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In Jelling, 150,000 armoured troops arrive off of the transporting ships further away from the coast, flanked by 200 ‘Snow husky’ armoured vehicles. The troops form within hours and Gabriel Miller sits in his tent, meeting with the garrison leaders. He continues his conversation. “We’ve been told to meet with dashiki officers going north, now we’ve past ‘fashionably late’ so I recommend we hurry up.” He gets up, signalling the others to do the same and leave.

By nightfall the army is moving north weary of the svippish landscape around them before. The snow huskies lead and some scout ahead to check the landscape. Gabriel carries his rifle wearily at hand as they start reaching the hostile border.

(O.O.C) very slightly late to the party eh?

As they approach the now ruined fort with the Iron Sky above, a deafening horn is played as disorienting spotlights are shined on the Heartlanders. A booming voice plays from the zeppelin. "Took you long enough, whoever the commanding role in your squad here, I'd like to request you report to me. I'll be arroving shortly."
As Gabriel arrives in the fort, they see a commander walk out of the helicopter. His duster being blown by the propeller. "I assume you're the esteemed guest. I'm Tyrak Carrion, captain and commander of the Iron Sky. And you are?" He starts walking him into a tent with a flimsy desk and lawn chairs in it, as well as a TV. Outside the Gausburgian soldiers are greeted by the Dashikins.

”Commander Gabriel Miller, third pykoliv of Greater Gausburg, it’s a pleasure to meet you” He smirked. He looks around him at the destroyed carcass of a fort where the dashiki troops currently reside “I see you’ve took the fort. I hope they weren’t much trouble?” He laughs. Sitting down on one of the lawn chairs.

near the entrance the Gausburgian army pour in, getting food and clothes out of the snow huskies and interacting with the dashiki forces. The story’s from last night leaving them wide eyed in horror. Being mostly new recruits only used to the training grounds.

In Jelling, 150,000 armoured troops arrive off of the transporting ships further away from the coast, flanked by 200 ‘Snow husky’ armoured vehicles. The troops form within hours and Gabriel Miller sits in his tent, meeting with the garrison leaders. He continues his conversation. “We’ve been told to meet with dashiki officers going north, now we’ve past ‘fashionably late’ so I recommend we hurry up.” He gets up, signalling the others to do the same and leave.

By nightfall the army is moving north weary of the svippish landscape around them before. The snow huskies lead and some scout ahead to check the landscape. Gabriel carries his rifle wearily at hand as they start reaching the hostile border.

(O.O.C) very slightly late to the party eh?

As they approach the now ruined fort with the Iron Sky above, a deafening horn is played as disorienting spotlights are shined on the Heartlanders. A booming voice plays from the zeppelin. "Took you long enough, whoever the commanding role in your squad here, I'd like to request you report to me. I'll be arroving shortly."
As Gabriel arrives in the fort, they see a commander walk out of the helicopter. His duster being blown by the propeller. "I assume you're the esteemed guest. I'm Tyrak Carrion, captain and commander of the Iron Sky. And you are?" He starts walking him into a tent with a flimsy desk and lawn chairs in it, as well as a TV. Outside the Gausburgian soldiers are greeted by the Dashikins.

”Commander Gabriel Miller, third pykoliv of Greater Gausburg, it’s a pleasure to meet you” He smirked. He looks around him at the destroyed carcass of a fort where the dashiki troops currently reside “I see you’ve took the fort. I hope they weren’t much trouble?” He laughs. Sitting down on one of the lawn chairs.

near the entrance the Gausburgian army pour in, getting food and clothes out of the snow huskies and interacting with the dashiki forces. The story’s from last night leaving them wide eyed in horror. Being mostly new recruits only used to the training grounds.

"We didn't get too many casualities, there's a guy with a hatchet 3 inches in his skull and still alive. He looks kinda like a unicorn." He chuckles a small bit, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from under the desk with his left hand, pouring for both of them. "Our plan is fairly simple, we'll get Intel on the rebels and take a few vantage points they own. However I'd like to do a deal with you." He takes a sip of the whiskey. "Although we are permitted to kill all rebels, both of us can benefit from keeping them alive. I only wish of you to keep casualties low, I'll pay top dollar for every sla-. . ." He pauses for a moment, trying to find a good word to say. "prisoner, you collect. They should be considered terrorists soon and when that happen. Whats your opinion on that?" He slides him the glass of whiskey.

The citadel, Solitas.

Roxas sat in the Executive Council chambers with several of his top military advisors, including Viktor, Lyons, and Mattlock via hologram.

"Astril authorized what? Are you f***ing joking?" Roxas asked, seething with rage.

Viktor spoke, the only one unafraid of a verbal lashing. "Unfortunately we're not. The mountains were leveled completely. Beinlaus has already told the Naragians to leave the country, and Svipish nationals and refugees here are planning a protest march against Narag at Gravity's Union park in the coming days."

Roxas just sighed. "I'll handle the political fallout from this. Mattlock, Naragian forces don't shoot, move, or breathe with our authorization from the co-directorate. Am I clear?"

"Crystal, Your Grace." Tha massive WARPP co-director answered.

"Good, now the assault on Haithabu will be beginning any minute now, so I need to go make an announcement. Dismissed." As everyone started to leave the room roxas opened a small tin under the table, and an Ursian Bee Drone covertly attached itself to the back of Lyons' shoe and activated it's tracking feature.

_-_-

A few minutes later televisions across WARPP controlled nations had their programming interrupted for an emergency broadcast from Roxas. "Hello people of Frigus Cordus. As you know recently the rightful Fylkir of Svipjoth was brutally murdered and the nation has fallen under the rule of a mad usurper. At the start of the rebellion the city of Haithabu was attacked and over four hundred Stigyan civilians, mostly women and children were also murdered. Those who survived were kept in a work camp and used as slave labor for the rebel war machine.The crimes that Lukas Grankjellson and his rebel faction have committed break the conventions of most nation's warfare doctrines and have committed crimes against humanity.  For this reason effective immediately the WARPP  Co-directorate has decided to brand the rebels as an international terrorist group. As I speak A combined Stigyan and Svip armada is launching an all out assault to retake Haithabu and execute any and all terrorists who stand with Lukas. May Ryder have mercy on their souls."

_-_-

Lyons heard the broadcast going as he rushed to the amory rose gardens, which was actually a series of greenhouses, this time of day no one should be around to catch his treasonous broadcast to Lukas. He opened the door to the greenhouse furthest from the Citadel interior, only to have Radek shove a handgun in his face as several other praetorians surrounded the greenhouse.

"Theodore Lyons, you're under arrest." Radek said plainly while Barnos walked up to the group and whistled to recall his Bee drone. As Radek went to restrain Lyons he head butted the praetorian captain and pressed the send button on his scroll before being tackled to the ground. Hundreds of kilometers away the message reached it recipients, who started arming up for an attack on the stigyan capitol.

_-_-_-_-_-

Haithabu, Svipjoth.

General Deftinwolf was clearly visible among the other stigyan troops, wearing his signature blood red trench coat over his armor and helmet as he rode standing out of the hatch of a Sentinel IV Heavy Tank. behind him were over 200 more Sentinel III and IV's charging at the city's wall. He raised a handheld IR Laser and aimed it at the wall. A few seconds later a giant missile was fired from a gunship in the air and blasted the entire section of all down, making an opening. He closed the hatch to the tank. 'You know your orders men, I want this city liberated today!"

Helsing Coast
The Imperial Army just packed up and left As Astril Recieved a Earful From the Kristan Chanceller. However Before leaving They Rigged Their base on the coast to blow. After fully withdrawing it explodes. He looks at the message From Beinlaus, "Well Guess I get to be there For my kids birth.... Ah This sucks. To think the Targeting would be off By A Few hundred miles. I guess it was the First Test But this is pretty bad Diplomatically... Well Yue Will help ease the stress when I get back to the palace. I need to stop the The Narag Civil war From happening."

Ruins of Domstoll Mountains

Elysia is looking in horror. "Why Brother.... This monumental loss For What. To Show off the Big Toy in Fortress Narag... I always wanted to visit it Even since Erik mentioned it...."

She sits in the Snow looking up. "As A Royal I.... I must Fix this." She Stands Up Using her staff, Closing her eyes She Weaves a massive Spell Drawing in the Existence of the Mountain. Everything that it was Restoring it as if nothing Happened. The Rampant mana would disappear As The Holiest Site in Svipjoth Returned. She collapses From the work... "The only mage of Existence magic... The Cost is worth it. I Don't need those five hundred Years if It means I can right this wrong." She crawls against one of the Restored Buildings Heading inside and passing out.

An enemy body falls on top of Gjolker, he looks through the axe hole in the then-soldiers head and lifts the body off him. Geiseric helps him up as Kara stares as what just happened. Gjolker brushes himself off and spits. “Thank you so much, I don’t think I met you yet, are you with Jos?” “THEY’RE CHARGING!” Kara screams, reloading her empty magazine. Gjolker pulls out a hand gun and gets to cover, he turns on his radio. “ATTENTION, ME AND KARA ARE PINNED DOWN, SEND A 50 SOLDIERS ASAP!” He turns the corner and fires past Geiseric who fires another shot at the small ambushing soldiers.

The entire fleet by now was hovering over Melkorka. Knowing the Greenlandic attacks would come soon, every soldier donned their gas mask and began to feel better. Morale was raising, and soldiers were ready to beat back the terrorist scum.

In the skies above, Ariah III was feeling a great pain in her stomach. She was about to go into battle, when she had the sudden realization of something. She was going into labor. Soldiers around her panicked, and escorted her away into a med bay, while General Xavier was left to his own devices. He rallied the troops, gathering them all in the hangar bay of the warships. Then, with one order, thousands of hovercraft were launched, and even more incredibly, 200,000 more troops were parachuted down, opening a heavy fire on the soldiers down below.


Freedom for Svipjoth, Freedom for All.

OOC: if this is too much, sorry.

Melkorka

Northern Greenlandic soldiers finally meet with Joslisonorian soldiers in the siege, there they learn the rebels are marked as terrorists. With this information the Chem-tanks line up and fire a shell into the city as they chant. “FOR SVIPJOTH FOR FRIHED FOR OS ALLE!”

Storrmork Taiga
It wasn’t all that hard to find the guerilla encampment. They had clearly put more effort in sneaking out to their attack on the convoy than they had in sneaking back to their camp. After flitting through the forest, following their poorly hidden footprints, Ghost Corpsman Samantha Nelson caught sight of the camp. Emerging from her cloaking in plain view of several guerillas, she put her hands in the air and called out, “Kiddian Ghost Corps. I come in peace! I’m here to make a deal.”

@Svipjoth, do you want to RP the guerillas? 

In Jelling, 150,000 armoured troops arrive off of the transporting ships further away from the coast, flanked by 200 ‘Snow husky’ armoured vehicles. The troops form within hours and Gabriel Miller sits in his tent, meeting with the garrison leaders. He continues his conversation. “We’ve been told to meet with dashiki officers going north, now we’ve past ‘fashionably late’ so I recommend we hurry up.” He gets up, signalling the others to do the same and leave.

By nightfall the army is moving north weary of the svippish landscape around them before. The snow huskies lead and some scout ahead to check the landscape. Gabriel carries his rifle wearily at hand as they start reaching the hostile border.

(O.O.C) very slightly late to the party eh?

As they approach the now ruined fort with the Iron Sky above, a deafening horn is played as disorienting spotlights are shined on the Heartlanders. A booming voice plays from the zeppelin. "Took you long enough, whoever the commanding role in your squad here, I'd like to request you report to me. I'll be arroving shortly."
As Gabriel arrives in the fort, they see a commander walk out of the helicopter. His duster being blown by the propeller. "I assume you're the esteemed guest. I'm Tyrak Carrion, captain and commander of the Iron Sky. And you are?" He starts walking him into a tent with a flimsy desk and lawn chairs in it, as well as a TV. Outside the Gausburgian soldiers are greeted by the Dashikins.

”Commander Gabriel Miller, third pykoliv of Greater Gausburg, it’s a pleasure to meet you” He smirked. He looks around him at the destroyed carcass of a fort where the dashiki troops currently reside “I see you’ve took the fort. I hope they weren’t much trouble?” He laughs. Sitting down on one of the lawn chairs.

near the entrance the Gausburgian army pour in, getting food and clothes out of the snow huskies and interacting with the dashiki forces. The story’s from last night leaving them wide eyed in horror. Being mostly new recruits only used to the training grounds.

"We didn't get too many casualities, there's a guy with a hatchet 3 inches in his skull and still alive. He looks kinda like a unicorn." He chuckles a small bit, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from under the desk with his left hand, pouring for both of them. "Our plan is fairly simple, we'll get Intel on the rebels and take a few vantage points they own. However I'd like to do a deal with you." He takes a sip of the whiskey. "Although we are permitted to kill all rebels, both of us can benefit from keeping them alive. I only wish of you to keep casualties low, I'll pay top dollar for every sla-. . ." He pauses for a moment, trying to find a good word to say. "prisoner, you collect. They should be considered terrorists soon and when that happen. Whats your opinion on that?" He slides him the glass of whiskey.

Gabriel takes a sip of whiskey. “You dashiki are something else, but I’ll entertain it. Nobody’s gonna miss them anyway.” He laughs, taking another sip. “And the plan seems solid, im sure the snow huskies can help on gathering Intel...” He looks over at troops doing donuts in the fort entrance. Turning back to Tyrak. “Im sure they’ll come around when they see the harshness of battle.” He pauses before downing the whisky.

Thousands upon thousands of bombs were dropped within the next hour, with a full on assault at this point. The Joslisonorians were relentless, with soldiers not giving up the fight that had been fought over 5 leaders of Joslisonoria. And after news had been released of Ariah giving birth to a healthy boy, they led a frightening charge in the name of the crown prince, that was dubbed "the Prince's Charge of the New Year."

Iovi Orkeitov-Julem-Julii-Narag was born in the middle of a war. Ariah smiled at her new-born son. But it was not all good news. Just over the horizon, they could see many, many, many more Svipish soldiers from the west. Ariah heard this news, and immediately got ready to throw herself into battle. She looked at one of her doctors. "Protect Iovi." Just like that, she left to go back down into Melkorka.

In Jelling, 150,000 armoured troops arrive off of the transporting ships further away from the coast, flanked by 200 ‘Snow husky’ armoured vehicles. The troops form within hours and Gabriel Miller sits in his tent, meeting with the garrison leaders. He continues his conversation. “We’ve been told to meet with dashiki officers going north, now we’ve past ‘fashionably late’ so I recommend we hurry up.” He gets up, signalling the others to do the same and leave.

By nightfall the army is moving north weary of the svippish landscape around them before. The snow huskies lead and some scout ahead to check the landscape. Gabriel carries his rifle wearily at hand as they start reaching the hostile border.

(O.O.C) very slightly late to the party eh?

As they approach the now ruined fort with the Iron Sky above, a deafening horn is played as disorienting spotlights are shined on the Heartlanders. A booming voice plays from the zeppelin. "Took you long enough, whoever the commanding role in your squad here, I'd like to request you report to me. I'll be arroving shortly."
As Gabriel arrives in the fort, they see a commander walk out of the helicopter. His duster being blown by the propeller. "I assume you're the esteemed guest. I'm Tyrak Carrion, captain and commander of the Iron Sky. And you are?" He starts walking him into a tent with a flimsy desk and lawn chairs in it, as well as a TV. Outside the Gausburgian soldiers are greeted by the Dashikins.

”Commander Gabriel Miller, third pykoliv of Greater Gausburg, it’s a pleasure to meet you” He smirked. He looks around him at the destroyed carcass of a fort where the dashiki troops currently reside “I see you’ve took the fort. I hope they weren’t much trouble?” He laughs. Sitting down on one of the lawn chairs.

near the entrance the Gausburgian army pour in, getting food and clothes out of the snow huskies and interacting with the dashiki forces. The story’s from last night leaving them wide eyed in horror. Being mostly new recruits only used to the training grounds.

"We didn't get too many casualities, there's a guy with a hatchet 3 inches in his skull and still alive. He looks kinda like a unicorn." He chuckles a small bit, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from under the desk with his left hand, pouring for both of them. "Our plan is fairly simple, we'll get Intel on the rebels and take a few vantage points they own. However I'd like to do a deal with you." He takes a sip of the whiskey. "Although we are permitted to kill all rebels, both of us can benefit from keeping them alive. I only wish of you to keep casualties low, I'll pay top dollar for every sla-. . ." He pauses for a moment, trying to find a good word to say. "prisoner, you collect. They should be considered terrorists soon and when that happen. Whats your opinion on that?" He slides him the glass of whiskey.

Gabriel takes a sip of whiskey. “You dashiki are something else, but I’ll entertain it. Nobody’s gonna miss them anyway.” He laughs, taking another sip. “And the plan seems solid, im sure the snow huskies can help on gathering Intel...” He looks over at troops doing donuts in the fort entrance. Turning back to Tyrak. “Im sure they’ll come around when they see the harshness of battle.” He pauses before downing the whisky.

"Good, good. I need to make a living too." He puts the whiskey away and grabs what looks like a blunt from under his desk. "As for your -AHEM soldiers, we need them to go on covert scouting operations. Find weaknesses in their forts. Also if they keep doing donuts they'll have the same fate as the rebels who resided here last." He lights the blunt and takes a long hit off of it. Then exhales a strange, dense reddish cloud. "It's Dashikin Pepper." He says passing it to Gabriel.

@Svipjoth, offers still out there if you want to RP the guerilla forces
If not, then I will

Hvithaar Hall, Uppsala

Sio Ashjin walks into the building with a large suitcase in hand to surely nail their place into Svipish trade. She gets escorted by two Svippish rebels to Luka's office and walks in. "Glad to see you at last, Sio Asjin, CEO of Asjin Cybernetics. I have a deal you might be interested in." She says, reaching for a handshake.
She suprisngly doesn't appear to have many noticeable cybernetics. She wears high heels and a blue suit with black leather gloves. She also has black hair that reaches down to her waist, all in one thick pony tail.

Ruins of Domstoll Mountains

Elysia is looking in horror. "Why Brother.... This monumental loss For What. To Show off the Big Toy in Fortress Narag... I always wanted to visit it Even since Erik mentioned it...."

She sits in the Snow looking up. "As A Royal I.... I must Fix this." She Stands Up Using her staff, Closing her eyes She Weaves a massive Spell Drawing in the Existence of the Mountain. Everything that it was Restoring it as if nothing Happened. The Rampant mana would disappear As The Holiest Site in Svipjoth Returned. She collapses From the work... "The only mage of Existence magic... The Cost is worth it. I Don't need those five hundred Years if It means I can right this wrong." She crawls against one of the Restored Buildings Heading inside and passing out.

Hvithaar Hall, Uppsala

Sio Ashjin walks into the building with a large suitcase in hand to surely nail their place into Svipish trade. She gets escorted by two Svippish rebels to Luka's office and walks in. "Glad to see you at last, Sio Asjin, CEO of Asjin Cybernetics. I have a deal you might be interested in." She says, reaching for a handshake.
She suprisngly doesn't appear to have many noticeable cybernetics. She wears high heels and a blue suit with black leather gloves. She also has black hair that reaches down to her waist, all in one thick pony tail.

Hvithaar Hall, Uppsala, Halogaland, Svipjoth
Elysia woke up in a small, but comfortable room. The initial confusion made her swiftly sit up, but her pained exhaustion forced her back down. As she pulled herself up momentarily, she noticed one figure in the room: Lukas sitting on a stool, reading a report next to the lit fireplace. As she laid back down, Lukas stood up and walked to her bedside, carrying the stool with him before setting it down and sitting upon it yet again.

"You need to rest, Elysia. Your magic usage, coupled with your pregnancy, has left you in an extremely vulnerable state."

"Where am I?"

"You're in a servants quarters in Hvithaar Hall. I was walking to what was the ruins of Domstoll when I found you and the restored Domstoll. I snuck you in, so you have a safe place to recover."

Their moment was interrupted upon the entrance of a maid, one of the only that knew of Elysia's presence,

"Lukas, Sio Ashjen of Ashjen Cybernetics is here. Do not be afraid Elysia, I'll be taking care of you while the Fylkir is gone."

Lukas nods silently and walks to his office, where Sio has already been seated. She introduces herself and, intrigued at her offer, entertains her offer. She opens her briefcase, revealing a cybernetic arm featuring a grapple hook and tube fed double barrel shotgun, as well as offering him mercenary help and the chance for him to give her a child, in exchange for permission to trade and sell in his nation. Standing up, Lukas offers his hand to shake, accepting the deal, as the benefits are then executed.

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

Thousands upon thousands of bombs were dropped within the next hour, with a full on assault at this point. The Joslisonorians were relentless, with soldiers not giving up the fight that had been fought over 5 leaders of Joslisonoria. And after news had been released of Ariah giving birth to a healthy boy, they led a frightening charge in the name of the crown prince, that was dubbed "the Prince's Charge of the New Year."

Iovi Orkeitov-Julem-Julii-Narag was born in the middle of a war. Ariah smiled at her new-born son. But it was not all good news. Just over the horizon, they could see many, many, many more Svipish soldiers from the west. Ariah heard this news, and immediately got ready to throw herself into battle. She looked at one of her doctors. "Protect Iovi." Just like that, she left to go back down into Melkorka.

OOC: if this is too much, sorry.

Melkorka

Northern Greenlandic soldiers finally meet with Joslisonorian soldiers in the siege, there they learn the rebels are marked as terrorists. With this information the Chem-tanks line up and fire a shell into the city as they chant. “FOR SVIPJOTH FOR FRIHED FOR OS ALLE!”

Melkorka, Hedeby, Svipjoth
"Remember the enemy! Dawn your gas masks and ready your melee weaponry!"

The horde of rebels marched through the steppe, halting at the outskirts of the city as Joslisonorian airships carpet bombed the city. While well-armormed soldiers entered Melkorka with little reservations, other soldiers snuck down to the sewers, making their way through the tunnels. Both terranian and subterranian communicated through Stigyan radio.

Though the terranian soldiers held confidence in their armor, they remained relatively steathly, staying away from open areas and instead travelling building to destroyed building.

When the chem tanks fired their volley, the soldiers striked. While the terranian soldiers, cloaked in the opacity of the chemical gases, ambushed the Greenlandic soldiers, the subterranian soldiers reached  sewer holes close to the chem tanks position. Lifting the manholes only enough to aim a explosive-tipped crossbow, the soldiers simultaneously fired, flooding from out of the manholes as each of the chem tanks exploded.

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

Hellsing, svipjoth
Salman was watching the svipish focusing on the naragian troops out of anger and he decided to take advantage, he ordered the army to attack the city with everything, wizards jumping from rooftop to rooftops avoiding moving in the streets due to the anger of the civilians, their focus is to take the industrial zone and the town hall.

Helsing, Finnbygdir, Svipjoth
Witnessing the destruction of the Naragian military base, the Svipish citizens of Helsing did not know how to react at first. After the realization of New Narags retreat, however, the city exploded into celebration. Used gunpowder was made into confetti and claimed Naragian explosives were made into fireworks.

The city remained in a celebratory mood until the miscalculation of one Holy Spirean soldier led them to crashing down, smashing onto the street. The people paused and looked up, seeing the Holy Spireans upon the rooftops.

Bearning arms of Stigyan and Naragian tech alike, some citizens began to fire at the Holy Spireans while other citizens fled, screaming at the resumed onslaught.

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

Haithabu, Svipjoth.

General Deftinwolf was clearly visible among the other stigyan troops, wearing his signature blood red trench coat over his armor and helmet as he rode standing out of the hatch of a Sentinel IV Heavy Tank. behind him were over 200 more Sentinel III and IV's charging at the city's wall. He raised a handheld IR Laser and aimed it at the wall. A few seconds later a giant missile was fired from a gunship in the air and blasted the entire section of all down, making an opening. He closed the hatch to the tank. 'You know your orders men, I want this city liberated today!"

Haithabu, Danmark, Svipjoth
The dark of the night was still, the stars and aurora borealis lighting the city. This quietness, a peace that nearly lulled the Lukean guardsmen to sleep, was sharply interupted by the launching of missiles, impacting upon the docked ships and seawall. The entire horizon was covered in Stigyan ships, rapidly making their advance into Haithabu.

With the ships covering the sky above the city, the soldiers paratrooped down into the city, including KMSN and HOH Jakob. Landing at the southeast corner of the city, they gave one last silent acknowledgment to one another before splitting, Team KMSN heading to the old Stahl Industries Headquarters and HOH Jakob rallying the Stigyan and Svipish loyalist soldiers into a quasi-shieldwall, beginning their assault against the pervasive amount of rebels in the city.

In Jelling, 150,000 armoured troops arrive off of the transporting ships further away from the coast, flanked by 200 ‘Snow husky’ armoured vehicles. The troops form within hours and Gabriel Miller sits in his tent, meeting with the garrison leaders. He continues his conversation. “We’ve been told to meet with dashiki officers going north, now we’ve past ‘fashionably late’ so I recommend we hurry up.” He gets up, signalling the others to do the same and leave.

By nightfall the army is moving north weary of the svippish landscape around them before. The snow huskies lead and some scout ahead to check the landscape. Gabriel carries his rifle wearily at hand as they start reaching the hostile border.

(O.O.C) very slightly late to the party eh?

As they approach the now ruined fort with the Iron Sky above, a deafening horn is played as disorienting spotlights are shined on the Heartlanders. A booming voice plays from the zeppelin. "Took you long enough, whoever the commanding role in your squad here, I'd like to request you report to me. I'll be arroving shortly."
As Gabriel arrives in the fort, they see a commander walk out of the helicopter. His duster being blown by the propeller. "I assume you're the esteemed guest. I'm Tyrak Carrion, captain and commander of the Iron Sky. And you are?" He starts walking him into a tent with a flimsy desk and lawn chairs in it, as well as a TV. Outside the Gausburgian soldiers are greeted by the Dashikins.

”Commander Gabriel Miller, third pykoliv of Greater Gausburg, it’s a pleasure to meet you” He smirked. He looks around him at the destroyed carcass of a fort where the dashiki troops currently reside “I see you’ve took the fort. I hope they weren’t much trouble?” He laughs. Sitting down on one of the lawn chairs.

near the entrance the Gausburgian army pour in, getting food and clothes out of the snow huskies and interacting with the dashiki forces. The story’s from last night leaving them wide eyed in horror. Being mostly new recruits only used to the training grounds.

"We didn't get too many casualities, there's a guy with a hatchet 3 inches in his skull and still alive. He looks kinda like a unicorn." He chuckles a small bit, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from under the desk with his left hand, pouring for both of them. "Our plan is fairly simple, we'll get Intel on the rebels and take a few vantage points they own. However I'd like to do a deal with you." He takes a sip of the whiskey. "Although we are permitted to kill all rebels, both of us can benefit from keeping them alive. I only wish of you to keep casualties low, I'll pay top dollar for every sla-. . ." He pauses for a moment, trying to find a good word to say. "prisoner, you collect. They should be considered terrorists soon and when that happen. Whats your opinion on that?" He slides him the glass of whiskey.

Gabriel takes a sip of whiskey. “You dashiki are something else, but I’ll entertain it. Nobody’s gonna miss them anyway.” He laughs, taking another sip. “And the plan seems solid, im sure the snow huskies can help on gathering Intel...” He looks over at troops doing donuts in the fort entrance. Turning back to Tyrak. “Im sure they’ll come around when they see the harshness of battle.” He pauses before downing the whisky.

"Good, good. I need to make a living too." He puts the whiskey away and grabs what looks like a blunt from under his desk. "As for your -AHEM soldiers, we need them to go on covert scouting operations. Find weaknesses in their forts. Also if they keep doing donuts they'll have the same fate as the rebels who resided here last." He lights the blunt and takes a long hit off of it. Then exhales a strange, dense reddish cloud. "It's Dashikin Pepper." He says passing it to Gabriel.

Gabriel accepts the blunt and lights it, “sounds like a solid plan” He whistles one of his generals over and says. “Go tell those backwards idiots you call your garrison to start scouting around for these forts” He takes out a map and marks the forts on it. “And don’t get spotted, or else you might wish you were svippish” He’d laugh, taking another puff.