Shattered Commonwealth: Fallen Morrdun (Semi-Open, Attn GD)

[Morrdh]

Augusto was taken back by the news he would be the father of twins. It was great news twins ran in the family thought he never thought he would be so lucky.

“Lothwyn let’s get married here and now, in secret we can do the whole formal royal protocol later for the world but right now we need to do this and join our nations and regain you throne”

“Our countries need to be joined to fight out common enemies, Your Uncle and the Reich.”

“So what do you say my love will you take my hand and become my wife and lifelong partner?”

"We’ve come so far we need to finish this as a strong united front and get your crown back and start our live together."

Lothwyn didn't answer straight away, instead she seated herself down and frowned as she was deep in thought. At last she sighed and looked at Augusto, then replied. "There is still alot o' bad blood 'tween our two nations, could send the wrong message."

"Although, a sense o' unity might just be wot is needed." She mulled. "Oh wot is that saying? United we stand."

"Yes." Said Lothwyn, looking at Augusto and with a smile. "Yes, I'll be happy ta take ye as me consort."

"We'll need a priest, preferably a Keeper...bound ta be bunch o' 'em hereabouts." She continued. "Probably one o' the Lamonians, if anything ta act as witness."

"Oh how I wish ye hadn't taken yer sweet time in asking."

[Morrdh]

Merin
Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

The city was quiet and dark in the early hours, a night-time curfew kept people confined to their homes for six hours a night. Under the cover of darkness felines and Garda patrol cars prowled the empty streets whilst soldiers from the Morridane Army manned vehicle check points at select locations on the major routes in and out of Merin. It had been like this since just after the coup that saw Viktor ascend to the throne and it didn't look like it was going to change any time soon.

Laying so close as it did to the border, Merin was considered a strategically important city in addition to having a sizeable population of Mokans residing in it's boundaries. This has meant that Merin has seen a flow of people, goods and ideas over the decades from south of the border. Much to the dismay, of the government in Morrdun, despite it's liberal stance, this has included communist and socialist ideals. Though this has seen Morridane politics gradually shift towards the center left, something more extreme did also emerge; Syndicalism.

It was a radical labour movement, often defined as revolutionary trade unionism, that had waxed and waned over the years since it's inception in the early 20th century. It was more popular amongst ethic Mokans, though it did attract a number of Morridanes. Overall it didn't really have a large following, though it still appeared on the 'Watch List' of the Garda's Special Branch. Generally, it was seen as a group of activists who weren't much of a threat.

Fate has a way of upsetting things.

Shadowy figures moved that night, using the cover of darkness to carry out their task. The city awoke some hours later to find transport depots, factories and the docks chained shut. Red banners were strewn across the city's streets and freshly painted graffiti was plastered on almost every single wall. Workers, alot of them wearing red armbands, stood outside of their places of work and shouted chants.

"Arise ye workers!"

"Long live the Ordic Free State!"

"Break the chains!"

[Morrdh]

To: Space Marshal Cosgrave
From: Space Marshal Gabriel Zeron, Rosewell Space Command, People's Unified Federation

I will attempt to negotiate with the rebels to ensure we have approval to land forces in Waremera before any occupation takes place, less then view Orbital Shock Troops landing north of the border as a prelude to a Mokan invasion. As for the satellites, I will have forces ready to aid with removing them, we can claim they are in need of maintenance, or at risk of falling on Federal soil. I will coordinate my fleets with your office regarding a full plan to remove them from orbit.

Long live the Queen,
Space Marshal Gabriel Zeron

Cosgrave was pleasantly surprised to have received a communique from his Mokan counterpart, though he was admittedly dubious about the plan to occupy Waremera. Still, Mokan aid would greatly aid his alternative plan to deny space assets to Viktor's forces. He soon set about drafting a response.

To: Space Marshal Gabriel Zeron, PUF
From: Space Marshal Cosgrave, RSF

I have received your recent communique and have considered your proposal. I have to admit that I have doubts over the success of any action to occupy the Waremara base, I also have to admit it is still a viable alternative than attempting to destroy it. I shalt endeavour to contact Waremara's commander and see if I can bring them onboard with the plan.

Regarding the satellites, my proposal is to tow them out of orbit and into either deep space or a Lunar orbit. They would remain intact and thus avoid another Kesslar event, though the satellites would be ready to be restore once Lothwyn has been restored to the throne.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts on the matter.

F.C. Cosgrave,
Space Marshal, RSF.

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To: Waremera Command
From: Space Marshal Gabriel Zeron, Rosewell Space Command, People's Unified Federation

Good day,

As you are aware, a few days ago there was an attempt to destroy Waremera Space Port via orbital strike. Although the first attempt was intercepted, we have reason to believe that additional attempts may occur. In order to prevent the destruction of the Waremera Space Port complex. I propose the deployment of at least two companies of PUF Space Colonial Infantry to secure Waremera. The presence of Federal troops will act as a shield to prevent another attack by weapons of mass destruction, and in return, Federal Forces can ensure the rest of the world that Waremera Space Port will not weaponized during the Morridane Civil War. I would like to request this message be passed onto Viktor's government for approval, as the PUF embassy is still out of commission. Federal Troops will be ready to deploy from Orbit once clearence is achieved.

Space Marshal Gabriel Zeron

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To: Space Marshal Gabriel Zeron, PUF
From: Space Commodore Malone, RSF

Sir,

I have received your communique regarding, and been briefed upon, your proposal to deploy Space Colonial Infantry units to Waremara to help safeguard the base. Given the extraordinary circumstances that the Commonwealth finds itself in, I have to concur with Space Marshal Cosgrave that such an action is a necessity for the security and continued operations of the base.

Therefore I grant the clearance needed for the CSI forces to arrive and have made arrangements regarding their accommodation at the base. I bid them fair winds and look forward to the safe arrival of the advance part.

Malone, Sp Cdre, RSF

[Holy Marsh]

The Free Republic of Lamoni
Marshite Embassy, Nephi
Some Time During the Troubles of the Commonwealth

"I thank you for making time to meet with me, Your Majesty."

Marshite Ambassador to Lamoni Sera Lactoni was more than a little excited. She had been chosen to deliver the words of the Arch-Bishop to the Devee Nechuna Queen in a time of great worry. A posting to Lamoni was usually considered comfortable, which translated to boring, which ended up with a sense of great unease. If not challenged, how could one be sure they were doing the good work of the Holy Marsh? And now the Queen was here and after a brief greeting they made their way to their seats.

"Yer welcome ambassador." Replied Lothwyn, th Devee Nechuna Queen of Morrdh herself. She looked radiant as she took her seat in Latoni's office. "I would say tis a pleasure, though I strongly suspect that yer here 'bouts me uncle?"

Lactoni smiled as she sat down herself.
"Perceptive as always. It is against all codes of respect and faith that the Devee Nechuna Queen has been removed from her throne. It is an affront to many things we all hold dear, and an event that can only hold the most dire portents for your land's destined future," she said quickly. Marshites weren't known for their small talk or willingness to beat around the bush. They both knew why this meeting was happe

"Aye," Lothwyn sighed. "I fear that the usurper will cling onta the throne like a rabid hound."

How true. Too many ahd flocked to his baner to make his ouster bloodless, but that was expected. Blowhards attracted the weak-minded.
"Likely. Like a tick, even. Sucking the blood and vitality out of your people, your nation."

"That we agree on, but wot does the Grand Theocratic Empire intend ta do 'bouts the situation?"

Lactoni pressed a button on her desk, and a holographic display appeared in between the two of them. It displayed the proposal as Lactoni discussed it with the Queen.
"First and foremost, the Arch-Bishop Herself has authorized what amounts to a blank check. It will fund your operations without budgetary constraint until this situation has resolved itself," she started. And it was almost literally a blank check- or as close as one could have between states. It was a line of credit without end.
"Secondly, we have earmarked three Ready Crusades Groups that could be deployed immediately into the warzone, once asked. A further three can be re-tasked within two weeks of confirmation of need," she said, as each Ready Crusade Group was revealed. Each one was made up of five Armies and the consistuent Corps and Divisions. They were currently tasked with anti-slavery operations as well as Cultist hunts in other regions, but they were ready to be re-tasked as they had not left their ready positions yet.
"We are also willing to help secure and maintain Devee Nechuna sovereignty over any Morridane assets in western Dienstad, per your request," she continued as the display showed the territories and positions owned by Morrdh in the region with either unknown or usurper loyalties. The plans included ilitary occupation, installation of appropriate people, and a host of other options for her perusal.
"Finally, Marshite territory is open to you for any needs. The gathering of supplies, formation and training of armies, establishment of government facilities for the time being, anything you need," she ended on, though it as easily the most complex of the offers. By Marshite territory she also implied the use of RMU facilities, though the tens of thousands of military facilities in the Theocracy alone should suffice. This included the use of Marshite militar equipment on loan if so desired. Also listed were lists of tens of thousands of cities and towns and their level of possible volunteerism towards the Queen's cause.

Lothwyn was silent for a moment before she replied.
"That....that is quite generous."
A small pause.
"Though relations 'tween our respective nations are friendly enough, that is still more than I could've asked or even hoped fer." She continued. "But I must ask wot ye expect in return."

"For this to be resolved quickly. Your nation is a bold defender of righteous causes. Having you sidelined is a dark omen in a time of increasing threat," Lactoni replied quickly. It was truth. The Theocracy didn't look at the world in a geopolitical context. It didn't look at it as a series of give and take interactions. Morrdh was a powerful force for good. The forces for good were pitted in an eternal and existential battle against the forces of cruelty and evil. Saving Morrdh from its past demons would secure a brighter future for the world. Payment came in the form of that bright future, the creation of which would require the blood of Morrdh's noble people for centuries more.

"I see." Lothwyn muttered. "But I do accept yer gracious offer, though the efforts involved will need ta be co-ordinate with Taoiseach Ser George Whittleton. From wot I understand, he's currently a guest o' the Holy Empire o' Stevid."

Success.

"Understood," LActoni said with a relieved smile, which only gre wider as her demeanor became less tense. "And congratulations. I hope we can resolve this quickly so that your future joys are not marked by devastating times," she said knowingly.

"Thank ye....I think." Replied Lothwyn as she subconsciously rested a hand on her belly. "I bid thee farewell, sláinte!"

[Mokastana]

Merin
Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

Fate has a way of upsetting things.

Unlike Mokastana's neighbor to the north, private ownership of 'weapons of war' was written directly into the Federal constitution. In addition to that, private militias were not just common in the PUF, but actively encouraged by the government. Nearly three centuries of mokan history showed just how fragile independence and freedom was, and therefore their strong desire to be heavily armed was ingrained into the national psyche.

Of course, the Morridanes had a different history, a different psyche, different laws. Arms smuggling into Morrdh wasn't really a profitable lack market industry, because their was not a lot of black market demand. Even the criminals north of the border rarely used guns, often only keeping a few on hand for the rare Mokan cartel trying something funny up north. To Morridane criminals, guns were loud and messy, and oftentimes better at bringing down the Queen's justice on your head than anything else.

But fate has a way of upsetting things.

After Viktor's coup, the border was now militarized. Smuggling was nearly impossible, which meant that now was the perfect time for a demand for firearms, and not just a few, enough to build an army. Merin has a worker's revolt underway. Workers were currently locking up factories and striking, declaring Ord a free state, right on the Mokan border.

Mokan history was filled with examples of what happens when people without guns stand up to people with guns. Officially, the government looked at the trouble on the border with hands tied, ready to open the border to the inevitable flood of refugees. Unofficially, Mokastana was full of private militias that often acted without government direction, and none was larger or more influential than The Socialist Workers Army. The ETS(Ejército de Trabajadores Socialista), was the oldest private militia in Mokastana. As if to demonstrate their influence, the ETS headquarters building was in downtown Mokastana city, sharing the Plaza of Revolution with The Islander Parliament building.

A worker's revolt against an illegitimate King? How could they pass up supporting their comrades. Smuggling across the border was difficult, especially close to Merin, but the border was long, and the economies were still heavily interconnected. Thousands of trucks crossed every day, not everything could be inspected, and by now, routines were forming. Routines that could be exploited for the right price.

A shipment of glass bottles across the border included instructions for making petrol bombs. Various chemicals needed to manufacture explosives were mislabeled to other hazardous, but less red flag inducing materials. Anti tank mines and grenade launchers crossed buried under coal and gravel shipments.

Then came the guns. First was the SMGs; smaller, lighter and in 9mm to match local forces. A few crates of AM-9 carbines (Ampere-Martinez 9mm, IRL: Vityaz-SN) were smuggled in, but the bulk would be civilian acquired Beretta 93Rs with folding stocks and 20 round magazines.

The rifles, backbone of any revolution, would be more difficult. The Mokans never adopted the .280, and it never did well on the civilian market, so matching local forces would be hard. The few EM-2 and FAL pattern rifles made in Mokastana were sold to a niche market at best, but what could be acquired, were smuggled north. A mixed bag of guns in 6.5x45mm was sent as well, but it was decided that any rifle was better than no rifle. And there was no rifle easier to acquire in Mokastana than the Ampere-Martinez model 07, or AM-07. The cheap, slightly outdated, 40 year old rifles were basically scaled up AKs to 7.62x54r, but they could be purchased in bulk on the second hand market. Mostly because the Federal government was trying to get rid of literal warehouses of them. They were heavy, ugly and used unnecessarily large bullets, but they would knock down anything in their path, body armor or no.

The only question was, what would happen next, and who would shoot first?



Waremera Space Port
Southwest Morrdh

The UD-4B Coztic Dropship lifted off the ground from Roswell Military Spaceport, its belly full of Federal Space Infantry. For a military force that was often deployed to fight battles on extraterrestrial worlds, lightyears away from home, doing a combat deployment on Earth seemed wrong. They weren't stationed on a troop transport in orbit, they were at home. Their families lived in the neighborhood just a few kilometers to the west of the runway they were leaving. If the dropship had windows, some of the soldiers might have been able to see their homes on the way to the LZ.

Technically they were on loan to the CCA, but only on paper. This mission was to occupy and prevent the use of Waremera by Viktor's forces. Somehow, they had gotten approval to fly in and occupy the space port. As the dropship began to speed up and head for the border, the turbulence began.

"We're in for some chop!" The pilots radioed to the soldiers, a few seconds too late. The bouncing and bumping was the least of their worries, for at any moment the Morridane forces might decide to change their mind and shoot them down. The Coztic Dropship was designed for landing in multiple atmospheric and gravity situations, usually frontier worlds where advanced anti aircraft weapons were either nonexistent, or eliminated from orbit. If they fired, it would be open season on the transports, fighter escort or no.

The soldiers inside had no idea what was happening, relying on the pilot's commentary: "We're across the border, continuing on course." The pilot left out that every AA radar in the area was lighting them up, a dozen guns were aimed at them, but no one was firing. For now, it seemed they were approved.

A half hour later, the group of Dropships made it to Waremera without incident, landing on the runways as instructed. The dropship crew almost activated the surface coolant out of habit, but this was a planet to planet jump, heat from atmo wasn't a concern today. Within seconds, the ramps were down and Federal Space Infantry was flooding the base. The occupation of Waremera had begun.

[Morrdh]

Merin
Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

With a regular puff-puff, the heavy ComRail Garratt steam locomotive pounded it's way along the track pulling a rake of wagons filled with ore originating from Mokan lands to the south. The engine's crew were trying to make up for loss time, the train had been delayed both times crossing the border and they were badly behind on their schedule. They were approaching Merin on a line that snaked it's way into the city from the south-west, though first they had to get through Dunwall Junction where another line from the west joined their own.

Quarter mile or so before the junction they past the distant signal, the yellow arm of the semaphore signal was horizontal; caution. The driver eased off the regulator and the locomotive slowed, it's puffing becoming heavier and strained. Sure enough the home signal was against them and the engine's brakes were applied, bringing the train to a halt a few feet before the signal. With a clank, the signal arm went up to allow them passage but the signalman was waving a red flag from the window of the signal box.

"Yer ta drop ya train at the Union Street yard!" Called the signalman after the train had crept forward. "Line's blocked beyond that!"

"Wotcha mean blocked?"

"The army." The signalman answered. "They've blockaded the city, all traffic other than munition trains aren't being allowed through."

"Blast!" Grumbled the engine driver. "Was meant to hand over at the Strand Lane depot."

"Yeah well, think ya gonna double-head an empties." Replied the signalman. "Ye'll find out more when ye get ta Union Street."

"Right-oh." Sighed the driver, then blew the loco's whistle before opening up the regulator to get the great engine rolling once more.

[Morrdh]

The Citadel
Stevid Captia

Much of Whittleton's time in the Holy Empire had either been spent in meetings or shifting through paperwork, reading the latest intelligence reports and attempting to drum up international support against Viktor Cathmore. With his advancing years he'd found it increasingly tiresome, he simply didn't have half as much energy as he did when he was half his age. He'd expected all the excitement in his life to be long behind him.

He was drifting a letter to petition the Golden Throne to back those loyal to Queen Lothwyn when Ser Gedney Hill, Whittleton's foreign secretary, entered the office. Ser Gedney was still walking with the aid of a pair of crutches, though had long since left behind the wheelchair he'd ended up in after the hotel bombing that claimed the life of the former Morridane premier Edmund Vermillion. Though other members of Vermillion's Cabinet weren't so lucky.

They exchanged greetings and Ser Gedney took a seat before delving into what had brought him here, though Whittleton was finding it difficult to concentrate on what the man was saying as a wave of dizziness overcame him. Whittleton tried saying something but only an unintelligible sound came out, prompting Ser Gedney to look at him first with puzzlement which quickly became grave concern. When he tried speaking again, Whittleton found this time that no sound would come and his vision was rapidly fading to blackness as he felt himself fall and slide of the chair.

Last thing he heard before the darkness claimed him was Ser Gedney calling for help.

---

Merin
Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

The sun was just creeping over the eastern horizon was time ticked away as Viktor's deadline for the Ordic Free State to stand-down loomed. The Army had been busy, blockading all the roads in and out of Merin as civilians made to leave it. Watches were checked and doubled check as shells were loaded into artillery pieces and the gun barrels raised to point high into the sky. The deadline came and went, time ticking ever onwards until five minutes had passed. The senior officer sighed and picked up the phone to Central Command, half a minute later he strode out of his tent with a face like thunder towards the nearest gun crew.

"Order!" He called out, the gunner standing poised as they stared at him and waited for his next few words. "Commence....firing!"

The gun crews were stunned for a moment, then pulled the firing chord on their gun. Thunder roared from the gun as it fired, soon joined by the other guns ringed round the city. Soon it became a rolling thunder as the guns were fired soon as they were loaded, sending their shells to pound the city that had dared rise against it's sovereign. The bombardment would go on ceaselessly day and night.

[Mokastana]

Outside of Merin
Border between Florida and Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

The Socialist Workers Army had a long history with the Mokan continent, stretching back before the reunification of Mokastana. It had originally been a rebel group in the islands, supported by the Communists of the South, and after enough conflicts, became the standing army for the Island's first socialist government. Eventually, a fascist military commander staged a coup, taking three bulk of the army and forcing the ideological supporters of the SWA underground. In time, the SWA resurfaced, putting Nicholas Villa back in charge of the country and helping to build the first Mokan Confederacy. Since then, the SWA has remained separate, but supportive, of the government armies in Mokastana.

That didn't mean it was subservient to the government.

As the first night of shelling Merin began, planes took off from airfields across the northern Mokan territories. Some of them carrying radar jamming equipment, but many of them towing gliders into the sky. The gliders would be cut close to the border, and stay below radar, trying to cross over without being spotted by ground forces or patrols. Below them, on the ground, soldiers in civilian clothing crossed into Morrdh using old trails and unsecure woodlands. The glider units would start causing trouble tonight, while the ground forces would be more useful in the coming days.

For the first time since the founding of the Federation, the Socialist Workers Army was going to fight a foreign army. It was just a shame that it was now a former ally, but the Old Guard of the SWA knew alliances were not infallible, and thus planned ahead.

The targets of the glider and ground forces, would be the artillery shelling the city. The plan was for the gliders to land in fields and farms close by, before the troops onboard used light motorized vehicles to flee the landing zones and hit the Morridane positions.

Everything from the gliders to the motorized vehicles had been purchased as surplus years ago from a government trying to get rid of their stockpiles. As for the guns, from silenced SMGs to battle rifles and recoiless rifles, everything was in Morridane calibers. Their intention was guerrilla warfare, and for those that made it, they knew their job was to support their comrades in arms, by any means necessary.

[Stevid]

Wing to the Morridane Government in Exile
The Citadel
Capita

The ringing clatter of boots on marble echoed down the huge vaulted chamber as several white robed people jogged along whilst wheeling a medical bed. With it was an intravenous drip, medical computers and rolling cabinet full of drugs and concoctions. The group of five individuals rushed past the colossal statues of angels, banners, and chiselled murals of Stevidian history before rounding down a corridor similar in style but in much reduced size. These medical staffers were ushered through several layers of security before then ending up in another corridor, still lavishly decorated though contemporary, but now with a several rooms closer together and more professional; much less in the way of religious iconography and state grandeur. Flags of Commonwealth were now more common, Morridane accents more notable among the Stevidian – it was a wing of the Citadel given over to the Morrdh Government in Exile.
The scene was not one of panic, although there was a sense of tension. There were guards, or secret service – it was hard to tell, belonging to Commonwealth that were ushering civil servants back into their offices. Voices were raised, commands barked. Every fifty paces seemed to be a Stevidian soldier, fully equipment in combats, plate, helmet, rig and webbing, and loaded rifle in in hand – the tactical recognition flash on the right arm denoting that these were Imperial Guardsmen, seldom seen out of ceremonial uniform in Stevid Proper. It was a sign that things were serious, and something had gotten security in this part of the Citadel extremely worried.
The medical staff were then joined by five or six members of Morridane security as they approached a set of ornate and heavy oak doors, flanked by large flags of the Commonwealth, that were wide open but screened by agents of Morrdh. They parted to let the medical staff through on the gesture of an escorting agent revealing a harrowing scene.

The Taoiseach, Wittleton himself, was strewn face up on the floor with an agent administering first aid and a shocked Ser Gedney stood close by. The face of the leader of the Commonwealth was slumped, unresponsive, and gaunt. Staff immediately checked for injuries and collected a first impressions statement from the attending agent. They then elevated Wittleton onto the medical bed, connected him to the equipment and immediately evacuated him from the office.


Prime Minister’s Private Office
The Citadel

It was mid evening now and the retreating summer sun bathed the skies above blood red, the towering spires and skyscrapers of the capital silhouetted jet black against. It was the first nice day in the capital for weeks and the hot sun mixed with the typically high temperatures of a major city had made conditions insufferable. The Prime Minister’s large and ornate office was obviously air conditioned, but on evenings like this the double doors were open to the balcony of balustrade granite pillars. The ambient air was hot but a gentle breeze blew to cool the skin of any sat outside to take in the views of the sprawling hive of towers that made up the capital city of the Holy Empire.
On this occasion it was Ser Gedney who was perched on a balcony chair, though his presence was clearly not for enjoyment – given the day he had endured. In his hand was an empty tumbler that was trembling ever so slightly. His face was almost white and he had a thousand-mile stare into infinity that would have clearly told anyone that he was deep and lost in his thoughts.

“Here.” Came a sharp voice behind Ser Gedney snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh! Prime Minster?” Ser Gedney replied startled. “I… oh, thank you.”

Conroy poured a serving of brown liquid from a decanter into Ser Gedney’s empty tumbler while he himself had a full one in the opposite hand.

“You look like you need it.” The Prime Minister said. “I had the Citadel Quartermaster rummage around the vaults and cellars for something Morrdiane. He found some of this whiskey, 1926. No idea if it’s a good year but it’s bottled at forty-five percent so it kicks.”

“Thanks again.” Ser Gedney replied with a nod. He sighed after taking a dram and relaxed back into his chair. “Any news?”

“Yes, actually” Conroy said pulling up another chair and a placing a small table between the two for somewhere to put the glasses. “But not all good I’m afraid to say. A stroke, though that was obvious at the time – but a serious one. He’s in intensive care in the Citadel’s medical facility, the doctors can’t estimate when or if he’ll recover.”

“He’s in a coma?” Ser Gedney queried with a genuine tone of worry. For all the excitement, pressure, and adventure he and the Taoiseach had endured since the beginning of the coup, it was an anti-climax and politically devastating for Wittleton to go out to a stroke.

“Hrr-hmm.” Conroy hummed in acknowledgement whilst sipping his whiskey. “Oh, damn fine stuff there… yes. It’s not medically induced either, but it is being managed. So far, he has been completely unresponsive with no obvious sign of imminent recovery. Tests are still ongoing to establish a cause – it could be wholly medical but one cannot discount the possibility of it being induced."

“Really? ‘Ere in tha Citadel?” Ser Gedney said in surprise.

“Yes I too thought that was a bold thing for the doctors to postulate. An assassination attempt within the Citadel is nigh impossible. However, it would be wrong and naïve to discount foul play entirely. It’s not beyond Viktor’s comprehension or ability to at least try, nor is it beyond the possibility of an external state actor. But it’s too early to say without evidence.”

Conroy took another sip of whiskey and turned more frontally to Ser Gedney.

“Are you alright?”

“Aye. Well, not really. I am but, this really is tha last thing my nation needs righ’ now. I’ve people down there demoralized, downbeat, just aghast at wha’ ‘appened. Shockin’. I ain’t had time to take the necessary time to inform people, entities…”

“We’ve taken care of that together with your officials.”

“The Queen?”

“A secure message has sent to Lamoni. It should reach her soon if not already.”

“It’s bad for the fight, too.” Ser Gedney continued. “There’s a lot of moving parts to this coup an’ counter offensive. Whittleton would’a wanted ta be informed regularly abou’ the developments with Mokastanna, actions in orbit. Feck! The CCA!”

“Your department in Citadel has been in communication with CCA. The Empire had retained some older methods of direct communication with the authority from the times of our previous membership. Ser Gedney, you must try to relax. The doctors have said you are recovering from shock. Try not to trouble yourself.”

There was a long pause before Ser Gedney spoke again.

“Wha’ do we tell people?” He said, now a lot more composed.

“Keep it in house for now, I think.” Conroy said thoughtfully after a moment. “It doesn’t matter if Whittles survives or not. The Commonwealth you know dies regardless if Viktor finds out. It will solidify his power base irrespective of a potential recovery from Whittleton – people will believe he is dead and should he return it will be too late. Supporters for him and the Queen need hope. We need to keep that going to stand any chance of overthrowing Viktor. However, I feel that aside from Whittleton, your well-being is just as important – now more so than ever.”

[Morrdh]

Merin
Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

The artillery went on relentlessly, barking fire with thunder claps long into the night. Merin was ablaze now, fires that had been started by the bombardment raged unchecked as the city was blasted apart. For those still trapped within the city it was a literal hell as flames engulfed everything whilst artillery shells came whistling in like screeching demons. In places the flames rose high, almost trying to touch the stars that were sprinkled across the night sky.

Elsewhere, bored sentries glazed into the darkness surrounding the batteries as military police with guard dogs patrolled in between. There were other soldiers, busy with the unloading of more shells from trucks and railway wagons or moving them to the guns themselves. As an additional layer of protection, there were manned roadblocks on all the roads into Merin, stopping all traffic save for military. There were helicopters prowling the night sky armed with searchlights, attempting to spot anyone fleeing the city and direct ground forces to their location.

All-in-all, Viktor was coming down on Merin with a heavy hand.

---

Prime Minister’s Private Office
The Citadel

"He never actually wanted ta be Taoiseach ye know." Ser Gedney after a moment of silence. "Appointed in wake o' Vermillion's death because there needed ta be somebody and then voted fer by the party."

"He felt he'd already done enough." Continued Ser Gedney after pausing to sip his whisky. "Good twenty-two years behind him as a commissioned officer in the RSF, then inta politics ta head up the Ministry o' Space ta help shape the Commonwealth's space interests."

"Guess he saw it as a duty..."

[Morrdh]

Morrdun Castle
Morrdun
Commonwealth of Morrdh

Accompanied by his bodyguard, Taoiseach Padraig Kendrick made his way through the Grand Hall and ushered into a side chamber where the Ard Righ had chosen to take his meals. The armed soldiers flanking either side of the double oaken doors paid him little heed as he entered the chamber with it's wood panelled walls. Viktor was seated at the head of a large wooden table enjoying a late breakfast, though he saw Padraig and simply said. "Kendrick."

"M'lord." Padraig replied. "Latest reports."

"Yes, yes." Sighed Viktor, waving his hand in the air before gesturing to a nearby chair. "Take a seat."

"Sir." Nodded Padraig before taking the offered seat. "Bombardment of Merin commenced at oh-six-thirty hours yesterday and set to continue for another seventy-two hours. Over two dozen persons have been rounded up attempting to flee the city, they've been detained pending questioning."

"Is the army ready to move in once the bombardment ends?"

"They are, though problems with morale and desertion have been reported."

"Nothing new there, we may have to look into appointing special officers to address that."

"Yes m'lord, something we can discuss later."

"Agreed." Nodded Viktor. "What is it like outside of these walls?"

"For the most part the general populace have accepted you, though there still has been some unrest and protesting." Answered Padraig. "Likewise, there has been some noise from other nations regarding Merin but I think they're still trying to take their measure of you."

"They will soon enough. Though what of the rest of the Commonwealth."

"The same for the most part, still making up their minds regarding the coup but Merin hasn't gone down well."

"Bull to them." Muttered Viktor. "Sometimes a leader has to make harsh decision, a lesson you ought to learn sooner than later as my chosen successor."

"Noted, though speaking of....your niece."

"Any word on where she is?"

"One of or two leads, but nothing solid. Though she could be a problem when and where she pops up."

"That I'm aware of, but something we'll address when it arises."

"If you say so."

[Mokastana]

Merin
Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

Decades ago, and even today, helicopters were considered the bane of guerrilla armies. Combating air borne death was a priority for any irregular force, especially since such threats required such specialized equipment. Luckily, the SWA was better equipped than the average irregular force. Like most major miltias in the Federation, the SWA had their own stockpile of illegal weapons, including guided anti aircraft missiles.

The Federation's standard Man Portable Anti Air System was the LA-430 ‘Attero’ MANPAD missile, fired from the 80mm LY65. It was tightly controlled in the Federation, but getting weapons from overseas was easier than it should have been. More often found on the Mokan Black market, was the FIM-92 Stinger, a dedicated Anti air weapon.

The SWA forces crossing the border carried a mix of Stingers and a handful of Atteros, but no where the amount needed to fight an airborne force. Their goal was to demonstrate anti air abilities, and hopefully ground the enemy helicopters during attacks.

The first attack would occur hours after the initial bombardment began, Stingers were set up in ambush positions, and sharpshooters got targets on an artillery piece. The first bullet fired from a sniper was aimed at a young soldier, probably no older than 20, holding a shell in the ready position. The second bullet would target the NCO in charge of the artillery piece. With those two shots fired, it began. Further away, what was assumed to be the command and control tent of this small battery found itself receiving a barrage of bullets as a belt fed machine gun opened up on it from a distance. The barrage lasted only a few seconds, but once the damage was done, a sniper with a 14.7mm anti material rifle took shots at the artillery shells with incendiary ammo, hoping to cause damage to crews, guns, or just the ammo supply. After a minute of attacks, the retreat would begin.

Meanwhile, in the woods, two Stinger teams waited patiently for the main target. Helicopters. Knocking out the enemy air power would make further attacks on artillery far easier, forcing the Morridanes to respond using much slower ground forces. Perhaps then the demo teams would have time to do their work.

[Holy Marsh]

The Theocracy had continued to monitor the situation in the Morridane Commonwealth. It seemed like a number of nations were currently attempting to see which way the reeds would bend while others were finding themselves slowly but surely pulled into an orbit. The Theocracy and some of its allies, however, were firming up their own backbones so as to better share the weight of the task ahead: Returning the Queen to her throne, by any means necessary. Steps were already being undertaken in the Theocracy.

A number of Crusades had been retasked to the newly christened Task Force Devee, which was going to find itself moved into position as part of a normal rotation among Marshite allies in Eastern Dienstad. Task Force Devee was made up of Crusade Groups that would answer the call if the bell of war was rung, and M-SAD was working feverishly on various warplans. In time, if a war was looking more likely, they would join with their allies to create a more cohesive coalition strategy, but at the end of the day the final call would be the Queen herself. However far she wanted to take it was exactly as far as they would go.

The blank check that had been offered and graciously accepted was currently being budgeted. It was a back and forth exchange with those in charge of the Queen's military affairs. It wasn't just the matter of getting the right equipment in the right amounts, but the transport, organization, and training required fell under this same umbrella. It would be the hardest process to get right and was thusly the first process they had emphasized as the preparations had begun.

Aother effort that was underway was the identification of Marshites who would be willing to volunteer for service under the Queen. Marshites in service who had lived for a time in Morrdh were the first that they went to, and most would agree to it. Same went for those not currently in service- but at the end of the day, while more Marshites were of Morridane descent or had lived in Morrdh for a time, it was still a relatively small amount. That meant the recruitment effort was being extended into the Crusading Shrine, who were more likely than most to offer such services.

There was much more going on of course, but as the wheels were set in motion for greater action it was decided the first big move would be public.

From the Desk of the Cardinal Council, in the name of the Arch-Bishop:

The Grand Theocracy of the Holy Marsh wants to make it clear that it views the situation in Morrdh as that of an unjust coup. It is the position of the Theocracy that it is against all codes of respect and faith that the Devee Nechuna Queen has been removed from her throne. The Devee Nechuna Queen Lothwyn is the just and rightful Queen of the Morridane Commonwealth. All other claimants to the Devee Throne are foolish if they believe that their falseness and their lies and their agendas and their misdeeds and their schemes and their rankness escape our sight. That they escape our judgment. They do not, have not, will not. The Theocracy supports the true ruler of the Morridane Commonwealth, Devee Nuchuna Queen Lothwyn. It calls upon Viktor the Usurper to remove himself from his position and to take his odious influences with him. It calls for the return of Lothwyn to her Throne. It supports her judgment on the matter of the traitors and malcontents and how she wishes to treat them.

It does not recognize Usurper Viktor's claims or his decisions, his appointments or statements of authority inside of the Commonwealth or abroad. At this stage a state of war does not exist between the Morridane Commonwealth and the Grand Theocracy, but any actions taken by Usurper Viktor or his allies against Marshites in the Commonwealth in response to this message or under any other cause will be considered an act of war.

[Morrdh]

Merin
Ord Province
South-East Morrdh

The SWA's attack prompted confusion and cries of alarm as panic rippled through the artillery batteries once the soldiers realised they were under attack. Many of the gunners went prone or dove for the nearest piece of hard covers, others grabbed nearby rifles in order to try and return fire. A few of the guns fell silent as their gunners sought to defend themselves against the unexpected assault.

Word of the attack filtered it's way up the chain of command and within half an hour or so, an infantry unit had been detailed to respond to the attack. Other units, including a troop of armoured cars, were also being mobilised but wouldn't be on scene for another hour at least. Additionally a pair of helicopters were called in, their searchlights being used to locate the attackers and possibly even half-blind them.

Gradually, over the span of a few hours, an alert spread to the other units round Merin and then across the province.

---

The Citadel
Stevid Captia

Ser Gedney Hill did some last minute fretting as the video conference was setup, there were some Stevidian officials in the room along with Morridanes who'd had been able to flee Morrdh and had been thoroughly vetted. There would also be Marshite and Mokan representatives with their own feed, though the 'star' was Queen Lothwyn herself who was in turn joined by some Lamonian representatives. Though Ser Gedney had a background in diplomacy having served as Foreign Minister for two Taoiseach's, though he felt a little out of his depth having to take on the mantle of acting leader of the government-in-exile. Though soon enough the video screen come to life displaying the Queen herself.

"Yer Majesty." Ser Gedney said. "It is good to finally speak ta ye."

"Likewise, though I am sorry ta hear 'bouts Ser George...how is he doing?"

"Still in a coma, doctors unable or unwilling to say which way he's likely to go." Answered Ser Gedney. "It's unlikely he'll return ta action anytime soon pending a miracle."

"Shame, he was so much more agreeable than Vermillion."

"Indeed, though shall we get down ta business?"

"Please, by all means."

"Very well." Ser Gedney nodded before clearing his throat. "We're all gathered here taday ta charter our course with regards ta taking action against Viktor and restoring the Queen ta the throne, a goal I'm sure all present are in agreement on and like ta see fulfilled."

"We have in our favour the fact that Viktor has yet ta fully cement his control, latest reports suggest unrest in Morrdh and a divided military." Continued Ser Gedney. "Though Viktor has been active garnering international recognition and support, no doubt looking ta secure his control that way."

"I take it our efforts have been to undermine his international image?"

"That it has mam." Replied Ser Gedney. "He's still a relative unknown with a less than solid reputation, something that works in our favour."

"I see, though words can only achieve so much."

"Agreed, that's why I've been exploring options ta more actively hit back." Said Ser Gedney. "We've determined that New Garrack is the answer, if we can secure it we can use it as a stepping stone to bring down Viktor. There is also the added advantages o' it being close to Stevidian South Greal and Mokan bases within New Garrack itself."

"Do we have the forces ta pull it o'?"

"Loyalist forces alone...no, we do not." Ser Gedney sighed. "We'll have ta rely on others until we can bring more o' the Commonwealth's forces ta our side, thankfully the Marshites are stepping up here along with the Mokans."

"Then we are in their debt." Said Lothwyn. "I take it planning is underway?"

"It is, though the operation is likely still months o' from happening." Answered Ser Gedney. "Tis a matter o' marshalling our forces and seeing how much o' the local forces in NG we can co-opt."

"Hopefully many will switch ta us or at least lay down arms."

"We can but hope mam, we can but hope."

[Stevid]

Conroy waited for a suitable pause to chime into the discussions.

“It is agreeable to see friends of old gathered together again in a common cause. I hope these friendships endure. To that end, the Empire is committed to seeing the Queen reclaim the usurped throne. If Morrdh believes that New Garrack is the key to achieving this then the Empire will endeavour to help. The scars of the last regional war run deep in Stevidian South Greal – the port City of Vanderburg is in ruins as are many of the facilities along the coast following Imbrinium’s withdrawal. As such, the navy’s presence is smaller on that side of the continent than it should be… but I’ll let General Sir Paulus Auriga Hanovia handle the military aspects.”

Sir Paulus, chief of the defence staff, sat up in his chair, dressed in an abundance of military regalia that it was almost ridiculous. “As the Prime Minister stated, Stevid is lacking in a lot of assets on the east coast of Stevidian South Greal. We have two naval monitor squadrons that essentially makes half a task force, which only includes a single light carrier. So, in terms of direct involvement from the sea, the Empire will not be able to contribute much in that regard. However, we do have several divisions in South Greal. Current policy is not to leave is as lightly defended as we did several years ago. Most of the manpower and effort is dedicated to rebuilding and other logistical efforts in a battered territory. That that end, Stevid can provide air and land logistical support to a concerted ground offensive in New Garrack. This can include transport ships, military logistical hubs once beach heads are established, and continued land and air convoys of materials to all elements of the theatre. We can also provide other rear echelon support in the form of signals, engineers – mechanical or otherwise, and local air defence and long-range missile artillery.
“The only combat support I can offer the Commonwealth are Special Forces and the Chamber Militant of the Church. I hope this is support Morrdh can utilise.”

[Holy Marsh]

The Marshite viewscreen hummed to life. On the other side was not a general as they would know him, a clergy member of record, a member of the Theocratic government that they could recognize immediately. Those who had done their homework would start to pick out details. The lighting was dark and what lighting existed contrasted the dark-hued figure in robes and full combat armor with ancient Kystarian ceremonial prayer scrolls sealed on the combat dress with the wall behind, littered in equal parts prayer and combat data. A soft hum of bynaric code and chant echoed lowly on the feed. The location itself was beyond scrambled, beyond unknowable. His eyes were a blazing purple that wasn't dulled at all by the more than five decades that showed on his scarred face, or the missing half-ear, or the brands of prayers that littered his forehead in near-microscopic detail.

They would slowly recognize the face of the Lord-Commander of the Holy Warriors, Khora'Khaski Lo'vro. Unlike all other military forces, the Holy Warriors did not answer to the Arch-Bishop or any other authority than their own. They were considered not only the warrior elite above all others but divinely mandated and fortified against all enemies. Thusly, no Arch-Bishop had ever sought to control them for the people would never allow it. It was not true in the opposite. A few Arch-Bishops had been removed- always violently- by the Holy Warriors on a great many changes. The now-deceased Arch-Bishop Lainika had done just that, executing Arch-Bishop Saranasata on charges of incompetence during the Civil War. Lo'vro would watch the Arch-Bishop, but for the most part, the Holy Warriors acted as a support to the war effort. Their lifetime of training, combat, and overwhelming dedication made them uniquely qualified for any role, and that was why the Theocracy had requested their aid in the Devee Cause.

The next representative, Kharana Seras, was somewhat better known. She was a member of M-SAD's Dienstadi Allied Operations Center, or DAOC, and worked often with allied governments regarding Marshite warplanning. While a much less impressive figure, she was a far more calming a presence.

"I greet all soldiers of faith and light. The Lord-Commander has made time for you. Praise be to the Holy Marsh, and may our guns never run dry. The Theocracy has asked for us to provide this war effort with aid, and we have thus agreed. The Mar'si Chamber has answered this call and offers its support," The Lord-Commander said quickly, his booming in a way few Marshites could now. After all, the Holy Warriors were not Shifted.

"The Theocracy itself would rather hold its mass for an attack into Morrdh, which I will transmit to you as plans Vermillion Sky and Gray Dancer. As for New Garrack, it can offer the 708th Crusade Amphibious for immediate deployment if requested, or the 90th Crusade Group if a greater mass is needed," she said, thumbing a few buttons on her end and sending them to her allies. The Lord-Commander piped in. "The Mar'si Chamber can offer six STT and a Regiment, while I have offers from the Alserta Chamber for air assets."

"I also submit the following to you, the Devee Nachuna Queen Lothwyn, progress reports of the Theocracy's preparations, including its financial support, training regimes, logistical procurement, and recruitment offers as was related to you previously. I hope you find this to your liking?"

[Mokastana]

From the People's Unified Federation a mix of military leaders and civilian representatives joined the discussion to provide their own support. These included Generalissimo Major Hiraku Hayato, Head of the Federal Army. General Hernando Vasquez, commander of Federal forces in 'Central GD', based out of Greal. The Presiding Senator, Jose Vincent, leader of the Federal Senate. Lastly, President Emilio Lomengo of Suria, representing the Federal Heads of State Council.

When the Federal representatives found their moment, Generalissimo Major Hiraku Hayato spoke up:

"In regards to beachheads, as brought up by Sir Paulus of Stevid, our permanent military facilities in New Garrack are able to land dozens of C-10 Minotaurs simultaneously, and we control one military supply port. New Garrack is the gateway to Greal and the former Red Star Union, therefore we've spent significant resources building supply bases in country. The People's Federal Army has over 60,000 soldiers currently deployed in New Garrack, and enough room to house more than twice that. Our landing zones will be made available to all allied forces when the time comes.

The majority of our forces in New Garrack are airborne and helicopter based infantry. So capturing additional ports should be a quick victory. General Peters, the commander of Federal Forces in New Garrack, has been working closely with friendly locals in the Greali Corridor, ever since we officially declared the Greali Corridor under Federal military governance, after the disappearance of the New Garrack Prime Minister. Officially, we plan on maintaining that until a stable government is ready to take over New Garrack."

Generalissimo Major Hiraku gave a slight nod, and yielded to General Hernando Vasquez, who piped in immediately once cleared:

"As the commander of PUF assets in Central GD, I can send the rest of the 41st Armored Division, and a few additional Armored Regiments from Greal, to give our forces in New Garrack more punching power. That would put us up to between 90 to 100 thousand troops in the country.

I'll be honest. If the Dominions forces push hard against us, we will need back up. We can hold the door open for everyone, but will be relying on allied support to make any advancements towards Derry or further into the country."

Presiding Senator Jose Vincent also spoke up: "Much like our Marshite friends, the Federation is holding the bulk of it's forces to be ready for the invasion of Morrdh itself. As the only major land border, Mokastana is going to be key in liberating Morrdh proper, and ee will be expecting both attacks, and counter attacks from Viktor's forces. Possibly including missile strikes against Mokastana City itself.

If the Marshites wish to begin staging troops in Mokastana, that can be arranged in a separate meeting between our military leaders. As long as Queen Lothwyn Cathmore approves of allied build up in Mokastana, I can cite Senate Bill 489.12F and skip any delays from a Senate vote."

FORT VERACRUZ(NEW GARRACK):
Commander: General Allen Peters
36x Sukhoi Su-47 Berkut,
18x LY908 'Warhawk'

PERMANENT FORCES:
4th Ironheart Paratrooper Division (22,012 Personel)
5th Ironheart Paratrooper Division (22,012 Personel)

REINFORCEMENTS FROM BELMOTIN:
542nd Airborne Regiment, of the 54th Air Cavalry Division (5572 Personel)
544th Airborne Regiment, of the 45th Air Cavalry Division (5572 Personel)

REINFORCEMENTS FROM GREAL
413rd Armored Battle Regiment, of the 41st Battle Division (5008 Personel)


FORT MOKAN(SASHA, GREAL):
Commander: General Hernando Vasquez
18x YA-42 Corsaire
18x LY908 'Warhawk

PERMANENT FORCES:
14th Rapid Reaction Division
98th Armored Division - (short one Regiment in Norgorka)
41st Armored Division - (short one Regiment in New Garrack)
7th Sky Guard Division

[Morrdh]

"Looks like we'll have debts ta re-pay and concessions ta make once this is over, though that can be left ta the diplomats." Lothwyn said, giving a small smile. Through a frown soon appeared before she sighed and continued. "Though we can agree on the necessity o' this endeavour, I do have a....concern that I wish ta express."

"I understand that military necessity and collateral are never easy things ta balance, just as much as I understand blood will be shed regardless o' our actions." Continued Lothwyn. "There will be a cost in lives lost taking New Garrack, unfortunately a necessary evil."

"So I'm wondering wot options and suggestions we have ta reduce collateral without compromising tae much on military necessity?"

"I may have an idea." Spoke up General Delaney, a man who'd previously served as military attaché to the Holy Empire and eager to prove himself as a high level commander. "A combination o' divide and conquer along with a lighting strike."

"The bulk o' Commonwealth forces in New Garrack were deployed along the Wanderjarian border with another sizeable element deployed in the north o' the country, I don't see this having changed much." Delaney explained. "Could work ta our advantage tying down those forces even more, perhaps the Mokans confronting the southern forces for example."

"Then rapid strike forces move in with the aim o' capturing command posts, that would allow us to use their coms infrastructure ta get the New Garrack forces ta stand down. Though there may be hardcore holdouts, but they can be dealt with."

[Morrdh]

"Well..." Lothwyn commented after Delany had finished his proposal. "That sounds like a plan."

"I'm sure we can leave it ta the military planners ta iron out the details." Continued Lothwyn. "Though there are other options on the table ta help weaken Viktor."

"I'm talking 'bouts sanctions, blocking arms sales and other things ta underline his rule. Cloak and dagger type work, all things ta help tip the odds in our favour when the reclamation of Morrdh can begin."

"Badhgan willing we will succeed in the shadows 'fore we strike in the open." Lothwyn added, invoking the so-called 'Raven Queen of Battle and Trickery' of the Mordentish deities.

---

Morrdun

A sea mist was drifting in, it had already engulfed the stout walls of the bastion on Howth Island leaving the lighthouse a lone beacon above the bank of cloud. In it came, creeping in through the mouth of the Morr and snaking it's tendrils further upriver. The entirety of the docklands and much of the low-laying districts of the city that sat astride the river had been claimed by the mist that found itself contained by the valley walls to the north and south. It looked as though the city was sinking into an ever growing lake of cloud, many of the ancient brick buildings looked forlorn as they were slowly submerged.

Viktor tore himself away from the leaded window and moved over to the fireplace, resting one hand on the mantelpiece as he stared at the flickering orange flames whose bright and warm glow was a stark contrast to the cold and damp miserable excuse of a night outside. He took a slip from the glass of whiskey before addressing the other man in the room. "I don't care wot it takes to pacify Merin, I made ye Taoiseach fer a reason Kendrick."

"With all due respect sire, harsh measures will only serve ta stiffen an already wary populace against ye even more."

"So? Sometimes a tough stance is called fer least ye be seen as weak." Viktor retorted, then sighed. "Gag the papers, put yer own spin on it...wotever helps ye sleep at night I guess!"

"I'm sure some line could be spun." Replied Kendrick, though still bristling. "Though there is also the question o' it scuppering yer attempts ta garner international support."

"If ye are ta be me appointed heir and successor ye need ta learn ta be wiser 'bouts the world around us." Stated Viktor. "Look at Greater Dienstad alone, how many o' our neighbours truly care 'bouts the opinion o' their citizens? The Mokans, the Reich, even the Golden Throne that didn't blink an eye at dropping a few rocks on some pirates. No, they care more 'bouts how productive their citizens are."

"I suppose yer right..." Sighed Kendrick. "Though the hour is late and so I must depart."

Viktor grunted an acknowledgement and continued to stare into the crackling fire, taking another sip of whiskey as he did so. He continued to listen as the oaken door clicked closed and as Kendrick's muffled footsteps faded into the distance. Drinking the last the whiskey he sighed, there was no question that the 'Boy' needed toughening up. With no biological of his own and the growing weight of Donn's Glaze upon him, Viktor knew had to leave a strong successor in his stead before he crossed into the Otherworld.

There was no doubt in Viktor's mind, the Boy would have to learn what it meant to wear the crown.