Storms of War: Nation RP (Steampunk, Dieselpunk, Teslapunk: Kad-Engine) IC

[Orion]

Razhalla

- Royal Institue of Science and Progress Executive Conference Hall

"You cant just do that Fin?!" exclaimed Hamit angrily. The meeting was taking tolls on everyone present, and the constant bickering of any involved in discussion was understandibly annoying everyone. Around the table Dwarves sat with exhausted looks on their faces, or just buried in their arms. Most were too bored eith the proceedings, or too self-concerned to really worry about the topic, but they had all seen Fin in this sort of situation. As persuasive as Hamit could be, Fin would come out as the victor. If not through cunning through force. The current argument? The increased size of escort that caravans would need to safely voyage outside of the Coalitions territory. "I'm all for safety Fin, but we've reached a point where profits will be squandered on troops we dont need! Anymore more men being sent with a convoy, and we'll be reduced to a crawl. To the point your suggesting we might as well not trade at all." he said while motioning his hands all over the place, his neighbors ducking down to avoid his arms.

"Oh, but Hamit I'm not doing a thing." he said sliding his palms across the edge of the table and back again. "I'm merely suggesting to the council that our latest information says there is a higher risk in the world these days, and extra protection would be avisable. The outlying nations can be quite violent towards outsiders, and I, for one, worry about the safety of our merchants!" he said in a pleasing and smooth voice, but a vicious glint in his eyes. To him it was easy to justify anything that would lead to someone else's coffers being emptied.

"Dev.... Or better yet Sazlin! Please explain to your brother the finer point of troop movement as compared to that of my merchants!" Hamit said with a bemused look on his face, thinking the argument was his.

As Sazlin looked beside him to Dev, who then gave a slight nod for him to proceed, he cleared his throat, but as he was about to begin he caught the face of Fin, and faltered. A chill ran through his spine from the look of disguised hatred Fin wore. Sazlin knew the risks of being problematic for his younger brother, and while he addressed the entire council his gaze never strayed very far from Fin's. "Well Hamit, while there is merit in what you've said, I think given the circumstances it'd be best not to overlook this decision-" he'd have gone further but was promptly interuppted by hamit slamming his hands on the table.

"Circumstances!? What damn circustance do you mean you beardless half elf?! I've heard nothing that even remotely constitutes this level of reaction!" he roared. His face changin from a flustered red, to an deep purple.

Sazlin was left with his jaw hanging he couldn't come up with a decent enough lie, and it was showing in the worse way. He stuttered for several seconds before finaly Fin stepped in to take over."I think what the good general was trying to say is that there are report coming in from all around us. Treachery, assassination plots, and raids. why there was already an attempt on the governor of Haldrin's life I'm sure you've heard. Though if you hadn't that would explain a thing or two." he said as he shrugged and once again relaxed his shoulders. Some of the other clan leaders and governors piped in with ifle conversation on this topic, but Fin and Hamit stayed locked onto each other. Hamit with the alcohol fueled rage all too common on his face, and Fin with the now emotionless slate betraying nothing to a soul. Finaly one of the council suggested to put the matter to a vote. Whichassuaded mostly everyone (with the exception of Hamit) after the votes were cast, and onve they were being counted there fell a heavy atmosphere of suspence inside the room. Few sounds were made except the scraping of parchment paper.

"The vote falls in favor of additional troops." stated a young represenative in a neutral sort of voice. Immediately Hamit exploded into a furious rage, throwing his chair across the room, and rocking the table before storming out of the conference hall. Moments of silence passed with some speculating how often this sort of thing happened, and how the chairs should really be bolted into the floor for everyone's sake. They sat like that for what seemed like an eternity until Fin spoke again.

"Now then. Onto other business." but even after the meeting had concluded Fin would still wear the grin of his victory, and the glint in his eye would shine even brighter to onlookers.

[Kodkod]

Welcome to Ophidia, please keep your hands and feet to yourself at all times.

"Hotu Maritime Sovereignty..."

"Huh?"

"Those are the colors to the Hotu Maritime Sovereignty, we share the borders with them, jeez don't you know anything?"

"Ohh wow, its a cool ship!"

"Not as cool as the ones we have here at home, last time I went to Arcis, dad and I saw one being ran by all Naga!"

"Wooow, one day, I am going to be a Airship pilot!"

"Hahahaha, in your dreams!"

"Titus! Isaac! Dinner is ready! Time to come back inside!"

The two boys got up from where they were laying out in the field and began racing toward the door to start the night off with a good dinner and then some stories from the paps.

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H.M.S. Llanocetus
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Two powered jets came up from beneath the H.M.S. Llanocetus to then veer off opposite directions so that they would be flying side by side, one on the left side and, one on the right side. Two more fell in place behind the H.M.S. Llanocetus as two came from above the cloud line and dropped in front of the Llanocetus.

"This is Jaguar Two-One, you have entered territory claimed by the Ophidian Dynasty, we are too escort you into the air docks of Arcis, state your purpose for crossing into Ophidian territory, addressed by the captain of the vessel."

The radio transmission was sent to the H.M.S Llanocetus, the fighters would remain on course and give the reply at least six to eight minutes. The air docks themselves would be a site for even someone up to no good to behold. Ophidia was known for his strong, beautiful ship line, even research to improve the air fleet was number one on the list of priorities. Ophidian's took pride in their air force and the reason can be seen in just a glimpse at even their lesser vessels, the pure handy work involved along with the experienced pilots and captains that run the ships. Ophidian's Flight Academy is one of the toughest and rigorous academies to graduate from. In fact about 30 out every 330 people who go through the academy actually complete the course and go on to piloting their own ship. It is the most sought after job, and the hardest one to achieve.

Flight Academy, South West of Arcis

The Flight Academy is a school designed into 3 divisions with the first division and path is a three portion course, the first is that of lectures and written exams. The second portion consist of physical training, and leadership preparation drills, which include war games and such. The third portion is that of simulation and actually flying the real deal. Hands on training with an instructor. The final test requires you to perform without an instructor. It is why it is crucial that people cannot be pushed along or passed just because they may of been close or know some one. For the safety of everyone, you must know what there is too know before taking the final test and an instructor must sign off on you. The first part of the academy is 12 weeks long which is everything said prior to this. The second divison of the academy is specialization, it is where the graduates will be placed into a specialized path for a specific airship that their skill sets match, this division is 8 weeks long. The third division is squad based skills enhancement, where they will go through a 10 week course of just performing, drilling, and testing on communication, squad skills and maneuvers, along with everything else to solidify a strong fleet that works as a cohesive unit.

They have yet to hear a reply from the Hotu Maritime Vessel, a little bit longer would be given and then a bit of a more direct action would be followed up.

[Rtron]

Minoveos Throne room

King Brot Metaldeath put his fingers to his temples and massaged them, trying to ease the head-ache that had appeared. This head ache was a mixture of things, stretching from the looming annual crusader invasion, to the bickering of his so-called advisers, to the damned scientists. Mostly the Damned Scientists. They usually put up multiple ideas for testing for him to decide upon, if he refused to decide upon them and not fund the ideas, they would simply cut even more corners possibly resulting in a disaster that couldn't be easily fixed. Thus, Brot decided it would be best for him to decide what to fund and hope that it would work and not explode. Usually, his hope was cut down. But, the most recent of their "experiments", if one could call them that, a submersible ship that could be used for both military and civilian use, had shown promise the mini-prototype had actually floated and moved through the water and beneath it, only after so long did it malfunction and all life support systems shut down and it sank to the bottom of the little simulated sea.

Naturally, this was a problem. Brot had given them a deadline fix the major problems, or move onto another project. The scientists readily agreed and had been working at a frenzied pace the last 6 months. Today they had given the demonstration and it had preformed well, no major problems nothing went wrong, surprisingly, until Brot decided to put it through the "Rigors of the Brothers" test. After a couple minutes of rough simulated seas, the prototype had fallen apart. Brot was fully prepared to cancel funding then and there. The scientists had pleaded their case and under the combined pressure of that and his growing headache, Brot had caved and not 2 minutes ago the scientists had bustled out the door, presumably to work upon their submersible ship invention. Turning towards his advisers, whom were mercifully silent. and said "Next on the list of problems?" The commander of the land military,Kon Dreadfury, spoke up. "As you know Chieftain, the crusaders are coming up for their annual attempt at capturing our cities, for whatever reason. I propose we eliminate them once and for all with our army to get rid of this annoying thorn in our side." Even before the general had finished speaking Brot was shaking his head.

"No, I don't think it would be wise to do that." Kon looked confused and slightly vexed. "Why not? Each year the ravish the country side and try to make a push towards our cities, which we have to stop using man power. Why continue to pay the damages? Why not eliminate them now?" Brot tightened his grip on the armrest of his chair. Sometimes, I wonder if allowing that much freedom of speech and such is a good idea. he thought. Then, replying to Kon, "Because, the area they ravish has little to know value, those that still reside upon that land are warned yearly, and every-time we repel them, easily I might add, we get more slaves from those who were not killed, and it provides a good "breaking in" of new recruits to combat. Also, the one time we wiped out almost the entirety of their army another one came and surprised us getting much to close to the cities. Does that answer all of your questions? Kon nodded sitting back down. "Though, do have some sniper squads (squad=6 soldiers) stationed along the route the crusaders take to give us warning and harass them when the crusaders arrive." Kon nodded again. Looking around Brot asked one final question "Is their any business we must attend to?" The entire group of Advisers shook their heads. "Then I declare this meeting adjourned."

Arial training grounds, North of Anglor

Mabetz Bigfire stood in front of a group of new recruits, largely goblins, for the Arial navy, a clockwork turret behind him, a controlling device in his hands, and remote-controlled clockwork air ship in front of him. "Cadets, in case any of you do not know, I'm Mabetz Bigfire commander of the air and sea navies. I've also got good and bad news. The good news, My visits are only occasional so your days of my training will be few. The bad news, my visits are also refereed to as the day you get tested on the skills you've learned and the day that decides whether you stay in this military branch or not." There was an audible gulp from the collective group. Mabetz grinned. "Relax, today is not that day. Today is the "breaking in" part of your training. Where I judge your aim, accuracy, and the ability to act and lead under pressure. Behind me is the first part of your "Breaking in" you will operate that turret, and stop my little plane here from dropping "bombs" on you or the ground 20 feet around you. Those who fail to do that will have to run to the air hanger and back in 30 minutes. Can't do that, and you'll have to go again. I believe in both mental and physical fitness in the navies." The cadets all looked nervous the Air hanger was a few yards short of half a mile away. Mabetz grinned wider and said "Who's up first?"

RECAP

The council of advisers and the king are preparing for the Crusaders.

The scientists are exploring the route of "submersible" sea ships

Mabetz Bigfire is "Breaking in" the new Air navy cadets.

[Wizza747]

Caprico: Confederate Territories of Caledonia (2 hours Earlier)


When the civil war started, the Confederate Territories of Caledonia was formed, after the ruthless army General Jasper Boreman took the troops he had under his command and seceded from the federal government. This secession of General Boreman's was bloody and violent and left countless people dead. Caprico, a city of about roughly four million people, was one of the first cities to be overthrown by the corrupt army. When the General's forces invaded, he immediately seized power over the local government, and had the mayor and other government officials executed because they failed to cooperate.


The city of Caprico was now under military curfew. The lives of four million people were living in fear and kept under constant watch by the General's troops. Every major road out of the city was kept under heavy guard by a large barricade, which was patrolled 24 hours a day. General Boreman had since taken up residence in the Government House, the official residence of the Mayor of Caprico. The residence itself was now guarded like a fortress. With several layers of security and heavy army vehicles protected the building from Resistance attack.


For about a year after the General invaded, a group of dedicated and patriotic fanatics went underground and for days on end they spent planning secret operations in order to overthrow the General. Many of these plans had resulted in the deaths of some of the Resistance' finest freedom fighting soldiers. The Resistance group in this part of Caledonia, was referred to as the Freedom Fighters. They were basically the equivalent to the Brotherhood in the U.R.C, except their ideals were somewhat different, and the fact that they were fighting for something else.


The headquarters of the Freedom Fighters Resistance Group was located in an underground shelter, under an abandoned railway factory. The factory was used to build Caledonia's steam generated trains. But production of these trains ceased when the civil war started, and now most served as transportation of troops to war-torn parts of the country. The leader of the Freedom Fighters, Commander Jeremiah Tobias was one of the greatest heroes in the U.R.C Army. He fought in the first campaign and even led an assault team to attempt to retake control of Caprico, but unfortunately his men got trapped and were forced to hide within the city limits. From then on, they based their operations from this building, terrorising the enemy. Commander Tobias had been spending most of his time plotting new ideas to take on General Boreman. He was their main goal. Once he was out of the picture, the C.T.C would cripple and be forced to surrender. Jeremiah was a man in his mid thirties, a young war soldier, but he was one of the best. He had a command of about fifty freedom fighters all who were dedicated to the cause.

The door to the underground base opened. Commander Tobias' second in command Sergeant-Major Jonas Fleming approached the Commander's office. He knocked twice and entered.

“Sergeant Fleming reporting as ordered, sir,” he said, as he saluted.

“At ease, Sergeant. What's the latest?” asked Commander Tobias.

“Well sir, I just heard from our spies. They're reporting that the Brotherhood is plotting a major attack in Celestia.”

“What sort of attack?”

“It's unknown. Our spies indicated that the attack was happening within the next couple of hours, and it is expected to be significant.”

“Bloody hell. Why are we only just hearing about this?” said Tobias.

“Apparently our spies were discovered by the General's men. Only one of them managed to make it back to the rendezvous point.”

Tobias closed his eyes at the mention of loosing his most trusted and valued spies. Not to mention they were good men too.

“Alright, well, it's too risky to send a radio transmission to Celestia. We can't risk the General's men listening in.”

“But we can't get past the border. We have to warn them Sir,” said Sergeant Fleming.

“I know, Sergeant. But at this point there's not much we can do. The only thing we can do is what we do best. Fight back...Sergeant, gather the leaders, tell them that we're to strike back at the enemy harder than ever,” said Tobias.

Sergeant Fleming came to attention and saluted.

“Yes sir!” He shouted. Then he turned and went off to carry out his orders.


Celestia – Unified Republic of Caledonia.


5...4...3...2...1...BOOM! The explosion erupted violently. It was an impressive blast which took out nearly half the building that housed the Academy of Science. A thick cloud of grey smoke rose into the air and rubble rained down onto the main courtyard where students were conversing and studying. Then, panic struck. People began running in all directions out of fear and confusion. No one really knew what had hit them. The explosion was so violent that it had collapsed the structure of the building, and the ground underneath it collapsed.
People were trapped in the rubble, screaming for help, but all everyone else did was run in panic.

Parliament Square, Celestia.

The celebrations continued, as the newly elected Chief Administrator Lance Taron was inaugurated. As he stood there waving to his fans, one of his advisers came up to him.

“Sir, something just happened. There's been another attack,” said the adviser, softly into Lance's ear.

“Alright. Assemble the cabinet. I need to know everything that happened,” said Lance, and his adviser nodded. After one last wave and a smile, Lance turned and followed the adviser back out into the corridor. “So what was this attack?”

“There was an explosion at the Academy of Science sir. At least fifty people have been reported killed or injured,” he said.

“Bloody hell. I can't believe it, on the first day of my election something like this has to happen,” said Lance. “Do we know who's responsible?”

“Not yet sir, the Caledonia Federal Police are assessing the situation as we speak.”

Lance nodded, and they proceeded down the corridor to the cabinet room. As they walked, there was a sudden explosion coming from behind them. Half the south facade of the building had been blown off. Seconds later, all that could be heard was the screams of the thousands of people that were promenading outside. Large chunks of concrete cascaded down on top of them. Within moments of the attack, the Chief Administrator's Secret Security rushed to his aid and immediately rushed him to safety.

As his personal body guards hurried him to the emergency bunker, there was the sudden sound of gun fire.


Summary -

- The Caprico Freedom Fighters Resistance group discover a terrorist plot in Celestia and begin the first stages of a rebellion.

- The cult, known as the Brotherhood carry out their attack on the Academy of Science, and Parliament Square. They begin their attempt at kidnapping the Chief Administrator.