Haruspex

Twenty years is a helluva long time. Congrats Eurthers/Europans. Cheers and best of luck creating and continuing on. -Haru

My apologies to @Ateeniaand @Seylosfor beginning tales here and there, but I've decided to continue on elsewhere. I've removed equipment from the various Eurth wiki pages, territory is free to previous plans of expansion from @Tagmatium Rulesor whatever else the region decides. It's been a good run, fun, slight headache now and then, but of my own making. I do wish all here the best. -MH

Nal'Chek Imperial Navy High Command Force Projection Admiralty Council The military legions of the Imperial Domain has been on a steady increase in power, capability, and flexibility. Once only concerned with coastal defence and border watch, the needs of the Imperial military expanded a hundred-fold with the advent of maritime colonization. The emergence of pirates, rival powers and the rapidly expanding economies of its new colonies demanded a force that was capable of defending these new holdings. Yet in all this development, the Ranke Sea and the sliver of the passage way to it, bordered by the island of Akwisia had been relatively left untouched. There were other concerns, other needs that had distracted the industrial complex, the yards of the navy for too long. There were developments further east, the impetuous Volsci were slowly raising their heads once again. Their neighbor and off and on again rivals the Aromans had solidified Hexanesa for themselves once more, creating a stranglehold on the Ranke Sea entry. Admiral Yesik used the tele-view clicker to showcase the current strategic map of Akwisia, Hexanesa, and projected routes of theoretical military maneuverers of a hostile power. Be it Aroman or otherwise. As you can see here comrades, we are in a delicate state of affairs with the @Tagmatium RulesAroman's seizing Hexanesa, and our legionary intelligence think tank coming up with possible island invasion scenarios from either the Aroman's to our south, or the impatient Volsci to the east. A tea cup clinked lightly before Admiral Therin spoke. Even as our forces took the north, we knew that the true battles in the future would be over the Ranke Sea and our passageway to it. Having the Aroman's control both entries into the seas is unacceptable. There was quite a bit of chatter from the other admirals, low and high in their grade, who were seated at the round table. That is, until there was a slight, gruff cough emanating from a singular source. The empress is well aware of the demand she has put to us, the admiralty council, comrades. The voice belonging to one of three highest ranking members of the admiralty. Grand Admiral Saledon. He commanded all the imperial naval fleets of Nal'Chek, and cut an imposing figure from an otherwise unimposing form. A slow tap of cigarette ash fell into a dish as he continued to speak now that silence reigned. While the fleets of Perya have been securing routes and our holdings, we have been successful in updating the old Type 50 Binevean (Purifier) Class submarines into the Type 52 (Orion) Class. The newly upgraded class will be our foray into a new build type. With 6 bow torpedo tubes that could support a wide range of armaments, including high-yield torpedoes and sea-launched cruise missiles, and the addition of two defensive stern tubes. The goal was to move away from the older guided ballistic missiles to the more accurate cruise missiles, of which they can carry more of with a variety of warheads. Admiral Yesik dared to speak, as if compelled to do so. When will they be ready to set sail, Grand Admiral? Sail? Saledon began to laugh a little as Yesik shied away, confused. They have already set sail, Admiral. Three of the newly upgraded boats have left their protective shelters and are already in the Ranke Sea, where they shall patrol and wait for orders. You, Admiral Yesik, will be busy enough, working with the imperial legionary anyway to worry over that. What do you mean, Sir? Why would I be working with the imperial legionary? Because you will be setting up anti-shipping and anti-aircraft missile batteries along the coast facing Akwisia and along our border from Nal'Chek to Perya. Saledon glanced about, finding another target. Rear Admiral Agani. Agani. You will be dispatching naval legionary and engineers to perform inspections on the Ranke Sea Wall that extends around Perya and the passage way. You will be working with several legionary higher ups to deploy imperial guard to these locations. The sea wolf's eyes landed upon Lord Thanon. Thanon is your aero-services report ready? Thanon seemed visibly shaken as he coughed and then nodded before replying. Yes Grand Admiral. At the moment we have a large grouping of interceptors, all-weather aerocraft, VTOL craft, and most of the strategic bombers on the mainland. Of those, Nal'Chek has many of the forward aero-bases that we use to patrol around the Sleeve (passage way between Akwisia to the Ranke) and the Ranke Sea itself, where we drop sonar buoys and the like. We have under your orders begun drawing up charts to lay a variety of sea-mines within the Sleeve, with routes only our naval forces will be aware of. Acoustic, magnetic, vibration, as well as types of mines. Moored and bottom versions that upon landing upon the ocean floor will raise to a pre-set depth. We plan to air drop the majority of them, with mine-laying submarines from the local naval base laying special 'captor' ordinance. All in all, several hundred will be sown in pre-set patterns in the Sleeve. We have but to begin upon your order, Grand Admiral. Saledon slowly leaned back. The response should the Aroman's wish to give it will be loud, but the Empress, despite her inexperience in such matters as this, was not interested in having potentially hostile neighbors drawing a noose towards the north of the country. He tapped his cigarette once more against the ashtray. The order is given Lord Thanon. Begin at once.

Vacdejym uv dra Nadinhat (Festival of the Returned), pronounced: “FUah-ku-deeay-jaeaem oo-fu de-raah Nah-deeen-haah-te” is a Haru belief that every two years (Every other October towards the end), a massive return of the dead occurs where the dearly departed spend a forty-eight-hour period communing with the living. During the festivities, the spirits are welcomed back into the wurld with feasts and drinking, summoned into their former homes, and sent off with an emotional departure that involves a showcasing of witches, priests, and sacrifices to the old gods. To bid the spirits goodbye, masked actors partake in theatrical re-enactments that show the excitement of their visit and the profound grief of their departure. Ehjecepma Luind (Invisible Court), pronounced: “EAY-ha-jaeeay-kueay-pemah LUooeen-de”. The rules are simple. From sunrise to sunset on that night, the people must not speak of the Court, and from sunset to sunrise of that night, the last day of Oktobr (October for Aromans) and the first day of Novembr, they must not leave their homes. Consider the young man of courage and curiosity, who would rather see the Fey of the Court for himself. He tells his sweetheart, the sweetest girl in fifty miles, that he wishes to see the Fey that morning. She recoils in horror and says that he must not speak of it. It’s too late; for she has spoken of them too. She weeps and says that she will not go with him. She retires that night and prays most fervently for her love. The young man of courage and curiosity hides at sunset on the mound, in a tree. He sees them, as they swoop from the sky in hundreds, and without warning they descend upon the tree and sweep the young man of courage and curiosity away – taking the tree with them. One hour before dawn, the sweetest girl in fifty miles hears the voice of her sweetheart at her window, begging to be let in. She goes to the door and steps outside to embrace him – and she too is gone. One day, the young man, still of great courage but no longer of great curiosity, will escape. Upon his return to the empty home of the sweetest girl in fifty miles – he realizes something. His sweetheart will never return. She’s theirs forever. The Fey of the Invisible Court know consequences keenly. Many were stolen as a consequence of doing exactly what they were told not to. Theirs is a lesson in Pride and Avarice. They were shown humility and punishment for having goals and having a need to slake their thirsts. They now deal with weighty decisions. They cling obsessively to the solace of the night. And they love the quiet as a consequence of having lived in a wurld where whispers and deadly promises echoed to their ears. These Fey, known as Darklings in Haru lore, found it difficult to escape the lands of the Fey because their way back was hidden. To escape they had to live and thrive in the shadow along with all who crawled there. They were forced to use their curiosity that got them there in the first place – to overcome the fear of making another mistake. They – dealt with their fears. Mothers tell their children this story, and it is a popular fairy tale at the end of the harvest month of Oktobr, though the spelling is different from their Aroman neighbors, the end of this month is when this tale is told.

From: The Offices of The First Circle [FTA - Ministry of Foreign Trade Affairs], The Third Circle [FAM - Foreign Affairs Ministry], and The Sixth Circle [IOESM - Industrial Oversight and Environmental Services Ministry] Authorization: Ajax Hur Elemmiire - First Circle Chel'de Yorn, SIMH., 4th Year of Karn (2023), K4/23/01/10 — By the hand that holds the pen to Empress Kira'Karn, who symbolizes the unity and continuity of the Haruspex nation, Ajax Hur Elemmiire, Imperial Advisory Councilor, Head of the First Circle, has been authorized by the Divine Authority to make the following statement concerning trade and infrastructure commitment to the Baltican people and government. The Crown has weighed further involvement with the Baltican Federation and has decided to continue its offer of investment of industrialization and so forth. We are optimistic to build upon and expand the economic trade between ourselves and the Federation, as well as serving as a trade hub between the Europan and Argis routes. The aforementioned operational oversight by the Baltican Federation's Navy of the area will be observed, and no active naval assets of the Imperial Navy shall enter its territorial waters. The port of Krebiseh is still the area the Imperial Domain is interested in for investing in the infrastructure to enable it for modern shipping and receiving. With the goal of employing local workforces so as to create viable economic relief and growth as mentioned before.

Aspyer N1 Support Class (Logistics Support Ship) Loaned to the ECC 2nd Prata Khan Wilhelm stood upon the bridge of his command, the Aspyer, an N1 Support Class (Logistics Support Ship). His second in command Thurston, a recently promoted 3rd rate Prata Khan, stepped from the navigation screen and stood to his right. He spoke towards Thurston. It’s been a busy program for a transit south has it not? Thurston replied towards Wilhelm. Yes well The ship’s crew have been conducting various training activities across multiple departments in the lead-up to a regional presence deployment (RPD) - which will include maritime exercises in Marenesia Minor. Thurston glanced towards his commander. As you've ordered Sir. Before he continued on. The training activities will include rigid hulled inflatable boat drills, VTOL operations and officer-of-the-watch manoeuvres. Maritime warfare officer Liet Khan Weidal was on the bridge after a time and saluted both of the senior officers as he gave his report. Sirs, We conducted officer-of-the-watch manoeuvres, which are a series of close-quarters manoeuvres designed to train officers of the watch in ship handling techniques, he said. The officer of the watch’s role during these activities is to make tactical signal reports to the commanding officer, formulate a mental solution and manoeuvre the ship to get into a desired station. Current results are quite good Sir, above the average of naval standards. Thank you Siet Khan, you may continue in your duties. Wilhelm spoke towards the subordinate officer. Before the officer could salute, another officer approached. A Khan, a rank that only existed within the navy, a senior rank between that of a Siet and a Prata. Khan Myers reporting Sirs. We've completed the VTOL manoeuvrs. Under the direction of my direct subordinate, airframe aviation technician Liet Robert Kesson conducted a transfer from Apyer's embarked VTOL TE-01B Dymuh (Talon), which he said involves the aircraft hovering near the ship, then manoeuvring over the flight deck for stores or live vertical replenishment. The aircrew will lower a sling or mail bag down to a two-person team who will Eurth the package and receive the stores. Alternatively, they may escort a potential patient out to the transfer point to be hoisted up into the VTOL. It’s an exciting evolution and a good addition to our routine flying operations. Myers kept his hands to his sides as he reported and following the Siet Khan next to him, saluted the ship's commanding officers. Thank you. You may return to your duties. Wilhelm turned towards Thurston and spoke as soon as the subordinate officers headed away. Has the flagship directed any orders towards us? I dislike the secrecy imposed upon us and the sooner these security directorate officers are off my ship, the better I will feel. Yes the crew is on edge. It is highly unusual to host a compliment of legionnaires and a sizable contingent of ECC officers. I am most worried as to how this may be interpreted by others. He leaned in some towards Wilhelm and spoke low, conveying the urgency of the words at play. Some of the officers and I Sir, we don't believe this is a science mission. It cant be. With his voice low, he replied to his second. Keep your thoughts to yourself Thurston. For the good of your career and those under your command. We will find out soon enough. Yes sir.

From: The Offices of The First Circle [FTA - Ministry of Foreign Trade Affairs], The Third Circle [FAM - Foreign Affairs Ministry], and The Sixth Circle [IOESM - Industrial Oversight and Environmental Services Ministry] Authorization: Ajax Hur Elemmiire - First Circle Chel'de Yorn, SIMH., 4th Year of Karn (2023), K4/23/24/09 — By the hand that holds the pen to Empress Kira'Karn, who symbolizes the unity and continuity of the Haruspex nation, Ajax Hur Elemmiire, Imperial Advisory Councilor, Head of the First Circle, has been authorized by the Divine Authority to make the following statement concerning trade and naval infrastructure commitment to the Baltican people and government. The Crown has authorized a request to be made to the Baltican Federation. Alongside a heavy industrial investment, the Imperial Domain would like to propose a naval academy and coast guard operating site on the island of Goja, with donated vessels to be crewed by Federation sailors, under the command of the Baltican Federation's Naval Command to protect the development of and current trade zones. The aforementioned operational oversight by the Baltican Federation's Naval would grant it authority to jointly trained vessels until such time those vessels could be crewed by Baltican sailors and officers. Vessels donated would become property of the Federation. Tariffs from products, tourism, general cargo shipment transits etc, could help pay for said operating base, with a general operating budget from the Greater Kaldana governing council having agreed to maintain its activity and ability as gesture of good faith in trade and commerce to the Baltican people. As a measure of intentions, the Greater Kaldana Colonial Navy will authorize the deployment of four vessels to be be the first deployed vessels from this coastal and sea-lane protection facility as the imperial domain looks to build within the port of Krebiseh, investing in the infrastructure to enable it for modern shipping and receiving. With the goal of employing local workforces so as to create viable economic relief and growth.

En route A knock on the stateroom door allowed for an enlisted sailor to deliver several cups of coffee and snacks to the small cadre of naval affair officers, and their senior, Siet Khan Fel. A nod of thanks to the young sailor before taking the tray from him, setting it down upon the table of which could be folded to fit against the wall. A slow seat upon a stool that could be folded and placed near the beds that were a part of the bulkhead. Spreading out the cups of tea, Aroman tea was the preferred drink of choice for many officers of the various services. Slowly stirring in a bit of milk, Fel glanced at his copy of their 'orders', but there was a bit of hesitation because of the black ship in their midst. A glance paid to his subordinates, and the general staff enlisted that were currently clustered in the two lead officers quarters. Sias, what do you think thus far? Question poised towards his recently acquired subordinate and second in command, Liet Khan Sias Yagarith. The other man was somewhat older, maybe a year or so. A recent transfer from the 111th Vek Hallam legionary. A motorized rifles regiment, he had the trillium pin for special operations within Kaldana. A thin, almost gaunt like frame, red hair, and a stubble to match it of the same hue. Glasses framed his face, of which betrayed a Black Augustine heritage from the sharper angles of the Cussian-Haru bloodline. Ah, well… I am surprised by the rather almost jovial nature of the sailors themselves, but also the presence of the command staff. That aside, I do wonder about the security services, it does not bode well that they have a ship in this taskforce. He glanced towards Fel. I was not aware that the SD forces were allowed vessels, that any ship was to be of the HIN. Fel nodded a bit. Almost with a sigh, he responded. Typically, by decree of the Admiralty Council, they are not allowed serving naval vessels of any class, nor aerocraft that are operated in military fashion. Yet, here they are, operating a fast support vessel and with what I understand, it does not show a HIN IFF, but rather an SD IFF. Which means, there are more of these ships, and they are not under the purview of the naval command, which is worrying. Indeed, sir, indeed. Draushum (Dragon) Flagship Command & Control Vice-Commander Muller realized he was being influenced by Sengar d'isto Zyriel. The Draushum's commanding officer was both charismatic and attentive to detail, knowing his vessel like the back of his hand, and the crew that operated it. His own nature was to be stern, but fair. Still, he was warming to the crew, and they to him. As he stood near the navigation display table, the icons on the flat tele-view showing the taskforce and their current path, the conditions of the sea, and the general weather. Sonar station reports a brief contact twenty-degrees to our starboard. Muller replied after a moment. Does it match our escort? Sound signature confirmed, Sir. Based on acoustic signature and cavitation of propellers, it is identified as a Type 43 Felgat. Muller nodded as he spoke. Good work. Maintain vigilance. Yes Sir. Sound signature was a reliable and often used method by a ship to identify what kind of contact was confirmed. One could actually get a lot of information from a ship’s noise. How many propellers it has and how many blades each propeller has, for example, can be heard by sonar techs, and that can help tremendously. Add in the speed that a ship is moving based on the prop information, and a well-trained sonar technician or crypto tech can really tell quite a bit. Admiral present! The crew stat up straight at their stations, and Muller turned and offered a salute as the form of Rear Admiral Makis enter the C&C. He seemed to greatly enjoy having shed the cold weather coat and the desk to once more be aboard a ship of the line. At ease, back to your tasks. Vice-Commander, how goes the mission thus far? Muller turned about some, moving to the left a bit to make more room for Makis. Well Admiral, we have left North Korinon's protective harbors, and are en route at the moment into the main shipping lane route to Kaldana. The normal sea-lane patrols have been notified of our presence and will continue on with their escort duties as normal. We will be passing by the horn of Anglia within the hour, and while we won't be close to their territory, we will still maintain combat readiness for the duration. Good, good. Makis spoke. Of the other vessels? No issues thus far, save the one that is not of imperial navy rule. I must say I am discomforted by the security directorate vessel. You and I both, then Vice-Commander, you and I both. Makis grumped a bit as he watched the overlay. Have there been any non HIN contacts? No Admiral. Our only unscheduled contact was an overflight by an aerocraft, however it was a protectorate sea-lane ASW on patrol. Otherwise, there have been no surface or submarine contacts as yet. However, the other powers may not realize that we are not a troop and or goods transport force to Kaldana. Only when we leave the sea-path to the colony, and are indeed heading elsewhere, shall it surely be interesting.

As an elder of the Europan continent, I'm always down for some other saber rattling neighbor with delusions of grandeur (Takes one to know one, hah). Not enough to have the source of Christianity on the border at the knees, but now have the Volsci around the head.

Verlucio Naval Port Paired Berthing Docks #2/#3 Yard #4 North Korinon naval officers and sailors stood in parade formation as the small flotilla of HIN warships escorting transports arrived. A pair of destroyers nestled into the waiting berthing docks, followed by the large transport that dwarfed the size of the combat vessels that was directed towards another that was also shared with another ship being added to this operation. Several others were already waiting within the confines of the Cetan Sea, in a holding pattern. The ikn (Spy, N3 RTSV Class vessel) and her support escorts the Jivi (Horse, Uddan B1-class fleet replenishment vessel), and the Syla (Mace, Nyjah (Raven) Class fast combat support vessel) were currently waiting for the rest of the vessels. Makis sighed some as he had transferred his office and limited staff to the Draushum (Dragon), a 212 Cfunt (Sword) Class Guided Missile Frigate, flagship of the 4th Cetan Patrol Squadron. Further joining was a N1 Support Class (Logistics Support Ship), and a single Type 43 Felgat-class fleet submarine. He grumped a bit. The N1 was not bearing a HIN IFF, but rather an SD IFF. Which meant that it did not fall directly under his purview, nor the admiralty council. A black ship amongst the flotilla did not inspire confidence about what this operation was supposed to be. There was a knock upon his stateroom door, and he let his welcome be known. Footfalls heralded the arrival of two individuals. One being the commander of the frigate, Sengar d'isto Zyriel. He was every bit imperial navy officer, to the tee was his uniform, and his presence exuded. The other he was unfamiliar with, but seemed to do the same. Recognizing the emblem upon the shoulder, a Protectorate officer. Pardon me… Vice-Commander, I am unaware of your name. It's quite alright, Admiral. It is a last minute deployment of myself and my command. I am Vice-Commander Muller. I will be joining this operation as M'lord Zyriel's second in command on the flagship. He continued on after a moment. My own second will be commanding the Adamaris (Translated: Noble of the sea. Vessel: N6 Caagan (Seeker) Class MS/PV) with a recently graduated class of NKPN sailors and junior officers etc. A bit of an eyebrow raise. Fresh sailors heading into a potentially serious situation. He glanced towards Zyriel. The young man nodded before speaking. I tried to protest Admiral, but the Imperator overruled, such as it is. Ah. Politics. Well, Vice-Commander Muller, let us hope things go the way they should. Also, gentlemen, as soon as we collect those in the holding pattern, all command and senior officers are to gather here, and we shall review our final orders before sailing. Understood? Yes Admiral. The voices were quick to respond.

Perya International Aerodome Naval Terminal Point The HAD 235A's pilots began to converse with the control tower as the flight personnel made sure they were all strapped in and there wasn't any loose items to flung about and so on. Makis grumped as he had just gotten into the groove of the turbulence and all that and started napping, only to be gently rubbed on the shoulder by of the other officers that they were about to land. Old age really was for the birds, he thought as the plane began its descent. Eventually, the sound of rubber meeting tarmac could be vaguely heard but overwhelmingly felt as there was a slight bob or bounce of the whole airframe before the smooth transition began. The taxing procedure from runway to offload point didn't take all that long. The door swung open, the landing steps unfolded slowly with the hiss of hydraulics, and then he slowly rose from his seat. Sunglasses in place, the cool air already making his bones cold, the wind knifing through his coat even as he clutched at it, and the sudden brightness made him glad for those shades across the eyes. Scarf about the neck, tightened a bit as she shambled down the steps towards the waiting car. A waiting naval legionnaire held open the rear door with one hand, while the other saluted with fingertips towards the forehead just below the beret. Easing inside with his attaché case, he was greeted by Vice-Admiral Yanis. A begrudgingly bemused smile given to Yanis as the door was closed with a soft click. I see they roused quite the collection of old brass for this. Hah. Yanis began. I was bored. When the admiralty approached, I was only too eager. One can only remember the old days for so long. I was not meant for a desk. I remember when they had to pry you out of the bridge of your command. A rough day for the council then. Still, are you going to observe? I will be on the Clesedyn (Scimitar), to offer advice and authorization to its relatively new captain. A Sengar d'isto by name of Gaius. Non-house career navy. Hmm. I will be on the Draushum (Dragon), flagship of this endeavor. Though the Tykkan at first until the first leg of our destination. Draushum, isn't that Zyriel's command? The same. I see your housekeeper is more than she lets on, as usual. You ever figure out which service she calls home? Makis leaned back into the leather seats and relaxed a bit. He was sure that it was safe in this vehicle. I've never asked you know, but if I had to guess. I'd say Tala was of the RISK (Royal Intelligence Services Korps). She seems to proper for the dogs of HISS, and as far as I'm aware, she's never served in the navy, so HINSD seems unlikely. Yanis tugged upon the dark red chin hair for a moment with his right hand. Makes a bit of sense. The Elemmiire have long roots, regardless of actual family line apart from it. Splinter or not. Lucky you though. I think my house services are from HINSD. Dreary and depressing lot that they are, makes me want to be at sea. Probably apart from their dastardly plotting. A chuckle from him to show he was in jest. He glanced at the screen of the teleview monitor and noted the car full of junior officers behind them. I see you've acquired some young faces. Well, I would wager they are HINSD, or some other branch of SD that the admiralty council saw fit to send with us. Hopefully they have actually served aboard a vessel, or they shall just be in the way. I think I will have the extra 'help' put aboard the Jivi (Horse). Yanis chuckled. That will get you some hate from them and love from its captain at the free labor. His tone changed. Why are we going to Marenesia Minor though? Makis sighed a bit. I will tell you, old friend, when we arrive at Verlucio Port in North Korinon. My orders come from not only the admiralty but also the nine. Yanis whistled low. Fun times ahead. Indeed, old friend. Perya Naval Yard Dock #12/2/A Makis had removed his overcoat briefly to get proper. Once his uniform was fit and finish, he slid the overcoat back on but left the scarf behind as he stepped free of the naval command building within the yard. Following just behind was that of Yanis, and behind the Vice-Admiral were the three Liet's. As they approached the vessel they would all be apart of until reaching Verlucio, Makis came to a stop before the commander of the Perya naval yards in their totality, High-Lord Sulis Vek Velven. A crisp salute given to the much higher ranked noble and essentially equal to the title of Grand-Admiral. M'lord, good to see you on such a crisp day. Sulis stood with little to no support staff, just a lanky red-haired Prata-Khan of whom he realized was Nazre. You've grown since last I saw you, Nazre, a picture of your father from the old days. Nazre was the first to reply. Thank you Rear-Admiral, I wish we could offer more of a sendoff, but we've been told to keep things quiet. Makis saw his father Sulis nodding quietly to this, before the gravely tone of the older man became known. Whatever game they are playing at, be careful, Makis. A powder keg has a lit fuse in the southern territories, won't take much to set it off. I will keep such in mind, M'lord. If you'll excuse me, I don't want to keep the commander of the ship waiting. He saluted again and then headed up the gangplank towards a pair of sailors. One stood by a chain link passage blocker, the other next to a teleview security monitor. Welcome, Admiral Makis. May I have your identity card? Of course. He slid it over and the sailor placed it against a reader. Please look straight ahead while we verify you. A ding sounded. Verified. Welcome aboard Admiral. The commander is waiting for you in command and control. Makis grumbled a thank you and noted each of those travelling with him was given the same treatment. Many called the Haru paranoid, but it had served them well thus far. Was it annoying? Sure. It was what it was, however. He slowly made it into the passageway towards the CnC and after a slight descent down some stairs, through a hatch, arrived at said command and control. Next to the navigator table, standing just behind it, was that of Commodore Ghelt, of Mercantile House Aier Duathe. A slightly perplexing choice, but he assumed that the trader house knew all sorts of sea-lane routes and so on. Beside the vessel's commander, senior officers of Prata-Khan, Siet-Khan, and Khan. The second in command arrived just a few moments after Yanis made his arrival, and the rank of Vice-Commodore meant that this crew probably not a noble backed assignment. Many ships were routinely assigned retainers from noble houses, it provided an odd atmosphere amongst the many crews etc. The hatch closed, Makis began. Commodore Ghelt, what I am about to show you is considered code green (second-highest security rating) by the Admiralty Council and the Council of the Nine. He gestured and one of the Liet's accompanying wheeled a cassette reader and teleview monitor into view. He retrieved a cassette, about the size of a VHS tape, from the attaché bag and gently inserted it into the socket for it. There was a clicking sound, some lights lit up along one side of the boxy reader, and then an image of the council of admirals appeared upon the teleview screen. Officers of this chosen taskforce. You are to proceed to Marenesia Minor, the southernmost island archipelago, and perform reconnaissance of it. You will scout the waters, the islands, and determine if they are capable of hosting a 305 m (ca. 1,001 ft) spherical reflector dish and the facilities to go with such. Such will include a small radio telescope, a LIDAR facility, and several transmitters that will allow for radar astronomy. Makis held up his hands to quell questions for the moment. The Ministry of Science and Research put a request to the Nine, who then pushed it to the Admiralty. I am unsure at the moment what the real purpose of this facility is, hence the force arrayed for such, but I ask that you be mindful. In Verlucio where we pick up the rest of the flotilla, be mindful that HINSD, HISS, and RISK will be present. They have their own technicians and potentially vessels we do not know about either heading with us, or already there. I simply say, remember your training, listen to your commander, and stand true to the Fatherland. @Seylos (Ties into recent North Korinon post)

Cunetio Border Flyleaf Cafe There was a grumbling issuing forth from the gentlemen at a particular table. Newspaper folded and set down with a prim nature yet the focal point of annoyance could be felt from the individual in question. As the server set down another cup of espresso however, the politeness of the naval officer with diplomatic corps rank pins remained. Thank you dear. Would you bring me a bit of peaches and some creme please? I've been most eager to try this dessert. The server's visible relaxation, the smile sent forth made the rest of the patrons sigh with relief. Of course sir, I'll be back with it soon. Careful to make sure that none other had gotten close to his seat, mostly because as a smoker, he wanted to not ruin another's outing on a rare clear day. Free of overcast clouds, a mild sprinkle had happened earlier but that was of barely any importance. This cafe was a new spot, mostly to make the NKSD lives a bit more difficult, but also to try the establishments that catered to the general citizenry. His own background was not of noble birth, nor from one of the elder bloodlines initially. Born to a modest family of skilled labor parents, he grew up within Ulan'Ude's fifth ward of Tallinn. A slow exhale, thin trails of reddish smoke as that brief remembrance had sprung free from his mind as he resided in the confines of an outdoor deck chair, one elbow uponst the rounded table. It'd been quite a long since he thought of Tallinn. Known for its high rises and endless nightlife, crowded thoroughfares and so on. One of the always active wards that light up an entire city-state. Removed from this moment of reverie as the weight of a body settled itself across from him. Fel, recently promoted to the rank of Siet Khan. A senior officer position, and one that was needed. The SVHY had plenty of Hult'ahs, Kenyets, junior officers because of..reasons in Kaldana. What he didn't have were competent officers that he could also spare. While the paperwork had been atrocious to get Fel this rather high promotion from his previous rank of Kenyet, bypassing the junior officer ranks and so forth. How is the new status? Fel looked like he was trying to relax but the uniform bore its own weight, something he knew far to well. Relax Fel, we are just two officers off duty for the moment, breathe. Yes Sir, sorry Sir. I..I'm doing well Sir. I-I..I was unprepared for this promotion Sir..I mean there are others Sir, like Freck. Fasri chuckled and then let loose another exhale from his cigarette. Freck would buck at the idea of being in the foreign affairs. He's turned down promotions in the past, prefers to in his words, stay in the field. A bit of a pause before he slid a small manilla folder over to Fel. Your wife will be angry, but these are your marching orders. In three days a flotilla of vessels will be leaving Verlucio for the Marenesia Minor Islands. You will be tasked with being our representative of the SVHY, and direct superior for all diplomatic affairs. I don't want to think of anything negative rising up, but I am cautious. The server returned, so Fasri simply offered a smile and paused his words as the dish was laid down. Thank you. We'll be fine the rest of the time. Here. He gave a set of NK coins to the server, two eight dollar ones, and a four dollar one for a tip. Thank you sir, enjoy your day. Please leave the dishes in the outside bin when you leave. Of course. Continued on with delicately plucking a peach slice with a bit of creme dabbed onto it before continuing with Fel as the server moved away. You will be accompanied by Freck and Trusk, plus a contingent of support staff as is natural for such a deployment. However, there will also be HISS, and the HILSD present. Rear Admiral Makis is coming here as well. He has orders direct from the Admiralty Council. Fel blinked. What are we doing? Fasri sighed a bit. I have no idea, but its bound to be something secretive if two security directorates that despise each other, are working together. Nothing good comes from the grey shirts and the trenches working together. (degratory slang from the non SD's referring to the HILSD and HISS officers, soldiers etc.) I shall be most attentive Sir. If they violate the Admiralty laws of the sea, am I to alert our ministry or the high command Sir? Fasri hadnt thought of that, slipped his mind he supposed. Us first, we shall then make a blue channel alert to the admiralty council and the naval command. Yes Sir. @Seylos (This is content that will also impact and concerns Southern Trek)

Escort Duty 4th Cetan Patrol Squadron, Flagship Draushum (Dragon) Verlucio Naval Port Sengar d'isto Zyriel stood before the navigator helm of the 212 Cfunt (Sword) Class Guided Missile Frigate, flagship of the 4th Cetan Patrol Squadron. He stood apart from the others, his uniform denoted his status as commanding officer of the vessel and denoting a noble status. His service uniform constituted of a double-breasted naval coat with sleeve stripes worn with ribbons, medals, badges, and a white dress belt. A raised collar white shirt with black neck-tie was worn underneath. About him, the bridge a flurry of activity from the junior ranked and enlisted sailors, while somber senior officers stood still amidst the flow of traffic. Information passing into headsets and screens, orders were incoming from Naval High Command and Control. My lord-commander; Prata Khan Elyis took to a spot near his senior. We have orders. We are to escort the ikn (Spy, N3 RTSV Class vessel) and her support escorts the Jivi (Horse, Uddan B1-class fleet replenishment vessel), and the Syla (Mace, Nyjah (Raven) Class fast combat support vessel). He glanced down the teletype a bit further, flexing the paper. We are to be joined by the Tykkan (Dagger) and Clesedyn (Scimitar). They appear to be 214 Olath Vlos (Dark Blood) Class destroyers. The Tykkan will be arriving with Rear-Admiral Makis, of whom has further orders and cassettes for orders to sensitive for communications. Zyriel nodded a bit, hands behind his back clasping one another. Good work. Inform high command that we have received their transmission. Elyis nodded, stepping away afterwards. Yes, M'lord, it will be done. He pivoted about to the right and headed over to the communiqué station, gesturing and ordering a series of messages to be sent. Port of Perya Jurisdiction of the 13th Mzil Velven, Imperial Naval Legion The 13th existed under the command of Sulis Vek Velven, a High-Lord and, in his youth, professional soldier who'd proved his worth through the rise of three residents of the throne. Soldiers in the blue, grey and black splash hued uniforms were at key areas within the port, as were armored vehicles, checkpoints, and defensive structures. As a helicopter thundered by overhead, an officer stepped out of the nearby armored personnel carrier that had slid to a stop nearest his position. Quick footsteps created a path that was obviously heading towards Sulis with a quick stride. He was somewhat lanky, reddish-brown hair trimmed short, and with a pair of wire rimmed glasses adorning his face. He appeared to be in his late thirties, perhaps, adorned in a uniform much the same as those legionnaires already about. Once revealed, Sulis relaxed, it was his own son, Nazre. My son, it is good to see you. Father. I bring news. High command is sending someone rather grumpy to your command. Sulis glanced at the paper handed over. He read it briefly, sliding his reading glasses into place. A bit of a grump, then a sigh. Make sure the captains of the destroyers understand who they are ferrying to North Korinon. Of course. I thought Makis wouldn't leave Yaris. Wasn't he set to retire? He was. But the throne wills it. So he goes. Sulis slid the paper into his inner coat pocket. It was a bit chilly, winter never really left, it felt like. When will he arrive? Two hours or so. Direct flight from Yaris International, maybe thirty minutes to arrive via the aeroport facilities. Is that enough time to get the officers of these vessels ready? Sulis chuckled a bit. It's no worry. The ships to be sent were waiting for orders anyway. It'll be good for them. Their commanders are young, eager, this is a good chance to test them.

Yaris Naval Officer's Residence Compound Home and Office of Rear Admiral Makis Ao'Hallas Imperial Naval Command General Staff Senior Officer The horned rim glasses were pulled free for a moment from the grumpy rear admiral, so he could gingerly blink away the droll boredom that came from bureaucracy meetings and all that had just happened. An uneasy sigh escaped thin lips, and then he noted the one aide standing very stiffly, having observed all of this. Tala, I do believe our empress plans to give me a heart attack. Tala for her part, only smirked, however green eyes wandered over the minister, just to make sure. Knowing her Minister, she probably didn't even think about the repercussions of such a thing, given what is going on in the wurld. She leaned forward and down, plucking up the seal bound tube and popped it free. The contents came out, rolled finely, upon ancient parchment. The script was in the old tongue, Haru-Dakat, older than the current language used by most these days, and many more she suspected. The Empress asks that you be both the throne and the admiralty council's representation to the Ministry of Science. She browsed a bit more. Speed reading through the contents of the official paperwork. Further she requests that you put together the vessels mentioned in the recent foreign press briefing, science vessels and escorts to the Marenesia Minor island chain. Makis absently rubbed his temples a bit, then glanced over a few dossiers. I think I will send your bother Zyriel and his newly acquired command. He's been doing quite well within the navy, and has recently only returned from a patrol along the sea route to Ateenia. His current flotilla should work well for this, I do believe that he has three frigates and a heavy cruiser at his command. This will be a proper escort for the rocketry tracking vessel and several cargo vessels. Tala smiled a bit, her brother was a tall, striking man, dedicated to the way of life his people lived. Truthful, charismatic, and a class act when it came to dealing with the strange and the foreign. She replied even as setting down some fresh files, a cup of coffee and a fresh stamp pad. He's a good choice, and his command has an excellent support staff. He also will not be quick to action, his calm nature is a good choice for this endeavor. A groan nearly erupted out of Makis's mouth as he watched a fresh load of paperwork, a brand-new stamp pad, and more be set before him. If it wasn't for the coffee and possibly a Danish to come forth out of the nearby tray, he'd have possibly been grumpy. I swear Tala, you're going to be a fierce wife one of these days. A bit of a nursing sip to the coffee, noting its dry taste sensation mostly at the back of the tongue. He sat within the rolling office chair with a slight lean, taking of his glasses for a moment to slightly pinch the upper portion of his nose and then rub the forehead a bit as muttering a bit more to himself. Adjusting the desk lamp, and a momentary glance at the Rolodex beside the landline phone, he found the number he wanted and then pressed the numbered buttons to get whom he wanted to speak with. Yes, Siet Khan Virit, I realize it's a bit late, but do me a favor and arrange transport to the aerodome later today, seven in the morning please. Yes, alert the security ministry and the naval foreign affairs services that I will be leaving the greater territories of the Fatherland for a research mission. A few short pauses, checks on where, when, and etc made more of. Paperwork upon paperwork, signed, dated, triplicate in nature for the bureaucracy. Yes, that's correct, thank you, Siet Khan Virit. Having finally managed to hang the phone up after some pleasantries with Tala, of whom was also a member of the security services, and so on. If Virit was informed through proper channels as was the case just now, then all in the ministry would know everything by the time he left, checked his watch, in four hours. Setting spectacles upon the surface of his desk, he dozed off a bit. Two hours later… Brought back to life by the rather fierce nature of Tala, Makis managed to groggily get out of his chair and stumble out of the office and out of her way. The vacuum really woke him up though, and it was only a bit of orange tea that softened those still gathering nerves as he stretched and popped his back a bit. Ugh… Briefly uttered complaint as he found a box of wafers and munched on them in the kitchen. After some wafers and tea, he found himself getting cleaned up. Showered, shaved, suit adjusted, clothes packed, and trip accessories loaded into a boarding satchel. At precisely ten minutes till the transport would arrive, he said goodbye to Tala, and headed out of the small, but modest two level home, down the driveway and to the end of the road to wait for his vehicle. It arrived early, by a few minutes. At the head was that of an officer. A young Liet (roughly Lieutenant) was driving, in the front seat was another officer of the same rank. As he climbed into the rear seat of the indigenous made sedan, a third officer of the same rank was also present. He noted they were all military, specifically of the navy, which wasn't surprising, seeing as he was an admiral after all. Probably on leave, and the security services probably thought this was a way to both broaden their horizons and keep them out of trouble. He made small talk as they went to the nearest aerodome, which was that of the Yaris International Aero. It would seem that his three escorts to be were from some families with a bit of push to them. Toph of House Vek Zun, Verr of House Ilya Olath, and Kanov of House Vek Elemmiire. He nodded his head as each gave their names, he would remember them for introductory purposes and the like. Especially the latter, that must have been the real plant, a retainer of the Elemmiire was an obvious and direct pointing of a sword to one's throat for something like this. Politics were never his favourite, and he generally went to great lengths to avoid anything to do with the house rompings and the imperial court. The landscape of the Yaris hinterlands flowing by as the staff car headed towards the waiting aerodome and aerocraft waiting patiently. Yaris International The ride to Yaris International wasn't to far away from the officers compound. The slow swing of the staff car into a parking position, the rear door opened and held so by a saluting junior officer. The aircraft that rested before Makis and he noted its details, the aerocraft being a HAD 235A (Based on the Beechcraft Starship). The HAD 235A is notable for its composite airframe, canard design, lack of centrally located vertical tail, and pusher engine/propeller configuration. The boarding ramp unfolded to allow himself and his military entourage aboard, with Makis ascending the stairs, eventually settling himself in the middle, with the others taking seats here and there. From his point of view, one small downside of the 235A is her couldn't watch the blades start up and really, he was somewhat annoyed he couldn't hear them either. Turning about Makis glanced towards the cockpit, wondering when the pilot was going to start the engines and the flight attendant told him they were already going. Sure enough; he checked the instruments and they were running. The air coming out of the dash board was louder than the engines he noted. Makis had dreamed of being a pilot when younger, but didn't have the eyesight necessary to qualify. As they taxied out, he noticed the pilot was testing the all the control services which made the canards start moving. Makis knew from reading about the aerocraft that they could sweep out to thirty-five degrees depending on the flap settings. It was a decent flight in a small craft, nearly four hours to the city-state Perya. The flight stewardess pulled up the ramp, locked the hatch and made small comments about inflight snacks, meals, and such before excusing herself as the craft hurtled down the runway and into the air. The pressurized cabin provided a very comfortable climb to a rather high ceiling height of ninety-seven hundred metres. He groaned a bit as he was hoping to avoid turbulence, but it got a little bumpy after they reached the cruising altitude. Although most people do not enjoy bumps, this provided him with the opportunity to see how the 235A handles turbulence. It’s like riding a wave, not as much of the jerky bouncing and due to the flexing of the carbon fiber main wing, the high wing loading of the forward wing and the fact that he was seated between the two wings. Definitely an experience.

To: The @Tagmatium Rules Office of Eugenios Goulielmos, Megas Logothetes, Representative of the Logothesion ton Barbaron, Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion From: The Offices of The Fifth Circle [NCAC - Naval Command and Control], and The Second Circle [SCMCC - Military Command and Control] Authorization: Kaorin Huat Jargo Vlos, Advocate of the Empress, Head of the Zero Circle Prathen, SIMH., 4th Year of Karn (2023), K3/23/10/08 — By the hand that holds the pen to Empress Kira'Karn, who symbolizes the unity and continuity of the Haruspex nation, Kaorin Huat Jargo Vlos, Advocate of the Empress, Head of the Zero Circle, has been authorized by the Divine Authority to make the following statement concerning naval movements of the Haru Imperial Navy vessels and Ministry of Science research assets. This is to announce our presence and if you will a path of vessels leading beyond our current holdings and observed routes. The Ministry of Science will be sending several vessels to the southern most archipelago islands of Marenesia Minor nearest the Antargis. Accompanying these research vessels will be several HIN frigates due to the OCA threats in the area. The admiralty shares a keen interest in a possible permanent tracking array for space borne objects within the area, and thus it is being surveyed.