Chapter 1, Scene 1: Oyānci
Archpriest Oyānci, the uncle-in-law of the first ever Archpriestess (Archpriestess Moyoluani), was the Archpriest who led the Azlo from the Great Paran lake in 8 BCE by the orders of Lōzōnxicoyol herself. Before Oyānci, the Azlo had many archpriests and each archpriest was said to be the divine "Cōconēλ" (Directly translates to "Mouth Piece" or "Puppet") of separate Wēcatoc deities. Under the guidance of Oyānci, the Azlo who left the lake came to be unified under the banner of Ce Meƶλ, The Mun. Without the groundworks for a near-unified religion, the Crescent Empire could not of ever unified lands from the Paluvian Rainforest to the Synthe Bay, to the Paititi mountains, to the Manamana Isthmus.
A middle-aged man, around his late forties, early fifties, in a yellow-cream military jacket was hunched over head down at a gnarled dusty wooden table with numerous yellow-stained documents and large A3 sheets of rolled out and bent maps. The room he was in shook slightly, cream-coloured dust trickling from the ceiling, the same colour as the ceiling and cracked walls. The room was dead silent, but soon began to be periodically cut by the rattling of distant gunfire and eventually built up to be like an orchestra of woodpeckers, the sounds of individual bangs from the guns merged into one long drawn out buzz. Thankfully for Alez he was not on the front lines down at Pezidenteza Street, he was two streets back at their temporary base, but the periodic hallowing echoes of faraway explosives still trickled cold sweat down his neck. He was far too close to the conflict for his liking. In the outlying front lines, the roaring of a collapsing concrete building echoed through the streets followed by broken up cheering. Alez wasn't sure if that was his own side cheering or that of the opposing forces, but the fact that the long drawn out buzz of machine guns did not end had dampened any hope in his heart. The greyish wooden door - the only way in and out of the room - rattled causing Alez to flinch in place, his head glancing up towards his door. A small part of his brain almost hoped it was the men of the opposing force, finally here to put him out of his misery, but instead it was another man in a similar yellow-cream military jacket, with grey combat trousers and a partially unbuttoned grey shirt.
"We have the map, sir." The man declared, saluting to the hunched man. Alez sighed, his eyes locking with the man.
"Please Camillo, I have repeatedly requested that you call me Alez. I am no more a sir then General-President Tario is."
"Yes si--Alez." Camillo stumbled. "The map you requested of the city has arrived."
"Excellent, thank you." Alez replied. Two more individuals in similar jackets stepped through the door, one (a lady) holding a large rolled up tube of paper held together only by an elastic band and the other (a man) with a single plastic wallet with several cleaner papers inside. The hunched man finally stood up properly, sweeping aside several of his papers to make room. "I'd have expected we'd afford more than a single rubber band to be wrapped around our most valuable current intelligence." Alez sarcastically commented, before being cut by Camille.
"There was a problem s–Alez. The scouting men came across numerous wandering soldiers, General-President soldiers, beyond our controlled territory." He commented, the man with the paper rolled it out on to the table for all men currently in the room to see.
"It's incomplete." Alez snarled, backhanding a pile of paper near himself to the ground, sheets of paper sprawling out everywhere. The two newcomers traded anxious stares before Alez let out a frustrated sigh with a hand to the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine, we're fine. This is still useful. The map ends where President-General soldiers were contacted? Camille?"
“Is this the only map?” Alez questioned, his voice still tense a bit raspy but now looking back to the three men. The old man pulled out a thick black pen from his table and stacks of papers. He turned his head back to Camille.
“No sir, just a copy.” He replied, his voice a tad quieter then previously.
“Excellent” Alez remarked as he carved out great black line across the map following where the surveyed area ended, the scraping of the marker against the paper ringing out across the now silent room. Once Alez finished he took several steps back, the black line going from the top to the bottom of the city map.
"Then this still gives us a rough indication of current front lines of the liberation of the city. If there were lone General-President men, we can safely assume they were attempting to survey the arena of battle themselves. But they held this city before it was even evacuated, why would they need multiple men out beyond the active front lines? They only have so many men at the old city hall building.."
"Perhaps they are looking to find a hole in our defences?” Camille postulated, the three other men and women in the room turning to him. Camille bent over the map pulling out a Sitallian copper peso, the older lady frowned as she folded her arms – waiting for her turn to speak. “Whilst the General in the city hall has a portion of his men on Pezidenteza Street,” He began, sliding the coin from the town hall to Pezidenteza Street, then rummaging for a smaller silver peso he dropped it back at the city hall on the map, dragging it over several streets to the side. “The General sends out a secondary force to our flank, in hopes of breaking through to Pezidenteza.” He continued, moving both pesos into the street and towards the University. “And break through.” Camille concluded, swiping both pesos back into his pocket. He nodded to the lady, but before she could speak the whole room shook as dust sprinkled from the ceiling and a crack in the wall. The echoes of a second falling building – louder than before – erupted followed shortly by faint cheering. Alez shook his head, sighing and turning his attention to the lady.
"They are desperate." The lady stated, her eyes squinted as the wrinkles on her face curled around. She was the oldest of the four, her salt and pepper hair that was more salt than pepper showed that well. "Before our men came together, my men fought at Papapietolia on the coast. They sent out men to find a clean route into the front lines. Week later, President tanks and heavy artillery arrived. Half my men were lost on a single day and we were forced to flee from the city. f*cking spineless men. Soon as they believe they might loose, they run to daddy Tario and-" The lady was cut off as a young man in a basic grey uniform burst into the room, breathing frantically. Alez's face burned red.
"What in the damned Hell do you think you're doing?! What's your name division so I know who to smack later?" The old man roared towards the young boy.
"Oyānci s-sir, the Ƶantico d-division! Alez, sir! I-its your son!" The man cried out, with Alez's face going from red to purple.
"Well dammit boy! What Hell has he gotten himself into?!" He snarled, slamming a fist onto the table causing a single sheet of paper to flutter to the ground and Camille to flinch.
"He's at the first aid camp, he got shot at th--" Once again, no one can get a single word out as Alez stormed past the boy and down a hallway, leaving the young man to the ire of the three men and women.
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“Titā matunuturī ma wurukiusi! Saru anuravana iʻarī, wuka mavīaʻa vana!”
People are shouting at the top of their lungs, as chaos ensued after a decision was read out loud by the leader of Reformist faction, Wanutāvariʻi. The sentences were roughly translated to ‘We don’t bow down to the bourgeoisie! We must crush them, not making amends with them!’
Wanutāvariʻi smiled at the reaction. It was going as expected. He was just reading the motion of the Revolutionary Council, declaring that the war with the Purist faction will be resumed, after almost one year of an uneasy period of peace. The people couldn’t wait any longer, and so did he and everyone else in the Council. But he and the Council knew it was a necessary action. The faction would've collapsed if weren't for the Armistice. But not a lot of people knew about this. They hid a lot of things from the mass. For their good.
The Reformist faction wasn’t initially formed as a unified front from the beginning. It grew out of a communication channel between many various parties that fought against Queen Varamatamaranga, each with their aims and goals. Increased fighting as the war drew out necessitated a unified command, and thus the Reformist faction is officially formed, under the name ʻUrungama mi Taturatanga (Group of Reformer). The various factions that comprised the Reformist were still independent, safe for the coordination for the war effort. These arrangements satisfied everyone, but Wanutāvariʻi knew how hard it was to maintain the integrity of the decentralized faction, especially with some parties trying to gain leverage at the expense of the others. This factor, coupled together with the lack of training among the troops, greatly compromised the Reformist war-effort, resulting in a set-back that prompted the Armistice with the Purist. The last battle on Terata, the old capital of Reyan Empire, destroyed most of their equipment. But it also wiped-out one-fourth of the Purist forces. Both parties had no choice.
Looking at the crowd below, and the chaos that reigned, he knew that he couldn't trust any of them to do anything right. Not for the second time. No, for the entirety of this renewed war, he would only trust he and a few associates of him. This time, the war would go according to his words. And the Reformist will prevail over its enemy, the Purist.
Namānurarī Tamunaranga! Death to the Purist! Death to Capitalist!
In the time of the Imperial Government under Gustov, Ahrana had sent funds to three nations outside his Borders in hopes in creating a partnership in the area on the term of Farming and Production of Produce for consumption in Ahrana and the Nations of Sorsk, Spáland, and Dómrgarðr. Each their own entity and each their own peoples, but all related to one common ancestor, the Ahranaians which lied next to them but yet they retained their independence during the Unification Wars and many Wars after that. Was it not for the Statute of Peace and a few minor treaties Ahranaian Kings had made with these three Nations they surely would have been absorbed by the Ahranaian Mainland decades ago.
Gustov XVII had created a Economical Partnership with these three Governments in exchange for protection by the Ahranaian Government due to the fact they each had no standing army, Gustov agreed and only asked that the Ahranaian People be granted land inside these nations to use for farming. Farming in Ahrana was difficult enough due to the lengths of winters and the harshness but while it was that way in Ahrana the nations of Sorsk and Spáland had harsh winters but they had more fertile soil compared to Ahrana. In Dómrgarðr the winters were harsh to but not as bad as they were further down from the north closer to the Lower Lake, it also had some of the richest soil in the area. What all three of these lands had in common though was the minerals they had below the soil, minerals that would be useful in Ahrana especially in the future.
For years Ahrana had been sending Nationals to these lands to farm there even before the Farming Agreement was signed, the majority of the crops in Ahrana come from these lands and it is starting to get expensive to ship the Produce from these lands as the Governments there are starting to add more and more taxes on all products going to the mainland. Ahrana had started seeing this as a huge problem and a problem that must be fixed.
Each day tension had grown between the Citizens of those lands and the Nationals of Ahrana, small petty crime had risen in the areas where the Ahranaian Nationals have been living in these lands. Several Ahranaians had written to the Government asking for help as they can barely live without facing persecution. With the death of Gustov XVII everything changed in these lands, it had seemed that these people sought to end the Ahranaian Grip on these lands which had been controlled by Ahrana for generations. With the death of Gustov it started the killings and genocide of the Ahranaian Nationals, the Ivanoff Government ignored these crimes his entire term and Core was powerless. However, President Sigrid was infuriated and wanted to be sure that the killings stop and stop completely.....
05 October 2019
City of Carlson | Republic of Peterburi | Ahranaian Federation
Yes I understand Madam President, yes....I agree completely and it will be done Ma'am. General Luka out.
General Luka put the phone back on the hook and looked at his table then to the men and women in the room from which he had received the call in, they were in the battle room where all plans take place. He had just gotten orders to start the invasion of the Three Nations outside Carlson across the border, it was long over due he thought to himself. Finally Ahrana was going to reunite what lands belong to them rightfully and should have been controlled years ago.
Right men, the President has given us the go ahead for the invasion. So what is said here will be said here and none else understood..Good lets begin. So the plan is to send in Special Forces ahead of the main Batteries of Troops to gather intel on the areas. In the times of the Imperial Era they had no standing army but since then they have gained a rag tag militia which has been carrying out all Killings and activates in all nations. Our Mission is simple, capture the capitals of all three nations, arrest those responsible for the Genocide and bring them home, and plant the Presidential Standard atop the Capital Domes. We have orders not to kill any Government Official in any nations unless we are fired upon. If any official is killed without due reasoning you will face a Court Marshall. Now After Special Forces have landed we will send in a Air Raid first time is a Low Fly By to scare off any Civilians the second fly by will be a pay load drop.
Sir what of the other Civilians if we drop waves of bombs then we have innocent blood on our hands, and I for one would rather not have that happen.
Well then I suggest you get the hell out of here and the military, we have to do what we have to do. As soon as the bombs start dropping people will run for cover. From early intelligence reports the areas here do have bomb shelters so most likely after the first fly by they will be heading there. For those who dont make it to them well May God watch over them and forgive us later. We are expecting some heavy fall out from the Community but its nothing we cant deal with understood. Now after the Fly Bys Minister Core has given us two squads of her finest men and women to help us setting up Camps for Wounded and to start placing all people in the area under the Ahranaian National Registry as they will become Nationals automatically. The First Squad will do that and the Second Squad will run Intelligence Reports and gather as much Intelligence they can, if any raids are to happen concerning intel they gather then that Squad will lead all raids. They are trained professionals and retired Military Personnel, they know what they are doing. Minster Core has also sent a Special Squad called SQ-04I which they are like Special Forces but a lot different, unlike the Special Forces we will be sending first this squad will infiltrate the Governments and if they can extract the people we are needing then they will, if they cannot that's when we come in and extract them with force instead of stealth. Now during all of this COMMUNICATION IS THE KEY! we must all communicate with each other If we fail to do so we fail this whole mission. Now lets get to it, Special Forces get ready to roll out, Intelligence Corps gear up and leave as soon as you can the rest of you prepare and await my orders.
The entire Base had came to life in just a matter of seconds, the pilots for the Helicopters begun their preflight check list and the Military Jets begun their final prepping stages and fueling. All the other Men and Women begun getting the equipment on them. Once the first Town had been cleared a HQ would be set up and all essential personnel would be flown over to the location. General Luka unlike the other High Ranking Officials got into his Combat uniform and got his pack ready to go, he was going to b eon the fronts with the men and women during the first seige they were going to face. He looked over at his watch and saw the time, it was 0700 AST and it was time to roll out.
He walked over to the Command Center and gave them a look to which they knew to sound the alarm to begin. The alarm rings out for two minutes and within a matter of seconds everyone runs to positions, the Helicopters come to life the Jets are roaring with life. Luka looked over Base Flight Control and with a wave of his hand the light was green. The Flight Directors gave the motion to go and go did the jets. Within a few seconds two jets were up followed by two more then two more and two more. Flight Squadron 62 was up and running with Squadron 63 prepared to back them up when needed. At that point Special Forces left along with the Intelligence Corps, the others were already loaded up and ready to move out. Lukas entire Division was moving out and going to the first town. Carlson Base still held two other Divisions ready for whatever may happen.
TO BE CONTINUED