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March 10th

The city of Vashaqamak tells many stories ever since the first stone was laid by the Parakans. The tall buildings, the temperate climate and the incesant sounds of civilization, locomotives, factories and music. For if one was to summarize Vashaqamak in a couple words those would be the ones they would use.

The history of the city began when the first founders of the Republic, revolutionary general and first president of the Republic Kayutar realized that in order to build a new and strong nation that could stand against the Euranians on the same ground, the republic needed for a new capital that would show the values fo the new republic. A city of strength and of freedom. For that very reason, Kayutar gave those who had supported land in what would become the new city, as well, as his soldiers who became the first settlers of the city.

One could say that the city begins and ends with the central plaza, a very large plaza where many of the iconic government buildings are to be found, from the presidential palace to the ministry of finance and the ministry of defense, and at the very center of the plaza a tall statue of a man and a woman extending their arms to the sky, a clear symbol that the Parakans embraced their future with hope and freedom, for we are all the same under the sky.

The city follows a mix of Etelian and local style of buildings, for many in the first years of the Republic, the cities of Etelie were seen as a good example as to how a city was to be structured and made, with wide roads and wide sidewalks. Tall and wide buildings made with strong materials that served to give the buildings their own personality even if some of them weren't exactly all that practical. Nonetheles, one can not deny that the early choices for the construction of the republican capital have had a great influence on the contemporary arquitectural movements of Paraka.

The Ramaray river is also another geographical feature of the city, this navigable river ends up on the eastern coast of the Republic and has served the capital industrial growth well, allowing for the relatively cheap transport of goods to the sea. Another feature of the city,a lthough, less notable is the use of trams and a subway system within the city that help with the transport of people, between the many districts and from one side of the river to the other in a rather fast way.

Another thing to be said about the city regards its inhabitants, who have taken pride in living on the capital of the Republic ever since its inception (not to forget that the first settlers were soldiers), many of them living on the oldest of houses that have been well maintained and sometimes even become museums if the need arises. Many industrialists and successful bussinessmen have also taken residence within the center of the city, often buying entire blocks to house their newly built mansions that also work as their company's headquarters. Albeit some of them have start to move to more isolated places, where they can run their bussiness on a more peaceful manner.

The entrepenurial spirit of the modern Paraka seems to have also originated from the capital, where many companies that today are considered behemoths such as COMAY had their begginings on the capital were they competition was little everywhere and continues to be to today, for if a man wants to sell something he will have to take into account thousands of entrepeneurs who would sell the same cheaper and better. For that very same reason, there have been come cases were two companies hired tugs to sabotage other company and if often ended in a rather ugly brawl if both companies had done the same. In some rarer cases, government officials were hired to make "mistakes" that would rise the tax rate of a certain company or even make a company pay a fine it didn't had to.

Meanwhile, some workers dream of becoming like those men with their nice suits and wallets made out of exotic Serranthian leather, those men are the men that sometimes manage to beat their previous bosses in their own game and build from the ground up new companies that only expand and expand, in one of the most competitive markets in the world.

The government most of the time has to handle these large companies and make sure they are supervised to a certain extent and that they do follow the law, even if not sometimes that same law allows them to do certain things that some would think are wrong. In conclusion, in Vashaqamak one can find of everything, from the early hopeful past of the republic to the current rapid industrial advancement of the nation, that doesn't let a man take a breath if he doesn't want to lose on the grand game of bussiness that almost everyone is playing.

The recent invention of the Segaso Modello 1 had created an immense amount of publicity surrounding its creation lauding its’ creator, Francisco Pereilla, as innovative. Hundreds of cars have been sold throughout both Ustrela and the world with the streets of Viande seeing their use almost immediately upon release. Skeptics, despite the initial success of Segaso, criticize the limited appeal of the automobile. Claiming that it’s immensely expensive, unreliable, and niche. The president of Ustrela, Armando Prats, added to the automobiles legitimacy as a modern mode of transportation by personally purchasing a Segaso Modello himself. Stating that “The Segaso is a fascinating and innovative Ustrelian invention, one that I plan on supporting.” Though the future viability of the automobile industry is unpredictable, Ustrela remains at the forefront of innovation.



The man sat nervously staring out into the endless crowd of faces. Hundreds of friends and family gathered together for a rather extravagant event. Each individual watching him and the speaker carefully as his achievements are listed in a monotone voice. “For excellent command during the battle of the Setawa straight, the battle of the Ustrelian Gulf, the battle of the Sancho River…” The list continued for several minutes before the speaker finally finished. “These are the accomplishments and leadership necessary in Ustrela. A man whom has earned himself infamy among our nation's enemies and renown among our citizenry. As such, the nation of Ustrela and her people would like to grant Captain Sebastián Zoido admiralty in order to command this republics fleets and lead them to victory.”

The sound of a steady rhythmic applause could be heard from the audience as Admiral Sebastián Zoido stood to take his place on the stage. He began by clearing his throat and beginning his speech “I’d like to thank the many friends and family who accompany men to this ceremony. Many of you, I’m sure, probably wonder my feelings towards earning this achievement. A position held highly, not only amongst my peers, but by the entirety of the nation. To express how I feel I’ll summarize it by saying simply this, it’s about damn time.” Zoido let off a slight smirk, followed by a loud chuckle throughout the crowd. “Either way, I’m eager to celebrate this accomplishment. I only pray to god that the politicians don’t make me work hard to keep it.”



March 2nd 1905,

I’ve awoken to the sound of the sea crashing against the Luca Carballal as it steadily rocks side to side. Fresh ocean air filling my lungs for the first in many months. This, surprisingly to most, is the hardest part of the journey. Unlike the excitement of exploring new and forgotten lands of primitive peoples or the sense of comradery felt throughout the ship during the final stretch back to civilization, the start is always awkward. Understanding that the crew of the ship are amicable and the captain, while rather dull, has good intentions, it’s rather difficult to converse among a crew that you’re not familiar with. Thus ultimately I long for companionship, a friend or colleague whom I can challenge myself both intellectually and spiritually.

March 8th 1905,

Praise be god, I’ve grown fond of Commander Carlos Moruga. The naval officer on board the Luca Carballal so happened to be well read in similar fields of study such as biology, history, and archaeology. Expressing a deep interest in the lost tribes of Kimbeto rumored to have founded a mighty empire in the jungles of Serranthia alongside vasts amounts of forgotten riches. Though doubtful of discovering such treasures, I can’t help but feel his enthusiasm for their discovery.

March 17th 1905,

Though Commander Morgua appears to be a fine gentleman and scholar, the same couldn’t be said for his Captain. Captain Jonathan Vera, a crude individual, has recently gotten on my nerves. I’d at first thought the man to be a bit dull yet well intentioned, this judge of character has so far been proven to be far from the truth. I’d come to this conclusion initially due to his insistent, and outdated, understanding of the field of anthropology. Misunderstanding the core concepts of the science itself, believing me to be “indistinguishable from a historian or archaeologist.” At first such an insult was ignored, primarily due to my belief that he was simply taught an ill mannered education. However, this abrasiveness, this crudeness towards my field of study has nearly caused me to snap. Questioning the authenticity of my work, education, and capabilities. Had I not been employed a handsome sum to carry out this expedition, I’d jumped ship yesterday.

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The Illesian Kingdom

The Chief Engineer of a fairly small machining company, Northman Machining, quietly strode through their small machining shop. The employees were hard at work creating parts necessary mainly for farm equipment maintenance, as agriculture was big business in the Illesian Kingdom and mechanization of it in particular had really taken hold in the past years. As he looked on at the parts of a steam engine being built, a younger engineer stepped next to him and handed the Chief a newspaper, excitedly pointing at the front page, "Look at this Charles, there's a government-sponsored contest that wants contestants to submit prototypes for an automobile in a year."

Charles Amlore, the Chief Engineer, took hold of the newspaper and read it carefully, the slight wrinkles on his face moving ever so subtly before his eyebrows arose in amazement, "Really? And the prize is.... ten million cesars as seed money to make an automobile company? Good Lord. That seems rather excessive."

The younger engineer ignored this critique, his blackened face smiling, "I bet if the engineering team got together and asked Señor Ernan to help fund us, we could definitely submit a working prototype in a year!"

"Robére, relax. There's plenty of time. I'll go ask him about it as well. You tell the others about this contest and get a consensus on who wants in." Patting the younger man's shoulder, Charles chuckled a bit, "Even if we don't win, it'll be a fun exercise."

Twenty minutes later, Charles was standing in the office of Señor Ernan, presenting the news article to the grizzled old man, "I do believe in the capabilities of the Engineering team, sir. This new creation, the automobile, is extremely interesting and we have all the tools we need in the shop to create parts for a prototype. Within a year, we can absolutely pull this off, and if we win, that's a ridiculous sum of money to create our own automobile company."

Señor Ernan considered the article for a few minutes from behind his glasses before looking up above them at Charles, then setting the newspaper down and leaning back in his seat that protested heavily of the heavy man sitting on it, "How much do you want, Charles?"

"Enough funds to purchase two Forino 4HP motors, two Segaso Modello 1's, and two Karqasia Model V's, as well as to get them here to Illesia. We also need the materials and tools to produce our own parts and such, but the engineering team will do this on our own time."

Ernan took a slow, deep, nasally breath as he considered the numbers and risk involved. It wasn't a particularly large amount of money, but it was a fair amount considering Northman Machining wasn't that big. And even if it failed, Ernan could always just resell the purchased automobiles. Finally, he smiled but tapped his desk twice, "You'll have your money, Charles, but I want 51% ownership of the company that results if you win. The remaining ownership can be divided between the engineering team as you all see fit. Also, if you fail, the automobiles are mine to do with as I see fit. Understood?"

Charles took a deep bow, thanking Señor Ernan, "Thank you very much sure. I'm sure the team will greatly enjoy this challenge."

Later that night, Charles and the engineering team of five others sat together in his Charle's parlor at his home, smoking cigars and bandying about names for their little group.

"Illesia United!"

"Farin Express."

"What the fuck does Farin even mean?"

"Piss off, Samuelle."

"I've got it, King's Express."

"To hell with that, we're not owned by the King."

"Well then, you suggest a better name."

"Uhm..."

"How about this: Yorvagr Motor Company."

Everyone seemed quiet for a few seconds, before Charles asked the young man who proposed the name, Harold Yngold, "That name sounds familiar, what does it mean?"

"Yorvagr was the old God of Lightning. Feels right to me," explained Harold, a great burly man with an enormous red beard who more resembled the Dwarves of legend than a human.

There was some small criticism of the name from one member of the group, but they quickly came to accept it. That night, they decided to pool their wealth together along with the funds given by Ernan to form the Yorvagr Motor Company, setting in motion the purchases and logistics necessary to get all six of the cars and engines they needed to Northman Machining. One of each automobile or engine would be left untouched so as to have a reference for how it worked in the first place, while the other automobile or engine would be disassembled and examined closely. With Charles Amlore at the head of the group of six total, together they began their journey towards the emergence of the Yorvagr Motor Company upon the world stage a year later...

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The Illesian Kingdom, Concise History, Basic Government Structure

The Illesian Kingdom is a fairly old Monarchy that dates back centuries, from a time when it was once composed of three separate Monarchies that fused themselves together under one crown, which is the source of the flag representing the Three Old Crowns. Never one to rush to war, the Illesians tended to focus on their people and maintaining relations with other powers, ensuring their existence with a defensive-focused army and diplomatic alliances. The nobility of Illesia is absolutely still present, though as the Kingdom advances further into the modern era, they have seen their power decline more and more as a growing middle class begins to take hold and wield increasing influence and sway with the government.

It is a Kingdom that exists with King Avandre VII at the very top of the power hierarchy, theoretically wielding absolute power and the ability to overrule any decision made within the Kingdom, though the Kings of Illesia have refrained from the use of such power since the beginning of the Monarchy, instead delegating portions of their power and jurisdiction to underlying Committees formed of men more knowledgeable in areas of governance than the Kings. The Committees send their determinations and suggestions to the King to be checked and either accepted or rejected, allowing for oversight and control over the Committees' powers. Thus, both executive and legislative power are distributed among the Committees but ultimately held fully by the King or Queen themselves.

Judicial power is also derived from the Crown, with a series of High Courts and Lower Courts arranged in a descending hierarchy dealing with increasingly more mundane issues. Appeals can be submitted such that cases can climb the hierarchy and eventually be presented before the King, but it is extremely rare for the King to care to decide a judicial case, usually leaving the decisions to the highest court in the land, the Supreme Court of Illesia, which derives its power directly from the King or Queen themselves.

The Military, meanwhile, stands also directly beneath the King, with the Monarch able to order them to do exactly what they wish, though again, the Illesian Monarchs usually take a back seat to the running of the military, instead leaving it to two Triumvirates that head either the Army or the Navy. High-level decisions require the majority approval of their respective Triumvirate, with the command structure descending hierarchically from there.

The old men all laughed as they sat around the table drinking their wine and eating their cheese. “I must admit, this reminds me of the time under his father. He would never come to meetings too busy having fun being loved by his people. But we must talk about what is going to happen in the east. The kaiser is going to allow the cadian’s access however I imagine for free to cease the holy empire increasing in strength. But I say what if we send orders demanding payment for the access.” Minister Braun said. The men laughed and nodded then took a moment and thought about if they could do it. However before they could continue the Kaiser entered and slammed his fist on the ground “The damned Holy Empire and City state seem to be at it and we’re right on the corner of history gentlemen. Inform the Melgarian King to allow the Cadian’s access through their country, this shall serve as a message no minor nation shall be allowed to be harassed by a larger one.” The kaiser said “Send that immediately and now let us begin discussing real work like a better set of weapons.

It seemed that Itherae's offer to make peace between the two quelling nations of Julia and Vigentino had fallen upon deaf ears, while both parties may have once been open to the idea of peace it was lost. Queen Athena Tyroli had very little words to say over the incident of the Julian revolt in March, regarding it more as "... a sad instability that let war-mongers unsheathe their blades and set upon the world in a blaze of smoke and and fire..." While Itherae's stance on the declaration of war was more or less neutral, the government within the Great Empire of Helrox decided to far the flames further by allowing Cadian troops to move through the territory in aid of the City-State of Julia. Upon word of this, the Queen's own words were, "I am not surprised that the Helroxi Government would fuel the fans of war in such a manner, it sickens me to see such leaders of powerful nations not realize the full weight of their actions. I pray that Cadia see sense in not raising their banner for war as it would only bring destabilization to our own nation as well."

Later that day, Queen Athena and most members of the Supra Dobranie convened later that day to speak of what to do on the situation regarding the chance that Cadia does aid it's 'ally' in a war against the Great Power of Vigentino. Little word has come out of the regarding the meeting but many speculate that soldiers may be moved to the border in an attempt to be sure that actions of Cadia do not destabilize Itherae itself nor her ally, Cydernia, so it would be likely there would be communications between both nations on what would be the best course of action the two would take together given the Trakovski Accord that had been signed earlier in the year.

Many hope that the High Kingdom will not have to begin fighting it's own war as it has proven in the past and, in the case of Cydernia, is always a costly affair. The Itheraen Government did not want to end up in the same state that Cydernia had once been in, in major debt and a an overall unstable backwater. That is why Itherae was hesitant on considering going to war, however, with hushed talks in private, it seems that only the Supra Dobranie would now the official Itheraen response to such a contingent. However, Alexandros Basae, Superintendent of the Army, stated that "Should Itherae be threatened with the possibility of total instibily of the region, she will not be afraid to defend herself and her ally of Cydernia."

The world would watch Julia and Vigentino fight and Cadia would be the final arbiter of what Itherae would do. May they make the correct choice.

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Vincenzo de Fino stretched his legs as he rose from bed. He was pulling a lost shirt over his underclothes, when there was a heavy pounding on the door. He frowned, waiting for a few moments and almost dismissing it as his imagination until there was another heavy pounding on the door.

Vincenzo had once been a well-known figure in the town of Pefina, but after his wife's sudden death he had retreated away. The town sat in the valley far below where he had now made his home, a simple thatched house that served him fine. With a river running down the mountain past him, and a small farm that he had set up, with chickens, pigs and a garden of vegetables, Vincenzo was able to live a comfortable life, keeping himself to himself. The pounding at the door was a suprise. He had had no visitors, nor desired any, for almost three years.

Pulling on a rough cotton pair of trousers, Vincenzo limped slightly across the room, and pulled open the door. On the other side of it, stood a soldier. Clad in the resplendent uniform of the Vigentino Imperial Guard, with a rifle slung over one shoulder, Vincenzo looked the young man up and down for a moment, frowning.

"Can I help you?"

The soldier nodded curtly before replying, his voice measured and clipped.

"Good afternoon, Mr de Fino. I'm here to ensure that order is being maintained, and to ask that you accompany me down to Pefina."

Vincenzo frowned again.

"The orders perfectly fine up here. And why do you want me to come down? Haven't been down there for years."

"I understand, sir. But the Vigentino Imperial Guard have been brought in, and as a non-Julian, you are being evacuated from the region."

"Now come on, what's the meaning of this? I'm no Julian, but I'm no Vigentian either, parents are both Mashiran truth be told."

"Of course, sir. The Julian's have been rioting, and our orders are to ensure their safety passage back to their own territory, for the good of the region. But we fear it will still come to war, and have been ordered to ensure non-Julian civilians are given passage to the safety of other Vigentino regions."

Vincenzo grumbled under his breath for a moment, before shrugging slightly.

"I've heard stories of the last war that came through here, and I don't want to get caught up in the next one. Give me a second to pack my things"

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It was on the newspapers, it was on the walls and most importantly it was being heard right at this moment, in the grand plaza of the republic, where the vice-president was announcing to the whole public that he had been given the honor of organizing the Vashaqamak's Industrial Exposition to be held from October to November of this year, barely a couple months away. After all, the exposition wasn't meant to be a grand event the likes of the Marsera World Exposition in 1899 or the Grand Exhibit of Vermaka in 1902, for it was meant to promote science and invention to a broader public, to the working class and everyone who wished to attend.

The price of the tickets was barely $2 dollars, less than 2% of the average national wage and although truth be told, the fair was paid by the citizens of the republic, it also meant that many more could attend in stark contrast with other private expositions and exhibits, which were meant to have a profit, although, sometimes they didn't achieve their goals.

Many companies were expected to attend both national and foreign alike. Be it arms companies, railway companies, the newest airship companies, the automobile company. For many this presented an opportunity like never before, for some it meant a waste of public taxes and for others the chance to present to the wider Parakan populace their inventions.

One of the posters for the exhibition portrayed the typical street's man family, all taken by the hand going to the exhibit and below it in big letters said "They will go see the future, will you?" . It had been made by artist Ñaran Iqtay, a not very well known artist but with a style that certainly appeal the common populace.



With Tensions rising on Eurania and with newly found political will to strenght the army, the minister of defense Ameyalli Coeget had been assigned to conduct a recruitment campaign around the country in hopes of having a big enough army to protect the peace of the republic, for the motto of the campaign was "Peace through Strength"

For the state of the army had long been neglected and many historians and contemporaries will agree that it was because the republic of Paraka had never seen a need for a big army, after all, it was isolated from the rest of the world by two large oceans and its two neighbours didn't pose much of a threat to the republic, however, president Armaq Talaqo had long been a man who wished to see the Republic strong and healthy, stable and prosperous, without corruption and without fears.

Soon enough, recruitment centers were established on major cities and thus the recruitment campaign started.

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In light of a recent discovery in the mistake on the ticket price of the Exhibit, the ministry of finance quickly changed it on announcements and posters, thus making the ticket price 1 cent per person. Several posters have been changed and an apology has been given. The Vice-President who doesn't exactly thinks fine of mistakes has fired the persons in charge of the ticket prices and also apology in other meetings and asked the newspapers to inform of this mistake.

As well, as the funds for the exhibit had to be raised in $100,000 to counteract this mistake with PR campaign.

It is said that Vice-President was almost as red as blood when he was informed of the mistake and after hours of reprimands, continued the organization and rectified the mistake, even if at the cost of a couple of jobs.

OOC: Price of the ticket for the Vashaqama's exhibit was changed to 1 cent per person.

Alongside the new announcements, a listed was published announcing which companies had been invited to the exhibit.
-Paraka State Industrial Services[Arms][Paraka]
-Arsay Electric[Electricity][Paraka]
-Marsaran Studios[Moving Pictures][Paraka]
-Karqasia Auto Co. [Automobiles][Paraka]
-Eastern Pictures[Moving Pictures][Paraka]

The rest of foreign companies that wish to attend will have to pay a fee of $10,000 and pay for their own expenses.

Finally, this is how the Exhibit has been organized:
Entrance Fee for Foreign Companies: $12,500
Entrance Fee for National Companies, not invited directly: $5,000
Entrance Fee to natural persons: $0.05

All the money collected by the fees will be equally divided for the top three national companies.

When one joins the military, often times they expect to be served adequate food on their stay in the barracks, it was simply common courtesy back in Itherae. Yet, in the Confederacy of Hokkan-Shirito, the food was, simply put, rancid in almost all regard with a basic shred of any idea of what a man needs to eat in order to work properly. Rice and maggots was by no means what a civilized man was to be intended to eat, maybe the Faresian savages could live off such measly portions, but not a prideful and stronger Itheraen man, who was more used to eating a selection of bread, pork, and a side of greens.

However, these men would do as they were told, after all, High Command was doing what it could and they were on the other side of the world, but why was their meeting point not specified? Why would they have to sit here in kólasi with a bunch of men that had likely taken four of them while they were sleeping? None of the remaining thirty-two knew exactly, but at the very least they had a roof over their head and some shelter from the strange slums that they resided in. What was worse is that none of them really knew anything that these people would say, no customs knowledge, not even the basic culture was stated to them.

Yet, in the little time they were there, the one translator that they had with them was able to bargain for some better arrangements, primarily in the way of food that was not maggot infested. That translator happened to be a Hokkan man who had studied some basic Itheraen, and while he did not know that basic nuances of the language, which likely would have gotten him laughed out of town back in the High Kingdom by her majesty and the paupers alike, he got them the standard rice but even better, some actual protein from the market, primarily cattle, or was it horse? None of them cared, they were simply happy to have actual meat rather than some bugs that would often cause men to shiver.

That translator, Hong Daici, seemed to be very nice to them as well as eager to train under them as he was a part of kólasi’s militia. While he was technically a civilian, he told the Itheraens that he had dreams of serving under the Mikkado and doing what he wished to be the very best soldier that he could possibly be for his nation.

The Itheraen’s felt the man’s patriotism, in fact it actually brought out a tear from Lieutenant Georgious Draguomis, who had done little other than complain about their living conditions, as he was reminded of when he wanted to serve the kingdom proud in the name Her Majesty Queen Athena. Many of the men were also moved, and some even had questioned if they truly wished to leave and let this foreign man to whatever fate had in store for him. In fact, Hong had earned their respect, which was rare for Itheraens who viewed themselves as better than many Faresians, and was given the title of ”Mikrós aderfós” which translated to “Little Brother” in Itheraen as many of the men had grown fond of his presence, rather than just seeing him as some translator.

Yet, many of the Itheraens, including one Artillery Officer, Jayr Mikos, grew worried of the four who had gone missing in the night, so much so that the men began to fight amongst one another to form a search party and find them, despite having been a few weeks since the incident and their trail likely having gone cold after their first attempt to find them by asking the people when they didn’t have Mikrós aderfós with them. However, there was also the argument that if they stayed then eventually the Confederacy would dispatch officials to go take them to their proper location so that they could fulfil orders. This quickly turned into a heated argument and somewhere down the line Jayr and Georgious had gotten into a scuffle after Jayr claimed Georgious did not care for his Itheraen brothers. This, in turn, led to a holy painting that had been hung in the militia barracks being destroyed.

Several Hokkan men were grievously offended by the act, throwing insults at the men, who had little clue as to what they were saying but one of them knew enough Itheraen, from having heard the officer’s incessant complaining, to say “Whore Queen Athena.” That was the last line drawn, Jayr challenged the man to a duel in the dawn out in the densest woodlands they could find, which none of the officers were sure if it was even legal. It had been accepted and all men, including Hong swore to secrecy.

Jayr, being armed himself with a revolver, and the militia man who had been named as Chu were escorted into the jungle by some of the officers and other militia men, as well as Hong. The two men turned their backs to each other the moment that they had reached their destination, after both said prayers to their respective faiths, the countdown was commenced. Hong regarded it as the most tense feeling he has ever had when in the presence of the Itheraens, not knowing that they would be violent enough to take a life if someone insulted their Queen, which he viewed as lesser to the Mikkado. Once the countdown finished, only a single shot had been fired and a bullet had landed itself firmly in Chu’s chest, who had little time to draw up his own weapon. The shot had gone through the heart of the Hakkon and was lodged firmly in his spine, he bled out in seconds.

Silently, all the officers were taken back to the barracks while some of the others took Chu to be buried. None of them uttered a word, everyone would comply to their promises. All the officers would remain silent that day, then the argument was settled, they would wait for Confederate officials to come to them.