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The Estate of Senator Saren Malvec

It is a warm evening, the sun starting to set over the countryside outside Paldred. Saren Melvec owned a large farm growing oliva wheat, tended by several slaves but predominantly members of the lower class, though he only paid minimally. His family had a senatorial seat for last fifty years, making him and two dozen other families part of a small class considered 'new men'. He had just finished strolling through the southern fields when he spotted a car approach the residence. Saren employed ten personal guards alongside an assessor to keep an eye on his workers. The armed men couldn't make out who was coming at them and moved swiftly to stop and surround the vehicle. The individual inside the car was Gathan Darok.

"Get out of my way, I am looking for your master," Darok fumed as he got out of the car. "Do you have any proof that you are meeting with him?" the guard questioned tensely. "Of course not, this is an impromptu visit, now tell Saren I am here to see him." His guards would hear none of it. Saren had just crossed into the main courtyard of the residence when he heard the dispute going on in front. He rushed to see what was going on. "Enough, out of the way!" he commanded, seeing Gathan. "I was not expecting a visit by you today," he said, and then turned angerly to his guards. "Let him go, all of you, check on the last field before letting the freemen leave for the night. Assessor, account for your slaves. Now go." The armed men gave their guest a single stare before following their orders.

"I apologize for their behavior," he remarked, eying them leave. "No matter, we need to talk, in private," Darok responded. "After dinner, Darule has just finished making it. Please join us at the table." The two men would proceed to eat. Night fell over the estate and the two men would stroll around, Kavit wine in their hands. As they walked, the wheat fields waved silently in the distance.

Darok was quiet for a moment before speaking up. "The Republic is at a crossroads," he started, "instability, inaction, corruption, treachery. It could all fall apart at any time." Seren took a sip of his wine. "You know as well as I do that this has been the case since Marrok. He has stood since then, he will continue to do so." Gathan took a bold step. "The Continuing Committee may think Terix was the right choice to appoint because of his military career but he does not know the first thing that involves governing." Malvec stopped. "What are you getting at?"

"We need a stronger Praetor." Malvec interjected, "and who would you suggest?"

"Me."

Malvec was silent, swirling his glass a few times before responding. "You," putting considerable tension on it before breaking out a chuckle. "You have to be kidding."

"I'm not," he snapped. "I want to be Praetor."

Realizing that Gathan was being serious, Seren grew alarmed. "The Praetor has many friends in the military and quite loved by the people. What you are proposing is political suicide."

"I can make friends. I have the means," he said putting his wine glass on a railing and put his hand into an interior pocket of his elaborate tunic. In his hand was what appeared to be a check, made out to the amount of 200,000 Chaks. "What do you say friend?" he questioned as he extended it to Seren.

Malvec wasn't a particularly notable aristocrat. His individual power didn't concern him. He needed his vote.

"No, we can't." He said. "It is nothing against you. I envy your wealth, as do a great many in the Senate but I am loyal to the Praetor." Gathan's smile turned into a cold stare. "I see," he said tensely.

He finished his glass of wine. "Thank you for the meal and for the glass of wine, Malvec. Seeing as there is nothing else to discuss, I must return to Dartha." Seren nodded and brought Darok back to his car.

Gathan got in and his driver, Prelek handed him his cell phone. "Your phone rang while you were with him," he reported. He eyed the missed call entry. "Ah my wife, Vela," he commented. "Let's go," he instructed him as the car drove away from the estate.

As the car left the driveway and onto the main road, Gathan dialed a number.

"I have a job for you. Now listen carefully..."

Hours would pass. A car slowly approached the compound as Seren and his wife slept in the master bedroom, their two daughters in another. The car came to a halt out front and four men emerged: hired thugs come to solve Darok's dilemma. They knocked out the guards and threatened the assessor. With any opposition out of the way, he snuck into the residence. One pair went to the children's bedroom on the first floor and captured them, bringing them back to the car, to be raised by Darok's family. The other pair ascended to the upper level and assassinated both husband and wife and would dispose of their bodies in the field, making it look like an accident by way of being attacked by one of Rihan's violent nighttime birds. Before they left, they placed two notes on the desk.

The following morning, the estate was surrounded by personnel of the local police (Dyyhti'theirr). There wasn't much evidence to go off of, except for the notes left on the desk during the night. One of them was entitled "Last Will and Testament," the other was a letter addressed to one of the highest governing bodies in the Republic: "To the Continuing Committee."

The deceased Senator Malvec had entrusted all his property to Darok and asked the Continuing Committee to accept his resignation and asked them to find a worthy replacement to take his seat.

Never turn your back.

 

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Free Labor

A ship's horn could be heard on the horizon. "There she is now," said the harbormaster, peering through his binoculars. He turned to his subordinate and instructed him to hand him the radio. Grasping it in one hand, he said "the cargo from Southern Alharu is here. Inform Senator Darok." Mirek's harbormaster was on the up with a highly questionable business arrangement Gathan had brokered with the Faramountian Economy Minister when he had last been in Rihan sorting out some oil and natural gas investments with their counterparts. The cargo ship got closer and closer and docked on the quay.

Rihannsu border guards were brought aboard to inspect the cargo but their procedure was hastened by the harbormaster who gave each of them a small contribution for their service. The criminal and the desperate of Faramount had been given a 'second chance' in Rihan to wash away their records back home, all for fifteen years service to the Republic. It would not be pleasant. As the first individuals had begun to disembark for processing, Darok arrived in his car. Prelek, his aide and driver opened the car door and he proceeded to watch them make landfall. "They're late," he muttered to the harbormaster, "they were supposed to be here last week." He contemplated taking action upon his bribed sea captain but realized he needed him and was not prepared to spend precious time and money getting a new one, let alone the bribes it would take to circumvent the RTC.

Darok stood on the quayside for over an hour until the first fifty had been appropriately documented. He approached the group and stood on a box his servant Prelek had placed down. A microphone was set up and the speakers turned on. "Welcome to Rihan," he began, "you have been brought here by your Government to be given an opportunity to redeem yourselves. You are all wayward, lost. I have arranged with the authorities in New Limone to have tens of thousands of you - the criminal and misguided - to work hard, become productive, and skilled citizens. You will work here until your terms are up and then you will either be given the choice of becoming protected residents here or be given the ability to return home to Faramount..."

More Rihannsu individuals arrived on the quayside - many of whom owned massive farms in the Aihai or deep mines in the D'Kalla. Unbeknownst to the Faramountese, the several thousand on this ship were already 'sold' to these aristocrats - no so much for hard currency (something Darok didn't need more of) but for political influence both now and in the future. Etom Sedhri, one of the largest owners of agricultural land in the Plains (and was always in need of additional hands in the fields), was present. In exchange for his support on critical votes in the Senate down the road, he was asked to "support" upwards of a fifth of the total new arrivals which would number 75,000 a year per Darok's agreement with Terrone.

Bribed members of Mirek's police force had been observing everything from the sidelines, waiting for their role in this gathering - corralling the arrivals with their respective groups by 'supporter.' They began slowly filtering into their position on the far side of the large loading area. Darok was still speaking, "now that you have been accounted for, each of you has been given a card with a number. You will first see the medics behind me for a prompt examination and then you will go to the area marked with your number," he could see some members in the crowd starting to get very nervous. "There is nothing to fear. We are here to help you. Form up. Now." Beside the policemen were a small group of grim, tough men. The Assessors, the individuals charged with their new arrivals 'discipline' to the same level they too applied to those still enslaved people.

At first, the process was calm, but then there was trouble. One man decided he did not want to follow instructions and instead charged straight for the Senator. The man was armed with nothing more than a piece of shattered glass he had hidden in his pants to protect himself and his meager belongings from his other shipmates on the voyage south. Gathan's personal Zelvorian bodyguards shot him and died before hitting the ground.

There was complete silence in the loading area. Darok picked up the microphone again, "let that be a warning to you all, obey or face the consequences. Your supporters will remind you of this until it is second nature. Do not forget this moment."

Everything else went without a problem after that. The processing and ordering took all day but by the time began to set, the aristocrats drove away with their gifted workforce. Darok smiled knowing that he had gained several new friends both within and outside the chamber with this simple exchange. The harbormaster approached him, "the next shipment is expected to arrive by the weekend." Gathan nodded silently and let his complicit mariner leave him. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed Senator Tela. "...wanted to let you know that your extra hands will be in the next few days...of course...thank you, Consul, good night" and hung up. His deliverance had gotten him very close to being put in line for becoming the next Nej'ahar consul when the time came. And one step closer to the Praetorship. His personal aide Prelek opened the car door and he got in, back to Dartha.

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Responding to the Seylosians

The Senate was in session the day following the declaration of victory over the Enolians at Duronom. While there were some nations that was happy to hear that the war was going well, namely those of the Aurelian League, in the name of bringing stability to a part of the continent that could have spread such terror to other nation-states as far away as Kirvina. There were other nations that were neutral in their assessment of the conflict, waiting on the sidelines to see whatever happens at the conclusion of the war; and then, there were the Seylosians.

Tevus Pranana had stepped down from the Senate and his son, Hevim, had succeeded him in the chamber but he retained his role as Foreign Minister for the Republic. He had a contrite conversation with his Seylosian counterpart. In the end, that discussion had not settled the matter of Duronom and Enolia with the Seylosian government. They took it one step further by issuing a stinging statement over the SBC within the hour following the call. Pranana had been given the transcript of that statement and brought it with him to the session.

Praetor Terix arrived as everyone was told to sit down by the Proconsul. He instructed Pranana to read the statement. He cleared his voice and read it aloud. "...we are incredibly disappointed that Rihan has continued to engage in such an aggressive war with its neighbor. While we understand that a terrorist attack is behind the motivations for invasion, we are not satisfied with how Rihan has conducted itself through these military operations. Instead of diplomacy, Rihan has taken the route of total conquest, to keep the people of Enolia under their rule. We can only imagine how much more suffering will come of this and how many slaves could result from this. Seylos wants Rihan to know that we are watching."

There was grumbling from the senators in the room. Senator Tomair stood up, "the Seylosians clearly do not know what they are talking about. This is a war to reclaim honor that was attacked by these terrorists. They instigated this misfortunate now befalling them because they could not accept the harmony that stood between our two nations for a decade since the last time we fought them. They misconstrue this war as one of obtaining slaves. They could not be further from the truth. When this war ends, the Enolians will still be allowed to live the lives they held before the war - we want to bring the Enolian Guard to heel and those responsible brought to justice. The Seylosians compare our order to slavery. We want order in Aurelia." 

Gathan Darok was next to speak. "Enolia could have avoided the entire war if they had surrendered those responsible, as Senator Tomair has said. But at the same time, we are doing an honorable act by bringing peace to a territory that has been under the control of a cabal of despotic councilors who have no interest in the livelihood of their people. They are oppressed. The Enolian Guard has been the instrument that has caused nothing but pain and suffering on them. We do ourselves honor by bringing hope and prosperity to these people. Yes, lives have been lost. But it is not in vain, nor is it to take possession of their very persons for our gain," he paused for a moment, "Enolia will be better for all under the Republic - the threat of terrorism will be eliminated. All will thrive. The Seylosians want everyone to suffer just because we do not prescribe to their viewpoint."

He had a vested interest, like many of his colleagues in the Nej'ahar Coalition, in the success in the Enolian War. After all, he had made a deal with the Praetor to fund the war in exchange for getting access to Enolian resources and its very land. Chatak Tela, the coalition's consul nodded in agreement. Numerous other senators had spoken their mind. But there were some senators who were not as 'warmongering' and believed in the power of 'diplomacy' like Eveiss Tei but she was drowned out by Jaridan consul and notable military veteran, Alidar Jarok. The Praetor listened to each speech. He relied upon the Jaridan and the Nej'ahar to get his agenda through but he was a closeted 'centrist' at best and probably aligned more with Suketh. He recognized the importance of diplomacy but the people wanted their honor restored.

Mathon stood up from the Eagle Chair and asked for silence. "I have listened attentively to the various views presented by the membership," he paused looking at the room, "and while, as I said in my speech that led to this conflict, I would never put our brave men and women in harm's way unless it was with good reason. The threat of Enolia then was real. The threat is still real today. The victory at Duronom has reduced their threat and it will only go away when Canamar falls and the Republic's flag flies above it." The senators applauded him. He continued, "the Seylosians stand on no ground to judge our actions. They are being hypocritical and failing to recognize their own history of using military force to bring order and stability. This war will restore Rihan's honor, which has been insulted by the murder of innocent civilians. The Seylosians would have done so in kind if such dishonorable acts were committed against people in Selbourne." There were nods in the crowd. "The Seylosians should be more concerned with their own affairs in Eastern Argis than Aurelia. They will not dictate how this Republic acts. Our actions will be vindicated and verified by the global community when the dust settles. The Raptor will prevail over the Enolian snake."

The senators stood up and applauded their Praetor, even Gathan Darok. But he already had three different schemes developing in his mind as he clapped. There were plans to begin, people to talk with, wealth to generate, and power to gain.

Enoliae delenda est. Enolia mnæri seiyya. Enolia must be destroyed.

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~Interlude~

"In the Shadows" is currently between segments. Follow "Bread and Circus" (link below) until the beginning of the next segment is posted here. May you enjoy the entertainments, the feasts, and of course, the ongoing political scheming and theatrics going on in the guise of celebration.

 

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~Act 2~

The Rain

Enolia

The rain was coming down as the 10th Legion made its way northward to the capital of Canamar. "This weather is miserable," said Kassus. "We've only gone ten miles today when we should have done thirty-five," he muttered. Varak responded, "it is the roads General, they are simply nothing more than gravel, and not even that, mud." Much of the infrastructure in the central and northern reaches of the land were lackluster at best. Morror had decided to stick to non-traditional routes to keep the enemy off guard and flank them when they least expected it. "At this rate," Morror complained, "we won't make it to Canamar for another week or two..." All of a sudden, there was a loud sound in the distance. "Thunder?" asked Varak, but then it was much louder the second time, "no...artillery strike! Take cover!"

The quakes of the Enolian artillery was fierce. Duronom may have caused significant harm to the Enolian position, they wouldn't be defeated that easily. More artillery shots were heard in the distance. Morror's radio came to life. It was a report from the leaders of two forward scouting groups from the 1st Regiment. "Two brigades of the Enolian Guard are approaching your position," said one, another said, "the artillery is a distraction." Kassus picked up the speaker, "from which directions?"

"Northeast and Southwest, they are attempting an oblong sandwich attack," each had said. "Right, we are not going to get his stuck in this muck, keep us posted," he instructed. The 10th Legion would have to defend their position and attempt a counter-attack. Varak got into another vehicle and rushed up and down the army ordering units to begin holding their ground and setting up hasty bastions around their APCs. Given their location, and the general landscape of Enolia, Kassus did not have to worry about attacks from the air -- the Enolian Air Corps had been neutered in the initial sabotage campaign undertaken by the Phi'Tlaru in the days leading up to the beginning of the war. Even without metal birds over them, it only protected their heads, not the rest of their persons. Within five minutes of the recon report, the first signs of the Enolian Guard appeared from the woods alongside their muddy trek. The Enolians had timed their assault to the large rainstorm soaking both sides. It would be a bloodbath.

Dartha

Meanwhile, back in Dartha, the political intrigue resumed following the brief pause during Kassus' triumphant celebration. Liviana Charvanek had been thoroughly embarrassed by her rival and had been forced 'abandon' her own attempts to claim the Praetorship. Although she still had her 'dignity' intact because of the deal she had made with Morror, she had grown to hate the man. Knowing that such an arrangement with the General was merely a delaying tactic until he could properly neutralize her following the war. For the time being, she would play along, but she herself would scheme with her other rival, Gathan Darok. Neither like the other but with Kassus' popularity with the common people growing by the day. Charvanek decided it was time to have a proper conversation with Darok. She made her way to his townhouse in the Old City district of Dartha, not far from the Forum.

One of Darok's servants escorted her to his garden that was only beginning to bloom with the advent of the season. "...we will go to the countryside to ride the Fvai Sarith," said Darok as both he and his daughter emerged from the house. He had noticed Livana was waiting for him, "Sarith, I need to speak to the honorable Senator alone, can you please go back inside and help your mother have the servants get dinner ready," he asked. She nodded, he waited to sit down until she was back inside. "Livana, it is always a pleasure," he said in a tone of considerable snark and arrogance. Charvanek would not buy his phony pleasantries. "We both know you don't want me here, and I similarly don't really want to speak with you either, but alas, we have a common enemy." Darlok frowned, "It is a shame you consider me a distasteful person, I'd like to think you are better than that, but you are right," he waved to an attendant passing by, "wine for the two of us." The servant nodded and returned a few moments later. She took a sip as Gathan spoke.

"But you are correct, we do have a mutual problem. The Man of the People, the Honored Soldier. Kassus."

"Morror wants the Praetorship," she said bluntly. "He knows as well as we do that Mathon is weak and that his own reign on power will only last so long. The conflict is going moderately well in Enolia but not nearly as successful as the people are being led to believe. We've lost hundreds, if not thousands of brave men and women." Darok was no soldier and made no reservations about hiding this fact. "They've made the ultimate sacrifice for their State," he remarked. He did not care whether she was insulted by it or not, "we will win the war. Morror will see to that. He is the best military mind since Torindar Vrek. When the war is over, then our mutual trouble begins." Charvanek thought he was crazy. "NO! Our problems are already happening. Are you a fool or delusional! He's using the war for his gain."

"Of course he is, hasn't every Senator used their victories, whether through coin or blade or words. It doesn't matter how he gets there. But he is a soldier, and he may have friends in the Senate, but not enough between either of us." She rolled her eyes, another exaggeration by Darok -- who actually only had maybe a fourth of the chamber in his camp. "Even though that might be true," she paused, "when the war is over, he'll come for us...and the Praetor."

He had taken several sips of his wine while she gave her rebuttal to his 'calmness.' He readjusted himself in his chair. "And what do you propose to do?"

"Between my family connections and your wealth, we could get our own army to fight Kassus when the time comes."

He knew she would have to rely on his wealth. "I suppose, and how do you plan on getting around the law on private military forces," he asked. "If the Praetor were to ever find out we have our own men under arms, besides those responsible for our own protection and those of our houses, we would promptly be arrested, tried and convicted of treason and locked away in Telvan'rey for the rest of our lives, if they didn't decide to execute us immediately following the sentencing. I have quite a lot to still live for," he quipped. Liviana cut him off. "I am not saying we create an entire army, rather, buy off a legion to fight on our behalf when the time comes. In fact," she paused, "I know exactly which one -- the Fourth Legion. I have personal connections with three of the colonels," she said. Gathan gave a smile and thought to himself, "of course she knows three colonels, she's probably been very close to them when they each visited the capital while her husband was away in Calanistra." He took a further sip of his wine. It was nearly empty.

"Exactly how much would we have to pay them to act on our directives," he questioned. She knew Darok liked spending his money, but only on him or things that would be beneficial to him in the long run. "Each soldier would need sufficient funds. At least 5 years Praetorian Guard wages." He was taken aback but it was not unexpected. Paying off armies to slightly deviate from their official instructions required adequate compensation. "This is certainly a large sum of money but nothing I cannot afford, or that with some contributions from some allies in the chamber."

She believed Gathan was onboard. "With the Fourth Legion on our side, we are in a much stronger position to take the wind out of Kassus's sails when he decides to march on Dartha. When the Senate is deadlocked and the Praetor looks powerless, the two of us can step in and show true leadership and take out Morror. After that, you and I can settle our differences, and deal with Terix ourselves."

Livana then bluntly asked him. "Do we have a deal?"

He thought for a moment. He originally didn't want to be working with a rival but as a common saying went, 'keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.' Although he would have to spend money, the return on investment was sufficient in his eyes, particularly as it kept Charvanek hooked to him for the time being. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from undermining her still while both were in a temporary truce.

"I do," he replied. "A final glass of wine to symbolize our new partnership?" She nodded. With the business transaction concluded, they both engaged in small conversation only to keep an eye on the other until Vela, Gathan's wife called him for dinner. "It has been a pleasure, we will talk again soon." Darok's servant led her back to the front door of the townhouse and she was once again back onto the busy streets of the capital.

She had a bitter taste in her mouth. She had to make a deal with the devil. Her attendant had waited outside Darok's home while she met with him and opened an umbrella over her as it had begun to rain.

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Touching the Walls of Canamar

General Morror Kassus and his 10th Legion had survived the Enolian assault along the Northern road but it had cost him dearly in manpower. "...2nd cohort, 45 dead, 70 wounded..." said one of his junior officers in his command tent when his second-in-command, Colonel Varak stormed in. "That will be all for now, Major Tolpard, please have a full report on my desk within the hour." He salutes Kalenna and then Morror and makes his leave. "...we cannot sustain the fight. A whole fourth of the legion is incapacitated. We need more men."

He stared at her. "We both know the Praetor isn't going to give us any more men and the other legions are too far away. We are here now and we have to get the job with the men we have."

Kassus then stood up and looked out of the tent and observed the skyline of Canamar. Varak continued, "I refuse to accept that and we both know you are merely saying that." He nodded, "you are right. The Praetor is a fool. We are mere inches from touching the walls of the capital and I effectively cannot complete the job."

Morror paced for a few moments and then an idea popped into his head. He turned around. "There is one, rather expansive, people, who are not being used to their greatest potential."

"Who?"

"The Zelvorsu."

"You are suggesting we give our servants weapons?!"

"They are effective. Natural fighters. We did fight a very long war with them generations ago that brought them to heel." Varak was not convinced. "And how do you intend to get the sufficient numbers we need for the battles ahead? It is not like your colleagues in the Senate will go along with the idea."

"This is why I have spent the time to build the relationships that I have in the building. I am going to exchange favors in the future for their slaves. Between the thirty to fifty members in the chamber, there has to be nearly 20,000 who can be put into the field."

He paused, "it is certainly a risky proposition," he further commented, "but I believe we can secure their loyalty by giving them something both parties want. These are interesting times and war makes people do some things they'd never consider under any other circumstance." He got back into the chair behind his field desk and picked up the telephone.

Hundreds of miles away, a corresponding telephone rang at a lavish townhouse in Dartha. "Tomus Karpan," the voice said.

"My dear friend," started Morror, "it is good to hear you from this far away. I am calling from a stone's throw from Canamar. Still alive despite the Praetor's obvious attempts to sabotage me...yes...I knew he would do this, honestly, I thought he would have done it long before now...but we will win. No matter the cost...I need to ask a favor from you, and several others and it is urgent..."

Karpan, on his end of the call, nodded as he listened attentively. "You need how many?"

"20,000."

"I clearly don't have that many. I might be wealthy but I am not as much as that retched Darok or Sedhri. I have 500."

"It is a start. I plan on calling the rest of the group over the next hour to get as many commitments as I can."

"What do I get in return for doing something that is absolutely going to enrage a good many people in the Senate chamber."

"When the war is over, we will need to administer the new provinces and I will do everything in my power to get you a Governorship -- it will certainly make you a very wealthy and powerful individual. Karpan's eyes lit up, he could see millions of Chaks of personal wealth development and land holdings, along with billions under his purview in reconstruction.

"What about the others?"

"I have plenty of favors to give out. And fear not, Darok isn't getting anything from the land. The Nej'ahar can go to hell for all I care. They are unpatriotic cowards."

Tomus spoke up, "I am having dinner with Tomair Chirok, and Trann tonight and I'll ask them to help."

"You are a good man Tomus. I knew I could count on you. I am not going to begin my assault for some time. We need to weaken their defenses considerably before we make any moves. We'll be in touch soon..."

He hung up the phone. Varak commented, "I better talk with Avor about weapons stores. We might need considerably more soon. He nodded. "You are dismissed." He was now alone in the tent and picked up his phone again and dialed a private number.

"Major-General Korel Rendek."

"Korel, it's Morror. I imagine the Central Command is busy but you and I need to talk..."

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      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...
    • By Rihan
      By Proclamation of the Rihan Senate
      The Senate, at the behest of the Rihannsu people, do hereby affirm their intentions of developing meaningful relations with nations of the wider world. With the Senate's declaration, the Praetor, Mathon Terix, will comply and immediately begin to make all preparations related to this. He has appointed Senator Tevus Pranara to be responsible for representing the Senate and the People, alongside his ongoing Senatorial duties. The Rihannsu, united as one, is ready to talk, to trade, and to learn.
      thei'mnei  iemhiedh irrhmhiohs
      "May Our Discussion Succeed"
    • By Rihan
      Morror Kassus
      Honorable Noble of Rihan (Khlinæ'eri emotæ mnea Rihana)
      General of the 10th Legion (Dæus ih'Khellrea Nudhar)
      and Senator of the Republic (Deihu mnea Rheilhhu)
      does hereby announce:
      a week of feasting, arena games, and boundless entertainment lasting from Brax (March) 15-20
      in the name of
      our brave men and women who won a glorious victory at Duronom
      Free and open to the public, all provided at the personal expense of Morror Kassus
       
      OOC: As you will see concerning the date, this will take place following events yet to be played out in the "In the Shadows" plot line but I wanted to set it up now for when the time comes. Also, if people have ideas or designs for a personal seal for Morror Kassus going forward that I can use, let me know.
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