The Dawning of "Peace & Prosperity"(IC; Auso)

by **Cirilla** » Sun Feb 18, 2018 11:44 pm

The Dawning of "Peace & Prosperity"

Federation of Sishai
OOC
Introduction Theme

Proclamation of the Federation

¨We hereby proclaim the Federation of Sishai. To this, we proclaim jurisdiction over the entirety of former Sornia, now a member of the federation. This we proclaim to our people so that they may enjoy in perpetuity their inherent right to stability, peace, and prosperity.

Behold! A new world is approaching before our very eyes! The age of chaos has receded, and the age of prosperity has arrived. The spirit of humanism cultivated throughout the past century now begins to throw its light on a new chapter in world history. Just as a new spring has come, hastening the rebirth of every living thing, our pulse, once melted in the scorching desert and wasteland, now rebirths in the warm breeze and sunshine.

Today, our only duty is to rebuild ourselves, not to demolish others. We demand the cessation of all hostilities by the SYA, Consord militaries and all other actors! Refusal to comply will be met with senseless fighting. Morality is on our side, and truth marches with us. To begin is to succeed! Let us march straight into Peace and Prosperity!¨ - Major General Yumeli Akaad of the Federation of Sishai

Proclamation of the Federation II

To my fellow people,

We observe today a testament to our civilization - symbolizing an end to the age of chaos. For far too long our people, our nation, our lands have been tampered by war! Our ancestors fought to the end, and we continue to fight to this day. To this, I proclaim the Federation of Sishai - the future to our people. I proclaim that the Federation shall have jurisdiction under Ysitrikine and Sornia, our sister nation.

To our neighbors we have senselessly fought, Azens, raise your fists to this future we could hold together. Let us together conquer the deserts, end genocide, cure disease, live in peace as one - as we did before. Let all our neighbors know, join us to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in Sishai. To our old allies and the new, help us move forward to a new age of peace and prosperity. We must move past our petty past and focus on rebuilding what we were destined to be. And let every other power know that the Federation is not Ysitri, Sornian, Azen, Arzan, Lish, Pakirani, or any other but all the people of Sishai and we intend to be the masters of our own. To those nations who wish to be our enemies, we offer not a demand but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for peace and end this black hole of a struggle, before we can never rise again from it.

All this will not be finished in the first year. Nor will it be finished in the first decade, nor in the life of our generation. But let us begin. Will you join us in this historic effort? - Queen Yisi of the Federation of Sishai

by **Empire of Donner land** » Tue Feb 20, 2018 6:23 pm

En-route to Area 5-B

Donnish IADA Contingent

A convoy moves through the seas, on its way to a place where most people would think it would be suicide to go to itself, let alone stay there. But the troops on these wouldn't just be staying there, they'd be deployed in the searing heat, opposite to what Donnish Weather usually was, to what was essentially just a sit and watch mission, and they all volunteered for that.

On one of the ships, draped upon it a flag identifying it as an IADA Security Vessel (2 red bars on either side of a white bar), sailed in the formation straight to Area 5-B, where the 2 regiments and a battalion would disembark and make their trek to the cities of Sotea and Aura as well as Area 7. All the while the vessels were ensuring that no one would mistakenly identify them as an enemy ship by blaring out a signal identifying them as an IADA craft. Inside copious amounts of commissioned officers and NCOs piled into a large briefing room shoulder to shoulder, comfort was not what naval designers really had in mind when designing them. Infront of them was Colonel Oron Ferehg, commanding officer of the 2nd IADA Donnish Mechanized Regiment that was quickly organized upon ratification of Operation Enduring Vigil(ance), who stood in front of a projector currently shining bright blue light upon him in the lit room.

As soon as everyone was inside and the doors were closed as well as the blinds shut, he motioned for someone to cut the lights. The room went dark except for the light of the projector dimly lighting the room. He looked at the faces of those under him in the room in Tropentarn fatigues and stepped to the side of the projector screen and took out an opened telescopic pointer in one hand, and a clicker for the projector in another. He clicked, on the screen was a map of Azenyanistan and its current factions and next to it was a map of the IADA Sector areas.

"Ladies, gentlemen, this is Azenyanistan. If I direct your attention to the left map" he moved his pointer to the factions map, "you can see it's a hot mess. We've got more conflicting factions than you can shake a stick at. Worse off, we don't have any eyes to really see whats going on in there, and if some really bad shit was really going down in there, we wouldn't know who to go after or why it happened. Our goal for this operation is essentially this: establish a timeline of events and detailed picture of the situation within Azenyanistan using international Cooperation within IADA. This will be used to discuss further action involving Azenyanistan. What the further action will be is beyond me, that's up to the nations themselves to figure out and for us to carry out." He paused, looked over the crowd, all of them had their armbands on, all of them were listening. Good.

"This is why you wear those armbands, to make sure you don't get shot by some camel herder who thought you were apart of the tribe that stole their tribe's goat. You'll also be wearing those around your helmet, I know it makes you look like a big target but no one's going to be shooting at you if it means they get buried 6 feet under in response. That brings me to the R.O.E: do. not. fire. Unless you are fired upon, you can defend yourself but you must identify the threat. You'll see some pretty bad stuff out there, but our job isn't to be police or to intervene in combat, our job is to watch. If something is in the way which keeping you from doing your job, you get rid of it unless it means starting a gunfight. On to where you'll be living for a year." he stepped back and moved the pointer to the sector map.

"You'll be living in constructed patrol bases with enough space to live, rest, eat and to play." there were a few chuckles in the room, mostly from the NCOs in the back. "And no, you are not to befriend the locals in the area in at all, show some discipline." immediately their hopes for romance in the desert were crushed. "Our bases will be outfitted to hand out aid to civilian non-combatants, but we have to be sure they aren't just trying to get bottles of water to their militia buddies in secret. We won't be taking refugees in, sheltering them or transporting them. The IADA is worried about mission creep and doesn't want this to become a full-on invasion of the Middle South. We also have some friends with us, an IADA liaison in every regiment and our attached battalion to report to headquarters about whats going on." He pointed to the back, someone who was wearing a different uniform as well as a different flag on them, but the same armband stood up, nodded and then sat back down.

"now, onto the bad news." his troops leaned in and whispered among themselves, they've heard rumors but nothing official. "The IADA has created a designation system for the sectors, as you can see here, we have the privilege watching over Area 7, 2.2 and 2.1. Our regiment will be going to Sotewa, or Area 2.1-A. The other Regiment will be going to 2.2-S or Aura. Meanwhile, the battalion attached to us will be going to Area 7-B in North Ysitir. Now, you may be asking, what do the letters mean? That's where we get the bad news. Originally the scale was A to D, but Aura broke it and now it goes from S to D. S, being the worst and D being calm. Which means we got stuck with the 2 worst places to be in Azenyanistan. But we didn't draw the shortest straw, the other Regiment gets Aura, which as I said earlier is an S. They aren't joking either, you'll see some rough stuff, so be prepared for that. Briefing over, get some sleep."

by **The United Remnants of America** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 1:02 am

Major Astra Galinsky

Outside Freewater

1/22/2018 - 17:55

"Ma'am? You're coming back?" Galinsky spoke into her phone. She realized she'd been doing a lot of this since the deployment started. "Aura's gone, copy that. I agree, abandoning our zone in the city was probably the best course of action. I blame the Azens and the other nations. If they'd just left this up to... Yes, ma'am. We'll be waiting here for you." Galinsy hung up the phone.

The proclamation had been playing for a few minutes now, and Galinsky's scouts had heard and relayed the information, but she was currently discounting it. At the very least, it was going to get annoying, but it meant the town was occupied by some kind of force. Still, Azens trying to secede from Sornia just meant it would eventually cause more bloodshed with someone. Galinsky just hoped that her fleet made it to harbor. She'd give it another day, and then she'd move into Freewater and hopefully no combat would come of it.

She'd sent a few of the Atlas Armor Regiment's tanks forward. They were the nicest ones she had, and a half-dozen had called back that they were within 7 kilometers of the city's outer limits. The tanks, despite being newer and better-equipped than the Red Claws tanks and the tanks from the Stormtroopers, were still tanks. They weren't the stealthier of vehicles, and were mainly being used as scouts in this sense. A few platoons from Atlas' infantry division had been sent forward about a klick behind the tanks to support them if necessary.

The Atlas force's commander, Captain Alexia, wasn't with them, he was in their unit command post. Atlas also had the CPD's only helicopters in the theater, but those helicopters had been split off to be with the fleet, led by the pilot with the most seniority. Alexia was confident in his command being able to handle any first contact issues if whoever was in the city came out to confront them. Hopefully, it would be a peaceful exchange, if not, those infantry would be the quick reaction force to the tanks that were moving up. The main force was only a couple kilometers behind them, so if those in the city really wanted to respond with hostility, Galinsky could move in quickly with full force.

Major Greg Farhammer

Azen Waters

1/22/2018 - 17:59

"This is the Imperial Cirillian Navy, by the command of her Imperial & Royal Majesty[4] and blessed holiness of Marii, state your purpose. This is territorial waters of the Sishaii Federatsyia, you are not authorized to enter. Any hostilities toward the Federation of Sishai will be met with retaliation by the full might of the Cirillian Empire."

Farhammer and Quen were both waiting for the announcement, and when it ended, they looked at each other before looking at the ship's radioman, and then back at each other.

"Didn't expect Cirilla," Quen commented.

"Nope." Farhammer shook his head and sighed.

"So, what's a 'Federation of Sishai?'" Quen tilted his head, crossing his arms.

"I'm not sure. Maybe a puppet state? We can figure this out. Radioman, gimme that mic."

"Imperial Cirillian Navy, this is Major Farhammer of the CPD. We are requesting docking in the city of Freewater to resupply our ships as well as ground elements en route to the city. We have no hostilities with the Cirrillians, or this Federation of Sishai. Our original mission was to provide peacekeeping for Azenyanistan, but... I'm sure you are as aware of the rapidly changing situations on the ground as our ground troops are. Repeat, we do not seek hostilities, only safe harbor, but we will return fire if fired upon."

Quen shrugged, "Well, at least we can say we tried diplomacy, eh?"

"Yeah, let's hope they take it. I don't feel like getting ambushed right at the end of this waste of a trip."

by **Imperial Valaran** » Sat Feb 24, 2018 5:56 pm

‘Annul’
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Strategy,
Satellite 23-03-53-06, Geostationary Orbit

Strategy was not a familiar concept to those embroiled in Sishai. Nations had objectives — stuff they wanted to do. But no one seemed to have much concept of how to realise those objectives, beyond the tread of tanks and the summoning of firepower. Military muscle was more a reflex than a doctrine. It was the tool, not the thought to wield it. Thus, a cavalcade of nations and leaders — not least the Azens themselves — had come and gone, parading round their armies, only to find that this did not constitute success, and that the Azen sand was coarse and uninviting. It wore away at residents and intruders alike, frustrating their ambitions, until they departed with not quite what they had before. Azenyanistan was not the grave of empires. But it exposed the limits of their vision, the blinkered notions of domination they clung to.

Perhaps this was why so many remained. The inability control the region meant it lay open, inviting. A proving ground for the ambitious. The failure of others had no bearing on their minds. No statesman ever saw themselves as making the same mistakes and their peers. Even as they retreated, they failed to see how they erred, how they too fell for the mirage. And they were replaced, by fresh youths, ready to scar the land for an absent purpose.

Click. Click. The satellite’s camera whirred, but one had to imagine the sound of the lens focusing on the world below. The image narrowed, drawing away from the shimmering turquoise and towards the orange brown titan, bowed and broken into shape. From this outer atmospheric void, one could not see the titan weep. But Sishai was crying.

Formosa,
Sotewa Airbase, Sornia (Contested/Abandoned)

On the 21st of February 2018, Captain Jane Formosa departed Sotewa airbase in the direction of the rising sun. With her was two hundred and fifty VRF soldiers, and twenty thousand civilians — Azens, Sarns, Lishes, Sornians, all foreigners in their own lands. Also with her was a new Valaran Force a light infantry battalion of four hundred Marines (VRM) had arrived. They were led by Major Dyskel Kalens.

Jane was no longer in charge. Kalens was. He lead the column from the front, surrounded by his own men. Formosa had the rearguard, travelling at the slowest members of the civilians. More accurately, she was not following the rising sun. She was following Kalens’ dust trail.

The airbase had disappeared from Jane’s view. This did not mean the Valarans had come far — on the contrary the winding Azen roads and the huddled refugees meant the marching pace was more of a scuffle. Instead, it was the column that had been swallowed up, disappearing into the arid maw of Sornia. They were surrounded by hills and brushwood, bleached brown by winter desolation.

All the same, Jane kept looking back, kept twisting her gaze. She wanted to see the airport again, not up close, but as a speck. The distance would be reassuring, it would tell her how far they had come, that they had left Sotewa behind, so it could burn without scorching the VRF and their Azens charges.

Jane knew they weren’t far enough, not with the crawling pace of the refugees and the fractured terrain. The militia would come for them. It would not take long for their commander to realise the VRF had departed, and that they had taken the refugees with them in the night. That was a betrayal of their terms, but it had been the only way to secure safe passage. The Sornians would not accept the twenty thousand slipping from their grasp. It would not be long before the hills were filled with the guzzle of engines. Jane had her company with her, as a rearguard. When the Sornians came, it would be to up to them to hold the tide back.

Movements,
Embassy Quarter, Nusayastatt (Azen Loyalist/Contested)

For an embassy under attack, the Esgonians had proven rather reluctant to call for help. Out the remaining diplomatic missions (and there were few enough of those), they seemed to have been singled out by Consord militias. This was odd for many reasons. For all that the Azen state was collapsing around them, the former capital had largely staved off Sornian assaults — on most maps, the front line was over 100km away. The coup in Freewater, and the disintegration of Sornian Unity had undercut their advances anyhow. This had left Nusayastatt as a something of a haven — so much so that it had been flooded by refugees from other regions. This was not to suggest that it had long-term prospects. The rump administration of Nusayastatt had no foreign backers, few resources and little cohesion beyond struggling in the face of annihilation. IADA forces may stabilise the security situation, but there was no one left to speak for the vestiges of Azenyanistan. Better to ignore the traces of a dead state, until by and by, they were washed away. Indifference killed.

Yet for now, only the Esgonians were under assault. The few Sornian militias that had infiltrated the city, and held some of the suburbs, had largely ignored the other forces. They had bypassed the Valaran enclave. Ministry Guards watched the firefight unfold barely a quarter-mile from their perimeter. If not for the sounds of gunfire, they might as well have been fifty miles away. Stray bullets occasionally whizzed past, sometimes forcing those in the per meter to take cover. A Sornian group did briefly attack Valaran patrols. The gunfire had brought echoes of a nightmare scenario to life, and then it had it had ceased as suddenly as it arose. Apparently the Sornians had mistaken them for Esgonians. Five people had died.

To this state of affairs, nothing was done. Esgonia had not asked for Valaran help, adding to the litany of unexplained events. Besides, the Valarans had their own worries. The few hundred Ministry Guard were overstreched, controlling a perimeter, monitoring nearby arms groups, processing those inside the embassy, and planning for escape. None of the forces offshore had been airlifted in: helicopters were targets here, easy to mistake and easy to shoot. Besides the fleet was not to give away its position. It was still under combat conditions. And those in Nusayastatt itself were in the process of withdrawal, in the form of a single convoy. Negotiations with the city authorities had finally ended, mostly with threats of violence. It wasn’t like the Azens could control the Valarans, but they could cause real issues. Bluster had ended that threat. A Valaran fleet was offshore, thousands of marines nestled in its hulls. Better the Ministry Guard pushed outwards, than this force marched into the city.

The fleet was real, but unlike its parent force to the north, it remained hidden. Its footprint was commercial, its radios silent, its scans LPI. It would only draw near to the coast once the Valaran convoy moved out of the city, and the 60km to the coast. Then the Empire would leave Nusayastatt, and those still struggling, to their fate.

Nygaard,
Sharn, Arzan Republic (Federation)

“Talk to me Eric.” The image on the screen moved. “Don’t leave us in the dark here.”

Eric smiled. “Sorry. Bad habit.” Also I think this place is bugged. Tarzan had a surprising number of agents. He had somehow co-opted the local Azeni intelligence branch root and bone.

The figure shifted again. A flash of static made the movement a stop-state motion. One moment Sathren was sitting, reclining back in his office at Astaria. The next he had leaned forwards. “I understand. All the same, we’re interested in your progress.”

“Technically, progress has been good. We’ve made agreements on all the broad strokes. The connection has been too bad to transfer the files across. Turns out the internet is a bitch in a collapsed state.” Eric chuckled, mostly for himself.

“I don’t like the word technically,” Sathren chided.

No one does. “There’s nothing overtly wrong. But… Abdali’s been more difficult than I thought. I can’t place my finger on what.”

“What has he done?”

“Every so often, when talks are progressing well, he suddenly starts questioning things we agreed on. The inquiries aren’t hostile, but they’re… half the time, its as if he doesn’t want our help, or anything we agree on the talks. I press him about this. But every time he gets close to admitting that, he pulls back all of sudden and accepts everything.” Eric ran a hand through his hair. “At first I thought it was negotiation tactic, trying to get us to admit concessions. Then I thought it was a method of trying to get us to admit that we’re extorting them, or something.”

“And now?”

“Now, I don’t think its either. Or at least something else too. Like… he genuinely doesn’t believe in these agreements. But Sathren, if he’s playing us, its not obvious. We get the bases, the economic agreements, even the refugee crap Hesseren wanted. If it there a trick in the policy details or the agreements, I can spot it. But there’s not. Its just his… attitude.”

“Well, if you want my assessment, it sounds concerning, but nothing to jeopardise matters over.”

“I know.” I don’t trust him. It came to Eric suddenly. Tarzan was too wily, too independent minded. Most likely, he was anti-colonialist too, or at least its scent. The Arzans had not been as repressed as the Sornians. More they had just been neglected. Their region was on one of the world’s busiest shipping lanes, and yet they were one of Azenyanistan’s poorest regions. Sharn was an old town. Roads appeared well maintained but the city streets were as cramped as they had been in the 18th century. People didn’t starve, but few appeared to have manufacturing jobs. The countryside was worse, with its lack of infrastructure, rugged hillsides. It was bad luck to lack fertile land or mineral deposits, but Arzan had exceptionally bad luck: it lacked both.

“Is there anyone else we can talk to?” Sathren knew better than to suggest a coup directly.

“Not currently He’s in control. There’s no question of it. The man has a personality cult a mile high. He presents himself as the only thing standing between Arzan and the chaos everywhere else.” Eric half-grimaced. It wasn’t all bullshit, either. In Sharn, Tarzan’s face was everywhere. Market stalls had posters; it was printed on water bottles and painted in grand murals on the sides of buildings. Those murals had the Prime Minister in heroic poses, arms outstretched and eyes upwards. The Abdali in those murals promised aspiration as well as protection. His majesty clasped hope. “Maybe in 18 months, the glow might fade, But not right now.” Eric looked at the screen. “Relay this if you want. Practically, things are progressing as swift as could be expected. It would be better if the IADA deployments could be sped up. Its just useful to underline the rhetoric”

“I will.”

“Anyway, how is it on your end?”

Sathren’s smile was flash-frozen. “Rough enough. Hesseren is breathing down my neck. A lot of people don’t like what we are doing. Fewer still trust me… or you. The scrutiny is unreal. Not like your day at all.”

“Its like I said. Never let the politicians get involved in foreign policy. They chuck toys out of the pram.”

“Politicians like you?”

Eric smiled. I am hardly the average politician. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Its already out of my hands. They want results and they don’t trust either your or my reports, so they’re sending someone over. ”

“Who?”

“The Foreign Secretary.”

Eric rubbed his chin. It was already covered in spiked stubble. “Well, that could fuck things up.”

“Yes. Yes it could.”

by **Cirilla** » Sat Mar 10, 2018 10:47 pm

Vyskaroza, Cyrilli
Jan 25, 2018
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Freewater, Sornia - Federation of Sishai(FoS)
18:25 - Jan 22, 2018

It was a gamble, not knowing whether they could be enemies or not. “They could be lying about their intentions. A way for them to discover our expeditionary logistics and operations for anyone willing to disrupt our mission,” the enlisted spoke. He wasn’t wrong. The CPD were in fact hired soldiers for the highest bidder; and there were a lot of people with money opposed to the Cirillian Hegemony. Kalodskii acknowledged this. However, she knew that a foreign docked fleet would be better than one in open waters for combat if it were ever the case in the future. She also knew that those ground troops weren’t a lie. Akaad had contacted her several moments ago about his situation, assuming it was just former government loyalists. Piecing it together, it made sense that a large army outside city could only be CPD forces. If it were loyalists or even Pakirani forces they would have attacked the city by now.

In her most fluent English, she replied after minutes of silence, “This is Rear Admiral Kalodskii of the Imperial Cirillian Navy - Commander of Task Force 15. You and your forces are authorized to dock within Freewater. However, upon arrival, you must comply to an immediate personal conference for further dialogue and discussions about the situation and addressment of concerns”. As she finished she relaxed her voice from its usual tense tone, waiting for a response from the other party.

Information was relayed to Major General Akaad as many of his subordinates rushed around the governmental building. He still wasn’t too sure about the foreigners literally at the doormat of the city. His best bet was to allow these people within the city, at best the odds would be fairer although more destructive and chaotic. He knew the city from every street corner to every alley. A truck hooked up with military speakers road out to the outskirts of Freewater toward the column of tanks. “Attention foreign forces, this is the territory of the Federation. We wish for no hostility, we demand to speak to your commanders for a fruitious future along with all of Sishai.”

Quen and Farhammer exchanged a glance.

“Well, that’s that, then,” Farhammer commented as he picked up the ship radio, “Attention, crew. This is Major Farhammer. We’ve been given clearance to dock. Prepare to move forward cautiously.” Without skipping a beat, he set the ship’s radio down and picked up the communications radio, reaching past the enlisted comms specialist to switch frequencies to the CPD fleet. The submarines had had no reason to dive below antenna depth, so they should also be on the line. “CPD Naval Task Force Azenyanistan, this is Major Farhammer. We’ve been given clearance by the Cirillian Navy to dock in Freewater. I would like the submarines to reorient to a defensive arc in respect to the docks as the hospital ships and amphibious assault ships move in to dock. Take it slow. Deck crews, don’t brandish arms when we get close, and no ship should be using targeting radars or active sonar pings. Over and out.”

Farhammer closed his eyes and he could just barely feel the vibrations of the ship’s engines as this vessel began to move forward slowly. The major nodded as he turned, “Alright,” he glanced at Quen, “we’ve got a meeting to prepare for. Let’s go.”

“You hear that, ma’am?”

“Yeah. I hear it. Hold your position.” Galinsky looked at her assembled unit commanders, who all stared back at her.

“Well, what do you suggest, Major?” Danielsen offered to begin the conversation. Danielsen was an experienced commander.

Galinsky pursed her lips and nodded, thinking, “Without Grey and the other Scipio people, who may or may not get back here in time, I’m effectively the CO of this unit. Realistically, I shouldn’t be sending myself, so...” Galinsky moved her finger across the gathered commanders, “I’d send you, Asanov, but we just got you back from that imprisonment.”

“Fuck those guys,” Asanov commented. She was still upset about being caught by the Pakiranistani contractors, which derailed her original plan to scout ahead. Her team had ended up being the last unit to get into Azen, and they’d almost been killed several times on the way due to their small size.

“So I guess that means you, Alexia,” Galinsky’s fingered rested on one of the younger commanders.

“Me?” Captain Gennady Alexia tilted his head. He was from a country that really didn’t exist anymore. His family had been part of the aristocracy there before a revolution took his father out of power and forced Gennady into exile. He’d been picked up by the CPD as an advisor before showing his skills as a small unit leader. Now he was in charge of a rather large unit in Task Force Azen.

“Yeah, you haven’t done much lately, have you?” Galinsky countered, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Alexia sighed and looked down, “No, no, I’ll go. Just gimme a truck.”

Ten minutes later, Gennady Alexia was driving a humvee alone towards Freewater with nothing but his pistol on his hip. As he passed the scouting parties, one of the CPD troops gave him a happy wave. Alexia fought the urge to flip the man off.

As the CPD ships grew closer to the docks, Kalodskii was waiting in a nearby building turned into a makeshift center of operations. Her presence and the presence of the Cirillians appeared to make the locals uneasy. Foreigners with seemingly more authority within their lands than they should have. In the room were several of her subordinate officers, appointed political advisers and a Sornian military officer representing Akaad and the Federation. An intimidating picture of you were on the other side of the table. Kalodskii was essentially the sole Cirillian representative for all of Sishai, that until they [Cirilla] could appoint an official ambassador, her future actions and decisions would shape the Sishaii view of Cirillians in the future. Her strict disciplinarian and professional attitude had already shown the seriousness of her nation's influence.

At the center of the capital, Akaad had gotten word from the arriving CPD Officer and would later send him to the conference the Cirillians were having. He had more issuing matters to attend to, hopefully relying on foreigners to deal with foreigners. Akaad had continued to talk with the other Sornian generals in trying to convince them into joining [the Federation]. If he could get a majority of them to side with him then he could focus more on the rest of Azen altogether. The allure of wealth, luxury and power had gotten to him, the Cirillians were the symbol of that. They had promised him Sornia and continual military control, just as many of their backroom deals it showed their cunningness of negotiation.

Alexia was taken into the city and directed through the busy streets towards the docks. Freewater was an occupied city, Alexia could see. What the higher ups had expected to be an abandoned city from the mass exodus of the country, was instead full of people, both civilian and military, Azen and foreign. Freewater had become what Alexia assumed was a bastion of the Azen ethnicities throughout the war, and when Sornia had been formed, Freewater was the capital, but Alexia’s commanders had mostly ignored that whole ordeal. This new Federation of Sishai, however, seems to be making good on giving this city the protection of a capital.

There were Cirillians here as well, Alexia saw. Their uniforms were unmistakable among the Azen civilians and former-Sornian-turned-Federation troops. They even seemed more professional than those Sishai soldiers. They were better armed, too. Alexia wondered how long it would take the Cirillians to arm and train their Sishai hosts up to equal standards. Alexia also wondered if this war would impact the Cirillians’ timelines, if they even had timelines.

The building was right on the water. And as Alexia pulled up to it and the curious Cirillian and Federation guards outside, he saw another entourage from one of the recently docked ships. As the group walked up, Alexia was met with the familiar faces of Farhammer and Quen, two of the older, more experienced CPD commanders who’d been commanding the naval units.

“Alexia? What’re you doing here?” Farhammer asked as the naval team approached. There were only five of them, six including Alexia.

“Galinsky sent me here,” Alexia sighed. “I don’t think she knew you two would be here.”

Farhammer nodded and looked between Alexia, Quen, and the three contractors they’d brought with them, “Well, let’s get going inside, see what these guys are all about.”

Alexia and Quen nodded, and followed Farhammer as he walked past the Federation and Cirillian guards into the building.

As they walked in, Kalodskii stared at them with a humorless gaze. Her chin was up, her back straight and her legs crossed as her hands clasped together on the table. Her Cirillian guards and advisers also displayed her totalitarian personality. It made the room feel only heavier and tense, holding your breath seemed like you were inhaling metal. This type of atmosphere was quite the opposite of the stereotypical Cirillian lifestyle. That was the luxurious free life filled with debauchery and self-indulgence, quite different when compared to Sishai. Many of these soldiers would see the real reality outside their country, what true suffering was, what life was without Mari on their side. Several of her guards immediately pulled the front chairs back as Kalodskii gestured the CPD officers to take their seats. "Shall we begin?"

by **Cirilla** » Sat Mar 24, 2018 12:48 pm

Freewater, Sornia - Federation of Sishai
Princess Cardisa, Ysitrikine - Federation of Sishai
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Princess Cardisa, Ysitrikine - Federation of Sishai(FoS)
12:03 - Mar 23, 2018

The capital was busy. Its streets paraded by soldiers of the Federation, as political figures across the country congregated about matters of importance. Yesterday, it was announced that the remaining Azen loyalists had conditionally surrendered, signaling an end to the conflict. The people cheered as they celebrated an end of constant fighting and bloodshed in their homelands.

Their leader Tarzan Abdali, who was elected about a month ago and formerly the Prime Minister of the Arzan Republic, represented the strong arm that would lead the country to peace and prosperity. With a current popularity rating of 74%, he was quite favored by the poverty-stricken although not as much by the elites, the Cirillian baby-fed upper class. Sure he could bring the Federation back onto its feet and a regional player once more, although it seemed he had his own agendas than strictly obey the words of mother - that is Cirilla.

President Abdali sat in the royal palace across Queen Yisi, an awkward meeting for the both of them. "Can I ask why you've allowed the Cirillians to build their religious temples in your homeland? Do you not respect your own god?" Tarzan asked the Queen in Azenian.

As she answered, Queen Yisi didn't even glance at the President. Sipping her tea, "Our god has left us long ago, Mr. Abdali... President Abdali. Doesn't mean people will rush to their religion. Plus the Cirillians offered more money to our infrastructure rebuilding program if we allowed them to build their temples - and Mariism isn't too bad. Its teachings are quite interesting and the Mariiphra provides good insight about yourselves." she replied in Azen'ish.

Tarzan gave off a look of disappointment disguised as stern interest. "You seem to have fallen in love with these foreigner's religion. I fear what other debauchery they have given to you in exchange for ancestral dignity." he scoffed.

Queen Yisi giggled, catching his passive-aggressive tone. "I have learned of their religion before they came to me, it was during the Azen-Ciri War for that matter. I do not mind it at all, it is something the people can look into for hope. At least Ysitrikine has not openly sponsored it, unlike our northern neighbor."

"Sornia." Tarzan quickly responded with an inquisitive face.

"Yes, Sornia. As of matter of fact, General Akaad has been quite adamant about spreading Mariism specifically into Eastern Azenyan Proper, I've heard. I'm surprised you haven't heard of this yet, as you are the president of the Federation now." She finally looked up towards him with an eyebrow raised.

Tarzan became to be slightly annoyed. He knew General Akaad was working with the Cirillians more than he did but didn't realize the extent of it, let alone not be informed of certain decisions made without him. "I see," he said with a low tone raveled in disdain.

"How are the Valarans, if I may ask. You seem to be cooperating with them well - especially with the deal of those destroyers. And I know al-Rifai doesn't handle all of it on his own." the Queen asked, curious.

"More or less the same as the Cirillians, if not more quiet about their intentions... These Valarans already hold territories in Sishai, it is something I wish Arzan and the rest of the Federation does not succumb to once again."

"Then we won't let them." Queen Yisi immediately flashed back, her eyes glaring at Abdali with a questionable smile.

Freewater, Sornia - Federation of Sishai(FoS)
15:11 - Mar 23, 2018

Victory. Or so they call it. Sornian divisions had successfully penetrated the heartland of Azenyanistan, with some political maneuvering, and forced the remaining Azen loyalists to surrender. The military government in control of Sornia had now turned Azenyanistan into a military district of their own - technically under Federationist military control. At 3:05 PM today, several Cirillian military and political figures arrived in Freewater to meet up with Rear Admiral Kalodskii of the Imperial Cirillian Navy and General Akaad. One of these figures were Laancel Nikolaev, leader of Cyrilskii Nashynlizma Socsietvo (CyrNa) - a popular Cirillian nationalist organization, and former military officer. Another was the head priest of the Cirillic Order of Snowfall, a major Mariist church in northern Cirilla. These men held a common ideology so poisoned, so crazed, so determined to spread across the world - and the Federation was the first step to expand their creed.

Nikolaev shook hands with Akaad as he was gestured to take a seat in the General's office. He was shorter than Akaad although seemed more quietly menacing. Like his smile offered a sense of charisma and appeal to him, however, his aura radiated something very malicious - it wasn't something everyone could catch as they would be captured by his welcoming personality. Akaad waited for Nikolaev to stop looking at his phone, growing a little impatient although he didn't show it. Laancel finally looked up and put down his phone, "Tell me about Eastern Azenyan."

Straight to business.

"Well, their leader Aya had formally surrendered and is currently being escorted to the capital for our military tribunal as we speak. However, it seems that some of her subordinate officers have gone missing in Nusayastatt. By our intelligence reports, it's assumed that they fled the city before the conditional surrender - perhaps some of the other foreigners have taken them in. Suspected foreigners could possibly be the Unionists or Nauchrtens, they have given Azens asylum once before. As of now, the Federatnoya Senyata Leshevburyna(Federal Secret Police) should be handling all trial proceedings for any Azen officers we've captured. Other high political persons, other than Aya, will be prosecuted in the Supreme Federal Court in Ysitrikine. I've also in placed Roza Iszarii as the Civilian Director of Azenyan currently, a cooperating Azen at best who will be essential in the later years for this game of thrones."

Laancel nodded. "I should note that since the Imperial military will mostly be operating in Sornia and Ysitrikine, mostly for the training of Federationist soldiers, there will be a need of a professional force in Azenyan other than yours to keep the peace. With the Empress' blessing, she had given a colleague of mine permission to operate his paramilitary in Azenyan if need be. Although I assume you have already found someone to do that?"

"I have, yes. The CPD. After some further talk and paperwork, hopefully, they can arrive in the coming months to help sustain stability."

They continued to talk and discuss their plans. Akaad saw the Cirillians as a vehicle for his vision, similar to CyrNa ultranationalist ideals, Sornia would soon take a turn toward a chilling path.

Nikolaev gave off a smirk, you could feel that aura once more. A feeling that would send chills to your spine. This was only the beginning.

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