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Of Mothers and Matriarchs (Cornellia War: IC Closed)

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Of Mothers and Matriarchs (Cornellia War: IC Closed)

Postby The Shrailleeni Empire » Wed Sep 25, 2019 11:03 pm

Of Mothers and Matriarchs

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Cornellia War: Deadoran Theater IC



A continuation of the events of Pacifying the Provinces, branching off from this point.

OOC Thread for the Cornellian War

Places and characters relating to Aedora and Deadora based on the original creations of Deadora; thank you Dea, in another universe I choose to believe that Jennifer Thrall is still intimidating the world from her iron throne.



Entrylli, Aedora Province
The Feminist Empire of Deadora


Not all of Aedora had fallen outside of the Feminist Empire's control when the Aedoran had declared their independence. The vast majority of Deadora's largest province, and the breadbasket of the empire, was still firmly in control of the government in Bryn Tegna. The northern city of Entrylli was a major agricultural and transportation hub, dominated by stockyards for cattle and silos for the storing of the grains grown from the fertile plains. Rail lines extended north to Ordetia and east to Metorei and Whye. They also extended west to the province of Kyrrn, but with the so-called Queendom of Kehrahn in open revolt no shipments of food were going that way anymore.

Entrylli was also the operation hub for the first phase of Operation Exquisite Pain, the plan carefully crafted by the Jacqueline Thrall's new Matriarchy of War for the reconquest of southern Aedora. The entirety of the 4th and 5th Imperial Army Groups had been ordered to mobilize and assemble south of Entrylli in preparation for the operation, a movement requiring the assembly of 14 divisions and one legion into a single area.

Matriarch Dhoz, the newly appointed Matriarch of War, had told Her Ascendancy that all preparations were going well. If she hadn't, she would almost certainly have been beaten to within an inch of her life for "treasonous incompetence." But the truth was that the preparations for Operation Exquisite Pain were a nightmare, and where the Matriarch should have been sitting reasonably comfortably in the Calla-Gold Palace she found herself overseeing things personally in the sub-tropical heat. It felt to her as though everything that could go wrong was going wrong, and every day she had to deal with some new nightmare from which she could not wake.

Trains brought in more troops and supplies every day, carriages filled with women, men, trucks, tanks, ammunition, fuel, food, and every part imaginable. The process was disrupting the shipments of food to the rest of the empire, cattle stood bellowing in their pens without being butchered and grain lay idle. No doubt the great cities of Ordetia would be experiencing shortages for a few days. Even so, it was not enough.

There was no room in Entrylli for all of these soldiers, and so a massive assembly area had been cleared on either side of the main highway that led south. There was little time and less resources to cover everything, so that hundreds of armored vehicles and trucks lay open and exposed, and entire regiments were forced to bivouac where they could. Only the vicious discipline of the new officer corps kept things from breaking down completely, but frequent whippings and beatings were only keeping things in order by a hair's width. The digging of new latrines was non-stop, and rations had already been cut down to two meals a day. Even the men among the soldiers were beginning mutter, and some didn't quite avert their gazes from nearby female officers fast enough. Their female comrades were equally slow to discipline them for it, and that was the worst sign of all. This was not a good long-term situation, Matriarch Dhoz feared that the operation would have to begin within the next three days or order would become impossible to keep.

That day, two incidents occurred which were typical of the entire operation thus far. First, early in the day, hundreds of fresh-faced women and men were dropped off in Entrylli and began to mill around aimlessly and confused. Army Matriarch Jurrahl Katka, commander of the 4th Army Group, had asked for Matriarch Dhoz personally to attend to the situation. When she arrived, she eventually was able to learn that the new arrivals were members of the Conscript Reserves who had been called up to fill the numbers of the II and III Corps.

"Well where are they assigned to??" she had asked the Army Matriarch furiously. "Who is in charge of deployments here?"

"That's the problem Matriarch, the III Corps are specialty units, regulations state that all recruits require specialized training before they can be attached to those divisions."

"Idiot! Forget the regulations, we need bodies in those divisions to fill out the numbers!"

The second incident occurred at the fuel depot. The Quartermaster there reported that the last shipment of diesel that had arrived was entirely expired. All of the drums had been sitting in a warehouse since the removal of Jennifer Thrall, and none were good anymore. And with the oil from Kyrrn no longer available, and Deadora not importing oil from anywhere else, the refineries were all but empty.

With icy calm, the Matriarch simply asked if there was enough fuel to conduct the operation.

"Yes Matriach," the woman had replied, doing her best to stand as still as possible, "but if the operation lasts beyond the month..."

"We won't need a month," Dhoz snapped. "And if we do, we're all dead anyway."



Revin AFB, Northern Aedora

Things were proceeding somewhat more smoothly at Air Command. Priority had been given to the air phase of the operation, and the pilots who would lead the devastating first strike against Aedoran targets were well-fed and eager for battle. Technicians and mechanics were putting the final checks on the machines that would be taking part in the operation. 20 AAI RQ-7 Shadow UAVs would be sent in first, to confirm all potential Aedoran targets. Priority was placed on the RADAR stations and bunkers that satellite and human intelligence had already located, but power plants, factories, mines, farms, temples, and highly populated neighborhoods were all designated targets. The strikes themselves would be carried out by the 5th and 6th Bomber Wings, composed of 40 Tu-22M strike bombers, 40 Su-25TM close air support craft, and the 20 Su-34 strike bombers assigned to the 12th and 13 fighter wings. Air superiority would be carried out be the remaining 40 Mig-29M multirole fighters and 20 Su-77 air superiority fighters assigned to those wings.

The goal was to have all aircraft in the air before dawn on the day of the operation. Bombers would use their entire payloads and then return to base to refuel and rearm, in order to be ready to deploy again if requested by the army. But the initial bombing was supposed to be overwhelming, a first strike impossible to recover from. Their fighter escorts were not expected to have to deal with Aedoran resistance, they had no known aircraft of their own, but if Kehrahn attempted to interfere they would be in the air and close enough to the border to intercept any air threat from there. Indeed, only 20 fighters were slated to actually escort the bombers, the remainder would become part of an intensified air patrol on rotation to the west.

The pilots of the 12th Fighter Wing were currently engaged in a bit of recreation at the base's dojo, that oldest of Deadoran sports, the duel. All Deadoran pilots were women, a mix of Nadirii and Kehrahnii, wearing golden leotards that hugged muscular, curved frames. Two women were currently in the ring, circling one another and baring their teeth. They both held bow-staffs. Occasionally they could clash in a flurry of strikes, then back away from another, panting and bruised. Their comrades cheered for one or the other, laughing and talking idly amongst themselves as they waited for their turn.

"It's a pity that we won't see any real action," Lieutenant Caprica V'lok was saying to her friend. "How will I be able to get any kills?"

"Maybe Jada's girls will be stupid enough to try something," Vanessa Standyr replied.

"Oh now that's a thought," V'lok said, a smile crossing her lips. "Kehrahnii would make excellent opponents. They might even put up a challenge."

"I hope they do. This will be boring otherwise."

"You don't mind killing other Kehrahnii?"

Standyr laughed. "Jada never asked me to join her little queendom, not that I would have gone. Every single Kehrahnii over there is New Edom's whore now. Killing them will wipe that stain clean. I look forward to it."

"Not if I kill them first!"

They both laughed. In the ring, one woman caught the other in a grapple. Her victim faded from consciousness to the cheers of her sisters in the crowd.



Kehrahn-Deadora Border
Western Aedora to South-Western Ordetia


The border that now lay between the Feminist Empire and the breakaway Queendom of Kehrahn was enormous. It stretched from the shores of Magna Lacuna east and south along the border with Ordetia, and then further south along the border with Kehrahn. It varied widely in geography from one place to the next, coastal plains to low mountains in the north became arid sahel as the line curved south, where the desert of Kyrrn slowly became the savannah of Aedora. It ended at the waters of the gulf that lay between Deadora and Kehrahn.

Since Jada had declared the province an independent Queendom, the Matriarch Empress had ordered the divisions of the 1st Army Group to deploy along the new border. At the time circumstances had been too chaotic to simply sweep into the province and reclaim it by force, so instead the Deadorans had waited, and dug in. The 1st Army Group was large, containing 12 divisions across four Corps, and contained some of the best units that the empire had to offer as well as commanding the bulk of the Army's resources. Even so, it was not large enough to defend the entire border in the event that the Kehrahnii decided to stage and incursion.

Therefore the strategy deployed by Army Matriarch Saldeinna D'Broh was to spread the defenses out widely, and prepare for a strategy of defense-in-depth. Fast-moving armored cavalry units were stationed well behind the front lines, to maximize maneuverability in the event of an attack. Earthworks had been dug long strategic lengths of the border, long mounds and trenches interspersed with tank barriers. Many places had been left entirely open, to serve as corridors in the event that an attack was ordered or to funnel the Kehrahni into more manageable zones should they cross. The greatest defenses had been built up at the most critical points, the routes along Magna Lacuna, to the city of Sturgis, to Entrylli, and at the southern coast whose roads led to Legirahn.

Regular combat air patrols and AWACS flights were maintained around the clock. Jacqueline Thrall had offered Queen Jada peace, but no one really expected her to take it. The question of whether or not she would attempt to honor to supposed commitment to the Aedoran was not one that the Deadorans intended to take a chance on.

Further north, in Magna Lacuna and along the short, forested, and mountainous New Edomite-Deadoran border, operations were in the hands of the Deadoran Lake Fleet, the 6th Imperial Army Group, and the six wings of Northern Air Command. Should the war escalate to include the New Edomites, the lake was given top priority. The border north of the lake had never seen an army successfully cross it, not even during the Great War. The Deadorans had established themselves firmly along it, however, deploying their most specialized Mountain Regiments. But the fleet had deployed to just within the long-contested zone of control in Magna Lacuna, and Northern Air Command was dedicating its resources to patrolling that airspace. If the New Edomites tried anything, the Feminist Empire would be ready.



Legirahn Naval Yard,
Western Coast of Deadora


The coastal city of Legirahn was one of two major naval yards in the Feminist Empire, and by far the largest. It contained facilities for the production of warships as well as amble wet and dry docks for repairs and maintenance, dedicated pro facilities, barracks, runways, the works. Unfortunately, over the last year the facilities had fallen into a state of some neglect. Things were not in disrepair, yet, but there had been a sudden dearth of funding and supplies for the navy following the rise of Jacqueline Thrall.

It was here that Fleet Matriarch Aedra Jurn was to prepare the 1st Fleet for deployment into the western gulf in the event that the Shrailleeni Empire upheld its promise to defend Aedora from returning to Deadoran sovereignty. Her orders were to prepare her ships for deployment to either intercept incoming Shrailleeni vessels, or should they be slow in coming to launch an attack on the Shrailleeni port facilities at Dressanna in southern Dengali. Coordinating these actions with her was Fleet Matriarch Juhlya Falle of the 2nd Fleet, who's primary objective would be to sail south to the port at Eluria to reclaim the docking facilities from the Aedoran so that the Shrailleeni could not use them. Only if the Shrailleeni launched an attack was she to join Aedra in combatting them on the open ocean.

Each of them would command their fleets from the CIC of a Kuznetsov-class Carrier, the largest in the Deadoran navy. These would be supported by three cruisers, two destroyers, and two frigates each, as well as a logistics vessel and a submarine. All of their vessels were seaworthy, but barely. Much of the maintenance done over the past year was improvised, and serious repairs would certainly need done following this operation. But for the time being they were afloat, fully armed, and almost fully staffed. The latter was somewhat of a blessing, since it was a well-known secret that the navy's rations were being cut.

They presented a formidable force, even against the Shrailleeni. It was difficult for planners to estimate which navy would win, should the two come to blows. The Kehrahni fleet was a potential danger, if they deployed against the Deadorans it could weaken them considerably. As a precaution 20 Tu-22M strike bombers had been slated from Western Air Command to stand by for deployment against the Kehrahnii Navy after their initial bombing of Aedora, but there was no telling if they would be ready fact enough to be effective. But that was a chance that they would have to take. Nothing in war was certain, and the future of Deadora depended on this operation.
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Postby Aedora » Thu Sep 26, 2019 12:40 am

Fallows, the Chambers of the Council of Aedora
The People's Republic of Aedora


Whatever else might be said about the incipient People's Republic, its government was at the very least an example of lively democracy in action.

The atmosphere of the Council Chambers in Fallows was almost always one of raucous cacophony. When they had first risen up the Aedoran had been united by a sense of common purpose and community, all of them willing to risk their lives to throw off the yoke of Deadoran oppression and reclaim the land and labor that was rightfully theirs. The first few months of the new independent government had been fruitful, with the Council forming a national militia, confiscating land from Nadirii and Kehrahnii owners, establishing tribal boundaries, and announcing sweeping reforms to individual and collective rights. But as time wore on and the expected Deadoran invasion had failed to materialize, the various factions within the Aedoran had begun to squabble amongst one another over increasingly petty matters.

Now it had been several months since any truly meaningful new legislation had been passed. The economy was struggling to cope with the sudden collectivization of the agricultural, mining, and manufacturing industries. There was no state-owned business, everything was owned by individual collectives who often had very different ideas of what was best for their workers. The chain of supply was failing as mines, by far the most dangerous occupation in the flat jungles of southern Aedora, one by one began to close by choosing the safety of their workers over the needs of the manufacturers. The tribes refused to give up one inch of their newly found liberties and freedoms, allowing no new exploration of their lands for development and offering the lowest level of volunteers for the militia, while simultaneously demanding access to more arms and funding. And the urban, mostly Mother Goddess Worshipping Aedoran continued to fight tooth and nail with the Socialists over matters of policy, especially where concessions to the Shrailleeni were concerned.

Daru Jon was fresh from his re-election as Head of the Council, a feat easily achieved. He knew that the Shrailleeni scratched their heads at his continued leadership, but the fact was that it was easier to elect him than to start a fight between dozens of different women for the privilege. That, and he had the experience, connections to the tribes, and the respect of the Socialist Party. And of course, the fact that it forced the Deadorans and Kehrahnii to deal with a man as an equal put a smile on every Aedoran's face.

He took to his work with a single-minded drive, dividing his time between getting the National Militia ready for combat and dealing with the Council's non-stop arguing. The leadership of the Socialist Party had long since passed to the elected heads of the communes, mostly women and including his dear wife who he now rarely saw.

He listened to the arguing for a while, occasionally working to maintain some semblance of order. The topic under discussion was the recent letter from the Romans, who had offered vague but sweeping promises of aid in addition to their recognition of Aedora's independence. He was listening actively, for he soon saw a pattern emerging. No one objected to Roman assistance per se, but rather there was suspicion of their motivations and fear from different groups of outside interference. Eventually he wielded his gavel, and then stood to speak.

"Distinguished representatives, if you will permit me to speak. The Romans have merely asked to send a legatus to Fallows to discuss potential aid in further depth. Now I think we can all agree that this could be a very good thing, so let's not get ahead of ourselves. At the very least, can we all agree to hear this person out on what the empire would actually like to do?"

After that there was a bit more deliberation, but things were streamlined at last. In the end a positive response to the Romans was approved to be sent out, and arrangements to welcome this legatus were approved as well.



To: Count Marcellinus, Master of Offices of the Late Roman Empire; Flavia Basilina, Imperial State Secretary
From: Daru Jon, Head of the Council of Aedora
Re: Roman Aid To Aedora
Encryption: Highest


Dear Count Marcellinus,

It is very good to hear from you. The Council would be delighted to welcome the Emperor's legatus to Fallows, to discuss the possibility of Roman assistance in matters military, humanitarian, and economic. I can't say that the lady or fellow's job will be particularly easy, we don't have any state-run industries per se and things are a little hectic around here, but we're pretty sure that something can be worked out.

I have to say, the Emperor's recognition of our struggle for independence has been a great thing. I know it means a lot to all of us. It's only fair I warn you though, all our reports say that Jackie Thrall is twice as mean as her sister was and thirsty for blood. We'll do our best to protect your people if she comes for us but we can't promise too much, it might get dangerous quickly. I hope not but tales enim orbis terrarum. With things being so crazy in the region right now, your letter really is a spot of light in the darkness.

Best regards to you and yours,
Daru Jon, Head of the Council
On behalf of the Council of Aedora
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Postby Aedora » Thu Sep 26, 2019 3:58 am

Sometime later, in a Fallows hospital...

Without the Leenists, there probably wouldn't be any functional hospitals left in Fallows that weren't Nadirii or Kehrahnii. Whatever else Daru Jon thought about the Mother Goddess Worshippers, they did have a penchant for healing that anyone could admire. Supplies were limited and not all of the doctors were necessarily certified, but it was better than trusting oneself to a Nadirii doctor's knife every time there was an accident. He might be a Marxist, but he truly believed that the Aedoran nation would require people and thinking of all kinds. This was proof enough of that.

Or, he corrected himself, at least Aedoran of all kinds. The Nadirii woman sitting on a plastic chair outside of the operating room made the hair on his neck stand on end instinctively. He was a fairly worldly man, for a member of the proletariat, and he definitely recognized the former Matriarch of State. Arlenica Nessic, missing and presumed dead following the mysterious coup that took Jennifer Thrall off of the throne.

The woman looked in his direction dispassionately as he approached. There were rumors about her ambitions in the court during Jennifer Thrall's reign, she had been building followers, making relationships. She had been a good bet to become the second power to the throne before everything fell apart. And now she was here, sitting on the cheap chair like it was made of poison and somehow managing to look dangerous despite her clear malnourishment and new set of scars. No less than eight militia members had her completely surrounded, holding Shrailleeni-made Lyran assault rifles with the tense expressions of people meant to guard an uncaged tiger.

"Matriarch Nessic," he said politely as he approached, and bowed his head just a little. He looked her right in the eye, and saw the instinctive hatred and urge to attack rise in her expression. He never got tired of that.

"Daru Jon," she said, drawing out the last syllable a little. "We meet, at last."

"Yeah, funny that," he replied easily. "The Shrai wanted to set you and Jenny up as our rulers, last I heard. Shame that didn't work out."

For a moment he thought he had gone too far in provoking her. She actually rose from her seat, seething with anger at his impudence, but the sound of eight safety catches being flipped simultaneously gave her pause. She looked around at the guns pointed in her direction as though they were shit on her boot, and then sat daintily back down again.

"I see you Aedoran have been quick enough to forget basic social niceties. I suppose that's understandable, given your savage patriarchal natures."

Daru Jon held up his hands apologetically, a smile on his face, "alright, alright, fair play, I got you you got me. But things do work differently here now Matriarch. Assuming we let you stay, you better get used to it." The smile faded. "You wanted to speak with me right? Well here I am."

She sneered at him. "I can't believe I ever thought to help you disgusting barbarians."

"Alright well if that's all," he motioned with his finger. The rifles came back up. He held that position for a second, gauging her reaction. She didn't say anything. Her eyes flit to the window of the operating room, then back to him. He saw a look of resignation pass across her face.

"Operation Exquisite Pain," she said finally, taking her time with the words.

"The plan to kill us all?" he questioned, and the guards lowered their weapons.

"The very same," she said. "After I was...no longer required at the palace, I still had many connections in high places. Not everyone was eager to see Jacqueline Thrall take the throne after her sister's parting. That included many high level Matriarchs in the Imperial Army."

"So you ran to them for help, and then found out that they were coming for us. And then I guess you got all weepy and came running right on down."

"Must we play this little game?" she snapped at him.

"With a fucking Nadirii, yes we must," he said, and there was some anger in his voice this time. As unused to men talking back to her as she was, she seemed to actually respect that, perhaps even in spite of herself.

"Fine. No, I did not. But I was being hunted. Jacqueline was arresting and killing anyone associated with her sister. Mass executions. Secret Police, assassins, Pink River and Black Sand, she came for us at all angles. So I was forced to go to the only option I had left."

Jon nodded in sudden understanding, "you went to the Shrai."

"I went to the Shrai. Their secret agents were being hunted too. We had a common enemy. It made tactical sense."

"So that explains him," he nodded his head to the operating room. Arlenica nodded, still looking vaguely murderous, but said with an odd tone, "yes. His name is Telvar. Or at least that's what he told me."

"He didn't want to help me at first. But then I told him everything I knew. We joined forces to escape south, it was the clearest path with all of the chaos of the mobilization, and with the border with Kurungarra being so heavily fortified now."

"I see," he said, and he thought he did. "So then, when do we all die?"

The looked him in the eyes. "Two days. On the morning of the third day, at 4:11 AM, they will attack from the air, land, and sea. I can give you many details, what locations they know about, what planes they'll use, where the army groups are going."

He stared back at her. His instinct was that he couldn't trust her. But they already knew that the Deadorans were massing. They knew it was only a matter of time. Then again, if she fed them wrong information and they acted on it, their defense could fall apart.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I'm going to want to talk to him," he gestured to the room again.

"That's fine," she said smugly, "if he makes it that is. I could be your only chance."

He never broke eye contact. "Let me finish. I'll talk to him when he recovers, and he can corroborate your story. We can still debrief."

She nodded. Her expression seemed slightly less murderous, or maybe that was his imagination. "So do you have a pen, or what?"

"There's a room down the hall. Come with me."

He started walking, moved past her, and could feel her eyes on his neck. The militia gestured at her with their rifles, and she rose like a cat to saunter after Jon as they filed in all around her, keeping every angle covered. She spared one last glance at the operating room, and then continued on.
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"I hope that you have found dinner agreeable," she began, falling back on the Late Roman Latin in which they had all been conversing. "It is truly an honor to host you, and I think that my grandchildren enjoyed the excitement of new company. I hope that neither of you have left families missing your absence at home?" she asked, seemingly innocuously.

"Are either of you aware of the custom of our people, that no noblewoman may ascend to the throne, be that a local queendom or that of Mother Empress, until she has born her first child?"


"Thank you, Your Enlightened Majesty," Murat was the first to reply, remembering to stick to Latin for the present, "It is an honour to be here. I am sad to have left my husband and two children, a daughter and a son at home in Cathena. My other daughter is in New Columbia, serving as an Ensign." Murat explained, smiling, clearly a proud mother, "I'm told that some cavalry regiment snapped her up, she's a Lancer now with a regiment from Vionna-Frankenlisch."

Spears chuckled politely. "Duchess Murat is lucky, she has a family a-waiting her back home. The only family left to me is my neice, Anne. Though there's still time to marry, I suppose, raise a family and all that. Suppose I'll have to some day..."

"I was unaware of such a tradition," Murat added, keeping things on track. "It sounds rather smart actually, it ensures a stable succession."
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His Imperial Majesty King James Frederik Turrell, the first of his name, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Emperor of the Fallen Isles, Grand Imperiator of the Vionna-Frankenlischian Colonies and Dominions beyond the Seas, Elector of Grangenburg, Duly Appointed and Lawfully Elected Governor of Saint Gall, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Military, Defender of the Andyist Faith and Lord Protector of the Realm.



To: Orleana T'lok, Matriarch of Foreign Affairs, Feminist Empire of Deadora
From: His Imperial Majesty King James I Turrell of Vionna-Frankenlisch
Security: Highest


Dearest Matriarch,

It is an admirable thing, a nation banding together for a common goal. For you, this goal is to unify the Feminist Empire in the name of the Matriarch Empress. For us, it will be to defeat the Edomite, to teach him a lesson that will not be forgotten for some years, to make sure he is aware that attacks on the Empire will be met tenfold. Our stout Regensburger allies have already begun the counterattack, we must do the same.

You will be glad to hear that I give my assent to this offer. Let us defeat the Edomite puppets to the north and the godless communists to the south. Let us do this together. I have given my order that the Imperial Navy and Imperial Air Service be mobilised for war and we will lend force to your efforts against the false Queen Jada. Please direct any requests or inquiries to myself or my government.

I await a response with supreme interest and anticipation.

- James Frederick Turrell, King and Imperiator



Princess Alice, Freigrafin von Junger

Princess Alice was awoken early by the sounds of explosions and, as the attack petered out, was informed of her intended duty. Visiting Deadora was not exactly her idea of fun, but she was delighted to be serving her country finally. Unbeknownst to her, she had been purposely kept from foreign postings since she had discovered her sexuality at the birthday celebrations for the Edomite Queen Mara over a year ago. Though the particularities of the Imperial upper classes were well-known and well-mocked throughout Cornellia, it had been decided that she was somewhat too brazen and naive. However, with war present and Deadora considered the best place for her, Alice had finally received the call to go abroad.

Most flights from Frankenlisch International Airhub had been cancelled following the attack so it was very easy to secure a chartered aircraft for the Princess' transport. She was on the plane by eight and in Deadora by 12, setting down at their capital. Her only escort was Lieutenant Edith Lamb, a twenty-two-year-old officer of the Royal Helmfirth Dragoons who served the Imperial Family as a fetch-and-carry officer. Lamb wore the usual khaki uniform with long riding boots and a black hardee hat with a chromed badge, her dusty-coloured hair was in a bun. Alice, by contrast, seemed like a goddess. Her raven hair was arranged into a complex crown braid with ringlets hanging down around her ears. Her cocktail dress was of maroon silk with a belt made of hexagonal links of rose gold and she wore, over the top, a golden-coloured medallion cape of Marienberg wool and felt.
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Postby The Shrailleeni Empire » Tue Oct 01, 2019 4:05 pm

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"Thank you, Your Enlightened Majesty," Murat was the first to reply, remembering to stick to Latin for the present, "It is an honour to be here. I am sad to have left my husband and two children, a daughter and a son at home in Cathena. My other daughter is in New Columbia, serving as an Ensign." Murat explained, smiling, clearly a proud mother, "I'm told that some cavalry regiment snapped her up, she's a Lancer now with a regiment from Vionna-Frankenlisch."

Spears chuckled politely. "Duchess Murat is lucky, she has a family a-waiting her back home. The only family left to me is my neice, Anne. Though there's still time to marry, I suppose, raise a family and all that. Suppose I'll have to some day..."

"I was unaware of such a tradition," Murat added, keeping things on track. "It sounds rather smart actually, it ensures a stable succession."


"It does have that advantage," Chella agreed pleasantly, "but there is a spiritual component as well. We believe that a good ruler should love her people as she loves the child who she nurtured within her and gave life. The kind of love that is all-consuming and powerful. You know of what I speak, having children of your own," she said to the Duchess. "There is a connection that nothing in this world can surpass. And we believe in fostering a semblance of that connection with those we rule."

"It means that philosophically, we take the long view. We must be willing to sacrifice our own comfort and happiness for that of the greater good. We must keep our people from harm, and should they be threatened, respond with the fury that only a mother observing a threat to her child can feel."

"I believe that it would do you good to know fatherhood as well, Your Lordship," she said with a nod to Spears. "But perhaps you are in a position to explain to me why your sovereign, King James, wishes to start a war that endangers the lives of my Children?"
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

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Postby The Shrailleeni Empire » Wed Oct 02, 2019 3:01 am

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Western Kurungarra, 15km from the Deadoran border
Deployment of the 22nd Mechanized Infantry Sub-Battlegroup


For decades, the Shrailleeni had built the defense of Kurungarra around the threat that lay in the east. The Krutongan-Kurungarran border was heavily fortified with bunkers, razor wire, trenches, tank obstacles, and observation posts. Three large army bases were equipped to comfortably house six battlegroups between them while deployments along the line were on rotation. If the Krutongans and their Imperial puppet masters wished to attack Shrailleeni soil, they would be made to regret it.

By contrast, until last year there were hardly any defenses along the border with Deadora. It was assumed that in the event of war, Deadoran forces would be coming across the border to aid their Shrailleeni ally. A rail line linked Radakat, the capital of Kurungarra, with the busy Deadoran port city of Rik'Shor. Movement across the border had been normal and only policed as a formality.

Then Jennifer Thrall had fallen ill. Then she had vanished. Then her sister, Jacqueline, had blamed the Shrailleeni for everything that had befallen the Feminist Empire and declared it an enemy of Deadora.

These events, combined with a defrosting of relations with the Imperium that came with a moderate demilitarization of the border, had completely changed the Imperial Army's stance in Kurungarra. Over the last few months, the battlegroups had redeployed west to meet the possibility of a Deadoran threat. The geography in the west was distinct from the rest of the country. The pocket of savannah that defined the interior and west of the country was, on the border, a vast expanse of wooded hills. Small towns and villages dotted both sides and there were no military emplacements save for a few border checkpoints. In some areas of the north, there was only wilderness with few or no developed roads.

It fell to the infantry battlegroups to prepare the border defenses. The armor, it was decided, would be held in reserve in the interior of the country to be deployed strategically where required. Meanwhile the eastern border had been handed over entirely to the Kurungarran Black Wing for patrol, enough to delay an Imperium invasion but not stop it. Hopefully it would only be a precaution.

The women and men of the 22 Mechanized Sub-Battlegroup were attached to the 3rd Mechanized Battlegroup, a prestigious unit that could trace its history back to the Great War and its lineage to the founding of the Imperial Matriarchy. In that war they had been deployed as an infantry battlegroup along the Acheron front. Their motto was "First to the front and last to leave it."

At the moment, Private Rathal was hoping quietly that their motto wouldn't become literal.

The IFV to which his squad was attached currently sat behind a dirt mound that partially concealed all but the upper third of the vehicle. They had done their best to situate it at the top of one of the low hills that distinguished the border land, so that anything coming up the hill to the west would come into the target area. On either side of them were the machines of the rest of their platoon, and further along all of the machines of the 2nd Command, which had been ordered to secure this hill and the shallow valleys to either side. Distant but visible through the sparse trees and mounds of earth was the rest of the 22nd SB. And after that, Rathal knew, was the entire 3rd Mechanized, ordered to secure the southern third of the border. Many of the trees had been cut down and used to shore up defenses, so the Shrailleeni line was obvious to anyone looking at it, like a great scar across the land.

The soldiers had been stationed here for nearly two months now. They had been scheduled to rotate off of the line two days ago, but the just before they had managed it the order had come in for all units to garrison the line in preparation for "possible immediate hostilities." That had everyone on edge, especially those who had already been out here sleeping on the ground and eating out of the Ironheart's supply of ration packs and coffee.

At the moment everyone had a little down-time, the word was that the officers were attempting to boost morale before any combat hit. Cutting, digging, and patrol duties were at a minimum, and there was even fresh food being brought in from the supply depots. Rathal was cleaning his rifle, a Shrailleeni-made AK-74. The driver was doing maintenance checks on the IFV's turret, muttering to herself about Lyras Arms and their fancy, delicate crap. A few of his squadmates were gathered around a hot plate doing their best to cook what Private Charria swore was a traditional Ashland stew. Corporal Mallet was in the vehicle, apparently writing an email to his parents.

A dull roar suddenly grew overhead, rising to a dramatic crescendo. Everyone's heads darted up, the thought of a hundred Deadoran planes occurring to them in unison, but a second or two of listening told them that is was just the usual patrol of Sparrowhawks flying out of Garab.

"I thought that was it," said Private Rethis in Fromathrine, as he had roughly every two hours for the last week when a patrol went by. When Rathal pointed that out annoyedly, Rethis just shook his head and said "Everyone knows its coming. Don't tell me you don't about shit yourself whenever you hear a jet engine?"

"No, I don't," said Rathal. "You ever notice none of them ever fly from the west? Ever?"

"Well how do you know they aren't flying from the west?"

Rathal stared at him for moment, a couple of the squad gave one another knowing looks.

"West is that way," he pointed toward Deadora, where the sun was steadily lowering itself.

"Well how am I supposed to know that?"

"It's the...you know what, never mind."

"Right. Well the big one is coming any day now. And you know what they say about Deadorans. Did you know they apparently keep," he lowered his voice a little, "strap-on dildos, permanently attached to the crotch of their uniforms? It's just standard issue for them."

"Bullshit."

"It's true!"

"Think about it for two seconds," Rathal said exasperated, "big old plastic rods flapping around in front of you while you run?"

"They train to run with them, and use them, every day."

A couple of the squad laughed at this. "Goddess," said Vresha, the squad medic as she caught her breath, "you can just picture that can't you?" Emboldened, Rethis smiled and continued his conspiracy talk. Rathal just shook his head and went back to his duties.



Shrailleeni Embassy
Kehrahn City, Kehrahn


The Shrailleeni embassy in Kehrahn was a simple building, there hadn't been time to build up anything to the usual standard of the Matriarchy of Foreign Affairs. It's functional staff had the dubious privilege of coordinating the fledgling and untested Shrailleeni-Kehrahnii alliance that had come with the Enlightened Matriarchy's recognition of the breakaway queendom. It was dubious, because the Kehrahnii seemed reluctant to communicate with the Shrailleeni about anything more than vague statements of defense. It seemed that they were more willing to go to the Edomites for such things, demonstrating a deep and troubling mistrust.

The Ambassador there was Terraya Chalthara, a Fromathrine woman who had been previously posted to Novitera. She had just been given her most important assignment yet from the Foreign Minister, the transmission of a vital military aid proposal to Queen Jada, when the entire city had decided to go mad.

Reports on the ground were scarce. Queen Jada had given a speech of defiance against Deadora, and then left to inspect the front lines. By all accounts she had never reached her destination, and gunfire and explosions had been reported just outside of the capital. Within the embassy, the immediate fear was of a pro-Deadoran coup being attempted. If Kehrahn returned to the Feminist Empire, Jacqueline Thrall's forces would be bolstered immensely and she would once again border both New Edom and Dengali in the southwest.

Tentatively, she sent a message to the royal compound to enquire as to what had occurred.



Fallows, Aedora

When he regained consciousness, Telvar found himself in a hospital bed. His memory was hazy and came back to him as flashes of images and impressions of feeling. He remembered being in a vehicle of some kind, and being taken to the hospital. The last thing that he remembered clearly was stumbling south out of Heldyn, a bullet in his side.

He looked around, and saw that he was not alone. There were two nurses, both women, talking to a man wearing a jungle patterned shirt with a rifle slung over his shoulder. They were all well-tanned and of average build, shorter than more Deadorans. Telvar didn't recognize the language that they were conversing in, it sounded to him like someone was warbling Nadirii. But as he shifted to sit more upright he got their attention, and they began speaking in that language. The soldier ran from the room while the nurses came over, one held his hand while the other checked on the machines around him.

"Where am I?" he managed to croak out.

"You're awake, good. Don't worry you're safe here. You're in a hospital in Fallows."

"Where's Arlenica?"

The two women exchanged a glance.

"She's safe. Daru Jon was here earlier, I think he's having a talk with her."

"A talk, or a 'talk?'" he asked pointedly, and met her eyes. The woman looked offended, and responded indignantly. "A talk. Now lie down, we removed a bullet from you and you've lost a great deal of blood."

"Wait, wait," he said stubbornly. He reached for his jacket, but found that he was no longer wearing it.

"It's alright, we know you're with Strategic Intelligence."

"But we don't have much time," he resisted her pushing hands. "The attack is happening soon, extremely soon. Where is my jacket?"

The woman started to gesture, and he saw it laying in a pile of his belongings on a chair in the corner of the room.

"Bring it to me, please."

The nurse seemed like she was about to protest again, but the soldier returned with another man in tow. This man didn't look like a soldier. His skin was very darkly tanned and well-lined from years of sun exposure and hard work. He had a prominent, almost Roman nose and intense eyes. He had the look of a man who did not trust easily, and who was always hiding something.

"I'll bring it to him," the man said simply, and he walked over, took up the jacket, and did what he exactly as he said. The nurse had an odd expression, Telvar thought it might be embarrassment.

"Thank you," he said as he took the jacket, "may I guess that you are Daru Jon?"

The man nodded and made a sound that roughly sounded affirmative.

"Good to meet you. Agent Telvar, Shrailleeni Imperial Strategic Intelligence."

"Yes, good to meet you as well. I hear that you have quite a story for me."

"Oh I have more than a story."

Telvar fumbled with his jacket, opening it inside out, and pulled up the sleeve. There was a place that had been torn and carefully sewn back together, and he broke the threads with his fingers. Then he retrieved a heavily folded piece of paper and a USB drive, and handed them out to Jon.

He could tell by the expression on the man's face that he was impressed.

"Your friend didn't mention that you had hard evidence."

"Well I didn't tell her everything, did I? This is a paper copy of the order to execute the invasion of your country. The USB contains a list of targets for the aerial assault, although they allow for more to be added in the next day or so. These were not easy to obtain," he said, suddenly feeling tired.

To his surprise, the man laughed. "Well I'll be shit, here I thought I had a hard choice ahead of me. Son of these are genuine you can bet your ass we'll be using them to give those witches a kick in the tits. You may have just saved a lot of lives."

"That's my job sir."

The man clapped a hand on his shoulder, and shook his head with a grin. "Didn't tell her everything. Ha."

As he turned to leave the room, Telvar called one last thing after him.

"She's alright, isn't she?"

He turned and gave him an extremely suspicious look.

"Yeah," he finally said. "And son I don't know what happened to you both up north but...you'd be better off not seeing that woman again. Trust me."

"But she's alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah she's fine."

Teller lay back, feeling light-headedness slowly overtake him.

"That's good. I just owe her, is all."

Then, blackness.
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Postby New Edom » Wed Oct 02, 2019 8:01 pm

Kehrahn-Deadoran Border

Dust clouds rose around one of the dozens of firebases that were scattered around the border like the points of a star. There was a shortage of canvass, so the perimeters were fortified with rocks piled up to about fifteen feet in ziggurat like steps on one side, with much sharper slopes on the side facing outward. Machine gun emplacements faced outward. Within a second ring of stone walls were foxholes with mortars, and deeper still \, each FOB had a battery of towed 122mm howitzers and anti-aircraft autocannon as well as a SAM battery.

Soldiers were lining up at various points of distribution in the FOB. The women, with dirty faces and worn uniforms, to receive their rations of millet porridge, artificial blackberry jam, sausage that was more fat and gristle than meat in a small uniform chunk. They lined up to receive their water ration, and to receive the orders of the day.

There were all ages of these soldiers. Some were barely more than girls, while others were in advanced middle years with weatered lines around their eyes and mouths, their hands hardened. Men there were, as well, piling rocks, digging latrine ditches, but rarely carrying a weapon or even touching ammunition.

People of Kehrahn!

Do not despair! Your Queen is still alive and in command! Traitors led by the former war Matriarch Vang have attempted to seize the capital! But even now, loyal agents are working to remove her from her position! Do not believe for a moment that the Thrallist will control our national homeland! We will have bread, our due riches for our hard work, and freedom! I am leading our armies, and we will defend our borders and drive back the Thrallists! Do not be deceived! The Shrailleeni are our friends and allies, as is Aedora! Do not believe Thrallist lies that they are communists! Together, we will destroy the usurper, Jacqueline Thrall, and live with the just fruits of victory! We will no longer wear rags and eat the bare leavings, but will have full bowls at every meal, wear good new cloth and boots, and no longer patch our drafty homes against the bitter wind, but will live secure in our homes as we deserve! Down with the traitor Vang! Down with the pretender Empress Jacqueline Thrall! Long live the House of Aiadi! Long live freedom!”


Kehrahn City,
Kehrahn


"Matriarch, the city is ours! The Aiadi have fled, we have seized the armouries, the depots, the transport hubs, and satellite towns.. The people are rejoicing in the streets!" said Sub-Matriarch d’Acra as she strode confidently into the room, which was full of women on radios, on phones, looking at maps and talking in fierce undertones.

Matriarch of War Vang looked at her over a map table, with ice blue eyes set in the frame of a lean, haughty countenance. “That is good. D’Acra, did you know that Jada has fled to the Northern Front, and has been welcomed by the Matriarch commanding there?’

“I did not, War Matriarch,” said D’Acra, narrowing her eyes.

“Just recently found out.” Vang straightened, and glanced around the room, where people had begun muttering in response. “Alright: you said rejoicing. Is this complete rejoicing? Everyone is satisfied to see Jada’s retreat, or is there more to it than that?”

“Not everyone. There have been desertions. It’s messing,” reported Catrionna Colonna, the new Matriarch of Information. “When we arrested Adinna Olonna (the Matriarch of Foreign Affairs) it was a small battle on that estate. A good one, a satisfying one. I am told that Sub-Matriarch Kerol personally violated the traitor’s captain of the guard with that special rod she has, the one with..”

“Never mind that,” said Vang impatiently. “We can share war stories in a hot tub later. Who is for Thrallist restoration?”

“I say not enough, War Matriarch,” replied Colonna. “It’s not just about Kehrahni independence. There are lots of women who don’t give a rape in a Roman brothel about that. They’re tired of eating bread full of sand and shitting their guts out from badly filtered water. They are tired of slaving away pumping oil and not seeing any fruits of it. Their lives are hard.”

“Hard?” said Vang, her eyes blazing. “Their lives are going to be paradise when Jacqueline Thrall comes down on them like a Smilodon on a lamb. No one will be spared. I know this woman. She will not spare those who surrender who serve traitors. Even if we bare our necks, loyalty will need to be proven. And there’s something else…” Vang took a deep breath. “I believe with all my heart that Jada had betrayed us, truly. Giving in to Regionalists and patriarchs. A plot to put Zara Thrall o the throne of Deadora. Selling us all out. We would not have had a reform of matriarchalism..we would have been sold out. It was a terrible mistake. I would rather die at the hands of the Matriarch Empress than see my daughters rutted by patriarchs. So this is what we must do. First, we must root Jada out. Stop all supplies going to the Northern Front. Replace anyone on the Western and Southern Fronts who are even slightly suspect.. Colonna, I want those units purged if need be.”

Vang looked around the room like a smilodon herself, and then noticed, with irritation, that D’Acra was on the phone. “Am I boring you?” she demanded in a soft dangerous tone.

“No, War Matriarch but..I have just received word that Princess Vanessa and Princess Aurelia were just captured, trying to sneak out of the country on a foreign plane.”

Vang smiled. “Then this is perfect. Let them be brought to trial. And see how fixated Jada is in her purpose. And let it serve as an example. Let Jacqueline Thrall see that we have seen the wisdom of her words. We will, in turn, request that we be given some degree of economic autonomy once the Empire is restored to order.”




The Trial

The pommel of the ceremonial struck against the sound block over and over again. The sound resonated through the "Kehrahn House of Justice" silencing the obstreperous crowd. A half circle of raised benches loomed over the two defendants. In the center of the imposing benches sat a woman, Joanna D’Acra, beautiful and elegantly dressed in military garb. Her high cut dark leotard, the decoration bracelets on her supple arm, her high cut mirror shined boots, her belt and the plumed helmet that sat beside her high seat., she held the dagger, her icy stare forced the defendants to look away and the crowd in the gallery to stand at attention and salute. The woman was flanked by five women on either side, each one of them dressed like D’Acra, each one of them sat up straight and looked sternly upon the crowd. The woman began to speak.

"Now that I have the court's attention, I would like to proceed. As all witnesses well know The country of Kehrahn was only two days ago given back to the loyalty to the Feminist Empire, with its own strong internal government, , by the glorious actions of the Kehrahni Army."

D’Acra paused and shifted her eyes over the crowd, remaining stoic as the crowd clapped and cheered. Before the woman hit the dagger against the sounding block to silence the crowd. A restrained smile fell upon her, indicating a certain pride in her statement.

“As Matriarch-Advocate, It is my job to bring justice to Kehrahn and allow the citizens of this great and mighty nation to heal. Since the House of Aiadi’s rebellion, we have all had to suffer through a corrupt and heinous Kleptocracy. While most of the guilty have fled and are in hiding, we did manage to capture two of the most condemn-able individuals and we promise that justice will be served."

The two prisoners, were booed and jeered at as they were pushed forward, their leotards dirty and torn, their medal-braclets ripped from their arms, disarmed, their weapons belts removed, their hair disheveled.

Princess Vanessa was nearly six feet tall and sleekly built in a manner that belied her strength. She was perhaps half his weight, with bright red shoulder-length hair and piercing green eyes. Her bosom seemed small on her large frame. . Her waist was narrow and her rear was rounded without being generous. Overall, she was a beautiful and very athletic specimen. However, there was a hardness about her face with its high cheekbones, and a flinty shine in her eyes that suggested that she was used to command and capable of considerable cruelty. Those eyes were defiant.

“Vanessa Aiadi: you stand accused of taking part in leading a rebellion against Her AScendancy, Jacqueline Thrall, using your position of power as the Tyrant's oldest daughter to pursue your own decadent and debauched lifestyle, to destroy the lives of others and to steal from the people."

Princess Aurelia resembled her mother far more, at about five foot six, but her figure was much more of an hourglass, with breasts the same size and a bigger rear on a much smaller frame. Her hair was jet black and cropped short in a pageboy cut. Her eyes were also defiant, but she could not really supress a fear that showed in her twitching features.

“Aurelia Aiadi: You stand accused of taking part in leading a rebellion against Her Ascendancy, Jacqueline Thrall, using your position of power as the Tyrant's youngest daughter to pursue your own decadent and debauched lifestyle, to destroy the lives of others and to steal from the people."”

“You are further both accused of plotting with the Edomites, Romans, and Shrailleeni to undermine Imperial Feminism, of seeking to profit by selling petroleum rightly belonging to the people of Kehrahn and the Matriarch Empress to foreigners from Novitera. You both met with foreign agents..”

“I challenge the legitimacy of this court,” cried Vanessa. “D’acra, you hypocrite! You were with us, in proclaiming in dependence, and then you lost your water when you heard of Jacqueline Thrall’s letter! You have no guts, you wretched woman!”

“Silence the prisoner!” cried D’Acra.

The nearest guard rammed the butt of her submachinegun into Vannessa’s gut, forcing her to double over, retching.

“Let us hear the witnesses….” said D’Acra.

The witnesses, lined up outside, came through with predictable clarity: attesting to the treachery of the two daughters of Jada. They had, indeed, ventured abroad, met with Foreign Minister Hosidius Geta to plot to sell Kehrahn’s oil to the other members of FODE, to permit Edomite, Roman and Shrailleeni troops into Kehrahn. They sought to undermine the protections given to Deadoran petroleum and other resources to the CTO, and to undermine matriarchalism to the patriarchs.

D’Acra pronounced, “"We will not put Vanessa and Aurelia to death, as it is the intention of this court to present them to the Matriarch Empress to be made an example of.” The two prisoners turned pale, Aurelia clearly with trembling mouth and eyes, Vanessa, still in pain from her brief beating, lifting her chin and glaring. “ instead, after spending some time, naked in a prison cell we will tie them bent over with their naked posteriors vulnerable and exposed, and we will switch them as many times as we see fit, until their bodies are limp and their hindquarters greatly bruised. This will occur publicly at the Civic Arena It will be televised for our entire country and the world to see. After the punishment is over we will expel these two wicked women out of the country, where they will be handed over to the Deadoran Army…”

The crowd erupted in applause and furious cheering. D’Acra let herself smile triumphantly, the military officials sitting in the court seats clapped and shook hands with each other. Women in the gallery through their hats in the air, the entirety of the crowd was laughing and cheering raucously.

While the crowds cheered, Vanessa and Aurelia were womanhandled by the guards. eyes and Aurelia’s eyes opened wide in severe panic, she struggled kicking, tears streaming down her red face, Vanessa struggled like a wild animal. Aurelia looked on in shock, she could not even begin to comprehend what was happening. Leotards, boots, and all the remnants of their tatters were gone. It was not that they were horrified at being naked in front of others, but rather to have every vestige of rank removed in such a manner, the dread of the sentence, had them both faint with dread.

“Mother wll avenge us!” screamed Vanessa, as the air touched her bare backside and she was made mother naked before all.

“You are the tyrants, not we! Coward, coward!” shrieked Aurelia.

“Away with them, to their cells!” ordered D’Acra. While the crowd shouted and shook their fists, she murmured to her aide, “Did we get all that on camera?”

“We did, my Matriarch,” said the aide. “But we’ll check the footage.”

“When I’ve approved it, we can send it to Jacqueline Thrall.” D’Acra felt joyous, but within was a bit worried. The capital was held, and there were reports of military units that would come over, but in truth, it was far from complete. Jada held the Northern Front, and many of the ordinary citizens were simply ignorant folk. This was a stunt. Victory was far from certain. But it was satisfying to see the two arrogant daughters of Jada Aiadi reduced so low.
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Postby The Shrailleeni Empire » Wed Oct 02, 2019 8:58 pm

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The Feminist Empire of Deadora


The atmosphere of the palace was eerily calm, the calmest that it had been for many months. For the last six consecutive days there had not been a single public execution, beating, or duel. Even the screams and low moans from the palace dungeons had faded away from waking ears, though they seemed to resonate in the stones for all eternity. For the Queens of the court, things finally seemed to have fallen into place. The old order of dominance and submission was destroyed, long would live the new order of dominance and submission.

Stability at the seat of government had consequences throughout the empire. The new women in power had consolidated their new lands and holdings and were ready to begin purchasing for themselves all of the good things that wealth and power afforded. Sisters of Wehn in their Dark Cathedral were running out of Gelded to sell, and a drive to acquire new infant boys was picking up, bringing some financial compensation to the poor women cursed with male children. The economy was picking up, such as it was without access to the full potential of Kehrahn's oil fields, or at least stabilizing. The time for action had passed, and the time for scheming had risen once again.

In her private chambers, relaxing on a sedan chair while her favorite Gelded tended to her hair, Jacqueline Thrall was watching the video recording of a trial in Kehrahn City. There was a trace smile on her lips, and she felt a carnal stirring within her at the humiliation of Jada's children. Her hand traced slowly the white skin of her hip, meandering down her leg. But more than pleasure, she felt another stirring, one that made her blood far more hot. She tasted victory, one that came from an unexpected but well-appreciate source. This Matriarch Vang pleased her greatly, she knew that an offering would be needed to spare her own life and she knew precisely what offering would work. She had planned to kill Jada if the woman had surrendered, later, and quietly. But this was better, so much better.

The film had come with only one request, that Kehrahn be granted a degree of economic autonomy. A bold request, Jacqueline thought, coming from traitors. But she realized that she was willing to entertain it, if only because it meant such delicious humiliation to Jada and her brood. And besides, by the time things came down to negotiations it would be she who held all of the cards.

Shortly after she had finished watching the video for the third time, she summoned Matriarch Errisyn D'Teyn to her chambers. The older woman entered, stoic and serious as ever, to find the Matriarch Empress wearing only a gilded red robe, looking entirely pleased as she sat at her desk chair, which had been turned to face the door.

"Your Ascendancy," D'Teyn bore her neck.

"Matriarch," the empress said, "there has been a change of plan. We cannot ignore the golden opportunity of a coup in Kehrahn. We are to launch our attack on both Kehrahn and the Aedoran tomorrow."

"I...tomorrow?" D'Teyn saw the dangerous look that she was given, and fell to one knee. "My Empress, it shall be done. To which front should I prioritize our air assets?"

"Oh, have the first run be against the southern rebels. Then support our attack on Kehrahn after refueling. Would that be sufficient?"

"I will make it so, Your Ascendency."

"Very good...and Matriarch?"

D'Teyn had risen from the floor, and turned to go out. She looked like she was thinking hard, no doubt about military matters.

"Yes Your Ascendency?"

"You would tell me the truth, if I suggested a bad plan, wouldn't you?"

"Of course!" she said quickly, very quickly. "If I thought I could not carry out your commands, I would tell you so."

Jacqueline regarded her for a long time with her green, piercing eyes. Then finally she nodded.

"Then forget I asked the question. Go, carry them out."

The Matriarch of War bowed and then left the chamber. Jacqueline sat a bit longer, a suspicious expression on her face. She glanced at her loyal Gelded, standing patiently against the walls. Then she snarled and, standing up, lifted the chair above her head and through it into the center of the room. Stupid, she thought. A moment of weakness, of hesitation. That will get you killed.

"Fetch me a prisoner," she spat at one of the Gelded. "I need to work out some stress."
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Matriarch Orelna T'lok.

The Empress had a hard time trying to pronounce that last one. Names are important, but it's hard to get them right. It's harder to do so when someone feels too...nervous. Yes. Nervous. Why is the Empress nervous?

The tall Solisian woman tried to stop her fingers from trembling. She had already gotten over it this morning. Why had that feeling come back? She shook her fingers. Come on. Stop trembling. I'm about to see someone important.

Matriarch Orelna T'lok. That's the one.

Slowly, and to her relief, her fingers ceased their annoying habit. The Empress heard a voice. She turned her head up, and she saw one of her aides, a military woman, approach after bowing her head respectfully. When she got close enough, the woman handed over a note. The Empress took it and read it quickly.

The guest is approaching quickly. Please be ready.

Who wrote this? Ah...

Eyes locked on. The Empress told her aide, "Thank you. Please tell her I'm ready. I'm on my way to the meeting room."

The aide nodded. No words. The Empress saw her leave, in a hurry, the sound of steps going down a lonely corridor.

Trembling. Her fingers were trembling again.

Irritated by this, she thrust them into her pockets. They dressed her appropriately, diligently, in a military uniform, proper for the occasion. War. That was the occasion. It made her feel ill. She thought her face had lost it's color.

Time. How much is left until I have to see the Matriarch? She couldn't answer herself. Instead of trying, she sat down, after she had found an empty armchair, trying to calm her fingers down.

When they did, eventually, she rose up and left the room. Empty, it would be. It was her throne room. Not for now, she told herself, not until this war is lost or won.

To the meeting room now.
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Shona, Solisia

The Matriarch entered the room in a sway red and gold, a form-fitting leotard of fine black leather with a long cloak. She looked around the room with a predatory eye, a tall woman with lightly tanned skin and long black hair. She had a small nose and a somewhat weak chin, not precisely the Amazonian ideal of the Nadirii, but clearly not physically weak either. Her green eyes finally lit upon the Empress of Solisia, and she came forward gracefully and bowed low.

"Your Imperial Majesty, it is good to meet you at last. I bring you the greetings of the Matriarch Empress, who expects great things from our meeting."
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Shona, Solisia


What greeted her was a woman of true Solisian descent. Her skin color obviously stated that she was a bit of a Mestiza. She smiled at the guest and nodded to her, extending her right hand towards the guest, without trembling fingers, saying, "And I too am pleased to meet you. We must speak firmly and honestly now. Please," she motioned to the table with seats, "sit down with me, and we shall make our meeting fruitful. If I may begin," she said as she fixed her gaze upon the foreigner's eyes, "I wish to inform you that, my army, and all their supporters, are prepared for war. We wish to enter it, by all means, without delay, on your side. And you and I both know that we see a great chance of victory in the entry of my army into the battles to come."
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Shona, Solisia

Orelna shook the offered hand, and took her seat with a lithe dignity, like a cat settling onto its perch. She appraised the woman in front of her, and found her soft but eager. There was potential there, and she liked that words that were being spoken.

"So soon? You are to be commended. One would almost think that you have been planning a war behind our backs," she said in sultry tones.

"The Matriarch Empress welcomes your sisterhood. Our own designs are proceeding quickly. It is expected that we shall be launching our assault on the south in a day or so. After that, it is expected that the Shrailleeni and New Edomites will attempt to stop us. We wish to pacify the south, and then shift the front to Kehrahn and New Edom itself as quickly as possible."

"Should we prepare a formal alliance, we have only a few terms and conditions. First, you shall swear absolutely that all land of Aedora shall be the sole and absolute sovereignty of the Feminist Empire of Deadora, and renounce all claims on our side of the border. Second, you shall swear the same for all of the lands of the province of Kyrrn, nominally Kehrahn. Third, you shall swear to the good conduct of your forces as they travel through our lands. Do you find all of these terms acceptable, Your Imperial Majesty?"
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Just as my President and the Prime Minister warned. We would lose our claims on the other side of the border. On the other hand, this frees us, for now, of any issues with the Deadorans....for now.

The Empress showed no obvious sign on her face of disapproval nor resignation nor of fear. She instead nodded her hand, producing a pen from her pocket, transferring it to her right hand, which she always wrote with, as she told her guest,

"All terms accepted.

On the one hand, my Empire, and I myself, hope that Deadora will respect our territorial rights on the land we now stand upon. The continental part of Solisia shall not, and will not, suffer any more intrusions from the south by Aedorans.

On the other hand, Solisia wishes to play a significant part, albeit quietly and not to be talked about in the newspapers, in cleansing the south of all socialist influence, sparing no soul from the purification we ought to bring.

In addition, we expect that your forces and your peoples will also respect the entry of our forces and our peoples upon your lands as allies. If these terms are considered, then I shall personally accept the terms you present to me with my signature on all documents we may produce concerning this meeting and the alliance you offer to me and my Empire."
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Shona, Solisia

"On behalf of the Feminist Empire, I agree to your terms. Our border shall be held sovereign as it currently is written. And as for the Aedoran...we shall come to that presently Your Imperial Majesty. Here," she produced the papers. "You will find all of the terms written clearly and properly. If you would like your own included, we shall wait for your people to produce such a document. Once we sign, our alliance will be complete."

She leaned back, stomach stretching slightly.

"The Matriarch Empress will be greatly pleased. We will, of course, need to arrange for an allied communications frequency to be set up between our militaries. Practice in cooperation will come with time. Our war departments can coordinate things more fully, but I shall tell you what the Matriarch Empress has instructed me: the rail line that connects your lands to the city of Torrebyn is the easiest line of transportation. It should be protected at all costs. Aside from that, we shall be launching an aerial bombardment of Aedora to precede the invasion. We recommend that you prevent your own air force from flying over our skies during that time. Afterward, our war departments can discuss more detailed operations."
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Shona, Solisia

"We already have the documents."

The Empress then snapped her fingers twice, which an aide heard from outside. The aide came inside, with the documents in her arms. She placed them upon the table, and this the Empress signed after signing the papers her counterpart from Deadora produced. After that, she surrendered another pen to the Deadoran, allowing her to sign on the papers her Solisian counterpart presented.

The Empress stated, "The rail line that connects us to the city of Torrebyn shall be our concern. In addition, we will be careful with our air force. However, I must ask that my helicopters be allowed to act in the name of defending our forces as we move through your lands and through Aedora until we reach the front. And I urge your war departments to immediately begin meetings, in person or over some form of secure communication, once my forces are over the border, engaging the Aedorans, and moving up north to the front."

The Empress coughed once and then said, "Forgive me for my haste, but I hope these are all that we shall discuss about. The more time we spend talking, the less time my forces have to move quickly to assist you and to contribute to the coalition of forces opposing the Edomites and their allies."
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Shona, Solisia

"Your eagerness will be reported to Her Ascendancy," Matriarch Orlena said with a small smile. "Brief and to the point, admirable qualities in an ally. I will return to Bryn Tegna with these documents Your Majesty, and I am certain that our Matriarchy of War will be in contact before hostilities begin. Then military minds will decide how best to proceed."

She stood up, and bowed.

"It has been a pleasure Your Majesty. Your decision today will strike a mighty blow to the center of New Edomite power in the region, and change our world for the better."
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Operation Exquisite Pain: Phase 1


Entrylli, Aedora Province
The Feminist Empire of Deadora


The evening that the new orders arrived from Bryn Tegna was a hectic one. Fortunately for the Matriarch of War they had finally gathered all of the necessary bodies and resources into one place. Unfortunately, they now all needed to be moved out immediately. In truth is was a blessing in disguise, as it gave the troops more to do than grumble about low rations and field conditions.

In the dead of night, just after midnight, the 4th and 5th Imperial Army Groups were roused after a very brief rest to initiate the operation. Tents and bivouacs were torn down, vehicles topped off with fuel, soldiers loaded into trucks and APCs. Officers strode among the enlisted and the conscripts, yelling harshly and dealing out liberal beatings against anyone perceived to be slacking off, at times roughly shoving them into line or into their transports. Larger tracked vehicles, particularly the tanks, had already been loaded onto train cars in preparation for the move south to Heldyn, but now their crews needed to be loaded as well. Harsh floodlights and the headlights of trucks and equipment were the only light that could be seen by, and more than a few injuries occurred in the confusion of the deployment. These were mostly ignored, soldiers left to tend to their own wounds unless they were judged to be near-fatal.

The divisions of the 4th IAG left the encampment first. The first train slowly departed the station, laden with tanks and supplies, whistle blowing loudly into the night. Then the convoys of trucks began to move down the highway, the sparse remaining civilian traffic forced off onto the shoulder to make way for line after line of army vehicles. Heavier equipment would be transported either by train or, in the case of a single column, would travel down the relatively clear countryside next to the highway.

Meanwhile, the divisions of the 5th IAG took a different route. Lacking any armor or heavy equipment aside from artillery, the trucks of the 5th took the road directly south, heading for the port city of Nasadi. Long convoys departed Entrylli carrying load after load of troops and supplies destined for that city.

Once the operation was underway, there was a moment of peace for the soldiers of the Deadoran army. There was not expected to be any enemy resistance in either of their first destinations, but Aedoran scouts had been detected just outside of their city lines. Soon enough there would be plenty of fighting to be had.

After two hours or so had passed, both columns were close to their destinations. It was around that time, nearly three in the morning, that the women and men in the convoys could hear a dull roar slowly overpowering the noise from the engines and the creak of their vehicles. The roar started in the north, and grew louder and louder until it drowned out nearly every other noise. Air Command was opening the first kills of the war.



The Skies Above Aedora

Over one hundred aircraft flew at mid-range altitude over the broad, open expanse of the Aedoran plains. They were spread out into individual flights of four, each flight of bombers destined for a different target. They had the skies entirely to themselves, and expected no resistance, but ahead of the bombers were five flights of Mig-29M's acting as a precautionary escort.

Above the encroaching war planes flew a single Beriev A-50 AWACS. Inside, the crew were hard at work coordinating the signals from 20 AAI RQ-7 Shadow UAVs that had been launch several hours previously. They already had a list of targets across southern Aedora that had been determined by satellite imagery, human intelligence, and previous flights. Now they would assist the bombers by painting these targets with RADAR, prioritizing two flights with direct assistance while feeding data to the remainder. Those two flights required the protection of the AWACs, because their primary targets were identified Aedoran SAM missile batteries.

From the cockpit of her MIg-29M Lieutenant Caprica V'lok looked out over the mostly black expanse before her. The moon and stars lit up the night sky above, while below electric lights could be seen only in small clusters here and there. Her RADAR was operational and sweeping the ground ahead of her, feeding data across the shared battle space.

Suddenly an electronic warning pinged in her ear and flew up on her HUD. Her heart leapt to her throat, her blood racing through her veins. The voice of her Squadron Leader came over the radio, clear and calm.

"Enemy AA is live, prepare countermeasures. All Madcat flights make for the deck."

They had expected this, the fighters had flown ahead to draw the SAM fire away from the bombers. But the situation was tense. Her bird screamed that the enemy missile had RADAR lock. In a well practiced motion, she and the other three pilots of her flight hung left and dropped altitude, spewing flares while their electronics attempted to confound the missiles with jamming signals. The missiles screamed in, and for a few seconds the world around her was flashes of light, the terrifying ping of metal on metal and a horrific shuddering.

She pulled out of her dive and did a visual check while her radio buzzed.

"Madcat 6, Madcat 6, I'm hit! I'm hit!" "No visual and Madcat 2, someone confirm." "Madcat 4 here, my rudder is sticking, I think I've been damaged."

As the MiG squadron assessed its damage, streaks of fire began to light up the sky all around them. A hundred missiles, all bearing down on their targets. Far into the black landscape, bright flashes of white and red fire began to billow up in plumes.

"Madcat 6, bailing out!"

The words brought her back to the present. Madcat 6 was in her flight, her responsibility. Her other flight-sisters were still in the air, but it seemed that the squadron had lost at least two other planes.

"Stay frosty Madcat 6, we'll see you at the base."

"Roger that Lieutenant!"

She leveled her craft and began to gain altitude, watching the light show in front of her. Another round of streaks filled the sky, another hundred missiles lancing toward their targets. She noticed now that not all of the missiles appeared to be impacting, some were detonating in the air. Aedoran missile defenses weren't supposed to be that sophisticated. It was troubling, but appeared not to matter. There were no other SAM launches, those batteries had been struck first and with deadly precision.

"Madcat 7 Madcat 8, stick to me. Continue RADAR sweep and watch for enemy signals."

Minutes passed, and a third flight of missiles raced out now seeking different targets. Southern Aedora was being devastated, even in the darkness smoke could be seen rising from areas of the landscape, like mist lit by the white light of the moon. The city of Fallows, now visible as a cluster of lights below and ahead of her, saw more than one missile trail slam into it.

Suddenly Caprica's RADAR picked up a new group of signals. Missile launches again, but this time from a location that hadn't been identified. She rushed to the radio.

"Madcat 5 here, I'm picking up missile launch. Painting the origin point now."

Even as she spoke she knew that it was too late. Off to her 3 o'clock there were spectacular explosions as unprepared Tu-22M strike bombers failed to throw off the RADAR locked on to them. But the retribution of the Deadorans was swift. The site of the launch was soon brightly lit by multiple missile impacts.

"Fucking Aedoran," she muttered to herself fiercely. They deserved everything that was coming to them.

The Deadoran planes, less of them than had been originally predicted, began to bank and return north to Revin AFB. The first strike had been launched.



Kehrahn-Deadora Border

Army Matriarch Saldeinna D'Broh looked at her watch, marking the time. Hours ago, she had ordered some changes in the line the held the border across from the Kehrahni. The multiple rocket launchers attached to each Armored and Mechanized division had been ordered forward to the front of the line at each of their established points, alongside both mobile and towed 122mm howitzers. The 62nd Regiment of Artillery attached to the 1st Army Group had been brought forward as well, grouped at the point on the line that led the shortest distance from Sturgis to Kehrahn city from the north.

Her new orders were extremely clear. The defensive strategy was to be abandoned. The 1st Imperial Army Group would launch an attack on the Kehrahn border at precisely 3am, the same time that the first wave of bombers was scheduled to fire its missiles into Aedoran targets. The attempted coup in Kehrahn City was not an opportunity that Jacqueline Thrall intended to squander, and at this point war with New Edom was seen as inevitable.

Most of the Western Air Command was busy with the initial phase against Aedora, so without immediate air support Matriarch D'Broh had decided to initiate her attack with a lengthy artillery bombardment of the enemy line. If Deadoran intelligence was correct, the Kehrahnii were starving and barely holding morale together as it was. She intended to demoralize them before sending in the tanks.

At exactly 3 o'clock, a message was sent electronically from the Calla-Gold Palace to the royal complex in Kehrahn City, addressed to Matriarch Vang. It was from the Matriarch Empress, praising Vang for her loyalty and for her most fitting tribute, and accepting her terms. Any Kehrahnii who surrendered, it said, would be spared, and when Vang bore her neck personally for Jacqueline Thrall she would be rewarded with land, titles, and command of her choosing.

Also at 3 o'clock, Matriarch D'Broh gave the order to her Division Matriarchs to commence their bombardments. All across the line, rockets streaked high into the air one after the other, scorching the earth behind their launchers, while howitzers fired four, at times five 122mm rounds a minute at the enemy lines. They would sustain this fire for five minutes, or until the MRLS required reloading.
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Official Communique of the Feminist Empire of Deadora



TO: Minister of Defense of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Percival Mercer; Secretary of War of the Empire of Solisia, Agustín Muñoz Grandes
FROM: Matriarch of War, Errisyn D'Teyn
ENCRYPTION: Coalition Communications Channel



Dear Ministers,

I am writing to inform you that we have launched our first strike against the rebels in Aedora and Kehrahn. We expect retaliation from the Shrailleeni and New Edom to be swift in coming. Therefore, we have an initial request as well as the need to discuss broad strategy to find victory in this conflict.

There is a present and urgent need to prevent the Shrailleeni Empire from attempting any landings in support of the Aedoran insurrection, particularly from the port facilities at Eluria. If necessary we are prepared to destroy the port, but we would prefer not to resort to this measure. The city itself is in rebel hands and targeted to be secured by elements of the Deadoran army, with assistance from Solisia if required.

The threat posed by New Edomite and Shrailleeni naval elements will be evaluated over the coming 24 hours. However, it is suggested that the Imperial Navy of Vionna-Frankenlisch deploy to the waters near Eluria to converge with elements of the Deadoran 1st and 2nd fleets to coordinate the defense of the western coastline. If no attack is found to be incoming, then I strongly suggest that our combined naval elements move to destroy the enemy's presence in the Dengali area. This will secure our shipping and supply lines and ensure that our vessels and troops can move freely across the south of the continent. Joint operational command will be established at the Eluria meeting point.

On the ground, Solisian forces are at liberty to cross the border along the coastal rail lines that lead to Torrebyn and Charyuo. This should be considered hostile territory and Solisian army elements are at leave to engage with lethal force any of the enemy that they encounter. Solisian forces are also at leave to initiate the creation of corridors through the southern jungle, but are asked to utilize defoliating elements only to clear these paths or in defense of Solisian forces. The Solisian army should concentrate on the capture of the cities of Torrebyn and Charyuo as primary objectives, as well as control of the surrounding areas. Civilian casualties are to be kept to an acceptable minimum within the cities, the countryside is to be considered entirely hostile. For the time being, operational command in the south of Aedora will remain separate.

The request to land elements of the Solisian army at the port facilities at Vellin' Jou has also been granted. These are to travel with all haste north to Entrylli. From there they shall be deployed west to the Kehrahn border where necessary. Once these forces have arrived at Entrylli, it is requested that overall operational command be given to the Deadoran 1st Imperial Army Group.

Finally, there is a need within the Deadoran armed forces for rations. It is requested that if either the Solisian or Vionna-Frankenlisch militaries can spare rations that these be delivered to Deadoran command with all haste.

If either of you gentlemen have questions or concerns, now is the time to raise them. I am aware that both of your militaries are engaged in operations in Ayaca at this time, and I regret that Deadora cannot offer assistance on that front. Perhaps when we have secured our lands that position will change.

With honor,
Errisyn D'Teyn
Matriarch of War
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Sat Oct 05, 2019 9:51 am

Officical Despatch of the Imperial Military of Vionna-Frankenlisch


To: Matriarch of War, Errisyn D'Teyn
From: Percival Mercer, Minister of Defence
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Matriarch,

We would be most glad to support our new ally in alleviating some of the needs discussed. The Imperial Grand Fleet, having just set out from Briceport, is in a suitable position to sail immediately for Deadora under the command of Romulus Admiral S. Geronimo. An Order of Battle for this force will be attached. Further, Submarine Command will soon be in a position to put out to sea, if this would provide any support. The Grand Fleet will join up with the Deadoran Navy at Eluria. Further, the Reserve Fleet, presently en route to Ayaca, can be rerouted to Deadora to join in the efforts. This would concentrate the full might of the Imperial Navy's surface forces in one place to join the fight.

His Imperial Majesty's Government is presently in discussion with the United States of Balion as to how they will support the Imperial war effort, as they are the closest part of the Empire to Deadora. I find it almost certain that President Walker, under the guidance of Governor-General Lord Klauberg, will provide a great deal of assistance. We are currently in the process of requesting the support of their fleet which I hope will be available in time to join the fight.

We would further like to request the approval of the Feminist Empire to allow us to base certain squadrons of the Imperial Air Service in Deadora to support ground and naval operations. Further, the dispatch of an Imperial Expeditionary Force to Deadora is high on our list of priorities, we would request permission to send this as well.

As for the ration situation. The Kingdom of Vionna is rich in agriculture and I'm certain that measures can be taken to assure that Vionnan foodstuffs find their way to the Feminist Empire to support the war effort. I will make sure that the Department of Agriculture is made aware of the needs of the Coalition and that appropriate courses of action are taken. Until such time as proper measures can be established, the Imperial Supply Office will be instructed to set half a million IREs (Issue, Ration, Edible) aside for shipment to Deadora.

Finally, I would recommend that the Feminist Empire contact the Cossack Khanate. They are a stout ally of Vionna-Frankenlisch and are likely to be a strong part of this Coalition.

If any other subjects need addressing do not hesitate to contact.

I have the honour to be,
Percival Mercer,
Minister of Defence


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Chella was a very interesting woman. Her thinly veiled threats and constant philosophy had caught Murat unawares but evidently the Duke of Darlington was too intrigued to be worried. He raised an eyebrow at the Mother Empress' insights on motherhood but smiled and bowed his head when she addressed him personally.

"But perhaps you are in a position to explain to me why your sovereign, King James, wishes to start a war that endangers the lives of my children?" The Mother Empress inquired.

"His Imperial Majesty wishes no war, your Enlightened Majesty," Spears replied before Murat could even talk, "On the contrary, he has only wished for peace and understanding since this terrible affair began. The King is a most passionate man, who sometimes lets his emotions and love for his people get ahead of him. He wishes no war with Shrailleen, as a matter of fact, I believe he admires the Enlightened Matriarchy."

Murat spoke up. "Nobody in the Empire wishes a war, least of all the King. If the situation takes us there, however, you may be assured that His Imperial Majesty will fight it out. I believe the Empire and the Imperial Government will back him to the hilt."

"That is to say," Spears assured the Mother Empress, "That the King will fight New Edom to the finish if it comes to it. He wishes no conflict with Shrailleen, however, for which he has great respect."
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KEHRAHN


The Train

The train was a long affair, nearly four km long, stretching out along the dusty, hard landscape, and as it moved people from local towns and villages tried to flag it down. Women with bare cracked feet, wrapped in loose ragged linen, waved sticks and farm tools in anger or desperation. It passed fleeting sights of women and men butchering scrawny oxen where they had died in their traces. It passed chaotic encampments of refugees who were fleeing the north. Trucks perilously laden with people, livestock, furniture, banged and rattled along roads cloudy with clouds of grit. Hundreds gathered at wells in ragged tents, rusty vehicles, to protect them and also afraid not to gather there lest the pipelines be cut off. Vast stretches of ground cracked and pitted like an old woman's face lay abandoned.

Colonel Elia Phalarion had, on the orders of War Matriarch Vang, seized the train with 200 troops and turned it around, moving precious food, clean water and fuel south towards the capital. Her blue eyes held excitement as she moved fie length of the train, inspecting the secured sections, and inspecti :idea: ng to make sure that the machine gun, mortar, and recoiled rifle nests were secure.

When they had captured the train, they found a number of female crew, outnumbered by male labourers and gelded. "Shoot these women, and every fifth man," Phalarion had ordered.

"But Colonel, begged one of the engineers, falling to her knees and baring her neck, " We are only obeying our instructions."

"And I am obeying mine," restored Phalarion, shooting her between the eyes. "Be glad of your easy deaths, that my schedule is tight."

After disposing of the bodies, they got underway. A screening force of two Motor Rifle companies blocked off access to the route to prevent Jada's traitors from regaining the supply train,, and it sped southward.

The Kehrahn-Deadora Border


Apart from sentries and scout units out on ambush and forward observer positions, the bases were asleep. Tired, malnourished troops slept in huddles. Here and there, squad mates whispered or had fierce quiet sex.

. Army Matriarch Orveto, a tough, leather woman, had, with her officers, pledged her loyalty unto death to the House of Aiadi, and she and her senior officers had established a plan. The one thing that they had more of than Deadora was fuel. They could, therefore, better afford to deploy helicopters, and so the plan was to draw in the enemy, then hit one zone of the enemy Army Group with artillery, then strike with a joint mech-armorvdrive and air assault attack to turn the enemy flank and seize the initiative.

Jada had focused her propaganda efforts on getting the troops to realize that Deadora was unjustly stealing food, that Deadora had betrayed feminist sisterhood, and would show no mercy. This had struck a chord, but, nevertheless, hundreds of desertions were taking place every day.

In a shelter protected by piles of neatly stacked rocks, made of brick and stone, Jad stripped that evening, and a gelded began to soap and wash her body. She stood in a big tin basin, water poured over her from a jug. The gelded, like a machine, did not meet her eyes, focusing on washing each sleek expanse of skin as well as every nook and cranny.

"My Queen, are you decent?" asked Alessia Crendro, her guard commander.

"I am not. Come on in," replied Jada.

Crendro entered the room, just wearing a pair of small skivvies and a breast band. She was carrying a bottle. "Red Dog, my Queen?"

"Rape a duck, where'd you get that?" Epexclaimed Jada, pausing to spread dark wet tendrils from her face,making magnificent bosoms stick out. Crendro's eyes gleamed in appreciation. "The town nearby had a locked down shop that had not been looted or burned. I I took it and spared the lives of the owner and her family."

"You're just a big smile don cub," laughed Jada. "Give it here."

Crendro found two glasses and poured each a dose of the liquor. "Death to Jacqeline Thrall?"

"Death to Jacqueline Thrall." agreed Jada. They clinked glasses and drank the fiery, warming liquid.

Once they had drunk, Jada yanked her guard commander's fair hair and pulled it back, biting and tonguing the threat as she reached for the tie of the breastband.

In the hours before dawn, the night was shattered by explosions, so that it seemed to sentries and forward observers that a great line of giant lamps suddenly lit up, followed by by a gale like noise of shells crashing down.Buildings, tent encampments, vehicles, rock Defense were hi. Sleeping women were yanked awake. Tents and women were jellied. Those in the periphery were shutting and pissing themselves with fear.

Metal and stone fragments maimed women running to defensive trenches. Soldiers had heads torn open, had hot debris pepper their bodies so that they fell shrieking in agony. Limbs were ripped off like a giant was tearing at them like a hungry farmer with chickens.

Others were permanently or temporarily deafened. They ran like mice in little circles, confused by the smoke and explosions and being wakened to hell on Earth. They wept, cried out nonsensical gibbering, they tried to burrow into the grounds, tearing nails in frantic desperation.

Queen Jada ran naked from her shelter with Crendro to a trench.she was horrified. She was used to knife and sword fights for status, hunting, and had been in a few low key actions, hunting rebels, brigands, or Dengali warlord troops. She crouched with others, arms instinctively protecting her genitals.

Army Matriarch Orveto, however, was talking on the radio to a forward observation team. She was ordering them to use counter battery radar to pinpoint concentrations of enemy fire. She was ordering the helicopter assault regiment, to the rear, to scramble, ordering the two armour egiments to get ready to counterattack. And she was advising their liaison officer with the Magna Lacuna Military District of the general enemy staffing area.

Orveto grinned fiercely at her Queen. "Now we will see if those patriarchs come through, my Queen. Have I your leave to continue to prepare the counterattack?"

It was only years and breeding of the arrogance, pride and courage of her House that kept Jada from cowering at each blast. For a Kehrani woman of high blood truly had to prefer death to dishonour. She kept her chin high, and snapped, "Dagger."

Orveto, without hesitation, drew her dagger and handed it to her by the hilts. Jada took it, and slashed her own arm. "By this blood shed upon these lands of my ancestors, I will die here or they will. " she stared around fierce as her falcons. "Begin the counter attack, Matriarch, and make this clear: not one Deadorans who has dared cross of frontier will return alive."
"The three articles of Civil Service faith: it takes longer to do things quickly, it's far more expensive to do things cheaply, and it's more democratic to do things in secret." - Jim Hacker "Yes Minister"

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