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    The Kronografia had hit closer to the mark of the feelings of the Agios Basilikon Vestiarion, the Imperial Cabinet, than perhaps many had realised. Of course, it had to have been expected that the new monarch of the Haru would attempt to throw his weight around and show to the rest of the barbaroi that he was their overlord, the naval exercise in the Krankes Thalassa had done much to damage relations between the Sovereign Imperium and the Megas Agios Basileia. Arhomaneia had even put forward an official complaint about the exercise and the disruption that it had caused to trade and the military operations in the area, albeit briefly. It hadn't been acknowledged by their ally. That had ruffled feathers even more. And now the invasion of the territory of Beautancus. There had been little reason for Tagmatium to intervene directly in the Glorious Dominate as it sunk into the state of decay. It mirrored the situation that had come to pass across northern Europa in recent years. It was, after all, separated from Arhomaneia by both @Adaptus and Machina @Haruspex – if anything serious brewed there, then either of those nations would be forced to deal with it first. Piracy from the failing nation wasn't feared by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, as the naval patrols operating from Glevokastron would likely stop any raiders before they made it into the Krankes Thalassa. Some trade between Arhomaneia and Beautancus had taken place, but that had tailed off as the situation there worsened. The protectorate of Defnascir was far closer than mainland Arhomaneia but businesses and shipping firms there started to turn their attention to the islands to the east as central control in the Glorious Dominate broke down. Short-sightedly, the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion cared little. Because of the canal to the south and the fact that the Grand Federal Imperium allowed Arhomaniki military shipping to use its island bases in the Adlantic, the slowly-collapsing north-western part of the Occident was felt to be of little immediate concern. The members Logethesion ton Barbaron and the intelligence services voiced worries that this was allowing anarchy to spread amongst an ally, but those voices were ignored. Again, if trouble did arise, then it would likely be pointed at the two nations nearest. And so the current self-righteous anger that the certain portions of the Arhomaniki population were working themselves up into was hypocritical. They were, however, the same ones that had always been against positive relations with the Gharoi to begin with. But that did not obscure the fact that opportunities to give support to Arhomaneia's ally and prop up its crumbling regime had been ignored, almost purposefully, by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion. The feeling in the meeting of the cabinet was perhaps almost resigned, thought Honorios Kontarian. As usual, the precise mood of the Agios Basileos kai Autokrator couldn't exactly be gauged, but certain members were certainly stewing about the actions of the Gharoi. It had been quite some time since a crisis had arisen in this part of Eurth, right on the doorstep of Arhomaneia. There was not much nostalgia for it, however. It was better if crises played out in the New Wurld. The room chosen for this meeting bore none of the ostentation that usually marked out the surroundings of the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, bar the fact that the floor was decorated with a geometric pattern of purple marble and gold tesserae. The walls were white and the windows repeated Christian symbols in stained glass – lambs, fish and crucifixes, but no scenes of ancient glories. The Megas Logothetes was wondering whether someone picked rooms out of a hat for the meetings before he was drawn from his thoughts. “There is, fundamentally, little that we can do to stop any attempt by the Sovereign Imperium to annex territory, if that is their eventual aim. Diplomatic pressure has rarely worked on them in recent years. As we have seen.” Goulielmos rested his hands on the table in front of him and stared down at the map on the screen that was between them. “They're likely to just dismiss what we've got to say, or ignore us. They could have undertaken this in a political capacity but like the naval exercise, this is an attempt to show the rest of the wurld their teeth.” And of course conquest was the end goal – the Glorious Dominate had always been an enemy to the Haru. That had been a reason that the two Aroman nations to the south, and before that, the “true” Aroman empire (although Tagmatium maintained that it was a continuation, not a successor state), had always attempted to maintain good relations with Beautancus. It had kept the Haru in check. “Bar throwing caution to the wind and attempting an invasion from the west, of course,” suggested Honorios Kontarian, the Megas Logothetes ton Stratiotikou. It was a flippant comment and everyone knew it. It earned the aristocrat a reproving look from his monarch. “And how unviable would that be?” asked the Mesazon Traiektonos, the Prime Minister. There was silence in the room for a moment. The potential fallout from such a move pretty obvious. And it could be even literal – the Haru had weapons of mass destruction, after all. Kontarian tried to resist meeting the eyes of the Megas Logothetes ton Barbaron but failed. Both of them managed to keep their faces straight, however. Outright laughing at the man would have been a gross breach of protocol. Traiektonos' face darkened. He had noticed the shared glance between the two Megas Logothetai. The man knew that he was often held to be quite stupid by most of the rest of the Agios Basilikon Vestiarion. Sadly, it was an opinion that had basis in fact. “Hear me out, for once,” Gregorios Traiektonos continued, his flare of anger obvious to all of the officials around the table. It seemed to be directed mainly at Kontarian, who had succeeded Traiektonos as head of the Logothesion ton Stratiotikou. However, even Kommodos raised his eyebrow at the outburst but he seemed to be content to let the Mesazon carry on with what he was saying. “The Gharoi are indeed our allies, but this is a situation that has rarely been the case in the past. They stand to more or less double the size of their nation, if they do manage to seize the entirety of Koussoeia, as well as possibly being able to control our access into the Kataigides Thalassa. A show of force on their eastern border might make them move enough forces to there that they bog down in Beautancus. We could even threaten to close the Iaehos river to them if they start to protest too much, or ignore anything that we have to say. I'm not suggesting for a moment that we actually invade them.” It certainly wasn't the worst idea that Traiektonos had come up with, although the downsides were pretty obvious. It would likely do significant damage to the two countries' relations, although the attitude of the Haru seemed to be doing that anyway. “Thank you, Mesazon,” said Kommodos. He managed to keep any condescension out of his voice whilst he was speaking to Traiektonos, which Honorios thought was impressive. “Whilst I do not believe that it is an option that we should carry out straight away, I will leave it on the table if the Gharoi do not respond favourably to any of our other overtures. I suggest that the Logothesion ton Kommerkiarionikou investigate how such a closure might affect Arhomaioi before that plan is advanced more. The head of the trade ministry nodded and scribbled a note on a piece of paper for himself. Any action to block the river to traffic from upstream would have a knock-on effect on anything downstream. Especially if the Haru tried to force the river, which might be pretty foolhardy. It was a main arterial route for both Adaptus and Tagmatium, after all. “The fate of the Christians in Koussoeia will also need to be addressed,” continued Kommodos. “As Arhomaneia is the heart of Christianity on Eurth, we owe it to them, even if they have strayed from orthodox thought.” Most of Beautancus followed a dualistic religion, one which underpinned their monarchy and society. It had once spread its influence across large parts of the Occident and there were even still a sizeable minority of followers within Arhomaneia. However, a heretical strand of Christianity had fled to Beautancus, after persecution from the more orthodox Aroman church over a millennium and a half ago. “It could be worth suggesting an intervention, as as collaborative effort between us and the Gharoi, in order to secure the rights of the Christian minority.” Goulielmos leafed through some paper files in front of him as he was speaking and failed to find what he wanted. From behind him, there was a similar rustling of paper and an aide stepped forward and offered another sheaf of paper on a golden plate. The Megas Logothetes took them and shuffled through them rapidly, trying to located the information needed to make his point. “As of the 2008 census, which is the last one that was carried out that we have access to, around eleven percent of the population followed Christianity, mainly heretical. It will be difficult to determine how that number will have shifted over the last decade, but it will still likely number in the millions, if not the tens of millions. Working together might help smooth over any cracks that have appeared recently and help mollify our own more conservative elements.” “Of course, the reply from the Gharoi will likely be that we didn't care for them then, so why should we do so now?” said Kommodos, leaning his elbows on the table and steepling his fingers together in his habitual manner. “Our counterpoint will be that they may well have been living in an almost-anarchy, but they weren't being shot, shelled, or bombed by an invasion force.” “Perhaps we could also speak up for the other religions in the Glorious Dominate?” asked a black robed and mitred minister. It may have been surprising that an archbishop was speaking out for non-Christians, but then this particular priest was the Tagmatine government's minister for propaganda, more politely known as minister for information. “Most of Eurth will expect us to try to stand up for the Christians. Being on the side of religion as a whole will place Arhomaneia in a better light.” The Agios Basileos gave a curt nod. That certainly made sense, but it could become even more of a sticking point. It depended on whether the Sovereign Imperium had planned to do with the inhabitants of the Cussian lands. If they planned on indulging in the same sort of ethnic cleansing as Greater Serbia had, then they would likely face a similar backlash. How the Megas Agios Basileia responded to that could make life either difficult or easy for the Gharoi. Their nascent trade deal with the @Sunset Sea Islands could be scuppered. “Extending the use of listening stations in Defnascir and attaching one or two more Prognostikatores to the convoys to Aluxia would help with monitoring their activities,”said Honorios. The electronic and cyberwarfare vessels were the most advanced in the Basilikoploimon “Passive methods would mean that they would be less likely to be detected.” “There are still Arhomaniki fishing vessels operating in the waters off of Beautancus,” rasped the pallid spymaster. “They have been doing so in order to avoid the quotas that have been put in place in our own waters. It would not be too much effort to put some of the AND's 'special vessels' in amongst them to keep a closer eye on the Gharoi.” The Autokrator frowned slightly. A keen environmentalist, the fact that citizens of Arhomaneia had been dodging around targets that had been put in place to safeguard the numbers of fish was something that he was going to have to look into after the meeting was over. The occasionally heavy-handed methods of the monarch of Arhomaneia could well come into play. “Well then, Endoxotatoi, I believe we have everything covered. I expect everyone to start work as soon as possible.” The Agios Basileos sat straight up in his chair. “We must not provoke the Gharoi and it must be clear that they are still our friends. However, they must also remember that they are not the only power in the Occident, and that we have God upon our side.” “Amen.” Every other member of the cabinet intoned the word. The ruler of Tagmatium stood to his feet and all the others in the room did so. As the Agios Basileos swept out of the room, accompanied by his train of bodyguards and functionaries, Honorios gathered up his papers and frowned slightly to himself. Just where would all of this end? To: The Foreign Ministry of the Sovereign Imperium of Machina Haruspex From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion Honoured friends, It has not escaped the notice of the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion that the forces of the Sovereign Imperium have advanced into into the lands of the Glorious Dominate of Beautancus. Whilst the long history between Machina Haruspex and Beautancus is widely known, the citizens of that country have surely not faced darker times than they have recently. It has seemed for some time that anarchy has overtaken the recognised and lawful government of our once-noble ally, with whom Arhomaneia has shared tribulations with in the past. It may be said that the Sovereign Imperium is acting out of basic decency, taking upon itself to restore law and order to the poor people of Beautancus. That this will be a motivation behind the actions cannot be doubted. After all, there is always the risk that the trouble will spill over the border into your lands and put your own people at risk. Perhaps Arhomaneia would act in a similar manner, if one of our neighbours was undergoing such turmoil. That the Sovereign Imperium has stepped up to shoulder the burden of demonstrates the selfless and noble nature of the Haru. Arhomaneia nonetheless has several amicable requests, if the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion is to reconcile with the idea of the Glorious Dominate now falling under the rule of the Sovereign Imperium in some capacity. The first is that the expansion into the former Koussoeia should be undertaken with regards to the widely accepted laws of war – the murder of prisoners and wounded, for example, is something that will undoubtedly be found unconscionable by many nations of Eurth. After all, the entire wurld is looking at the Sovereign Imperium. If the government, and his Majesty Ji'Mar, is willing, then Arhomaneia happy to supply observers. Alternatively, those of a more international nature could be sought out, if that is more agreeable than the presence of your southern neighbours. The second is that the religion of those who fall under the rule of the Gharoi should be respected. This ought to include allowing those buildings and hierarchies of worship to remain in place and unmolested. After all, appeasing the population in this manner would undoubtedly mean that any future integration with the Sovereign Imperium is markedly easier – there will be no hostile population adverse to the rule of Ji'Mar and his descendents. Thirdly, if the above is not something that the Sovereign Imperium is unable to consider, then the Agios Megas Basileia is more than willing to open its arms to those who find their beliefs incompatible with rule by Machina Haruspex. There are communities of the religion of Beautancus living within Arhomaneia, as well as those of the widespread Christian minority. Our governments could come to some agreement with regards to who will shoulder the cost of relocation of these refugees. I have also been asked by the Agios Basileos kai Autokrator to pass on a request by his All Holiness, the Oikoumenikos Patriarkhos Kosmas I. Namely, the Arhomaniki Red Cross is willing to provide refugee relief in the areas of the Glorious Dominate that are the worst hit by the reigning anarchy. I must stress that this is an organisation that is not affiliated with the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion and I can assure you that their mission is entirely humanitarian in nature. The Light of Christ will shine through even these dark times, Eugenios Goulielmos, Megas Logothetes of the Logothesion ton Barbaron of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion
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    Where are we currently with this relocation/expansion?
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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Pension no longer obligatory at 65+ O'POLIS -- Orioni is doddering towards a crisis with its ageing population. By 2025 one in three people are expected to be 65 or older – and legally eligible for retirement. Added to this, a diminishing workforce and an underfunded public-pensions programme don’t bode well for the nation’s economy. But Orioni’s Chairlady Chandra Pristo might have a solution. This week she announced a proposed revision to the country’s labour laws, meaning: that businesses will have a “moral obligation” to help people stay in work after they turn 65 if they want to. Measures include offering aged workers freelance work, supporting their efforts if they want to start their own businesses, or providing funding so that they can work for non-profit organisations. There might be one flaw – Pristo hasn’t drawn up any incentives for businesses themselves. Costly troop transfer to Miiros BALAS, Miiros -- The small island of Balas, in the southernmost reach of the Miirosi archipelago, is bearing a large burden: some 15.000 Orinese military personnel are temporarily staying there. The noise from jets taking off and landing, as well as the contingent of brawny marines, is turning into a source of frustration for residents and local government. But a solution might be on the horizon: Orioni announced this week that 5.000 marines will soon be shipping out from Balas to an undisclosed location. For many Miirosi, though, their departure can’t come quickly enough. Orinese to stay "Cool for the summer" O'POLIS -- The Orioni environment department is ramping up its annual “Cool Breeze” campaign in anticipation of another fiercely hot summer. The initiative by Environment Cllr. Constantine Vogels is designed to cut emissions by tempering the use of air conditioning in offices when temperatures rise. Dress codes are relaxed so that workers can wear lighter clothes, rather than broiling under suits and ties. This year the initiative is moving into department stores with 200 shopping locations joining in. The ministry has also advocated the use of 'green curtains': plants grown on the side of buildings that deflect the sun’s rays. With heatwaves occurring with increasing frequency, keeping citizens cool appears to be a mounting challenge.
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    Prologue Within the bowels of the Defense Ministry's command and control headquarters located within the ward of Kunya, of which is located in the city-state Chel de'Yorn near the northern border of Beautancus territories. Ttoile, the capital of the former Cussian territory known as Beautancus, lay just a few hundred kilometers away. Ttoile had been observed as being the last remnant of the old Cussian government, the last semblance of an actual city with infrastructure held over from the old days. The images of the city, and the surrounding landscape had been the subject of reconnaissance planes and photographing for a few weeks now. The Imperial Aerowings had done their duty, and in the haze of the smoke filled room from cigarettes and the like, something that individuals who were under great stress had been puffing away upon, held their eyes to the display monitors. Sheefs of intelligence, dossiers on the terrain and the pacification estimates, losses that might occur, what was acceptable, etc. With due diligence by the number crunchers, the expansion effort was being formulated even as the newly crowned Emperor gave a speech to the masses. Fleet Lord Yagar Ni'Vek was seated at the head of the table, appointed by the now emperor to serve as his left, while Kaorin became the right. He stubbed out his third or fourth cigarette into the waiting ashtray, cleared his throat and spoke. The preliminary reports have been made. As of now, myself and Vice Lord Kaorin, have been given authorization by the newly crowned Emperor, to proceed with our plans of expansion. He turned towards another senior officer, General Ti'Ran Elghinn, head of House Buki Elghinn. As doing so, a junior officer approached with a briefcase. It was chained to his right wrist and he set it down, opening after a combination was entered. Within it, a keycard rested and a type of machine to read it. Ti'Ran reached over, broke the keycard case and inserted the card. It required now the keycard of the senior most officer, of which was that of Ni'Vek. He gave his card to the handcuff bearing officer and it was slid within the machine, with both codes matching, thus the icon screens going green in hue. General Ti'Ran, began Ni'Vek. You are hereby authorized to begin mobilization of the following forces, for deployment and securing of the northern territories of the former Cussian lands. You will command, with your choice of officers, the army group Hades. The force that is authorized under your command is the entirity of the Hades Northern Border Force; o 1st Legionnaires 'Renor Xukuth' Motor Rifle Regiment, Hades o 15th Legionnaires 'Renor Xukuth' Motor Rifle Regiment, Hades o 283rd Legionnaires 'Mzil Velven' Motor Rifle Regiment, Hades o 1st Legion 'Olath Orn' Tank Regiment, Hades o 147th Legion 'Bel'la Kyorl' Artillery Regiment, Kovo(Border of Beautancus) o 1117th Air Defence Regiment, Kovo o 136th Independent Intelligence Battalion, Kovo o 1174th Independent Anti-Tank Battalion, Kovo o 211st Independent Engineer Battalion, Kovo o 614th Independent Chemical Battalion o 47th Independent Signal Battalion, Kovo o 190th Independent Maintenance Battalion, Hades o 1063rd Independent Supply Battalion, Hades o 370th Independent Medical Battalion, Hades * 51st Parachute Landing Regiment, Tula(2.5km east of Hades) *89th Light Armor Regiment, Tula * 137th Parachute Landing Regiment, Tula * 1182nd Artillery Regiment, Efremov(Secondary border deployment, 3.5km north of Hades) * 107th Independent Air Defence Regiment, Efremov * 322nd Independent Engineer Battalion, Efremov * 731st Independent Communications Battalion, Tula * 43rd Independent Repair Battalion, Tula * 110th Independent Transport Squadron, Tula Ni'Vek continued. You will begin immediate deployment of orders. You are tasked with mobilization and transport of your forces into the assigned battle and securement area. These orders are confirmed by the Defense Ministry and by the will of the Emperor. Ti'Ran leaned back in his seat a bit, and seemed to contemplate a good deal in his head before he spoke. As the Emperor wills, so shall I serve. I do however have some questions. One, my support I will assume is the Home Guard forces of the imperial legionary, of which I can only assume that Kaorin will deploy after my initial forces do so. Is this to prevent any other nation from perhaps attempting to cross into the Cussian territories while we are doing so? Also what of the Tagmatine? Will they stand idly by? They've been rather testy lately with the navy. A chuckle resounded about the table as the thought of their southern neighbor having a bit of a fit. Ni'Vek gestured and the group fell silent. They seem to be playing the long game with us, and they cannot effectively do anything other then issue a stern word perhaps. The Home Guard will indeed shore up your efforts, maintaining vigilance alongst the Cussian western border while your forces occupy Ttoile. Meanwhile the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Aerowings will also be deploying, with the navy landing units and forces alongst the eastern sea holdings of the Cussian wildlands. The aerowings I am told shall continue photography runs and if need be, supply and suppression missions. Ti'Ran nodded to all of this, before promptly sliding to a stand and giving Ni'Vek a salute. Very well Sir. Army Group Hades will begin immediate mobilization. I estimate based on force locations, the projections, estimated in my head sir, it shouldnt take more then two weeks to prepare for a border crossing and begin occupation of the capital within another two weeks time. Ni'Vek returned the salute. May you earn the glory of the battlefield General...
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    On a video screen, the figure of General Ti'Ran shown from his most recently constructed forward command point. The light from said screen helped to further illuminate an otherwise already lit area. A long square table, filled with other ranking officers, consul and the current monarch of the Sovereign Imperium. Aides had already handed out the missive from the Arhomaneia, an office of authority attached that fell into the foreign affairs ministry equivalency and more as much as the Imperium saw them. Ji'Mar had already read it, as had those gathered, the Imperium's top leaders, The Council of Nine. On his right, Lesser Prince Ajax Hur Elemmiire, head of The First Circle (Ministry of Foreign Trade Affairs), on the immediate left, newly promoted Fleet Lord Kaorin Renor Elemmiire head of The Second Circle (Military Command and Control). Further down, across from one another Vicelord Garen Thadias Orn of The Seventh Circle (ECC - Imperium Security Services), Vicelord Nize Kra'xuth of The Third Circle (Foreign Affairs Ministry), Grand Admiral Tihun Xun of The Fifth Circle (Naval Command and Control), Aria Hallas Zun, Vicelord of House Tagnik Zun and Fourth Circle (Medical Technology Services Ministry) Consul, Baroness Beira Vek Elemmiire of House Vek Elemmiire head of The Fifth Circle (Social, Health and Population Services Ministry), Duke Yasa Elemmiire Orn II, of House Olath Orn, head of The Sixth Circle (Industrial Oversight and Environmental Services Ministry), and last but not least, Thei'de Kantra Velven, head of The Eighth Circle (Ministry of Religious Affairs and Applications). Ji'Mar began..My Lords and Ladies of the Council, we are on the precipice it would seem with our most honored ally. Things have been, let us say, less than stellar following the naval exercise in what we know as the Ranke Sea. Perhaps we should have smoothed things over, but that is in hindsight to their protest. He continued after a momentary pause. I believe that we must show the world that our Cussian brothers and sisters, will not be harmed under our occupation and then annexation. Beyond those already fighting of course. Now, you as the council, must offer consul as it were to the state of things, lets us begin. I have invited General Ti'Ran to this meeting, because he is our forward lead of the battlefield. My Lord Emperor.. A gravelly voice broke through first. Grand Admiral Tihun Xun became the first to share his opinion on the matter at hand. It would be wise to agree to some of these terms, although the religious request does seem like they are fishing. I would, if I were them, be worried over the river borne economy, and I say this to you my liege, that whatever we do in the north, not affect the trade. If they were to close river access, I think even my friend ..He put it tersely at that, towards that of Prince Hur Elemmiire. Would also share these sentiments that we not do this. It might adversely affect our southern neighbor a touch, but it would jeopardize the Imperium's trade significantly. He drew up both hands, and held them just under his chin. I would say, the first and the third articles of this letter, be the ones that we agree to. I concur my Emperor. Came the voice of the mostly artificial seeming Kantra, High Cleric as well of the most dominant religion within that of the Imperium. Our wise neighbor to the south, knows that we have little tolerance for those that pursue this Christianity ideology. He raise a right index finger adorned in a metal talon of some sort. If we offer humanitarian aid and transport to those who wish to be resettled within the lands of Arhomaneia, then that would be the best course of action. The Arhomaniki Red Cross is known to those of us in the Eighth Circle, if we were to allow them access to the refugee routes, deployment and delivering, it would better ease this period of transition. Furthermore, to ensure that it appeals to you my Liege, the Eighth Circle will consider this a moment of Holy Endeavor and cover the needs to do so. At the Eighth Circles command is social workers, templar, and transportation abilities. The word only need be given. Ji'Mar nodded a bit, and glanced towards the screen. And you General, what say you on the matter? Ti'Ran appeared to be in thought, agreeing to the cleric and the others before he spoke. My Emperor, assorted and gathered consul, this decision is heavy. So long as they are not peacekeepers, observers only, my command will allow them access, unfettered to the currently occupied areas. If they wish to ride into the combat zones, then so be it, perhaps the rebels will not shoot at an Arhomaneian observer vehicle. Those of you who have not spoken up, this means you've agreed to this? The now Emperor turned his attentions to the several house lords and others. A voice spoke up, belonging to Vicelord Nize Kra'xuth of The Third Circle (Social Services and Population Ministry). My Emperor, I am the acting voice for those that have not put their words to play, they abide by the agreements and so forth put so by their counterparts and shall abide by any ruling that you so deem to make from it. Ji'Mar offered a rueful shake of head, slow to crack the neck as he leaned backward into the simple chair that he had claimed. A slight pinch of fingers against the luxurious suit worn, as if to see if the silk really was such before he spoke.Very well, my decision is thus. We shall allow for the observers, the resettlement of these Christians to Arhomaneia, and at the Grand Admirals advice, we shall not threaten nor build up of anything past the normal in the main river thoroughbout. I expect river patrols to be maintained, keeping smuggling and piracy to our standard levels of near non-existence. Military deployment options will avoid our river link with Arhomaneia, and we shall take all measures to avoid this. He raised his right hand towards the screen. General, if they accept these terms, you will be notified of observers being deployed. Since they will more then likely have to come through the Imperium or via the sea, have you secured an Northern port? The General nodded somewhat. My Emperor, the forces of the 283rd Legionnaires 'Mzil Velven' Motor Rifle Regiment, 15th Legionnaires 'Renor Xukuth' Motor Rifle Regiment, and the 97th Sargtlin Armored Corps has seized the rail and commercial port of Ulusk near our border with the Cussian territories. Under the command of General Riksha Valk Sargtlin, the port has been occupied nearly from the start. The rail line is under protection, and leads towards our current deployment area. If the Arhomaneian observers wish to come via there, they may do so. A nod from the seated Emperor. Thank you General Ti'Ran, may your troops earn glory. The monitor faded as did the man, until the picture became black. Wordlessly, he looked over a small reply to be sent back. To: The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion From: The offices of The Third Circle (Foreign Affairs Ministry), via Vicelord Nize Kra'xuth, on behalf of the Emperor of the Sovereign Imperium On behalf of the Emperor, The Council of the Nine and Military Officers in the field, the following has been authorized, Notice via the commanding officer of the Northern Occupation, General Ti'Ran of the Army Group Hades Taskforce. The rules of war are being applied. Enemy combatants as dictated by this law is being adhered to. Those who surrender, shall be redirected to holding facilities until such a time they can be dealt with. All prisoners and conditions will be available to observers and members of the Arhomaniki Red Cross Organization. The Sovereign Imperium will allow the following; Observers from Arhomaneia to both occupied and combat zones within the northern Cussian territory. The resettlement of Christian persons to Arhomaneia, and the usage of Arhomaniki Red Cross to offer any medical care that is not covered under the authority of the The Eighth Circle (Ministry of Religious Affairs and Applications)
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    This thread has meant that I had to dig out an old nation's factbook to check on a few things. They reference Nestorian Christianity as as minority religion in their nation. Without getting into the the theology involved or attempting to (even more) awkwardly retcon a few things, should I basically just metaphorically flip a coin and come up with some Roman-sounding name for Eurth's version of a heretical strand of Christianity that spread through a state that kind of played a role similar to the Persians of real life?
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    Fire from the sky, It hunts us, Fell is their laughter, As our bodies burn, and our bones become black by their touch. Excerpt, Refugee's of Jethnea'la 73 Hours into the Assault of Hamai Prata-Khan De'Raz settled himself within the interior of the MCA-7H Main Battle Tank, that was a foreign design. Only veteran units utilized the MCA-7H which was working quite well in the Liberation of the Cussian Northern Occidental territories. At times he would spot an enemy tank, but such were rare. Most of the times it was that of an infantry fighting vehicle or some sort of armored personnel carrier of the insurgency forces. A rumbling thunder issued forth, and from beyond the earthen and concrete works of the defensive border of the commercial area around that of Haakon Bridge and the outskirts of the actual city of Hamai, into the outskirts and old townships that had sprung up after the walled city had filled up, came the armored fist of their Emperor. Treaded beasts lumbered as a spreading black wave, crushing vehicle and wall alike. The sensation of rise and fall was felt first in his stomach and then the rest of him as the tank drove over the smoldering wreckage of an AT-70 armored personnel carrier, falling about half way and pretty much halving it at that point. The metal flattening with a screeching sound, compacted into the pavement by the weight of their steel and chobham armored beast. The sound of anti-infantry weapon's barely registered within the cockpit of the beast, the roar of the main cannon firing a tremor easily forgotten about as buildings were knocked asunder. The futile anti-tank rocketry flicked aside as if but childrens toys. Hardly a scuff mark shown on their home and protector, numbered one-twelve on right and left turret sides. Deftness of it's operators shown as the vehicle spun about upon whirring treads, blazing a path through the occupied areas, death was theirs to deliver and deliver they did. Overhead, whirling rotor blades brought forth the gunships that tracked and dispensed the Emperor's justice where the panzers did not succeed. Running figures slain in mere seconds, gouging the earth in explosions of brown and grey while fire blossomed about. Swooshing sounds filled the air atop this deathly chorus, followed by the crumping sounds of exploding concrete, mortar, metal, glass, and so on. As panzer and gunship methodically cleared block by block, armored carrier dispensed the faceless hazmat suited shock-troops, the Imperial Templar Purifiers. They who could not be swayed, bought, or pleaded with. The foul, fell, language that carried the true Haru forth echoed forth as cleansing the land of resistance. Bullet surgeons, ceasing the last defiant pleas of the rebels before them. It is here that Khan Graer would emerge into the soot covered day. Templar squad spread out, cautiously moving forward into the urban jungle of the breached foreign city's urban and industrial sprawl. CBAR-01's positioned, flick of three fingers from upraised left arm sent a few of his unit forward. Providing cover fire from their underslung forty millimeter grenade launchers, phosphorus and high explosive rounds were lobbed with ka-thunk sounds echoing into a suspected spot. A wet crumping sound, bodies of soft clothed defenders sent twirling outwards, ragdolls to the whims of gravity. Screaming figures trying to shed their clothing as the phosphorus rounds had impacted amidst them, burning them alive only to die in withering hail of bullets. Each body given an additional round, just to be safe. Maybe just over two hundred meters away from where Graer was cautiously edging out into the urban sprawl, Pra'Non, First Ji of the Second Regiment of the 15th Legion Mzil Velven, had advanced with a contingent of Templars further into former Cussian territory, and was now hiding behind a low and often crumbling retaining wall that had protected a garden once. CBAR-01 clutched and a slight peek around the corner, allowing the display of the vision piece worn over left eye to gather findings. A hail of bullets from small arms and other weapons tore shrapnel from the wall and once pristine street. He gave the hand gestures to the rest of his squad, no more then ten to load the 40mm grenade rounds. Shouting towards the machine-gun nest setup during their distraction. As the rebel forces scrambled towards a better position while soldiers who had been advancing were caught in the bursting of that weapon, explosions of entrails and organs splashing against the streets and what once were the walls of buildings, Pra'Non and his men rose up and the " Thunk " sound echoed loudly. Grenades arced from their position into the now exposed lead element of the insurgency forces caught out in the open. The result terrible in its beauty. Limbs ripped free of their home, bodies tossed about like rag dolls and now retribution came. Pra'Non found the first survivor as they advanced, a rebel soldier of some sort missing portion of leg below the right knee. With eyes wide, withdrew the ceremonial blade, a weapon long associated with brutality as it was double edged and serrated wickedly. Raising it above his head with both hands, grip forming, the swift strike down rewarded with a splash of his enemy's blood across the bottom half of chin. A slow rise, looking at the corpse as his men did what was necessary. Bayonet thrusts to the living, while doing such. He hadnt seen the armor approaching, the jury rigged tanks that led ancient armored personnel carriers and so forth. Not until the rumble and that sort of look one takes when in a dream. Blade in hand, his rifle upon back there was nothing to be had but death, raising the blade, he screamed at the tank. The shout made the others turn or look up from sending their foes to the next plane of existence, where the next war would be fought between the souls of the ages past. The first of many shells struck home, knocking many backwards, cartwheeling into rubble when explosive might did not kill them outright. It only took a few seconds of massed firing, the first of many units of Templar to be annihilated by rebel armored cavalry breaking through, pushing their lines ever further into territory they once held earlier. Fists of the Emperor 1st Black August Royal Tank Legion House Olath Orn Sponsored Haakon Bridge Commercial Area An armor piercing high explosive round crumpled a section of the nearest building structure. Since the building was probably already weakened by artillery strikes, and not meant to be a hardened structure, it was easy prey for the S-94A Jelduno Main Battle Tank that crashed through another building. Mortar blocks, cement dust, and other debris trailed down the beast's form as gunfire rattled from the beast, cutting a red swath through the rebel forces that it encountered and or just laid down suppressive fire for good measure. Gout's into the flesh of the earth were made by the roars of the armored column, throwing plumes of smoke and a spray of dirt in the form of fine mist and clods. Augustinian Caedalus, Sengar d'isto of the 1st Black August Royal Tank Regiment, waited, guarding a position that held a canal and had been a defended position before his arrival. The rebels and the sympathizers of the area would be sure to send troops this way, and he was to defend against such. The rebels in the area were taking quite a beating, supposedly he might just find his own death, or so his commander had said. Promises, promises. Nestled within the cupola of the great beast, the S-94a, he watched the one sided battle of a rebel unit being picked off. A rakish grin formed as he saw an insurgent of some kind with a light machine gun get his head split open like a watermelon and an M80 firecracker going off. The concrete dust and shrapnel littered the area as the support gunner keeled over and twitched a bit from still active nerves. Yes, this was going smoothly. As long as they kept the spread out rebel infantry units from aiding their brethren, the purge of the enemy forces could be done in a methodical and precise fashion, allowing them to refocus their attention upon the advancing their forces northward to aid the forces advancing from the Haakon bridge position. A hand gesture to his junior ranked officers and the regiments engines rumbled to life. The horizon was an orange and red mix, it was dark in this morning, and yet the sky was beautiful in it's most horrific of ways. The light, that mixture that burned the heavens was from the war. The constant barrages, rockets, airstrikes, that were pounding the city of Hamai and it's surrounding areas made for a sort of surreal experience in his eyes. Hammers of the Emperor 107th Independent Air Defence Regiment Not to be outdone, the HAF sent it's aerocraft screaming forth from the firebases that were either already available or being constructed, jet streams carved swathes through the blue sky, followed at times by crumpled metal spinning out of control spouting flames and dark smoke towards the ground in ear shattering explosions from the impact. Advancing, Siet-Khan Ke'Bar was playing a deadly game of hide and seek with the insurgency ground forces and their deadly mobile anti-aircraft vehicles and so forth. Quickly pushed against the pedal with right foot while hand gripped the stick. Left hand against throttle control while Kenyet Altro adjusted the tracking and guidance system as the Mil-24E Hind thundered along, barely twenty meters above the ground. The 20mm Gatling cannon blazing spats of hate towards the enemy lines, assumed positions and like the tank regiment below, adding suppressive fire to the mix. Of course either side was trying to outflank the other. Ke'Bar's orders were clear though, drive the enemy soldiers to keep their heads down while the Army Group Hades forces advanced. Altro broke him from his daydreaming however with a panicked scream, he blinked and looked at the tracker. A solid pinging sound of a beep echoed throughout the cockpit. He had only moments to close his eyelids before the gunship exploded outwards. The victim of a ground based R4 SAM, that had been fired from the courtyard of an abandoned apartment building.
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    Qee'lak Luth'ol HG-02/A Heavy Gunship Northern Border Deployment Zone The aerocraft that carried General Ti'Ran, and his personal bodyguard of Tagnik Zun, was none other then the fast support rotorless helio " Qee'lak Luth'ol ". A heavily armed gunship slash transport carrier used by every legion of the Haru military machine. Painted an off-white, it skimmed across mountain and flat ground alike, with it's navigator pinging out radar imagery so that the already deployed and crossing the border forces of Army Group Hades would see them on approach. It's crew of three saw the world in the deep green of the enhanced helmet vision cam. Scouring the way ahead, to the sides, and the rear for any sign of the out of the ordinary. Ti'Ran sat in the center of the aircraft while the rubber hazmat suited Tagnik Zun legionnaires, complete with HAIAR-1's clutched firmly, stood in a defensive formation. There were ten of these legionnaires, and that was more than enough for this. A pair of Wyrven all weather aerofighters had accompanied the transport up until the border would be in range. Giving their neighbor to the south pause, they would then move during the distraction and move to the Hamai provisional territories, having begun the siege of them already. The main goal would be to sever Hamai from the rest of the unified warlords though. Bombing around it would prevent the rebels and their supports/sympathizers from being able to flee. How best to do that though? Such would weigh heavily upon the tactical mind of Ti'Ran. There was much to loose as well as to gain. Fortune does favor the bold, but only if the bold can hold on. The lead pilot made a twirling motion with index finger and that was the signal for landing given to Ti'Ran. He offered a nod of head, even as eyes of light green kept a neutral front and lacked a certain amount of empathy. Ti'Ran kept an appearance that was simple, the attire a jet black pair of jackboots, leather belt and strap. Gloves covered hands and an officers cap rested atop head. Underneath was a silver shade of hair, cut down to the stubble. A tilt of head to the head of his security detachment, and a nod to accompany as the craft bounced softly upon landing. The Tagnik Zun formed up at the helio's rear and sides, facing outwards and without further words. With his security head at side, he was the first to disembark, the specialist troops following behind as he approached a saluting senior officer, Sengar d'isto Di'Ko of the AGH. General, we have at your orders, set up a forward command base near the outlying areas of the Hamai province just twenty minutes from here by vehicle. Awaiting your order of advancement is the 89th Light Armor Regiment, who at your order will proceed towards the Haakon bridge that extends into the light industrial area of Hamaii City. Following them will be the 211st Independent Engineer Battalion and the 283rd Legionnaires 'Mzil Velven' Motor Rifle Regiment. Our aerial reconnaissance shows it to be lightly defended by the rebels of the area, who have chosen to fortify further inwards more heavily. Di'Ko spoke as now walking beside General Ti'Ran, leading the way to an armored transport vehicle, mindful of the anti-aircraft fire that might spring up should a low flying transport get to close to the still held rebel areas. Ti'Ran looked wistfully at the border leading to the Haru lands before speaking towards Di'Ko. Issue the order to advance. 55 Hours into Cussian Border Deployment Northern Border-Haakon Bridge, Hamai City Siet Khan (roughly translated means something similar to 2nd Lt) Dabin climbed up the rungs of the AT-110 Infantry Fighting Vehicle towards it's cupola hatch. The command vehicle for the 89th Light Armor Regiment, serving the House Sargtlin and that of the Army Group Hades legionary task-force deployed to the former Cussian border. The vehicle was already loaded with a small complement of troops and crew as he slid into position behind the sloped gun shield. He was lanky in build, wisps of blonde hair cropped short against the scalp. Like most Haru he wore a rebreather, but not the goggles so many were accustomed to seeing them in. His uniform was specifically for this sort of environment, being a semi-tropical terrain, highly urbanised area. Red, black and light orange splashed together. Throat mic in place covered a rather wicked scar, a badge of honor from close combat nearly a year ago in the Occidental badlands. Just over the age of twenty-one, he was of the Vek Sargtlin, a commoner-military line that served the greater House Sargtlin. A slight turn about, as wearing the headset that was passed up to him and he raised his right arm. Behind the command IFV, and in front of it, were several dozen Rhidan LMV's, a popular lightly armored recon vehicle that could survive IED's and so forth. Essentially a Haru Humvee in spirit if not appearance and ability. Accompanying were another half dozen AT-110's, about the same S-12 Halftrack armored personnel carriers, and the hardest hitting of his entourage were a pair of Cbetan Light Tanks. Behind this, was the 8th Detachment of Heavy Armor. This consisted of ten S-94a Jelduno main battle tanks and four S-17 APALV'S. His orders were to provide offensive and defensive cover for the 211st Independent Engineer Battalion and the 283rd Legionnaires 'Mzil Velven' Motor Rifle Regiment in assessing and repairing the Haakon bridge as necessary, so as to ease crossing of forces into Hamai City for occupation. He waved his right arm and the engines came to life, reverberations in the air, followed by diesel fumes. Turning to forward, he lanced his arm out and the lead vehicles being the Rhidan LMV's motored forth, leaving the relative safety of the northern borderlands for the urban jungle ahead. 63 Hours into Assault Northern Border-Haakon Bridge, Hamai City The first sign of trouble came from a garbled and rushed communique from the lead element of the convoy. The explosion was seen soon after as the Rhidan came racing around a corner, only to be caught by the explosion that appeared to come from the ground up. Dabin ordered the convoy to spread apart as it was apparent that rebel artillery was in fact, in the area. As his herd of lightly armored vehicles began to spread out, rocket-propelled grenades and heavy machine-gun fire from concealed positions in the houses, low buildings and even wreckage began to take its toll. The close quarters provided his enemy with plenty of cover and freedom of movement while he was not afforded such. His command vehicle was retreating from the main road to an alleyway, attempting to flank when he saw a following S-12 engulfed by flame. The men were screaming, falling out of the vehicle like burning match sticks and then the transport shattered apart as a secondary hit split it's sides. As he ducked inside of the cupola, the gunner of his command vehicle was already hammering the house with the thirty-millimeter cannon, incendiary rounds visible as the cannon thundered. Concrete and mortar splintered aside, and then it was impacting something else. Fifteen rounds or so in, and the enemy position shattered, it's concealment boiling with fire, smoke and charred remains of the enemy combatants within. Rebels spilled out of the positions nearby as the buildings became fire traps, and he was grimly aware of his satisfaction at eliminating them with the twelve point seven millimeter heavy machine-gun. The rounds stitched across the inhuman forms that twitched or spazzed across the road and grassy areas. For every kill the rebels might have earned, they were mercilessly being routed. The enemy as he relayed his report live and without consideration of say, profanities, that the enemy was poorly trained though determined. He reported that ten minutes into the combat,the enemy force already lost a sizable portion of their defensive positions and what makeshift technicals and or other 'armor' possessed, he was in the process of removing with ruthless and disciplined fire. An explosion echoed his report as dirt clumps, mortar, and rocks spanged off the side of the command vehicle. The thirty millimeter was barking more now, streaming deadly tungsten tipped rounds towards the enemy. An enemy infantry fighting vehicle new twenty years ago or so, died a glorious death, buckling and then exploding outwards, catching wayward rebels with hot pieces of shrapnel that carved through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. The remainder of the rebel forces fought, valiantly but ultimately without hope. One by one vehicles were destroyed, until the last, the lone rebel vehicle, a decades old tank sporting numerous jury rigged patches and 'reactive armor' already hit a few times, but still alive was bouncing it's way through a variety of buildings and positions. Treads clanking, it's maingun spewing fire as it's anti-personnel weaponry rattled time and time again. It's death was however quite spectacular, if more then overkill. While roving about, it was presenting a hard target for the HIL artillery and due to it's close nature to friendly infantry positions, said artillery was sporadic. Having closed the distance, the rebel tank had effectively crossed the gap between enemy fire suppression, but had found itself in the throes of the 89th's light armor and infantry units. As it trudged past a small two story building, an explosion rang out followed by the sound of metal flapping against metal and earth. A thermobaric rocket propelled grenade gone off and displaced the tracks on the old rebel tank. As the turret began to turn towards logical placement of the enemy, no less than a three more of the same type of rocket-propelled grenades struck the body of the tank from two different directions. It vanished in a hail of fire, the turret completely blown from the main body, landing some twenty feet away. The body itself cracked and split apart, throwing metal and fire in a three hundred sixty degree area.
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    Either works, I'd say. It's up to you.
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