Yalmarch State Announcement:
All those recently affiliated with the royal family, now dead by our glorious revolutionary hands, are to report
at their local police stations. Alongside of them, non Yallic citizens are to be deported within the next 72 hours.
If you are here on work visa you are to leave, if you are here to study you are to leave, etc. Those who do
not adhere to these instructions will be liquidated, enemies hide among us therefore we must take action against
all possibilities.
Fort Sothoth, Yalmarch
Another toxic rain fell as Commander Dallon Krakov stomped toward the formation of soldiers. All dressed in full
combat gear as well as gas masks to keep the toxins out. On the horizon massive smoke stacks stood, black clouds
puffed from their tops. Krakov placed his hands behind his back, the troopers stood at attention.
"Congratulations we've been selected to aid the police in crushing this anti-deportation riot breaking out in the ugliest
sides of the capitol. Fort Sothoth has been abused for centuries by the rightfully executed monarchy, by our hands it shall
be cleansed. The rioters failed to comply with a state decree, making them enemy combatants, there will be no mercy
for them regardless of age, gender, etc. Lethal ammunition will be distributed, we are on the move in one hour. Understood?"
A roar of approval echoed through the military base's drill pad.
An hour passed, troops led by Commander Krakov piled into the armored personnel carriers. When the ramps closed dim yellow
lights popped on and the convoy began to motor toward Fort Sothoth's decayed quarters.