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[Slane]

In the Toveri Brünner Hall.

Michael Bormann clears his throat to grab the attention of all attending members and Margrave Alexander.

"We have recently received a diplomatic delegation from the Kingdom of Candanadium. They are offering a mutual alliance pact, it is called the New Konigstadt Pact. Along with this, we have the potential of forming a trading agreement with the current members. I believe this would be in our best interest to accept." Bormann finishes as he puts down the letter.

"It is in our best interest." Adds Müller. "We would be able to strengthen our national economy and gain access to resources to we wouldn't have otherwise. Plus it helps connect us to the rest of our neighbours, this would be the best way to learn of their culture."

All eyes turned towards the Margrave. Eyes filled with expectations that this deal would be approved for the benefit of the Slanean people.

"Very well. We shall accept. Draft a letter, have the necessary revisions made, and send it once it's finished." The Margrave says with a strong presence.

"Yes, your majesty." All of the advisors say at once before leaving the room.

To His Majesty William of House Magnar, Third of His Name, King of Candanadium, Defender of the Dominion, and Shield of the True North

Greetings of Peace!

We have received your proposal for a joint mutual defence pact under the New Konigstadt Pact, and we graciously accept. Not only does our shared bloodline tell us to do so, but the hearts and minds of every Slanean agree wholeheartedly. We look forward to the future trade agreements that will further bolster us mutually. We hope to create everlasting bonds between our nations. That stories will stem from this historic day between our nation and yours.

Most sincerely,

Margrave Alexander von Hohestaufen,
Third of his name, Lord Protectorate of the Kiil Isles, Margrave of Slane, and the People's Liberator

[Yetkia]

The President´s house
Yetiva

¨Sir, we´ve got a letter from Saint Ryvern, they want us to send delegates to some meeting for the power five.¨ The President´s Advisor said.

¨Alright, well send them away! Put them on the Next Ship to Ryvern.¨

The selected delegates are Jahari Vookoe and James Kimor, known for their excellent words and speech.

[Candanadium]

Aboard the RCNS Aurora Borealis, three days out from Amuru

Admiral Michael Steiner had always been a man who belonged at sea. He had been born on a ferry, when his parents had returned to Nordport from a trip on one of the neighbouring islands. Growing up near the harbour, he had loved to close his eyes and listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

His dad had owned a small boat. The Baffin Bay, he’d named it, after the destroyer he had served on for seven years. Michael had gotten his fishing licence at age 10, and his boating licence by age 14. At 16, he was proficient in the art of sailing and could name all the parts of a submarine. That’s when he decided he would enroll in the Royal Naval Academy, a mere 20-minute walk from Nordport harbour. His dad had taught there before he retired, and sometimes, he would take Michael to see the RCNS Baffin Bay, which was moored at the pier owned by the Academy. The Baffin Bay was the ship used to train recruits in the finer points of sailing. His dad would tell him stories of the men who had served with him and of the places they had been. He would tell Michael of the bustling port of Anurein with its vibrant night life, the exotic sights of Amuru and Kieru, and of the historic ports of Neu Viano and Old Konigstadt. That was when Michael decided he would want nothing more than to serve on a ship in the Royal Candanadian Navy.

At age 17, he applied for the Royal Naval Academy and was accepted with a full scholarship. By age 25, he was a young Captain aboard the frigate RCNS Hood as chief navigator. Now, at age 35, he had been all around the world. Michael had sailed past the towers of Uusi Mannerheim, clinging desperately to the desolate isles of Slane, he had sailed through the freezing Oseanian Archipelago, he had seen dark-skinned natives wave spears at him from the jungles of Chavakia, he had spent many a night drinking and sharing tales with his crew in the pubs and alehouses on the Adryian coast, and he had glimpsed the shimmering northern lights from the bridge of a destroyer. So when he was informed that he would be promoted to the rank of admiral and be given command of Candanadium’s newest ship, a Konigstadt-class aircraft carrier, he had named it Aurora Borealis without a second thought. Since then, he had sailed across the seas, seeing it all from the bridge of his carrier. The Aurora Borealis was his home, and her crew was his family. The home port of the Aurora Borealis was New Konigstadt, the first ship in the RCN to have that honour. It was a quiet mid-afternoon on the North Tai'hei Ocean, and all was calm on the bridge. A C-39 Scorpion fighter was being lowered below deck into the hanger, and nothing was out of place, until the radio operator suddenly burst into action.

"Admiral, a telegram coming in from Supreme Naval Command." The radio operator handed the telegram to Michael.

ADMIRAL MICHAEL STEINER STOP

ROUTE HAS BEEN SET STOP 
HEAD SOUTH AROUND ROSTOKIAN COAST STOP SAIL THROUGH NARROW PASSAGE STOP 
PORT CALLS IN CANBORAT STOP KALTERHAVEN STOP UUSI MANNERHEIM STOP NORDPORT BY ICE STOP

SUPREME NAVAL COMMAND NORDPORT STOP

"We are to sail south around the Rostokian coast, then up north through the Narrow Passage, with port calls in Canborat, Kalterhaven, Uusi Mannerheim, and finally, Nordport-by-Ice. That is our patrol plan." The Admiral addressed his bridge crew.

"But, Admiral, some of these nations are not our allies. Will the Ryvernians truly grant us passage through their most precious waterway?" Asked Commodore Rosenbaum, his second-in-command.

"Commodore, the Oseanians are bound to us by blood, if not by pledge. The Osarkians and the Ryvernians are peaceful peoples, and will not seek to anger our fair Kingdom. Plus, it will not be the first time a Candanadian warship has sailed through the Narrow Passage."

"We are no ordinary ship, sir. We are the flagship of the Royal Candanadian Navy, and with us are two destroyers and a supply ship, and those are just the surface ships. When they see such an armada sailing towards their capital, the Ryvernians may deny us passage out of fear." The Commodore did have a point. Michael put a hand to his chin in thought.

"There's only one way to find out. Petty Officer Goldberg, I will be drafting a telegram to the Ryvernian coastal fleet. We will be announcing our arrival." Michael headed back towards his chambers. He had meant to write a letter to his wife, back home in Nordport, and now, upon hearing the news that their deployment will end in Nordport, it lifted his heart just a little. The Admiral's chambers were located in the heart of the ship, a spacious stateroom and office, all for his personal use. He sat down at his desk, picked up his pen, and began to write to his wife,

To my dearest Maria,

How are things? I hope the weather hasn't been too horrid back home. We've recently received orders (I can't tell you the details, of course) and it seems that we'll end up back home in Nordport at the end of this deployment. How would you like to come aboard the ship and have a look around? I'll have the chef whip us up something special. It's been so long since we've had a proper date. I'll be home for a while, it seems. Wait for me, Maria, and I might just come home for good.

Your loving husband,
Michael.

He sealed the letter with the white wax of the Royal Candanadian Navy, then got out another sheet of official stationary to draft a telegram to the Ryvernian fleet guarding the coast.

Admiral of the Ryvernian coastal fleet, be advised,

The Candanadian warship, RCNS Aurora Borealis, a Konigstadt-class aircraft carrier, alongside her escorts, the RCNS Prince Christopher, a Golding-class destroyer, the RCNS Northern Glory, another Golding-class destroyer, the RCNS Bonaventure, a Queen Viktoria-class supply ship, and two submarines, whose class and names shall not be disclosed for tactical reasons, are hereby requesting permission to traverse the Narrow Passage, under direct orders from Supreme Naval Command in Nordport-by-Ice, Eisenstaat, Candanadium. Our intent is not hostile, as this is simply part of a routine patrol. A port call will be made in Canborat prior to the traversal of the Passage, where I will gladly meet with representatives of the Ryvernian government to discuss this matter further if need be.

Your response will be highly appreciated.

Best regards,

Admiral Michael Steiner, Commanding Officer of the RCNS Aurora Borealis and Admiral of the 3rd Southern Fleet.

[Saint Ryvern]

Naval Command and Control Center
Outside of Kituo
3:21 AM Local Time, January 22, 1940

Palpable tension moistened the air of the Naval Command and Control Center, though no one would directly confront the cause of the tension. Based outside of Kituo, the center oversaw the operations of each and every Ryvernian fleet, as well as supervising the movement of foreign vessels through the waters of the Unified Tribes. As a powerful seafaring nation, one along a key trade route, the NC³ regularly monitored and approved the travel of merchant vessels from all across the world through the Narrow Passage. However, it was an uncommon occurrence for a large group of military vessels from a nation without any direct ties with Ryvern to request access to the Narrow Passage.

Sauda Bonto, Admiral of Chief Naval Operations, one of the highest ranking military officials in the nation, could not remember a single instance where a foreign nation's flagship requested access to the passage. Nonetheless, the Candanadian vessel's commander, some Michael Steiner, wanted to trounce six heavily armed, potentially hostile vessels directly past the capital and the nation's second most populous city. Surely, they would attempt no open hostility, their nation possessed more honor than the simpletons in Amurria, but the unidentified nature of the two submarines worried Bonto and deeply troubled the higher-ups at the Ministry of Defense. It suggested a certain boldness on the part of Steiner and the Candanadian government, a disrespect and spurning of Ryvernian authority, an attempt to slip underneath their noses with secrets in tow.

"A routine patrol," yet not so routine that it had ever happened before, suggesting to Bonto that there may be some malicious intent behind the orders from Eisenstaat. Nothing openly hostile, of course, though the Candanadians could strike a critical blow to the Power Five with the upcoming conference, but that would mark certain death for Steiner and absolute destruction of all six vessels, including their shiny new toy, the Aurora Borealis. But there had to be some reason that, now of all times, as anti-Ryvernian sentiment prospered in one of their closest allies, that Candanadium would request access to travel so close to Kituo.

It left the admiral with plenty to think about, as he answered questions from lower ranking officers popping into his room, as per usual, with orders from the Ministry of Defense laying on his desk. Hesitantly, after appealing to the almighty guidance of the cycle, Bonto drafts what he is sure is the most important telegram of his career:

Admiral Michael Steiner of the Third Southern Fleet, Commanding Officer of the RCNS Aurora Borealis

Sifa ya Mzunguko, a foreign greeting to you, entrenched in the religion that guides the Unified Tribes and her leaders. In Letuskian, "praise the Cycle," an honorary greeting, praising the guiding forces of the universe for bringing two individuals together, especially two elevated individuals like ourselves. The government of the Unified Tribes recognizes and respects the request of the Supreme Naval Command. Your nation, an honorable one, has never directly wronged our own, and we intend to honor the request of your government and military command. However, it is not accepted with ease or without any discomfort. Therefore, it is the request of the Ministry of Defense and the Naval Command and Control Center that you fulfill your promise to meet with Ryvernian delegates in Canborat.

You will meet with Kamir Berhanu, a Ryvernian diplomat and former naval officer stationed in Canborat at our embassy. Upon docking, you will be transported to the embassy by Ryvernian military police, the standard unit assigned to protect all of our foreign diplomats, and meet with Berhanu to discuss the specifics of your travels through the Narrow Passage. The government of Ryvern looks forward to your cooperation and wishes the grace of the Cycle upon your travels: those to, through, and from our waterway.

Huenda Mzunguko Uongoze, (Letuskian: May the Cycle guide you)
Sauda Bonto, Admiral of Chief Naval Operations and of the Ryvernian Coastal Defense Fleet

[Osarkian Federation]

January 24 1940 4:00 A.M.

In preparation for the agricultural reforms, The department of economy has created a very basic road map to what the reforms will do

Once the reforms go into place, with farmers getting the proper tools, these regulations shall go into place

1. Farmers who farm crops should divide their fields so roughly their crop will yield 25% potatoes, 45% wheat, and 30% other crops that the government would mandate, such as tomatoes apples etc. the 30% will differentiate based on the type of farm for instance a orchid and the amount of space the farm has

2. Once the crop has matured, farmers shall sell their crop to state approved corporations that will turn the food into MRE. The Corporations will buy the farmers stock at market value to not limit the farmers ability to live a normal life.

3. For farmers that focus more on meat/dairy products, quotas will be put in place judging on the type of animal they farm.If the farm is lacking in technology the government will assist in building a more modern stable or pin to maximize the amount of meat/dairy that is produced per farm. These farmers will follow the same rule to sell to only state mandated corporations. Quotas will be made judging by the amount of land and how good the land that the farmer raises animals on.

4. The government at the end of a growing season can dictate what the farmer is to grow in the 30% area, as some crops may be more needed than others.

5. If farmers do not meet quotes their land will be temporarily ceased and put under government influence until the farm can sustain quota. If the farmer does not meet quota multiple times and it is proven the farm is capable of meeting the quota the farm will be taken away under government control until it can be sold to another private citizen.

*Around the same time factory's start construction around areas where the farming reforms will go into place,
Osarkia's economic adviser Wadso Wekati oversee's the program.*

*Wekati walks into President Ulbrich's office*

"sir, i would like to announce that the construction for the factory's has gone into place, they will be located several key locations where the goods from the reforms can be met up and produced into more profitable food stuffs. I looked it over with my team, the construction for the smaller factory's could take about 3 months, while the larger factory's could take up to 7. "

*President Ulbrich responds*

"Sounds good, by the time we can get the larger factory's operational i hope that we will be able to start producing food, as we need economic reforms to boost this county into a power that can at least help the Power Five in one way. By the way,don't let the factory's take longer to be built than you said, if they do, there are going to be...consequences. That is all, dismissed "

[Candanadium]

Officers' Mess, RCNS Aurora Borealis, Tai'hei Ocean

The Officers' Mess was the arguably the nicest and most lavishly decorated room aboard the 250-metre long aircraft carrier. The table was mahogany, with upholstered oak chairs all around, and a crystal chandelier for illumination. Two crossed rifles hung on the wall, alongside the Admiral's medals and awards. A painting of the ship hung on the opposite wall, done by the wife of Commodore Rosenbaum. The same could not be said for the food, however. Although fresh food was regularly delivered to the carrier by the supply ship, RCNS Bonaventure, and by air, the quality of the food could not always be guaranteed. The latest food shipment had come in from Adryia, which was a step up from the Amurrian supplies, but still not to the taste of the Aurora Borealis's men. The Admiral, however, never complained about the quality of the food. Today, evening mess was spaghetti Bolognese, with meatballs and salad. The Admiral was eating quietly at the head of the table, and nobody dared interrupt that silence. The officers all knew about their new orders, to sail the Narrow Passage. The Admiral had written to the Ryvernians yesterday, and had not received a response since. The silence in the mess was broken when the steward suddenly appeared, carrying a white envelope.

"Telegram, sir, from Admiral Sadua Bonto of the Ryvernian Coastal Defence Fleet." The steward handed it to the Admiral and stood back as the Admiral broke the red sealing wax and drew out the paper. The Admiral's eyes revealed nothing as he read the Ryvernian's message over.

"If I may, sir, have they given us permission to proceed?" Commodore Rosenbaum asked, putting down his knife and fork. The Admiral rubbed his temples and dropped the paper on the table.

"The Ryvernian wants me to go ashore at Canborat to discuss this matter in the embassy, with one Kamir Bernahu. I'm told that he is of a naval background himself." There was clear frustration in the Admiral's voice. He was not a politician nor a negotiator, he belonged at the helm of a ship, and these things he could never manage on his own. "Gentlemen, I don't know what the desk jockeys at Nordport were thinking, but the Ryvernians are on high alert. When they see a carrier and two destroyers sailing past their capital and largest city, alongside two unidentified submarines, what message will that send? I expect they think we're about to declare war." The Admiral chuckled to himself. "Forgive me, gentlemen, but I will need some time alone. Commodore Rosenbaum, stay." The Admiral pulled out a pen as the gathered officers filed out of the mess.

"Commodore, you've served under me for how many years now?" The Admiral asked.

"Five aboard the Hood, sir, and two aboard the Aurora."

"And all this time, we've only crossed the Narrow Passage once. Do you remember that time, back on the Hood? We crossed at what, three in the morning?"

"I suppose it was, sir. What are you trying to get at here?"

"My point is, dear Rosenbaum, that unless Supreme Naval Command has an excess of money, we wouldn't be crossing the Narrow Passage. They know that the toll is a king's ransom, and the Ryvernians are not exactly friendly towards us or the NKP. So my question is, why? Why would they parade us, the flagship of the fleet, alongside her proud escorts, in the face of our enemies?" The Admiral took a drink of water.

"Well, sir, we know that the Power Five are holding a conference in Kituo soon. My guess is that some politician all the way up the chain of command decided that it was time to remind them who really controls the seas. Just a hypothesis."

"Perhaps it is. Or perhaps we'll get the order to fire at midnight." The Admiral finished his water and stood up. "I expect we'll need to contact Supreme Naval Command about sending us a negotiator. Sleep well, Commodore."

"You too, Admiral. Good night."

RCNS AURORA BOREALIS
ROYAL CANDANADIAN NAVY

SUPREME NAVAL COMMAND STOP

REQUEST TO TRAVERSE PASSAGE SENT STOP
RYVERNIANS REQUESTING NEGOTIATIONS ASHORE AT CANBORAT STOP
REQUESTING NEGOTIATOR FOR MEETING STOP

ADMIRAL MICHAEL STEINER STOP
RCNS AURORA BOREALIS STOP

RCNS AURORA BOREALIS
ROYAL CANDANADIAN NAVY

Admiral Sadua Bonto, Ryvernian Coastal Defence Fleet and Admiral of Chief Naval Operations,

On behalf of the crew of the RCNS Aurora Borealis and her escorts, I accept your offer to discuss the traversal ashore at the Ryvernian Embassy in Canborat. However, I fear that I do not have any experience in political affairs, which is why I have written to Supreme Naval Command to request a negotiator to be sent from Candanadium, who will speak on behalf of myself. I myself will be present at the meeting, but solely to provide naval figures and information. I will write again once I receive a response from Supreme Naval Command.

I look forward to hearing back from you. May R'hllor light your way in the darkness.

Regards,
Admiral Michael Steiner
Commanding Officer of the RCNS Aurora Borealis and Admiral of the 3rd Southern Fleet

[Amurrria]

Amuru, United Kingdoms of Amurria, 24th January 1940

"Look at those ships, they're returning from New Konigstadt." Said Jack, as he looked out the classroom's window.

"And look there, the Amagi." Takeru replied as the HIMS Amagi entered the Amuru Bay. "It really is a big ship, almost 400 meters long, right?"

"Yes, around that size. It's still huge tho, I'd like to be aboard it. I bet it would feel great."

"Maybe, but until it's open to the public, we're not allowed to go on it. And I don't plan on sneaking around."

"Neither do I. But it's still an awesome ship. I heard it scared those Candanadians shitless when it docked at their harbor."

"Close but not quite. They did think we were invading them though."

They turned around, facing towards the classroom.

"I heard Helena came over to your house last night, right?" Asked Takeru.

"Yeah. She came over to ask me for tomorrow's test." Replied Jack.

"And what did you guys do?" He asked as he looked around.

"I know we found some wine in the cellar, I know I drink a glass of it a day most of the time. We drank like two bottles I think. I told her I'll help her get to her house, but she denied, instead wanting to remain at my place. So I took her to my room, and made sure she's fine. And what do you know, we ended up having a bit of a steamy night. After that, I told her how I feel, and it seems she felt the same."

"Good for you, mate!"

"Anything similar happened to you?"

"Nah."

"It's gonna happen, I'm sure of it." Jack ended as he walked to his seat, then the bell rang.

[Belkhomir]

Mirskai Mountains, outside the city of Golding
24th January 1940

The Royal Family of Belkhomir didn't know what was about to happen. No one except the people involved did. Several Artillery units of the Belkhomirian Army had quietly moved positions to oversee the city of Golding. A group of renegade Army Officers had decided that this would send a message to Candanadium and their Embargo. The Artillery pieces were pretty old, including two 20-year-old Railway guns. Nestled within one of the valleys within the mountains, several junior officers consulted their time pieces. At 1100 hours, they'd commence shelling various locations in Golding.

"Reconnaissance of the city has pinpointed several locations of note to be targeted by today's bombardment. Their Fuel Depot, their Ammunition Storage, and their downtown area. The Fuel depot and Ammunition storage supply their Garrison of 5,000, so we can expect them to be filled to the brim. As soon as those two are destroyed, you may target locations at your own discretion. Residential Areas, Hospitals, Fire Stations, even their water pump facility. I want Golding burned to the ground." The senior Artillery Officer relayed to his subordinates via radio. At 1055 Hours, the various artillery pieces had finished loading and were calibrating their trajectories, aiming for the two specified locations to be targeted first. At 100 hours exactly, the first 20 year old railway gun fired off the opening shot of the Belkhomirian War. A 355mm shell whistled through the air, an ominous sound to those that could hear it. Sailing in a perfect arc, it landed among the Golding Fuel Depot. At the same time as the railway gun fired, the second gun launched its projectile towards the Golding Ammo Storage. Almost simultaneously, two apocalyptic explosions devastated the city. Houses ceased to exist, people were ripped to pieces or crushed by debris, while countless more were lost under rubble or burned to ashes in the fires. Golding has abruptly changed from an orderly border city to an inferno. The other artillery sections fired, even as the shockwaves from the two detonations reached them. The Water Supply building was destroyed, cutting off the water supply to the city (and more importantly, the fire stations). The city's main hospital suffered extensive damage when a third 355mm shell turned its facade to rubble. And as this happened, several guards in the Belkhomirian Royal Palace turned their guns on their leaders as a new Military Junta assumed control.

[Candanadium]

1100 hours, January 24, 1940, CDFS Frontier, Mirskai Mountains, Caskhomir, Candanadium

Liam sat in the small outpost, eating a sandwich. The day's patrols had been uneventful so far, with no stragglers on either side of the wire, and no wildlife to be seen. In other words, a regular day on the border. Their deployment was coming to an end soon, and Liam would relish being back on a ship again. He felt at home, standing on the deck of a carrier in the Tai'hei Ocean. He gazed out towards the Belkhomirian side of the border, but his thoughts were interrupted by the booming of artillery as the perfectly blue sky was profaned by a dark cloud of artillery smoke as a shell whistled past them.

"Gruß Gott! They're firing on us! Sound the alarm, quick!" He exclaimed, grabbing the radioman. "Send a report to CDFB Golding, now! Belkhomir has declared war!"

"Immediately, Corporal. Shall we retaliate?"

"No, but have the border patrol get ready. We'll wait for orders from Golding. In the meantime, we need to make sure nobody gets through the border with us noticing. We're the first line of defence."

"Aye, Corporal. I'll have the men geared up and ready to go."

"R'hllor protect us."

---

1230 hours, January 24, 1940, CDFB Golding, Golding, Caskhomir, Candanadium

The city of Golding was ablaze. Across the parade square of the military base, the ammunition depot was still slowly burning, punctuated by the pop-pop-pop of ammunition cooking off. Across the city, fires were burning as homes and offices erupted into flames from the sudden Belkhomirian bombardment. Not even the hospitals and water pumps were spared. The base was on full alert, with planes fuelled and ready to take off at any time. Major Thomas Gutenberg was at a loss for words. In all his life he'd never expect to see an invasion from the south, but now, the Belkhomirians had finally done it, they had come surging over the Mirskai to provoke the great Candanadian bear. His silence was broken by an aide coming up to him and tapping his arm.

"Major Gutenberg? A report from CDFS Frontier, sent an hour and a half ago. Communications are finally back up."

CANDANADIUM DEFENCE FORCES
CDFS FRONTIER

EMERGENCY STOP
BELKHOMIR HAS FIRED UPON GOLDING STOP
EVACUATE CIVILIANS IMMEDIATELY STOP
INFORM NEW KONIGSTADT STOP
NO TROOP MOVEMENTS ON BORDER STOP
STATION IS SECURE AND UNDAMAGED STOP
REQUESTING PERMISSION TO RETALIATE STOP

CORPORAL LIAM SPIEGELMANN STOP

"Dear God. Forward this to New Konigstadt, I expect the Chancellor will want to convene parliament and declare war. Give Frontier the go-ahead for retaliatory strikes. We will remind those Belkhomirians of the last time they tried to take on Candanadium. Gather our remaining forces, we're going to march across the Mirskai."

"Aye, sir. May R'hllor guide us all."

---

1230 hours, January 24, 1940, Parliament Hill, New Konigstadt, CCR, Candanadium

"We will need to retaliate with full force immediately. This attack on Candanadian soil cannot be tolerated. We will not stand and take it from Belkhomir!" The Field Marshal pounded the table in anger as other Councillors nodded their heads. Maxime had never seen the Privy Council in such an uproar or in unanimous agreement. The King sat at the other end of the table, looking pensive and distant.

"We'll need to provide humanitarian aid for Golding immediately, I expect. I'll send in the bombers to airdrop food, water, and other necessities. We'll strengthen the Golding garrison and launch a full-scale invasion of Belkhomir, through the Mirskai. The garrison in Golding is used to mountain warfare and will not disappoint." The Grand General of the Air Force remarked. All eyes were on Maxime.

"Your Majesty, we would like your approval before we proceed with a declaration of war." Maxime asked the King, who sat upright and cleared his throat.

"And so they spoke, and so they spoke, those Kings of Belkhomir. But now the rains, weep o'er their halls, with not a soul to hear." The King declared, standing up. "There once was a time when the memory of the Belkhomirian War was still fresh. We will re-teach them the meaning of the Rains of Belkhomir, with fire, blood, and raging fury. Gentlemen, you have my approval. Make Candanadium proud." Maxime stood and shook the King's hand as he left to address the lower house.

---

1430 hours, January 24, 1940, Parliament Hill, New Konigstadt, CCR, Candanadium

"Fellow members of parliament, ladies and gentlemen of the viewing gallery, and Candanadians. Today, I come before you with devastating news. At precisely 11 o'clock this morning, the rogue nation of Belkhomir launched an artillery bombardment on the city of Golding, in the province of Caskhomir. The attack was completely unexpected and has resulted in hundreds of deaths across the city. As we speak, the Golding fire department is fighting to quell the flames in the Golding Fuel Depot, Candanadium Defence Forces Base Golding, and Golding General Hospital. Twenty-nine 355mm shells were launched from various locations hidden inside the Mirskai Mountains, at targets that were primarily civilian.

This is an attack on Candanadium and all her people, and we will not remain silent and inactive, and thus, it is with a heavy heart, that I announce the declaration of war against the Kingdom of Belkhomir. We will teach them the meaning of the lyrics of The Rains of Belkhomir once more, and we will not rest until the rains weep o'er their halls, with not a soul to hear. The fight will be tough and the conditions will be brutal, but I have confidence that R'hllor will guide our valiant Defence Forces through the darkness. Thank you, and may the True North prosper forevermore." The House of Commons was eerily silent, until one member stood up, pumped his fist in the air, and yelled.

"The True North Strong and Free!"

He was joined by another, and another, and another, until the entire House was up on its feet, yelling as one.

"The True North Strong and Free!"

"The True North Strong and Free!"

"The True North Strong and Free!"

---

1500 hours, January 24, 1940, CDFB Golding, Golding, Caskhomir, Candanadium

"Marines, soldiers, and airmen, we all know of the injustice that has been done to our country. For decades, we have sat by the foot of the Mirskai and watched as our scheming southern neighbours slandered and perjured our great Kingdom. Their very existence is an insult upon the might of our nation. Today, we change that. Half an hour ago, the Chancellor declared war upon the Kingdom of Belkhomir, and we will retaliate against those who would do us harm with full force. Today, we fight for the honour of our nation. The fight will be bloody, and the march will be hard, but when you are standing in ruins of Festung Lorelei, think not of the glory of the nation or the honour of our King, but of the innocent people you saw burning in Golding and your homes going up in flames. We shall do unto Belkhomir the same they have done unto us, as it is written in the holy laws of R'hllor. His fires shall consume the pretender Kings, and those fires will only be vanquished when the rains weep o'er the streets of Schwannburg, reunited with her kinsmen under the crowned maple leaf. Now, I call upon you to avenge Golding, to defend our nation, and to strike holy justice into the hearts of the enemy, for we are the True North, and the True North shall remain strong and free!" Major Gutenberg unsheathed his broadsword and cried.

"Golding garrison! Forward, march!"

CANDANADIUM DEFENCE FORCES
CDFB GOLDING

CDFS FRONTIER STOP
WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED STOP
GOLDING GARRISON MARCHING TOWARDS BORDER STOP
ARTILLERY BOMBARDMENTS WILL BEGIN SOON STOP
LINK UP WITH GOLDING GARRISON AT BORDER STOP
WILL PROVIDE FURTHER INFO VIA RADIO STOP

MAJOR THOMAS GUTENBERG STOP
COMMANDING OFFICER CDFB GOLDING STOP

[Belkhomir]

All Across Belkhomir

If Golding had been chaotic, Belkhomir was a close seconds. Loyalist Groups had risen up against the Radicals. Within two hours of the Bombardment gunfire was echoing in settlements and fields across the kingdom as Loyalists and Radicals fought each other. Those who came over the Mirskai Mountains would see Belkhomir at war with itself. In the city of Vase, close to the Candanadian Border, the Radicals who had fired on Golding found themselves trapped in the downtown area as loyalist soldiers and militia pinned them down. One of the officers who had commanded the artillery operation was last seen commanding a group of Radical soldiers just before the building they were behind collapsed from the fire that had consumed it.

In Schwannburg, barricades had been erected as Martial Law was enforced through the capital. The eastern District was besieged as its loyalist garrison held the line to allow the sole surviving member of the royal family to escape. As she entered a waiting car, a Radicalist climbed over the barricade and pulled the pin out of a grenade. A Loyalist quickly swivelled and shot him in the chest, caught the grenade, and threw it back towards the soldiers who had been behind the first. The shrapnel tore through them as Loyalists surged to the barricade and continued firing. The sole princess of Belkhomir was quickly evacuated to locations unknown as the civil war surged through the nation like wildfire.

In Hoffnung, A tank battle was underway between the Loyalist-allied 3rd Armoured Company and the Radical-aligned 7th Armoured Company. As tanks from both factions blasted away at each other in the streets of Hoffnung, Infantry scurried from alleyways, engaged in gunfights with each other and ambushing hostile tanks. However, due to the chaos of the spontaneous civil war, may friendly fire incidents occurred. A Radical Heavy Tank had emerged at an intersection when a Radical soldier armed with a Anti-Tank rocket stood up in a half-destroyed 2nd story building and fired his rocket into the tank. The rocket penetrated the tank’s weak armour and exploded, roasting the men inside and detonating its ammunition. The burning wreck of the tank ground to a halt in the middle of the intersection, cutting off vehicle access. The Radical soldier didn’t even have time to comprehend his error as a Loyalist sniper perched on a belltower shot him, his limp body falling out of the building onto the inferno below him.

[Candanadium]

Deepwood Hall, New Konigstadt, CCR, Candanadium

"Your majesty, my lords, thank you for meeting me here on such short notice. As we all know, the southern pretender has declared war upon us. But now, the question is, what shall we do with the Belkhomiran nobles once Schwannburg falls?" Maxime addressed the gathered lords, who had been flown in from various parts of the country. Lord Eisenschild, tall and clean-shaven, smirked at Lord Wagner, as if sharing some private joke with him.

"Your majesty, Lord Bernier, I do believe that the King of Belkhomir should be stripped of lands and titles, and exiled to some foreign land, whichever one will take him. We need to teach the Belkhomirians a lesson, and once they see their pretender King scurrying off to some foreign country with his tail between his legs, they won't ever think of rising against us again." Lord Wagner remarked as Lord Eisenschild nodded in approval.

"While I agree that the Belkhomirians must be taught a lesson, is it really necessary, after all the death we've inflicted on their nation? My lords, we must teach forgiveness and repentance, to ensure nothing of the like ever happens again. We must give the man the lordship of Festung Lorelei, but he will have to swear allegiance to our good Lord Brimmhalle as a bannerman to House Brimmhalle." Lord Jason van Magnar was the Lord of Old Konigstadt, and a distant cousin to the King. An old man of sixty-five, he had seen three Kings rise to power, and advised caution against most actions.

"Off with his head, I say. Off with his head and be done with it." Lord Fischer grumbled impatiently. "Every time they come over the Mirskai we throw them back and forget about them. Solve the issue once and for all. We're already marching into Schwannburg, why don't we take care of the pretender for good?"

"Patience, Lord Fischer. I fear I must agree with my lord cousin on this matter. We need to show that we are a compassionate nation, and to fully integrate Belkhomir into our Kingdom, we must show mercy. That is my decision, and my decision is final. Lord Bernier?" The King counselled.

"Meeting adjourned. Enjoy the capital, my lords."

[Aurrela]

City: Erou
District: Atarashī umi chiku (the new sea district)
"As minister of construction, I’m so proud of every man who has layered brick on brick to expand our great ports!" Exclaimed the minister.

"The sea is among the most critical resources for an island nation like us, and so this port we do stand upon will expand our naval power."The hundreds gathered there applauded.

"Now then it's time for the hungry interviewers to interview me..."

Immediately after saying this what would seem like hundreds of men came forward with almost thousands of questions.

"Why did I take this job in the first place, like bloody hell so many questions?"

Main land province
Training site: 11

"Put the next smoke round in!" Ordered the commander.

"Affirmative, sir!"

"Direct hit! Well done lads. Gerilous give me a report"

"The Ophelion is just fine sir, but where killing so many of them where running out of shells!"

"Ha nothing can stand up to the Ophelion!" With him a chorus of laughter could be heard in the tank.

Meanwhile above the training exercise

"Hmm red team is losing more and more tanks. Who bright idea was it to let the rookie be tank commander for this round?"

"Sir, I believe it was your idea...”

"Dammit."

"Just because you’re jealous my son is better than any little rookie commander you can scratch out of the 72rd Tank group" Joked Colonel Narous.

"Oh and as if the 33rd is any better last I checked your poor logistics lost you 3 tanks to the ocean if remember correctly? Also you just right and gave your younger son, Reyous the dammed Ophelion instead of just giving him a standard tank!"

"Ha! At least I still have my first tank your little light tank blew up. Like dam learn how to manage your own logistics before insulting mine"

"I will make sure you die one day."

"In your dreams Rouxion, in your dreams."

Eyes only for Navel commandant Marshle.
Under order of Supreme commander Matcherbiku Clermou and cleared by his most exalted majesty

Navel battle group Erou is to proceed Atarashī umi chiku in Erou after military training exercise 102 for upgrades for provided equipment.

Naval battle mainland will also be joining you in the port please do put on a show. We need to show that this port was worth the budget it ate up.

Sincerely Supreme Admiral,
Matcherbiku Clermou.

Show the might of the empire.

[Rostokia]

NEW KONGISTADT, 1940.
RNS VOLKEN.

The RNS Volken arrives in New Konigstadt in order to sign the papers that show that the Rostokians have entered the New Konigstadt Pact, an Alliance between, Candanadium, Amuria, Slane and Adriya. Foreign Minister Emmet Soweto steps off the Ship, guarded by 2 Rostokian Military Guards. From there he meets the Foreign Minister of Candanadium, and time goes on. Rostokia also requests to make deals by producing their own versions of the Candanadium Military helmet dubbed the "RM-40".



Zeon Island, 1940.
Zeelow District 3.

The Zeon Island War has gone on for pretty long. It's time for the Rostokians to get their act together. 10,000 Soldiers are regrouped at Zeelow District, getting ready for a final Military Offensive against the Zeon Island rebels. President Walter greets the troops in a way to increase morale.

"My Fellow Countrymen, Soldiers of the Republic. Today, we shall end this dreadful war that has cost hundreds of both young and old lives. Today, The remaining units of the Rebels will face the might of the New Rostokian Army! Give them hell! For the Fatherland! Destroy the rebels, take the Islands back! Failure will not be accepted! Forward my fellow countrymen, wage war!"

Large shouts and chants reverberate through the air. Soldiers begin entering their vehicles and taking off the Battlefield, readying for the last battle of the war. Medium Tanks shred through the Forests of Zeon Island. Aircraft Engines roar over the seas and jungles. The footsteps of Soldiers marching causes some parts of the roads to erode.

Upon Arrival at District 4 of Zeelow, The Rostokian Soldiers begin engaging with the rebels. However, the Rebels have placed very good defensive measures around the district. According to reports, this is the Rebels last stand, and they would fight to the death, so fierce fighting is expected.


Rostokian Assault Troops in Action.

Multiple Rebels are killed during the unending showers of Artillery shells along with the combined attacks of the Infantry and Armoured groups. Rostokian Troops begin pushing up to the District hall, where the last stronghold of defenses are located. Following behind APCs and tanks, the Troops advanced carefully. The use of New Machine Guns and Rifles meant that the Rebels stood no chance against the new Army. New Uniforms also showed proved useful in confusing the rebels. Multiple Rebels are gunned down by the Advancing troops. Rostokian Tanks fire volleys into the Buildings of known Rebel hideouts.

"Launch Attack!"

"Guns! On the roof!"

"Someone get that RMG-40 on the Roof now! We need support."

"Call in Air Support!"

Multiple voices are heard on the radios of the Radio Operators. Some are calls for backup. Some are Soldiers radioing their positions. Some are just voices that halfway are cut off, indicating that the soldiers was Killed in Action.


The Rostokian Soldiers are greeted with Heavy Machine gun and Mortar Fire. 2 APCs explode from Anti-tank Launchers. The Air Force launches air raids, destroying the roof of the town hall, making it collapse and crush most of the defenders inside. Rostokian Soldiers advance with Machine Guns and Rifles pointing at the Mouth of the Debris, preparing to shoot any remaining rebels.


Rostokian support APC arriving to replenish the troops.


Within Hours, the Guns fall silent and the flags of surrender by the Rebels are raised. Over 220 Rostokian Soldiers are killed during the offensive, 19 APCs and 4 Tanks were destroyed. 800 Rebels were either killed or missing after the end of the battle. With the War Finally over, Rostokian Soldiers may finally go home and rest. However, some are to remain as peacekeepers in order to make sure that no Rebellions occur again. The Government plans to redevelop Zeon island sometime in the near future. President Walter is proud of the Rostokian Military. 13 Awards are given out and General Taron Schmidt, is promoted to a 5-Star General.

[Candanadium]

RCNS Aurora Borealis, three days away from Canborat

It was late in the evening on the bridge of the Aurora Borealis, with lights ablaze. The darkness was all-encompassing, and it was impossible to tell sea from sky. The only sounds in the bridge was the steady hum of the carrier's powerful engines hard at work, the soft clicks of incoming telegrams and reports, the navigators whispering to each other, and the buzz of radio static.

"Commodore, if our calculations are correct, we should be arriving in Canborat within four days." The navigator suddenly announced to the Commodore.

"Admiral, It would be wise to contact the Osarkians regarding our arrival." Commodore Rosenbaum turned to the Admiral, who was looking out across the ocean from the command station. The Commodore didn't know what his old friend saw in the darkness, but his presence reassured the men of the bridge. If they had one thing in common, it was that they all trusted in their Admiral, who was always calm and controlled, even in the face of the roughest storms or the sharpest winds.

"So it is. Have we received a response from Supreme Naval Command regarding a negotiator?"

"We have. The ambassador to Adryia is flying in from Neu Viano. He'll be meeting us in Canborat, one Sir George van Farinsel."

"A southerner, figures. Commodore, you have the bridge. I will be drafting a letter to the Osarkian government regarding our port call. Good day, gentlemen."

"Aye, sir."

RCNS AURORA BOREALIS
ROYAL CANDANADIAN NAVY

To whom it may concern,

This is the Candanadian warship, RCNS Aurora Borealis, a Konigstadt-class aircraft carrier, alongside her escorts, the RCNS Prince Christopher, a Golding-class destroyer, the RCNS Northern Glory, another Golding-class destroyer, the RCNS Bonaventure, a Queen Viktoria-class supply ship, and two submarines, whose class and names shall not be disclosed for tactical reasons, hereby requesting permission to dock in Canborat for resupply and negotiations with the government of Saint Ryvern regarding the traversal of the Narrow Passage. The duration of our stay will not exceed three days, and fees will be paid in full by Supreme Naval Command in Nordport-by-Ice, Eisenstaat, Candanadium. Candanadium bears no ill will against the Osarkian Federation, and this will simply be a routine port call. The crew of the ships are all subject to strict military discipline and will be prosecuted accordingly should they disturb public order or break any local laws while ashore. I hope that you will grant our request, as it is essential that we resupply and hold negotiations in Canborat. Your response will be highly appreciated.

Regards,
Admiral Michael Steiner, Commanding Officer of the RCNS Aurora Borealis and Admiral of the 3rd Southern Fleet

[Osarkian Federation]

*The president's secretary walks in his office with a telegram*
Sir, we have revived a telegram *hands telegram*

*President Ulbrich responding*
Interesting, i think this will be a great opportunity to build political and even economic relations. Arrange for the Navy band to play at the arrival of their fleet. I want a full military welcome for our visitors. Also, send the head of economy to the talks to see if we can get anything out of the talks. Send a telegram to their fleet, they are welcome to dock at canborat harbor when they need, and that we will split their fee's by 25%.

Osarkian Naval Command
Canborat Post
to the head of your fleet's command

Full access is granted for full access to the Canborat Harbor for the next 5 days, The fee's for docking at the harbor will be cut by 25% as a welcome gift. Once the fleet arrives a full military welcome ceremony will be commenced. Inquire if their are any questions. Godspeed

[Belkhomir]

Schwannburg, Belkhomir
January 26th, 1940

Wilhelm Magnar, distant cousin of the minor Candanadian House Magnar of Summerhall, grimaced quietly as his tank rolled into Schwannburg. For a nation that had declared war, Belkhomir was surprisingly easy to invade. In just two days, his armoured platoon had skewered the scattered Belkhomirian resistance and reached the Capital of Schwannburg. Looking around, though...there was too much damage. Allied Airstrikes hadn't reached Schwannburg due to an executive order declaring that care must be taken with the Liberation of Schwannburg. Candanadian footsoldiers ahead of him were carefully advancing down the rubble-strwen main street, scattered corpses of Bekhomirian soldiers littering the road and pavement. He frowned and ducked back into the tank, telling his driver to increase their speed a bit. They were on a mission to find the Royal Family of Belkhomir and force them to surrender.

As the tanks and soldiers climbed the hill of Festung Lorelei, they were met with sporadic gunfire from entrenched Radical soldiers. These bastions were swept aside one after the other as tank shells and gunfire riddled their positions. Outside the castle keep, a last defense was made, several officers defending the castle with their men. "Don't let them take the castle! Our new Belkhomir must not fall!" Wilhelm heard a Belkhomirian officer screech to his men, which got him thinking. "Our new Belkhomir..?" He mused even as the officer was shot and slumped over a set of sandbags. 5 Belkhomirians were taken prisoner; 4 soldiers and an officer. Wilhelm dismounted from the tank and briskly marched into the castle, heading for the throne room. When he opened the door, he was met with the stench of decay. As a few soldiers behind him retched, he examined the corpses int he room. "The King, Queen, the two eldest sons...their princess isn't here but that doesn't make much of a difference...Bring em the officer!" He barked to his aide.

The officer was pushed in front of Wilhelm who quickly began interrogating him. "What happened to the Royal Family?" He started. The Officer smirked, his insolence riling Wilhelm. "Oh, them? Those cowards refused to allow us to bombard you. They were a family of pansies who wouldn't do what was necessary to show you Candanadian vermin what we could do. Widows are wailing in Golding, corpses are being pulled from rubble because you and your damn arrogant lords twisted the knife on us refusing to join your empire. You and your bastard Forefathers, sullying your blood, your country, with allowing lowborn immigrants to enter power? You have no pride, no loyalty to your blood! We didn't just declare war on you, we punished you for lowering yourselves to the same level as those pigs you allowed into your lands. The Royal Family were soft, they were weak, so we killed them. No regrets, aside from the fact we couldn't do a full set and kill that princess, either." The Officer was still laughing as he was clubbed unconscious. Wilhelm cursed in frustration. The Capital was captured, resistance across Belkhomir was fading away so rapidly that victory was only a matter of hours, but the Belkhomirian Royal Family was only a memory now. He cursed again and strode back to the tank. "Get me the Division Commander. I need to relay a message to him immediately." He said.

Two hours later, Wilhelm's report was sent back to New Konigstadt.

[Candanadium]

Festung Lorelei, Schwannburg, Belkhomir SAR, Candanadium

The inside of the Belkhomirian stronghold was eerily silent as Liam's Marines went from room to room, searching for survivors. The bodies of the royal family were covered by a giant Belkhomirian flag, the very same that had flown over the palace only hours before. The army had stormed the castle with armour support, and there were a pair of Mirskai-class tanks parked outside. Occasionally, a shot broke the silence of the building, but all was calm. Liam stood on the roof, gazing at the crowned maple leaves flying over the castle. His thoughts were interrupted by his radioman approaching from behind him, with an army officer on his heels. The Lieutenant was wearing the beret of the armour regiment, instead of the usual Stahlhelm of the infantry.

"Excuse me, Corporal, this is Army Lieutenant Wilhelm Magnar. He wishes to have a word." Liam clicked his heels and saluted the Lieutenant, who did the same.

"As you were, Corporal. I understand that you have been informed of the deaths of the royal family?"

"I have seen the bodies with my own eyes, sir. A truly terrible sight. If I may, has the Army found the princess yet?"

"Not yet. Corporal, your unit is in possession of the only working radio in Festung Lorelei. Our own radios were destroyed in an accident while crossing the Mirskai. I need you to transmit a message to Major Thomas Gutenberg, at CDFB Golding. They must be informed of the deaths immediately."

"Immediately, sir. Radioman? Get us on the air with CDFB Golding."

"Aye, Corporal." The radioman fiddled with the knobs on his backpack, then handed the receiver to the Lieutenant. "You are live, sir."

"Golding, come in, over."

"This is Golding, receiving you loud and clear, over."

"I am Lieutenant Wilhelm Magnar of the 15th Armour Regiment. Please get me Major Gutenberg immediately, over."

"Will do, sir, over." The radio went silent, until a different voice appeared on the other end. "Good day, Lieutenant Magnar. I understand you have urgent news regarding the battle in Schwannburg, over?"

"I do, sir. The Belkhomirian royal family has been executed, save for the youngest princess. The bombardment of Golding was not under their orders, over."

"I will inform Supreme Land Command. Thank you, Lieutenant. You make our country proud, over."

"Thank you, sir. Over and out." The Lieutenant handed the receiver back to the radioman.

"One of the boys smuggled a record with the anthem on it through the border, we'll be playing it in the castle keep soon, to officially accept the surrender of the Festung Lorelei garrison. Care to join us, Corporal?"

"Gladly, sir."

---

The remnants of the Festung Lorelei garrison stood at attention in the castle keep, with a Belkhomirian flag hanging from the flagpole in the centre of a keep. All the Radical forces were either dead or taken prisoner, and only the Monarchist garrison remained. A truck was waiting at the gate of the keep, and four boxes, draped in the Belkhomirian flag, rested on the shoulders of a group of Candanadian Marines and Soldiers. It was a solemn day for the Kingdom of Belkhomir, soon to be the Belkhomir Special Administrative Region of the Kingdom of Candanadium.

"Festung Lorelei Garrison! Present, arms!" The Belkhomirian sergeant cried as the garrison saluted as one. Some of the soldiers had tears in their eyes, and others stood still and emotionless as the slow march of the Candanadium Defence Forces began playing as the Belkhomirian flag was lowered to the ground, a song every Candanadian Soldier and Marine knew by heart. The Marines and Soldiers removed their berets and helmets in respect and stood in solemn silence. The caskets were loaded on to the truck as three Candanadian Marines approached the flagpole, carrying a folded flag.

"Candanadian Forces! Present, arms!" Lieutenant Magnar cried, saluting the flag with his broadsword as the Candanadian anthem began to play from the record player by the corner of the keep. A murmur broke out in the gathered Candanadian crowd, a murmur that soon grew into a rousing chorus as the crowned maple leaves of Candanadium rose above the keep of Festung Lorelei.

"O, land of blue unending skies,
Mountains strong and sparkling snow,
A scent of freedom in the wind,
O'er the emerald fields below.
To thee we brought our hopes, our dreams,
For thee we stand together,
Our land of peace, where proudly flies,
The maple leaves forever.

The maple leaves, our emblem dear,
The maple leaves forever!
God save the King and heaven bless,
The Maple Leaves Forever!

From East and West, our heroes came,
Through icy fields and frozen bays,
Who conquered fear, and cold, and hate,
And their ancient wisdom says:

Protect the weak, defend your rights,
And build this land together,
Above which shine the Northern Lights,
And the maple leaves forever!

The maple leaves, our emblem dear,
The maple leaves forever!
God save the King and heaven bless,
The Maple Leaves Forever!

"Any man who wishes to stay and guard the historical keep of Festung Lorelei under the banner of Candanadium may remain and swear the oath of the Candanadium Defence Forces. Any man who wishes to leave will have the freedom to do so." Lieutenant Magnar announced to the Belkhomirian garrison, who looked uncertainly to themselves. After a long silence, three men broke away from the formation and scurried off while the rest remained.

"Kneel." He commanded. "Repeat after me. We, the Festung Lorelei Garrison,"

"We, the Festung Lorelei Garrison,"

"Do solemnly swear,"

"Do solemnly swear,"

"That we will well and truly serve His Majesty,"

"That we will well and truly serve His Majesty,"

"King William of House Magnar, Third of His Name, King of Candanadium,"

"King William of House Magnar, Third of His Name, King of Candanadium,"

"His heirs and successors according to law,"

"His heirs and successors according to law,"

"In the Candanadium Defence Forces until lawfully released,"

"In the Candanadium Defence Forces until lawfully released,"

"That I will resist His Majesty's enemies,"

"That I will resist His Majesty's enemies,"

"And cause His Majesty's peace to be kept and maintained,"

"And cause His Majesty's peace to be kept and maintained,"

"And that I will, in all manners pertaining to my service,"

"And that I will, in all manners pertaining to my service,"

"Faithfully discharge my duty."

"Faithfully discharge my duty."

"So help me God."

"So help me God."

"Rise, Festung Lorelei Garrison of the Candanadium Defence Forces."

For the first time in his life, Liam saw a grown man weep openly.

[Spayya]

February, 1940
By Drew Blackmore


I decided as a new years resolution that I’d start to write about my life, I figured it would be of some worth to someone in the future, I might be wrong, we’ll see. Also I’ve just been busy the My name is Drew, im 17 years old, fresh out of school, ready to work in the name of the Emperor.

I live in District 32 of Improlica, the Industrial powerhouse Capital of the Imperial State, District 32 is is one of the many residential districts throughout the Capital, usually busy with foot traffic and the more richer population drive their vehicles like the Richards Model 3 and Model 2. For me I walk to Work District 118, it’s usually a 10 minute walk downtown, so it’s not too bad, usually there’s always something to see in the Capital, the usual propaganda to join the Military, like the Imperial Navy, or the Army, that you’d be honoring your emperor and making your family proud, they also say that they’d pay for your schooling if you complete your service which doesn’t sound bad at all, for me I wanna become a welder, so I may join the military and serve my country and her people so I can advance farther in my career I wanna do.

You may also see the usual person that feels he should speak out against the emperor, saying he’s a psychopathic dictator that will kill us all, of course no one really paid him any attention and the Improlican Police come and literally beat him with their metal batons till he’s bloody and dragged him away to probably never be seen again. In the Imperial State there are things you can get away with, like if you litter, no biggie, a cop will warn you to pick it up and you go about your day, but if you speak out against the government or the emperor you just pretty much signed your death wish, for most of us we appreciate the emperor and what he’s done for us, he’s industrialized much of the Imperial State, he’s given the Spayyan people more freedom to do what they please, and has also loosened the grip of the government on the economy, meaning taxes are at an all time low and what you do with your money is your business not the governments now. He also gave a speech a few days ago of how he’s gonna colonize islands around to the Imperial State, one of which would be to give our population more living space and expand the Imperial States Influence, and second as buffer zones between enemies that dare to invade and the homeland of Spayya. I hope it never comes to the second part but whatever it costs to protect the Imperial State and her people.

I arrived at the factory I work at in District 118, in here we produce Vehicles for both the Civilian population and the Military, today I was assigned to the second floor of the factory to make Richards Model 3, the most recent vehicle for the civilian population, honestly I wish I could get one of these, but it would take me about 5 months to make that type of money and I have bills to pay, so maybe later in life when I make a little more money. My shift is 10 hours with 2 breaks every 4 hours, I work for 4 days and then 3 days off, this is my second day of work, and so far it’s not bad. It’s a very repetitive job, simply we all have a job on a belt that we build the cars on, I screw in the doors on both sides of the car, easy as that, for 10 hours. I do admit I hate it cause it’s so boring but the pay is worth it. And as long as you meet the daily quota you won't have one of the supervisors breathing down your neck.

I just finished my shift, its around 5 pm, the sun is going down and the day is over, I walk home, say hi to my neighbor on the way, make food and go to bed, I’m sorry if this is quick I’m super tired.

This is Blackmore signing off and goodnight.

[Spayya]

New Policy Implemented

Date:
January 28th, 1940

Policy Name;
Limited Conscription act

All able bodied men & women between the age of 17 to 21 will be required to join the Reserves of the military, all members that join will get a 4,000 Credit Entry Bonus, Part Time military service will be for 6 years, this is not optional, you will be able to decide what your MOS will be. Any persons that actively refuses to join the military will be sent to either a work camp or the Death Korp of the Imperial Army. This Policy is to better defend and protect the Imperial State both during times of peace and of war.

THE EMPEROR RESERVES THE RIGHT TO VETO THIS LAW AT ANY TIME

Emperors Signature:

Jacob Lanston,
Emperor of the Imperial State

[Aurrela]

Early morning, 1940
Off the coast of the mainland provinces

"This is naval group mainland all preparations are complete we will likely return in a few days." Transmitted the radio operator.

"Understood naval group mainland, have safe travels." Responded the other radio operator.

A few hours earlier

"So you're leaving for the capital?"

"Indeed for upgrades. The Erou fleet will be coming to."

"But why just yours and Marshle's fleet?"

"It's quite strange isn't it? Wouldn't the main armada be ordered for upgrades before Erou or Mainland?"

"Why the bloody hell are you asking me Helro? Your the Navel commandant not me."

"Calm down Narous... But I do fear that something is going on. Something that smells of trouble."

"Apologies, best of luck anyway."

Eastern mainland provinces
Late afternoon

"Haha torch the house! These fools didn't pay the living toll!"

"But boss you are rising the costs far to dam fast."

"Did you say somethin? Little pipsqueak it's easy money those fools in the military are to busy to care about these little fools. Now come on lads lets go to the port."

The smell of burnt flesh could be smelt for hours after the fires end.

Eyes only for "Doregl"
Erou and Mainland are proceeding to the new port and with the main armada preoccupied in the eastern mainland province now is the time to strike!

Do not fail us or your family will be forfeit
Burn this letter after use.
Glory to the new exalted empire.

[Candanadium]

Brimmstatt Heights Subway Station, New Konigstadt, CCR, Candanadium

"Extra! Extra! Belkhomir falls after heavy fighting! Two cents a piece! Get your news here!" Mark hurried past the paperboy standing on the street corner, running towards the streetcar stopped at the curb, but the door closed and the streetcar pulled away just as Mark reached the station. Out of breath, he leaned against the wall and cursed to himself. I'm going to be late for our first date. He thought to himself. Not exactly the best impression.

"Missed the streetcar, mister?" The paperboy asked. He couldn't have been more than nine or ten, like most of New Konigstadt's paperboys. Mark had never done that kind of work when he was small, his parents would never allow him to stand on a street corner unsupervised for hours at a time.

"What do you think? I'll take a copy of the Chronicle." He fished out a five-cent coin from his pocket. King William III's portrait glared at him as he handed it over to the paperboy, who was fumbling to get his change.

"Situation down south is really going sideways, eh?" An old man asked Mark while puffing on a cigarette.

"Sure is." Mark flipped to the second page, disinterested.

"When I was back in the Corps we used to run patrols in the Mirskai, and sometimes we'd find one of them southerners trying to sneak across. They can't be trusted, I'm telling you. We ought to bomb Schwannburg to the ground. An eye for an eye, that's what I always say. They set Golding on fire, we should have returned the favour." The old man put out his cigarette, and Mark noticed that he was wearing a Marine Corps lapel pin.

"Aye, and what would the rest of the world think? We're better than these dishonourable savages. It's not the right thing to do." Mark replied, looking up from his paper.

"You can stick your honour up your ass, boy. I'll not stand here and take it from a boy so green he pisses grass. You've never walked the Mirskai, so don't tell me what they're like." The man was obviously drunk, and Mark could now smell the sour smell of vomit radiating off of the old man. He backed away just as the next streetcar arrived.

"Go, run away. In the Corps we eat boys like you for breakfast." The man cackled as Mark scrambled aboard the streetcar.

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The Crown and Maple, New Konigstadt, CCR, Candanadium

"Sorry I'm late, there was a crazy guy at the streetcar stop." Mark took a seat across from his classmate, Emilia Kellermann. Mark had asked her out for drinks last week, and there was no better place in New Konigstadt for that than the Crown and Maple, opened in the 1700s by a distant cousin to the King. The Crown and Maple was famous for serving the darkest bitter in the country, and it was one of New Konigstadt's landmarks, with the sigil of House Magnar of Old Konigstadt wrought in bronze hanging above the door. The inside was pleasantly warm, and Emilia had chosen a table near the blazing hearth.

"Oh, Mark, Guetendag, I ordered you a pint of dark bitter." She looked up from her book, startled. "That sounds like a fun tale. Care to expand?"

"Thanks. It was just a drunk old guy ranting about how we weren't hard enough on the Belkhomirians." Emilia's great-grandparents had come from Belkhomir, so Mark tried to be careful with his words around her.

"Considering what they did to us, I'd say we were too soft on them. Have they surrendered yet?" Emilia put her book away. Mark was surprised at how nonchalant she was.

"Weren't your great-grandparents Belkhomirian?"

"They were, but that was a long time ago. My aunt and uncle live in Golding, and I haven't heard from them since the bombardment. How do you think they're doing?"

"Here, I brought a copy of the Chronicle. Belkhomir surrendered yesterday." Mark handed the newspaper over. She gave the headline a glance, then handed it back.

"Oh well, let's not ruin this date with politics. Here comes our drinks." A waitress approached them with two pints of dark bitter.

"Vielen dank." Mark handed her a one-mark bill. "Keep the change." He raised his glass in a toast.

"To Belkhomir?"

"To Belkhomir." Emilia agreed.

[Amurrria]

Imperial Congress Building, Amuru, Empire of Amuria

"The Candanadians have gone to war with Belkhomir a few days ago, and they have already defeated them!" Shouted the representer of the "Amuria First" Party. "What if they decide to go to war with us?"

"Shut your trap! The army of Belkhomir went rouge, and they even executed the royal family!" Replied a member of the Democratic Party. "It is true that the Candanadian response is worse than what we expected, but at least there is peace on the continent. Armed peace is not the best, but at least it is!"

"You both are wrong as hell!" Shouted the representer of the Socialist Party. "The Candanadians clearly had contacts inside Belkhomir's Army, and thus ordered them to fire at Goldling, sacrificing innocent people's lives just for an insignificant strip of land! Their actions should be condemned-"

"Silence!" Shouted the Prime Minister as she sat back down on his seat. Everyone stopped talking, and all their eyes were directed at her. "It is clear Candanadium was waiting for such an occasion, but what's done is done. After all, we are allies too. I suggest we propose sending humanitarian aid to the people of Belkhomir. That way if the Kingdom did any damage to the civilians, we may try to remedy it." She finished.

Whispers began to be heard in the room, but soon everyone agreed to the PM's idea.

Imperial Palace, Amuru

"Your Majesty? The Congress has decided upon providing aid towards the civilians in Belkhomir." Said a guard.

"Great." Jax replied. "You may go now."

The guard left the room, as he sat down again at the table, in front of him a paper with the stamp of the Imperial Family of Amuria, on the right a pen. "Should I really go through with this?" He thought as he looked at the paper. He soon began writing:

Esteemed Empress Mariko III of the Empire of Kamcha,
May your reign be long and prosperous,

As you may know, the Empires of Kamcha and Amuria are closely related, dating back to the first Emperors of Kamcha, the founders of your great Imperial Family.
Our nations have helped each other countless times in our histories, and now, with the creation of a new alliance between Amuria, Candanadium, Rostokia, Adryia, Slane, and Kamcha, I believe we are closer to unity than ever before.

I, as Emperor of Amuria, would like to propose a state visit in Your Majesty's Empire capital, Rudakai, with the intent of extending diplomatic relations between our two Empires.

Signed,
Emperor Jax Yatamo,
Emperor of Amurria

With that he put the pen aside, and re-read the letter a few times, before taking a deep breath and walking towards the communications office, where he had it sent to Rudakia. He was gambling his nation's reputations, and he knew it. He was prepared for the worst, or that's what he thought. But before he could think further, a soldier walked up to him and gave him a letter with the ensign of the Imperial Navy.

The letter was as following:

The sheep are back at the farm.

Jax, after reading the letter, thought to himself: "We're getting closer to the finish line." He then asked for a lighter then went outside, and burned it.

[Candanadium]

Parliament Hill, New Konigstadt, CCR, Candanadium

"Mr. Speaker! Mr. Speaker, we, the people of Candanadium-" Maxime was cut off by another round of heckling from the opposite side of the house.

"Order! Order! The Honourable Leader of the Opposition will come to order immediately!" The Speaker of the House raised his hands in frustration. "All members will come to order or they will be escorted outside." The heckling gradually slowed down, as security guards entered the House of Commons and stood waiting outside. "The Right Honourable Chancellor has the floor."

"Mr. Speaker, I am obliged to remind the House that we, the people of Candanadium, were, just a few weeks ago, attacked in the most brutal and barbaric manner by our southern neighbours. Now that we have occupied what used to be the Kingdom of Belkhomir, the least we can do is to ensure that the Belkhomirian people retain their cultural identity and rights." Maxime reached into his pocket and pulled out a copy of the Treaty of Schwannburg. "This document, Mr. Speaker, is the only thing standing between peace and war, order and chaos. The Treaty of Schwannburg ensures peace in our time. By granting Belkhomir SAR status within our Kingdom for fifteen years is the least we can do to prevent long-term conflict and insurgency, however, the other side of the House has apparently failed to acknowledged that. Peace in our time, Mr. Speaker. It is a question of order or insurgency, and we, the Consitutiton Party, have achieved the goal of peace on our southern frontier." Maxime's side of the House rose to their feet in thunderous applause.

"Hear, hear!" A backbencher cried. The Speaker of the House rose again.

"Order. The Honourable Leader of the Opposition has the floor."

"Mr. Speaker, our colleagues on the other side of the House are failing to recognize the fact that we were bombarded by our historical enemies. They set Golding aflame, and what do we do in return? We welcome them with open arms and give them autonomy. Mr. Speaker, the Constitution Party is aiming to destroy our nation from the core. They claim that the Treaty of Schwannburg is peace in our time, but all it does is empower those who would separate from our nation." The Leader of the Opposition pulled out his copy of the treaty. "This treaty, Mr. Speaker, is a disgrace upon all of Candanadium." He ripped it in half and let it fall to the floor. He had barely sat down before the heckling from Maxime's own side began. Out of the corner of his eye, Maxime saw the Minister of Foreign Affairs raise his placard to speak.

"The Honourable Minister of Foreign Affairs has the floor."

"Mr. Speaker, we have recently received a letter from the United States of Amurria, promising humanitarian aid to the Belkhomir SAR. As a sign of goodwill towards the newest addition to our Kingdom, I have accepted said offer. Mr. Speaker, both sides have suffered tremendously from this conflict. We must take all the support we can receive. Thank you." The members of the opposition were banging their desks and booing the Minister of Foreign Affairs as he took his seat again. Maxime sighed and rubbed his temples as another member launched into a rant regarding the situation in Belkhomir.

At this rate, I may as well resign now.

To His Majesty, Emperor Jax Yatamo of Amurria,

We accept your offer of humanitarian aid for the Belkhomir Special Administrative Region, however, we must ask that we be given the liberty to dispense such aid to our own cities that were affected by the bombardment, namely the city of Golding, in Caskhomir. Belkhomir will also receive such aid as necessary, however, the concerns in Golding are incredibly pressing at the moment. Half of the city is living in the dark, the city's water pipes have been damaged, and there are long lines for everyday items such as bread and butter. Schwannburg has suffered minimal damage in terms of infrastructure, and the Candanadium Defence Forces is currently doing their best to restore order in the area. I hope you will consider my request, and I am eager to hear back from you.

Sincerely,

Ethan Wagner
Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Candanadium, Companion of the Order of the Maple

[Amurrria]

Esteemed Lord Maxime van Bernier, Chancellor of the Kingdom of Candanadium,

In the name of the Amurrian Nation, I, Prime Minister Asano Isuzu would like to propose a trade deal with your fair nation. We propose exchanging one of our Ahegao-class aircraft carriers for one of your Konigstadt-class aircraft carriers. Since both of our nations find themselves allied, and we are close historical partners, it is only natural that we present such an agreement. The times are ever-changing, and so is technology. Gone are the days of stagnation, and as such we must adapt and develop new technologies which will grant us superiority over our foes.
For that, we, as stated above, propose the exchange of an aircraft carrier, in exchange for an Amurrian Ahegao-class carrier, for further studying of Candanadian ship building techniques and further development of them. The terms shall be discussed in detail should our proposal be accepted.

With respect,

Prime Minister Asano Isuzu,
Countess of Roma, Prime Minister of the Empire of Amurria

[Candanadium]

Parliament Hill, New Konigstadt, CCR, Candanadium

"Mr. Chancellor, a letter from the Amurrian Prime Minister." Maxime's secretary opened the door and presented him with a sealed envelope, marked with a blob of red wax.

"Thank you, Alice." Maxime pulled out a letter opener from his desk drawer. His letter opener had started off as his standard-issue bayonet, but he had snapped the blade during a training exercise. Years of use had worn down its edges, but the maple, globe, and anchor of the Royal Candanadian Marine Corps was still visibly etched on the metal. He broke the seal and drew out the letter.

Esteemed Lord Maxime van Bernier, Chancellor of the Kingdom of Candanadium,

In the name of the Amurrian Nation, I, Prime Minister Asano Isuzu would like to propose a trade deal with your fair nation. We propose exchanging one of our Ahegao-class aircraft carriers for one of your Konigstadt-class aircraft carriers. Since both of our nations find themselves allied, and we are close historical partners, it is only natural that we present such an agreement. The times are ever-changing, and so is technology. Gone are the days of stagnation, and as such we must adapt and develop new technologies which will grant us superiority over our foes.
For that, we, as stated above, propose the exchange of an aircraft carrier, in exchange for an Amurrian Ahegao-class carrier, for further studying of Candanadian ship building techniques and further development of them. The terms shall be discussed in detail should our proposal be accepted.

With respect,

Prime Minister Asano Isuzu,
Countess of Roma, Prime Minister of the Empire of Amurria

Maxime skimmed over the letter and reached for his telephone.

"Alice, get me the Grand Admiral immediately, please."

"Certainly, Mr. Chancellor."

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Linus Brimmhalle, Grand Admiral of the Royal Candanadian Navy, was an older man, of fifty or so. Although his beard was dotted with flecks of white, he still had the vigour of a man twenty years younger, and his uniform was always clean and freshly made. He sat as straight as a board across from Maxime, putting the letter down in front of him.

"Grand Admiral, I'm sure you understand our predicament here. The Amurrians are our long-time allies, and we simply cannot turn them down, but we don't have a Konigstadt-class carrier to spare." Maxime began.

"Are you familiar with our fleet, Mr. Chancellor?" The Grand Admiral's voice was soft, almost a whisper. Maxime shook his head. "The Konigstadt-class is the pride of our Navy. Right now, we are in possession of two, the Aurora Borealis and King William. A third is under construction in Neuschlosshafen. Mr. Chancellor, do you know how much it costs us to build one of these ships? 80 million marks. Yes, the Navy has the largest budget out of all of the branches of the Defence Forces, but if we want to afford food and uniforms for our sailors next year, we cannot build another Konigstadt-class. Regarding this new Ahegao-class carrier, it is big, I won't deny it. After all, the Amurrians are not known for being low-key, but until we've seen the ship for ourselves, how do we know if we make the exchange or not? The Aurora Borealis has an air wing of ninety fighters, she is unmatched in her class. Until we get a better look at this Ahegao-class carrier, we cannot determine if it is worth the trade or not. I advise caution, Mr. Chancellor."

"Out of curiosity, Grand Admiral, how is the progress on the third Konigstadt-class carrier? I was informed of it quite a while ago." Maxime stirred his coffee with a spoon.

"It should be complete within the end of the year. Surely you are not thinking of giving up the Robert C. McKenzie, Mr. Chancellor?"

"No, no, nothing of the sort. I was wondering, would it be possible to produce a fourth Konigstadt-class carrier within a year with Amurrian support?"

"A fourth carrier, within a year, with foreign support? Why, that sounds almost possible, though I daresay we may have to cut down on the filet mignon."

"Thank you for your counsel, Grand Admiral. I'll have Alice arrange a meeting with you and the Amurrian Navy. I would appreciate it if you would take a look at the Ahegao for us. Your expertise is truly invaluable."

"I live to serve, Mr. Chancellor." The Grand Admiral saluted him, and Maxime returned it before sitting back down and taking a sip of his coffee.

To Her Excellency, Prime Minister Asano Isuzu, Countess of Roma, Prime Minister of the Empire of Amurria,

After consulting with Grand Admiral Linus Brimmhalle of the Royal Candanadian Navy, I have decided that the best course of action for us to take would be to first inspect the Ahegao-class of carriers before making our final decision. The Grand Admiral is on his way to Amuru right now, in order to gather feedback regarding the Ahegao. At the moment, we are only in possession of two Konigstadt-class carriers, the RCNS Aurora Borealis and the RCNS King William. A third Konigstadt-class, the RCNS Robert C. McKenzie, is under construction in Neuschlosshafen currently and has already been fitted for service with the RCN. This means that, sadly, we cannot provide another Konigstadt-class carrier on such short notice.

There is another method, however. It would be possible to construct a fourth Konigstadt-class carrier within a year, with Amurrian support and funding. Amurria would provide half of the funds required for the construction of such a carrier, roughly 40 million Candanadian marks. In return, Candanadium will pay half of the funds needed for the Ahegao-class carrier, over a span of ten years. The Royal Candanadian Navy's budget has already been stretched thin this year, and a fourth carrier is simply impossible without your funding. I hope that you will think on my proposal, and please do not hesitate to contact me should you have any concerns.

Your truly,

The Rt. Hon. Lord Chancellor Maxime van Bernier
Master of Deepwood Hall, Lord of Polaris Hall, Chancellor of Candanadium, KoOM