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The Imperium of Hiron


Restructuring and Expansion of the Imperial Army

The Imperium of Hiron had been lacking in the size of the Army for decades, having focused almost solely on the Navy in order to safeguard the island nation that had primarily kept to itself. However, looking out across the Sea towards the Armies of the Meung, Radena, Violette, and Tara, it was clear that that needed to change immediately. The lack of a Marine component in particular was particularly concerning to high level staff within the Imperium, whilst nations such as Violette fielded their own Marines. It was with this in mind that the 1900 Military Restructuring and Expansion Act was passed. Its contents were thusly;

1900 Military Restructuring and Expansion Act

All able-bodied male citizens of the Imperium at the age of eighteen, regardless of class, prestige, or family income, must register for the Imperial Draft and maintain an updated address to be contacted at. The Draft does not require that all male citizens serve a term, however, their name shall be entered into a lottery from which their name may be randomly drawn as necessary to replace a soldier or sailor who is retiring, killed, or otherwise leaving the service of either the Navy, Army or Reserves of either service. Their name may also be randomly drawn in the event that the Emperor orders, at his own discretion, the expansion of either service. Their name shall be withdrawn from the lottery upon the citizen's twenty-seventh birthday or proven death.

If a citizen is selected for service, they shall be contacted to report to the nearest recruitment office to receive their first set of orders telling them where to report for training. If a citizen does not report to a recruitment office after two weeks, they shall be found, given one last chance to accept service or prove they are not able-bodied, and if they simply refuse to accept service while still being able-bodied, shall be summarily shot as a traitor to the Imperium. Any citizen selected for service this way shall be known as a conscript and have a two-year term of service, will start with the rank and pay grade of E-1 (Enlisted-1) after training, and will not be capable of receiving promotions. Their position in either the Army or Navy shall be determined based on the citizen's mental and physical aptitudes which are determined during training and with an aptitude test.

In contrast to the Imperial Draft, any able-bodied male citizen of the Imperium from sixteen to thirty can request enlistment in the Army, Navy, or Reserves of either service. It is entirely at the discretion of the Army or Navy to accept or decline the applicant based on the needs of either service. Enlistment acceptance shall have nothing to do with class, prestige, or family income. Acceptance is based purely on the needs of the military and the demonstrated aptitudes of the applicant. The applicant can accept a four-, eight-, or ten-year enlistment. Enlisted service members shall have the appropriate rank and pay grade of E-2 after training. Promotions shall be weighted towards those with longer enlistment terms. Placement within either service will also be determined based on mental and physical aptitudes.

Any able-bodied male citizen aged eighteen to thirty of the Imperium may also apply for commission as an Officer in the Imperial Army or Navy. Officer selection is a highly rigorous process that takes into account education, mental and physical aptitude, social capability, and prior military service. Selected applicants shall be given orders to report to the Imperium's Officer Training School to begin training. If the applicant passes training, they shall be commissioned as an Officer in either the Imperial Army or Navy, and start with the rank and pay grade of O-1 (Officer-1). Officers are not allowed to voluntarily leave the service of the military nor do they have a defined end to their term of service. They must submit a formal request for separation or retirement. The possibility of separation begins after a term of ten years, and retirement after twenty. Promotion and placement for positions is entirely dependent on the officer's merits.

All Active Duty Enlisted and Officer personnel shall receive thirty days of Leave per year. Active Duty Conscripts receive fourteen days of Leave. Reservists receive no Leave. Leave is a period of time wherein the Enlisted, Officer, or Conscript member is not required to be on station, but can be revoked during times of crisis or emergency. Revocation of Leave due to crisis or emergency allows the service member to make use any Leave lost by revocation after the crisis or emergency has passed.

Pay grades are subject to change, but even service members with a grade of E-1 shall receive enough of a salary to place them firmly within the lower third of the Middle Class. Rank names are specific to each service.

Active Duty service members, when not on Leave, must be on station. Reservists, if not called to duty during a time of crisis or emergency, must report for annual training and spend a minimum of two months on station, primarily to relieve Active Duty service members on leave. The Reserves may be called to duty at any time and for any reason, and shall be released from it once their strength is no longer needed.

The Marine Corps shall be established under the Navy, but is primarily autonomous. Its job is to project power via the naval vessels of the Imperium and to be trained primarily in amphibious infantry warfare. They will be ready to ship out and hit the beaches and coasts of any Imperial enemy at a moment's notice.

Finally, the military is hereby commanded to recruit or draft enough members to reach the following strengths within two years:

Army: 200,000 Active Duty Soldiers
6,600 Army Officers
300,000 Reservist Soldiers

Navy: All Sailors necessary to fully man all Imperial Vessels, as well as all Sailors needed off-vessel in logistics.
50,000 Active Duty Marines
1,700 Marine Officers
75,000 Reservist Marines

End of 1900 Military Restructuring and Expansion Act


The Act was a sweeping reform of the dilapidated old system of the Imperium which scarcely mentioned officers, and merely required that 2 in 100 citizens serve a mandatory 2-year term of service. The Emperor even came forth during its announcement to categorize the Act as, "Perhaps the single greatest change to the Imperial Military, one in which the military has now become a Gateway to the Middle Class for any impoverished Hironese man prepared to fight valiantly for his country!"

Colonial Ambitions of the Imperium

With the Radenan land grab of Wenshou island as well as what were once the Malik Islands, it was clear to the Imperium that the Radenans could not be trusted to keep their goddamned nose out of Settumu. With that in mind, the following proclamation was given by the Emperor,

Proclamation of the Emperor: Kyio, Setu, Mado, and Calipher Islands Are Now Imperial Soil

"The Imperium of Hiron hereby lays claim to the Kyio, Setu, Mado, and Calipher Islands as the territory of the Imperium. Any other nation attempting to colonize or otherwise take any of these islands shall be seen as committing an act of war against the Imperium by setting foot upon Imperial soil. Any Hironese company or citizen seeking to settle these islands is welcome to do so by purchasing a land claim from the government. Investigation of natural resources is also welcome and encouraged. Any settlers moving to the islands shall have an Imperial Naval Escort of at least one destroyer on the journey and if any natives become restless, the might of the Imperial Army shall be used to subdue them. The government shall shortly be appointing Governors for the islands once a population begins to establish itself."

End Proclamation


Radenan Greed, Meung Carelessness

With the Radenan purchase of Wenshou Island out from under the Hironese, the Imperium found itself caught off-guard. What was once believed to be a reasonable nation that could be worked with for trade had now displayed itself to have further ambitions beyond what were just the Malik Islands. It was a move that angered the Dragon Emperor, particularly since the Imperium had recently attempted to secure Wenshou from the Meung themselves. The Radenans were clearly greedy sons of bitches who could not be trusted, as the Emperor came forth to deliver this speech to the Hironese people,

"Today, I come before you to admit that the Imperium failed to take possession of Wenshou Island. The Grand Kingdom of Meung, with its complete lack of a navy, could not begin to adequately defend it or its people, either from the Imperium or from the Continentals. Because of this, the Imperium sought to bring it under the more wise control and protection of ourselves, where it could be properly nurtured and raised up to its full potential beyond just an agrarian island. We left negotiations with the Meung, deciding that the Imperium would never simply pay for the lands of Meung with money, and assumed the Radenans would simply return to their country.

Yet we were wrong. The Radenans decided to display a side the Imperium had not seen before; one of intense ambition and greed. They took control of Wenshou by throwing money at the Meung, and the Meung practically sold their people away for some petty cash. Both of these nations are to be condemned. Radena, for taking what should rightfully be Imperial soil right now, and Meung, for selling their land and people, knowing full well few Settumese can or want to pick up their roots and move. The Imperium will never sell its land or people for money. Every citizen and acre of land is invaluable to the common wealth of us all. Because of this, neither nation can be trusted, and believe me, both shall receive the proper punishment in due time. Thank you, and for the Imperium!"


The Imperium of Hiron


The Imperium of Hiron had initially accepted the mediation of Radena begrudgingly, but with the mounting tensions and news of war circulating from the Continent, as well as the inevitably long period of time it would take for the Radenans to pick their men and send them, it perhaps came as no surprise when the diplomatic delegation from the Imperium simply picked up and left without hardly a word to the Meung. Not long after, any remaining Hironese diplomats in Meung vacated the country, completely severing any and all diplomatic lines of communication between the two nations. The only news the Meung were offered involved second-hand accounts by newspapers that the Imperium, and the Dragon Emperor in particular, had made no official statement on the matter. Indeed, the Imperium seemed to be moving in the shadows, possibly preparing for open war with the Grand Kingdom of Meung. Imperial newspapers remained particularly tight-lipped on the matter, refusing to openly declare the coming of war with Meung, though sometimes speculating on the possibility through the debate of "experts."

Joint-Command, Senryu, Hiron, September, 1900

"Show me," ordered the Emperor.

A Hironese strategist motioned carefully to a map of Settumu, some aides moving symbols of naval vessels across the Hironese Sea, "One of our current plans is a pre-emptive strike against the tattered Meung navy. Intelligence will no doubt have pinpointed its location at that point in time, and with overwhelming force, the entirety of the enemy shall be sunk within an hour, possibly even while still in port. At the same time, the 1st Army shall make headway into the lands with extreme prejudice, slaughtering any off-balance, undoubtedly terribly armed and trained Meung divisions, and promptly entrench, burn forests to the ground, mine the approaches, set barbed wire, coordinate kill-zones to funnel the Meung into through the use of terrain, and establish known shot patterns for artillery to quickly rain fire down upon the enemy. Without a navy, the Meung will be completely incapable of simply going around the line, and with the coast available to our forces, they shall have abundant supplies. They shall march directly into a meat grinder, throwing their men into a hell the likes of which Settumu has never seen."

The Dragon Emperor sat idly for a few moments, considering the possibilities before he looked toward the Minister of the Army, Saito Yasujiro, for an opinion. Saito thumbed his chin for a few moments before nodding, "It is certainly an interesting plan, and one we may need to implement. Of course, we must always be ready for any situation, therefore, bring on the next strategist." A series of other Generals and Admirals shortly gave their approval as well. The plan could almost certainly be accomplished.

The former strategist bowed and left as the latter entered, the Dragon Emperor having been careful not to pass judgement on something he was not entirely informed about. It was the duty of the Emperor to listen carefully to his aides as well, even if he himself had grand ideas.

The Office of the Navy, Senryu, Hiron, September, 1900

The Minister of the Navy, Saeki Ieyoshi, sat leaning forward on his elbows onto a desk, his hands intertwined as a rather young Captain made an interesting case, "Sir, it is my belief that the Navy should immediately install wireless telegraphs into all vessels as soon as possible. As we are taught, information is absolutely vital to any war effort, particularly information concerning the enemy, as well as information concerning ourselves. For it is said that one must know both, of course. Now, I know it is expensive to install these devices, but right now, it would give our navy an even greater advantage over that of others. Whilst they are forced to make use of flags and lights to communicate, our navy could make use of radio to communicate, completely hiding the fact it is even communicating at all. If we further embed these communications with code, it will likely be extremely difficult if not impossible to crack our communications and gain access to our fleet actions. Radio is also much faster as well as capable of transmitting quite far with greater clarity, allowing fleets to send scouts further out if necessary, or even receive intelligence from strategically placed submarines. Imagine the increased ability of submarines to ambush prey, sir!"

Saeki considered the man's words for a few moments before bringing up his palm, "You're aware subs move incredibly slowly, yes? You're also aware that theoretically just hearing the presence of radio pulses could indicate the presence of a sub as well."

To this, the Captain merely shrugged, "The same goes for other naval vessels. But that requires they even be listening in the first place. Subs can still make use of flags and normal signals as necessary as can the regular navy when absolute silence is necessary. I understand it will undoubtedly be a significant expense, but the edge is absolutely significant. Imagine even coordinating with wireless telegraphers on land to adjust naval firepower into concentrated bombardments! The possibilities for radio are immense, and honestly, not to mean any disrespect, I believe only fools would dismiss it."

The Minister deliberated for a few more moments before nodding, "I will take your case into account, speak to the other Ministers and higher-ups as well as the Emperor himself if necessary, and we will see what needs to be done. You make a compelling case, Captain Shoku."

Within a few days, it was quickly determined that the total outfit of the Navy would cost an estimated 1.35 million dollars, an acceptable amount considering what the Imperium was beginning to see as a significant edge. The funds were quickly allocated within the budget, orders sent out for the telegraphers, and ships would began receiving orders for when they could come in for retrofitting and training of personnel on the use of the devices.


The Imperium of Hiron


Senryu, Hiron, 1900

The outbreak of war on the Continent was something that had been entirely unpredicted by the high ranking staff of the Imperium, none of whom expected another one so shortly after the end of the Zellonian Conflict as it was called in Hiron. The war was particularly important in that it involved the Empire of Violette, a nation that had been crawling its way into Settumu for a significant amount of time now, and one that had been working to bolster the Grand Kingdom of Meung, arguably the Imperium's arch nemesis since the beginning of time. This conflict had the potential to seriously destabilize the Continent depending on who won and what the victors would take, and it was with this in mind that the Dragon Emperor once more came before his people,

"My brothers and sisters of the Imperium, I come before you today to speak once more of the lands on the other side of the world. Although many of you may believe that what happens there has no little to no effect on those of you here, and many of you may be more concerned with the ongoing negotiations with the Meung, I am forced to make this statement. The Imperium cannot condone the third party entrance of the Empire of Violette into a conflict that should have strictly been between Tyria-Redania and the Itheraeans.

"It is clear that they seek to empower themselves further, an action which is directly opposed to the well-being and future of the Imperium and its people. Any step forward the Veletians take is one more step towards a power struggle with ourselves, and this is a step they will take at the cost of the Tyrians, just as they practically stole the two prides and joys of Zellonia's navy out from beneath her despite having never been involved in that conflict. They are a greedy, power hungry people that threatens the very existence of the Imperium with their ever-expanding colonial tentacles.

"In recognition of this, the Imperium harshly denounces Violette's actions while saying nothing of the plight or lack thereof of Itheraeans in Tyria. The situation commands that the Imperium stand ready to negotiate an arms deal, including but not limited to the new Model 1 rifle once it is completed, with Tyria if they so wish and lend them our support however reasonable to ensure the maintenance of the Continental status quo. Thank you. To the Imperium and its people!"

The Imperium of Hiron


Yujin, Grand Kingdom of Meung

The diplomatic contingent present in Yujin, slowed down by the rather annoying but predictable stalling of the Meung, decided to acquiesce to the mediation requests of the Meung to allow the Radenans to enter the fold. While it was not particularly well understood why Radena had been asked for specifically, considering the outcome of the Second Liubeth Conference, all those present as well as the foreign ministry back home were well aware of the unintentional results that could come out of this conference. Hiron prepared to send its best, brightest, and most cunning to the conference, cautious yet eager to see what would result. The Dragon Emperor himself remained surprisingly silent on the matter besides attending internal talks. Indeed, much of the Imperium's attention was drawn elsewhere, to news circulating in from the Continent about rising tensions between the Veletians, Tyrians, and Itheraeans...



August 9th, 1900, Senryu, Hiron

The wind blew lightly on a sunlit day as a honeybee flew absentmindedly across the ground. Strangely, the ultraviolet light reaching its eyes showed not a single blade of grass beneath it, nor a single flower, a fact that didn't dissuade the incredibly simpleminded animal. What did surprise it, however, was the sudden gust of wind that knocked it hard to the ground, and the splinter of wood that pierced its thorax thereupon. Were it able to cry out in pain, it would've done so, but it was a mere honeybee, one that was killed instantly anyway.

Further down range, the soldier lying prone on the ground looked towards the spotter peering through a small telescope, who announced, "Center mass hit, probably would've been the heart on that one." Considering the distance of 550 meters, such a shot wasn't bad. Head shots were unnecessary most of the time anyway, and as far as the Kalpians talked, usually one bullet was all it took to knock a soldier out of the fight.

The Head of Design of Imperial Arms, Mazuki Sunichiro stood next to the Minister of the Army, Saito Yasujiro behind the soldier and his spotter. Saito clapped his hands together and motioned to have the rifle brought to him. Clasping it, he tossed it up and down a few times, "This is fantastic. Honestly, it might be even better than the Continentals which is a damn good surprise."

To that remark, Mazuki adjusted his glasses, sweating somewhat, "There is one minor problem I haven't worked out yet. The rifle has a tendency to start to jam after three to four hundred rounds. I think it's an issue related to the metal of the receiver in some way, that it's warping, but it would take me some time to resolve. Either that, or perhaps a maintenance issue. We can start production immediately of course, considering the recent issues with Violette, but the jamming issue is likely to persist."

Saito waved him off, handing the rifle back to the soldier, "Don't bother, take your time. Just ensure you fix the problem, alright? The Imperial soldiers don't need their rifles jamming at the worst possible moment. Everything else is fantastic. If it takes a little bit more weight or cost for better metal, or instructing our boys to clean the damn thing better, so be it. I want the Continentals to look at our rifle with envy and perhaps even order them at a premium, haha! I'll explain the delay to the Emperor, don't worry. The Radenans gave us plenty of rifles in the meantime."

Mazuki bowed deeply, gracious that the Minister was so understanding. Indeed, that was probably the best move since this rifle would likely serve the Imperium for a solid number of decades.

August 11th, 1900, Senryu, Hiron

Unceremonious changes to the budget were made, very quietly so considering the issue at hand, as the Dragon Emperor ordered that 23 million more dollars be put into investment in food production in order to resolve the, in his words, "Fucking absurdity that our nation cannot feed its own people on its own. What the fuck happened to our farmers and fishermen after the Radenan deal? Did they fucking stop working?! Why the hell did no one tell me about this earlier?!" The inability of a nation to feed its own people is a massive, glaring national security issue, one that the Imperium needed to address as soon as possible. The investment would be used to fund and spread advancements in farming, as well as techniques such as fishing, in order to maximize food production. Further land would be set aside for agriculture, primarily farming as opposed to animal raising due to inherent inefficiencies in raising animals, and plenty more fishing vessels would be constructed using modern techniques.


August 1st, 1900, Senryu, Hiron

In what may be later seen as a calculated move on the part of the Imperium of Hiron by the Grand Kingdom of Meung due to their recent troubles with the Xiang Warlords, a contingent of diplomats and negotiators sat on the deck of the civilian vessel TES Sakunosho. It was making steam and sail for a port city of the Meung and then riding to the capitol of Yujin to become before their Grand Prince or his representatives.

The leader of the contingent, Suno Iziro, was perhaps the second greatest negotiator and one of the top diplomats of Hiron. He sat lounging on a wooden recliner as the ship rolled upon the waves, a parasol shielding him from the sun whilst smoking a pipe. Iziri looked over at the man to his right, Takana Takano, a man with a peculiar name that it was probably best not to make fun of him for, and then to the man to his left, Aizo Tsutto. Both were rather highly regarded diplomats within the Imperium, apparently asked for by name by the foreign minister.

The contingent was escorted by a mere two Imperial soldiers who were mostly a token guard. Should the diplomats be taken hostage or even executed, the Imperium would undoubtedly declare war upon Meung not long after.

Within Suno Iziro's pocket were their orders, to go to Yujin and offer a treaty between the Grand Kingdom of Meung and the Imperium of Hiron, wherein the island of Wenshou, an island not far off the coast of Settumese Tara containing the cities of Cao and Mung, would be given to the Imperium of Hiron in exchange for the Imperium making no territorial claim to the mainland territory of the Grand Kingdom of Meung for perpetuity for the furtherance of peace between the Imperium of Hiron and the Grand Kingdom of Meung. The diplomats were to make clear that to not accept the treaty was practically to invite war between the two nations, particularly at a time when the Meung were not well-prepared and dealing with the Xiang as well.


Senryu, Hiron

The Minister of the Navy, Saeki Ieyoshi, sat idly thumbing through the daily newspaper when an aide entered. Bowing deeply, they handed him a set of papers. Saeki set the newspaper down and then skimmed over them before picking up a pen and simply writing on each one, 'Finish working up.' Once that was done, the man grumbled to himself and the aide, "Damn captains can't even sail properly, and they forgot their names? The Ramana sinks, leaving us with eleven out of twelve new submarines." Saeki handed the papers back to the aide and quickly returned to his newpaper.

The names of the new submarines were as such, Nettottsu, Uesugi, Takami, Kami, Kamittsu, Tetsu, Ippou, Ichinogyo, Ouzuutsu, Samono, and Ichigo.

As Saeki read the newspaper, the man chuckled a bit, "Surprising, that Zellonia. Managed to take on two Great Powers because of the incompetence of their generals and admirals. Let us hope the Imperium doesn't fall prey to the same kind of mistakes..."
I've actually lost a lot of interest in this, and participation in stats-based RPs has made me keen on those in terms of NRP. I am also considering running my own NRP as well, so someone else can take my place.


The Dragon Imperium of Hiron


April 2nd, 1900, Yufutsu, Hiron

Foreign Minister Miyagawa Tashiaki sat in front of a small table with two diplomats flanking him, taking a sip of his sake and discussing two matters which were particularly important to the Imperium. Looking to the one at his right, he explained, "Dzutsu, you are to set sail with a number of merchant ships to travel to the Tsardom of Radena. Offer them $2,000,000 for 200,000 of their rifles."

Diplomat Dzutsu seemed to cringe at that offer for a moment, drinking his own sake before complaining, "But sir, their rifles are even worse than ours."

Miyagawa waved him off, "That is true, but there are reports that the Imperium may be in need of the rifles before the new designs are available and in production. In addition to this, I want you to approach their Tsar himself or his representative and offer the new 700 ton destroyer schematics as a sign of good faith and relations between the Imperium and the Tsardom. You're going to sail with an escort of five destroyers, Tsuki, Takinaki, Reiryo, Megumi, and Goufuu. I'll be giving them very specific orders to avoid conflicts along the way."

Dzutsu simply nodded at this, before considering all the beautiful Radenan woman he could probably womanize while in the Tsardom, smiling to himself. It had been some time since he'd been there to broker the trade deal between the Imperium and the Tsardom. The Radenans had some hard alcohol too.

The Foreign Minister shortly turned his attention to the other diplomat sitting on his left, Jugo, "Jugo, you're to go to Kalpia and offer them $3,000,000 to station Army Advisors here in the Imperium for two years. Your escort shall be the destroyers Deishun, Dzutsun, and Abiotsu. They'll have similar orders as Dzutsu's escort. In your case though, a single ship besides the escorts shall be taken to Kalpia, and you should return with the advisors. Both of you must return with something, understood? Even if you have to offer somewhat more money."

Jugo nodded, taking a draught of water instead of sake, "So we're looking to pump up the Army then. I'll make sure to take care of it, as I'm sure Dzutsu will as well. We'll see who gets the better deal too."

Laughing harshly, Dzutsu playfully slammed the table with his fist, declaring, "You're on, Jugo!"

April 4th, 1900, Yufutsu, Hiron

The Diplomat Dzutsu is the first to leave port with his retinue of ships and escort, standing at the back of the boat and looking smugly at Jugo who watches him leave from the port. Foreign Minister Miyagawa is nowhere to be seen, having returned to Senryu for various issues. He looks forward to partying hard with the Tsardom's representatives and furthering relations between the two nations, as well as returning with enough rifles to arm the entire Imperial Army.

April 5th, 1900, Yufutsu, Hiron

Diplomat Jugo sets out as well with his escort of destroyers, signficantly more subdued in his behavior considering the rigidity of the Kalpians. His goals are, first and foremost, to acquire the advisors for as long a period of time and for as cheap as possible.

April 17th, 1900, Outskirts of Furuu, Hiron

The sounds of cicadas, chirping birds, rustling grass, and grumbling men woke General Saidzu in the early morning. Light from the Sun illuminated his tent, causing him to rub his eyes before getting out of the small futon lying on the ground and approach his water basin. Splashing some water on his face, the rather young man of 26 years found it easy enough to wake in the morning as he threw on his uniform and exited the tent. Walking over to General Meishii's tent, Saidzu yelled, "Wake up you old bag!"

An incredibly angry looking man with a permanent scowl of 42 years came storming out of it, still looking somewhat disheveled, "I am up, you insolent young fuck! Why do you need to harass me constantly?!"

Saidzu shrugged and adjusted one of the medals on Meishii's uniform, "Because it's easy. And because that's my job. I have to keep you feeling young somehow."

The older man slapped Saidzu's hand away and adjusted his medals himself, before walking away in anger. Behind him, Saidzu called out simply, "See you on the battlefield!"

Half an hour later, the two Generals stood on platforms in front of their respective forces, spread out among the fields outside Furuu, Saidzu having received control of the 1st through 6th Divisions, Meishii the remaining 7th through 13th Divisions.

General Saidzu was perhaps the most unconventional man in the Imperial Army, though that likely wasn't saying much considering the general incompetence of officers in the Hironese ground forces. A man prone to unusual maneuvers and trying new tactics, he had risen through the ranks mostly by just being competent in comparison to his peers, and his young age tended to infuriate those around him, particularly General Meishii, who was a dyed-in-the-wool conservative whose tactics were similar.

That was a fact Saidzu had every intention of taking advantage of as he yelled to his men, many of whom were hardly standing at attention, "Today, I stand before you sorry fucking excuses for an Army," leaders of each individual unit repeating his words in order to spread them throughout all approximately 130,000 men, "Many of whom cannot even remain properly at attention for more than a few minutes, who could probably not withstand a single charge by the Meung, whom would likely dishonor the Emperor, and declare that today, your life of ease ends!"

He thrust his hand out at the assembled men, scanning across them, "It ends, understood?! Today marks the beginning of the future of the Imperial Army as one of the premier forces present upon the surface of this world, one which will one day rival the Kalpians themselves in ruthless, murderous efficiency! When we enter a battlefield, the enemy will recoil in horror and scream, 'God save us from these crazy mother fuckers!' Why? Because we will be the baddest mother fuckers to ever live! We will drink blood and shit lead from how much killing we do!"

The men who at first seemed horrified at the thought of losing their comfortable nights suddenly began to find themselves invigorated as Saidzu continued onward, "Today marks the beginning of some of the hardest months of your lives, but after it, many of you will be far better! Let's begin! 1st through 6th Divisions, you're with me, the rest of you are with General Meishii!"

What followed was the establishment of a straightforward chain of command;

  • General Saidzu
    • Major General Jurun of 1st Active Division
    • Major General Haigo of 2nd Active Division
    • Major General Asano of 3rd Active Division
    • Major General Hitagi of 4th Active Division
    • Major General Ubenito of 5th Active Division
    • Major General Senri of 6th Active Division
  • General Meishii
    • Major General Irito of 7th Active Division
    • Major General Menki of 8th Active Division
    • Major General Nobun of 9th Active Division
    • Major General Futsuru of 10th Active Division
    • Major General Eigoki of 11th Active Division
    • Major General Ijino of 12th Active Division
    • Major General Uubuttsu of 13th Active Division


A simple private in the 1st Active Division, Ichiro Takagami, suddenly found himself thrown in practicing marching maneuvers, listening carefully to the element leader's orders. Anyone who slipped up got themselves and their entire element a series of exercises as punishment, with the regiment leader stepping on the back of the element leader as he exercised for failure to lead. Sweat beaded down the young man's forehead as he did his best to recall all his previous training, worrying intensely about fucking up. It was worse for the element leaders to be honest, but there would undoubtedly be hell to pay for the original offender. Of course, the punishment often didn't stop there, as often entire Divisions were forced to the ground as a pissed off General screamed in the ear of the Major General beneath him. It wasn't a fun day. The march following it wasn't fun either. None of it was fun.

April 20th, 1900, Furuu, Hiron

Ichiro finally managed to catch a bit of breath after being forced to march almost endlessly for two days as the two Armies separate along the coasts of Hiron. The 1st Army as it had come to be known had been ordered to entrench in the cliffs and shores of their homelands in preparation for the fake "landing" of 2nd Army, a fact which had Ichiro digging a machine-gun nest in the side of a fairly high cliff. It was strenuous work, breaking the dirt and rocks with a shovel and sometimes even a pickaxe. But at least it was safer than what some of the men of the 2nd Army below him were doing: learning how to mountain climb with full gear including climbing ropes and hammers.

The private looked down at the group, frowned, sighed, and got back to work as the men around him yelled at the private to pay attention and dig, lest the element leader come get on their ass. Squad leader Gukiro wasn't going to be doing any more pushups apparently.

April 21st, 1900, Furuu, Hiron

A whistle blew, quickly shaking Ichiro to his senses from sleep in the nest, "Holy shit, are we under attack already?! It's not even dawn!"

Gukiro yelled an affirmative and told the men to man to machinegun and open fire on the beach. It was kind of absurd, shooting blanks at their 'enemy', but the Generals were intent on making the war games as realistic as possible. There were even referees hovering nearby shouting at people, "You're dead!" whenever it was appropriate.

The M1899 Prager was a thing of deadly beauty as it 'lit' up the beach, spitting rounds at around 550 per minute. That was almost ten rounds per second. Though of course, if the machinegunner attempted to fire that much, they would be shortly smacked on the back of the head and told to fire a short burst at a time. Ichiro's job of course, was to reload the beast. Of course, carrying the ammunition was a bitch, even blanks.

The assault went on all day and ended with a congratulations to General Saidzu on a good defense.

April 21th, 1900, Furuu, Hiron

The men of 1st Army found themselves forced to march in the middle of the night onto the beaches, Ichiro carrying multiple boxes of ammunition whilst his allies carried either real rifles or wooden fakes, another absurd requirement of the Army for realism. It was a stunning sight though, thousands upon thousands of men spread out another beach. And in front of them, various traps and trenches awaited.

The whistle sounded almost immediately as the men of 1st Army rushed forward, trying to capitalize on their initial advantage. But soon enough, the machineguns of 2nd Army opened up on the beaches as well as a number of actual rifles and fakes. A referee came along and pointed at most of Ichiro's squad, yelling they were all dead, meaning they got to fall to the ground. Lucky bastards in Ichiro's mind.

Unfortunately Ichiro decided to also fall to the ground, ripping the Prager from his 'dead' buddy's hands and setting it up quickly, gettings the rounds in position and then chambering the first one. He looked down the sights at the nests ahead of him and began firing. It was going to be a long ass day, especially now that he had to lug this damn gun around as well as ammunition for it...

April 27th, 1900, Near Tomamae, Hiron

Many of the men of 1st and 2nd Army had transferred over to the island that held the city of Tomamae in order to practice jungle warfare as Ichiro sat next to his machinegunner buddy, slapping a bug that has landed on his face, "Fuck man, this really sucks. How can the climate here be so much worse than the mainland."

His friend shrugged, "Must be the whole surrounded by water thing. It rains on this particular island quite a bit."

Their talking was interrupted by the order from Gukiro to stand and march onward. It was tough work, trying to make one's way through that foliage. They continued on like that for a few hours until ordered to set up ambush along a more traversed path, figuring that General Meishii's men would take the easier path.

They did so not long after, getting metaphorically ripped to shreds by waiting machineguns and riflemen.

May 7th, 1900, Near Furuu, Hiron

Whilst much of the infantry concerned themselves primarily with maneuvers, discipline, and other matters, the field gun artillery of both the 1st and 2nd Armies had been spending much of their time perfecting an interesting art that General Saidzu said would work to catastrophic effect on the enemy. A number of targets were placed in an unoccupied field some distance away, sometimes in trenches, which could not be seen by the artillerymen due to either hills or raw range. A volley was fired. A series of observers, or sometimes one, would then use morse code using bright light boxes to adjust the artillery's fire. In this way, they could more accurately bombard and shred everything in the field using less ammunition. It was Saidzu's belief that this method of fire correction would result in horrible casualties for anyone foolish enough to dig in against the Imperial Army. The whole process also helped train the artillerymen.

May 8th, 1900, Near Furuu, Hiron

The infantry were once more digging trenches, this time two lines designed to have one trench overlooking another with firing positions into the one closer to the enemy lines in case that trench fell. Various other complex earthworks were involved as well, including barbed wire and fake mines. After they finished digging the trenches, the Armies took turns assaulting, and at night, explosives were even wired in safe places and detonated to simulate unending barrage by the enemy to condition the Imperial Army to such terrible conditions.

May 20th, 1900, Near Furuu, Hiron

Ichiro and Gukiro circled one another, clutching wooden stand-ins for rifles, the squad leader taunting the younger man, "Come on boy, come at you. You know you can kick my old ass."

The young private knew the sergeant was just fucking with him, but the conditioned muscles that had begun developing in his body twitched and he leapt forward, striking with the butt of the 'rifle' in an upwards arc before trying to bring what would've been a bayonet down onto the sergeant's neck.

Gukiro blocked the butt strike with his own rifle and then grabbed Ichiro's staff with his own hand, ripping it from the private and engaging Ichiro in a grappling fight that immediately went to the dirt. All around them, the squad cheered or jeered at the two, having begun to feel like an actual unit.

Ichiro found himself very quickly beginning to lose the fight as Gukiro almost had him an arm lock that the infantry had learned not long ago, but he fought back as best he could, pushing off the older man's legs and wrapping his body around the man's neck. The squad leader quickly had no choice but to submit and congratulate Ichiro in between gasps for air.

June 1st, 1900, Near Furuu, Hiron

It had been an incredibly tough two months, and if Ichiro was to be honest, it still wasn't going to end for a while. Yet already he could feel himself becoming remarkably tougher and learning to work with his unit significantly better. Already, they moved together much more like a cohesive organism, Ichiro and his team providing suppressive machinegun fire as the rest of the unit charged a hill or trench. To be honest, he was starting to enjoy being in the military.

June 15th, 1900, Near Furuu, Hiron

Finally though, things were beginning to die down as the men focused on squad-level maneuvers or hand-to-hand combat. Ichiro, however, had his turn with a real rifle, lying prone on the ground, looking down range at a series of human-shaped targets. The marksmanship instructors knelt next to him, "Now what I want you to do is not think too much about bullet drop. The targets are somewhere in the range of 50 to 200m, and at those ranges, there won't be too much drop, but if you miss low, you should adjust slightly upwards. What I want you to focus on is just aligning the sights of the weapon on the target, and pulling the trigger gently without jerking the weapon, understood? Don't anticipate the recoil."

"Hmm, okay..." muttered Ichiro. On his first shot, he missed wildly. On the second though, it landed close to the target as he got used to the sights and further instruction. Finally, on the third shot, it went clean through the center of mass. Ichiro smiled to himself, realizing it was actually enjoyable to fire this damn thing, and kind of thrilling to reach out and touch something at a distance. Marksmanship practice continued on for the rest of the day for Ichiro, with the latter part being firing under pressure from the instructors yelling at them, before they all rotated out for the next soldiers.

June 30th, 1900, Near Furuu, Hiron

After three months of nearly non-stop training, tearing up much of the countryside and sometimes the beaches as well, the men of the Imperial Army stood once more at attention. They were beaten, bruised, and in some cases, pushed to their limit, but they felt a solidarity with one another that hadn't been present before. General Saidzu stood smugly looking at General Meishii after having mostly beaten the old man as the pair surveyed the Imperial Army which gone from completely shit to probably something at least serviceable. Still, there was more work to do...


The Dragon Imperium of Hiron


February 7th, 1900, Yufutsu, Hiron

Casimir Świętosławski took his first step onto Hironese land in the port city of Yufutsu, and took a moment to look all around himself. Hundreds of boats and likely thousands of fishermen were navigating the waters of port, unloading fish or loading supplies, and dealing with merchants on the docks. Dozens more ships of various uses were steaming in and out of port, carrying thousands of people. A mixture of rather ancient style ships and modern steamers. All of it was incredibly foreign to Casimir, who had taken the risk by sailing across the world to Settumu to escape the invasion of the Karumi. Dozens of other migrants streamed past the stationary man as some Hironese immigration officials motioned for Casimir to move onward.

Yufutsu itself was surprising to Casimir, which was clearly steeped in tradition. A number of temples and castles seemed to rise into the sky, and the urban sprawl of one- to two-story buildings made almost entirely of wood spread out in all directions, even beginning to touch the nearby mountains. But it was a sight Casimir would have plenty of time to see as he was ushered into an immigration office.

Within it, a clerk seemed to quickly look over his documents and then spoke in Taran with a smile, "Welcome to Hiron, Citizen," before motioning for the scientist to continue onward. He continued onward through a door whereupon a woman suddenly came up to him, speaking in his own native language, "Welcome to Hiron, Casimir Świętosławski. If you follow me, I shall take you to your lodgings and give you all necessary papers for daily life here in the Imperium."

For a moment, Casimir was surprised, but then he noticed the other immigrants being attended to by their own assistants, and realized the reality of the situation. All of them were academics or otherwise respected people in their field, and the Imperium knew who each and every one of them was. In some ways, it was stunning, "Of course, thank you."

The pair left the office and took cart pulled by a rather muscular Hironese man. All around them, Hironese people flooded past, many of them stopping to look at the foreigners before moving onward. The assistant explained, "The people here in the port are not too used to foreigners, but if you travel to the countryside, they will all be surprised and try to welcome you. Almost no countryman has seen a foreigner, as your peoples rarely travel beyond the port cities. This influx of foreigners is actually something that the Emperor himself has come to see, and you are invited to a banquet along with the other immigrants later tonight at Yufutsu Castle."

Casimir raised his eyes further, "The Dragon Emperor himself? I suppose that would be a good political move, coming to meet the first immigrants. I've read Hiron has mostly been insulated for possibly thousands of years."

Agreeing, the woman nodded, "It is true. Other than the Meung and nearby countries, Hiron has mostly kept to itself. But we were dealing with the Sengoku Era and all the internal strife back then."

They talked further at length about Hiron, Hironese manners, and all manner of other topics before arriving at Casimir's humble abode. It was a simple one-room apartment with traditional mats, but it was clean and well cared for. The otherworldly charm managed to get to Casimir who found himself smiling at the spectacle of it all. But it was cut short as he had to drop his luggage off and attend the banquet.

At Yufutsu Castle was surprising amount of diversity. Tarans, Veletians, Seronans, even Meungese were present, all sitting together at a number of tables as beautiful Hironese women waited on them, bringing them numerous courses of fine foods and delicacies. And at the head of it all, the young Emperor sat in a throne overlooking the group, eating as they ate and inviting various immigrants up to speak to him.

Suddenly Casimir himself was requested as an esteemed physicist, to which he approached the Emperor and bowed in the Continental way. Before Casimir could introduce himself, however, the Emperor laughed, Casimir's assistant translating, "Hello, Casimir Świętosławski. I've read some of your work, which is quite the accomplishment considering I have almost no free time at all! Your considerations on Gravity are particularly interesting, and I hope you will train many of our of people to be as productive as yourself as well as helping the Imperium to prosper scientifically! Tell me, how do you feel about the Imperium so far? Is there anything we can do for you?"

The physicist shook his head abruptly, "No, sir, you've done far more than I could have ever expected. The welcome here has... I might say, has even been better than any I've received at home, bless those poor bastards. I worry daily for the fate of my friends back home, but I'm beginning to hope they will join me if possible. I look forward to working with the Hironese people and pushing the envelope of science further here."

The Emperor paused for a moment, listening to the assistant translate, before continuing, "Hmm, that is very unfortunate. The problem with the Continent is that many of those nations cannot simply defend themselves with a navy like the Imperium can. I am proud to say no foreign army has ever successfully landed on our shores. And I will also say that although you will probably disagree with some of my sentiments towards Karum, know that I pay them some lip service for political reasons. Remaining objective in my assessments is extremely important to the running of the Imperium. You shall have my full support at Senryu International once it's finished next year. Here, take a photo with me, you'll be able to brag to your family back home that you met one of the most powerful men in the world!"

Jokingly, Casimir stated, "You're quite young for a man, sir, especially in comparison to myself," before realizing that he may have offended the Emperor.

Yet that faux pas seemed not to occur as the young man laughed a few moments later, declaring and patted Casimir's back, "You're not wrong! Now come!" The pair stood together, shaking hands as they posed for a photo, the Dragon Emperor of the Imperium, and esteemed physicist Casimir Świętosławski.

February 13th, 1900, Sund, Veletian Settumu

Iori fell, exhausted into the bed, breathing hard as she looked at her lover who immediately placed some tobacco into his pipe and lit it, taking a few puffs. She spoke to him in nearly flawless Veletian, "You're as satisfying as ever, Franny."

'Franny' grumbled at the nickname and glared at the Hironese woman, "You know I don't like you saying that, woman."

"Oh, forgive me, Francois D'Leree, who art so great," suddenly she hit him upside the head with a pillow, which he shrugged off, choosing instead to admire the way her body moved instead of retaliate before getting to his feet and walking to the bathroom with a simple, "I need to piss."

When she heard the door shut, the woman quietly got to her feet and stepped over to D'Leree desks, taking a look at the papers thereupon whilst listening for the return of D'Leree. Various orders were on it, patrol movements and such, most of it she already knew since the Veletians weren't exactly on point when it came to information security. Before the man returned, she was lying back in the bed, smiling at the officer and inviting him back.

February 14th, 1900, Sund, Veletian Settumu

An old, decrepit looking man covered in what were practically rags shuffled through the bustling streets in Sund as the Sun hung high overhead at noon, begging for assistance to eat another day as people passed by. Few noticed him. Even fewer gave even the slightest amount of money to the needy man. Almost no one noticed that he was carefully watching the movements of the Veletian Colonials, nor did they pay much attention to his other compatriots located throughout Veletian Settumu.

As the Sun finally began to decline and set in the West, the old man made his way into a small pub, buying some water and bread with a little of the money earned from his begging. The pub was filled with a variety of patrons, mostly Kikitomi, some Colonials, but also a few loud Veletian officers making a ruckus with song and drink in one of the corners. They weren't too concerning to the old man, who'd seen them a few times, and the less attention he payed to the soldiers, the less attention they'd probably pay to a beggar.

A woman came to sit next to the beggar, buying him another drink as she frowned and peered over at him, "Are you doing alright, old man? Is there anything else I can get you?" Patting his back to try to comfort him, ostensibly no one noticed the small letter that passed from the woman's sleeve into the beggar's pocket.

The elderly man shook his head, smiled brightly with almost black teeth at the woman, and said in a hoarse voice, "Not at all, young lady. But thank you for the drink." Seemingly satisfied, the woman patted him again and made her way out of the pub, disappearing into the night.

The Moon continued to rise onward, until the man left the pub at well past midnight, strolling towards his home on the outskirts of civilization. Yet unbeknownst to him, it would seem that the officers had taken an interest in the apparently Hironese beggar and the unusual encounter from earlier, led by what must have been a paranoid man. The beggar could hear them tracking him as he wound through the streets, eventually leaving the city and entering a small rowboat which he took to an island. The officers were relentless in their pursuit, though they were trying to be careful despite their drunkenness, Damn. Looks like my cover is about to be blown. Let's hope that exit path is open.

Making his way quietly to the shore of the island, the beggar coming to a stop on the sand as the officers finally made themselves known, one shouting, "Stop!"

Turning about slowly with his hands together, the aged voice came to them, "How can I help you gentlemen tonight?"

"You a- are, suspected, of being a saboteur! An... and we shall take you, under arrrrest!" The same voice from earlier, this one apparently a Lieutenant. Eyeing them quietly, the beggar assessed the situation as the five men approached him. All five were clearly drunk, it was incredibly dark with an almost New Moon, and the range was close. The issue, of course, was that these men would almost certainly remember him if they lived since they weren't quite that drunk and try to find him, and if he killed them, an investigation would almost certainly ensue and the man might be caught. Either way, his cover was blown and the man needed to extract.

The officers were talking amongst themselves as they approached to within grappling range, clearly not thinking the situation through, when suddenly one's arm fell to the ground. He scream in agony and dropped to the sand, "M-my ar-" his cries were cut short by a blade slicing through his neck. The remaining four men stood in shock as what had been an old beggar before was now some kind of fucking ninja-swordsman wielding a blade that had dropped out of his sleeve.

The second man found his belly sliced apart, his entrails spewing out as shock quickly began to set in. By that time, the men had finally begun to draw their pistols. It was to no avail, however, as the third man lost his hand, was sliced multiple times through the torso, and then used as a haphazard shield when the remaining three men opened fire.

Tossing the corpse off himself, the beggar leap forward into action, immediately slicing a hand off the Lieutenant and cutting him vertically in such a way that his own intestines began to spill out as well. The Lieutenant dropped to the sand in agony as well, trying desperately to keep his organs firmly inside his body as the beggar rushed the fifth and final man who had turned tail and decided his life wasn't worth this bull shit. He didn't get far as the 'elderly' man brought the hilt of his blade down hard onto the back of the runner's skull, knocking him out.

Lying in the sand crying for dear life, the Lieutenant glared angrily at the likely Hironese bastard as the man cut his blade threw the air, sending most of the blood splattering to the sand before wiping it with the rags of his clothing and returning the sword to its place in the beggar's sleeve. Without so much as a second glance at the five Veletians, the beggar disappeared deeper into the island. Soon enough, the shore party from the destroyer VS Amourstar came ashore to find the men, followed shortly by more marines and then the Amourstar itself.

Within the foliage of the island, the beggar ripped off his mask and tore away his clothes, revealing an incredibly toned and muscular Settumese man. Pausing for a moment to read the letter of the woman and then tearing it apart and burying it, he carefully made his way towards the shore, rolling in mud to hide his skin whilst he snuck past Veletians and dug something up at the shore. He made it quite a ways out into the ocean before the Veletians realized what was happening and opened up on him. A bullet managed to find its way through his calf, forcing the agent to grit his teeth as he took a deep breath and dove beneath the surface of the water.

Close to seventy meters away, a small reed-like tube appeared in the water, the agent taking a few breaths before once more swimming onward. Significantly further out in the ocean, the agent took one final deep breath and swam down, finding what he sought. Twisting open the hatch and entering the airlock, the water was shortly drained as breathable air entered. Ignoring his bleeding calf, the Hironese man sternly watched as another hatch opened, an Imperial Sailor greeting him in Hironese, "Well, you look like you've had a wonderful time."

February 17th, 1900, Senryu, Hiron

Dragon Emperor Ryugo Shuu sat momentarily with his circle of ministers as a secretary entered and bowed deeply as she explaining, "My Lord, I am relaying the words of the Director of the Hidden Arm. There's been an incident. One of our agents got into a scuffle in Veletian Settumu and had to kill three officers and gravely wound another. The Veletians will undoubtedly respond very unfavorably to this situation. Do you wish for us to withdraw?"

Shuu waved his hand as if waving away the Director's question, "No, proceed, but simply be careful as always. We must be prepared in the event of war with the Empire of Violette. I am surprised the Hidden Arm made such a mistake, but my faith remains in you. You have always served me and my predecessors well, and I hope you shall continue the Hironese tradition of espionage with... better results." The secretary bowed once more and left the chambers of the Emperor to carry his reply onward.

February 22nd, 1900, Senryu, Hiron

A great crowd had assembled near the Palace, awaiting another proclamation by the Emperor himself. Supposedly this one was going to be particularly important, and reporters had gathered en masse to record His Holiness's words. Murmurs went silent when the Emperor suddenly emerged, coming before them, and spoke, "My people, I come before you today to decry the foolhardy actions of the Veletian Empire! When before, I thought they would bring true justice to the Governor of Veletian Settumu, Droulez, they merely stripped him of his rank and assigned him to a civilian position! This is not true justice! This man oversaw the peddling our women, of Kikitomi women, and despite the Imperium's issues with the Kingdom of Meung, Meungese women, against their will! None of his subordinates received True Justice either! All of these men should've hung for their crimes against the Hironese People! This is an affront to all of us in Settumu, and I shall not stand for it! They think themselves to be so mighty that the persecution and denigration of our women is not a crime that requires the death penalty!? Well, today, I send word to the Veletian Empire: Allow Droulez and his accomplices to be tried and judged under Hironese law, or face severe repercussions! I give you my word as the Dragon Emperor, that will we have these sons of bitches brought to heel! To the Imperium!"

Great shouts of agreement filled the air as the Hironese people present found their hearts moved with anger and vitriol, the news no doubt quickly spread throughout Hiron via both newspapers, word-of-mouth, telegraphy, and public speakers who would relay the information to the illiterate. A heightened sense of unity seemed to entrance them, but behind closed doors, the Emperor once more confided with his advisors.

"Our provocations of the Veletians are unlikely to go unanswered, My Lord, and I fear that the Army is nowhere near ready to handle their forces," complained the Minister of the Army, who was quickly silenced by the Ministry of the Navy, "Their forces shall never set foot on these lands. And let's be honest, the Veletians don't want to fight us. They know that they will lose the naval war, and they know what that will do to their prestige. It will weaken them in the face of Tara and all the other Great Powers, and who knows what will happen to their colonies. Perhaps we'll even get to 'liberate' Veletian Settumu in the peace deal."

The Emperor raised his hand to both of the Ministers, "I don't particularly care for Veletian Settumu, but if we take control of it, so be it. Winning a naval war against the 'Grand' Veletian Empire alone would be plenty. I would love for the Imperial Navy to cut its teeth on a true threat like them. And let's be honest, an invasion of Veletian Settumu is highly unlikely with the piss poor performance of our ground forces."

The Minister of the Army blushed for a moment and quickly prostrated himself before the Emperor, "I am as always sor-"

Ryguo almost immediately shut him down, "ENOUGH. I do not wish to be treated like some God behind closed doors. I am your Emperor, and my word is law, but I am still a man. We shall address the Army's issues soon enough. But first, we have other matters to discuss..."

March 9th, 1899, Sandao, Veletian Settumu

The Sun was once more setting on the Veletian Settumese colony as a trio of men sat together around a table. The eldest one, and clearly the leader, spoke up, "Alright, the ship's almost here. Our orders are simple, sink the fucker. It's going to be an easy enough job considering the thing is full of explosives and it wasn't exactly designed to take even a minor hit." The leader pulled out a schematic of a ship, and then pointed at one spot, "We'll set the charge on the hull here, right next to a particularly dense bulk of mines. Eagle, you'll keep an eye out. Whisper, you're with me, you're going to carry the other side of the charge. We move when the Moon's light will cast a large shadow on that side of the boat. Dismissed."

Hours later, the team were in position, watching the Gloire carefully. Veletian soldiers were on high alert as always these days, having been kicked into a swarm by last month's screwup, but this team was determined to deal a heavy blow to the Colonials. Eagle watched as ordered as Whisper and Dragon descended into the water with the charge, using tubes to breath as they held the explosive between them and approached the side of the Gloire. When they got close enough, the pair carefully brought the charge to the hull until magnets attached it, set the timer, and then swam away. Ten minutes later, the group had disappeared into Sandao as the charge's explosion caused a chain reaction that shredded almost the entire ship as well as many of the surrounding buildings.

March 11th, 1900, Zhumei, Gojong

The gates on the Hironese Embassy to Gojong flew open to fanfare as the Dragon Emperor himself took the first step from technically Hironese land onto Gojong land, having just finished closed door talks with King Yi Ja-chun to determine the future of Hiron-Gojong relations, yelling to the crowd from a podium shortly thereafter, "Today marks the beginning of the future of Hiron-Gojong relations! Today, I come before you to welcome you to freedom! No longer do you have to toil under the tyranny of Meung, resigned to backwards policies and abhorrent leaders! Led by King Yi Ja-chun, a man who once lived in Hiron itself, you can finally survive and thrive! And the Imperium of Hiron shall do everything in its power to ensure that Meung never again lords over you, pulling strings and making you dance like puppets to their tune, I promise you this! Together, we, Hiron and Gojong, shall march towards the future! To the Imperium! To Gojong!" Cheers sounded throughout the crowds as the people breathed a collective sigh of relief. With the Imperium of Hiron at their backs and Meung having let them be, the nearby threat of Settumese Tara would be diminished and they could focus on their daily lives.

Unbeknownst to the Emperor, the Gloire had exploded just two days prior.
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