinery and Military (KMM). Upon reading it he smiled, exhaling deeply before setting the letter down. He wrote down something on the top of some design sketches and cleared his throat. The K-HU-MM 4, a KMM anti-aircraft gun, had been approved for delivery to the Valkirein company. Now the fighter he was working on had armament. He decided that he would take his relations with the KMM to a new level by proposing a merge between the two companies. That would allow future aircraft and other machinery Valkirein would design would have a constant supply of weaponry.

The 'Netopyr', as the fighter was called, was closed to flight.

The Manticoran Empire wrote:Cambrea, Cambridge Province, Aelifland

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Home Fleet was truly an impressive force, with 496 warships, including 17 Emperor-class Super Dreadnoughts, 35 Cambrea-class Dreadnoughts, and 16 Imperial-class Battlecruisers. A new Emperor-class ship was set to be commissioned in a few days but, before that could happen, the Empress had insisted that the Verkozen Officiele of The Traansval, Franklin Van Roosevelt, be present. As such, Admiral Edwards, the commander of Home Fleet, composed a message from Mr. Roosevelt.

To: Franklin Van Roosevelt, Verkozen Officiele of The Traansval
From: Admiral Roland Joseph Edwards, for Her Majesty, Empress Catherine I of Manticore

Sir,

I write to you at the behest of my Sovereign and bid you come to the Port of Cambrea in Cambridge Province to attend a very special occasion on April the Twentieth of this The Year Nineteen Hundred. The event you are requested to be present at is the commissioning ceremony of the most recent of the Royal Manticoran Navy's Emperor-class Super Dreadnoughts, whose name shall be announced at the ceremony. However, I can tell you with complete honesty that the namesake of this latest ship is a man of great importance to both the Empire and The Traansval. The airship HMS Spirit of Valhalla shall call on you with this message and will bring you to Cambrea for the Ceremony, should you choose to attend.

Sincerely,
Admiral Roland J. Edwards, RMN.

To: Admiral Roland Joseph Edwards, liaison for Her Majesty Empress Catherine I of Manticore.
From: Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt, Sovereign and Elected Leader of the Republic of The Traansval

I shall be delighted to attend this ceremony. I find it quite reassuring that the Manticoran Empire harbors no ill will towards the Republic despite her leaving the Alliance in order to better secure her peoples safety through a policy of Strict Neutrality. I shall arrive post haste.

A few days later, the Verkozen Officiele would board the BNS Victory. The Officiele travelled alone, leaving his wife and child back in Pretoria. Onboard the Ship, was a special surprise for the Manticorans, something to show them that while the Traansval was now Neutral, they were not unable to fight.

The Traansval wrote:

The Manticoran Empire wrote:Cambrea, Cambridge Province, Aelifland

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Home Fleet was truly an impressive force, with 496 warships, including 17 Emperor-class Super Dreadnoughts, 35 Cambrea-class Dreadnoughts, and 16 Imperial-class Battlecruisers. A new Emperor-class ship was set to be commissioned in a few days but, before that could happen, the Empress had insisted that the Verkozen Officiele of The Traansval, Franklin Van Roosevelt, be present. As such, Admiral Edwards, the commander of Home Fleet, composed a message from Mr. Roosevelt.

To: Franklin Van Roosevelt, Verkozen Officiele of The Traansval
From: Admiral Roland Joseph Edwards, for Her Majesty, Empress Catherine I of Manticore

Sir,

I write to you at the behest of my Sovereign and bid you come to the Port of Cambrea in Cambridge Province to attend a very special occasion on April the Twentieth of this The Year Nineteen Hundred. The event you are requested to be present at is the commissioning ceremony of the most recent of the Royal Manticoran Navy's Emperor-class Super Dreadnoughts, whose name shall be announced at the ceremony. However, I can tell you with complete honesty that the namesake of this latest ship is a man of great importance to both the Empire and The Traansval. The airship HMS Spirit of Valhalla shall call on you with this message and will bring you to Cambrea for the Ceremony, should you choose to attend.

Sincerely,
Admiral Roland J. Edwards, RMN.

To: Admiral Roland Joseph Edwards, liaison for Her Majesty Empress Catherine I of Manticore.
From: Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt, Sovereign and Elected Leader of the Republic of The Traansval

I shall be delighted to attend this ceremony. I find it quite reassuring that the Manticoran Empire harbors no ill will towards the Republic despite her leaving the Alliance in order to better secure her peoples safety through a policy of Strict Neutrality. I shall arrive post haste.

A few days later, the Verkozen Officiele would board the BNS Victory. The Officiele travelled alone, leaving his wife and child back in Pretoria. Onboard the Ship, was a special surprise for the Manticorans, something to show them that while the Traansval was now Neutral, they were not unable to fight.

Cambrea, Cambridge Province, Aelifland
All preparations were in order. The crew of the new dreadnought was present in full dress, everything perfectly positioned on their uniforms from their insignia and decorations to their headgear. The ship herself was beautiful, floating leisurely at her moorings. Empress Catherine greeted Van Rosevelt with a smile. "Verkozen Officiele, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The Manticoran Empire wrote:

The Traansval wrote:

To: Admiral Roland Joseph Edwards, liaison for Her Majesty Empress Catherine I of Manticore.
From: Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt, Sovereign and Elected Leader of the Republic of The Traansval

I shall be delighted to attend this ceremony. I find it quite reassuring that the Manticoran Empire harbors no ill will towards the Republic despite her leaving the Alliance in order to better secure her peoples safety through a policy of Strict Neutrality. I shall arrive post haste.

A few days later, the Verkozen Officiele would board the BNS Victory. The Officiele travelled alone, leaving his wife and child back in Pretoria. Onboard the Ship, was a special surprise for the Manticorans, something to show them that while the Traansval was now Neutral, they were not unable to fight.

Cambrea, Cambridge Province, Aelifland
All preparations were in order. The crew of the new dreadnought was present in full dress, everything perfectly positioned on their uniforms from their insignia and decorations to their headgear. The ship herself was beautiful, floating leisurely at her moorings. Empress Catherine greeted Van Rosevelt with a smile. "Verkozen Officiele, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

(This takes place a few minuted before the Empress greets Franklin)

Midshipman: SIR! The port is within sight now! The ship is present, and so it seems as well might possibly be all the Sailors in the Manticoran Navy...

Franklin Rosevelt: WONDERFUL! Get the Albatross Ready!!

Moments later, any persons ashore would spot a speck being flung off into the air from the great battleship that flew the Boer Flags. That speck would come closer to shore, until finally coming closer into view. Dropping altitude, that speck was soon revealed to be a Boer Flyer, Model 1900. In it, was Midshipman Jacky Faber and the Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt.

The Boer Flyer came down and touched ground a few feet from the assembly, Midshipman Faber quickly scrambled out and opened the special cockpit door installed on this specific model just for Van Rosevelt. The man in question stepped out, taking off the pair of flight goggles and handing his flying jacket to the Midshipman, giving her a salute before strolling forwards to meet the Empress of Manticore.

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: The pleasure is all mine, your Majesty. I must say, the Manticoran Empire always had the best Ships, and this one here is no exception to that rule. I remember in the telegram you mentioning this was a, what was it? A "Super Dreadnought?"

Outside Vixtra National Convention Hall, Vixtra, Bevilla

Government House representative, Calvin Munich, is giving a speech about the recent militarization of the capital and the state of emergency. As he gives this speech, pirates are outside the building, ready to breach. The pirates shoot the door handles and kick the door to the hall down. Screams are scattered around the hall as the pirates open fire in the room. Calvin is taking cover behind his podium. The guards start opening fire with no regard for the civilians.

"Get Calvin out of here! Now!"

"Right away sir!"

As the shootout continues the guards are taken down and the pirates shoot Calvin in the leg. Calvin, bleeding out on the floor, is crawling for his life.

"We warned your incompetent nation, now you will pay."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Kill you. We don't need you. Our troops are already on their way."

As the pirate ends Calvin's life, pirate troops storm the beaches of Tenna. Troops in Tenna are defending the town but are losing significantly.

Government House, Cilana, Bevilla

General Pence arrives at the president's office in anger and distress.

"What would you like us to do sir? We have no options! All our troops are stationed in other cities that are to far from Tenna to assist in the fight!"

"Send message to all nearby nations, we need assistance."

"Yes sir."

To: Whom it may concern
From: Kenneth Pence

We ask for the assistance of a nation to help against a pirate invasion on the coasts of our nation. Specifically we need naval ships and infantry troops.
Assistance is needed quick or we fear the city of Tenna will be overtaken and the pirates will push for either the capital or the Government House in Cilana.

Kind Regards,
General Pence of the Bevillian Army

The Traansval wrote:

The Manticoran Empire wrote:Cambrea, Cambridge Province, Aelifland
All preparations were in order. The crew of the new dreadnought was present in full dress, everything perfectly positioned on their uniforms from their insignia and decorations to their headgear. The ship herself was beautiful, floating leisurely at her moorings. Empress Catherine greeted Van Rosevelt with a smile. "Verkozen Officiele, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

(This takes place a few minuted before the Empress greets Franklin)

Midshipman: SIR! The port is within sight now! The ship is present, and so it seems as well might possibly be all the Sailors in the Manticoran Navy...

Franklin Rosevelt: WONDERFUL! Get the Albatross Ready!!

Moments later, any persons ashore would spot a speck being flung off into the air from the great battleship that flew the Boer Flags. That speck would come closer to shore, until finally coming closer into view. Dropping altitude, that speck was soon revealed to be a Boer Flyer, Model 1900. In it, was Midshipman Jacky Faber and the Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt.

The Boer Flyer came down and touched ground a few feet from the assembly, Midshipman Faber quickly scrambled out and opened the special cockpit door installed on this specific model just for Van Rosevelt. The man in question stepped out, taking off the pair of flight goggles and handing his flying jacket to the Midshipman, giving her a salute before strolling forwards to meet the Empress of Manticore.

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: The pleasure is all mine, your Majesty. I must say, the Manticoran Empire always had the best Ships, and this one here is no exception to that rule. I remember in the telegram you mentioning this was a, what was it? A "Super Dreadnought?"

"Most certainly. Emperor Class, armed with ten Three Hundred and Fifty Six millimeter guns. She and her sisters displace over twenty seven thousand tons and at a hundred and seventy five meters long, they are the biggest ships afloat. We had to hold off on naming her for almost a year because we couldn't pick one. I think you will like the one we selected."

The Manticoran Empire wrote:

The Traansval wrote:
(This takes place a few minuted before the Empress greets Franklin)

Midshipman: SIR! The port is within sight now! The ship is present, and so it seems as well might possibly be all the Sailors in the Manticoran Navy...

Franklin Rosevelt: WONDERFUL! Get the Albatross Ready!!

Moments later, any persons ashore would spot a speck being flung off into the air from the great battleship that flew the Boer Flags. That speck would come closer to shore, until finally coming closer into view. Dropping altitude, that speck was soon revealed to be a Boer Flyer, Model 1900. In it, was Midshipman Jacky Faber and the Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt.

The Boer Flyer came down and touched ground a few feet from the assembly, Midshipman Faber quickly scrambled out and opened the special cockpit door installed on this specific model just for Van Rosevelt. The man in question stepped out, taking off the pair of flight goggles and handing his flying jacket to the Midshipman, giving her a salute before strolling forwards to meet the Empress of Manticore.

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: The pleasure is all mine, your Majesty. I must say, the Manticoran Empire always had the best Ships, and this one here is no exception to that rule. I remember in the telegram you mentioning this was a, what was it? A "Super Dreadnought?"

"Most certainly. Emperor Class, armed with ten Three Hundred and Fifty Six millimeter guns. She and her sisters displace over twenty seven thousand tons and at a hundred and seventy five meters long, they are the biggest ships afloat. We had to hold off on naming her for almost a year because we couldn't pick one. I think you will like the one we selected."

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: Well don't keep me in suspense my dear Empress, what might be her name???

The Traansval wrote:

The Manticoran Empire wrote:"Most certainly. Emperor Class, armed with ten Three Hundred and Fifty Six millimeter guns. She and her sisters displace over twenty seven thousand tons and at a hundred and seventy five meters long, they are the biggest ships afloat. We had to hold off on naming her for almost a year because we couldn't pick one. I think you will like the one we selected."

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: Well don't keep me in suspense my dear Empress, what might be her name???

"Patience, patience. We don't have the whole of Home Fleet looking all spit and polish for nothing."
Catherine led Rosevelt over to his seat and sat near the podium. Admiral Edwards rose and walked forward, signaling the start of the ceremony.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, slowly and with complete confidence, "Sailors of the Home Fleet, Honored Guests. It gives me great pleasure to welcome you to the naming and commissioning ceremony of the latest Emperor class Super Dreadnought. SD Seventy Eight, Her Majesties Ship Jethro Kendi."

The Manticoran Empire wrote:

The Traansval wrote:
Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: Well don't keep me in suspense my dear Empress, what might be her name???

"Patience, patience. We don't have the whole of Home Fleet looking all spit and polish for nothing."
Catherine led Rosevelt over to his seat and sat near the podium. Admiral Edwards rose and walked forward, signaling the start of the ceremony.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, slowly and with complete confidence, "Sailors of the Home Fleet, Honored Guests. It gives me great pleasure to welcome you to the naming and commissioning ceremony of the latest Emperor class Super Dreadnought. SD Seventy Eight, Her Majesties Ship Jethro Kendi."

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: The name of my predecessor, founder of the alliance, how fitting that i should be the one to witness its launch....

The BNS Victory had by now docked and the Sailors had formed up on the docks in front of the ship, and the Vloot-Voetvolk Marines had come off and had formed rank next to the small platform upon which the Empress and Van Rosevelt were seated. NAD-SOK Agents took pictures and studied the Super Dreadnought from the Control Tower of the Boer Dreadnought.

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: She surely is a impressive ship, i must say that her size and guns can dispatch most ships of the worlds navies, The Traansval's included.

The Traansval wrote:

The Manticoran Empire wrote:"Patience, patience. We don't have the whole of Home Fleet looking all spit and polish for nothing."
Catherine led Rosevelt over to his seat and sat near the podium. Admiral Edwards rose and walked forward, signaling the start of the ceremony.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, slowly and with complete confidence, "Sailors of the Home Fleet, Honored Guests. It gives me great pleasure to welcome you to the naming and commissioning ceremony of the latest Emperor class Super Dreadnought. SD Seventy Eight, Her Majesties Ship Jethro Kendi."

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: The name of my predecessor, founder of the alliance, how fitting that i should be the one to witness its launch....

The BNS Victory had by now docked and the Sailors had formed up on the docks in front of the ship, and the Vloot-Voetvolk Marines had come off and had formed rank next to the small platform upon which the Empress and Van Rosevelt were seated. NAD-SOK Agents took pictures and studied the Super Dreadnought from the Control Tower of the Boer Dreadnought.

Verkozen Officiele Franklin Van Rosevelt: She surely is a impressive ship, i must say that her size and guns can dispatch most ships of the worlds navies, The Traansval's included.

"Precisely why I invited you here, Mr. Rosevelt."
Catherine looked up for a second and then said, "You may wish to cover your ears now."

The capital ships of the Home Fleet had loaded their guns and aimed them out to sea. Then, simultaneously, the guns roared to life, hurling one ton shells thirty miles out to sea. The thunder shook the very earth the spectators stood upon and shattered more than a few glasses. The guns were reloaded and fired again, and then a third time. Twenty-one times they fired, saluting the departed Kendi and his predecessor simultaneously.

To Bevilla
We would most gladly support you, in return, you would join our alliance?

OOC: Yo Skarten, are your front lines touching the coast? If so, we can hit you. If you're making a bulge, which I suggest you do, you will be far away from my navy.

St. Osloverg, Hospital

Alexander, king of Arengin, was dying. His illness had grown worse over the last couple of days. He was weak and had been lying in bed for long now. The people of Arengin, soldiers, workers, intellectuals, everyone was in deep worry and in constant update over the kings health.

At the hospital there stood many flowers and regards sent by many figures in the world. Martha, Nikolai, Melissa, Sophia, Anna, Valencia, little Mikhail, everyone was present for anything. At times they would exit the room on Alexander's request for a little time to sleep. The room oversaw a magnificent look of the city one anyone would appreciate as the sun shined on the room. The guards outside the kings room were also worried but they remained vigilant.

The doctor then arrived, he showed his ID and was searched for any weapons and was left to pass inside. The doctor had a certain way of walk as he set his medical robe on the table besides the flowers and then proceeded to just watch the king as he slept soundly. Alexander woke up after a few minutes and was greeted by a familia face, one he never thought he would see again.

New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:

Bevilla wrote:Outside Vixtra National Convention Hall, Vixtra, Bevilla

Government House representative, Calvin Munich, is giving a speech about the recent militarization of the capital and the state of emergency. As he gives this speech, pirates are outside the building, ready to breach. The pirates shoot the door handles and kick the door to the hall down. Screams are scattered around the hall as the pirates open fire in the room. Calvin is taking cover behind his podium. The guards start opening fire with no regard for the civilians.

"Get Calvin out of here! Now!"

"Right away sir!"

As the shootout continues the guards are taken down and the pirates shoot Calvin in the leg. Calvin, bleeding out on the floor, is crawling for his life.

"We warned your incompetent nation, now you will pay."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Kill you. We don't need you. Our troops are already on their way."

As the pirate ends Calvin's life, pirate troops storm the beaches of Tenna. Troops in Tenna are defending the town but are losing significantly.

Government House, Cilana, Bevilla

General Pence arrives at the president's office in anger and distress.

"What would you like us to do sir? We have no options! All our troops are stationed in other cities that are to far from Tenna to assist in the fight!"

"Send message to all nearby nations, we need assistance."

"Yes sir."

To: Whom it may concern
From: Kenneth Pence

We ask for the assistance of a nation to help against a pirate invasion on the coasts of our nation. Specifically we need naval ships and infantry troops.
Assistance is needed quick or we fear the city of Tenna will be overtaken and the pirates will push for either the capital or the Government House in Cilana.

Kind Regards,
General Pence of the Bevillian Army

To Bevilla
We would most gladly support you, in return, you would join our alliance?

OOC: Yo Skarten, are your front lines touching the coast? If so, we can hit you. If you're making a bulge, which I suggest you do, you will be far away from my navy.

"You know, taking this alliance would be a bold move."

"I know, but it's our only chance."

To: The NCSU
From: General Pence

We would gladly join your alliance in return.

As pirates stormed the beaches of Tenna, a group of Bevillian Cavalry have come to try and hold them off. Pirate ships start to bombard the beaches as the troops are barely holding off their front.

Arengin Union wrote:

The Twelve Isles wrote:Bella stepped back when Vasilievich. He was clearly trying to be nice, but there was still a certain overbearing quality to him which made her feel a little uncomfortable. It seemed like he was a little over confidant, and not the time of man who liked it when things didnt go his way. "Im sorry, Im not sure If I know you all that well," said Bella as Vasilievich kissed her hand. "My job is more focused on the politics of my nation. Im sure Ms Allison Sernough, the Master of Economics would be the one who communicates with foreign businesses in our land."

Bella felt much more impressed by Captain Nabatov. He presented himself with a certain grace and dignity that Vasilievich has lacked, and she felt like he held a lot more respect for her. "Thank you for the compliments," she said. "I appreciate that you say that. I have heard some things about you as well, though I believe Imperial General Younger or Imperial Admiral Stoddard would be the ones who would know you best." Bella looked up at Captain Nabatov as she spoke. It was an odd experience for her. She was so tall that she was almost always either looking straight into someones eyes, or down at them.

Finally Levan spoke. He was nervous, more so than even Bella and she practically lived in a constant state of discomfort. She couldnt help but feel a little sorry for him. They had met a few times, but never really talked before. She had been most impressed by Captain Nabatov, but found that she felt most comfortable around Levan. Bella smiled at him, trying to ease the tension. "Thank you Levan," she said. "It means a lot to hear you say that."

She turned back to the other two men, and continued. "Anyways," she said, trying to suck in her feelings of discomfort and put on her face she used in public. "There is a mean prepared for us in the Dining Hall. I hope we can convene there." She smiled, but it was a little crooked and off, before turning and leading the suitors to the Dining Hall, where a large meal had been layed out. Bella saw Claire standing along the wall with the other servants, and quickly looked the other way, before sitting down and inviting the Arenginians to sit with her.

Isles Royal Palace

The three men sat down, each tried to get the seat closer to the empress. The lord took himself the seat right side to the empress, he sat down in such fashion that one couldn't hold but smile at how ridiculous he behaved. One could say the King simply chose him to be a suitor for the empress only out of pettiness, and this was actually true to an extent.

The Captain moved fast, he got to the seat where the empress would sit and pulled it out for her in such a polite manner the empress made a smile. Compared to Vasilievich, Nabatov was a handsome fellow, his beard was highlighted by some graying but he was tall and well built. Many of the female servants would blushed at his sight. Arenginian men in the isles were not an uncommon sight since the end of the war, many soldiers had remained behind to help rebuild the crippled infrastructure. Many Arenginian soldiers found love in the hands of the Isles women and so it was not uncommon to find many Islander women with Arenginian husbands.

Nabatov sat down left to the empress. Levan walked to the chair farthest from the empress, but he didn't mind. He simply sat down and began to admire the room, pictures and portraits of many different eras adorned the wall. There was even the portrait of Levan's grandfather, in his all mighty pose and uniform. The evening would an interesting one.

Bella thanked Nabatov for pulling her chair for her, but was a little taken aback by it to. In the Isles, it was a commonly held belief that women should be able to prove that they could take care of themselves, so it felt a little strange having someone help her sit. But Bella didnt mind. She knew that it was more traditional in Arengin, so she felt like Nabatov was trying.

She sat down, and pulled herself up to the table, looking over the three men sitting with her. They had practically crawled over each other try try and sit closer to her, like schoolboys did for a pretty teacher. "So," she said in Arenginian, "Tell me a little about yourselves gentlemen. I think it would be better to get to know someone who I may marry rather than just elope like a drunken couple on the New Years Feast."

Bevilla wrote:

New Communist and Socialist Unions wrote:

To Bevilla
We would most gladly support you, in return, you would join our alliance?

OOC: Yo Skarten, are your front lines touching the coast? If so, we can hit you. If you're making a bulge, which I suggest you do, you will be far away from my navy.

"You know, taking this alliance would be a bold move."

"I know, but it's our only chance."

To: The NCSU
From: General Pence

We would gladly join your alliance in return.

As pirates stormed the beaches of Tenna, a group of Bevillian Cavalry have come to try and hold them off. Pirate ships start to bombard the beaches as the troops are barely holding off their front.

Arriving in the scene were pirates as well! They were more like privateers under the NCSU flag. Led by Zachariah Redhair, they were armed with advanced naval tech, and began ramming the pirates with their hard iron hulls. The men on the allied pirate ships then began swarming into the enemy ships.