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Second Dawn IC [Open & Accepting]

Upon the news of the two sprawling coties Joining the Republic Marcus Tullius Bellatus began to make his way to Neapolis for the Festival. But before he would do so he made a stop in Corsica, where he made many agreements with the Locals, many of whom were excited to see more seafaring and tride brought back to the Island and those who would not follow were easily conquered as they were ill equipped and had little to no train with what few guns they had. Upon Tullius' departure weeks later the eastern half of Corsica was under Control of the Republic. With many of the legionaires still stationed in Corsica and many Auxiliary by their side they would easily fortify the ground they had taken. Tullius returned to Neapolis and Rome to take part in the upcoming festival that would be a momentous occasion for the Politics of the Republic.
 
Empire of Aquitaine
AIN Monge & AIN Bougainville
Bay of Biscay

The two ships; AIN Monge and AIN Bougainville are in the middle of Bay of Biscay to analyze the trade routes going to Bordeaux before the war. AIN Monge is a medium-sized track ship, carrying tons of buoy to manage the dangerous sea waves of Bay of Biscay and to put a direction towards the city of Bordeaux if a ship was lost in the gigantic bay. AIN Monge was led by a navy officer named Alfred Bernard and AIN Bougainville was led by a navy officer named Carlo Dubois.

"A.I.N Bougainville, do you copy?" Officer Alfred speaks on the radio.
"Affirmative, A.I.N Monge." Officer Carlo replied on the radio.
"We are preparing to put buoys on the waters, over." Officer Alfred continued, "I want your men to be ready in case someone attack us, over." Officer Alfred said.
"Roger that, A.I.N Monge. A.I.N Bougainville out." Officer Carlo hang up.

The sailors from A.I.N Bougainville were armed with long-ranged rifles to protect A.I.N Monge from an unexpected attack. Meanwhile, the sailors from A.I.N Monge were putting down buoys on the waters. Each buoy will be placed from the water and its distance with each other would be 5 km. So far, nothing happened and the waters were solid flat. It was a clear sky, thank heavens there was no bad weather-.. for now.

Effects:
- Life buoys were placed in the Bay of Biscay, their distance is 5 km away from each other. The life buoys were heading towards the shores of Soulac-Sur-Mer and possibly Bordeaux.

AIN La Mouqueuse & AIN La Glourieuse
Near San Sebastián, Iberian Peninsula, Bay of Biscay

As part of Aquitaine's goals of expansionism, the two coastal patrol ships; AIN La Mouqueuse & AIN La Glourieuse was heading south of Bay of Biscay to find new lands for Aquitaine, they've already seen the western Pyrenees mountains and an Andorran flag raised on that land. ( CharmingCthulhu CharmingCthulhu could see two medium-sized Aquitanian ships heading south). It's been an hour since they left the Imperial Navy HQ until one of the sailors from AIN La Glourieuse spot an island covering a city. The sailor went to the navy officer named Chandler Durand to talk about the urgent news.

"Sir, I've spotted some sort of a lost city." the sailor said.
"Are you sure, comrade?" Officer Chandler replied and the sailor just nod. Officer Chandler went outside of the cockpit as he carry a telescope. The officer would zoom out and would see a big rock island covering the bay and moments later, the officer could see the lost city of San Sebastián. No one knows who controlled the lost city but the Aquitanians discovered a new land for expansion. Officer Chandler Durand would order AIN La Mouqueuse and AIN La Glourieuse to head back to Imperial Aquitaine to discuss with the Emperor.

Effects:
- The Aquitanians discovered the lost city of San Sebastián, north of Iberian Peninsula; 475 km to the Kingdom of Madrid.

Square Vinet, Bordeaux, Imperial Aquitaine

Thousands of civilians are crowding up the Square Vinet to attend the Emperor's nation address. Enzo and his fiancee Suzanne was in a limo heading to Square Vinet, the young and sharp-minded Emperor was nervous but excited to address his speech towards his people. "You seem nervous, my love." Suzanne chuckles. "But this nervousness will stop when i'm on the podium." Enzo chuckles. The limo would arrive at the back of Square Vinet where soldiers occupy the area. As Enzo and Suzanne steps out, they would be accompanied by the finest elite units of Aquitaine; the Imperial Guards, who sworn to protect the Emperor and the Empress of this great nation.

As Enzo goes towards the podium, many civilians would cheer him. Chanting "Hail Moreau!", the soon-to-be-Empress Suzanne and other government officials would take a seat. Enzo would raise his hands up which the crowd would now be silent and ready to listen to their great leader.

"Citizens of Bordeaux and the territories of the Empire of Aquitaine, our great nation have survived the bombs fifty years ago, my great-grandfather Alain Juppe, who is the last mayor of this city saved us from nuclear catasthropic. We believed ourselves that we are the last French people who are powerful, strong, and preserved the history of this world. We are the descendants of the French government! Today, I asked you that our nation will be stronger than ever! If you really sworn your loyalty to the Empire. This will be a new beginning to us, as we are the last French people alive in Francia, we must expand and reclaim the lost lands of Francia!" the crowd would cheer and moments later they stopped, "The rumors about smaller nations rising from the ashes are true and it's a fact. We've officially establish contact with the Kingdom of Andorra; our southern neighbor who is a pre-war government just like us and there are tons of nations out there such as Duchy of Milan and Genoa but there is a nation who will be the threat to our sovereignty in the future; the Roman Republic." people would began murmuring with each other as they heard Roman Republic in their ears.

"You've all known that this new Roman Republic is the same as ancient Rome. Their leaders or their descendants are very educated people since they revived the Roman Republic into this new world we lived in. You've all known their methods, they conquer, they murder, and they slaved other nations and those nations who choose to be a loyal of the Republic are poor vassals of their masters. People in Rome are brainwashed, doesn't know what happened in the past unlike us, we know the history of the past. As we are the last French people alive in this new world we live in, we would never-.. ever bow to anyone except Aquitaine! Together, we expand for the sake of our people! We could now finally unite with other French people who aren't part of Imperial Aquitaine! Glory to Aquitaine!"

And the people would cheer and chant, "Glory to Aquitaine! Hail Moreau!" as they do French salute to their Emperor.

Effects:
- Aquitanian people are dedicated to their Emperor and the Empire which increased the national unity further.
- Aquitanians have now a big disliked towards Rome.
 
Florentia
With Pisa secured, Titus arrived in Florentia. The tales of the Roman's deeds at Pisa had already made their way to Florentia and caused the populace of the historic city to fear the Romans doing something similar again. With no major combat taking place, the people of Florentia submitted themselves to the Romans due to their fear. To calm the populace and prevent a growing resentment for Roma in the city, Titus spun a new tale about the conquest of Pisa. In his new story, the Romans had been auctioning slaves that they captured along their journey to Pisa that were too large of a strain on the legion's supplies. When one of the local mob bosses lost one of the bids, their mafiosi opened up fire on the Romans and tried stealing the slaves. This renewed conflict between the mafias of the city which the Romans suppressed. At seeing the level of barbarity within Pisa, Titus sent legionaries around the city to keep the citizens safe and secure the city under the Republic. When the fighting was over, the Romans allowed a native Pisan to oversee the city.

Only changing a few details, Titus had changed the tone of the story from being a Roman massacre upon the people of Pisa to Roma fighting against the deceitful barbaric crime lords. The Pisans who managed to come to Florentia would be unable to verify whether those key details were true or not and their very own thoughts of Roman intervention at Pisa were called into doubt. Coupled with Roman heralds preaching about the messenger brutally murdered by the Aquitani, the Florentii were willing to following Roman laws under the jurisdiction of Caius Decius Artificiosus, a painter and philosopher who the Romans deemed cultured enough to lead.

Legio I Roma marched South to Roma as fast as they could to make it in time for the Cerealia festivities. Having brought both Pisa and Florentia under the Eagle they would be deserving of a grand triumph.
 
Walkers and Ferdinand, still at it. Keeping the perimeter of Ol' London safe and secure. Would be fitting for a propaganda poster, if you think about it. Nothing much had happened. Nothing much will probably happen.

"Shoulda brought something to mark some these places. I noticed some abandoned industrial buildings not too far."

It was Walkers, again - as usual. He continued his efforts to make a conversation with his partner. Any attempt was normally shot down faster than a chicken about to be butchered.

"We can go back after we've finished up with our patrol."

Walkers let out a sigh of frustration. When Ferdinand said something like that, it normally meant that they wouldn't even let the thought of going back come close to their brains. Ferdinand: a man of many mysteries.
 
Moscow Union

Tver was easy to annex, Roman thought. After the battle at the airport, he was ordered to help recruit the handful of human settlements located amongst the ruins of the old world city to the cause of D6. Those not awed by the display of the Muscovites' martial strength were quickly woo'd by the prospects of no longer existing, but living and prospering. In total about 2,500 souls had flocked to the hope that he provided, and already reconstruction efforts had begun to transform Tver into a functioning city. Soon he was told that Cossack Company and Jalopy would be transferring to Tula and Ryazan respectively, clearing and rallying those cities behind the star of their motherland. He and the fifty able-bodied men that served under him while left behind for now will lead in the days to come a column of infantry to the great city of the ancients, Nizhniy Novgorod.

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Alexander didn't understand Polzin. While he felt privately honored by his comrade in this mission to reconcile the mutual hate between Metahumans and man, he assumed that Polzin disliked his need for him. Whether he was chosen for this task to fail or succeed, he was determined to see it through for his friend. After bathing the toddler-like Metahumans and taking their measurements for most unusual and surely classified tailor requests, he had begun to feel like a glorified babysitter. On the upside, he had found that the creatures very much enjoyed mushrooms and the sheer availability of water that he provided them on request- he had even taken to incentivizing their slow though steady progress in speaking proper Russian with some of the more luxurious mushroom treats he had managed to requisition from the Ring Stations. He didn't know if they wouldn't strangle him if they had the chance yet, but he believed he sensed the beginning of a relationship where they at least tolerated his presence without visible anger or distress.
 
The next month, the Emperor continued sending settlers to settle the countryside in Eastern Thrake, finishing the job. With that done he expanded west, taking Alexandroupoli. The taking of Alexandroupoli itself was hard - fifteen men lost their lives.

AAR: The Battle of Alexandroupoli
At 7:56 AM on Tuesday, eighty men entered Alexandroupoli to clear any threats before the settlers moved in. Encountering three rabid Dokar, they swiftly put them down, though Stelios took a wound to the arm. Continuing on, the encountered a Berion, and fifteen minutes of battling later they brought it down - but fifteen men had been lost. They secured the rest of the city, thankfully. unknown.png(might be too much land correct me if it is)
 

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Tetriarch Samuel Messdan sat on top of his horse, leaning over the saddle as he watched the 1st Athenian Regiment set up camp along the eastern coastline near Athens. Horsemen could be seen heading off into the distance, sent out on patrol to secure the area. Messdan doubted there would be any threat within the area, but it payed to be careful.

The Tetriarch had been sent out to expand the Empires borders eastward, while Tetriarch Andreou took command of the 2nd Athenian Regiment, and did the same to the west. As a matter of principle and practice, there always had to be a Tetriarch in Athens. The 3rd regiment stood as the current home guards as they waited for orders to deploy.

It all came down to time in truth. The faster they could take land around Athens, the faster they could rebuild using the resources taken. Very important for a growing Empire, and even more so for a nation under risk. There was talk of a nation to the north east of Athens, and Messdan and his peers wanted to be prepared should things go poorly.
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Actions:
Athenian regiments expand Empire territory to the east and west of Athens. Westward towards Patrai.
Reconstruction of roads begin spreading out from Athens.
Mining and farming operations are expanded.
 
The Russian Empire
Riga Outskirts, 0850 hours
The group of trucks rolled on along the old highways, marks on the earth that tell the stories of the old world. They were approaching Riga and they were within 10 miles of the city.After a few more minutes, the old ruins appeared on the horizon. A cheer went up amongst the men as they approached. As they reached the gate, an Embassador, one Smolin Yanovich, dismounted with a party of Russian troops armed with AK 47s. They approached the gate and, after discussion with the people of Riga, were allowed to occupy an old building, fix it up, and use it as a Russian embassy within Riga.
Novogrod
Meanwhile, the other convoy, the one sent to Moscow, had taken a bit of a wrong turn and ended up in Novogrod. As they drove down the streets, they were suddenly pelted with small arms fire from the buildings above. Quickly, they dismounted and took cover in whatever buildings they could. One soldier, a platoon commander named Edgar Alekseeva quickly reorganized the Russians.
Looking around, Edgar felt a mixture of excitement and terror this is what battle's like... he quickly snapped out of his thoughts and began barking orders. "Listen, comrades! Today we fight not only for the Tsar's glory, but for our very lives!" He looked to the man next to him, one of his Corporals "Dimitri, get the snipers together and start taking out HVTs."
"Yes, sir." Dimitri ran off to gather everyone he could find with a scoped Nagant. Meanwhile, Edgar, along with all the soldiers near him, starting taking accurate, semi-automatic shots at any Bandit who dare expose himself. After about 15 minutes, Edgar gathered 10 men and ran across the street.They entered the building most of the firing was coming from. Then, with Edgar at the head of the unit, they began methodically clearing the building, room by room. They would enter a room and lay down automatic fire with their AK 47s or PPSHes before either taking the remaining bandits prisoner or going in with bayonets for the kill. Inspired by his example, other brave groups of men attempted to do the same thing to the other buildings. After 30 minutes of tough close quarters fighting, the day was won by the Russians.
Once the attack was fought off, a radio message was sent back to St Petersburg. The Russian Advisory Council, determining something of value must be in Novogrod, sent settlers out to the city, and claimed a cone of land from St petersburg to Novogrod for the Empire.
Outside St Petersburg
Several miles outside St Petersburg stands a great fort. This fort is the stronghold of the mounted bandits that have for nearly a decade been ravaging Russia's outer holdings, making farmers pay tribute. Several Russian battalions had been sent to deal with them, but all so far had been defeated by the superior mobility of these bandits. However in recent months several decisive victories have been scored by the Russians. Now the Bandit's king and his retainer were trapped within this fortress, and the Russians had surrounded the fort. With supplies running low for the defenders, the Russians decided one day to launch an all out assault. Colonel Ivan Brusilov, one of the Empire's best commanders, organized it. The Russians attacked with hand grenades, followed by a period of skirmishing with the few defenders who stood on the walls to face them. A siege tower, which had been built on the scene, was rolled up to the walls and the Russian troops hopped off, firing PPSHes and charging with bayonets. Within an hour, all fighting had ceased as the Imperial Eagle was raised over the fort. The Bandit king was taken and brought to a tent, where he was greeted by Peter.
"Greetings." The old Tsar began. "It is my pleasure to finally meet you, after all of the suffering you have inflicted on me people"
The Bandit leader just stared at Peter, his eyes full of venom.
"Do not worry, it isnt my intention to kill you." At this, the Bandit relaxed.
"In fact, I would like to offer your nation legitimization and vassilization under the Russian Empire. Of course, your holdings are on Russian territory, so your refusal will result in your expulsion from your lands. What is your name, and do you accept?"
"Mosalev Illich, and yes, I do accept."
"Very well, I proclaim you Count Mosalev of the Russian Empire. Of course, you will be forced to pay taxes to the Empire. I have a special tax planned for you. Instead of food or monetary taxes, I want you to pay your taxes in men. Your people are efficient cavalrymen, and I'd like to establish them as my new Cossacks."
"Very well, my liege. We have a deal."
"My thanks. Now, Count Mosalev, go and take control of your new county, we will map out your borders soon."

Effects:
8 Casualties (2 killed, 6 wounded)
50 bandit casualites (20 killed, 30 captured)
Central Novogrod Secured
Settlers sent to Novogrod, the Empire expands!
500 Cossack cavalrymen join the Imperial Army

 
"Put you back into it, you curs! If you dont pull harder I'll acquaint you with the whip!" The oarmaster turned on his heel. "You, navigator! where are we right now?" The navigator looked at the coastline to the right, looked to the sun and consulted his map. "We are a league and a half from the east coast of Attica, near Athens. We'll need to stop there, there's sure to be artifacts and history from our Old Empire there." The oarmaster nodded at this and shouted instructions at the men. Shortly they would arrive east of Athens. Grammatic Grammatic

The scouts are greatly pleased by the fact that pilgrimage can be secured and escorted by their four guards they follow them north to Rome after sending word to the ship. Locklaklazarii Locklaklazarii Boethiah Boethiah namama namama Fishman Lord Fishman Lord
 
A small patrol of Macedonian cavalry, sent out from the 1st Regiments camp, spotted the approaching boat. The ship had barely touched down when the five soldiers surrounded the boat. Each was armed with a single shot pistol, as well as a saber. The sergeant of the the patrol kicked his mount forward, before dismounting near the foreigners. "You are currently standing on New Macedonian Empire soil. Identify yourself and your purpose here." As he spoke, he turned his head slightly to the rest of his men, briefly flashing quick hand signs.

At the motion, one of the riders detached himself from the group, quickly wheeling his horse around and riding off, back towards the 1st Regiments encampment. Whoever this lot was, their presence would have to be brought up with the Tetriarch. He would have final say on what happened.

Albion Albion
 
"New Macedonian soil? Har! This is claimed by the Eastern Roman Empire. Submit to us or face destruction at the mighty hands of our nation!" The one hundred sailors on the ship all were bristled and held knives, dirks or swords, ready for a fight if necessary. There was an air of tension on the ship and on the ground, and the three soldiers on the boat all had their weapons at the ready. Grammatic Grammatic
 
Konungariket Sverige

The Queen.
The Queen made her way down the Finnish coast. She had a discussion with some of the advisers and, of course, the 'admiral' of the 'fleet'. This discussion was over whether they should risk it, save hours or even days of travel and cut across the Finnish gulf or play it safe and take the long lumbering trip around. After a small Sea Vidunder bashed the side of one of the ships, only to be fished onto the deck of one of the yachts and prepared as a meal, they decided not to risk it. Instead risking the small number of raiders that travel the sea. The few soldiers with them armed with guns should be more then sufficient to stop any such threat. This was proven when a small fishing vessel began to approach them, when the could see the solders armed and ready they headed back to the Finnish coast. After a few more hours of travel they came across an area. There were great long sand banks restricting travel in or out. However they shallow Yachts and Ferries could pass over the ruined bridges. While the Queens own boat had to remain outside. Not knowing what to expect she sent some advisors and a contingent of troops to go in and look if there was anything worth her time and, most importantly, if it was safe. The rest of the ships remained with the Queen as they set off. The ferry is topped with soldiers, peering out and guns ready as they travel further in. Seeing a hub of activity they prepare to meet a potentially civilised group. Lordvader59 Lordvader59

The Prince.
As the convoy approached the town of Avesta, a town well known for its small community willing to buy food and trade with the Swedish soldiers out on hunt, the Prince was sleeping. He was curled up with his new friend, his snowy pup that he had yet to name when a shot rang out. The Truck ahead of them swerved and so the truck transporting the Prince had to adjust similarly. He awoke with a start just as he heard the thud of the driver from the other truck's body hitting the ground. They had yet to see their assailants but they backed up to the Trucks, hopping in the back with the Prince and his pet. The two armed with guns were ready to fire and the others kept their eyes open, ready to point out any movement. Soon after noises could be heard from the roadside and a firefight began as the two armed soldiers attempted to suppress and kill their assailants. With the pup cowering in a corner the Prince grabbed his axe and leapt from the Truck into the underbrush. As he landed he rolled, standing up right next to one of their attackers. The women tried to bash at him with the but end of her gun but the Prince parried with his Axe and then embedded it into her neck. Not waiting to remove it he grabbed her rifle and began crawling through the bushes. He came across a few dead bodies and a pair of men, one turned to shoot him and the Prince fired a deafening shot through the bridge of his nose, not generally a good place to aim but at this range it did the job and the mans brains flew all over the trees behind. The other just began cowering in fear. The Prince could see no other threats so he grabbed the man and pushed him out into the road as he ordered his men not to shoot at him. There was still the issue of the sniper that apparently took out one of his guards. When he passed from the greenery he found that in the battle another guard lay dead. "Take this man. Tie him too the bear. Let his feet drag against the road." He ordered as he looked to the distance. Just as he did it lit up with gunfire. Who ever was out there was fighting someone. He ordered his men back onto the truck and had his two dead guards hurriedly tied down in the truck, awaiting a time they could be properly put to rest. When he arrived at the distant firefight it was over, dead on both sides but it turned out that the victors were people of Avesta who had heard the fighting and went to investigate. It was one of their own trying to use the well travelled road to take his own profit. He gathered a small following and tried to attack them. Pity they put themselves up against the Prince or they may have made quite a name for themselves. He was offered a free place to sleep, they filled his fuel with as much as they could spare, apologised and begged that the Kingdom not seek revenge for this, as it was not their wish for it to happen. He assured them of his forgiveness and asked for something to wrap his dead in so they would not be left to the elements. He gave them the prisoner, whose feet were already badly burned and cut, and in return they offered a beautiful Shield maiden for his guard, though what purpose he would have her serve neither he or they knew. He tried to decline but she was as insistent as the people and so they travelled back to Stockholm. When he arrived he was greeted with news of the victory over Uppsala and a ceremony would be held to celebrate his great kill. The young women that offered herself to his service seemed to be following him about as loyally as the puppy. The Puppy he named Loki and later he learned his other follower was named Freyja.

The Empire of Russia

Baltics
Parts of the Riga contingent continued on towards Pärnu, looking for any signs of civilization in the Baltics. guul66 guul66
Petrograd
A new project was underway. Said project was to fit an icebreaker onto an ironclad, allowing year-round access to the Baltic sea. It will take an unknown amount of time to get a proper ram fitted onto the warship.

The Swedish envoys were greeted by a Russian diplomat escorted by several men with AKs. "Who are you, and from where do you hail?"
 
The sergeant looked at the man before him. He then turned his eyes to the rest of the seemingly company sized force waiting. "Knives, swords. Brutal weapons, efficient weapons. Meant to kill." The sergeants hand suddenly snapped down to his hip, drawing the pistol he had there, and holding it in the air, pointing to the side. "This is also an efficient weapon. If I gave the signal, four of your people, including you my friend, would be dead in a heart beat. Then we could ride away before you did anything." He holstered the weapon then, turning and mounting his horse.

"There are other options that war or submission. I would recommend you depart and inform your leaders, before you brashly go getting thousands of people killed." With that, the sergeant flicked his hand, leading his men in at a gallop towards the 1st Regiment encampment.

Albion Albion
 
One of the soldiers scowled. Taking his spear up, he threw it into the ground. "You will face destruction at our hands if you do not dubmit. This is a declaration of WAR." With that the ship turned back and left for home. Weeks later, when they returned, the Legion armed itself and began it's long march west to attack the Macedonians. Grammatic Grammatic
 
Franz sat in his dark room. His hands were tightly folded around one another. His desk was oddly cold. Another voice, coarse and ragged spoke from a corner. "About a hundred dead isn't too bad. It was our boys' first time in a larger scale battle. Plus, it was unknown territory.," the voice explained. Franz shook his head. "Inform the commanders to reduce the casualties next time we perform operations such as this." Franz grunted, and related his hands. He leaned back in his chair, and took a deep breath. "This is what happens when you use common soldiers. Next time the Fist will be used to 'hinder' our opponents battle capabilities." Franz grinned. The voice from the corner spoke up once again. "Understood. I'll inform the public that we have conquered Potsdam. The few thousand people in Potsdam are already beginning to assist us by the way. They appreciate not being owned by wastelanders."
 
Temple of Castor and Pollux, Roma
With the Milanese and Genoese representatives arriving in Roma, they proposed a charter for the manufacture of armor in Mediolanum. The issue was voted on within the Temple of Castor and Pollux due to the Curia still being under renovations, but close to being able to accommodate for the new Senators. The Milanese charter passed with little opposition.

Another new motion brought forward by the new cities in the Republic was to make Genua the base of the fleets of the Roman Republic due to it being an already established port. It never passed the Senate, but the Senate did end up agreeing that a future naval base would be located on the isle of Sicilia in the center of the Mediterranean Sea.

After the Eastern Romans had brought their proposal to the grand city of Roma, it was introduced to the Senate. It was taken up by Cnaeus Verius Mendacius who wanted the people of Eastern Roma to view him favorably. Princeps Senatus Marcus Tullius supported the bill but added an addendum to it stating that Christian pilgrims could not interfere with Roman society, punish Romans on pagan festivals, commit burnings, denounce Roma, denounce the Roman gods, or convert the people of Roma. In his version of the motion, all violations would result either in being mauled by lions of crucifixion. Senators from Genua challenged this and in the end it was decided that any violation would result in V-XX years of slavery depending on the severity of the crime committed. Albion Albion

The next act of the Senate was addressing the issue of the Roman messenger to the Aquitani. Again, this act was proposed by Cnaeus to appease the Christians. Genua and Mediolanum received it well and agreed that they would take the messenger as their patron Saint while Roma and Neapolis deified him. By the end of the proposal, it was aimed at eliminating the differences between the Roman polytheists and the Christians by giving them a similar religious figure.

Around the City of Roma
News had spread of Titus Julius making Easter, an old Christian holiday, an addition to their merriment on the seventh of Aprilis which was five days earlier than the expected beginning of the Cerealia. Truth be told, the festivals had began on the first of Aprilis with the Veneralia in honor of the goddess Venus. Flowers were put onto the statues of Venus and the priestesses of Venus tossed flowers throughout the city. Megalesia in honor of Cybele had continued to partying and on the sixth, Titus's guards had hidden eggs and other gifts throughout the city to be found on the Christian Easter. In addition to that, over 300 slaves were brought into Roma as gladiators and there were public matches held daily free of charge to the average Roman citizens. Many plays for Cybele were held throughout the city. Flute players were also hired to march around the city and play their music while people following behind them threw rose petals around the streets. Incense was popularized dramatically throughout the six days of Megalesia and official opium sellers even gave discounts on their drug.

A quick deviation from Megalesia was the celebration of the anniversary of the Temple of Fortuna Publica. During the anniversary the Aediles had brought large vats of wine near the Temple. The plebeians brought their own cups in hopes of receiving wine. To determine who would and wouldn't receive wine the Roman officials tossed special commemorative denarii made specifically for this month.

The patricians celebrated Megalesia by holding grand banquets of their own with the finest silverware they could find and the most exotic and expensive foods available to them. Pater Patriae Titus Julius brought in a mix of Phrygian cuisine from the lands of Anatolia and extravagant Roman cuisine. As the Senators and other patricians finished their meals, they left his palace and Roma altogether to watch a spectacle organized by Titus. Hundreds of actors and other enthusiastic Romans were reenacting the Battle of Zama between Scipio Africanus and Hannibal. When it was done and a Roman victory was replicated, the children of the Romans were given sticks and had the opportunity to destroy a smaller replica of Carthago signifying the end of the Punic Wars and Roma's rise to power. When the main battle reenactments were finished, a procession headed towards the Temple of Victory which housed a statue of Cybele. As the Romans allowed to go inside did, they made offerings to the goddess Cybele to grant them the same victory she granted Roma against Carthago.

Circus Maximus, Roma
Megalesia saw dozens of chariot races performed in the Circus Maximus with the statue of Cybele overseeing all of them. Thousands of Romans cheered throughout the games which were held for six days. The Roman actors in the battle of Zama and their children paraded through the Circus Maximus in full regalia. The Circus also saw various foot races and endorsed popular plays performed for the enjoyment of Roman citizens. Famous musicians were able hired to play at the Circus.

A few days after the major Megalesian games saw the start of the Cerealian festivals and the beginning of the Romans dressing in all white for one week. The Vigiles Urbani lighted torches and approached captured foxes before typing the torches to the fox's tails and letting them loose in the Circus. As with the reenactment of the Punic Wars, this was a reenactment of when a blazing fox brought fire to a field of grain under the protection of Ceres. A horse race starting at the Temple of Ceres also made its way into the Circus Maximus to finish their contest. When it had ended, the riders were gifted bags of bread which they handed out to the plebeians of Roma. Like with Megalesia, Cerealia had its own plays and poetry recitals. A popular story told at the Cerealia was the origin of their fox burning practices as told by Ovid:

"When the third dawn from the vanishing of the Hyades
Breaks, the horses will be in their stalls in the Circus.
So I must explain why foxes are loosed then,
Carrying torches fastened to scorched backs.
The land round Carseoli's cold, not suited for growing
Olives, but the soil there's appropriate for corn.
I passed it on the way to my native Pelignian country,
A small region, yet always supplied by constant streams.
There I entered, as usual, the house of my former host:
Phoebus had already unyoked his weary horses.
My host used to tell me of many things, including this,
As a preparation for my present work:
`In that plain,' he said (pointing at the plain),
A thrifty peasant woman and her sturdy husband had a small
Plot, he tilled the land himself, whether it needed ploughing,
Or required the curving sickle or the hoe.
They would sweep the cottage, set on timber piles,
She'd set eggs to hatch under the mother hen's feathers,
Or collect green mallows or gather white mushrooms,
Or warm the humble hearth with welcome fire,
And still worked her hands assiduously at the loom,
To provision them against the threat of winter cold.
She had a son: he was a playful child,
Who was already twelve years old.
In a valley, he caught, in the depths of a willow copse,
A vixen, who'd stolen many birds from the yard.
He wrapped his captive in straw and hay, and set fire
To it all: she fled the hands that were out to burn her:
In fleeing she set the crops, that covered the fields, ablaze:
And a breeze lent strength to the devouring flames.
The thing's forgotten, but a relic remains: since now
There's a certain law of Carseoli, that bans foxes:
And they burn a fox at the Cerealia to punish the species,
destroyed in the same way as it destroyed the crops."


Around the City of Roma
Bread was freely handed out by public officials to the plebeians too unfortunate to have not been in the Circus Maximus when the horse riders had thrown bread into the crowds. Other free food was organized and handed away including corn, cheeses, pasta, and pizza. Since barley was a grain it rightfully fell under Ceres's domain as a goddess and so the alcohol of Roma flowed freely for the partying.

After thirteen days of Aprilis, the Ides had come and sacrifices were made in the Temple of Jupiter to signify its anniversary. Roma also held a grand gladiatorial match to commemorate the god and the deeds of old Roma.

Three days of Cerealia say the start of Fordicidia in honor to Tellus, an ancient goddess of the Earth. Several pregnant cows were led in front of the Curia which had its renovations significantly finished on the same day. Each of the cows were publicly sacrificed and the Virgo Vestales Maxima took out the dead calves and burnt them. This was done to create suffimen from the ashes of the calves and the blood of the October Horse sacrificed months ago to Mars.

Cerealia officially ended on the nineteenth of Aprilis and was followed by the arrival of Legio I Roma. Titus Julius Philologus the Younger rode a chariot pulled by four horses while he wore a golden laurel crown with a purple toga. His veteran legionaries followed behind him along with his captured slaves from the barbarian tribes to the North. The triumph ended once Titus reached the Temple of Jupiter on the Capitoline Hill and offered sacrifices along with some relics taken from Pisa and Florentia.

Parilia was held one day after the triumph and for it both Consuls traveled to a random farm near Roma with other important public officials. At the countryside farm, a shepherd prepared his sheep pen and swept up the straw, mixing it with olive branches, laurel, and sulfur. The shepherd then set it ablaze and jumped through the flames along with his sheep. He made offerings of millet, cake, and milk to Pales, the god of sheep, afterwards and then he repeated four prayers facing Eastwards. Going back into Roma, the officials watched as Pater Patriae Titus Julius repeated the same process as the shepherd with the addition of adding suffimen to the fire. Parilia also happened to be the anniversary of the foundation of Roma by Romulus and Remus MMDCCCXXIV years beforehand. Celebrating the fact, there was another military parade through the city with more games and sacrifices to Jupiter, Mars, and Vesta.

Days later the Vinalia Urbana took place, a wine festival. Wine was poured into a ditch outside of the Temple of Venus which was observed by the patricians of Roma. As the day went on, the women of the city came to the Temple to offer Venus myrtle, mint, and rushes for the favor of the goddess of beauty.

Robigalia saw the sacrifice of a dog to the god Robigus in a grove at the fifth milestone from Roma. Like the Cerealia, it was related to the plentiful fields of grain that kept the Romans fed. A large feast was organized after the dog sacrifice consisting of bread and meats. More races were organized throughout the city and there were more chariot races marking the beginning of a new season of training for a team to have the next October Horse to sacrifice.

The last celebration in Aprilis was for the Floralia which saw the honoring of Flora, goddess of flowers and fertility. Romans wore colorful outfits during Floralia and threw beans at each other as part of tradition. Prostitutes were hired to undress and engage in combat with other prostitutes. Other spectacles were arranged for the people of Roma such as plays.

Curia
After an entire month of pure jubilation throughout Roma, it came to an end as the Senate decided to declare the tribe of Aquitania as an enemy of the Republic. It was announced that the new Republic of Roma, Neapolis, Mediolanum, and Genua would soon reclaim all of Italia as their first step to restoring the total glory of old Roma. Locklaklazarii Locklaklazarii namama namama Fishman Lord Fishman Lord
 
Upon the finish of the Holidays in Rome Marcus Tullius Bellatus had wanted to send a gift to the Eastern Romans as well as an invitation to a more prosperous relationship, perhaps a real alliance. Yet one of the biggest reasons he would send the ship was to assess the potential future threat of the Republic. They are sent there with 3 goals, one to survey the city in order to find the strengths and weaknesses of it. 2 to survey it's people and discover any cracks within their society and empire. And 3: give the rulers there deals and gifts in order to bring them on Rome's side, because sometimes to take an empire you must first take it's most powerful resource: money.
 
Empire of Aquitaine
Place de la Bourse, Bordeaux, Imperial Aquitaine

After a week, the Emperor and all of the generals of the Aquitanian military are having a meeting about the expansion of the Empire. Enzo Moreau was excited to see how the Empire would change in the future despite they have a great terrible enemy in the East; the Roman Republic whom they have never establish contact yet.

"Listen up, gentleman, finally, we could make this happen, we can expand our nation and reclaim the lost territories of Francia." the Emperor said as he takes a map of Europe. Most of southwestern Europe was colored between nations. The light red is Aquitaine, the blue is Andorra, and the blood red is Rome together with Duchy of Milan & Genoa. The Emperor would look at General Adam, "General Adam. You will seize nearby settlements in the northeast such as Saint André-de-Cuzbac, I've heard those settlements in the northeast wants to join our Empire Do what it needs to be done, General, don't kill them unless they provoke us first." General Adams replied, "Yes your grace." the navy general Hugo Martin noticed that the Duchy of Milan & Genoa is painted as blood red. "Your grace, why is the Duchy painted as blood red?" The navy general questioned him. "Our spies from Milan said they have joined Rome together with its vassal Genoa. Plus, Marseille, a bustling French coastal city before the war, was occupied by Genoese military." the Emperor continued, "We must expand sooner before they set further to Francia, these fanatics must be stopped!" and then the navy officer Chandler Durand interrupted the Emperor, "Your grace, while we were scouting the Bay of Biscay, we've just found a lost city. I don't think it's in Francia, your grace but it's best we claim the lost city." The Emperor smiled, "Do what needs to be done. Glory to Aquitaine, gentlemen, good luck." and all of the generals replied, "Glory to Aquitaine! Hail Moreau!" as they do the French salute towards the Emperor, they would soon leave the Place de la Bourse to start the expansion, for the sake of the Empire.

St. André-de-Cubzac
20km Northeast from Bordeaux

St. André-de-Cuzbac is a nearby big bustling settlement located in the northeast of Imperial Aquitaine whom have been very friendly towards the Empire for years and rumour has it that the people of St. André-de-Cuzbac are vying to join the Empire of Aquitaine after Emperor Enzo addressed the nation about unifying the French people at all costs and the leaders of this big settlement are having a discussion whether they would join the Empire or not.

General Adam and his hundreds of men have arrived in St. André-de-Cuzbac with Aquitanian banners flying. Many people have seen them and began to murmur until a boy shouted, "Glory to Aquitaine!" and the boy repeated the common greeting of Imperial Aquitaine and moments later many people would follow the boy's chant and does the same. General Adam and his men were welcomed by people of this big community.

The mayor and his lieutenants would get out of the building and they were happy to see the Aquitanians at their home. The soldiers were setting up large Aquitanian banners in government buildings. The mayor would say, "Glory to Aquitaine, sir, how may I help you?" General Adam smiled and he said, "This settlement, sir, will be under the territories of the Empire of Aquitaine, our goal is to unite the French people on our case." The mayor and his lieutenants began to murmur until the mayor decided to say, "Our people have waited this moment after all these years, I promise to you that we will be staunch loyalists of Emperor Enzo and the Empire. Hail Moreau!" and after that the big settlements of St. André-de-Cuzbac, the northeast land near Bordeaux will be under the territories of the Empire of Aquitaine.

San Sebastiàn, Basque County, Iberian Peninsula

The conquest of San Sebastiàn is led by navy general Hugo Martin with two destroyers AIN Cassard and AIN Georges Leygues armed with 18th-century cannon fully operated. The land forces would led by officer Carlo Dubois and it would total of 800 men. After that, the Aquitanian Imperial Navy would embark on the island and the island who is blocking the view of the lost city of San Sebastiàn would be under control of the Aquitanian forces.

Soon, hundreds of wooden boats would be sent to the beaches of San Sebastián, carrying Aquitanian banners. They could see a resort as they landed on the beaches of San Sebastiàn. The soldiers were prepared in case something happens but this lost city is dead quiet, no people, no raiders, no mutants. There was nothing in the city. Hours later, the Aquitanian forces would now arrive at the city of San Sebastián. The beaches of San Sebastián was now occupied by Aquitanian reinforcements and there was nothing on the city except that there are few mutant dogs packing which were eliminated. Abandoned government buildings were placed with large Aquitanian banners. Soon, this lost city would be a pure Aquitanian city.

Weeks later, Aquitanian settlers would settle this lost city and thus, the Empire of Aquitaine set a stronghold outside of Francia.

Effects:
- Northeast lands near Aquitaine is now controlled by Empire of Aquitaine
- San Sebastián is now under control of Imperial Aquitaine
- Population increased to 900 + 6000 = 6900 (total of 47,500 population)
 
[Part I of a II part post. Making a second part because of how late it is.]
The line, Moscow metro.

The military of 300 people would be sent to krylatskoe along with 1 railcar with a RPK gunner. Most of the personnel had to go on foot, so they would be somewhat late but could help reinforce overrun positions. There would only be silence on the way to the station as the soldiers on the cart simply took a defensive position, Marina would be crouched down looking ahead and down the tunnel. A few soldiers were checking their ammunition, checking their guns, and afterwards they all attached a bayonet to them. "Well here we go again... What is attacking us this time?" one of them said but never got a answer. "All I know is, the station guard overheard gunfire and then was told to get help. So either this is some sick joke and the bastard needs to get shot, or it is another invasion." Marina replied monotone. The front railcar having the headlights turned on, and the gunner was checking his equipment and gun. She rose the gun up and made sure that none of the bullets were jammed inside of it. She would get the one in the chamber out but accidentally it would fly out before she could grab it, but another soldier on the 3-carter had got it. Since he couldn't exactly return it at this point, he shrugged and kept it to himself. "You will get this back later!" he yelled out so the gunner could actually hear him. "amateur." another soldier said while shaking his head. The gunner having saw him and only yelled back "Go fuck yourself!" and shooting at him once with a Ashot and then reloading, putting it away afterwards. However due to being far away, she only wasted the shell.​
 
Tallinn

In the last week the Baltic Union built an military outpost outside Tallinn and have been both supplying their allies, the peaceful locals with weapons, but also fighting the raiders and gangs within themselves. While they had the manpower and weaponry to take the town by force it would bring in a lot of causalities and as such they currently fight in the style of small skirmishes: when a squad of Livonians or Tallinn Militia (the locals who have taken up arms) meets a squad of raiders or just a hostile gang of some sort, then they quickly engage in a fight. Whichever side flees first is the loser.
Because of their superior equipment and better training so far the Livonian Protective Allies and Recruits are slowly taking the majority of the land. Any land they take usually stays in their hands, as Recruits are constantly trained in Pärnu, before being sent to Tallinn to mostly act as guards and defenders.
In the one week of fighting 32 Livonian soldiers had died and a couple had been injured. Losses were still quite tame compared to the raiders, as they had killed at least a 100 of them.

Pärnu

Some Protective Allies stop the Russian trucks a little while before the town and ask their business. Quickly realizing they don't speak any of the Baltic languages, they manage to find one soldier who can speak at least some faulty Russian.

Riga

Linnakogu decided to send Riga 24 Protective Allies, under the argument that the Russians who turned up could become hostile, because they seem to have much better equipment than the Rigans.

Pärnu garrison decrease 651 - 260 = 391 Protective Allies
Pärnu Recruits (population) decrease 6342 - 172 = 6170
Riga (loyal) garrison increase 0 + 24 = 24 Protective Allies
Tallinn garrison increase 236 Protective Allies + 172 Recruits = 408

Lordvader59 Lordvader59
 
Tallinn

In the last week the Baltic Union built an military outpost outside Tallinn and have been both supplying their allies, the peaceful locals with weapons, but also fighting the raiders and gangs within themselves. While they had the manpower and weaponry to take the town by force it would bring in a lot of causalities and as such they currently fight in the style of small skirmishes: when a squad of Livonians or Tallinn Militia (the locals who have taken up arms) meets a squad of raiders or just a hostile gang of some sort, then they quickly engage in a fight. Whichever side flees first is the loser.
Because of their superior equipment and better training so far the Livonian Protective Allies and Recruits are slowly taking the majority of the land. Any land they take usually stays in their hands, as Recruits are constantly trained in Pärnu, before being sent to Tallinn to mostly act as guards and defenders.
In the one week of fighting 32 Livonian soldiers had died and a couple had been injured. Losses were still quite tame compared to the raiders, as they had killed at least a 100 of them.

Pärnu

Some Protective Allies stop the Russian trucks a little while before the town and ask their business. Quickly realizing they don't speak any of the Baltic languages, they manage to find one soldier who can speak at least some faulty Russian.

Riga

Linnakogu decided to send Riga 24 Protective Allies, under the argument that the Russians who turned up could become hostile, because they seem to have much better equipment than the Rigans.

Pärnu garrison decrease 651 - 260 = 391 Protective Allies
Pärnu Recruits (population) decrease 6342 - 172 = 6170
Riga (loyal) garrison increase 0 + 24 = 24 Protective Allies
Tallinn garrison increase 236 Protective Allies + 172 Recruits = 408

Lordvader59 Lordvader59
Not quite knowing yet that other civilizations had been contacted, the soldiers, assuming they were bandits, readied their weapons. But when the Baltic troops didnt start shooting, they sent a man and two armed escorts. The man spoke "Hello, from what nation do you hail."
 
Das Preußische Sowjetische Sozialistische Republik (The PSSR or Prussian SSR)

Königsburg (capital)
The last few days have involved the PSSR building a new Military Factory and a new Barracks as they plan to build a new Jahrhundert to complete the 3rd Brigade.As such a good 200 people have been allocated jobs as either Recruits or the people arming the recruits.
Kader=10 Soldiers Jahrhundert=10 squads Brigade= 5 Jahrhundert

Insterburg
A brigade was sent here to defend Insterburg from the increasing raider activity.In other news a young boy caught 5 guppies in a stream... Twas a slow news day

Tilsit
Using scavenged technology they sent a radio message to St petersburg,Stockholm and Pärnu to see if anyone was out there.Other than that meat stock has risen by 0.9% yeah slow news day

Heiligenbeil
The PSSR Settlement declaration hereby declares Heiligenbeil as a Prussian town as it has now been settled by 300 Prussian settlers accompanied by The newly formed Heiligenbeil City Defence Force (Heiligenbeil CDF) with 50 poorly armed settlers.

Message sent from Tilsit:
Grüße dies ist die preußische sowjetische Sozialistische Republik ist das eine vollkommene Nation, die kontaktiert wird? Wenn ja, bitte kontaktieren Sie die PSSR und informieren Sie uns über Sie. Die preußische SSR dankt Ihnen. (Translate it if you picked up the signal)
 
HMCS Pralin
13:02 Hours
High Paladin Xervia's Office
Chief Engineer McTavish

Sitting at the table across from the Colonel Scotty was more than a bit uncomfortable. He was still trying to get use to some of the changes since the group of survivors became the Commonwealth of Pralin. Like on how in military matters he reported to the Colonel rather than the Captain, or how the structure of the Marauder Corps was changing to differ from the old world militaries in order to seem more inviting to wastelanders.


“Weel th' refit ay th' new valkyries is gonnae nicely. infact some ay th' norwegians oan th' crew hae e'en come up wi' a new nam, th' nokkën.” The engineer reported to the Colonel who had her feet up on the desk between them. She was wearing a different outfit than she would've worn before the Commonwealth had been Colonel Instead of her old BDUs she now wore the wedge and shoulder cape of the Marauder Corps’ Both with full gold trim around them to indicate the rank of Colonel, the material of them was in turn black to indicate the company which she came from, Charlie Company.


“Nokkën? Where did that name come from exactly?”


“It was some sort ay water demon ur some sic' frae norse mythology. they saw it fittin' tae nam th' new kimmers in th' sam vain as th' valkryies ur some sic'”


“I see, what parts of the Seaking's ASW capabilities did you manage to transfer to the Nokkën, anyways?”


“Aw ay it 'en some. We managed tae transfer baith th' dippin' sonar, an' weapon racks. We also increased th' weapon rack's capacity an' gae it th' ability tae make water landings. Also in order tae deal wi' some ay th' smaller boats we've gotten secht ay we replaced th' 14.5 wi' a 40mm AGL. Aw in aw their mair durable an' hae bigger teeth, but fur boardin' they shoods be supplemented by th' regular valkyries.”


“Sounds like you’ve gone and made a bloody gunship, Scotty.”


“Tha’ I might of, but hopefully tae will be able tae help us protect our coastline. Will also be useful if we lose anyone at Sea.”


“That is also true. What about the other projects?”


“Ah, tae factory rig should be up and running in no time, a week at the outside. Less if we rush it. Though I don't really see a need to.”


“Excellent, also… Scotty, the council has been talking.” The Colonel said, her face looking like she was moving on to a tougher topic.


“Wae is it? Dun tell me something went wrong and yae want me to fix it. I ay a merical worker.”


“It not that… We want you to retire, from engineering. To be Frank you-”


“Nay listen ere, Lassy. I am still of sound mind an’ body. I dun need nae retirement!”


The Colonel stood up and ice water filled the engineer’s vains. He probably went too far this time. “You will listen, and you will listen to me good Chief McTavish. Is that understood?”


“Yes ma’am.”


“Good, now before you inturpted me I was saying. We want you to retire from engineering and move over to R&D full time. We’ll allow you to pick your staff and work on projects as you see fit. But you are going to leave the engineering to a younger man.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“Good. Find a replacement, work on selecting your team, and bring the report back to me. Dismissed!”


“Yes Ma’am.” The oldman got up from his seat, saluted, then turned and left the room.


Narvik
23:02 Hours
Bravo Company
Lieutenant Nastda

Lieutenant Harold Nastda loosely held his slug gun as he was riding in the back of the VTOL. With the recent escalation of mutant attacks and new information about a Prewar research complex hidden in Narvik Command had decided to send the entire Primary Force Regiment in order to reinforce the shrinking local Militia. Their mission was simple, deploy to Narvik, link up with the Militia, perform a force evaluation, locate the complex, raid it, then deal with the mutants.


“Sir, have you ever gotten nervous right before everything went south?” asked one of his men. A young private by the name of Munroe if he remembered correctly.


“It's probably preop jitters, you tend to get it every now and then.”


“With all due respect, Sir. I’ve had the jitters, this isn't it.”


“I have the same feeling. I didn't want to say anything about it, sir.” Sergeant Murdoch mentioned from beside him.


“Not you too, look it's just because they deployed the whole regi-” Nastda was cut off by the lights in the back of the VTOL suddenly dying and the Pilot’s voice coming through his headset.


“Multiple locks! Brace for impa- SON OF A BITCH!” Something slammed into the aircraft and exploded breaking off the Pilot’s warning. The VTOL suddenly started spinning when a second missile slammed into aircraft, this time into the troop compartment. The explosion tore a hole into side of the bird in front of the Commanding Officer where moments before the nervous Marine had been telling him about a bad feeling. He felt like his insides had been thrown into a washing machine and that he was seeing through a prism he was so dizzy. Then there was an ungodly screeeeeeee, and bang as everything caught up with him.


HMCS Pralin
23:08 Hours
Colonel Xervia’s Quarters
Colonel Xervia

There was a loud banging on her door, and the Commander of the Marauder Corps rolled over in her bed. It's the middle of the night whatever it is it can wait till morning. The banging continued, and she started to get a little annoyed but she continued ignored the idiot who thought it was worth it to wake her up for something most likely insignificant. There was another bang and then the voice of an orderly. “Ma’am you’re needed in ops, our men have been engaged by a hostile force!” “I'll read the damned after action report. In the morning. They don't need me to look over their fucking shoulder! Now let me get some sleep.” “You don't understand!” “Like hell I don't!” “It's a severed wing situation! Multiple birds down!” She shot bolt upright and swung her legs over the side of her bunk. “Damnit you could of told me that the first knock!” She shouted as she stumbled around in the dark looking for her clothing. “Move your ass! Wake the Captain! No scratch that get Echo and Foxtrot awake and on the flight deck first! Then the Captain!”


Narvik
23:19 Hours
Bravo Company
Liutenant Nastda

The man slowly awoke, his vision was blurry and the acrid smell of smoke hung heavy in the air. Sitting half upright in the VTOL (or what was left of it) he tried to blink away to redness in his vision. It took him a few moments to realize that redness was his own blood running down his face. Shots rang out nearby, and it gave him strength until he realized that the shots weren’t of a caliber the Marauder Corps used, more importantly it was too slow, and too regular- Dammit stop thinking that way. Alright quick check over. he looked down at his body and checked his gear. Two C-20 Magazines, one standard, one Phoenix Dust. Not that it did him much good as his slug gun was nowhere to be seen. Fumbling a little he moved his fingers over the other pouches, a magazine for the C-12, armor piercing he thought. Least I still have my sidearm… His grenades were gone, so was his knife, and helmet. Fuck I couldn't of lost all of that in the crash, one of our guys probably survived relatively unharmed. Did the once over, and probably assumed I was dead. Don't blame them. He heard another one of the shots, this time very close and he could see a hulking figure through the haze of pain, smoke, and rage. There was a flash from the hand of the figure and his fear were confirmed, it was executing people. Something in him made what later he might of realized was a dumb decision. He drew his sidearm and fired a couple of the oversized rounds at the figure. The figure then turned to his direction and started walking towards him almost causally.


The marine tried to back away, scurry even like a cornered animal whose flight response was going wild. But he was trapped, his leg pinned under debris from the VTOL. A giant metal hand reached out towards him and grabbed him by his shirt. Effortlessly it lifted him from the wreckage, severing his leg as it happened and brought him face to face with a metal demon. He realized logically that it was probably a person, but he had never seen impacted against the wall of a nearby building several meters away. What the fuck is this thing?! The crippled man thought, fighting for every inch of consciousness. He looked around for a weapon, any weapon as the Iron Juggernaut lumbered towards him. Then he spotted it, a C-12 laying only a meter from him. If something would distract the bastard I could get to it!


Suddenly his prayer was answered as someone came from seemingly out of nowhere armed with only a price of flaming timber and hit the demon on the back. The surprise distraction gave the injured Lieutenant enough time to crawl over to the discarded pistol. As he crawled towards the weapon, his Savior was backhanded by the enemy. Stretching out his arm he took the weapon into his hands and brought it to him. Propping himself up with one arm he took the armour piercing magazine and slid it into the pistol. Functioning the slide he watched as the round that had already been in the weapon popped out to be replaced with a new one from thesurvivors. Then leaning on his side he brought up the gun, trying his best to aim he fired off three shots at the enemy. He heard the twang of 14.5mm punching through metal and the enemy started to turn towards him. He fired off several more rounds and the figure seemed to just simply stop moving. It took the man, whose mind was fogged by pain to realize the only reason for the hulk not collapsing was that their armour was supporting them. The Lieutenant then finally slipped back into unconsciousness.


HMCS Pralin
23:23 Hours
Marauder Operations
Colonel Xervia

All of the techs, orderlies, and even the Colonel herself were staring agape at the scene unfolding on their monitors. It looked as if hell itself had lashed out against the men and women who wanted to take the Wasteland and make it a better place, and knocked them down back to the mere mortal levels they should never of left. Before their eyes dozens of Marines were fighting, and dieing against this new enemy in near futility. If it wasn't for their training and oversized ammunition they wouldn't have been able to make a dent, against the steel hides of the monsters who were lashing out against them.


“GET THEM SOME FUCKING AIRSUPPORT, NOW!” Screamed the Colonel at one of the techs who was in communication with the Aircraft that had just been scrambled. “Ma’am they’re on full afterburners, the support regiment is still twenty minutes out. Leviathan also doesn't want to risk her position with those SAMs still down there.”


The Colonel gave the tech who spoke up a stare that could have melted a glacier in the middle of a siberian winter. “Fuck what Leviathan wants! She’s a goddamned gunship, tell her to start firing!”


“Y-yes ma’am.” The now terrified tech went back to his headset and said something. “Leviathan acknowledges, Ma’am.” He looked like he wanted to melt into the floor plates of the room and escape from her wraith.


Narvik
23:24 Hours
Bravo Company
Sergeant Murdoch

The Sergeant got to her feet slowly. Looking at her foe she slowly realized the reason he wasn't moving was the 14.5mm armour piercing bullets that had ripped through his Armour. The hostile had hit her pretty hard. Stumbling over to where the Lieutenant was the Sergeant heard a whine and then an explosion. She hoped that it was friendly air support and not whoever they were fighting. “El Tee! You there?!” The woman yelled out to the liutenant as she stumbled over to his position. When she got there she saw that he wasn't moving, quickly she checked his pulse and found it. It was very weak but it was there. Hauling the man up over her shoulder she quickly chose a direction and went that way. After all in this hell it's not like it mattered to much.


Carrying her commanding officer the woman started for, well, somewhere. Who the hell are these bastards?! More importantly where the hell did this kind of gear come from?! It's like something from one of those old science fiction books from the Pralin’s library. She rounded a corner and there was an explosion from inside the building on her right. Once the smoke started clearing she could see one of the enemy thrown against the wall of the adjacent building. From inside of the source building came out a couple figures, upon seeing the Sergeant they quickly raised their weapons. “Don't shoot! Friendlies!” Their weapons remained up and one of them shouted a IFF check. “Maple!”


“Leaf!”


One of the immediately came up to her and took some of the weight of the lieutenant. The one who came up to her wore a marine uniform with the marks of Alpha company. Meanwhile the other two weren't Marines, one of them wore leather armour and was carrying a C-20, he was probably one of the local Militia. Meanwhile the other one wore the flight suit of one of the Pralin’s aviators, with a ballistic vest quickly thrown over it, and she wielded an C12g PDWS. The aviator spoke up. “I'm Captain Rawley, who the hell are you?!”


“Sergeant Murdoch Bravo Company, this is Lieutenant Nastda our CO!”


“Dammit no time for chit chat, I managed to splash my bird without taking a SAM bit! The comms were so fucked up I decided to disembark and see if I could find survivors! Follow us!” The woman dropped back into the building they had just come out of and the Sergeant followed her.


HMCS Pralin
23:33 Hours
Marauder Operations
Colonel Xervia

“Three, no four KIA.” Came the voice through the speakers bear the main monitor in marine ops. Currently feed from Leviathan was playing out on the screen.“Good kill, good kill.” Replied one of the techs, from his position. Obviously he was in charge of coordinating Leviathan with the other friendly units in the area, but the Colonel already new that didnt she? Looking around the room the atmosphere was now of silent rage now rather than the open shock it had been only minutes before. Amazing how quickly these things play out, effective. Just wish we were on the dealing side.


“What’s the Air Calvary’s ETA?” She asked to no one in particular.


“Approximately another ten minutes ma’am.”


“What the hell is going on here?!” Came an angry voice from the entrance of the ops room. Turning her head the Colonel realized it was Captain Hunt. “Like really? I'm sleeping and then I have nearly fifty Marines storm past my quarters in full combat gear and hear the sound of aircraft spooling up!” He continued.


“Severed WNarvikCame the two word reply from the Colonel, and suddenly the Captain turned pale.


“What can I do?!” He asked incredulously.


“I thought the orderly who woke me up woke you up.”


“No they didn't.”


“Get the Naval crew to battle stations, full AA and point defence. We’re not sure if they won't hit here.”


“If that's the case why did I just see two Valkyries lift off full of Marines?”


“Honestly, given what we’ve seen I doubt they’ll board. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if they sent a cruise missile this way.”


“Got it…”


“Ma’am FLIR is picking up a group of survivors moving towards one of the downed birds, there’s about half a do-” State one of the ttechs before he was cut off.


“Tell Leviathan to focus support to them! We don't need them to be waisting support on maybes!”


“Roge, Leviathan acknowledges.”


Narvik
23:41 Hours
Bravo Company
Sergeant Murdoch

The group finally managed to make it to the VTOL. Over the past couple minutes they had been able to make better progress as support shifted closer to their position. Even though she appreciated it the Sergeant wasn't too fond of what that probably meant for the prospect of there being other survivors. The Pilot broke off and quickly made a b-line for the cockpit as the two Marines dragged the Lieutenant into the back. Over the course of their quest to get to the VTOL they had picked up two more members of the Local Militia and a Delta Company Sergeant by the name of Lyons. Once the Lieutenant was set down Murdoch made her way to the door gun and started scanning the area for hostiles.


“This is one of the new pattern VTOLs right? The Nokkën?” She called out to the cockpit.


“Damn straight!” Came back the reply from Foe Hammer. The engines started to spool up and one of them faltered. “Son of a bitch, any one have a clue what’s fucked up back there?!”


The Sergeant looked around at the other survivors , and they shook their heads. Until her eyes came to the private from Alpha company. “My Pa was an engineer… He wanted me to follow in his footsteps, I might be able to figure something out.” The man quickly started work on getting them into the air.


As she looked back out to the carnage surrounding the VTOL she saw something move in the rubble. As her eyes adjusted she realized it more hostiles approaching. “Contact!”


She opened fire at the nearest one and they in turn returned fire. “God damnit! These are armour piercing, right?” “Should be!”


As she fired she could see that she was having some effect on the approaching enemies. As she fired she could hear the machine gun behind her opening up as well.


“Dammit how much longer?!”


“I think I might got it! Dammit nope, fuck a couple minutes!”


“We don't have a couple of minutes!”


As she put down one hostile two more would get closer. “Dammit doesn't this have anything tougher?!” The Sergeant cried out to the Pilot. “She had a nose gun but it got fucked in the crash!” The pilot responded. “Try to get ahold of Leviathan on the radio! We need a strike!” “I'll try to!”


While she was distracted with the pilot the hostiles managed to get even closer, now a couple of them were pushing forward ruined vehicles as mobile cover while firing. She fired on the one of the vehicles hoping there was fuel or something inside of it that might ignite. It was useless so she returned her fire to the Metal monsters. Suddenly there was a screech and ordinance from above received some of the pressure.


“Leviathan says that’s her last load, she’s returning to base! We can expect air Cavalry within a couple minutes! Hold on!” The pilot reported from her position in the cockpit. The Sergeant shook her head, she was feeling dizzy. It probably wasn't a good sign. She fired yet more rounds the waves of enemies seemed endless. Where the hell do these bastards keep coming from?![/b]


Suddenly the engines of the VTOL flared to life. “Dammit finally!” The pilot shouted from the cockpit. “I'm lifting off. Hold on!” As the VTOL started to move the Sergeant spotted something at the edge of the clearing. Two Marines who seemed to be dragging something behind them. “Wait up!” Murdoch quickly called out when she realized there were more friendly in the field. “Two more friendlies!” Yet again the Sergeant brought her gun to bare this time in order to cover the Marines who were progressing towards her. It took them a while to drag the package to the VTOL once they got closer the Sergeant realized that the package was a fallen enemy. She put down yet another enemy when one of them managed to hit one of the new Marines.


When she saw this she went into a reflex reaction and ran towards the friend who was still standing in order to assist him. “Dammit what the hell were you thinking!” She cried out at the man when she arrived to his position. “They are kicking the shit out of us, figured we might want to grab one of the suits!” The man replied. She took ahold of one of the hand bars on the chest of the suit and started dragging with the Marine. The battle field was covered in shell casings and metal enemies locked standing up despite the fact that they were dead. They made it to the VTOL and lifted the package into the VTOL. She felt a hot pain in her back and realized she had been shot. Someone dragged her into the aircraft and it took off.


Narvik Lost

Causalities:

Marines KIA/MIA: 57

UH-82 Valkyries Lost: 3

Damaged Armour Recovered
 
The Austrian Claim

After four months of planning with General Guderian Heizenburg and Chief of the Army Richtofen, the 1st, 2nd and 4th regiment are assigned to march on to the nearby cities and towns west, east, and south of their territories. So far small groups of survivors are found and told to report to the city of Vienna to register themselves as new civilians of "Nationalistic Austria". The regiments start to scavenge and secure the nearby territories reaching to Sopron, Bratislava ,and Steyr. However recent reports of movement east of the city of Bratislava are being sighted with men on horseback and possible armed. The first regiment in the city of Steyr begin to settle down after a weeks long march.


STEYR
Hundreds of soldiers are seen working vigilantly to set up a perimeter around the city and making camp. Lieutenant Gunther Rommel of the 1st Storm battalion, walks to a nearby three story brick building. All the windows were shattered, and a large gaping hole near the front of the roof was seen, barely exposing what appeared to be metallic objects hanging inside the building. His curiosity was filling his mind and so he quickly entered the building to find all sorts of "things". Inside it would seem that he had entered a sort of metal shop or something. But after closer inspection he realized this building was a history museum showing all the products and designs made by the Steyr company. Cars were the major attractions, eventually as he explores the building he enters a larger room with military equipment displays. Some were small field artillery, small arms, and even older weapons going as far as the 15th century. What caught his eyes were the small arms displays in the ww2 section. The guns were a mixture of German, American, and even British weapons displayed along a vast and wide wall behind a glass shield. The weapons inside seemed to still be in perfect shapes, the bullets inside obviously seemed to be made of a rubber substance or something. His eye's however were locked onto one of the guns named "MG-42". He started to read the display description, but some of it was unreadable do to the decay. However he understood overall that the gun had struck fear into its enemies, but was known to go through a lot of ammunition very quickly. He looked around to find something to break the glass. At first he tried to smash it with the butt of his gun but with no luck. He then decided that he needed more help. He quickly ran back to his battalion and returned with several troops.
Hans: Please remind me why we were dragged in here herr leutenant?

Gunther: I've already explained to you that there are some weapons in here that our craftsmen can reverse engineer and hopefully
make the same replica's. With these weapons we can slowly start producing more of them and conquer the Balkan states.


Ferdinand: Well I've been hoping for a new gun, these damn rifles keep fucking jamming every time I shoot my fourth bullet.

Hans: Are you sure its not just you being lazy and not cleaning your gun like you should?

*Both Hans and Gunther chuckle while Ferdinand gives them a hateful look*

The three of them eventually reach the protective glass showcase on the wall and curiously look at any details that may help them open it.

Hans: I suppose a key is out of the question?

Gunther: Jah....Blunt weapons won't work either, this damn glass is to thick.

Hans: Maybe we can try asking the engineering korp and see if they can spare a stick of dynamite?

Gunther: Negative, the explosives are to expensive and these weapons might get-

Gunther is cut off when Ferdinand is heard yelling like a maniac and is seen charging at the glass casing while carrying a large cannonball and tossing it with a twirl to give momentum at the window. A loud shattering sound is heard and the glass casing suddenly collapses from the wall along with the weapons. Both Hans and Gunther are shocked.

Gunther: ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF! YOU'VE DAMAGED THE WEAPONS!

Ferdinand: Oh please I'm sure your precious MG is intact, besides I aimed that cannonball on the far left near the British weapons. You know my great great great great grandfather fought them in the great war.

Hans shakes his head in disappointment, while Gunther furiously walks towards the German weapons section in search of the weapons. He manages to collect the MG-42, the Mp40, and the Kar98 rifle.

Gunther: Alright we got the weapons, lets get these weapons transferred to Vienna.

Ferdinand: What about those artillery pieces? Should we grab those too?

Gunther: Nein, our workers are not skilled in making anything like those guns. But we should be able to find some blueprints around here, there's bound to be a storage room with the details somewhere. Actually you two go ahead and see if you can locate it, I'll return to HQ and hand these over.

Hans & Ferdinand: Jawohl!

Overall summary:
A military/vehicle museum is found containing weapons dating from ww2, luckily these weapons were not exposed to any chemicals and were either produced in the late 90's or kept really clean. Austria's ambition to expand is set in motion as they expand and settle in Sopron, Bratislava, and steyr. Around 432 people were found and settled as citizens of the new Nation of Austria. Reports of mysterious riders with weapons are sighted near the Hungarian Border line.



 
The countryside was filled with soldiers in blue uniforms dragged large barrels off carts, towards large holes in the ground. It wouldn't be long now till they were done now. Turning his head, the Colonel of the 1st Regiment caught sight of the approaching horsemen, the beast foaming at the mouth from the speed and distance it had just traveled. The rider looked nearly as ragged, and he panted for breath as he saluted the Colonel.

"Sir, the enemy army has crossed the line." The Colonel nodded, turning to a horsemen waiting on the hill next to him. "Send word to the 4th Cavalry Company, they enemy has passed the staging line. They have the green light to proceed with their task." The man nodded, quickly bringing his horse around and riding down the hill towards the nearby camp. A few minutes later, one hundred Macedonian cavalry rode out of the camp, riding into the distance, and disappearing from view. The Colonel hoped they would be successful in their task, if they weren't, the defense of Athens would become that much harder.

A second approaching rider had the Colonel turning to the other side, quickly nodding as the man saluted. "Colonel, the 2nd Regiment reports construction of the barricades and palisades are complete. And the 3rd Regiment reports that all nearby civilians have been evacuated from the area. As well, all artillery posts report they are in position and ready." The Colonel nodded to the rider, who quickly wheeled about and rode back off.

Turning to his men, he quickly shouted orders, urging them to work faster. When they were finally finished, he had them muster back at the camp, and began to deploy the soldiers as ordered.
 

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