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SUMMARY: No real action. Letting you know I'm here, however infrequently."So what you're saying, soldier, is that the Hyperboreans are off away from Nang?" Korstokk asked the surveillance officer.
"Yes sir."
"Far away from civilians or other things that would constitute unwanted collateral damage?"
"Yes sir."
Korstokk grinned a wicked, sharp-toothed grin and threw open the doors leading from his office to the comm office.
"Get me on the line with Mel'Kat. I have an idea."
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"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
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OOC: Ah, sorry, waiting for Jeroen to respond. Oh well. It's time to 24 hour him again.
No backstory. Jeroen - your Cruisers take minor damage, but are still fairly usable. Your battleship is at 50% weaponry capacity, and limping (needs repairs to be sea worthy after it makes port). Your forces limp back to Port Vincent. I'm not so mean as to 24 hour you a third time, and (I think) lowered potential damage in this one. Your Carrier and Sub are sunk from last post, but your planes probably get back to Port Vincent fine (unless they stay with Scott? Up to you when you return).
Summary:My fleet goes back to Bryden. The two carriers are waiting for Fides to fly his planes on them - the fleet stays in a defensive position around the carriers when the planes get near, then all continue to Bryden. Once they've refuled/stocked, regular patrols round Nang will recommence. They're keeping their electronic ears open for signs of Monty's fleet, Vilhelm (since no one else can tell me if I'm likely to stumble on him).
Ground stuff still on reasonably high alert.
No backstory. Jeroen - your Cruisers take minor damage, but are still fairly usable. Your battleship is at 50% weaponry capacity, and limping (needs repairs to be sea worthy after it makes port). Your forces limp back to Port Vincent. I'm not so mean as to 24 hour you a third time, and (I think) lowered potential damage in this one. Your Carrier and Sub are sunk from last post, but your planes probably get back to Port Vincent fine (unless they stay with Scott? Up to you when you return).
Summary:My fleet goes back to Bryden. The two carriers are waiting for Fides to fly his planes on them - the fleet stays in a defensive position around the carriers when the planes get near, then all continue to Bryden. Once they've refuled/stocked, regular patrols round Nang will recommence. They're keeping their electronic ears open for signs of Monty's fleet, Vilhelm (since no one else can tell me if I'm likely to stumble on him).
Ground stuff still on reasonably high alert.
Andreas
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
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Re: Official War Thread
Summary: Braden's forces arrive in Ura'Bos. No sign of Captain Scutarius, no word from Chris.The Limnoreia and her sister ships were transports designed to dock at a seaport and unload. It was true that tenders and barges could be used to unload men and materiel, but this was not the preferred method, and as such, the little fleet found itself comfortably docked on the edge of the ruined city.
This was not the time for a military parade, as much as Braden might have wanted to hold one. The AA guns and their operators were the first to disembark; this had been a highly-stressed point in the docking strategy meeting Braden had held with his staff the day prior. The troops fairly evacuated the ships, swiftly, platoon by platoon; tanks, and other necessaries following quickly after. Braden observed all of this from the bridge of the Limnoreia, he and his staff being the last to exit.
Braden repeatedly checked his pocket-watch and fidgeted as the troops unloaded. He was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, to quote a Sylvanian saying, expecting any moment to hear the fearful drone of Babkhan airplanes, followed by the mournful whistle of falling missiles and the inevitable explosions that followed. He insisted that the whole operation be done swiftly--he had demanded this, even when he was sure that the peacekeeping fleet under Captain Scutarius was going to arrive on time--and that his forces be garrisoned as quickly as possible with those of Commander Leghorn. Now, though, he did not see Antican warships bobbing reassuringly in the bay, as he had hoped, and the only defense against an aerial attack on the city would be the hastily-prepared AA guns and whatever pot-shots the Naval Infantry and Home Guardsmen could manage.
It was done, finally, and Braden had yet to sense the marshalling of the heathen host. Therefore, he descended the gangway, and, at the head of his staff, marched up a path in the middle of his assembled force, until he met Foghorn, and grasped his hand.
Foghorn smiled. "Don't see Scutarius anywhere."
"I don't want to talk about it," Braden sighed. "It seems these sailors have a penchant for being anywhere but where they're supposed to be."
Foghorn shrugged. "Well, I just hope he hasn't gotten himself killed," he said, referring to Chris.
"Yes..." Braden's voice trailed off. Nick could tell he was worried; one can often sense one's own emotions in others. "Neither have we--yet," Braden continued, with a wary look toward the heavens. "Nonetheless, though I do appreciate the pains you've all taken to re-secure this place, might we not have better cover in Sun City?"
"Heh," Foghorn chuckled, "you're worried."
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Re: Official War Thread
The KymothoÄ“ conducts rescue operations for survivors of the sinking of the EnyÅ and the ThoÅsa. The GalÄ“nÄ“ struggles to stay afloat, casualties still unknown. Naval Infantrymen are being shuffled aboard their transport ships in order to free one up in order to house all of the survivors.Antican Destroyer KymothoÄ“
Ariston Melanthius scratched at his cheek. He could feel the roughness of facial hair that needed to be shaved. It was according to uniform regulations to do so, along with general expectations. Farmers were scruffy, not Officers. But Ariston could remember from legend, when Antikos mourned the death of his wife after she had born Althaia. He saw it as disrespectful to go about keeping up a clean-cut appearance, and he let his facial hair grow until the new moon, when he spread her ashes into the sea. Ariston could understand the sentiment. It was, in a way, worse for him. He didn't even know whether his sister was alive or dead, simply that she had yet to be found in either state.
She may never be found, Ariston thought. Even if she survived the battering that the EnyÅ received, she probably wouldn't have had sufficient time to escape before the EnyÅ went under. Those that had made it off in time made it clear that the order to abandon ship was made only mere minutes before she went under. So far, they hadn't found anyone from the EnyÅ whose station was its command center. Not even a body. Not the Captain. Not the Commodore. Not his sister, the EnyÅ's First Lieutenant.
"Captain," Petty Officer Clarke said. Ariston turned his head to him. "Helicopter's reporting in. They're heading back to refuel and to drop off four survivors."
That came to a total 127 survivors found. Together, the EnyÅ and the ThoÅsa had 1808 aboard. At first, the KymothoÄ“'s one operational helicopter and two RHIBs were busily collecting people from the water. At this point, they were collecting stragglers, each trip out collecting less and less, coming back to refuel rather than to drop off a filled cabin.
"It's becoming a little harder." First Lieutenant Aetia said, standing next to the Captain.
"There weren't many to rescue from the onset."
An Inflatable Life Raft
"Okay, that might've been a bad idea." Christopher said. He looked from left to right. Chief Petty Officer Hadrian, First Lieutenant Lee, Lieutenant Melanthia, Petty Officer Beck, Midshipman Tully, and Captain Macarius.
"No shit." Captain Macarius said.
Christopher frowned. He was kicking himself enough. He didn't need others doing it for him. "Our main concern is figuring out where we are and where we're going."
"Yes sir!" Captain Macarius said with a full-handed salute. "Have you a sextant handy, then?"
"Captain, your sarcasm is not helping."
"I lost my ship because of you! I mean what the hell were you thinking!?"
"You were the Captain. You ought to have made the necessary orders to defend your ship."
"Don't you even try to argue that this was my fault! And all you told the destroyers to do was to follow the carrier and await further orders--"
"That's because I didn't expect that the Lovelians would turn around and come back at us--"
"--They knew where we were before we even got that gallant charge of ours to full speed--"
"--if it weren't for that, we would have been ready, with our planes in the air and our destroyers ready--"
"--They could have been ready if you issued clear and proper orders--"
"--Gentleman!"
Everyone quieted and turned to look at Lt Melanthia.
"We don't need to quarrel over the past. It's already gone." She said, looking at them. A wisp of wind tossed some of her wavy brown hair in front of her face. She then added, "we have a breeze."
"So we do." Christopher said. He looked up at the sky, then looked down to meet the Lieutenant's eyes, and could sense that they both had just come to the same conclusion. He unbuttoned his tunic and pulled it off. "Everyone, your uniforms. Let's see about fashioning ourselves a sail. Hadrian, Beck, see about getting that PVC pipe there loose. Mr Tully, find something we can use for a needle. Lieutenants, some thread, if you please..."
The Kymothoē continues southeast to Solaria Island, accompanied by ships transporting the men and equipment of the Second Naval Infantry Battalion.Antican Destroyer Kymothoē
"Captain..."
"Yes, Petty Officer?" Ariston said, looking up from his seat at PO Clarke.
"Orders in from Captain Scutarius. We're to escort the Naval Infantry transports to Solaria Island, where we will rendezvous with the rest of the group. Together, we will be providing support to the Antican forces massing there. The Destroyer Galēnē and the Transport Corona will ferry survivors back to New Brannum for their eventual transfer back to the core territory."
Ariston sighed. The last helicopter sweep of the area only found one person. The current sweep had yet to report in finding anyone at all. There were no more stragglers to be found. The rest must have gone down with their ships. "May Ino comfort the spirits of the fallen... and guide those left unfound to safety."
PO Clarke relayed commands to the other ships, and they began to reorganized themselves. "Sir, Helicopter's radioing in. Lt Argyrius says that he's found an unconscious pilot in a Lovelian flightsuit."
Captain Melanthius cleared his throat, and then said. "Bring him in. Have the marines take our 'guest' to the brig."
The GalÄ“nÄ“, now stabilized, begins the long trip home with the Corona carrying the survivors from the EnyÅ and the ThoÅsa.
The Halimēdē, Doto, and Menippē approach Solaria Island from the north, accompanied by elements of the Sylvanian Home Guard aboard transport ships.
EDIT: Fixed for accuracy.
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Re: Official War Thread
Somewhere in the depths of the FIoJ Fist Omen-Class gravship, holding position just over the mainland of Redoubt Island south of the Interland border.
A pleasant female voices said, “Fire alert. This is only a drill; repeat this is a fire alert drill. All sector bulkhead doors are being sealed. Please follow the predetermined fire alert protocols. Repeat; this is a fire alert drill.†And then of course came the klaxon alarm sirens and the flashing lights. Sure enough, Harvey was right that they’d go off in emergency situations.
“Damn,†Areuhat swore as they both skidded to a stop in an empty corridor. “Nickleson must be on to us. There’s no other reason for a fire drill other than to seal the sector doors.â€
“Do you think they know where we are or what we’re doing?†Harvey asked.
She shook her head, “Doubtful. But they must have realized we’re up to something. Sealing the sector bulkhead doors stops us form getting wherever we need to go, all right. We’re still at least three sectors from the docking bays and General Nicholas’s troops.â€
Harvey asked, “The garrison quarters and the docking bays are in the same sector, right?†Areuhat nodded. “Good, that gives me an idea. We need to find a radio.â€
“What are you doing? Nickleson can control all outgoing broadcasts from the bridge. We won’t be able to call for help.â€
“I have no intention of calling for help.â€
“Then you want to talk to Nickleson?â€
“No, General Nicholas.â€
Areuhat looked annoyed. “I don’t think he’ll be able to help us anymore. Nickleson reacted too swiftly to our disappearance. With his access to the captain’s override and all the bulkhead doors closed, even with a small army we won’t be able to retake the bridge.â€
Harvey sighed. Areuhat was extremely fast about some things, extremely slow on others that simply didn’t fit into her worldview. He explained, “I’m not trying to get his help. I’m trying to tell him to get out and spread the word of what’s happened here.â€
She considered that for a moment. “Fair enough,†she said finally, then pointed. “There’s a radio room right up ahead. We should be able to send a transmission through the entire craft.â€
The radio room was empty, not an uncommon occurrence in the bowels of the huge craft. Picking up the radio, Harvey eyed it and said, “I probably only have a few seconds before Nickleson cuts the transmission. Well, here goes… “
“This is President Harvey.†Immediately, Harvey’s own words came booming back through the loudspeakers and echoing down the halls. “Nickleson has taken over the Omen using force. Advise for all allied forces to leave via emergency procedures before you are detained or killed. Nick, that means you! I will stay on board to try to secure the situation.†At the word “will,†the booming stopped, the radio dead.
“You got off more than I thought you would have,†Areuhat said mildly. “And it’s probably for the best the part about your own plans got cut off."
“Yeah. Let’s hope it was worth it. Good luck, Nick. Bring in the cavalry,†Harvey said quietly, closing his eyes for a second in a gesture that was almost a prayer.
FIoJ Fist Command Bridge
“Only minor damage to one of the docking bays and some of the surrounding guns, sir, but damage is damage,†one of Nickleson’s crewmen was reporting.
“Damn,†Nickleson swore. “The anti-missile defenses on this thing are considerably worse than I feared. Still, we seem to be taking the hits fairly well.â€
Another crewmen asked, “Any word on President Harvey’s medical condition?â€
“No,†Nickleson replied, perhaps a bit too soon. “Or, rather, it seems to be somewhat serious. We’ve put him on strict bed rest for some time. No visitors allowed. He needs his rest.â€
“I hope he’s okay,†came a voice.
“This is President Harvey,†came a deep booming voice.â€
“JAM ALL TRANSMISSIONS! NOW!†Nickleson barked.
“Nickleson has taken over the Omen using force. Advise for all allied forces to leave via emergency procedures before you are detained or killed.â€
“Sir?†one of the technicians asked, looking at Nickleson.
“Jam all transmissions on board the Omen. That’s an ORDER, soldier!†he yelled.
“Nick, that means you! I will-“ Abruptly the words faded away, still echoing in everyone’s ears.
A technician uselessly said, “All radio transmissions have been cut, sir.â€
Nickleson was red with fury. “Scorch. To PRH with them… okay, looks like the ‘sick captain’ routine is out. Time for the backup plan.†He nodded to a security guard, who raised his weapon. “You are now on a permanent shift. Anyone who fails to obey orders or leave his post will be shot and replaced. Is that quite clear?â€
The crew stared back at him, stunned and silent.
Summary: all allied forces on the Omen have been alerted to the situation by Harvey and are advised to leave immediately by any method of escape. Harvey and Areuhat are cut off but relatively safe deep within the bowels of the craft. Nickleson’s cover has been blown to the crew and he is now using force to maintain control of the bridge; it seems likely he will take further drastic steps in the very near future.
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Summary:"In we go."
The planes went into steep dives, levelling out just before they landed and coming to a smooth stop.
"Welcome" Said the Capitan, "you lot seem to have the same attitude as Fides."
"Thank you," Said Fides, "I do like to fly these a bit..."
"Lord," The Capitan keeled, "If there's anything..."
"Sorry," Said Fides, "Must dash..."
And with that, Fides jumped into the ocean.
I land on Andreas carriers, and then go for a swim. My planes go wherever andreas takes them
It didn't fit in my avatar...
Re: Official War Thread
OOC: Chris, you've got second battalion. But close enough. See you in Ura'Bos (OOB-3?)chrimigules wrote: The Kymothoē continues southeast to Solaria Island, accompanied by ships transporting the men and equipment of the First Naval Infantry Battalion.
The GalÄ“nÄ“, now stabilized, begins the long trip home with the Corona carrying the survivors from the EnyÅ and the ThoÅsa.
The Halimēdē, Doto, and Menippē approach Solaria Island from the north, accompanied by elements of the Sylvanian Home Guard aboard transport ships.
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Tephi Ara Gal Sekion, sick in bed while General Scussion commanded the Paladins, had a dream.
Around a rock in a stream, a horde of sparrows fought ferociously. Above them all hovered a huge golden eagle. Occasionally it would dart into the fray and snap some unlucky sparrow in two, but mostly it was content to simply hover in majesty.
Along the banks sat the gods Meskan and Sakat, watching the fight. As the birds continued their squabble, Meskan's face slowly tilted up into a smile; Sakat's features twisted more and more into a scowl, until suddenly he hovered into the air, extended a tentacle, grabbed the eagle, and squeezed with all his might. He spoke a word like an incantation.
"Nickleson," incanted Sakat.
In the god's grasp, the suffocating eagle turned blacker and blacker, until it was a dire raven. Sakat released his stranglehold. The raven cawed loudly, and then plunged into the sparrows below, ripping them apart until the rock was stained with blood and feathers.
Tephi awoke in a cold sweat.
General Scussion held his council of war with Aere, Tiethi, and Raiki.
"First of all," he reported, "our commander is still sick in bed."
"An ill omen," muttered Tiethi.
"You've heard the news?" asked Scussion, surprised.
Tiethi looked confused.
"The Omen. It's withdrawn from its battle with the Batavians."
"But," said Aere, "that's excellent news. Now the Batavians can aid us here!"
"Except," said Scussion, "I've been talking with the Ministry in Shirekeep. The chatter from the Nelagan side is getting downright weird. If I didn't know better, I'd say they'd lost contact with the Omen."
"How can you lose contact with a mile-long floating fortress?" asked Aere.
"I don't know," said Scussion. "But I have a bad feeling about this."
Raiki cleared his throat.
"I would never ask you or your men to risk your lives needlessly again like you did for that sentry mission..." Scussion began.
"We are Snowfox Lot," said Raiki, with stung pride. "You don't need to ask. We know from Batavian reports that General Nicholas is on board the Omen. I and my men will do scouting runs of his base in Nova Kajar to see what information we can glean. If the Omen is out of commission, it's important that the Batavians know about it."
"Don't get yourself killed," said Scussion. It was as close to teary-eyed as he ever got.
Summary: Tephi is sick. Scussion is in command. The Paladins hear rumors about trouble on the Omen and are sending a few spies to see what information on the Omen they can gleam from the Novan camp. The archaeological team has found some odd glowing stones, and is going to launch a more comprehensive expedition later. Otherwise, general fortification and wariness.Sorri Prinion was in a war zone, crouched on hands and knees beneath ten meters of solid rock, and having the time of his life.
"Okay," he told the three men following him on his little expedition. "We should be about six hundred meters from the tunnel entrance right now, and we've gone down about ten meters. So far we haven't encountered any major obstructions except that rock fall an hour back, so if we keep this pace going, by the time we're a kilometer in the sun will be down. I don't think any of us expected the tunnel to be quite this long."
His colleagues grunted their agreement.
"I suggest we return to camp for the night and gather some extra food and sleeping bags. We'll return here tomorrow with enough supplies to spend two or three days in the tunnels and then get back out again."
"You mean we've got to worry about the Novans again?"
The biggest problem with the expedition thus far hadn't been the cave-ins Sorri feared. It had been the constant worry that a Novan patrol or helicopter would spot them in between the Paladin camp and the tunnel entrance. So far, it had proven unfounded, but they never knew.
"The Novans are a risk we have to take. We'll just need to go in and out again one more time."
"Hey," said one of the expedition members. "Is it just me, or is it starting to get a little lighter ahead?"
"Impossible," said Sorri. "We're nowhere near the surface." But he did have to admit that, aside from their torches, the atmosphere seemed less oppressively black.
"Look!" said a colleague. "One of those glowing rock things!"
"Hey!" said another. "There are a whole bunch of them over here."
The rocks seemed to be arranged in a pattern, although Sorri couldn't have said exactly what the pattern was. It reminded him of a computer circuit-board, in some odd way.
"Take a sample," he said, "and we'll bring it back to camp. I have a feeling the next few days will be very interesting."
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Summary: Scott and I agreed that since his last few scouts go onto Mount Sai'Por without being noticed, I could capture one this time. The prisoner is interrogated and reveals the trenches have stopped, and some tunnels have been found. Their significance is not really understood.Admiral Mel'Kat had arrived back in port, and Seargent at Arms Ben Gryphon had greatfully been relieved of his command of the entire defence force, and returned to a post more fitting to his rank. Mel'Kat had barely managed that, however, when two infantry men, bearing the colours of Nicholas' soldiers, came forward, bearing prisoner. The prisoner looked cowed, and stayed silent.
"We found this trying to sneak into our camp. Noticed 'em flying cross the river by helicopter patrol, and alerted the forward camp. They were all ready when these people arrived. The others escaped, but we caught him."
"And his flycycle?" Mel'Kat asked.
"Apprehended," the men replied.
Mel'Kat motioned to several of the men around him, who took the prisoner. "Thankyou very much, privates," he told Nicholas' soldiers. "I'll handle it from here." They saluted and left.
"If I may," one of the Lieutenants began, "may I organise the interrogation? You're not ... highly experienced in these matters."
"Very well," Mel'Kat replied. "But not this - this man is not Hyperborean. He must be one of their mercenaries."
"Then I have just the man to handle this," the Lieutenant said, smiling evilly, and walked off. That left the prisoner with just Mel'Kat and the two guards.
"What is your name?" Mel'Kat asked. The prisoner stayed silent. Mel'Kat did also.
There was a considerable pause, then one of the guards suggested, "You're supposed to say 'Lost your tongue, soldier?' in a condescending tone, admiral."
"Am I?" Mel'Kat said, sounding surprised.
"Standard interrogation method," the guard said. "You should probably slap him too."
"Really?" Mel'Kat said, turning his attention to the guard. That was what the prisoner had been waiting for. He pulled his head and shoulders down, almost throwing the soldiers holding him forward, then headbutted one in the chest viciously. Shaking off the other, he ran out the door ...
Only to be brought back in, moments later, by a similiar looking man. It was Konstan, the ex-mercenary who had joined the Enlightened side. He delivered the requisite semi-humorous line. "Going somewhere, Kanir?"
"Damn," Kanir spat. "You know how this goes ..."
The intervening weeks had been good for Konstan. Though he had started cynically, the number of Novatainian and Tokian forces who had soon flooded to the island convinced him these people had a serious chance. His work with the villagers had been .... oddly rewarding. Oh, and being on the side with the Omen was, in his professional opinion, a very, very good thing. All in all, he was really starting to believe in the cause and not just do it for the money. And it was for this reason he was known among the Novatainian soldiers for his work with teaching civilians to defend themselves, and for this reason he had been summoned to interrogate his old workmate.
About an hour later, and with considerably more guards around him this time than last, Konstan left Kanir and returned to the Lieutenant who had summoned him. "There's little enough to report," he told the Lieutenant. "Their orders were to investigate the camp, and try and work out what's happening."
"We didn't even need to interrogate him to know that," the Lieutenant answered, rolling his eyes. "What more have you got?"
"They've heard garbled reports about the Omen, and wanted to know if it had been rendered inoperable."
"And what of life on Provost? What of the trenches, man?" the Lieutenant asked. This was the matter that really concerned him.
"They've stopped work on the trenches, apparently," Konstan replied. "Found some tunnels or something ..."
"Tunnels going under the river?" the Lieutenant said, alarmed.
"No, down to some old Jasonian ruins or something," Konstan replied. "Totally non-military."
"You were able to find out nothing more important?" the Lieutenant asked.
"Not in this amount of time, no," Konstan replied. "I'll need more time and more prisoners to be able to try the ginger beer trick."
"Very well," the Lieutenant replied. "Go back and tell me if you get anything more solid out of him. I'll tell Mel'Kat what you've got, but apart from knowing the trenches are stopped, there's nothing too important to glean."
Konstan nodded, and paused. He was waiting for some sort of payment. Then he remembered that he was doing this for more than the money, and, after a moment more of internal struggle, left.
Summary: Andreas and Frederick cannot find Sakat, but run into his brother, Stora, by accident. Stora reveals that Sakat and Meskan are in some sort of tournament, and insinuates he set it up. Andreas vows to find Sakat and reason with him, though Frederick is not confident that will succeed ...Andreas and Frederick were still in Melangia. They hadn't found Sakat, nor any sight of him. They were going to meet with Cla'Udi - there was nothing else to do - save attempting to summon Sakat, and that, if it failed, and Sakat was indeed avoiding them, would fully alert him to their intentions. It was as they passed through Melangia, however, that Andreas bumped into one of the people passing, who had a dark cloak wrapped fully around him. Andreas would have just muttered an apology, had not the cloak been temporarily pulled down, and he recognised the eyes. "Stora!" he cried. "What are you doing here!"
Stora, the God of Stories, twin brother and arch-rival to Sakat, had been trying to hurry off. At the voice, he stopped in his tracks, turned around and came back. "Shh, not so loud," he said. "Andreas, isn't it?"
"Yes," Andreas replied. "What are you doing here, in your brother's domain?"
"Not so loud!" Stora said again. "Look, come over here." He dragged them into an alleyway, which was more private than the street they were on previously, and sighed. "I guess I have to answer your questions."
"Yes, you owe me at least that much," Andreas said. "For the third time, why are you here?"
"Just here incognito," Stora said. "Just looking. Not at all going to see Meskan ..."
He clapped his hand over his mouth, as if wishing the words would return.
"Meskan, the God of Enlightenment?" Andreas asked, casting his mind through the complex census of Cedrist gods. "Why is he here?"
"He's visiting Sakat, of course," Stora replied. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"What?" Andreas asked.
"The whole story-ness of it?" Stora replied, delighted. "A lost, practically mythical civilisation, restoring itself out of the ashes of the history books - with ancient blood-heirs and even more ancient super-weapons and all of Micras picking a side."
"Just because something is like a story, doesn't mean it wasn't historically meant to happen," Andreas said. "Much of my life has been like a story."
"But that's the beauty of it!" Stora said, delighted. "Meskan has set it up as a challenge between the two - Enlightenment/Islands vs History/Archaeology forever."
"But Sakat would never go for such a petty game ... unless ..." Andreas said.
"Oh, you're not accusing me of egging him on, are you?" said Stora, with mock protest.
"That's exactly what I'm accusing you of," Andreas replied. "Why have you set my own immortal against me?"
"Against you?" Stora said. "Ooh, I hadn't noticed that. This is even more delightful!" And then, before anyone could react, he dissapeared in a cloud of fire, lightly scorching Andreas and Frederick.
Frederick leapt forward, looking, but Andreas said, "You'll find no thread. Cedrist gods use a different kind of magic to us."
"So that was a god then," Frederick said. "Can't say I liked him much."
"He did tell us what the problem was, though," Andreas replied. "Historically unverify him and his stories. He wouldn't try such a trick if it wasn't for the fact Sakat and I beat him silly in the Kildarian Time Wars ..."
"What do we do now?" Frederick asked.
"We find Sakat and make him see reason," Andreas replied.
"You're going to reason with a god?" Frederick queried. "That's brave ..."
Andreas
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
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Re: Official War Thread
Summary: Back story once againBatavian Village
120km North East from Enhasa
Josephus noticed the frail Nuns meagre attempt to cover up her inability to stand back up again and he reluctantly held out a hand to help up her up. After doing so he sighed ‘There’s no point in standing here arguing God to this fool obviously she doesn’t understand that the fatherland’s royal family are decedents of the great and holy King John whom was appointed by the lord in order to protect and cleanse this world....’ He mumbled to himself as he walked across the still blood sodden cobblestone road that passed the village hall. The king slowly made his way back to his office in one of the houses, slowly mainly due to the sheer volume of saluting that he had to do to each passing soldier.
As he pulled open the oak door he immediately sunk down into his chair and removed his helmet. He looked at it for a moment of bemusement as he wondered why in the hell he had bovvered to put the thing on in order to speak to the Nuns... A knock at the door interrupted his moment of confusion ‘Come In!’ he bellowed out to whomever was standing on the other side of the door. The door opened as a short thin man dressed in a plain grey uniform crept into the room upon seeing the king he raised his hand in Salute. Josephus instantly recognised the man for he was Major Sithrec of the SOE and was the chief Intelligence officer of the Nova English Fleet.
‘My lord, I’ve received reports of strange goings on with the Omen Craft...Apparently my sources say that after the Lovelian missile attacks the ship has stopped even with the little damage incurred.’ Said Sithrec
Josephus took the report from the major and pondered for a few seconds ‘So a power-struggle of some kind? Or maybe the old thing has leaked gases inside and killed everyone aboard....What do you suggest Sithric?’
‘Sire due to the nature of the ship it will be somewhat impossible to enter the structure and gather further evidence but I shall have my men collect whatever evidence is possible!’ He replied.
‘On that note my Friend I have to retire...Wait a moment can the team on the Tarsican Base use the equipment to effectively zoom in and watch the Omen for us? We may be able to check for any damages that might suggest some form of mass death?’
‘Sire you have a good point, I’ll see what can be done!’ Replied Sithric as he saluted and dashed out from the room. Josephus leaned back into the soft leather chair and stared at the picture that hung above the door frame. It depicted a family behind a lopsided wooden cart, muskets in hand they were facing off to an army of Kampongese soldiers. Though behind them was a pale white figure atop of a horse with various other men all in ancient armour whom were charging the Kampongese. Whilst engraved into a small copper plate at the base of the painting it said ‘For Honour Of The Fatherland- The Eternal Novum Englaeod’. Josephus carried it everywhere for it symbolised the strength of the heroic tradition of his forefathers and actually showed the real life determination of a family of Nova English farmers who defiantly took up arms when the local militia was dead and fought to the last man. The only survivors of the battle were the two children who by some bizarre miracle had held off the Kampongese patrol long enough for a nearby mob of locals to descend upon the foreigners. In Southern Burwood it was a long standing story for the two Children went on to become the best Officers in the Fatherland in that period of time.
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“Hmm what a lovely firm grip he has†Mother Superior Lavigne thought to herself as the King hauled her back into an upright position. “Strong arms too†she noted as the clutched at the royal bicep before finding her balance and standing on her own two feet once more. The King was acting somewhat oddly, she noted, muttering to himself as he walked absent-mindedly towards the church door; probably stoned she concluded. Mother Lavigne lowered herself back into her throne and watched the figure of His Majesty disappear out of the door and into the bright light of the outside, “I’ll have to be especially watchful of the sisters with all these pot-headed sexed-up young men around†she noted.
As the King walked back through the village the nuns curtsied to His Majesty as he approached, and kept an equally eager if not somewhat lower gaze as he walked away again. However the sisters maintained their dignity and repressed their earthly passions and continued to tend to the villagers in their misery within the hall; after the King had disappeared back inside his house two nuns carried a bucket of water over to the two wooden stakes before the hall and began to scrub the blood from the cobbles. When that task was complete one of the sisters approached one of the wooden posts and attached a notice to it using one of the blood soaked nails which dotted the surface of the wood. The notice read, in the Mother Superior’s wiry handwriting:
“Holy Communion Service: 10am, The Church of St John the Evangelist. All Nova English soldiers welcome.â€
Meanwhile elsewhere on Micras the citizens of Nang reached safety in their homeland via the ships commandeered from the city, “Thanks be to God†the Sisters who’d captained the vessels announced upon arriving safely in port.
Summary: The Nuns and their Mother Superior have inappropriate feelings for King Josephus but intend to repress it. Nova Englishmen invited to attend communion at the church where Mother Lavigne is based.
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Re: Official War Thread
OOC: Scott and Andreas, I have no orbatted troops at the base at Nova Kajar. Someone else is there I think. All my troops are on the Omen. But I guess the helicopters need somewhere to refuel etc.
Harvey, if you want me off, I'll take orders from you, but if not, I think this'll be interesting, since technically none of the staff are orbatted, it's just the Omen as a whole, so I can fight against them.
Summary: All orbatted troops are now off the Omen and heading to my base at Nova Kajar. Nicholas himself remains on the Omen, ready to help Harvey and Areuhat against the non-orbatted troops. Cecil will command the units from now on.Nicholas and Cecil we're in the Garrison quarters, enjoying the victory with their troops. There was a short remembrance session for those lost, but happily there were few deaths. The party was in full swing
“This is President Harvey. Nickleson has taken over the Omen using force. Advise for all allied forces to leave via emergency procedures before you are detained or killed. Nick, that means you! I will"
"What the PRH!" yelled Nicholas. The private band that Nicholas's forces had brought suddenly stopped playing, except for a lone tuba player, who continued playing 'Oom-pa Oom-pa' as he had memorised his score years ago. The trombonist next to him nudged him forcefully and he stopped abruptly. "Cecil, contact the main bridge!"
"No response sir. Seems like our signals being blocked. Looks like that wasn't a joke, sir. I think we better get out of here," said Cecil.
The soldiers, medics and engineers looked at him dumbfounded, some with a piece of cake halfway to their mouths.
"What are you waiting for!" shouted Nicholas. "Get moving! Grab anything that's absolutely necessary and get the PRH out of here! Pilots, take you stations and take off, don't wait for an order. Everyone else, get onto the transport helicopters and try to get back to Nova Kajar!"
All the soldiers rushed to leave, but Cecil just stood there.
"What about you sir?" said Cecil.
"Are you disobeying a direct order from your general, Brigadier?" said Nicholas. "I ordered you to leave. Go. I can deal with this. Remember, all these Omen forces are backstory, so i can fight them if I need to."
"But sir-"
"Go now or I strip you of your rank. Those troops need a commander. I'll talk to you whenever I can, telepathy, remember?"
Cecil realised what he had to do.
"Goodbye, sir."
Nicholas, taking advantage of the small amount of magic allowed in backstory, tried to telepathically contact Harvey and Areuhat.
"This is harder than i thought... it's like there're Astral shields all over the place. The international reality seems to be quite powerful," said Nicholas. "Ah! Harvey! He's descended from the old president Jason (psionist/empath for those that don't know), so he might be easier to contact than Areuhat. There we are. Harvey, this is General Nicholas. I want to politely ask what the PRH is going on here! I've ordered my troops away, but I'll stay here. I have my own powers of battle against non-orbatted units. Where are you? And what do you need me to do?"
"Well," said Harvey, "it's like this..."
Harvey, if you want me off, I'll take orders from you, but if not, I think this'll be interesting, since technically none of the staff are orbatted, it's just the Omen as a whole, so I can fight against them.
Re: Official War Thread
Carrier leaves the capitalDÃn Arrán stood on the deck of the carrier as it sailed out into the ocean. A breeze blew across the water and the mage let the wind blow through his hair. Kneeling down, he began his night meditation and prayers as the ship vanished into the night.