1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[The Traansval]

Capital Office
Pretoria, Gueteng, The Traansval

The Leader of The Traansval and her Boer people, stood looking out his window at the City streets below him. He watched as Horses pulled carts along the streets, while in the background a Steam Train arrived at the station, dropping off goods and supplies to the Platform. The contrast was amusing for the leader, giant steam machines dropping off supplies which are then transported on wooden wagons pulled by a horse or mule.

I must tell Doctor Octavian to research a steam vehicle that could travel in the streets. he said to himself as a passing idea.

The doors to his office opened, admitting the Chancellor of Domestic Affairs. The Office of National Affairs is the eyes and ears of the entire nation, a secret intelligence agency hidden behind the facade of a bureaucratic and diplomatic department. Well it wasnt actually a facade, the ONA and the Diplomatic Corps were the two main Diplomatic Agencies of The Traansval, with the ONA acting for as to provide information to the leader, and the Diplomatic Corps acting representatives of The Traansval to foreign nations.

Chancellor Kronger: Sir, word is there going to be a ball held on the main land.

Mark Kruger:A ball? Kronger, why would you bother me with such silliness of a ball..

Chancellor Kronger:Well sir, the Traansval is still fairly new to the world stage, this ball could help us improve our international image, and perhaps help us gain allies or trade partners.

Mark Kruger: Yes yes, i see your point. Well, if this really is a gathering of International Leaders, i supposed i should go. Gather up the Republican Guard, we shall board the next steamer.

To: The Royal Oswyn Family of The Arengin Union
From: The Verkose Beampte Mark Kruger of The Republic of The Traansval

Dear Royal Family Oswyn, I, Mark Kruger, hereby accept your invitation to your Winter Ball.
I shall arrive at the port in The Sea of Khartoum, I shall be joined by my wife, Alice Kruger, and 20 Elite Republican Guard soldiers.
I also hope to discuss a trade agreement, we have much Iron ore and spices of the Desert to trade.
But, let us leave diplomatic discussions out of a telegram, we shall see you at the ball.
END MESSAGE

[Arengin Union]

"Yes... let's." Oswyn took off his coat and hung it on the table mirror. He looked at Adance for a second, he was of average height and looked not so bulky compared to himself. Oswyn sat on the nearby wooden chair. Adance also sat on his own chair, he was shorter than Oswyn by a large margin, Oswyn was 6.5, he was massive.

Oswyn looked around the room. "How do you like your room? Your welcome to stay at my palace if this doesn't satisfy your taste Grand."

Adance was about to speak but was interrupted by Oswyn handing him an egg made of gold. "This is a gift, from my family to you my friend. I could have brought a shinier one but I was in a rush."

Adance looked at the egg with an odd face.

[The Twelve Isles]

Imperial Palace, City of Aclusia

Emperor Marcus Ragnus let out a small chuckle over Empress Lenas answer. He then began to cut his steak and began to eat. After chewing and swallowing a chunk of beef and potato, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at the Twelve isles empress.

"Aclus is grateful that you extend your hand in aligning with us, my people do not war, for we have been scarred too many, But war is inevitable, and it is good that we join together in surviving through these dark times. Our alliance will feature a defense pact with the other 2 allies, trade will also be established, the Royal navy will protect the trading lines. Another Thing I would like to talk to you about is the Arengin Union." Marcus then looked down at his plate.

"I fear that in the long run those power hungry people will turn on us" Marcus then said

Lena thought as Marcus spoke. The Isles and Aclus were certainly of all the nation in the Arilusian Entente the most similar in ideals and goals. But, for the moment, they needed to stick together. Each was powerful in its own right, and together they were a force to be reckoned with. But Marcus made a good point. What would happen after the alliance was no longer needed. Aegin was certainly the most antagonistic, and the coup in Rannoria spoke of deep political power struggles.

"Though I dont like to admit it," said Lena, "I feel that your right. They are excellent allies at the moment and for the political times, but they seem to have different goals. It is entirely possible that our fears are unneeded, and that even when the alliance is no longer needed, we will all still stick together, but if not. . ." Lena took a bite of her steak, and chewed thoughtfully. "Im not so sure what we can do about it though."

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Okyabrak, Stratovar
Klaus Adler landed on the dock, with his general staff and guests of honour. Immediately, the SA Black Guard started unloading horses for themselves and the guests. *An hour later* all the horses were unloaded, Hindenburg decided to go into a carriage, but Adler, Krafte, Landa, Wolff and the War heroes decided to ride on horses. "Are you sure that you want to use a horse Mein Führer? A horse is not for a leader." Hindenburg said, while walking into his carriage. "Hindenburg, most of us are not from the aristocracy like you, we prefer it this way," Adler replied. "Very well, Mein Führer." Hindenburg said, closing the carriage door. 10 soldiers would guard Hindenburg, while the rest would guard the others, all on horse back. All of them now head towards St. Osloverg.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

A kilometer off New Immortallia

The emperor was looking at the coast using a pair of binoculars, he had a good view due to being on an air balloon. How'd he get there you'd ask, well, he changed his choice of transport to air balloon instead of boat which was usual, as he wanted to test these fangled flying contraptions to see if they were compatible for anti-naval and anti-infantry warfare just in case a war breaks out between the two alliances.

[Rannoria]

"Yes... let's." Oswyn took off his coat and hung it on the table mirror. He looked at Adance for a second, he was of average height and looked not so bulky compared to himself. Oswyn sat on the nearby wooden chair. Adance also sat on his own chair, he was shorter than Oswyn by a large margin, Oswyn was 6.5, he was massive.

Oswyn looked around the room. "How do you like your room? Your welcome to stay at my palace if this doesn't satisfy your taste Grand."

Adance was about to speak but was interrupted by Oswyn handing him an egg made of gold. "This is a gift, from my family to you my friend. I could have brought a shinier one but I was in a rush."

Adance looked at the egg with an odd face.

Adance looked down.
"Uh, thank you, Alexander. I'm sorry I didn't bring you anything. And I'm very much fine wit the room, thank you."
He pocketed the egg.
"So, first thing's first. Wow, you are tall..." Adance chuckled. "But I would suppose that is of minor importance."

[Arengin Union]

"No need to bring anything for me my friend. And yes, I'm oddly tall. It is quite ironic since I was the smallest from my siblings." Responded Oswyn.

"Anyway, onto the matter. What do you think about our allies, and the alliance all together?" Asked Oswyn.

[Rannoria]

"No need to bring anything for me my friend. And yes, I'm oddly tall. It is quite ironic since I was the smallest from my siblings." Responded Oswyn.

"Anyway, onto the matter. What do you think about our allies, and the alliance all together?" Asked Oswyn.

"Well, I think it's, well, great! I believe the Warglorians could pose a threat, and I believe they could see Rannoria as an even weaker nation, waiting to be attacked, after the assassination of my predecessor. I believe that was why this alliance created, correct? For mutual prosperity, and defence against those who may pose a threat to nations. Aclus and I, we have been friends for some time. The Twelve Isles also proves well. It would almost seem we have an advantage, having two island nations. Well, one is half island... but that's not the point. I may provide the resources for the basis of industrialization. We also have nice spices. And herbs. That's helpful too. But, I also believe the ball is due and ringing near."

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

The hot air balloon the emperor was embarking in, was now closing in, where you'd might ask, the capital of the Arengin Union. The air balloon was slightly floating aimlessly, but was going to the general direction of a nearby clearing spotted by the hot air balloon scout. "My liege," said a guard to the emperor, who had two or so beads of sweat on his head, "We'll be landing a minute or less from now, please brace.", "Of course..." the emperor said, waving his hand to dismiss the guard. The emperor felt the descent of the balloon slightly as his blood started to move upward in a slow but steady pace. A small rumble resonated through the transport, followed by a slight shaking of the immediate surroundings, signifying that the hot air balloon was now "landed" successfully, which was that the many flotation bags were now hooked to the balloon so that everyone could touch down safely.

[Rannoria]

The hot air balloon the emperor was embarking in, was now closing in, where you'd might ask, the capital of the Arengin Union. The air balloon was slightly floating aimlessly, but was going to the general direction of a nearby clearing spotted by the hot air balloon scout. "My liege," said a guard to the emperor, who had two or so beads of sweat on his head, "We'll be landing a minute or less from now, please brace.", "Of course..." the emperor said, waving his hand to dismiss the guard. The emperor felt the descent of the balloon slightly as his blood started to move upward in a slow but steady pace. A small rumble resonated through the transport, followed by a slight shaking of the immediate surroundings, signifying that the hot air balloon was now "landed" successfully, which was that the many flotation bags were now hooked to the balloon so that everyone could touch down safely.

Sios turned his head to the window and saw something a tad strange. He now got up, then moved towards it. Standing by the window, he discovered that a hot air balloon had landed in the capital, near the Capital Hotel.
"Alexander, I think you might want to see this."
The uniforms were indistinct, and so was the leader, but the balloon donned an NCSU logo.
"The emperor of the New Communist and Socialist Unions is here."

[Arengin Union]

Oswyn got up and stood side with Adance. He looked at what seemed to be a balloon of some sort. "Uhmmm. Indeed it's him. I hope the escort men are not fearful of that apparatus."

"Let me tell you something Sios." Oswyn took of his gloves and took hold of them in one hand.

"I fear that these nations will start a war against us and will take my invitation as an opening to spy on our efforts. I also fear for the unity within the alliance itself. I know I can trust you, my wife is from Rannoria as you may know, and your predecessor and I were friends. His death brought such sadness in me. However, I am hopeful that our alliance will prevail. We need to bring Traansval to the alliance. They have precious resources and will serve as a strategic ally to our cause." Oswyn kept looking out the window.

[Rannoria]

Oswyn got up and stood side with Adance. He looked at what seemed to be a balloon of some sort. "Uhmmm. Indeed it's him. I hope the escort men are not fearful of that apparatus."

"Let me tell you something Sios." Oswyn took of his gloves and took hold of them in one hand.

"I fear that these nations will start a war against us and will take my invitation as an opening to spy on our efforts. I also fear for the unity within the alliance itself. I know I can trust you, my wife is from Rannoria as you may know, and your predecessor and I were friends. His death brought such sadness in me. However, I am hopeful that our alliance will prevail. We need to bring Traansval to the alliance. They have precious resources and will serve as a strategic ally to our cause." Oswyn kept looking out the window.

"I also completely trust you, Alexander, and I agree about The Traansval coming into our alliance. They could be of great importance in an alliance. But, do remind me, what do they have to offer again?"

[Arengin Union]

"They have iron ore, which we Arenginians have a lot of as well but the more the alliance has the bigger our war machine and industry will be. They also have precious spices that could be beneficial in medicine as well as foods. Tent also control the deserts of the south and if we have them at our side Wargloria will be surrounded from all sides." Oswyn replied.

"It is most important that all of us, you, me and the rest meet during the ball. I have made preparations for my library to be isolated and secured from all types of spying attempts. We must all come together to discuss what to do in case of war. You agree?"

[Rannoria]

"They have iron ore, which we Arenginians have a lot of as well but the more the alliance has the bigger our war machine and industry will be. They also have precious spices that could be beneficial in medicine as well as foods. Tent also control the deserts of the south and if we have them at our side Wargloria will be surrounded from all sides." Oswyn replied.

"It is most important that all of us, you, me and the rest meet during the ball. I have made preparations for my library to be isolated and secured from all types of spying attempts. We must all come together to discuss what to do in case of war. You agree?"

"We also have herbs, spices, and an abundance of ores. But nonetheless, more means more. And about the library meeting, I'm not sure. I would believe it would be quite shady or seedy to those in the Imperium, who could possibly think that we are plotting their leaders' downfall. It would be nice to discuss, but I'm not sure. Have Marcus or Lena arrived yet?"

[Arengin Union]

'I don't believe they have arrived yet. But I'm sure they will soon." Oswyn was still looking out the window, apprehensive and with a head full of thoughts.

"I must say, if we don't meet in the library them we should be discreet and talk while no one is paying attetion to us. It is most important the we talk on matters regarding the alliance and the continent as a whole."

[Rannoria]

'I don't believe they have arrived yet. But I'm sure they will soon." Oswyn was still looking out the window, apprehensive and with a head full of thoughts.

"I must say, if we don't meet in the library them we should be discreet and talk while no one is paying attetion to us. It is most important the we talk on matters regarding the alliance and the continent as a whole."

"Agreed. But where...?"
Sios looked down and pondered.
"Ooh, I know. What about if you, Lena, and Marcus spoke in the library, then you could discuss it with me later?"

[Arengin Union]

"I think that will be best, I must go now Sios. There are still things that need to be made for the ball. Remember, it's in a couple of days(occ: my next post will be the beggining, waiting for the guest to arrive), so enjoy the city While your here. Also take this." Oswyn took his coat from the table and put it in Sios hands.

"It is awfull cold this time of the year. Take it, I expect to see you in the ball my friend. Have a nice night." Oswyn began walking to the door.

[Newne Carriebean7]

Imperial Ordnance Academy
"fire!"
the shrill orders of the drill sergeant echoed in the ears of the gunners as the heavy cotton made string was pulled, the sweaty Iron bar of a handle dripping with perspiration. when the last syllable was said from the commander, a sheet of flame followed by a dull roar greeted the men as the shell flew into the air and landed on the other side of a river, impacting a small house and some fake gun batteries,sending debris everywhere.
"adjust aim up by six degrees, turn the gun five to the left and load grapeshot!"
"Yes sir!"
the massive battery creaked and groaned as the spinner was spun, the barrel pointing up then to port slightly until a crack was heard. then several members grabbed several packets of whatever they could find, old screws, nails and shredded up wood and put it down the long barrel, it raising up to allow for the pieces to slide down it's cast Iron throat of metal. as it was creaked and aimed at across the boarder at a small village, the gun let loose the sheet of flame once more, and over two hundred projectiles of various sizes began to hurl into the air, many of them impacting the local villagers and civilians that had neglected to move their asses out of the way.

the Phoenix
Arnold Hughes stood out on the wooden deck and gripped the railing of the ship tightly, it was an older vessel, but, it could transport them to his destination, he wouldn't really care what took him so long to reach those Imperialists with guns. grabbing a cigar from his pocket, he cursed as he fumbled and dropped it off the ship, landing in the mouth of a small baby, who smirked and saluted him. feeling a tap on his shoulder, the captain spun around and saw the ambassador face to face.
"ah, Diplomat,why do you wish to speak with me?"
"I would like to know, how long it is until we reach our destination?"
"look over there, now over there, now over there, do you see Wargloria?"
"no..."
"Because We're not there, now shut the fuck up 'ambassador' and leave me the hell alone, I need to watch my donut sandwich."
"Aye Aye,cap'n."
within an hour, the old massive passenger liner of the ship's tired and ancient engines slowed to a graceful halt as the ship docked in the Harbor. the whistles of the vessel blew with a shrill scream as Ambassador Arnold Hughes left it and touched his feet on dry land.

Carriebean City.
Subleiutenant flank General of the army Jeffory Holandes held his head up high as he was led to the podium, he was thankful for the small cover to hide the tears he had dripping from his once proud face. two days ago he was leading forces on patrol and had managed to shoot a small patrol of agernians, but that had came back to bite him in the ass.
"Take Aim!"
"Fire!"
with the sound of the gunfire being the last thing he heard, General Holande's soul departed his body as the bullets impacted him.
General Jeffory's replacement, General Kitsonaura Hideoshi looked on at the execution of the previous commander of the 6th Army. he knew incompetence was a crime, but he had no Idea it went all the way up to the top of the nation. an older looking white bearded fat man came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"why, congratulations on your promotion dear, have a drink to celebrate!"
"I'm not that thirsty now, Joeseph, but what's a little champagne before war,huh?"
the bearded colonel adjusted his monocle and let out a hearty laugh as he poured the champange, giving one to Hideoshi,who took a sip to show politness.
"Now then, we've gotten orders that the general Militas are to be organized into 1000 town minature divisons, they will joined together twice to form 20,000 soldiers, and one of those shall be a divison. there will be the 65th,45th,47th,86th,93rd,90th, 54th,32nd,29th,and 104th divisons, this will give us around 205,000 more troops to call upon in the war effort, and you are to command the entire frontline when it is established. congradulations on your promotion."
Hideoshi nodded and consumed the champagne.
"this is good champagne, what year is it?"
"1855, the same year as the revolution."
"my my, how'd you get this,I thought the wine cellars and rum containers were destroyed in the 1856 fire thanks to Pope Talo's rebellion?!"
Joseph tanto smirked at him.
"I have my ways."
with a clank of glass, the two pals began to chat about women.

Imperial Fleet Flagship Lao
Emperor Alex IV burped loudly as he scarfed down the oreo cookie he found in his pocket, he wasn't that elegant of a leader, and didn't really care about elegance nor romance, hence the reason why he still was a bachelor, and why he had very little public apperances outside of his Imperial Palace. that was also the reason why the Imperial Admirals mistrusted the man they called their leader to a degree. the door opened and a letter was thrown on the bed of the emperor, Alex IV opened it up and mused through the contents, he hadn't been to a ball in years, not since the 1840's, but there was a good reason for that, he was embaressed at large gatherings. turning to the aide, he gave a whistle., the man rushed into the room only to be met with a bullet to the face, smiling, Alex IV put the dead body in the closest and forgot about it.
"Oh Mitch!"
a tall man entered the room, bumping his head against the ceiling of the ship.
"I want you to send off a response to Oswyn's family, tell them I cannot come myself, but say I will send the President, no, the Prime Minister to deal with that, understood?"
"Got boss."
"what?"
"I meant got it boss."
Alex IV gave him a strange look, then shrugged his shoulders.
a letter was sent to Arenginian leaders.

To:The Royal Oswyn Family of Arengin
From: Emperor Alex IV of Carriebean
It saddens me to say that I am involved on a goodwill tour around the continent with my fleet of naval vessels, and as such, i will not be present at the ball. however, I shall send the Prime Minister of the nation,Davidson Scott Ishida to meet with you and your officials in the palace. expect his arrival and an escort of the Battleship Qin along with 30 of his Naginata warrior monk bodyguards to be present in a day at most. please rest assured.

[Rannoria]

"I think that will be best, I must go now Sios. There are still things that need to be made for the ball. Remember, it's in a couple of days(occ: my next post will be the beggining, waiting for the guest to arrive), so enjoy the city While your here. Also take this." Oswyn took his coat from the table and put it in Sios hands.

"It is awfull cold this time of the year. Take it, I expect to see you in the ball my friend. Have a nice night." Oswyn began walking to the door.

Oswyn closed the door, then Sios walked to the door and locked it. He walked back to the bed, where he sat, and looked at the coat.
"What a nice guy." With that, he grabbed the coat and the egg from his pocket.
"Do these have some secret mechanisms, or..."
"Anyway..." He thought. "t doesn't matter. A gift is a gift."
He took out his pocket watch which with close attention seemed to be a bit charred, and as soon as he saw the picture, a memory hit him in the face.

Memory - The Village of Risquel, South Maxtopia - 1866, The Hidden Purge
Everything was fuzzy.
Sios was dressed like he was in the hotel, and he saw a younger version of himself in the picture.
He saw himself yell to a women and child.
"Go with the others! Please, go..."
"No!"
"Go with them! You'll be safe, you'll be fine!"
"No, Sios, I don't care if I'm safe. If I die, I die with you!"
"Go! I said go! Get to safety. It's my only wish. Think of what Vail could be when he grows up, think about him!"
Jeanette's eyes were watering, and her face with a look of dismay on her face, she nodded, left, and joined a crowd of women, children, and the elderly, rushing to what looked like a bunker. Sios took a Shashka, with the words, "Through time and time, love shall unify," engraved on it in Ldnge. He put on some armor, then rushed into battle.

He also had his pistol with him, but refrained from using it, and charged with the sword his wife gave him. He slashed, dodged, and cut through cavalry ranks. His will to live and his love for his family made him do things that weren't accomplishable by the normal man. And through the haze of burning buildings, and through the fire, he saw the man who lead the attack on the Southern Maxtopian village of Risquel. Sitting on a horse in battle armor, holding a sword forged in gold, was the previous Grand, Odjen Kar. He laughed, and Sios yelled. "You sick man! You overgrown bastar-"
But he was soon cut off when someone hit him in the stomach. The Grand signaled the soldiers to bring Sios to him. And it happened.

They dragged Sios on his knees, and he reached where Odjen was. Sios spat at his feet. The guards hit him again. "You piece of-"
This time, Odjen kicked Sios in the face. "Watch your village burn, filth." And the soldiers turned Sios to the village. He saw a sight that was worse than anything. Houses being ransacked and burned. Men being slaughtered in battle, at the hands of Rannorians. His kin, his brethren. Odjen leapt down from his horse, and pulled the sword out of Sios' hand.
"Through time and time, love shall unify?" Odjen said, and laughed. "Hahaha, you pathetic swine. I thought you Maxtopians had your own language. Either way, you shouldn't be worthy of the glorious language."

"Why? Why would you do this?" Sios said to Odjen.
"Hah. You wouldn't understand. It's a matter... of, politics. Nothing you peasants can comprehend."
"Oh, yeah, I'll show you a little bit of-" Another blow received by the soldiers. "But either way..." Sios continued. "I'll die a happy man, knowing my family is safe."
"Oh, really?" Odjen spoke. And with those words, Sios' eyes widened with fear. He turned towards the bunker, concealed from plain sight. Visible upon closer inspection. And he saw two cavalrymen, holding torches and flammable substances. He watched longer, but felt helpless. A beast stirred inside him. A beast of unknown power. A feeling stronger than the one prior to his knockdown. The cavalrymen threw their materials, and he watched as the place burned, and he tried to look back, but was held in place by Odjen and a soldier.

He yelled a scream of rage, and with adrenaline he grabbed hit the two soldiers, grabbed the sword, and slashed Odjen in the stomach, where a deep gash formed. Odjen dropped to the ground, and Sios ran, with tears in his eyes.
Moments later, when the raid stopped, he wept as he walked over to the burned bunker, with only ash and rubble in sight. He knelt by the ruins, and cried. He searched the rubble, and found a charred pocket watch, covered in soot. He flipped it open. In there, he was greeted with the warm smiles of his wife and son, a picture that was taken somewhat recently. He cleaned and pocketed it, and wept. Sword in scabbard, watch in pocket. He wept 'til the day had died. He alone was the only survivor of a village with a population of nearly 1000 innocent Maxtopians.

[Aclus]

Imperial Palace, City of Aclusia

Marcus Listened to Lenas words carefully and felt a sense of relief of what she had said. He then checked his watch and saw the time, he then looked outside and the sky was dark and snow was falling softly.

"My lady, tis getting cold and dark outside, My servants have prepared a chamber for you and seperate ones for your guards if you are too spend the night, tomorrow I will be heading to the capital of the Arengin union for the winter ball, will you be to?" Marcus told Lena.

[The Traansval]

Sea of Khartoum Docks

Captain Hussan: Men, fan out, protect the Leader

The 20 Republican Guard soldiers got off the steamer, and formed a protective ring around it on the docks.

Two men, wearing expensive suits, walked off and arranged transport for the Leader.

John Hansen: My Leader, your carriage awaits..

Mark Kruger: Thank you, Hansen

Mark Kruger and his wife boarded the carriage, while the two men and Hansen boarded another, less regal one behind them. The 20 Soldiers marched along side, their Mauser's and Winchester Rifles glinting in the sunlight, Colt Single Action Army's loosened in their holster's.

A few Hours later

The Citizens of the Capital of the Adresian Union, stopped and stared as 20 armed men marched in, flanking two carriages.

The front carriage stopped in front of the Royal Hotel, and a man in a uniform similar to that of the soldiers stepped out, with a woman dressed in a fine light blue dress on his arm. Three men exited the second carriage, and were escorted inside by 5 of the Soldiers.

10 of the soldiers were marched to the area of the local Barracks, probably on some pre-arranged agreement to house them.

The 5 remaining soldiers took up positions out front of the Hotel, Pistols secured in their holsters and Rifles kept at their sides.

[The Twelve Isles]

Imperial Palace, City of Aclusia

Marcus Listened to Lenas words carefully and felt a sense of relief of what she had said. He then checked his watch and saw the time, he then looked outside and the sky was dark and snow was falling softly.

"My lady, tis getting cold and dark outside, My servants have prepared a chamber for you and seperate ones for your guards if you are too spend the night, tomorrow I will be heading to the capital of the Arengin union for the winter ball, will you be to?" Marcus told Lena.

Lena nodded, and stood to shake Marcus's hand. "Yes, I will be attending the ball, as well as my daughter, Princess Bella Cartwine. And thank you for the rooms, you have been to kind in my visit."

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Vexpold, Port Krieglied
A Warglorian officer was sent with a platoon of soldiers to escort the Caribbean ambassador, they saw him unboard the Phoenix, and the Captain saluted him. "Herr ambassador! Heil Adler! There is a carriage that will being you to the Imperial Palace." the officer pointed over to a carriage.

[Arengin Union]

Military camps of Stratovar 6:00 am

General Bruliov had been stationed at his camp for about half a week. He was in charge of the 2nd army and was awaiting orders of importance. Eventually a messenger had arrived. He entered to the commanders barracks, he was trimming his beard and almost cut himself. "Yes, what is it?!" Asked Bruliov annoyed.

"A telegram from high command sir." The messenger then handed the telegram and saluted.

It was till early morning, Bruliov was noticeably annoyed yet he took the telegram with utter respect opened and read it. His orders were clear. Move into Robesonistan and establish a secured area for new colonist, that was the summary of it.

"They must be out of their mind." Bruliov settled the telegram on his table. "Coronel!"

A tall young man with his uniform tightly managed entered the barrack, his name was Dimitri Belhman. "Yes sir."

"Assemble the division. We're taking Robesonistan for the motherland." Said Bruliov as he cleaned his neck from the shaving soap.

"It will be done my General." Colonel Belhman exited the barracks and quickly sounded the order for every men to ready for movement. All camps began to mobilize.

By the time it was 8:00 am all divisions awaited the Generals orders. At the main camp all men were in formation, with their rifles ready and their uniforms in tight condition. Bruliov finally got in front of his forces while on horseback and with standing voice said. "Men, we are heading in, and we are taking the land for our people and to benefit the people in the land."

"URA!" screamed the soldiers.

By the next couple of hours all divisions were entering Robesonistan. Thousands of soldiers, cavalry, and carriages pulled by mules were now in Robesonistan.

[Newne Carriebean7]

Krieglied
Arnold Hughes saw the platoon of soldiers and saluted them. his guards, though few in number, formed a circle and raised their rifles before Hughes lowered one, giving the hint for the others not to shoot them.
" don't shoot them, they are friends."
the gaurds nodded and saluted.
" ah, Thank you very much, I have to say, my first impression of your empire is one of marvel, I don't see a lot of trash anywhere, that's fantastic!" he said as he boarded the carriage and smiled at the officer.
soon the carriage was off, and the guards climbed in the back of it to protect it from an assassin or something.

Robesonistan-Rheinbalt boarder
the beating of the morning drums pounded through camp, the thousands of militia men got up and prepared for the daily routines, Tensun 3rd class commander Travis Reaven threw a bucket of water over his body, it was cold, but it was very invigorating. as the morning fires were lit to cook the food over and the rifles were picked up and cleaned out, the familiar click chack sound of the guns being cleaned out and loaded up with fresh ammunition from the wagon trains of food and gunpowder being heard throughout the camp, along with several country and down to earth songs. they had been ordered to hold their positions, and even with the extra reinforcements from local villages and towns that were arriving in the tens to hundreds every day, he still did not have enough men. as of today, a total of 18,605 soldiers were in the camp, sharing double bunks in the militia tents with several units and makeshift dugouts being made to accommodate several more soldiers. as he left the tent and poked at the cast iron stove, getting some pulled pork on a tortilla with some fresh goat cheese, he remembered that the soldiers would sneak these heavy cast Iron things into their beds to warm them up all throughout the night. along with the almost 18,000 soldiers, around 2,000 of those were horse men, and of those, 100 were cannon carriers, the army needed big guns, and 10 horses were needed to carry the huge guns they had brought along with them. looking around, he saw only one gun crew was set up with the heavy pounder cannon that the army used for it's main artillery. he noticed they were all darker in skin tone, but not as dark as others in the military, which didn't surprise him, as many of the Amanzo native slaves were of Indian and native american descent, Slavery had been the lifeblood of the economy for over 400 years since the early 1400's.

he then saw someone approaching, it was unusual, as not many people came through these parts, and as such Travis gripped his Katana sword tightly, he hadn't remembered the other one, and so the Katana would have to do. this was the reaction of several men who came to the entrance of the fort and pointed their guns out of slots in the wooden construction of spikes surrounding it. "who's there? are you Patchy the Pirate?!"
"yes, I'm a fucking Patchy, the hell you think I am, a Arengie?!"
the men, convinced by this, opened the door to let the rider through. he was wearing a militia uniform, and looked bloodied.
Travis beat the other men to him and asked him a question.
"what did you see?"
"Arengies,as far as the eye could see, roughly 5 or 7 grand, I was spotted before I could finish the patrol, and had to hightail it out of there!"
"well, I would say thank you, but you led them straight to our base, fucking moron shitstain!"
"wh-what,I-I, never did noth-"
Travis sliced the man's head clean off, drawing nervous stares from the militia as the body staggered, still standing, before collapsing on the ground, not moving again.
"anyone else want to be stupid? no? good. here is the plan, we shall organize ourselves into two groups, I will lead the Main force of 15,000 north, Tensun commanders Leroy and Jenkins will lead three grand to Carriebean City itself to warn the nation of the invasion. questions? no? good, now we ride!"
Travis grabbed his revolver and loaded it up with some rounds before mounting a horse and watch the men rush into positions for the assault.
"Men of Carriebean,I shall lead you into battle, we may win, we may lose, but I will promise you this, we will not survive, and we shall fight to the end, Long Live Carriebean, Death to those foolish Arengian forces that have dared to cross into rightful carriebeanian territory, now let us ride out of here, let's go!"
the men cheered with approval and organized themselves into the two groups, Travis raced out of the encampment with the majority of the forces to the enemy, turning his back while riding his horse, he saw the smaller force head off in another direction to warn the countries leaders that war had begun.