The afternoon light came at its brightest on the wastelands of Erecellia, the former homeland of the Raegalian ancestry. The cataclysm devastated the island, as such caused by the great eruption of the island's supervolcano, Mount Egilian. The destruction was only capable of sparing the harbor of one of its largest cities right at the edge of the island. The rest was buried in ash, and later centuries of abandonment, the island became part of the large desert in Elias that was also an effect of the cataclysm.
Now, for more than five centuries the Egilian descendants, the Raegalians, have returned to explore and rehabilitate their ancestor's homeland. With modern technology, their aim is to mine the precious deposits that have accumulated in the base of the extinct supervolcano. Under the jurisdictions of the Raegalian Special Divisions, and personally by the nation's Prime Minister himself.
On the entrance of the city of Victoria, an old relic city where ruins of structures and skyscrappers buried in sand. He looked up to the rising mound, the ground so yellow and bright through the screens of the afternoon sun. Dusts everywhere so visible in the arid heat. One can imagine the desert music of flutes and guitars right in this dry land where water of the far ocean is barely visible.
"Sir! We ain't here for sightseeing, if I remind ya!" A sudden call from one of the Raegalian soldiers, riding in a
behemoth-like tank overcoming through the sands and deserted roads.
"Aye aye, coming right up lads!" The reply of a man, seemingly at his late twenty's. His hair was fair black, has average light brown-colored skin, and his eyes glowed in emerald green. He rushed striding on the sands and jumped up to the tank.
"Was it necessary to send up this bloody Vanguard right through this shithole of sands sir?" A fellow soldier came to speak his mind.
"Pretty much commodore." The guy, seemingly a superior officer, said sarcastically, followed by a brief cough. "Well uh, I guess it was necessary. You know, makes Raegalian might more intimidating in this lands. Besides, I'd like to see these babes wade through these sands." He added humorously.
"Hah! Sir, you should see Johnson add sand to his coffee whaahaahaa!" The bunch laughed loudly as the tank reaches the apex of the mound.
What lies ahead was a large field of sands and dunes, and beyond a great mountain where a Raegalian skyfleet are hovering. The tank strides through the field, later followed with more tanks though smaller and in different model. More than half an hour, they reached an arid dry hill, although less sandy, it was dead and lifeless. However, just further away was a base filled with trucks and other military vehicles, under the flag of the Raegalian Special Division. The group dismounted and went to their respective posts.
The same man, he wore heavily covered clothing, a protection from the heat. He went towards a large tent followed by three soldiers appearing to be his guards. They were greeted by a gentleman in a turban escorted by two guards.
"Prime Minister Constantinoah, good afternoon sir." He said to the arrival of the guests after he and his men saluted.
"Good afternoon. Special Divisions' "Vulture" Director Hemming Karpold, at ease gentlemen. Just call me General Noah, director." The black-haired man, apparently the Prime Minister of the Raegalian Republic, replied.
"Well General, how fares the Victorian mines?" The director asked proudly to his general.
"Looks great and all, just that sands are everywhere it seems. Currently four new spots are ready and ripe for mining. Once we set all these up, we can have up as much supplies of Alphanites as we have before the war." The Prime Minister and Grand Marshal Constantinoah, in short for Noah, put a map on a table with marked locations. "And oh, I hear Charles got all the glory in taking over Aincrad just weeks ago correct?"
"Yes sir, if I may. You don't really have to manage this part of the sector, general, there's a lot more things we have to do in the capital--" Director Hemming, Noah's advisor, suddenly gets interrupted.
"Aye aye director, but all these management businesses are a hassle, just leave e'm up to the lads there and prepare ourselves to as much supplies as possible. In a matter of months, perhaps weeks even, I'm mobilizing the 3rd Frontier towards Lanceline." Noah casually says his words while busily arranging a lot of scrolls, books and maps like some sort of archaeologist.
Director Hemming sighed, "We've received a call from the embassy on Harebon." He added.
"Oh, is miss Ygyslov inviting me to a dat--err another joint military exercise." Noah carefully spoke.
"Eh-- what?" The director suspiciously wondered, but continued anyways. "--No general. It's from those of Terra sir, the
Whampoan Reich."
"The revivalists? Pretty amazing how've they noticed our fame already." Noah puts all of his stuff down and changed his attention seriously to the director. "Well you got my full attention now director, let's board up to the Caliber. Lads, do take care of my collections here, they weren't easy being excavated." He added.
Prime Minister Noah and Director Hemming, along with two guards, rode on a
quad-rotorwing transport that takes off vertically and flies towards the skycarrier of the expeditionary skyfleet, the Caliber. Rising to hundreds of kilometers high, the skycarrier isn't as large as the others, but it is a sight to be behold. Four large engines are capable of supporting its weight, guarded by three smaller skyships under the frigate-class. The carrier ship is capable of holding several dozens of aircrafts, with two runways lying at both sides of the control tower and the command quarters.
The transport where the Grand Marshal and the Special Division Director lands vertically and slowly to the skycarrier's deck. The wind blows heavily in the heights, while the afternoon sun shine fairly as it is covered by clouds.
"Wew, finally persuaded you to come." Said Director Hemming.
"What?! You really think I'm all muscles." Replied Noah.
"I think that's close enough sir." Hemming jokingly insulted his general. As they close up into the main Command Hub of the Erecellian expeditionary force. Full of modern computers and controls, as well as staffs and officers managing through communication and control. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, now that I've dragged our General here, let us begin the discussion." Right through the Director's order, everybody returned to their posts and prepares.
"Seriously director. You didn't say of any discussion." Says Noah.
"I figured you'd go back to Victoria if I ever say the word." Hemming unresponsibly replied.
The Grand Marshal sighed. "Bring up the screen." He added.
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@KuchenleinThe Embassy of Harebon, the capital island city of Griffegus, lying miles away from Cortez.
The ambassadors from Whampoa were welcomed fairly and given a luxurious lodging for which they can stay, just a day after their arrival, the diplomatic discussion begins.
The Union of Griffegus' delegates gathered up including its Prime Minister Leoloraine Ygyslov, simply Aine. She has a short white hair, her eyes are cold blue, and is on a stature of elegance and formality. The flag of the Griffegus sovereign hangs behind the Union's delegates. On the opposite side, the Raegalian Republic has one representative, but multiple screens are present.
"Upcon to Embassy." The screens turned on, showing the numerous military officials of Raegalia. Including one of them, the Raegalian Prime Minister and Grand Marshal Constantinoah Onyxus, simply Noah. He has a short black hair, a glowing emerald eyes, and is in a desert-themed rugged military outfit covered with some sands and dusts.
"Ladies and gentlemen of Aranor. Good afternoon. Let's speak diplomacy then. We have the guests of the Planet Terra, the Whampoan Reich" The opening remarks of the Griffegus Prime Minister."
Messenger : "Greetings, Aranorians. We are ambassadors hailing from the new Whampoa, the new Whampoan Reich of Revivalism. We are here seeking to establish long-lasting relations with your nation."
A brief pause from the Aranorians, as they speak to each other in a different channel. Then the Griffegus Prime Minister represents the Aranorians to speak. "We welcome you gentlemen of Terra. The Aranorian Confederacy is not searching of any allies just yet, especially from another world. However, you may speak and elaborate further of your nation's demands." She said straight and calm. Which caught Noah's attention.
