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[h1]Shogunate of Osaka[/h1][/center]

[h2]Outside of Tokyo, Kingdom of Kanto[/h2]

[b]FIRE![/b]

Dust burst off of the walls of Tokyo, followed by a loud bang as the slug tears a massive hole into the defenses of the city. The attacking Samurai manning the artillery scrambled to rearm the Rail-gun that they were using for the attack, as a few other ballistic artillery fighers shelled the city. In the last two days, Torijin had been bombing the city of Tokyo, destroying all transportation, storage and manufacturing centers, the defenses of Tokyo had been utterly crippled as the Osakans were piling onto the city, tearing apart its defenders and, slowly but surely, they were taking control of the city. 

Hisoka-Osama had planned the battle for most of his time, since he had failed to take Tokyo in the first annexation of Kanto. It had been a long, while, while the peace treaty between Osaka and Kanto was enacted; but Hisoka never had any fear, he knew that it was unlikely that any other useful nations to bolster the defenses of Kanto would be present in the North, scouts had already determined the area was inhabited mostly by disorganized Japanese and Korean Tribes, or roving bands of mutants. When the day came to declare war, Hisoka did so with little second thought. For almost a week, the Osakans had been occupying most of what was left of the Kingdom of Kanto, and now they were upon the walls of Tokyo, said to be impenetrable, rebuilt from the ground up by the descendants of the Kanto bunker's population. 

But Tokyo would fall, as all cities did. 

With the slug of a railgun once more, the steel walls of Tokyo were torn open, and the Samurai, soldiers from the Date and Mori clans, began to rush in, switching from their single shot Tanegamshima, to the fully automatic Juu, as they mowed down anyone that got in their way. The bloodbath that was becoming of Tokyo, showed how little the Kanto Government had prepared for this attack, that they were putting their faith totally in their defenses to hold off the Osakans. However, this time, they were not so lucky. Perhaps, if the Date Clan had not discovered that Railgun, they may have survived, but now, there was nothing to save them. 

General Ren Date had been commanding the combined forces of the Date and Mori clans, and now he was riding, on his Uma, towards the center of Tokyo, to capture the King of Kanto, and to claim the entirety of the Kanto State for the Shogun.

"Leave no survivors in your wake, they must all die!" 

Artillery continued to fire into the heart of the city, and the soldiers carried on, reaching the heart of Tokyo not long after, and swarming the palace of the King. Ren Date himself dismounted from his transport, and entered into the building, with a team of Samurai gunmen to provide cover. Upon breaking into the doors of the palace, soldeirs fired upon the strike team, with Ren and his men responding by shooting at the gunmen in the ceilings and balconies, with Ren using his trusted pistol to take out a few on the ground and in the higher areas. The strike team moved quickly, making their way into the palace. 

"Your lands and your city are under the Control of Hisoka Minami-Osama! Surrender yourself and your life may yet be spared!" Ren shouted into the vacant corridors of the palace, as the team descended futher, taking out more armed guards, and loosing a few men of their own as they entered deeper into an underground labryinth of steel and concrete, growing ever darker and more compact as the steps lead further into the earth. 

This, this could not have been built by the people of Kanto. The Bunker that they had stepped into, its hellish design, freightining, even to Date himself, as if a fear embedded into his genes; it was like stepping into the land of the dead, a relic of a time long passed. This was, a bunker from before the war, perhaps the one that the ancestors of the Kanto Kingdom's founders had escaped from, like the same that Takeshi lead the Kansaijin out of. Reconfigured, from a dying people's last chance, to a cowardly king's fortress of solitude while his people died outside. 

"Men, we push on; if The King of Kanto will not sacrifice himself to save his people, than kill him just like they"

Deeper still, until they found him, not in sight, but with arms that wrapped around Ren Date, like Yokai's hands as they swept him into the darkness, a blastproof hydraulic door slamming behind him, as the General was thrown into the dark safe room, his assailant, the King himself, like a inky silhouette against a flickering light source. Date's guns had been tossed to the side, and from his blurred sight, he could make out the shape of a sword, a Katana in the classical design, in the hand of the King. As the man charged to Date, enraged, the general sprung to his feet, pulling out his own Sword, and perrying the blow that the king delt to him, kicking him underfoot to knock him to the ground. The King pulled himself to a sitting possition and trust his blade up, just barely missing Date's face, as the Samurai grabbed onto his arm, and pushed himself on top of the king, wrestling him to the ground, and reaching behind himself to detatch the emergency pistol he had on his back. Without a word, Date put the gun to the deposed monarch's head, and pulled the trigger. 

When Ren Date emerged, his body covered in blood, he announced to his people; that it was over, Kanto had fallen, and Tokyo belonged to the Shogunate. 

Though, the war was not yet over, the process of integrating the Territories of Kanto into the Shogunate would be a difficult one. Rebellion was rife in the air, though the Shogunate hoped that the sheer horror of the war would be enough to keep the Kantojin in line for a while at least. Other matters of expansion were to be attested to, such as the new plan to settle on the island of Shikoku

[h2]Shikoku Colonization[/h2]
Shikoku is an island not too far from Osaka City proper, a perfect place for expansion. According to scoutings, the Island was devoid of sapient life for the most part (save a few odd mutants here and there), with plenty of wild life for hunting and uncontaminated soil for farming. That was what the settlers intended to do, as their colony would begin in the region of Awa. 

[i]It's...so different from Osaka,[/i] Naoko Akagawa, a 16 year old freeman child, who had spent her entire life in the urbanized regions of Osaka City, was caught in awe, every day, by the sights of the wild plant-life, and fantastical animals who inhabited Awa. Her family had taken to farming, a vital role in these times, with food so short. 

Naoko sat by her father's side, as he was milking some cows, with Naoko taking the buckets of milk out to a cooled storage area, until they were needed. 

"Naoko-Chan, while you are there, bring me back two bags of corn meal, and all the rice that we have stored in the blue case." 

"Okay!" Naoko said, hurrying to get the items, and placing them into her father's truck as they got ready to deliver the goods to the nearby Samurai house in the town. A payment, to continue living in the Daimyo's lands. The Agriculture that could be attained in the Awa region, and soon all of Shikoku, would be able to sustain further conquests, and feed the hungry people of Osaka. 

[h2]Kyoto, the City of Ronin[/h2]
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Moriko awoke early, as she usually did when with a client, as she moved over to the bathroom to wash herself. Kyoto, a city with much to see, but with a population too dead inside to appreciate its beauty. The first to fall, and the last to rise up again, the city existed outside the jurisdiction of any Daimyo, largely granted by the Shogun as a place for exiles, a place beyond the Pale that Ronin, Criminals, Shinobi, and other illicit figures could reside in with little to hide. Due to its political autonomy, Kyoto was built, and remains, a communally owned location, a city founded on the misery of the exiled and damned. 

Moriko was no different, she remembered vividly of how her clan cast her out, for her actions towards a Korean Tribe the encroached upon the Clan's territories, and in response, ordered an attack on the tribe, not realizing that the clan had secured an alliance with this Korean Tribe, the Haeju. As a result, the entire band was declared in infamy, and were given the choice of suicide or exile. 

Moriko cursed herself in this memory, chosing to flee her clan, to Kyoto, than to die by her own hand. Perhaps, this was a fitting punishment for her, to wander the earth, doing what need be to survive. But, something seemed odd today. The ronin took note that her client was not in bed anymore, but had taken off, though she could hear activity coming from a nearby room; the clacking of keys, and a faint voice. Not of the opperator, but of some kind of transmission, first in a language she had never heard, and finally in Japanese. Mokoto looked out the window of the bedroom, her eyes widening as she saw a massive balloon ship, in the sky above the various pagodas and temples, with astonished onlookers pointing. Her ears perked up as she heard the familiar voice of the client say a line

"I have sent you the message, we will make contact and relay to the Shogun."

[b]Shinobi...[/b], Moriko, thought, as she heard the heavy footsteps move towards the room once more. Moriko fell into a false sleep, as the Ninja returned to the room, and gently shook her to wake her up. "Miss, I do not mean disrespect, but I feel you should return home now."

Moriko obliged and walked out of the door, but stuck by, curious as to what would happen next. 

The Ninja spoke, broadcasting it to the strange source of the frequency. 
"Hello, Strangers. Your signal is unusual to us, and we, the People of Kyoto, would like for you to make contact with us. We do not recognize your vehicles, nor its symbols. We request that you land near the city of Kyoto, at the following Coordiantes, and a group will meet with you." 

As the Shinobi got up, Moriko decided to walk a bit away to, make it seem like she was walking abit, but, she failed, as she heard his voice as he opened the door. "I know you have been listening Ronin," Moriko froze, and turned to him. 
"We will be in need of Mercenaries to approach these foreigners, so I will be conscripting you, and a few other Ronin, to come with myself and a few others to meet with them. You will comply, or you will be killed." 

Moriko paused, and nodded. "Okay, I will come with." 

"Good, now, we will be meeting in a field not too far from the Shrine of Raijin, let us head out there at once."


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Occupied or Colonized Areas are in the brighter purple.
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