I’m busier than I thought I would be today. I will start this proper sometime later tonight. TLDR in advance, there is a noticable buildup of force on the Pax’s NorthWest border.
George had finished inspecting the Pax forces positioned 3 kilometers from the Teutonic border. It was hot, as always. He looked down at the ground, cracked and dry from the summer drought. He looked North across the border.
“To the north is a small oasis of fertile land. To the west are the grasslands stained with the blood shed by warlords for many years.” He said to the overlord walking with him, a short statured Neko.
“Miku’s efforts are priving to be worthless. Yes, relations have warmed with the Free Pacific States and the Malaysians, but we still have little material gains to show.”
George smiled and turned, heading back to his trasport.
“It is time the drones saw what a true leader can do. With the west seized, our food production will triple and the savages to the west will finally be brought to heel.”
As he stepped onto the aircraft he turned to his personal guard.
“Peace through power. It used to mean something. It will again.”
The invasion begins at dusk
President Stefanovich walks into his office and takes a seat at his desk. A few minutes later, an assistant of his runs in the room and turns the TV on.
“What is the meaning of this?”, asks the President.
“Sir, you might want to take a look at this”, the assistant responds.
— Begin quote from ____
In recent days, there has been a mass of soldiers on the border of Pax-Draconia. We are not sure where from or why it has been done, but nothing has been said by our government either, making us wonder will there even be a response?"
— End quote
“So it has finally come upon them” says the President, “Summon the Presidential Council and the Cabinet of Ministers.”
“Right Away sir.”
A Few moments later all of the Presidential Council and the Ministers arrive. The President has informed them of what is going on.
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Nikolai Alexiev, says, “This is an issue that we must deal with. Whether we take the side of Pax or the side of the other is completely up to you Mr. President, but we cannot just sit idly by.”
The Minister of Defense, Aliaksandr Bakiev responds, “We cannot afford to get into another war now. We have just finished our own civil war, plus, it would take us days, even weeks possibly, to get there to even give any help.”
Finally, the Presidential Councillor of War, Boris Klitschkov, speaks up and says, “Mr. President, this is a prime opportunity to show the world that Respublika Bielarus is not a country that shies away from helping our allies. For a long time, Pax has been our ally. I believe we must come to their support. It is necessary for us.”
The President finally responds, “Thank you everyone for your input. I will announce my decision tomorrow morning before the National Assembly.”
Everyone leaves wondering what the President’s response will be. After they have left, the President looks off into the distance and says to himself, “Which side do we take. We don’t want our own lands destroyed, but at the same time, we must help an ally. This will be a hard decision. Maybe going to the church will clear my head.” The President leaves and heads to the Church for prayer, leaving it to be found out what will happen.
Lucius Breggan sat in the backseat of his armored limo. Outside he saw buildings going by, remnants of a bygone era. The capitol of Elbina was anything but modern. The city was the beating heart of Orthodoxy, a Christian faith extremely prominent in the region. It was also where the Papacy existed, calling forth Crusades and influencing many others that are practitioners of the faith.
“The intertwining of state and faith,” Lucius mused to himself as the state sanctioned Inquisitors mulled about on the sidewalk. A police force given all the necessary powers to maintain the sanctity of the Holy See. They bore a simple white robe bearing the blood red iron cross. The robe ended at the thighs and underneath continued black trousers and black leather combat boots. At their hips, handguns were present.
“Lucius,” muttered Ronald Tusk, the head of the Military Council, “Pax is on the move.”
This came at a bit of a surprise to Lucius, his position as President of the Northern Gondwana Union’s Comission certainly wasn’t something to raise one’s nose at. He mulled over some thoughts before responding, “And what do you recommend Tusk?”
Tusk sat in the moving limo for a few minutes. His years of being a soldier and then a officer was being culminated in those short minutes, past experiences, political implications, and so on. Ronald grunted, “I saw we leave them.”
“Figured you’d say that. Providing that Prussia doesn’t get cheeky, we will leave them be. Trying to play nice politically with the old world has not been fruitful for the Veridian Empire. We’ll avoid making that mistake.”
“No disagreement Sir, but what about the goal of this union?”
“The goal originally was to be a political union against Prussia and the Pax. They have provided no threat to us over the years nor have they made any attempts to do so despite the East Keigan Island incident. It’s time for old matters to be slid aside, and to look for the future. Especially to the south.”
Tusk nodded slightly, his face still stone. His lips separated, “And of the agreement between the Free Pacific States about the containment of the Prussian Fleet?”
“To be tossed aside, the Pacific States had an agreement between itself and the Veridian Empire. We null and voided that. The Old World is on it’s own. I’ve had a few envoys sent to the Prussian Empire in an effort to warm up relations and maintain a neutral stance. We will not be bent over a barrel in this instance.”
High Commander Tristan Lytle was rushed into the dimly lit room followed by his personal security. He was greeted by Elitemen and top generals who stood at attention as Lytle took a seat at the oval table in the middle of the room. He quickly adjusted his black tie before giving his attention to the task at hand.
“You may be seated,” Lytle said to the group. After the squeaking of chairs stopped, he continued. “Alright, tell me what’s going on.” General Galdio, who was a bit hesitant, was the first to speak up.
“Sir, as you know by now we have noticed movement by the Pax on their northwestern border. We’re unsure at the moment but we believe their target is the Teutonic Union.”
Lytle leaned back in his chair, doing his best to not looked troubled. “So the Pax is back to assimilating… Great.” He paused for a second before continuing. “And has there been any movement along our border?”
Commander Romano, who sat to the right of Lytle, was the one who answered this time. “As of now the Pax has been pretty quiet on our side of Yasteria. However I wouldn’t just sit around as the Pax goes on a rampage, that would be unwise.”
“Of course, so give me another option.”
“Well we clearly need to keep a closer eye on our borders just in case the Pax decides to turn around and add a few islands to their collection. I suggest we increase patrol along our borders and put our military on high alert at least until this whole thing blows over. We don’t want to be the one picking a fight with the Pax, but at the same time we don’t want to be caught off guard.”
Lytle nodded in agreement, readjusting his tie again as he leaned forward. “I agree with you Commander. I want everyone on high alert and every inch of our border watched day and night. If anything suspicious from the mainland gets too close, let the waters be their grave. As for what happens to Teutonic, I really don’t care. The Pax and do whatever they want over there as long as no Fortunan blood spilled, you go that?” The group all shook their heads in agreement and responded with “yes High Commander” in unison. Lytle smiled, making eye contact with everyone at the table. “Good, now if you’ll excuse me I must finish my meal that I was interrupted from.”
Grand Duke Jeymian Drachenberg III, sitting at his desk in his office in the Ducal Palace in Weyrcliff. Doing the paperwork that is needful for a Government to run.
There is a soft knock on the door and it opens as a figure walks in.
“My Lord of Shadows,” the Grand Duke starts, “what brings you to Our office?” he asked without even looking up from his paperwork.
“Your Grace, forgive me for intruding, but you need to read this dispatch one of my Agents in the North sent,” the aforementioned Lord of Shadows respectfully said as the being placed the folder on their liege lords desk.
Finishing up the paperwork he was working on, the Grand Duke opens the folder to read the missive. After a minute of perusal, he closes the folder and hands it to his Lord of Shadows. Leaning back in his chair he ponders and weighs options. “So tell Us, since Dragonia has no Embassies with Pax-Draconica, should Our Nation get involved, or wait and watch to see which way The Hive goes?”
“Your Grace, seeing as their forces are massing on their Western Border, which is empty except for some petty Warlords with their Poppy Fields.” The being pauses before continuing, “I recommend Dragonia does nothing, the Pax are not massing on an boarder of any country we have Embassies with.”
Nodding his head in agreement, “So We wait and see which way the wind blows as it were,” the Grand Duke stated. “We will summon the Lairds Council and disseminate this information to them. We shall see if the Lairds have any ideas about this of their own.”
“As Your Grace wills, so shall it be done,” the Lord of Shadows bows and leaves as quietly as they came. Thinking to their self, “Need to remove some of my Agents from several of those Warlords forces that are closest to the Pax.”
4pm, the National Assembly building.
“Members of the National Assembly. Thank you for allowing me to come here and speak before you on such short notice”, says President Stefanovich. “As many of you already now, our ally in the north of Pax is soon to go to war with their neighbor to the Northwest. I have spoken to the many military general, the cabinet of Ministers, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and I have come to one conclusion. Respublika Bielarus will not get directly involved in this war unless it somehow effects us. For the time given however, we will begin to fly airplanes over the Teutonic Union’s airspace so that we can keep an eye out for anything that is going on.”
The Members of the National Assembly begin applauding and give the President a standing ovation.
“This war is like no other. It was not like our civil war. This is a full blown war against another state and power. It is my sincere hope that while this war is going on, that Pax will stay within all bounds of Human Rights when it comes to the civilians especially.”
The President once more gets a standing ovation as he is leaving the floor.
Outside the assembly hall, the President meets with some Councillors of the Republic and members of the House of Representatives.
“Gentlemen, I assure you that we know what we are doing. I myself am a military leader and I believe that I do know how to ensure the protection of our military. All we are doing is sending planes overhead, its not like we are landing troops or putting our Navy in harms way”, the President says firmly.
Councillor of the First District of Mogilev, Stanislav Brachescu, speaks up and says, “How do we even get our planes there? None of the planes in our arsenal are able to fly directly from here to Pax, unless they were passenger planes.”
“We will send our Navy into the waters that separate Pax from our territory. We will not enter their territorial waters, because we don’t need war with them. We will have 3 aircraft carriers deployed and 2 helicopter carriers, along with other ships to keep them protected”, the President responds.
All the Councillors and Representatives nod in agreement. The President then shakes hands with all of them. He tells them that the country is prepared to go to war, but that it is not our time, place, nor is it our war to fight. The President then stares off into the distance again and says, “We will not go to war unless Pax asks for the direct involvement of Respublika Bielarus, which they probably will not have no reason to anyways.”
The President leaves the National Assembly building with his guards and some military advisers. He tells them to get the carriers, ships, and planes ready to go.
6pm. Executive Administration Center, downtown Aura.
“Madam President.”
“Yes, Mary?”
The chief of staff held up a report on her device. “There’s some action in the North. Thought you’d like to see.”
“Toss it.”
She passed the small tablet through the air, and the President caught it, turning the slate to her. A map showed troop deployments in the northwest.
Marianne watched the reflection of the report scroll past in the tinted windows of the 62nd floor president’s office. Outside, a mild thunderstorm was passing over.
“We’ve sent some minor foreign aid to Pax in the past…” Nimona began.
“Natural disaster stuff. Nothing major.”
“Hmm.”
Distant thunder rumbled in the distance.
“It’s not pressing, sir, no need to come to a decision. The most we would do is render humanitarian aid.”
“I’ll call a conference.”
A messenger grasping a wad of classified documents burst into the presidents office. “President Leon, an urgent message from the department of reconnaissance!”
“Give it to me quickly, I haven’t the time right now,” answered president Leon Jolva, looking up from his e-tablet.
The messenger spread out various maps and photo’s detailing north Packilvania on the desk before the president
“Recon has noticed a massive military buildup on the Pax-Teutonic border” he replied, “and they have reason to believe that its kicking off soon, within a few hours or maybe even less.”
“I see…” said Leon, as he skimmed over the array of diagrams and photographs.
“Additionally, the high council has gathered and is requesting your presence in the shadow chamber to discuss our reaction to this matter thoroughly.”
“Yes yes, tell them I’ll be down momentarily,” he said, pulling his attention away from the maps, “In the meantime though, inform reconnaissance to have all of our spy satellites pointed at Pax. This is the first opportunity we’ve had properly gauge Their military strength for ourselves, and I do not intend for it to be missed.”
“Yes Mr president! I shall inform them immediately.”
Leon strode briskly down the bare, subterranean corridor that led to the secretive shadow chamber. He recited a few words under his breath, preparing himself for the inevitable backlash from High command for his decision to gauge Pax; they obviously knew by now. He knew that they would’ve come to the same outcome either way, they just didn’t like his eagerness and exuberance when it came to making decisions. He came to the end of the corridor where the unassuming entrance to the chamber stood. A single armed guard was stationed beside it, bearing an AK-12 assault rifle.
“Greetings Mr President!” the guard spoke, “High command is already inside, they are waiting for you.”
“Thank you” Leon replied, before pushing open the door and entering the chamber, closing it silently behind him.
The shadow chamber was a relatively small, dimly lit room, with a circular glass table overlooking a large sunken screen in the center of the room, which was currently displaying an enlarged image of Yasteria Major, likely live from a satellite. As Leon entered, the 8 shadowy faces of high command looked from the screen; the grand senators of all seven states, and the chief overseer of the Axdel armed forces.
“Evening everyone”
“Welcome Leon, please, take a seat” spoke Jargk Reita, the chief overseer.
Leon obliged, seating himself on the closest free chair.
“Now that you’re here, lets get right to the point” Jargk began, “As soon as you were informed of the buildup of Packilvanian forces on the Teutonic border, you immediately ordered to have our satellites keep a close eye on them, and I quote: This is the first opportunity we’ve had properly gauge Their military strength for ourselves, and I do not intend for it to be missed. We all agree that was quite a… brash decision on your part, and we are concerned that you may have warlike intentions.”
“Not at all overseer.”
“Then what was your motive?”
“Allright, to put it simply, knowledge is power.” Leon replied, whilst beginning to stand up and stroll slowly around the chamber, “We, as a nation, have no original intelligence on many nations, including Packilvania, and we instead rely on shared intel from our friendly neighbours in Staynes. Thus, it is one of my goals to have an established, self sustaining and up to date reconnaissance network, so we can remain functionally independent and internationally competitive in the grand scale of things. Gauging Pax’s military is but one step towards this goal, and may I remind you all that at not any time have I inclined to favour one side in this conflict, or intended become involved in it beyond observation.”
“So,” He said after seating himself again, “any other issues you wish to discuss now?”
“No, Mr president, Not currently” Jargk Replied, “Glad to know your true intentions on the matter… Now, you may leave now if you wish, or you can remain here and watch the conflict unfold.”
“I’m afraid I must leave now” Leon answered whilst standing up, glancing at his watch impulsively, “whew that was a fast meeting!”
“Indeed, well thanks for clearing that up with us Mr President, Have a good evening…”
“You too, overseer” He said, as he silently exited the shadow chamber.
? am, Executive Residence, Arcadia Bay.
The clear sheet of glass vibrated slightly on the table. Her eyes were so blurry she couldn’t read the clock on the phone.
The president just roused herself from sleep, padded into the small foyer to let her wife keep sleeping, and answered the call.
“Madame President.” It was her Defense secretary, Lance Ikalima.
“Y…Yes?”
“We’ve got some orbital action. Axdel’s got their spy-sats over Pax.”
“And you woke me up at… However early in the morning for that. Just track the movement. See if you can get a hold of a representative over there and ask to share the data.”
“We could snag the bouncing signals, the satellites are all clustered up. They’d never know…”
“Let’s hold off on that.” She rubbed her eyes, and watched the storm repeatedly strike the Bay below her window.
“What are your orders, sir?”
Let me sleep.
“Stay alert. Get… get a high-altitude jet over there if it gets hairy.” She paused to think, and mashed her eyes with her fist. “Oh, and watch the borders, we’ve got no fight with anyone as of yet.”
“Yes, sir. And the Excaliburs…?”
“Not yet.”
She moved silently outside for some fresh air.
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Conference Room A, Residency of The Premier
Vanse Iliskalu, the Minister of the Interior, finished off an old fashioned after one of the officers briefed the room on a report from the Kiveskov (Vekaiyun legilsature). “If the Kivreskov wishes to entice droves of vulpines to settle in Southern Dveria, I think they will need to do more than offer payment to these citizens.”
“It’s a start, though,” Ikrisia Levinile, the Premier of of Vekaiyu, remarked as she took a sip from the ice water in front of her. “Daszo and Leina could use that. It may help warm relations between the Vekaiyuns and Dverians if they were more exposed to one another. I think in time they may even see similarities between one another.”
“That… will take time.” Ler Commodore Vanse Lebivistre remarked. “From an early age we were both taught to hate each other.”
She nodded. “It is risky and must be done delicately. But the more they are exposed to each other, the greater possibility for symbiosis will become. This is not something that will be done during the span of our lifetimes, I believe, but certainly must begin with us.”
Yamano Nevikalu, the only human in the room, raised an eyebrow and smirked, nodding slightly. “So what about the what’s happening over on the other side of the continent?”
“Ah,” Iliskalu remarked. “What’s that?”
“Packilvania,” Ehjy Yslevestri, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, clarified. “The world is abuzz with the Pax massing a large contingency on the border of The Teutonic Union.”
“And that is most concerning,” Ikrisia continued. “It is almost as if they want Urth know, like it is to be a production. The more I contemplate this next move by their ilk, the more I am convinced this has little to do with acquiring land and more to do with selection of the newest Hive Leader.”
“Between George and Miku?” Nevikalu asked.
Ikrisia nodded after taking another sip. “Yes. From a Vekaiyun, and perhaps a world standpoint, it is in our best interest to seek a Miku victory for the Hive. She is much more reserved and less war-mongering than the individual in Tasselvalta. We remember Tasselvalta, yes? The area of land the Pax invaded overnight and by the time the world was debating over what to do, they had already secured the territory? I will not allow their nebulous approach and ineffectiveness to clear the Pax to seize more territory again. We may not be able to repel an attack alone, but if we are quick with others, that may merit a chance.”
“What do you propose we do about this?” Iliskalu questioned, looking to the Kral Commodore.
Nevikalu lifted his head up in a slight nod. “I have an idea. We’re the leaders of the Gulf of Itur, right? Well then why don’t we just go in and take the coastline? That way we block the Pax from a sea outlet and can prevent them from taking large gains.”
“That’s risky,” said Ikrisia. “We alone can only provide resistance. I don’t believe we are capable of holding significant territory.”
“We’ll look like the good guys in the conflict,” Yslevestri commented. “It’ll be good press overall.”
“We can form a coalition if necessary,” Nevikalu added.
Iliskalu fidgeted. “But of whom?”
“Well,” Nevikalu began, “Maybe we can buy some time with the Pax if we sign a pact to divide the land up. In the meantime, we discuss with other nations about joining in and forming some kind of blockade. Heck, if we just talk to the Pax, maybe there’s a chance they come back from the brink.”
“That’s true,” Ikrisia agreed. “Perhaps that’s the best way to deal with this. If George is going to simply seize land, we can speak to Miku and allow her diplomatic skills to shine. If anything, it will buy more time. We shall discuss this further, but this plan is much more methodical than jumping into a conflict.”
A spy satellite moved in orbit around Urth. It just happened to fly over Pax Draconia.
Fort Johnston, 1630 hours
The operators of the satellite pondered on if they dared activate the camera. If they looked, they might get shot down by a WMD. They, however, dared take a look. The camera operator said, " It seems like the Pax are headed for the northeastern border. This will become interesting."
The Executive Building, Tretridia, 5:00 PM PST
Defense Minister Kyle Johnson was reading an email that he just received. “Oh, crap.” He knew that the Teutonic Union would not stand a chance against the Pax. He also knew, however, that Vekayiu was expressing interest in the war. He decided to not do anything until further notice.
The Setznian conflict has taken much of the attention away from the Northern conflicts. However, Lance now had a new report their desk. Reading the file, their face gradually darkened until they closed the the report.
Oh no.