Royal Residence
Chalcedon, Monavia
Northwestern Nova
Seated in his office on the ground floor of the royal mansion, a spacious complex consisting of dozens of elaborately furnished rooms was a ruling personage that had all but declared a crusade against the Blackhelm Confederacy only months before. He was pensively studying a series of maps of the Sea of Neptune, central Greater Dienstad, and northern Nova. He had spend much of the last two hours poring over recommendations for further actions against targets that had been located along the route of the Coalition’s fleets, he had written several letters to his subordinates about how to conduct the operations in the long term, yet for all of his efforts, the war was not proceeding as expected.
This formidable organizer, the King of Monavia, had invested considerable time in conducting these campaigns. Successes included the repulse of a Brewdomian surprise attack, albeit with some severe damages to the facilities they attacked, the economic damages caused to the Griffincrest Corporation, which was forced into allocating vast resources to defending its endangered fleets and protecting its ability to conduct trade, all but capturing Bellamee Island and eliminating its ability to serve the Confederate war machine, and destroying much of the Confederate, Brewdomian, and other Corporate Alliance assets in space. In addition, while the naval engagement had stagnated into a war of attrition, other strikes on unforeseen fronts had more than repaid Monavia’s enemies for the damages done by rogue terrorists.
A revolutionary new weapon had been deployed against the Glorious Republic of Beiraq, which had caused severe damages to its capital city and several others. Ten thousand people had been killed, and five times that number wounded. Beiraq was certainly wrathful and motivated to retaliate against whoever was responsible, but whether or not they remained as glorious as they claimed was now debatable. Despite heavy losses of ships and crews to a terrifyingly effective missile strike by Beiraqi arsenal ships, one-quarter of the fleet, two ships out of an already small fleet of eight, had been sunk by Coalition strikes.
In sum, the king had been impressed with the results of several military actions undertaken in those past months. True, there had not yet been a significant victory on any scale, but the Monavian Empire had succeeded in establishing itself as a modern state with the technological and industrial prowess to stand off against inhabitants of Azhukali and Gholgoth. Monavian power had not been challenged in decades, yet its new allies in Nova and elsewhere had made a successful war effort possible. The standoff in the Sea of Neptune was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, for even as Orlkjestadi reinforcements rushed to the aid of their battered comrades, the Monavians had finally played their wild cards, and an entire hand of them at that.
The king cast another glance at his reports and maps before swallowing another draught of rich coffee, thinking only of one thing as he began to compose a message to send to his subordinates in the Monavian fleet engaging their targets. The subject would be simple, lacking any form of complication, inasmuch as it would be able to communicate to the Coalition what a possible plan would be for bringing to an end this bloody war.
Taking up a sheet of official stationery, he fed it into a typewriter, a much faster way of transcribing his words than by hand. There was not need to spend time trying to print out a lengthy message, rather, he wanted to have it produced immediately and sent out via courier to a location where it could be passed along to other Coalition commanders.
To all ranking field commanders of the Nova Coalition fleet in the Sea of Neptune:
It has unfortunately come to my attention that the current engagement in the Sea of Neptune has devolved from a rather successful Coalition advance to a slow battle of attrition. While at the present it appears that our forces are able to continue on as planned, up to a point, the Confederates have thus far been able to successfully make efforts at negating our numerical advantages in terms of the number of ships and crewmen we have brought to bear against them.
To put a swift and decisive end to this drawn out battle and force the Confederates to withdraw their fleets, and then possibly accept some form of peace settlement, I am making a recommendation that a ceasefire be proposed and that a truce be called, during which time we can reopen negotiations. We have made it clear to the Confederates that we possess the technological superiority and manpower to defeat them at our leisure; we have repelled several of their attacks, avenged the deaths of civilians by retaliating accordingly, and have otherwise caused sufficient distress for our adversaries to make them reconsider their current course of action.
It is my intent to use our current position, having now attained possession of the advantage in controlling the battlefield to exact some negotiating power in peace talks if the enemy consents to them. Should they do so, I further recommend that we temporarily withdraw our ultimatum to leave ourselves with additional freedom to draw up alternative terms, rather than restrict ourselves to offering them only those terms detailed in the ultimatum proper or variants thereof. Achieving a lasting peace is paramount, whether we do it now or after we conquer the Blackhelm Confederacy.
I therefore find it most prudent to inform you all that with the sending of this message, a plan for declaring a ceasefire and the withdrawal of the Monavian fleet to a distance of 300 kilometers from sovereign Confederate territory shall be implemented. Consequently, this should result in an armistice, should the rest of our allies do the same, which will make peaceful negotiations possible. We all but have control of Bellamee Island, have sunk or damaged nearly 300 Confederate vessels, and have damages portions of their sea wall. They are fully aware that they cannot withstand a full-scale assault and siege if it were warranted. Let them lick their wounds as they sulk at the possibility of their imminent defeat.
With faith in victory,
His Holy Imperial Majesty, Charles IX, by the Grace of God, King of Monavia, Defender of the Most Holy Faith, etc.
It has unfortunately come to my attention that the current engagement in the Sea of Neptune has devolved from a rather successful Coalition advance to a slow battle of attrition. While at the present it appears that our forces are able to continue on as planned, up to a point, the Confederates have thus far been able to successfully make efforts at negating our numerical advantages in terms of the number of ships and crewmen we have brought to bear against them.
To put a swift and decisive end to this drawn out battle and force the Confederates to withdraw their fleets, and then possibly accept some form of peace settlement, I am making a recommendation that a ceasefire be proposed and that a truce be called, during which time we can reopen negotiations. We have made it clear to the Confederates that we possess the technological superiority and manpower to defeat them at our leisure; we have repelled several of their attacks, avenged the deaths of civilians by retaliating accordingly, and have otherwise caused sufficient distress for our adversaries to make them reconsider their current course of action.
It is my intent to use our current position, having now attained possession of the advantage in controlling the battlefield to exact some negotiating power in peace talks if the enemy consents to them. Should they do so, I further recommend that we temporarily withdraw our ultimatum to leave ourselves with additional freedom to draw up alternative terms, rather than restrict ourselves to offering them only those terms detailed in the ultimatum proper or variants thereof. Achieving a lasting peace is paramount, whether we do it now or after we conquer the Blackhelm Confederacy.
I therefore find it most prudent to inform you all that with the sending of this message, a plan for declaring a ceasefire and the withdrawal of the Monavian fleet to a distance of 300 kilometers from sovereign Confederate territory shall be implemented. Consequently, this should result in an armistice, should the rest of our allies do the same, which will make peaceful negotiations possible. We all but have control of Bellamee Island, have sunk or damaged nearly 300 Confederate vessels, and have damages portions of their sea wall. They are fully aware that they cannot withstand a full-scale assault and siege if it were warranted. Let them lick their wounds as they sulk at the possibility of their imminent defeat.
With faith in victory,
His Holy Imperial Majesty, Charles IX, by the Grace of God, King of Monavia, Defender of the Most Holy Faith, etc.
The king needed only half an hour to compose the message, fold it up and enclose it in an envelope, and summon a courier to deliver it to the Ministry of Defense. In only hours, Admiral Petrov was reading it and sending conformation back to Chalcedon that he had received the message.
Coalition Fleet
Sea of Neptune
The Monavian fleet continued to bombard the Confederates for the next hour, eventually winding down their assault to reload countless guns, missile tubes, torpedo racks, and other such places where ordinance could be stored for immediate launch. The volleys had been launched with such effectiveness that the enemy fleet was in retreat, the Orlkjestadis rushing at flank speed to obtain the safety conferred upon them by being hidden among the ranks of their allies.
Petrov forwarded the message to allied commanders. Would they agree to the proposal? Would they be willing to offer a ceasefire?
If the terms of the ceasefire were accepted, the peace process could begin...