Arcadian Landfall [IC, Closed, The LCRUA]

[Fortvento]

The year 268, Early Modern era.

Prelude

The Cataclysm
0E 1033 - A great and unexpected catastrophe happens on the planet of Arcadia as a dormant super volcano in the territory of the Lapreynia tribes erupts. Thousands of tonnes of ashes and smoke are spewed out into the atmosphere, and a long stream of lava flows trough the Atrian Empire into the sea. A long and dark volcanic winter ensued. This resulted in global famines in which large swathes of the populace starved. This event came to be known as the Cataclysm.

The Exodus
0E 1034 - The few who could afford or manage it left the planet within the first year on any spaceship they could board in what we call the Exodus. These spaceships sought their future in many different star systems close by and far away. A handful of them recently arrived at their destination star Gamma Vitis (a.k.a. Caene), six years after the Exodus. There they found a habitable terrestrial planet. They had no choice but to land as they were running out of fuel.

Arcadian Landfall
4E 268 - The Arcadian colonists have landed, scattered across the planet. They have taken to calling it "Arcadia Nova", but do not find it empty. The planet called Erosia by its natives is covered in empires, kingdoms and republics all in the early modern period. How will they react to these Arcadians? And how will the Arcadians settle this alien planet?

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Core Rules, RP framework, territorial expansion and patent rules are in effect.

• Only natives and Arcadians can participate.
• Arcadian nations have modern tech.
• Native nations have early modern tech.
• Everything out of character (OOC) must be put in a spoiler.

Moderators: Fortvento, Jovian Artemisia, Exbrenia

This RP scenario started on January 15th and ended on February 25th.
Pace: 1 week IRL = 3 months IC

This RP is closed.

[Fortvento]

Winter

• Arcadians have landed.
• Exbrenia makes contact with Undentland.
• Scatii suffer naval defeat against Yre in Ergon Channel.
• Scata recaptures province from Yre.
• Sleetavian scouts seen briefly by native Yrians.
• Undentland captures province from Northundentland.
• Sciskeas successfully assaults Undentlandish coastal province.
• Empire of Corosei in thurmoil.
• Exbrenia declares war on Undentland.

Spring

• Yre recaptures province from Ergon.
• South Asians welcomed by Stracian town.
• Sleetavia sends diplomatic delegation to Yre.
• Empire of Corosei overthrown and replaced by Republic of Corosania.

Summer

• Stracia split into Vania and South Stracia.

[Fortvento]

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[Politiania]

Politiania

After landing, Politianian Colonial Army regrouped and prepared for attack on former Politianian land.
‘General Metrak, we are ready for massive land and air attack. Whats your order?’
General standed up and came to Colonel Sanderson
‘Yes colonel. Attack on Nerawan is on! Now! Send the tanks. We need to free our people.’
Few days later Politianian Army was in capital city of State of Nerawan.
They just surrendered and gave all the territiory that they claimed from Glorious Empire of Politiania.

[Fortvento]

Politiania

After landing, Politianian Colonial Army regrouped and prepared for attack on former Politianian land.
‘General Metrak, we are ready for massive land and air attack. Whats your order?’
General standed up and came to Colonel Sanderson
‘Yes colonel. Attack on Nerawan is on! Now! Send the tanks. We need to free our people.’
Few days later Politianian Army was in capital city of State of Nerawan.
They just surrendered and gave all the territiory that they claimed from Glorious Empire of Politiania.

Politiania

- Change your post so Nerawan has time to react to your actions.
- You landed on this planet for the first time only a few days ago so Nerawan was never Politianian.

[Sleet Clans]

Sleetavia
As the Sleetavian ark ship Sonho screamed into the atmosphere, her many souls on board hopeful for a new life on a new planet after the Cataclysm, the two surviving leaders of the once mighty United Confederacy reflected back on what had happened. After the start of the Cataclysm and of what seemed like the end for all of them, the very best and brightest scientists, enigneers, and workers in Sleetavia pooled their resources into making a gigantic colony ship, naming it the Sonho, which was Sleetavian for 'hope'. This Ark, designed to hold a vast percentage of the population of the country, managed to save a large amount of people while Arcadia fell to pieces around them.

Not all had made it, however.

Finally breaching the atmosphere, creating a massive sonic boom that could be heard for many miles in every direction, the Sonho began a powered glide to an optimal landing spot on the coast of an island that looked to have a good amount of resources nearby. Plus, there was a bonus in that the ocean was right next to them. Being a maritime people, President Resne Geweha had no doubt that once landed and set up, the surviving population of the Confederacy would thrive. Speaking of which...

As soon as the ark set down, both colonists and what remained of the Sleetavian military disembarked and immediately began setting up temporary tents and crude defenses. It never hurt to be prepared, and from what the ship's scanners had picked up, then they may have only hours until making contact with the Novvies (The nickname for the natives that a bunch of colonists had come up with while bored on the Sonho). To provide power, the Sonho's nuclear fusion reactor would be converted into a temporary nuclear power site, as her engineers had envisioned it to do. All of this would take time however, and both Resne and Emperor Poltokhonis IV Delaysha Espurik couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. They may have had slightly superior technology to the natives, but if they brought heavy firepower, they would be doomed.

Speaking of technology, sadly, they couldn't take anything more than 40-50 year old tech with them due to space issues. If they had been able to bring along their various different oscillators, railguns, and laser/plasma weapons, they wouldn't really have a problem with the natives. A single 20mm slug from an IR-8 AT railgun guided by one of their AI would scare them if they tried anything! Alas, they just couldn't bring their technological edge along with them.

A man can dream, I suppose. Resne thought to himself as he overlooked the efforts to setting up a permanent base from the bridge of the Sonho. Poltokhonis was down a couple of decks helping to oversee the unloading of some supplies, doing what any leader should in a time like this. Meanwhile, I'm up here wasting away on the bridge lost in my own thoughts! And I was the one who was in the military! Resne berated himself for his own inaction, before proceeding down decks to where the cargo bay area was. Along the way, he passed numerous civilians and soldiers alike, all giving him either respectful nods or sharp salutes as he passed by.

''Anything on scope?'' He asked the nearest corporal as he reached the cargo area, where the Emperor of Sleetavia himself was roaring at two civilians who had seemingly dropped a crate of food. Both civis had heads bowed in shame, and they quickly scurried off to do other meaningful, productive things while Polts made his way over to the co-leader of Sleetavia, a grin on his face as, despite being close to 70 years of age, the monarch of the nation looked as lively as ever.

''Nothing really, sir, but we're keeping an eye out. If those natives have anything like we have back home, then their radar probably picked us up as we entered the atmosphere. I'm surprised we didn't have a squadron of fighters over us as we landed'', the corporal replied as the Emperor finally got to Resne, the corporal bowing his head in respect at the presence of Poltokhonis.

''Tell either me, one of the officers, or the Emperor if anything is picked up. I want the pickets extended, not a horsefly gets through unless I say so, got it?'' Resne ordered. He wondered if there even were horseflies on this planet...

The corporal quickly saluted, before running off to relay the message to all scouts in and around the area. Still, a lot of people couldn't get the feeling that contact would be in a matter of hours rather than days or weeks...

[Exbrenia]

RP
The Exbrenian ship Infinite sacrifice lands, and almost immediately sends message to the other nearby nations, Exbrenia asks for an alliance so they could prevent any hostile invasion, the message reads as follows
"Greetings northern nations, this is Exbrenia, we ask for an alliance to prevent others from invading, we ask only for niceness and a polite response."

[Fortvento]

RP
The Exbrenian ship Infinite sacrifice lands, and almost immediately sends message to the other nearby nations, Exbrenia asks for an alliance so they could prevent any hostile invasion, the message reads as follows
"Greetings northern nations, this is Exbrenia, we ask for an alliance to prevent others from invading, we ask only for niceness and a polite response."

You get multiple responses to your message. They are all of low quality and come from various different places on the island. The language sounds like gibberish to you, but the sounds are not at all unfamiliar. Whatever race the natives of this planet are, they can talk, and it seems likely you will be able to establish communications.

The linguists among your colonists work tirelessly for days, analysing every response they got and even asking for more messages to be send so they can get more responses to analyse. On the third day they have a very rudimentary understanding of the language obtained trough various methods and you can establish basic communications. It is quickly determined the responses came from radio-enthusiasts who are experimenting with primitive radio communication. As you hail them in their own language you get an open channel with the radio operator at the royal court of Undentland. From them you learn they are at war with Uskeas and Sciskeas as well as occupied with a rebellion in the north-east, so they are happy to accept a pact of non-aggression. For now. They refuse an alliance as they claim the land you find yourself on as theirs. They are polite but clearly distrust you.

Your scouts have spotted various curious natives and possibly even native scouts observe you from a distance.

[Fortvento]

Sleetavia
As the Sleetavian ark ship Sonho screamed into the atmosphere, her many souls on board hopeful for a new life on a new planet after the Cataclysm, the two surviving leaders of the once mighty United Confederacy reflected back on what had happened. After the start of the Cataclysm and of what seemed like the end for all of them, the very best and brightest scientists, enigneers, and workers in Sleetavia pooled their resources into making a gigantic colony ship, naming it the Sonho, which was Sleetavian for 'hope'. This Ark, designed to hold a vast percentage of the population of the country, managed to save a large amount of people while Arcadia fell to pieces around them.

Not all had made it, however.

Finally breaching the atmosphere, creating a massive sonic boom that could be heard for many miles in every direction, the Sonho began a powered glide to an optimal landing spot on the coast of an island that looked to have a good amount of resources nearby. Plus, there was a bonus in that the ocean was right next to them. Being a maritime people, President Resne Geweha had no doubt that once landed and set up, the surviving population of the Confederacy would thrive. Speaking of which...

As soon as the ark set down, both colonists and what remained of the Sleetavian military disembarked and immediately began setting up temporary tents and crude defenses. It never hurt to be prepared, and from what the ship's scanners had picked up, then they may have only hours until making contact with the Novvies (The nickname for the natives that a bunch of colonists had come up with while bored on the Sonho). To provide power, the Sonho's nuclear fusion reactor would be converted into a temporary nuclear power site, as her engineers had envisioned it to do. All of this would take time however, and both Resne and Emperor Poltokhonis IV Delaysha Espurik couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. They may have had slightly superior technology to the natives, but if they brought heavy firepower, they would be doomed.

Speaking of technology, sadly, they couldn't take anything more than 40-50 year old tech with them due to space issues. If they had been able to bring along their various different oscillators, railguns, and laser/plasma weapons, they wouldn't really have a problem with the natives. A single 20mm slug from an IR-8 AT railgun guided by one of their AI would scare them if they tried anything! Alas, they just couldn't bring their technological edge along with them.

A man can dream, I suppose. Resne thought to himself as he overlooked the efforts to setting up a permanent base from the bridge of the Sonho. Poltokhonis was down a couple of decks helping to oversee the unloading of some supplies, doing what any leader should in a time like this. Meanwhile, I'm up here wasting away on the bridge lost in my own thoughts! And I was the one who was in the military! Resne berated himself for his own inaction, before proceeding down decks to where the cargo bay area was. Along the way, he passed numerous civilians and soldiers alike, all giving him either respectful nods or sharp salutes as he passed by.

''Anything on scope?'' He asked the nearest corporal as he reached the cargo area, where the Emperor of Sleetavia himself was roaring at two civilians who had seemingly dropped a crate of food. Both civis had heads bowed in shame, and they quickly scurried off to do other meaningful, productive things while Polts made his way over to the co-leader of Sleetavia, a grin on his face as, despite being close to 70 years of age, the monarch of the nation looked as lively as ever.

''Nothing really, sir, but we're keeping an eye out. If those natives have anything like we have back home, then their radar probably picked us up as we entered the atmosphere. I'm surprised we didn't have a squadron of fighters over us as we landed'', the corporal replied as the Emperor finally got to Resne, the corporal bowing his head in respect at the presence of Poltokhonis.

''Tell either me, one of the officers, or the Emperor if anything is picked up. I want the pickets extended, not a horsefly gets through unless I say so, got it?'' Resne ordered. He wondered if there even were horseflies on this planet...

The corporal quickly saluted, before running off to relay the message to all scouts in and around the area. Still, a lot of people couldn't get the feeling that contact would be in a matter of hours rather than days or weeks...

All is quiet. Your scouts have found what appears to be a village relatively close by, but it was deserted. Not much happens until the planet's sun starts to set. A weird rhythmic sound is heard in the distance, coming closer. Scouts are sent to check it out. Eventually the sound dies out and the scouts come back about an hour and a half later. They claim they saw something much like a train from which hundreds of natives exited. The natives didn't look armed nor aware of the Sleetavians. In the morning, the same sound is heard again. Scouts report the natives entered the train and it left the village which was deserted again. This routine continues for the next two days.

In observing the natives your scouts have drawn a remarkable conclusion. In spite of a few obvious differences, the natives bear a striking resemblance to humans. Another strange thing they noticed is that all of them appear to be female.

[Exbrenia]

RP
The Exbrenian ship Infinite sacrifice lands, and almost immediately sends message to the other nearby nations, Exbrenia asks for an alliance so they could prevent any hostile invasion, the message reads as follows
"Greetings northern nations, this is Exbrenia, we ask for an alliance to prevent others from invading, we ask only for niceness and a polite response."

You get multiple responses to your message. They are all of low quality and come from various different places on the island. The language sounds like gibberish to you, but the sounds are not at all unfamiliar. Whatever race the natives of this planet are, they can talk, and it seems likely you will be able to establish communications.

The linguists among your colonists work tirelessly for days, analysing every response they got and even asking for more messages to be send so they can get more responses to analyse. On the third day they have a very rudimentary understanding of the language obtained trough various methods and you can establish basic communications. It is quickly determined the responses came from radio-enthusiasts who are experimenting with primitive radio communication. As you hail them in their own language you get an open channel with the radio operator at the royal court of Undentland. From them you learn they are at war with Uskeas and Sciskeas as well as occupied with a rebellion in the north-east, so they are happy to accept a pact of non-aggression. For now. They refuse an alliance as they claim the land you find yourself on as theirs. They are polite but clearly distrust you.

Your scouts have spotted various curious natives and possibly even native scouts observe you from a distance.

RP, Exbrenia
Exbrenia offers to help in the civil war, and in return Exbrenia gets the land lost by the revolutionaries, Undentland could obviously access some of the structures there

[Sleet Clans]

Sleetavia
As the Sleetavian ark ship Sonho screamed into the atmosphere, her many souls on board hopeful for a new life on a new planet after the Cataclysm, the two surviving leaders of the once mighty United Confederacy reflected back on what had happened. After the start of the Cataclysm and of what seemed like the end for all of them, the very best and brightest scientists, enigneers, and workers in Sleetavia pooled their resources into making a gigantic colony ship, naming it the Sonho, which was Sleetavian for 'hope'. This Ark, designed to hold a vast percentage of the population of the country, managed to save a large amount of people while Arcadia fell to pieces around them.

Not all had made it, however.

Finally breaching the atmosphere, creating a massive sonic boom that could be heard for many miles in every direction, the Sonho began a powered glide to an optimal landing spot on the coast of an island that looked to have a good amount of resources nearby. Plus, there was a bonus in that the ocean was right next to them. Being a maritime people, President Resne Geweha had no doubt that once landed and set up, the surviving population of the Confederacy would thrive. Speaking of which...

As soon as the ark set down, both colonists and what remained of the Sleetavian military disembarked and immediately began setting up temporary tents and crude defenses. It never hurt to be prepared, and from what the ship's scanners had picked up, then they may have only hours until making contact with the Novvies (The nickname for the natives that a bunch of colonists had come up with while bored on the Sonho). To provide power, the Sonho's nuclear fusion reactor would be converted into a temporary nuclear power site, as her engineers had envisioned it to do. All of this would take time however, and both Resne and Emperor Poltokhonis IV Delaysha Espurik couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. They may have had slightly superior technology to the natives, but if they brought heavy firepower, they would be doomed.

Speaking of technology, sadly, they couldn't take anything more than 40-50 year old tech with them due to space issues. If they had been able to bring along their various different oscillators, railguns, and laser/plasma weapons, they wouldn't really have a problem with the natives. A single 20mm slug from an IR-8 AT railgun guided by one of their AI would scare them if they tried anything! Alas, they just couldn't bring their technological edge along with them.

A man can dream, I suppose. Resne thought to himself as he overlooked the efforts to setting up a permanent base from the bridge of the Sonho. Poltokhonis was down a couple of decks helping to oversee the unloading of some supplies, doing what any leader should in a time like this. Meanwhile, I'm up here wasting away on the bridge lost in my own thoughts! And I was the one who was in the military! Resne berated himself for his own inaction, before proceeding down decks to where the cargo bay area was. Along the way, he passed numerous civilians and soldiers alike, all giving him either respectful nods or sharp salutes as he passed by.

''Anything on scope?'' He asked the nearest corporal as he reached the cargo area, where the Emperor of Sleetavia himself was roaring at two civilians who had seemingly dropped a crate of food. Both civis had heads bowed in shame, and they quickly scurried off to do other meaningful, productive things while Polts made his way over to the co-leader of Sleetavia, a grin on his face as, despite being close to 70 years of age, the monarch of the nation looked as lively as ever.

''Nothing really, sir, but we're keeping an eye out. If those natives have anything like we have back home, then their radar probably picked us up as we entered the atmosphere. I'm surprised we didn't have a squadron of fighters over us as we landed'', the corporal replied as the Emperor finally got to Resne, the corporal bowing his head in respect at the presence of Poltokhonis.

''Tell either me, one of the officers, or the Emperor if anything is picked up. I want the pickets extended, not a horsefly gets through unless I say so, got it?'' Resne ordered. He wondered if there even were horseflies on this planet...

The corporal quickly saluted, before running off to relay the message to all scouts in and around the area. Still, a lot of people couldn't get the feeling that contact would be in a matter of hours rather than days or weeks...

All is quiet. Your scouts have found what appears to be a village relatively close by, but it was deserted. Not much happens until the planet's sun starts to set. A weird rhythmic sound is heard in the distance, coming closer. Scouts are sent to check it out. Eventually the sound dies out and the scouts come back about an hour and a half later. They claim they saw something much like a train from which hundreds of natives exited. The natives didn't look armed nor aware of the Sleetavians. In the morning, the same sound is heard again. Scouts report the natives entered the train and it left the village which was deserted again. This routine continues for the next two days.

In observing the natives your scouts have drawn a remarkable conclusion. In spite of a few obvious differences, the natives bear a striking resemblance to humans. Another strange thing they noticed is that all of them appear to be female.

Sleetavia, Day III
Sergeant Demle Sharkon's nerves were nearly electrified as he kept a careful watch of the village from his hiding position some 370 yards from the village, hidden almost within the foliage and bushes by his camouflage. Armed with his MS28 sniper rifle, the scout kept a watch up for the weird train that would pull in any minute now as the sun started to set. After the first couple of times this had happened, High Command (Which had been re-established following touchdown on the planet) had issued standing orders saying that at least two scouts were to keep watch on the village at all times, especially around sunset. This evening, those two scouts were himself and Corporal Jan Hmunyar, who was his spotter. The two of them had known each other for quite a while, their friendship going back years, back when Sharkon and Hmunyar had originally fought the Exbrenians during the Sleetavian-Exbrenian war on the original Arcadia.

You know what would make this easier? If we could have the resources to build up our original technology again. Sharkon thought to himself. He knew that the Sonho, despite not being able to carry most of their technology on board, had at the very least been able to bring the schematics and plans for them. Those didn't take up much space thankfully, but he knew that both him and Hmunyar could do their job better with Caviar armor and MS30s by their side. But for now, they would make do with what they had.

''Any minute now, Sharky'' Hmunyar spoke up for the first time in a while, using Sharkon's nickname while still looking through his binoculars, eyes glued to where the train-thing would come. Jan's nerves were on fire at this point, as it was up to him to relay to Sharkon if he saw anything. Not that Sharkon couldn't see anything with his sniper scope, but Hmunyar's binoculars had more power than the sniper scope on his buddy's weapon. The reason for having weapons was simple: They were on an unknown, potentially hostile world. It would be stupid of them to go without weapons, especially if the Novvies proved to be hostile.

As a couple more hours passed and the sun dipped lower and lower into the horizon, they both began to hear that rhythmic thump, thump, thump that the two had become familiar with over the last couple of days. Hmunyar immediately started to swivel his binos left and right slowly, scanning for the incoming train-thing, while Sharkon's finger twitched a little bit more towards the trigger on his gun...

[Fortvento]

RP, Exbrenia
Exbrenia offers to help in the civil war, and in return Exbrenia gets the land lost by the revolutionaries, Undentland could obviously access some of the structures there

Undentland denies your offer, calling it "preposterous". They say they would gladly accept your aid but claim the island as rightfully theirs. It has been theirs for centuries. Your scouts have seen Undentish patrols around your area increase these last few days. The patrols remain at a respectful distance but it is clear they are curious.

From the radio transmissions you pick up you gather that Northundentland recently suffered a major defeat. They are holding but a second defeat could potentially turn the tide in favour of Undentland. You hear little information about their war in the west against the Boreasic coaltion (Uskeas and Sciskeas) so you can safely conclude that the front there should be pretty stable right now.

Sleetavia, Day III

Sergeant Demle Sharkon's nerves were nearly electrified as he kept a careful watch of the village from his hiding position some 370 yards from the village, hidden almost within the foliage and bushes by his camouflage. Armed with his MS28 sniper rifle, the scout kept a watch up for the weird train that would pull in any minute now as the sun started to set. After the first couple of times this had happened, High Command (Which had been re-established following touchdown on the planet) had issued standing orders saying that at least two scouts were to keep watch on the village at all times, especially around sunset. This evening, those two scouts were himself and Corporal Jan Hmunyar, who was his spotter. The two of them had known each other for quite a while, their friendship going back years, back when Sharkon and Hmunyar had originally fought the Exbrenians during the Sleetavian-Exbrenian war on the original Arcadia.

You know what would make this easier? If we could have the resources to build up our original technology again. Sharkon thought to himself. He knew that the Sonho, despite not being able to carry most of their technology on board, had at the very least been able to bring the schematics and plans for them. Those didn't take up much space thankfully, but he knew that both him and Hmunyar could do their job better with Caviar armor and MS30s by their side. But for now, they would make do with what they had.

''Any minute now, Sharky'' Hmunyar spoke up for the first time in a while, using Sharkon's nickname while still looking through his binoculars, eyes glued to where the train-thing would come. Jan's nerves were on fire at this point, as it was up to him to relay to Sharkon if he saw anything. Not that Sharkon couldn't see anything with his sniper scope, but Hmunyar's binoculars had more power than the sniper scope on his buddy's weapon. The reason for having weapons was simple: They were on an unknown, potentially hostile world. It would be stupid of them to go without weapons, especially if the Novvies proved to be hostile.

As a couple more hours passed and the sun dipped lower and lower into the horizon, they both began to hear that rhythmic thump, thump, thump that the two had become familiar with over the last couple of days. Hmunyar immediately started to swivel his binos left and right slowly, scanning for the incoming train-thing, while Sharkon's finger twitched a little bit more towards the trigger on his gun...

Your radar picked up the signals early and you and your colonists were able to witness a spectacle few witness in person. In the Ergon channel not far from your coast two fleets (the "northern fleet" and "southern fleet") clashed and a naval battle played out before you. Anyone with binoculars could see both sides. They were roughly 3 kilometres apart from each other and fairly close to your coastline. Different types of ships slugged it out with one another and both sides took some losses. The sound of guns firing could be heard for nearly half an hour. The northern fleet broke off first after one of their larger ships had been sunk and the southern fleet withdrew as well after the former was out of sight. Given how close the two fleets engaged each other your weapon experts theorise that their weapons technology must be lagging at least a century behind yours.

While the ships were in combat you were able to pick up a lot of radio chatter from both sides. Their radio signals don't appear to reach very far though because they grew fainter as the fleets left the scene.

[Exbrenia]

RP, Exbrenia
Exbrenia offers to help in the civil war, and in return Exbrenia gets the land lost by the revolutionaries, Undentland could obviously access some of the structures there

Undentland denies your offer, calling it "preposterous". They say they would gladly accept your aid but claim the island as rightfully theirs. It has been theirs for centuries. Your scouts have seen Undentish patrols around your area increase these last few days. The patrols remain at a respectful distance but it is clear they are curious.

From the radio transmissions you pick up you gather that Northundentland recently suffered a major defeat. They are holding but a second defeat could potentially turn the tide in favour of Undentland. You hear little information about their war in the west against the Boreasic coaltion (Uskeas and Sciskeas) so you can safely conclude that the front there should be pretty stable right now.

RP, Exbrenia
Exbrenia declares war on Undentland, Slovest Huit was quoted saying
"While they may have been here for centuries, it's time for a new person in charge"

[Sleet Clans]

Your radar picked up the signals early and you and your colonists were able to witness a spectacle few witness in person. In the Ergon channel not far from your coast two fleets (the "northern fleet" and "southern fleet") clashed and a naval battle played out before you. Anyone with binoculars could see both sides. They were roughly 3 kilometres apart from each other and fairly close to your coastline. Different types of ships slugged it out with one another and both sides took some losses. The sound of guns firing could be heard for nearly half an hour. The northern fleet broke off first after one of their larger ships had been sunk and the southern fleet withdrew as well after the former was out of sight. Given how close the two fleets engaged each other your weapon experts theorise that their weapons technology must be lagging at least a century behind yours.

While the ships were in combat you were able to pick up a lot of radio chatter from both sides. Their radio signals don't appear to reach very far though because they grew fainter as the fleets left the scene.

Sleetavia
Anybody among the colonists and soldiers who had even an ounce of naval experience and who had the pleasure of watching the naval battle unfold all thought the same thing: Amateurs. Those with more naval experience than the other had taken notice of the flawed tactics that both sides had used during the battle, tactics that, if used by the United Confederate Navy, would have seen the captain using them immediately kicked from his position for his stupidity and incompetence. However, the absence of missile trails also told those paying attention that the two fleets were most likely using dreadnought battleships in massive numbers. For now, this gave the colonists a little bit of relief in that they most likely wouldn't be hit from the ocean unless the ships got practically right on top of them, where their radar and (Hopefully set up soon) defenses could deal with them.

Speaking of the Novvies, inside the hull of the now-converted Sonho, which now served as a massive makeshift home for a large majority of the colonists until proper buildings could be set up, the President, Emperor, and several high-ranking military officers were inside the command center near the bridge, discussing the naval battle in detail.

''When we do get a functioning navy up and running again, we most likely will not have a problem with the heavy-gun warships the Novvies seem to be fond of using'', said Naval Marshall Yerfen Onitur.

''True, but remember that if they do get into range, dreadnought battleships will have no problem tearing our ships to pieces. That is, if they can even hit them.'' President Resne said in return, trying not to underestimate the naval firepower of the Novvies.

''And they won't: Our ships will be too fucking fast for them!'', Onitur retorted, confident that Sleetavian naval experience and expertise would see them through.

''That is, even if we have the balls to launch ships with our own technology on them. When they do see what we have in store, how many of you here bet that they will try everything in their power to get their hands on our tech by any means necessary?'', Air Marshall Belargen Emnor threw in, worrying about what sort of black operations shenanigans the natives may do when they feast their eyes on Sleetavian technology for the first time.

''Well, we will just have to try our hardest to not let that happen, won't we?'' The Emperor spoke up, calm and relaxed despite his peers' emotions. Poltokhonis wasn't one to worry an awful lot of the time; Not in war, not in crisis, and certainly not because two opposing parties had a scrap on the ocean with fifty-year-old technology that included heavy gun battleships.

''If we want to try to understand what they will do next, we aren't going to do that standing here and talking, are we? I propose that we send out more scouts, including some beyond that village. I wanna know what that train-thing is doing anyways...'' Resne suggested, trying to get this meeting with over and done with as soon as possible.

''Then we will do it. More scouts at farther ranges, which means more food and supplies for these scouts. Luckily, we just got our hydroponics systems up and running, so food won't be much of a issue for long.'' Field Marshall Ghenmris Vladacom decided, already motioning for a lieutenant standing by the door to relay such orders to their squads. Said lieutenant nodded, and rushed off to carry out his Field Marshall's orders.

Seeing as the orders were already sent out, the rest of those present dispersed and went off to do more productive things. Meanwhile, squads of scouts were equipped and were sent off to farther distances, at all times monitored with attached cameras from the command center in the heart of the Sonho. Chankee only knew what those men would find...

[Fortvento]

Sleetavia

Anybody among the colonists and soldiers who had even an ounce of naval experience and who had the pleasure of watching the naval battle unfold all thought the same thing: Amateurs. Those with more naval experience than the other had taken notice of the flawed tactics that both sides had used during the battle, tactics that, if used by the United Confederate Navy, would have seen the captain using them immediately kicked from his position for his stupidity and incompetence. However, the absence of missile trails also told those paying attention that the two fleets were most likely using dreadnought battleships in massive numbers. For now, this gave the colonists a little bit of relief in that they most likely wouldn't be hit from the ocean unless the ships got practically right on top of them, where their radar and (Hopefully set up soon) defenses could deal with them.

Speaking of the Novvies, inside the hull of the now-converted Sonho, which now served as a massive makeshift home for a large majority of the colonists until proper buildings could be set up, the President, Emperor, and several high-ranking military officers were inside the command center near the bridge, discussing the naval battle in detail.

''When we do get a functioning navy up and running again, we most likely will not have a problem with the heavy-gun warships the Novvies seem to be fond of using'', said Naval Marshall Yerfen Onitur.

''True, but remember that if they do get into range, dreadnought battleships will have no problem tearing our ships to pieces. That is, if they can even hit them.'' President Resne said in return, trying not to underestimate the naval firepower of the Novvies.

''And they won't: Our ships will be too fucking fast for them!'', Onitur retorted, confident that Sleetavian naval experience and expertise would see them through.

''That is, even if we have the balls to launch ships with our own technology on them. When they do see what we have in store, how many of you here bet that they will try everything in their power to get their hands on our tech by any means necessary?'', Air Marshall Belargen Emnor threw in, worrying about what sort of black operations shenanigans the natives may do when they feast their eyes on Sleetavian technology for the first time.

''Well, we will just have to try our hardest to not let that happen, won't we?'' The Emperor spoke up, calm and relaxed despite his peers' emotions. Poltokhonis wasn't one to worry an awful lot of the time; Not in war, not in crisis, and certainly not because two opposing parties had a scrap on the ocean with fifty-year-old technology that included heavy gun battleships.

''If we want to try to understand what they will do next, we aren't going to do that standing here and talking, are we? I propose that we send out more scouts, including some beyond that village. I wanna know what that train-thing is doing anyways...'' Resne suggested, trying to get this meeting with over and done with as soon as possible.

''Then we will do it. More scouts at farther ranges, which means more food and supplies for these scouts. Luckily, we just got our hydroponics systems up and running, so food won't be much of a issue for long.'' Field Marshall Ghenmris Vladacom decided, already motioning for a lieutenant standing by the door to relay such orders to their squads. Said lieutenant nodded, and rushed off to carry out his Field Marshall's orders.

Seeing as the orders were already sent out, the rest of those present dispersed and went off to do more productive things. Meanwhile, squads of scouts were equipped and were sent off to farther distances, at all times monitored with attached cameras from the command center in the heart of the Sonho. Chankee only knew what those men would find...

North
A squad of scouts followed the track used by the train from the village. It went trough dense forest for a large part of the way so they had no trouble staying hidden from any potential natives. Having followed the track east for about an hour, they came at a point where it merged with a track coming from the south to form one track going north. They kept following that track for 4 hours when the outskirts of a large population centre became visible in the distance. As they got closer the atmosphere became foggier, the forests thinned out drastically and the air had a bad smell. From the "city" arose dozens of slender spiralling towers. Their majestic appearance was however overshadowed by the fire and dark brown smoke they belched into the air. The train track continues into the city but there is little to hide behind. They are still too far away to see any significant detail.

East
A second squad went straight east. They travelled the whole day with a few stops to rest and found several more unremarkable villages, very much like the one close to the Sleetavian base. They also looked deserted though not all of them had a train track, and near one of those without your scouts found what appears to be a newspaper. Travelling further, they reached the eastern coastline of the island at the end of the day.

South
The third squad of scouts went south south-east. Initially they crossed dense forest for an hour or so. After that they found farmland on the border of the forest. Various plants planted in an orderly fashion have recently sprouted out of the soil. Here and there the scouts spotted small groups of natives working the fields, and on enclosed patches are various native animals which look to be domesticated. To go further the squad needed to cross farmland which provides little cover. Suddenly while they are observing the farmland before them one of the scouts is attacked from the rear by a boar-sized native animal and some struggle ensues as they try to kill it. Luckily the wounded scout manages to kill it with a bullet trough the head but unfortunately a group of natives stood close enough to hear the silenced gunshot. They point and look confused as the scouts quickly retreat deeper into the forest. The scout has some deep and ugly wounds in the left arm but manages to endure.

[Fortvento]

RP, Exbrenia
Exbrenia declares war on Undentland, Slovest Huit was quoted saying
"While they may have been here for centuries, it's time for a new person in charge"

The connection with Undentland is lost. They don't seem to increase patrols or send in armies in the following days even though you openly declared war.

[Sleet Clans]

North
A squad of scouts followed the track used by the train from the village. It went trough dense forest for a large part of the way so they had no trouble staying hidden from any potential natives. Having followed the track east for about an hour, they came at a point where it merged with a track coming from the south to form one track going north. They kept following that track for 4 hours when the outskirts of a large population centre became visible in the distance. As they got closer the atmosphere became foggier, the forests thinned out drastically and the air had a bad smell. From the "city" arose dozens of slender spiralling towers. Their majestic appearance was however overshadowed by the fire and dark brown smoke they belched into the air. The train track continues into the city but there is little to hide behind. They are still too far away to see any significant detail.

East
A second squad went straight east. They travelled the whole day with a few stops to rest and found several more unremarkable villages, very much like the one close to the Sleetavian base. They also looked deserted though not all of them had a train track, and near one of those without your scouts found what appears to be a newspaper. Travelling further, they reached the eastern coastline of the island at the end of the day.

South
The third squad of scouts went south south-east. Initially they crossed dense forest for an hour or so. After that they found farmland on the border of the forest. Various plants planted in an orderly fashion have recently sprouted out of the soil. Here and there the scouts spotted small groups of natives working the fields, and on enclosed patches are various native animals which look to be domesticated. To go further the squad needed to cross farmland which provides little cover. Suddenly while they are observing the farmland before them one of the scouts is attacked from the rear by a boar-sized native animal and some struggle ensues as they try to kill it. Luckily the wounded scout manages to kill it with a bullet trough the head but unfortunately a group of natives stood close enough to hear the silenced gunshot. They point and look confused as the scouts quickly retreat deeper into the forest. The scout has some deep and ugly wounds in the left arm but manages to endure.

Sleetavia
Northern Squad
''Copy that Trimnir 1-1, advise on how much supplies you have remaining''

''Command, 1-1. We've got enough for two more days, not including evacs back towards the settlement. Orders?''

''1-1, you are to hunker down and observe the....city. We will be monitoring your situation at all times. Get closer if you can, but do not, repeat do not risk the mission''

''1-1 copies, hunkering down and observing, out.''

With that, 1st Lieutenant Velren Flarkov of the Sleetavian Marine Corps. cut comms. to the Sonho, and turned to his squad of seven other marines.

''Alright, listen up grunts. We're taking up observation positions for the next two days. Command will be helping us to observe and will tell us if any shit pops up. Now find a bush, find a tree, find a big pile of shit if you can and hide behind it, and get as close as possible as you can to that city. Luckily, we packed binoculars, so take a pair and do your best impression of the scout snipers''

With that said, the squad of marines fanned out to about 10 yards distance from each other, found some sort of foliage or other cover to hide them, and set up to observe the city, with a section of the Sonho watching them the entire time.

Southern Squad
Private Zernif Utyum gazed at the newspaper in his hands, rifled slung over his shoulder by the strap as the rest of his eight man squad took note of their surroundings. They had reached the coastline, and their lieutenant ordered them to rest a little after going through various Novvie villages. Utyum took this time to read through the newspaper that he had snagged from one of the villages they had passed through, after noticing it on the ground about a couple hundred yards from one of the many empty villages they had scouted.

Reading through it, Utyum took one look at the front page and it, shockingly enough, was in somewhat twisted Arcadian of all languages. The Sleetavian was no scientist, but even he knew that the odds of them landing on a planet that spoke near enough to the same language that they did was astronomically low. So low, in fact, that scientists probably didn't even have some sort of calculation or number for those odds. The odds were that low, and they had, by sheer luck, coincidence, or by divine intervention from Ynannhluttr Himself landed on a planet with the same language structure as them. Nearly all Sleetavians spoke Arcadian as a second language alongside their mother tongues, so when they did make contact with the Novvies, Utyum assumed that it would go smoother than all those science fiction novels made them out to be.

''Hey, you still with us Zernif?''

The man beside Utyum prodded him in the shoulder, rifle still glued to his own, and looked towards Utyum. That was Lance Corporal Zur Allande, Utyum's best friend in the military. Like Hyumyar and Sharkon, the two of them had been through thick and thin back on the old Arcadia, before it had been ripped to shreds by the Cataclysm. They traded smiles, before a call from their squad leader had to up on their feet again.

''Listen up, we're to trail this coastline and see what we can find. Command wants as much intel on our landing site as possible, and that includes coastlines...just to make the fuckin' navy boys happy I suppose'' Lieutenant Barnav Zhenki called out, the last line in his voice getting a laugh out of all present before they started to move along the coastline, intended on using up what they could spare to go the distance, then use the rest to get back to base.

Eastern Squad
Pain pain pain pain, motherFUCKING pain! Chankee above, this fucking hurts!!, thought Sergeant Jhumtan Phosfren as he nursed his torn arm, rifle slung over his shoulder as he and his squad ran like the hounds of hell were on their heels into the dense forest that they had used to get close to the farmlands. After that...boar-thing had attacked Phosfren and ripped his arm to shreds before he could stab the thing in the neck with his knife and kill it, they quickly hauled ass as the natives had heard both their gunshots and the roars of the boar-thing.

''Roger that Trimnir 1-3, mark your position and get back to base as soon as possible. We're going to stay out of the south for a while, and not let the natives find us instead of us finding them. We'll have medical care ready for when you get back too, out'', the command center of the Sonho radioed Captain Dilemnie Estov as he led the charge back to a safe spot to hunker down for a bit before heading back to base. Estov didn't bother replying, as he would only be wasting his breath doing so. Instead, after a solid three minutes of sprint, the now sweat-soaked scouts crouched down into a semi-circle, rifles snapped up and ready to fire at anything that moved as they caught their breaths. Phosfren used this moment to apply a bit more care to his arm, insuring that it wouldn't get infected on the way back to base.

As they moved on soon after back to base, two more scout squads were moved into observation positions towards the south. That way, if the natives decided to send some sort of force of their own to investigate, then the Sleetavians would have an early warning before they found the Sonho. It was only a matter of seeing what the natives would do at this point.

[South Asians]

After the apocalypse, Over 1 billion South Asians died. The remaining 2.3 million South Asians somehow managed to save themselves and they decided to migrate to an another Planet. A scientist of South Asians named Ferdinand Joseph made a list of planets that are habitable and supports life. One of the planets that has the most chances of being habitable was named as Arcadia Nova which revolves around a star known as Gamma Vitis. The few who could afford or manage it left the planet on any spaceship they could board in what we call the Exodus. 1.2 million South Asians managed to land on that planet as they were running out of fuel and options. As soon as they entered the atmosphere of Arcadia Nova, their Exodus started acting abnormally. They managed to land safely despite of a crash landing. Scientists started measuring the oxygen level of the planet and noticed that there are minor differences between Arcadia and Arcadia Nova. But the planet is completely habitable. President Siddharth became the first person from South Asians to walk in the New Planet. After looking around for a while, he addressed his fellow citizens that-
"Today is a memorable day for all of us, when our planet was suffering from an apocalypse none of us ever thought that we will survive it. But thanks to our patience and optimist thinking. We have finally found this beautiful planet. I would also like to honor Ferdinand Joseph without him it was impossible for us to know about this planet. We will continue our legacy in this planet also like we did in Arcadia. Our Scientists have decided to examine this planet because according to their calculations life already exists here and they will also help the farmers to find about what kinds of crops they can grow in this planet. Our Scientists have already made a microsatellite through which we will get to know about all the geographic locations of this planet. We will soon launch it. Currently we will try to contact with the natives to know more about this planet. For now we are setting up camps here. Our Engineers will start making a plan for establishing a city. Once we get to know about the natives."
Thanks and Have a Good Day !

[Exbrenia]

RP, Exbrenia
Exbrenia declares war on Undentland, Slovest Huit was quoted saying
"While they may have been here for centuries, it's time for a new person in charge"

The connection with Undentland is lost. They don't seem to increase patrols or send in armies in the following days even though you openly declared war.

RP, Exbrenia, War with Undentland, Message to the revolutionaries of Undentland

War with Undentland
Exbrenian soldiers set up barricades at key locations and open fire on the patrols, the soldiers make quick work of the patrols and begin to move up, but they move very cautiously

Message to the revolutionaries of Undentland
Exbrenia sends a message to the revolutionaries asking for peace, as Exbrenia doesn't want to hurt them

[Fortvento]

Sleetavia

Northern Squad
''Copy that Trimnir 1-1, advise on how much supplies you have remaining''

''Command, 1-1. We've got enough for two more days, not including evacs back towards the settlement. Orders?''

''1-1, you are to hunker down and observe the....city. We will be monitoring your situation at all times. Get closer if you can, but do not, repeat do not risk the mission''

''1-1 copies, hunkering down and observing, out.''

With that, 1st Lieutenant Velren Flarkov of the Sleetavian Marine Corps. cut comms. to the Sonho, and turned to his squad of seven other marines.

''Alright, listen up grunts. We're taking up observation positions for the next two days. Command will be helping us to observe and will tell us if any shit pops up. Now find a bush, find a tree, find a big pile of shit if you can and hide behind it, and get as close as possible as you can to that city. Luckily, we packed binoculars, so take a pair and do your best impression of the scout snipers''

With that said, the squad of marines fanned out to about 10 yards distance from each other, found some sort of foliage or other cover to hide them, and set up to observe the city, with a section of the Sonho watching them the entire time.

Southern Squad
Private Zernif Utyum gazed at the newspaper in his hands, rifled slung over his shoulder by the strap as the rest of his eight man squad took note of their surroundings. They had reached the coastline, and their lieutenant ordered them to rest a little after going through various Novvie villages. Utyum took this time to read through the newspaper that he had snagged from one of the villages they had passed through, after noticing it on the ground about a couple hundred yards from one of the many empty villages they had scouted.

Reading through it, Utyum took one look at the front page and it, shockingly enough, was in somewhat twisted Arcadian of all languages. The Sleetavian was no scientist, but even he knew that the odds of them landing on a planet that spoke near enough to the same language that they did was astronomically low. So low, in fact, that scientists probably didn't even have some sort of calculation or number for those odds. The odds were that low, and they had, by sheer luck, coincidence, or by divine intervention from Ynannhluttr Himself landed on a planet with the same language structure as them. Nearly all Sleetavians spoke Arcadian as a second language alongside their mother tongues, so when they did make contact with the Novvies, Utyum assumed that it would go smoother than all those science fiction novels made them out to be.

''Hey, you still with us Zernif?''

The man beside Utyum prodded him in the shoulder, rifle still glued to his own, and looked towards Utyum. That was Lance Corporal Zur Allande, Utyum's best friend in the military. Like Hyumyar and Sharkon, the two of them had been through thick and thin back on the old Arcadia, before it had been ripped to shreds by the Cataclysm. They traded smiles, before a call from their squad leader had to up on their feet again.

''Listen up, we're to trail this coastline and see what we can find. Command wants as much intel on our landing site as possible, and that includes coastlines...just to make the fuckin' navy boys happy I suppose'' Lieutenant Barnav Zhenki called out, the last line in his voice getting a laugh out of all present before they started to move along the coastline, intended on using up what they could spare to go the distance, then use the rest to get back to base.

Eastern Squad
Pain pain pain pain, motherFUCKING pain! Chankee above, this fucking hurts!!, thought Sergeant Jhumtan Phosfren as he nursed his torn arm, rifle slung over his shoulder as he and his squad ran like the hounds of hell were on their heels into the dense forest that they had used to get close to the farmlands. After that...boar-thing had attacked Phosfren and ripped his arm to shreds before he could stab the thing in the neck with his knife and kill it, they quickly hauled ass as the natives had heard both their gunshots and the roars of the boar-thing.

''Roger that Trimnir 1-3, mark your position and get back to base as soon as possible. We're going to stay out of the south for a while, and not let the natives find us instead of us finding them. We'll have medical care ready for when you get back too, out'', the command center of the Sonho radioed Captain Dilemnie Estov as he led the charge back to a safe spot to hunker down for a bit before heading back to base. Estov didn't bother replying, as he would only be wasting his breath doing so. Instead, after a solid three minutes of sprint, the now sweat-soaked scouts crouched down into a semi-circle, rifles snapped up and ready to fire at anything that moved as they caught their breaths. Phosfren used this moment to apply a bit more care to his arm, insuring that it wouldn't get infected on the way back to base.

As they moved on soon after back to base, two more scout squads were moved into observation positions towards the south. That way, if the natives decided to send some sort of force of their own to investigate, then the Sleetavians would have an early warning before they found the Sonho. It was only a matter of seeing what the natives would do at this point.

The northern squad observes the native city for a few days. They see trains carrying natives and goods come and go and sometimes they can see vehicles pulled by native animals in the streets. They see nothing more of interest.

The eastern squad meanwhile explores the coastline in the northern direction. They sometimes spot native ships at sea. After having travelled for a day since arriving at the coastline, they arrive at a major coastal city. It has a busy harbour where multiple ships dock and depart each day. It has a railroad and the sky is equally polluted as with the city the northern squad observed. As they arrived they were fairly sure they saw three warships entering the harbour from the ocean. They are able to pick up radio chatter which appears to be communications between ships and the harbour.

[Fortvento]

RP, Exbrenia, War with Undentland, Message to the revolutionaries of Undentland

War with Undentland
Exbrenian soldiers set up barricades at key locations and open fire on the patrols, the soldiers make quick work of the patrols and begin to move up, but they move very cautiously

Message to the revolutionaries of Undentland
Exbrenia sends a message to the revolutionaries asking for peace, as Exbrenia doesn't want to hurt them

The Northundentlandish are eager to accept a formal alliance with you on the condition that you guarantee their independence when the war is over. They have no qualms with you occupying south Undentland but state very clearly that they see the north of the island as their sovereign territory. This news comes as the Northundentlandish revolt was pushed back and lost a major province to Undentland. The Undentish had presumably diverted troops from the west front to the east, because they in turn suffered a defeat in the west and lost an important coastal city to the Boreasic Coalition.

Next time follow the rules of the RP regarding battle and skirmishes. If you don't understand them I can help you if you send me a telegram.

[Fortvento]

After the apocalypse, Over 1 billion South Asians died. The remaining 2.3 million South Asians somehow managed to save themselves and they decided to migrate to an another Planet. A scientist of South Asians named Ferdinand Joseph made a list of planets that are habitable and supports life. One of the planets that has the most chances of being habitable was named as Arcadia Nova which revolves around a star known as Gamma Vitis. The few who could afford or manage it left the planet on any spaceship they could board in what we call the Exodus. 1.2 million South Asians managed to land on that planet as they were running out of fuel and options. As soon as they entered the atmosphere of Arcadia Nova, their Exodus started acting abnormally. They managed to land safely despite of a crash landing. Scientists started measuring the oxygen level of the planet and noticed that there are minor differences between Arcadia and Arcadia Nova. But the planet is completely habitable. President Siddharth became the first person from South Asians to walk in the New Planet. After looking around for a while, he addressed his fellow citizens that-
"Today is a memorable day for all of us, when our planet was suffering from an apocalypse none of us ever thought that we will survive it. But thanks to our patience and optimist thinking. We have finally found this beautiful planet. I would also like to honor Ferdinand Joseph without him it was impossible for us to know about this planet. We will continue our legacy in this planet also like we did in Arcadia. Our Scientists have decided to examine this planet because according to their calculations life already exists here and they will also help the farmers to find about what kinds of crops they can grow in this planet. Our Scientists have already made a microsatellite through which we will get to know about all the geographic locations of this planet. We will soon launch it. Currently we will try to contact with the natives to know more about this planet. For now we are setting up camps here. Our Engineers will start making a plan for establishing a city. Once we get to know about the natives."
Thanks and Have a Good Day !

As it so happens, you meet the natives very quickly. You have crashed near a decently sized town and the natives there are curious. They flocked to the ship soon after the crash, but cautiously stayed at a distance when they saw your people exit it. They don't behave hostile but rather exited, talking with each other in a language you don't understand. Your people notice they look a lot like humans but with a few distinct differences.

As you set up your initial base, a group of natives approaches your people. Each native appears to be carrying some kind of pot.

[Exbrenia]

RP, Exbrenia, War with Undentland, Message to the revolutionaries of Undentland

War with Undentland
Exbrenian soldiers set up barricades at key locations and open fire on the patrols, the soldiers make quick work of the patrols and begin to move up, but they move very cautiously

Message to the revolutionaries of Undentland
Exbrenia sends a message to the revolutionaries asking for peace, as Exbrenia doesn't want to hurt them

The Northundentlandish are eager to accept a formal alliance with you on the condition that you guarantee their independence when the war is over. They have no qualms with you occupying south Undentland but state very clearly that they see the north of the island as their sovereign territory. This news comes as the Northundentlandish revolt was pushed back and lost a major province to Undentland. The Undentish had presumably diverted troops from the west front to the east, because they in turn suffered a defeat in the west and lost an important coastal city to the Boreasic Coalition.

Next time follow the rules of the RP regarding battle and skirmishes. If you don't understand them I can help you if you send me a telegram.

RP, Exbrenia, War with Undentland, A message to Arcadians

War with Undentland
Exbrenia sends 20 soldiers and 5 land reconnaissance vehicles to the nearest city to attempt to gain at least a small foothold on the island aside from the small part we own.

Message to any Arcadians
Exbrenia sends a message to any survivors of the cataclysm, as Exbrenia knows for a fact that its mortal enemy, Sleet Clans, exists.
The message is as follows
"Hello survivors of Sleet Clans, this is the survivors of the Infinite Sacrifice, the Exbrenian escape ship, if you are out there, please respond, if you aren't, well then who ever gets this message who isn't Sleet Clans, we would like a formal alliance"

[Sleet Clans]

The northern squad observes the native city for a few days. They see trains carrying natives and goods come and go and sometimes they can see vehicles pulled by native animals in the streets. They see nothing more of interest.

The eastern squad meanwhile explores the coastline in the northern direction. They sometimes spot native ships at sea. After having travelled for a day since arriving at the coastline, they arrive at a major coastal city. It has a busy harbour where multiple ships dock and depart each day. It has a railroad and the sky is equally polluted as with the city the northern squad observed. As they arrived they were fairly sure they saw three warships entering the harbour from the ocean. They are able to pick up radio chatter which appears to be communications between ships and the harbour.

Sleetavia
Northern Squad
As Trimnar 1-1's supplies ran thin, they started to make their way back to the Sonho in order to resupply. As they were on the return journey, Flarkov started taking note of the fauna and natural wildlife around them. Quite strangely, it wasn't that dissimilar to what would have been found on the old Arcadia before it was obliterated. Although he was tempted to get a little closer, the lieutenant didn't dare get any closer to the wildlife than he had to until their scientists could ascertain just what biological secrets the flowers of this planet were hiding.

But hey, once they do that, maybe I can keep that bird thing as a pet or something, the marine thought to himself upon spotting a rather colorful, pretty looking four winged bird rest on a tree branch in the middle of the dense forest his squad was making their way through. And it was pretty in the broadest sense. Those four wings all flapping in harmony with each other, as well as the prismatic crown on it's head just behind it's wide eyes gave the strange avian an otherwordly feeling. It's small size made it look petite yet powerful too. The image made everyone in his squad smile once he pointed the bird out to the rest of his marines.

After snapping a picture of the wild bird using his helmet mounted camera, Flarkov and his squad continued their trek back to command. Along the way however, he came up with a perfect name for the avian animal he had laid eyes on. The name he had chosen was a small bit of his imagination and a little bit of messing around with the Sleetavian language:

Sklenmari. Four heart.
Eastern Squad
As the scouts picked up the radio chatter, the radio transmissions were relayed directly to the command center in the Sonho. With intelligence officers in the center taking note of the transmissions and recording them for future analysis and use, an inevitable decision is made within the bowels of the former ark. A decision that both Resne and Poltokhonis agreed they would have to tackle sooner or later.

Making contact with the natives, which was something that not an awful lot of people within the Sleetavians' circle was looking forward too, despite the Novvies seemingly able to speak a strange version of Arcadian that their experts had already come close to fully transcribing.

As Zernif's squad had enough supplies to last them a little while more, they were ordered to stay put and observe the harbor city more, and keep watch on anything that may be happening over there.

Sonho
The colonists had come a good way since their landing on the planet. While the shattered remnants of the Sleetavian military may have been exploring their new home and getting into trouble (''Hey! It's what we do, 'kay?!''), the civilian population had not been idle. Scores of prefab and basic apartment housing had been set up, hydroponics buildings were hastily assembled to feed the vast population the Sonho, and wooden walls built from chopped down trees had been erected around said buildings in order to protect them from any unwanted visitors. The ark's reactor was even repurposed to power all of the aforementioned structures, backed up by several thrown-together solar panels. That reactor, while outdated by several decades compared to what the Sleetavians had on the old Arcadia, was the only thing from their old, advanced technology blueprints that they had managed to build so far. The rest of their technology was still far from being built, as the advanced fabricators and factories needed to build them were still months, if not years away.

Resne Geweha did not dwell on this for long, however. He himself knew just how industrious his people could get once they were driven by this.

And having their old home blown up is as good a motivator as any, he thought to himself. He eventually did a one-eighty, turning away from the porthole he was gazing out of and to the diplomatic delegation that were gathered before him. Four men, all highly experienced diplomats, were to be escorted by a NSOC squad to the harbor city that Trimnir 1-2 was currently observing.

''Alright gentlemen, I'm sure you all know what to do. Make contact, and see who these people are and if they will work alongside us. Tresfe 1-1,'' the former NSOC operator gave a nod to the special forces squad standing off to the site, kitted up with the best of what they currently had. Very few of the elite elements of the Sleetavian military had survived, but those that had would be invaluable to the recovery effort until they could start proper recruitment again. While a lot of civilians had signed up for the military following the destruction of the old Arcadia, the actual military didn't have the resources nor the manpower to train them properly. Thus, they were for the moment militiamen, able enough to follow orders and shoot guns at things that tried to kill them, but anything like actual combat and/or special operations was out of their league.

''..will escort you. You will be in safe hands. Good luck''

With that out of the way, the plenipotentiaries filed out of the room, along with their silent but deadly escorts. Trimnir 1-2 would meet up with them too if anything went pear-shaped,being already on the scene and all that. But for now, Resne, and by extension, the rest of what remained of Sleetavia, could only hope to Chankee that luck and fortune were on their side....

...he was about to walk off before a panting, sweating comms. officer ran into the room, a wide look in his eyes. The President immediately returned the officer's salute before following him to the command center, no words being exchanged. Their military knew all too well that Resne used to served among them, and thus he had their highest respect. So when he walked into the command center, all eyes were on him as the situation was explained to him.

''It's the Exbrenians, sir. They sent us a message asking us to respond.''

On those words, quite a few four-letter curse words, grumbles, and general discomfort were felt and heard throughout the room. Sleetavian-Exbrenian relations back on their old homeworld had been....malicious, at best. The two powerhouse nations were always trying to outdo one another, and it was that particular cold war that had turned Sleetavia into the feared force it had been on the old Arcadia. While Sleetavia had had her mighty blue-water navy, biological and mechanical superweapons, and of course the legendary Bolo ultra-heavy tanks, the Exbrenians had had the Titan super-stations, a space navy that far eclipsed Sleetavia's space navy, and the Monolith ultra-heavy assault platforms, which were a direct counter to the Sleetavian Bolos. Both luckily and unfortunately, neither nation at the moment had access to those terrifying weapons that had made them amongst the most powerful on the planet.

All of this put Resne into deep thought, shutting out even the Emperor himself arriving as he thought on what to do. He was thinking exactly the same thing as everyone else in the room, a thought that was practically impossible on the old Arcadia, but now...?

A Sleetavian-Exbrenian alliance? They were both crippled, on an unknown world, and were restricted technology-wise. Although they would probably backstab each other sooner rather than later, Resne found it surprisingly likely that the Exbrenians would accept an alliance....for now. Knowing their communist counterparts, they were probably ''liberating'' some of the natives of their free will and territory at this point. It wouldn't surprise anyone in the command room if the Exbrenians were already responsible for genocide only days into landing.

However, Resne wasn't willing to take that chance. The Exbrenians had just revealed themselves, and he and everyone else knew it would be better if they held onto the element of surprise.

''Don't send anything back. Stay silent. We will have ample oppertunities if they do not know we are here.''

Nobody complained about Resne's decision, as just about every single Sleetavian hated the Exbrenians with a passion anyways. If they could get any advantage over their leftist counterparts, even a slight one, then that would be all the better for the Confederacy.

With the situation in the command center taken care of, Resne and Poltokhonis both walked back to the bridge to continue overseeing the efforts of rebuilding...

[Jovian Artemisia]

[Arcadian Orbit, Astral System]

"How has the paradise fell!"

"What is so perfect is so fragile, and what power does this cruel nature wield!"

Sighed the captain, as he silently smothered his dwindling cigar.

the mental projection of the planet showed a sea of crimson, indicating its surface temperature and environmental viability.

The planet of Arcadia, a world of gardens and pastures, of marble and glass, now lies ruined in a great field of fire. Below the cold, metallic deck of the capital ship, the world burns as its molten core boils over. The excited magma, deep within the mantle, continuously seeps from the faults of the Arcadian earth, submerging the cities, the industries, and their inhabitants in the heat of death.

The Cataclysm made its appearance exactly one year prior, and it all began when a enigmatic disturbance was observed by a CASM tracking station located at low orbit of the Arcadian sun. The station's crew noticed a strange impulse that seem to originate under the photosphere, and readings indicated that the convection currents under the star's surface has arranged themselves in a way that its energy output became abnormally high. An analysis that followed concluded that such an increase in radiation emission will soon destabilize Arcadia's planetary core, and render its surface totally uninhabitable for intelligent life. Unfortunately, the discovery was too late to make a difference, and the scientists' prophecy soon became reality.

The first volcanic outburst appeared on the Etrian northwest, where a great fracture was made overnight by the sheer pressure of the magma chamber below. The eruption produced a blazing river of lava that stretched from coast to coast, destroying cities and wilderness alike, and left a trail of obsidian in its wake. The population of the Etrian Federation was decimated, with its society crumbling into near anarchy.

Terror and panic spread like wild fire across the globe; nations, one after another, declared state of emergency and scrambled to begin projects of evacuation. The more technologically advanced states, ones such as the Sleetavian Confederacy and the United South Asian States, managed to construct several capital-class starships to save a fraction of their population, while the less fortunate nations perished as their homeland opened itself to the depths of inferno.

In the midst of chaos, the ADS Curiosity, flagship of the Artemisian Expeditionary Force, hover above in the high orbits of the planet. Having witnessed the cataclysm unfolding below, the fleet's admiral, Tensin Drarou, ordered all non-essential spacecrafts of the Expeditionary Force to land on Arcadia and evacuate any survivor they can find. In the end, despite the fleet's best efforts, no more than 300 million people from those destroyed nations was rescued.

"Make sure that order is kept in the refugee holds, I do not want a riot to occur on our ship." captain Drarou said, transmitting his voice to the ship's quartermaster. "We will have to wait three more weeks before a solution is sought."

Recently, there has been rumors that a few of the Arcadian escape ships has found an inhabitable world amongst the interstellar voids. There exists a hopeful possibility that the ousted people of Arcadia may again be able settle upon solid earth. However, there is no concrete information confirming any of those sayings, and stable communication is yet to be established with any of those escape ships. The refugees onboard, separated from their kins and families by the disaster, grows restless with each passing day, and Drarou is anxious for any reports on the exact coordinates of the fabled "Arcadia Nova". A general scan of the surrounding sectors has already been initiated by the fleet, and only time will tell if there really exists such a place.