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July 9, 2022. Morning.
The Citadel, Solitas.

Roxas sat in the Imperial Throne with an ornate silver and gemstone crown on his head. In front of him was a television camera and crew, ready to broadcast his message across the nation. There was no need for a teleprompter or cue cards, for him declaring war was easy. The cameraman counted down from 3 and the broadcast began.

"Good morning, my brothers and sisters among the Fence. I'm sorry to interrupt whatever you were watching, but i have solemn news. Two days ago Three Stahl Industries cargo ships were highjacked by a group of Svipish revolutionaries and were used to attack the city of Haithabu. The city, as well as the Stahl Industries facility there, fell into enemy hands. The leader of these rebels, Lukas Grankjellsson, forced hundreds of innocent Stigyan men, women, and children into the Church of the Fence in Haithabu...and set it on fire. Any remaining Stigyans in the city were enslaved at Stahl Industries and forced to produce our own weapons to use against us. On top of all of this, last night Lukas broadcast a message demanding we stay out of it, and return Princess Rognhildr to Svipjoth. He has the audacity to make demands after the cries he committed against our people. For that insult alone, he dies. WARPP militaries are already mobilizing to wipe these animals from the face of the earth and a 30 million łien bounty has been placed on Grankjellson. kill, not capture. In the coming days I ask all of you to stay vigilant for infiltration or attack. Our borders are being reinforced as we speak and we will bring the wrath of Ryder down on the enemy. Today is a dark day for the Triumvirate, But if we must have them, let them be now so that in the future our children may know peace. And remember, we are all one among the Fence."

_-_-_-_-_-

Cypress and Rognhildr looked out of a window overseeing the citadel main entrance. Soldiers were raising an additional flag underneath the Triumvirate flag. The flag of wartime Svipjoth. Rognhildr clutched Cypress' hand tightly in hers as across the city Triumvirate Airships began to ascend into the sky from the Legion headquarters.

_-_-_-_-_-

The Röd Skräck, Hridvedr Sea, 15km off the coast of Svipjoth

Rasmus Tryggsson, the Pirate King of Garthariki Stood the deck of his ship, the Röd Skräck (Red terror). His man in his early 30's had red hair and beard that blew in the cold wind under his red and black bowler hat. He was dressed as befit his station, in the finest and warmest Svipish wools and donning a white coat and a cane made of Cherry wood and gold. He watched with excitement as a Stigyan Vtol flew above. Four parachutes appeared in the sky as KMSN descended onto the ships deck. "My friends! It's been so long." He called out as the team landed. "What brings you back after all these years away?"

July 9th 2022. Evening
Haithabu, Svipjoth

Ariah's shuttle screamed across the sky. "Your Majesty, we are coming upon Haithabu," said the pilot, broadcasting a map of Haithabu throughout the cabin. "Very well. Disable all weapons. I want to said a message to the rebs," announced Ariah. "It shall be done." The pilot pressed a couple of buttons. The co-pilot took over communications. "What do you wish to broadcast to the Svips, your Majesty?", inquired the co-pilot. "Say the following: 'Hello, Lucas. A nice place you got here. Now, listen. I disabled my shuttle's weapons because I want to talk. Open up the landing pad and then the diplomacy can kick in. I'll enjoy talking with you, Ariah II, Empress of Joslisonoria.'" "Sent, Your Majesty." Alright, idle around until they respond, slow down. We just have to wait."

The sergeant speaks up “Even thought that Type of magic demands considerable magic power, we can for sure broadcast the so speech you want to do, all you need to do is say when to do the transmission after we start the preparations that shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes, we also are very thankful of your eternal mercy  you have given us” he then turns to the other wizards an nods.

They start the preparations, all the 5(OOC: can’t remember how many were so im gonna say it’s 5)
Raise their wands to the sky and start whispering”Transmittere nuntium” finally the sergeant takes a philosopher’s stone and puts it on the ground in the middle of a circle.

the stone starts rotating at ridiculous speeds causing a light breeze, the stone then shines with a red light and after 4 minutes stops rotating and emitting light and floats 1 meter of the ground.

The sergeant then looks at Lucas and says “it’s ready, when you are ready”

"I appreciate your cooperation. Your compromise will not go unforgotten."

Lukas gets up and stands in front of the levitating philosopher's stone, straightening his collar before signaling the sergeant to begin.

Across every capital's main pavilion and in the war room of every sovereign nation's governmental building, a life sized projection of a man appeared. He was ethereal in form, made up of tens of thousands of tiny glowing magical wisps. From what detail can be deciphered, he was wearing a military uniform with a low mohawk and a fully fledged van dyke beard. He paused for a moment, anticipating the initial shock and following attention from all who saw his appearance until he began to speak,

"Greetings. My name is Lukas Grankjellsson, son of Grankjell Arngrimsson who was the brother of the current Fylkir of Svipjoth, Pjotur Arngrimsson. I would like to thank the emissaries from Holy Spire for assisting me in the broadcasting of this speech.

Many years ago, when Pjotur began to desecrate our culture and way of life via technological corruption and foreign influence on the everyday Svip, my father took a stand. He fought against my dictatorial uncle for many years, over twenty to be precise, until his valiant death in battle. Pjotur says that he has forgiven those that fought on my father's side and is absolved with the past. However, your injustices leaves your business with the past unfinished. In secrecy, I was raised to finish what my father started, and I intend to bring Svipjoth's long overdue freedoms and liberty to fruition.

Our revolution has begun in Haithabu and will spread all across Svipjoth. My father's death will be avenged by my hand, and in his honor and that of Hvitakristr, I will ascend to the throne and lead Svipjoth back to righteousness.

News has already broken out about our retaking of Haithabu, and while the concern of our nation is appreciated, it is misplaced. Worry not about those who bring necessary change, but those that are in power and corrupting both the legacy and the future of Svipjoth. To those that wish to fight alongside the tyrants, we will crush you with the same strength and agility as the ruling class. Do not involve yourself, this is not your fight. To The Stigyan Triumvirate, I ask that you not only stay out of what is a rightful transfer of power in our nation, but to return Rognhildr, for she is collateral damage and does not deserve to be exposed to any other culture except the one she was born in.

And finally, to you, uncle. Make your amends swiftly, your doom is near."

Narex Council War Room, Ursus Majoro, The Ursian Empire

Alex replayed the video over and over again as Georgios went to stop him as Malrev, Garrus, Varel looked at the High Councilor with usual stoicism. Nearly decades, they've been used to the Windwalker's antics in the war room. After all, they were a family of the most detailed and specific sort, they would most certainly find clues in a video lasting a nanosecond, much easier for a long speech like this. However, this time, Alex really could not discern anything, no shadows to locate the time zone, nor any environmental clues like animal sounds or waves. Alex sighed as Georgios finally put away the recorded video from the war room. "So nothing?" Garrus asked. Alex shook his head as he put his hand on his forehead. "Well there must be something we can do, the Triumvirate and the rest of WARPP are moving their forces. It would be weird for us not to," Varel proposed as he took another sip of his tea. Malrev raised his hand in opposition.

"We're not in the position to do so, we're too busy rebuilding our and the other planet. And as much as it is a good thing to fight, the Ursian people are not exactly pleased to fight for a monarchy," Malrev countered as Varel nodded in agreement. "First, loose ends. Yesterday before this speech, Roxas Amory gave me a message of missing Triumvirate supplies to Svipoth, we need to take care of that," Alex mentioned. Georgios spoke up. "This was by sea yes? I'm sure Orca and Leviathan would have a pleasant espionage experience here Malrev?" he looked at the older man. Malrev nodded, "they were just given their spying training, I wish to see what they're capable of in that area." "Since that is taken care of, the other loose end. Other Svipish royalty," Alex said. "Royalty?" Varel asked. "Of course Varel. Remember 3rd Grade History? The monarchies of Daguo and the other colonizers were as brutal in their claims to thrones against their relatives as much as they were to the Ursian people. Whether it be the innocent young or the wisest eldest among them, they're at risk due to their existence alone," Garrus explained.

"I can send FA3 to protect the Rognhildr in the Citadel. I'm sure Barnos will be fine going to the Citadel alone from school, and probably a little bit pleased he can do some experiments privately," Alex muttered. The other 4 chuckled, they remember little Barnos causing a fuss in the capital after igniting a UCVP in the Ursian Codex. "That leaves the other 4. And as I've mentioned, we're not in the position nor are our people willing to fight for some succession crisis," Malrev mentioned again, stirring his coffee waiting for the other 4. They then heard an opening of the door behind them as a woman in a blue cloak approached the meeting. Typically this woman wouldn't be wearing such humble clothing, but given her status, she would probably would want to keep things private and not draw attention. "All this talk about saving a monarchy in some faraway icy hellscape and you don't even ask the last monarch of Holy Bear?" Empress Celeste Cerasus bellowed as she slammed both her hands on the table. "Hello Celeste," Garrus said grumpily. The Empress sighed. 

"Look, it's not like we disregarded Ostpunkt's military okay? You rejected our plans for invasion via the East a year ago...." Alex was cut off. "Because, as we said, invasion by the East is too difficult. The only military capable of traversing the Orvos Jungle with ease is mine or yours. Now that the Violet rebellion is done, Ostpunkt can finally aid in foreign matters," Celeste replied. Alex lifted his finder, thought about it, sighed and let it down. "Still, your region is done with repairs?," Georgios asked. "Very much so, after all we did not get bombed as much as the rest of the country. That's why my navy was the one to defend our borders for months. So please, even if it's just a small company, let Ostpunkt show the world that Ursia will always help their WARPP allies," Celeste shouted passionately. The 5 men could agree, she was quite the charismatic leader suited for Ostpunkt. "Fair enough, a small company to aid WARPP forces. We will allow more once we garner more support from the people," Garrus answered. With the meeting concluded, the 6 went their own way.

"Georgios, give the recording to my sister. It reeks of magic," Alex whispered. "What type?" Georgios asked. "I'm not sure, but she has the sensors to scan it. Whoever is supporting Lukas are not just Stigyan traitors. Magical people. We find them, we can get some answers," he answered. Georgios nodded and took the drive.

The Sergeant picks up the stone and turns to lukas while bowing his head "What an amazing speech good sir, now, with your permission i would like to return to my wife and kids in solium deae,i will also gift this stone to you, it has enough magic to function for 1 year, it can function as fuel, or as an a protection charm" he then raises the stone towards lukas " here you may have it"

Haithabu, Svipjoth:
Lukas smiled, relaxing from his erect posture after his speech concluded. With the philosopher's stone slowly deactivating and lowering back towards the floor, Lukas spoke to the sergeant,

"Once again, thank you for your cooperation. I will accept this kind gift, and once more, thank you. You there, gather together a small band and escort our guests out of Svipjoth safely."

As the entourage began to leave, Lukas took the philosopher's stone into his hands and gazed longingly into it. Shortly after the departure of the Holy Spireans, he himself exited the office to head to the Stahl Industries work area to have his researchers figure out the best usage of this device.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The following days, Lukas convened with his generals in proceeding forward; as he controlled Danmark and all of its resources and manpower directly, extremist Birkebeinar from across Svipjoth flooded into Haithabu to join the rebellion, including many Svipish soldiers who brought classified documents to Lukas in order to disenfranchise the Fylkiran Armed Forces. All of this pleased the ambitious son of Grankjell, but this would not be enough. From east to west, Svipjoth must be taken, and Uppsala must fall into his grip. 

The morning of his rapid invasion, much had been brought to him from his generals concerning foreign intelligence.

The first general brought him a report of large Kiddian forces gathering at the southern border:

When the fronts reach the Svipish border, the eastern front has grown to 23,500 troops, and the western front had grown to 30,000

"A front along Kaupang? How precious," Lukas responded, sarcasm seeping through his words, "It is of no concern, for our plan initially declared that much of our manpower would go south as opposed to north, towards Finnbygdir first then back towards Garthariki. They underestimate both Stigyan technology and Svipish morale."

The second general brought him a recording from a Stigyan broadcast of Emperor Roxas' speech:

"Good morning, my brothers and sisters among the Fence. I'm sorry to interrupt whatever you were watching, but i have solemn news. Two days ago Three Stahl Industries cargo ships were highjacked by a group of Svipish revolutionaries and were used to attack the city of Haithabu. The city, as well as the Stahl Industries facility there, fell into enemy hands. The leader of these rebels, Lukas Grankjellsson, forced hundreds of innocent Stigyan men, women, and children into the Church of the Fence in Haithabu...and set it on fire. Any remaining Stigyans in the city were enslaved at Stahl Industries and forced to produce our own weapons to use against us. On top of all of this, last night Lukas broadcast a message demanding we stay out of it, and return Princess Rognhildr to Svipjoth. He has the audacity to make demands after the cries he committed against our people. For that insult alone, he dies. WARPP militaries are already mobilizing to wipe these animals from the face of the earth and a 30 million łien bounty has been placed on Grankjellson. kill, not capture. In the coming days I ask all of you to stay vigilant for infiltration or attack. Our borders are being reinforced as we speak and we will bring the wrath of Ryder down on the enemy. Today is a dark day for the Triumvirate, But if we must have them, let them be now so that in the future our children may know peace. And remember, we are all one among the Fence."

At the declaration of his bounty, Lukas burst into passionate laughter, eventually able to calm himself down by the end of the broadcast.

"Bold of the Emperor to assume he can have my head, concerning my network," the generals around him chuckled as Lukas continued, "Speaking of our Stigyan friends, I'll need one of you to contact him. We're going to get Rognhildr, voluntarily or not."

The third general brought news of a foreign contact from Joslisonoria:

'Hello, Lucas. A nice place you got here. Now, listen. I disabled my shuttle's weapons because I want to talk. Open up the landing pad and then the diplomacy can kick in. I'll enjoy talking with you, Ariah II, Empress of Joslisonoria.'

Lukas sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning back into his suede-cushioned office chair.

"We already had to deal with the Holy Spireans, I don't want to deal with yet another delegacy. I almost commend their stupidity for bringing their Empress into my lands, but I have better things to do than deal with her. Relay them and tell them that I'm not interested in talking and that they need to leave, elsewise their shuttle will become ours."

These three generals nodded and exited the office, while a fourth approached Lukas,

"Shall we proceed with our invasion?"

"We shall."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Hvithaar Hall, Uppsala, Svipjoth:
Fylkir Pjotur sat miserly in his war room, his eyes bloodshot and exhausted beyond all measure, having not slept since Haithabu was captured.

These crushing feelings that he felt once before: the betrayal of family, the fight against his heartfelt efforts to modernize his nation, the abandonment of many who he thought were loyal... they returned for a second time. It wasn't any easier to digest. In fact, it was far harder on the poor man, for he did not have the passionate optimism of his youth to support him this time.

Part of him sought this optimism once more, but he knew of the rebels' possession of Stigyan technology, something he know that neither the quantity or quality of his military could easily overcome. He knew all of the allies he had that would support him, but he could not help but feel this emerging nihilism.

He sat alone, staring endlessly at his notes after instructing his top generals to focus on defense, utilizing the Issknui mountains as a chokehold for rebels attempting to cross into the Nidarossi Steppes.

"Hvitakristr, save my nation..."

Hvithaar Hall, Uppsala, Svipjoth:
Fylkir Pjotur sat miserly in his war room, his eyes bloodshot and exhausted beyond all measure, having not slept since Haithabu was captured.

These crushing feelings that he felt once before: the betrayal of family, the fight against his heartfelt efforts to modernize his nation, the abandonment of many who he thought were loyal... they returned for a second time. It wasn't any easier to digest. In fact, it was far harder on the poor man, for he did not have the passionate optimism of his youth to support him this time.

Part of him sought this optimism once more, but he knew of the rebels' possession of Stigyan technology, something he know that neither the quantity or quality of his military could easily overcome. He knew all of the allies he had that would support him, but he could not help but feel this emerging nihilism.

He sat alone, staring endlessly at his notes after instructing his top generals to focus on defense, utilizing the Issknui mountains as a chokehold for rebels attempting to cross into the Nidarossi Steppes.

"Hvitakristr, save my nation..."

After being escorted out of svipjoth safely, the envoys return to svipjoth, this time to meet pjotur, they travel in secret throught the land and arrive at the capital. 

Arriving in the capital, the envoys request to speek with Pjotur, saying that they bring a gift.

TGN. Svensk 50 Kilometers Away From Svipjoth
5 Bombers, 22,500 Billion Gullin’s, 250 Death Spitters, 10 Drones, 10 fighter jets, and 1 stealth bomber await their departure into the rebel controlled cities of Svipjoth. Menendez smokes a cigar, reading about the change happening at home. One of the fighters sends a message to Stigyan air command. “Attention Stigyan air command, over 20 Northern Greenlandic aircraft headed to Danmark for Operation Rosebud relay message to Svipish air control. Next transmission will be us responding to the rebels, don’t be alarmed, over.” He switches to Stahl industries in Svipjoth and calls Menendez. “This is Northern Greenlandic air defense, we are sympathetic to your cause and will be sending supply drops over all your marked territories, over.” He blows smoke. “That will stop us getting shot down.” He orders everything to go in the air, a priest moves in front of the Death Spitters. “Conceived and born was one of light. Rain and dark, the other born black night!” The death bats awake and move with the drones, all of the planes then lift off and move towards Danmark.

OOC: sorry if it’s bad, tired

Two Naragian spys Move in to both sides to offer weapons And The Mechwarrior MK1. The sneak there way through the Conflict utilizing the Natural Agility and light Footedness of their race. As the make there way they watch each side. 

"Heres The weapons your boss Ordered. And a Gift. Thirty Mechwarrior Mk1. if you wish to buy more Feel free To Give us a call. The Narag Black market is always open."

They would wait for the papers to be signed.

July 9, 2022. Evening.
Isskuni Mountains, Svipjoth.

STRM Captain Donovan Chalmers and his expeditionary force was dropped into the mountain range by parachute earlier in the day to assist the Svipish defenses in the mountain ranges to help delay the rebel advance. The lead Svipish general was currently watching in confusion as Stigyan soldiers placed explosives in the mountainsides above the valley before them. He approached Cpt. Chalmers to find out his plan.

"Captain, While I know your soldiers do not take orders from us, I would like to know why in the Hel your people aren't placing defenses in the valley? That is where the enemy will be."

The captain offered the General a cigar. "Because your nation is somehow colder than mine, and even in the summer you have plenty of snow. Why put our people in the valley when we can bring nature down on our foe?" He lit the cigars and inhaled deep as the General realized the insane plan.

"You are intentionally causing an avalanche?!"

"Indeed. Your people are used to the cold, I'm not expecting to stop them all. However if we can bury their tanks and heavy land vehicles we will slow them down greatly." Chalmers explained as the teams in the mountains finished.

"You realize the odds of our survival right?" The General asked.

"The Svipish people are like family to our own. I am ready to die for both of our nations. Are you?" Chalmers asked calmly as machine gun nests and mortar positions were assembled. Chalmers enjoyed his cigar as he watched the sun set behind the mountains. If these rebels wanted to pass through these mountains. They would have to go through every last one of his elite men.

_-_-_-_-_-

The Röd Skräck, Port of Upssala.

Koza stood on the deck of the pirate warship with Rasmus as the Svipish capitol came into view. "So, it seems like the last few years have treated you well." Koza commented to his old friend.

"Thanks to you." Rasmus admitted. "My survival was considered a miracle, and with all the ones we stole from the Lögnarklubben I was able to go from lowly first mate to a pirate king with eleven vessels under my command. I will never be able to repay you for what your team did for me, but the least I can do is help save these innocents. It will be fun to kill alongside you and your psychotic little Häxa again."

Koza chuckled at the knowledge of Chase's magical abilities. "And I'm sure we'll get the chance. I'll go wake the others, we're almost there."

Representatives from a unknown corporation in Dashiki City are sent with the objective to find and negotiate their wares with Lukas. They are scattered all over the city, hoping one of them talks to someone who's in a commanding position of the rebellion or better yet, Lukas himself.

OOC: sorry for the short introduction, I've been stressing it for a while and I just wanted to get it over with d:

also, sorry I'm a bit late

Danmark, Svipish Rebellion Territory
As the bombers reach Stahl Industries, they prepare to drop the crates of Gullin’s on the city. They all sweat, knowing very well if they messed up they would be blown to ashes. A pilot swallows his fear and gulps. “B-bombs away!” He screams. The rest follow suit. Millions of Gullin’s slowly fall to the ground, they all sigh and thank everything they didn’t get hit.

OOC: waiting for Svip to either shoot or just let me pass  

"Your Excellency! The Kiddian forces have been dispelled from our Southern Border!" A command messenger announces, stumbling into the war room abruptly. As they then leaned against the war with an exhausted and near nauseated expression, one of Lukas' top generals stares down his superior with a inquisitive look.

"What a pleasant surprise! Messenger boy, take a good rest, you've deserved it. As for us, general, reroute the army that was meant to engage Kiddia to take Melkorka. Queen Otkatla of Kaupang has yet to take sides, and while I am indeed losing my patience with her, avoid attacking any civilians or armed forces from her kingdom. Unite the two armies that were split for Melkorka and Helsing and have them invade Birka through Issknui."

"But sir, the Stigyans at-"

"Our insiders told us everything, general. There's no need to correct me," Lukas pauses, grumbling out of annoyance, before continuing,

"Issknui may offer height, but it does not offer clear visibility whatsoever. Ensure the fog is thick when we bomb their encampment with long-distance artillery. Once they are annihilated, split the armies 75 to 25, the former going to Birka and the latter assembling with the forces of Finnbygdir, and conquering Aldeigjuborg to assist Queen Skjalddis of Aldeigjuborg in her little Hircinaean problem. Further on Birka... we need to blockage the Western Rurik's Sea as soon as possible, so that we might weaken Uppsala before we even touch it. Are my commands understood, general?"

The meeting was suddenly interrupted by a messenger bringing surprising tidings,

Two Naragian spys Move in to both sides to offer weapons And The Mechwarrior MK1. The sneak there way through the Conflict utilizing the Natural Agility and light Footedness of their race. As the make there way they watch each side.

"Heres The weapons your boss Ordered. And a Gift. Thirty Mechwarrior Mk1. if you wish to buy more Feel free To Give us a call. The Narag Black market is always open."

They would wait for the papers to be signed.

Representatives from a unknown corporation in Dashiki City are sent with the objective to find and negotiate their wares with Lukas. They are scattered all over the city, hoping one of them talks to someone who's in a commanding position of the rebellion or better yet, Lukas himself.

Danmark, Svipish Rebellion Territory
As the bombers reach Stahl Industries, they prepare to drop the crates of Gullin’s on the city. They all sweat, knowing very well if they messed up they would be blown to ashes. A pilot swallows his fear and gulps. “B-bombs away!” He screams. The rest follow suit. Millions of Gullin’s slowly fall to the ground, they all sigh and thank everything they didn’t get hit.

"Naragians and Dashikians wishing to profit from our war? Intriguing, yet unsurprising. I would have their heads for stepping their foreigner feet in my nation. However, as much as I hate to admit, we need all of the technological advantages we can get. Tell them that their deals are accepted, but instruct them to get the hell out of my nation. I will only accept transporters of purchased equipment. Also assure them that at the end of my war, I will have nothing more to do with them."

"As for the Greenlandics... shoot them down. Give them no remorse and this 'money'... burn it. Along with their bodies."

The messenger nods silently and rushes out to relay his master's instructions.

Lukas continued, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, you're dismissed."

"Yes, your Excellency... recall for me, if you will improve my understanding, where do the kings and queens of the Fylkirate stand?"

Lukas was about to snap at the general, his face red and his knuckles white with rage at the general's ignorance, before suddenly pausing, taking a deep breath, and speaking with restrained calmness,

"Currently, King Gudlog of Finnbygdir stands with us as allies, as does King Palni of Danmark, his alliance for his life and position as King upon my coronation. While Queen Otkatla of Kaupang has responded to neither me or Pjotur, Queen Skjalddis of Garthariki is willing to join us, though she has oathed nothing. As our reports state, the Hircinaeans have taken notice of the civil war's unrest and launched their own little rebellion; they will obey no Svip, those dirty Ibathans. If we crush them, then Skjalddis will be obligated to join us. Otherwise, all of the kings and queens West of Issknui are unquestionably loyal to Pjotur. Now leave, you have an invasion to launch."

As the general turns around and marches out of the office, Lukas picks up the phone at his desk and calls 'his contact',

"We are invading now. Cut off their communications and make sure no one comes to save them."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

July 9, 2022. Evening.
Isskuni Mountains, Svipjoth.

STRM Captain Donovan Chalmers and his expeditionary force was dropped into the mountain range by parachute earlier in the day to assist the Svipish defenses in the mountain ranges to help delay the rebel advance. The lead Svipish general was currently watching in confusion as Stigyan soldiers placed explosives in the mountainsides above the valley before them. He approached Cpt. Chalmers to find out his plan.

"Captain, While I know your soldiers do not take orders from us, I would like to know why in the Hel your people aren't placing defenses in the valley? That is where the enemy will be."

The captain offered the General a cigar. "Because your nation is somehow colder than mine, and even in the summer you have plenty of snow. Why put our people in the valley when we can bring nature down on our foe?" He lit the cigars and inhaled deep as the General realized the insane plan.

"You are intentionally causing an avalanche?!"

"Indeed. Your people are used to the cold, I'm not expecting to stop them all. However if we can bury their tanks and heavy land vehicles we will slow them down greatly." Chalmers explained as the teams in the mountains finished.

"You realize the odds of our survival right?" The General asked.

"The Svipish people are like family to our own. I am ready to die for both of our nations. Are you?" Chalmers asked calmly as machine gun nests and mortar positions were assembled. Chalmers enjoyed his cigar as he watched the sun set behind the mountains. If these rebels wanted to pass through these mountains. They would have to go through every last one of his elite men.

The sun rose across the freezing Issknui, awakening the soldiers stationed there begrudgingly. As the infantrymen line up at the canteen for coffee, glaring against the insanely bright snow and the low visibility, alarms across the camp start to blare. The Svipish captain runs towards the edge of their camp, trying desperately to look past the dense mountain fog when all of the sudden, missiles begin to carpet bomb the camp.

Narag Imperial Palace.
Theo is reading the message they sent back to the NNE. He looks at fia who is looking at The Designs she made for A monster of a Airship.
"Fia. When will The Eternal MK 3 Be finished?"

Fia Smiles. Walking over and patting his head.

"About a month. They are installing The weapons now. I thought we were staying out of terrestrial Warfare?"

Theo drinks his Tea with a sigh. He opens a letter from the Radiant King.

"Our Friend Told me He organized it So Earth would be Considered a Narag Colony world. Which means we can not abandon it like we planned to. Contact The Nightwraith's. Tell Them to deploy To The legitimate Government of Svipjoth and Assist them Also set off the Explosives we set on the Equipment We gave the rebels."

Fia Grins wickedly.

"They had the Balls to tell us. The Naragian People that we have no right to be there. Theo... Let us educate the Rebels on why we are superior. Bombs Going off in three, Two, One."


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Warehouse where the Narag Equipment Sent to the Rebels rests.

Workers inside would hear a ticking Then Fire. Explosions Blast The warehouse away sending Napalm To the surrounding areas. A Call Goes out to the Rebel General.
"You Dared To insult us by saying we have no right To be in your nation when This World... When your people were hunter gathers Belonged To my Ancestors. We are a far more terrifying enemy then you can ever realize Boy."

The Call ends and now There is a massive fire spreading through the area.

Pearlsee City Palace, Joslisonoria. 
7/19/22
Ariah II sat in her Palace Office, preparing for what she had been leading up to these past few weeks. She heard the door open. As she looked to see who it was, she discovered it was 2 of her youngest sons, Taren and Vasei. "Why are you two here?", asked their mother. They were both silent. Taren, the elder of the two, pulled out a pistol. Vasei also pulled a pistol out. "Goodbye, mother," said Vasei. Ariah jumped out of the way before Vasei could fire. Ariah pulled out her own gun. Ariah shot twice at Vasei, knocking the pistol out of his hands. She attempted the same with Taren, but it missed. Vasei pounced on Ariah, pulling a knife out. "I'll kill you, and then Taren and I will rule together!" A shot rang out. But it wasn't from Ariah or Vasei. It was from Taren, and it was aimed at Vasei. As Ariah got up, pushing Vasei's body off of her. "Correction, dear brother. I will rule alone, and kill anyone who defies me. That includes you, Mother." Ariah dropped her gun in shock. "May Polertia's revolution bring you down," cried Ariah, her voice breaking. Those were her last words.

July 10, 2022 - Morning.
Isskuni Mountains, Svipjoth.

For nearly an hour rebel artillery rained down on the Stigyan and Svipish forces. dozens were killed before Stigyan defenders were able to activate the hard light barriers over key points in the base. STRM Forces had already activated the thermal sensors in their helmets to counter the blinding visibility, they had a chance as long as the hard light generators could outlast the barrage…

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Uppsala, Svipjoth.

Team KMSN and Rasmus were being escorted through the halls of Hvithaar Palace towards Pjotur’s war room. Vision was fighting her radio. “Somethings wrong, I can’t get through with high command, there’s some sort of interference.”

“Be on your guard.” Creature ordered as they were Ushered into the war room.

Pjotur looked up from the table, his eyes tired and bloodshot. “Ah, Captain Radek!” He greeted as cheerfully as he could. “It’s been quite a while since we last met. Did Roxas send you to help?”

“In a way yes.” Creature answered. “The main Stigyan armies are gathering to help repel the rebels, but in the meantime we’re here to get your family out safely.”

“I cannot leave my nation undefended.” Pjotur insisted.

“We know, that’s why I said family. We’re here for Kolfinna, Hardaknut, Ignjaa, Aunstjerni, and Gudrun. I know you and Beinlaus will never leave, so Roxas ordered us to protect the line of succession. we need to-”

Before he could finish one of Pjoturs bodyguards rushed forwards  and pulled out a Stigyan SI-19 handgun, but was immediately shot in the face by Vision. Creature walked over and kicked the gun away from the body. “Lukas already has spies in the building. we need to hurry.”

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The Citadel, Solitas.

Rognhildr walked through the halls of the Citadel towards Cíelle’s quarters with Aries, the Svipish Bjornhound she gifted to Cypress the day of their betrothal. She approached the door and knocked.

“Come on in!” Cíelle yelled from the other side. Rognhildr entered and saw the room had several weapon blueprints and a few Stigyan and Ursian weapon prototypes laying around. The Triumvirate heiress herself quickly approached with a pistol in her hand and an Ursian Chrono-Staff on her back.

“What’s going on?” Rognhildr asked in concern at the sight of her armed future sister in-law.

“What’s going on is it’s time you learn to properly defend yourself.” Cíelle said, handing Rognhildr the pistol.

“Defend myself? Aren’t their guards for that? Besides Cypress has Aries guarding me.” She asked, holding the pistol carefully and petting the massive Bjornhound.

“Well in case they fail it’s good to be able to depend on yourself, now come on, lets go to the range and show you how to use it.

Northern Greenlandic Air Control, New Nuuk
Reports of the planes status were released. In a conference, Carry Pillow reads the report to Jorja Strulovitch. “All the planes and bombers were all shot down and crashed. None of the pilots have been responding, the stealth bombers are making their to Stigyan airspace , and all the drones and Death Spitters crashed into Stahl. Its currently unknown if the city was damaged, or if they even touched the ground. One thing is certain, the Svipish rebels gave us a martyr, soon we can begin mobilization.” Jorja thinks for a moment. “Once Menendez returns, start preparing the navy, this can not continue.”

OOC: I just wanted to make an conclusion to the plan