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OOC: Josephus, Ardy is on leave until the 26th. He's requested that there be no signficant action be taken until the 26th and that we limit the war to the current conflict (ie we can develope the current conflict with more detail but not expand it). Until he returns I am in Command.
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"You did what?" screamed the exec of the KMV, "You fired cruise missiles at a moving target!"
Captain O'Keefe grabbed his left arm, moaned, and slid to the floor.
"CORPSMAN!" Screamed the exec.
"Yeoman, note in the log that I take command of this vessel, if anything is left of it."
(Summary: Captain O'Keefe has suffered a probable heart attack. Commander Sylvia Yamashita, the XO, has taken command of the Kaiser Mors V.
Captain O'Keefe grabbed his left arm, moaned, and slid to the floor.
"CORPSMAN!" Screamed the exec.
"Yeoman, note in the log that I take command of this vessel, if anything is left of it."
(Summary: Captain O'Keefe has suffered a probable heart attack. Commander Sylvia Yamashita, the XO, has taken command of the Kaiser Mors V.
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Summary: The Atterock Navy continues en-route to their undisclosed location. Metaphysical and Economical debates break out on board as they sail past the happily playing dolphins.Mel'Kat was leaning over the balcony, watching the dolphins play as they sailed past.
"Are we fighting justly, Admiral?" one of the crew asked him. "I mean, I know what the Baron said and all, and it makes sense for us to fight for our own reasons, but does the marginal benefit of us fighting exceed the marginal cost to the opposition? I mean, is this the socially optimal solution?"
Mel'Kat thought for a moment, and then said, "Think of it like this. You're a young Melangian and all you want for your fifth birthday is a model Sakat. But your parents and poor and so you get a carved wooden one from your dad instead."
"And it means so much more because it was made specially for you?"
"Not when you're a five year old. You're a darn selfish little bugger then." Mel'Kat sighed, and concluded, "Life's like that sometimes. Now, lay off the economics textbooks." Then he walked off. He was halfway to the door when the crew member saw him pause, and saw a single wooden tentacle be lifted out of his pocket and looked at for a moment, before being returned. He thought to himself, "Ah, that's our captain."
Five minutes later he'd replay the conversation in his head and realised the captain hadn't answered anything he'd asked, but at least for the five minutes before he was happy.
(OOC: Mainly posted to not have me dissapear through the three day rule ... as I calculate the trip will take me three and a half days ...)
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"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."
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Summary: The ships float on Interlandian Internal Waters and are ready to attack anyone who wants to be our enemyOk. Now it's good. said General Huta.
The ships are on their positions, they're ready to attack. So, should they attack their capital? No, that would be stupid...
Colony! That could be an idea...
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I was away for the beginning of the war. This entry is backdated to around the time when hostilities started.
SUMMARY: Queen of Night's Repentant Children and associated Hyperborean military forces join the war. Orbats to be posted very shortly. They are sailing for a secret location, which I'm PMing Lord Montague. I hope the secrecy is okay, since the ship looks like a giant iceberg to anything but very detailed inspection and is therefore hard to spot.Day of Hills and Clover
36 Greenshock, S'5905
"Care for a drink?" asked Kovi Alanerion, the captain's steward.
Captain Rhoti Inkenion requested a glass of water, and the man sitting across from him, who happened to be the Kaiser of Shireroth, ordered a ice-cold beer.
"Oh, sorry, Your Niftiness," replied Kovi. "We're all out of ice."
Oh no thought Rhoti to himself. Kovi's trying the "out of ice" routine on the Kaiser. Please, please PLEASE let the Kaiser laugh. Or grunt and forget it. Or do anything but sit here awkwardly for a while and then ask me to explain my subordinates' sense of humor.
There was a long moment, and then the Kaiser said "The ship's made of ice."
"Ah!" Kovi responded. "So it is!" And he disappeared into the galley, and returned a few moments later with their drinks.
The ship was, indeed, made of ice. The Queen of Night's Repentant Children had begun its life as an iceberg that wandered too close to Taesar. It was caught, reshaped, and transformed by the engineers of Hyperborea until it had become the world's largest warship. Unsinkable, not because of its size or its strength in battle but simply because ice floats.
Here in the captain's quarters, the ship's nature was not readily apparent. The walls were insulated with paneling that allowed the room - and all the rooms on board where people lived and worked - to be kept at a comfortable ten degrees C; practically balmy for the Hyperborean sailors. The more utilitarian areas: machinery, cargo bays, and the like, were simply hewn out of the ice.
But the captain's quarters were downright luxurious, as befitted a room now hosting the Kaiser of Shireroth. Along with the Kaiser and the Captain, the large circular room contained maps, nautical charts, some furniture in the Tairakothlin style, and the Kaiser's two very large and imposing looking bodyguards, "Victor" and "Dave".
"May Truth and Beauty warm your spirit, Kaiser Hasan I. We are always honored when you return here to Hyperborea, and my men are particularly proud to have you here reviewing our warship."
"Yes," said the Kaiser. "Well, I was in Elwynn conferring with the heads of the Elwynnbrigaden, and I had to go up to Tala to settle some household matters. So while I'm doing the military review, I thought it would be only fitting to personally examine Shireroth's most...ah...unique warship."
"And there's something else, isn't there?" asked Rhoti.
"Yes. Giving you your marching orders. You do know about the tensions with Bosworth, right? It's not like it's secret or anything, but...but I couldn't for the life of me find anything about it in the paper when I arrived in Tala this morning."
"Ah, yes, the Tala Echo. It was there, actually. On page seven, right after the bit on the Priests of Elith in Midhoth appointing a new chief meteorologist. Shireroth doesn't always care so much what happens in the rest of the world, and Hyperborea doesn't always care so much what happens in the rest of Shireroth. So we're at two blissful levels of remove from reality most of the time."
"I see," said the Kaiser. "Nevertheless, the tensions with Bosworth are building to an untenable level. You know the Count of Monty Crisco's already gotten in some border skirmishes with them, and I expect things to only get worse. So you're to ready your men for combat starting, well, immediately."
"Your Niftiness, Paladins are always ready for anything!"
"Good!" said the Kaiser, who'd heard it before. "The order to sail may come as early as Ifniday." Rhoti calculated it out in his head. The Day of Hills and Apples, that was.
"Care for a toast?" Rhoti asked him, innocently.
"I'm afraid not," said the Kaiser, who had finished his beer. "I'm full right now, and I've got to get down to Vorpmadal to muster some of the troops there. But thanks for the..."
"Oh," said Rhoti. "But I insist. This is a Hyperborean custom."
Inwardly, Kaiser Hasan I groaned. He was a Hyperborean himself now, but had been born in far-off Babkha. As a result, he was still learning most of the endless array of customs the Hyperboreans had for practically any occasion. A few were boring, a few were genuinely enlightening, and very many of them were scary or painful. Nevertheless, as Count he had an obligation to undergo whatever ceremonies they required of him.
"This particular drink is called red thistle-wine," said Rhoti, producing a bottle. "Since the time of Kadham, it has been traditional for a king or kyyrhasi or city-leader sending his people out to war to drink a glass."
Hasan was looking at him, suspiciously. He expected there was a catch, but he reluctantly took the proferred thistle-wine and drank it down.
"Hmmm," he said. "Sort of a bitter taste, kind of like old wine, but a bit of a kick. I'm not sure I aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiigggghhh!"
And he fell down on the floor, screaming in pain.
"Victor" was the first to react, and swung his gun up at Rhoti, intending to knock him out. Rhoti, without looking, moved a bit to the right, twirled a little, swung his arm through "Victor's" armpit, and grabbed the gun, knocking "Victor" off balance. By that time, Dave had his gun aimed squarely at Rhoti, and fired...at least at where Rhoti had been a fraction of a second earlier. Before he could correct his aim, Rhoti was holding both guns.
"HOLD IT!" he shouted. "The Kaiser is FINE."
"You poisoned him!" accused Dave.
"Nonsense," said Rhoti, poured a second glass of red thistle-wine, and drank it down.
The two bodyguards stared at Rhoti for a moment, and then at the Kaiser, who was still screaming faintly, and then at Rhoti again, whose eyes had gone faint and who was sitting very still. One of them gingerly retrieved his gun from Rhoti's hand, but made no attempt to shoot anyone.
The Kaiser was the first to recover. "Wa...wat...r. Get."
Kovi was there with two glasses of ice water (from the Saindi spring north of Sidhli, S'5802 vintage. Only the best for Hasan Kalirion, pride of Hyperborea.) The Kaiser gulped one down, then demanded more. Then:
"What in the accursed name of Angriman was THAT?"
Rhoti finally managed a croak, building into a whisper. "That was the juice of the red thistle, a plant that grows on the cliffs in Valsi. It's about ten times spicier than red peppers by weight. A dilution of 50% pure is about the most you can give someone if you don't want them dying of pain or shock. Ours is about 15% pure."
"Why did...?"
"Because," said Rhoti. "Back in the old days, we Hyperboreans used to war among ourselves. It was too easy to come up with some imagined grievance and send off others to their death, while accepting none of the pain ourselves. So we came up with the ritual of the red-thistle-wine. Maybe it was Kadham who instituted it, maybe one of his successors. The point is this: any king or kyyrhasi or city-leader who starts a war must understand that he is causing pain beyond imagining. Sometimes that pain is justified. Sometimes it's not. But what is important is that the kings and generals take part of that pain upon themselves, to sharpen their wisdom and prevent them from coming to love war too much. That's what the thistle-wine is for. Whenever we send men off to their deaths, we drink a cup, lest we become desensitized to it."
"Does the ritual usually involve knocking a guy out?"
Rhoti looked at "Victor", who was unconscious on the ground, having fallen and hit his head during the conflict.
"I didn't expect them to react. I guess I...I...wasn't thinking."
"You sure started quickly enough. It's enough to make one lose faith in bodyguards."
"I was trained as a Paladin for nineteen years. Hyperborean Paladins are always ready for anything."
"Well. I'm off to Vorpmadal. You'll receive your orders through the standard communication channels." He got up, just a little too hurriedly to look natural.
"Wait!" said Rhoti. "You forgot the bottle!" He held up the still almost-full bottle of red thistle-wine.
"Trust me," said the Kaiser. "I'm not anxious to drink that stuff again."
"Oh," said Rhoti, "but you have to! One glass a day for the duration of the hostilities."
The Kaiser turned pale, although to the Hyperboreans even a pale half-Babkhan looks pretty dark. "What? Once a day? That's completely unreasonable."
"You're getting off easy because you're only part-Hyperborean," Rhoti said, and was he maybe even grinning? "I have to do three shots a day. According to legend, Mikol Rugal did nine."
The Kaiser stood for a second, lost in thought. "Your people had better be damn good at what they do, Inkenion."
Rhoti Inkenion, Captain of the Queen of Night's Repentant Children, smiled. "Hyperborean Paladins are ready for anything, Your Niftiness."
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"The Captain is stabilized, Ma'am". said the corpsman with look of relief on his face.
Can he be moved?" Cdr. Sylvia Yamashita moved quickly into her new role as Captain of the Kaiser Mors V.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Evacuate him to the hospital at Jessvilla."
"Yes, Ma'am."
The Captain watched as the "Captain" was loaded onto the waiting helicopter. She had another duty that was out of normal channels, but it was duty nonetheless.
She opened a box that would give her direct access to nearly the top of the Shirerithian high command.
"Jacobus speaking. Is that you, Miles?"
"No Sir, this is Commander Yamashita. Captain O'Keefe has had a heart attack. He is stable, and I have ordered him e-vaced to the hospital in Jessvillia. Jake, it doesn't look good. You know his history. I think you need to call for better help than they have in Shireroth. Or on Micras."
Silence crackled on the line. She could almost see the Steward nodding.
"Thank you, Sylvie. The MoMa is incommunicado, and the Kaiser is away. I am giving you a field promotion to Captain of the Imperial Navy, and seconding you back to Yardistan. Follow Duke Benkern's orders. I have a call to make myself now."
"Aye, Sir. KMV out."
Jacobus paced his not-quite opulent office, muttering. He had not planned to make this call, but Miles life was at stake, Miles O'Keefe who had stood at his side for nearly a decade, on more than one planet. His hand found its way to the inner pocket of his vest, and removed an item that was little bigger than a cell phone. It made the electronic squawk he remembered from years ago.
"Jake to Improvise . Are you there, Admiral?"
"Quirk here."
"Jim, it's Miles. He is very sick. VERY sick. Understand?"
"Understood. I will alert Doctor McKay. Quirk out."
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Captain Sylvia Yamashita. Not Acting, not militia. Captain.She was still not used to the idea, not in the way it happened.
"Er, Captain, there is a priority call from Baker Zulu 5." The e-vac chopper, she knew immediately.
"On audio, Ensign."
"But it's so strange."
"You heard the order!"
"Aye, aye, Ma'am."
"Captain Yamashita, this is Lt. Jackson on medivac duty. Captian O'Keefe is gone, not DEAD, " he said quickly, "GONE. I turned to check his readings, there was a hum and some light, AND HE JUST WASN'T THERE!"
"Understood. Continue flight, return with the medical supplies we discussed."
There was a whir of explosions, followed by a larger thump.
Another enemy missile bit the dust, although something had hit the hull.
(Summary: Captain O'Keefe has been evacuated, quite possibly to the Improvise. Yamashita is in direct contact with the Steward, who has given her a field promotion. Something has hit the hull of the KMV, but without exploding.)
Can he be moved?" Cdr. Sylvia Yamashita moved quickly into her new role as Captain of the Kaiser Mors V.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Evacuate him to the hospital at Jessvilla."
"Yes, Ma'am."
The Captain watched as the "Captain" was loaded onto the waiting helicopter. She had another duty that was out of normal channels, but it was duty nonetheless.
She opened a box that would give her direct access to nearly the top of the Shirerithian high command.
"Jacobus speaking. Is that you, Miles?"
"No Sir, this is Commander Yamashita. Captain O'Keefe has had a heart attack. He is stable, and I have ordered him e-vaced to the hospital in Jessvillia. Jake, it doesn't look good. You know his history. I think you need to call for better help than they have in Shireroth. Or on Micras."
Silence crackled on the line. She could almost see the Steward nodding.
"Thank you, Sylvie. The MoMa is incommunicado, and the Kaiser is away. I am giving you a field promotion to Captain of the Imperial Navy, and seconding you back to Yardistan. Follow Duke Benkern's orders. I have a call to make myself now."
"Aye, Sir. KMV out."
Jacobus paced his not-quite opulent office, muttering. He had not planned to make this call, but Miles life was at stake, Miles O'Keefe who had stood at his side for nearly a decade, on more than one planet. His hand found its way to the inner pocket of his vest, and removed an item that was little bigger than a cell phone. It made the electronic squawk he remembered from years ago.
"Jake to Improvise . Are you there, Admiral?"
"Quirk here."
"Jim, it's Miles. He is very sick. VERY sick. Understand?"
"Understood. I will alert Doctor McKay. Quirk out."
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Captain Sylvia Yamashita. Not Acting, not militia. Captain.She was still not used to the idea, not in the way it happened.
"Er, Captain, there is a priority call from Baker Zulu 5." The e-vac chopper, she knew immediately.
"On audio, Ensign."
"But it's so strange."
"You heard the order!"
"Aye, aye, Ma'am."
"Captain Yamashita, this is Lt. Jackson on medivac duty. Captian O'Keefe is gone, not DEAD, " he said quickly, "GONE. I turned to check his readings, there was a hum and some light, AND HE JUST WASN'T THERE!"
"Understood. Continue flight, return with the medical supplies we discussed."
There was a whir of explosions, followed by a larger thump.
Another enemy missile bit the dust, although something had hit the hull.
(Summary: Captain O'Keefe has been evacuated, quite possibly to the Improvise. Yamashita is in direct contact with the Steward, who has given her a field promotion. Something has hit the hull of the KMV, but without exploding.)
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Summary: QoNRC continues heading towards undisclosed destination. Scott is bored and likes to write too much.Day of Hills and Birches
38 Greenshock, S'5905
Sonsi Rudekion and his friends stood atop the Queen of Night's Repentant Children, gazing out to sea.
In a few days, when the captain declared what the Hyperboreans called "steltve" and the rest of the world would probably call "a low profile", going up to the deck would be banned except for essential maintenance personnel, and even then they would have to wear special camoflauge suits. All part of the effort to keep them from being recognized. But for now, this close to Taesar and well within Shirerithian waters, there was no need to be circumspect.
There was no need for a lot of things, in fact. The herculean effort of getting Queen out of the harbor and actually moving was over. Steering was handled by a few people in the navigation lot. And the actual war effort wouldn't begin for days at least. The Rhavakal, or Paladins, knew they would only be getting in the way down in the guts of the carrier, so they were having an impromptu picnic atop the iceberg.
"Land ho!" shouted Iuli Alision, another Paladin. There, to the south, were the bare grey rocks of Cimmeria, one of Hyperborea's closest neighbors and an Elwynnese territory in good standing.
Sonsi, who by this point had consumed maybe a little bit too much niphil-wine, stood up. "Everyone in favor of forgetting about Bosworth and reconquering Cimmeria, say 'ki'!" he shouted.
"Ki!" said Iuli Alision, who was from Sosni's lot.
"Ki!" said Tari Asernion, also from their group.
"Ki!" said Ara Anderion, the paratrooper, laughing.
A few others started crowding around, trying to hear what the joke was. It was quite simple, really. The war against Bosworth was unpopular in Hyperborea. Bosworth had never caused anyone much trouble, and Shireroth had caused its own problems by colonial overexpansion. The Kaiser already controlled more land than you could walk across in thirty ninefolds. How could almost three hundred inrhonal not be enough?
Cimmeria, on the other hand, was a common focus of Hyperborean irredentism. Once a colony during the days of the Duchy of Hyperborea, and still almost 20% ethnic Hyperboreans, the island chain had a close connection to Tala and there were still strong economic and cultural ties. The government in Wolfraven had even made a few halting attempts to join Hyperborea itself, before being frustrated by the Babkhan contingent in Elwynn, who were set on halting any further increase in Hyperborean power. The Hyperboreans had themselves frustrated Babkhan attempts to send colonists to Illumination, for exactly the same reason - halting further increases in Babkhan power. That was modern Elwynnese politics, or at least it had been until the ascension of the new half-Babkhan count of Hyperborea brought a detente. Still, the desire to reunite with Cimmeria ran deep.
Still, there had been little grumbling when the order to prepare for war against Bosworth was sent out. Usually, when the mainland went to war, Hyperborea sent a token gift of supplies or a few troops and stayed out of the action. There had been some calls to do the same this time; Valana Spinrion had even suggested it before the Council. But the movement had failed, as everyone had known it would. The cause, they all knew, was Hasni Kalirion, better known as Kaiser Hasan I of the House of Kalir.
The Hyperboreans were very proud of the native official who had risen to the Kaiserhood in local time - even if calling him "native" was a bit of a stretch for someone with only a drop of Raikothlin blood. Still, he had made an effort to study Raikothlin culture, spoke a little of the language, and was beloved by his people. There was a statue of him in the square in Tala already, Sonsi knew, and he expected the cult of personality to get worse before it got better. People were calling him konejrion rhasi - the Bronze King - because of his well-tanned Babkhan complexion.
"Excuse me," came a voice from behind. "Did I just hear someone suggesting we set aside our mission?"
They turned. Lusyya Tartakion, lotter of the 11th lot and Sonsi's immediate superior in the Paladins, was coolly watching them. Sosni jumped a bit, then slipped a bit on the icy deck as he landed, then righted himself and gave the nod of acknowledgment that passed for a salute in these parts.
"Yes," Sonsi admitted. "I admit to starting this thing. I had too much niphil-wine, and I apologize. I retract my remark."
"Too bad," said Lusyya. "I was going to say 'ki'."
The rest of them laughed for a while, and after a few seconds Sosni started laughing too. He was still giggling when Lusyya hurled a throwing star at him.
He barely jumped out of the way. Tari Asernion, who was right behind him, was not so lucky, and got hit in the chest. "Oooomf!" he shouted, as the the air got knocked out of him.
"You're getting lazy, Tari," Lusyya told him. "What if I'd been a Bosworther? Just cause you're out of basic training doesn't mean you can forget everything you...CRACK!...learned"
While she was lecturing, Iuli Alision had pulled a chunk of ice from the ship and thrown it at her head. Without missing a beat, she'd deflected it with her wrist, protected by a silver bracelet. It flew back towards Tari, who ducked.
"Very funny, Iuli," she told him.
"Wouldn't want our lotter getting soft," Iusi responded.
"No need to worry about THAT," Lusyya assured him. The five members of Division 4's Lot 49 had were now in a circle, watching Lusyya. "VERI!" she shouted. "What was the third of Rhoni Karusion's nine principles of battle?"
"Um..." said Veri Rutakion..."It was...the principle was..."
"So sorry," Lusyya cut him off. "It was..."
"...to always hide your true strength from your enemy." Veri completed her sentence for her, smiling.
"Oh!" Lusyya smiled. "Very, veeerrry good. IULI! What's the phase of the moon tonight?"
"I hardly see what the phase of the moon has to do with anything."
"All right, well, we'll see if you change your mind when I send you on the first night mission without any infrared goggles. It's waxing gibbous, by the way. ANDI! What's the best antidote to the tranquilizer poison you've got in your phintarjen gun?"
"Sap of the korarten tree if you've got it, lots of time and rest if you've not."
"Quite right. SOSNI? What's the maximum range at which you can be 85% certain of hitting an enemy with the standard issue Paladin weapon?"
"Tranquilizer weapon or deadly weapon?" asked Sosni.
"Eh, give me both."
"Before I do, I have a question for you. What was the eighth of Rhoni Karusion's nine principles of battle?"
"Are you trying to stall for time, Sosni Rudekion?" she asked him. "Because if you've got a Bosworther in your sights, and you're trying to decide whether to shoot him with the tranquilizer weapon or the deadly weapon, a split second might be all that stands between a clean hit and the annhilation of your lot, or even..."
"No," said Sosni. "I'm not stalling. I just thought you really ought to remember Rhoni's eighth principle of battle."
"To attack your enemy in an unexpected way or from an unexpected direction?" asked Lusyya. "What possible relevance could that..."
"KAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!" came the battle cry from above, as paratrooper Ara Anderion, attached to her hybrid glider harness, flung herself from the top of the mountain of ice at the Queen of Night's center. She was carrying the modified dart gun used in practice and war games. A hail of darts rained down on the Rhavakal of Lot 49, but on Lusyya most of all.
Before anyone even had time to react, it was over, and Ara had glided down to a safe landing right beside the six of them, laughing hysterically. Between giggles, she got out: "You totally deserved that for what you did to Tari."
Something clicked in Lusyya's mind. "You two are dating, aren't you?"
Both heads nodded.
"Right!" said Lusyya, picking a dart out of her hair. "This is...an educational experience. Remember what Mikol Rugal said in his Apsid Arkajion: it isn't enough to understand your enemy's warcraft; you have to understand their soul. I was thinking only of whether Tari here had enough skill and enough weapons here with him to cause me trouble, and I figured he didn't. I wasn't thinking about Tari as a person, who might have personal relationships that influenced his ability to fight. Because of that, I was honorably defeated." She bowed to Ara. "Can anyone else think of any important lessons that can be learned from this experience?"
Andi spoke. "Book of Coriolander, sheets 191 and 192. 'The most powerful weapon of all is love.'"
"You're such a flake, Andi," said Sosni, and everyone else started laughing.
"There should be a ban on foot soldiers dating paratroopers?" suggested Veri, to more laughter. "Though I can't remember which sheet of the Book of Coriolander that was written in."
"Okay," said Lusyya. "Let it be recorded in the bylaws of Division 4, Lot 49 of the Rhavakal of Raikoth that it is forbidden for members to date paratroopers, unless they are really, really hot." There was some applause at the decision.
"Okay, this training session's over," said Lusyya. "Go back to your picnic. I've got a meeting with the division 4 commander at yellow dusk. If the king of Bosworth shows up, you're on your own." She turned away from them and walked towards the entrance to the interior of the ship. When she was halfway there, she fired a practice dart that hit Ara in the cheek. Before anyone could respond, she was inside the ice.
"You think it's true what they say about other countries' militaries?" asked Iuli. "That they get all mad if you so much as bruise your commanding officer a little, and that there are some divisions with no sense of humor at all?"
"I doubt it," said Andi. "People would go crazy after a while." Then "Pass the blueberry jam, will you?"
"You're probably right," replied Sosni, passing him the jam. "Oh, pass me some ice tea, okay?"
"But we're all out of ice!" Andi responded, and everyone shot darts at him.
OOC to Guido: The ice on the map is the polar ice caps, which are impassable by ship because they're frozen solid. The only way across would be by snowmobile or something similar. The area where one might find icebergs would be the water immediately south of the ice. The QoNRC is indeed travelling within that area. To be honest, I'm not sure how it's powered; I wrote down the design specs a few years ago and have since lost them. But nuclear seems like the best choice, especially since fossil fuels would burn dirty and make the ship's passage obvious to anyone looking for it. Sticking the plant in the ice wouldn't work because the waste heat would melt it, so it's probably in a separate compartment below the water line.
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Summary: Ships are facing north, but no one knows what's their target... Except Montague - PMed.Got it. Over.
Ok. So, do it
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OOC: The above took place during the journey of HMNS Arcaviir to GasconyColonel Simmonds adjusted his standard issue cap as he gazed towards the moonlite waters of the Great Eastern Ocean. Behind him he could hear the faint sounds of movement as HMNS Arcaviir's crew prepared for the incoming battles which would soon face the tiny Experditionary force. However the Sargeant had taken to instead stripping his N.E.W Pistol, Simmonds had only recently been promoted into the Praetoriani Guard. All thanks to his success in the Circum Raynor War and his skills as a leader.
Simmonds was the sole surviving member of the Nova English Commando team that had successfully captured the then Shah of Babkha Ardashir Khan back in the Circum Raynor war. Now it seemed that his men would be up against the mad man once again now that he had assumed his place in the Imperial Shirerothian Forces. Simmonds turned and immidiatly saluted to Colonel Deodatus as he aproached Simmonds.
Deodatus shook Simmonds's hand 'Good to see you Simmonds I'm glad to hear of your promotion to Colonel of the Praetoriani Guard!'
Simmonds holstered his pistol 'Thank you Deodatus, long time no see....' He replyed
'Well you know what it has been like, I got stuck helping the New Britannian Guard wipe out the natives on the Virgin Island and putting the rest into the Education Camps.' Answered Deodatus whom had now gained a slight grin at the recent memories of the time spent in the camp.
'Ah lucky for you! I've been stuck orginising constant bodyguarding etc fo the king' Replied a envious Simmonds
'Meh, good job that the lord hast given us this chance to fight the enemy of our brothers and I heard your old best friend is back' Said Deodatus with a slight wink
'Oh yes.....You don't know how hard it was when I had to work alongside with him when in New Britannia'
'I can imagine, anyway I must get on it seems my bunk is awaiting me! See you in the Morning Simmonds.' Said Deodatus with a salute
Simmonds replied to the salute and proceed to his own quarters to settledown for the night.
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Prodigy stepped out of his mini-Kremlin in Serovopolis. He had spent the last few days completing his... 'paint job', and had left Kale and Korstokk in charge of the army while he finished his work. At last, after 5 days, he was ready for battle.
He walked through the raging snow, not feeling the bitter cold of the howling wind. His eyes wandered as he strode purposely down the street. On a day like today, not many people inhabited the usually crowded walkways of Serovopolis.
In a few minutes, he found himself in front of the large metal wall surrounding the city proper. After several tests by the gate guard, Prodigy's identity had been assured and the gate opened, letting him out onto the frozen drifts of Western Absentia.
The gray sky took away the usual luster of the jet-black cybernetics that still allowed Prodigy a mostly-human life. Until recently, they had been blood red, but that had changed with his new 'paint job', as he called it.
Not protecting himself against the biting chill of the north, he crossed over the first snow drift directly in front of him. There, waiting for orders, the Chelkran Elite Guard and Western Absentia Garrison congregated at the staging area for the invasion of Gascony.
Kale and Korstokk stood from the space heater they were crouched around and saluted as Prodigy entered the command tent.
"Sir, the Garrison and the Guard are ready to fly," Kale said as Prodigy put him at-ease.
"Then we leave at once," their cyborg commander told them, pressing the button in his helmet that pulled back his visor. Inside the tent, Prodigy's last remaining human flesh was protected. The metal-and-glass visor that usually encased Prodigy's head slid back into the neck of his body.
The short, spiked white hair bristled from Prodigy's abnormally pale skin. His shocking reddish-pink eyes peered outward from sunken eye sockets, hiding beneath the thick eyebrows of his German and Russian heritage. He sighed.
"I don't like international wars. They aren't as fun as Toketi's infighting."
Korstokk nodded agreement. "True, these are usually serious - and often, bickering - affairs," his deep voice rumbled.
A tall, brown haired Chelkran in powered Chelkran Battle Armor ducked into the tent and saluted. "Executor, the Corvus gunships are ready. Do we march?"
"Load up all the Armored Elites in the gunships, and the rest ride in the trucks," Prodigy ordered. The Elite saluted and left the tent.
"Where to, sir?" asked Kale.
"La Roche and Lannion are already smoldering heaps, thanks to Jacobus and Ardy, so the only real answer is Amorica."
The two generals nodded, and left the tent shouting.
"Suit up! Ready to move! We're off to Amorica!"
Prodigy Almighty, Executor of Chelkran Kesh
Baron of Absentia, Count of Western Absentia
"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
Baron of Absentia, Count of Western Absentia
"Denken ist schwer, darum urteilen die Meisten." - Carl Jung
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