The North PacificBoard

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Anastasia grabbed her black letter opener from atop a stack of papers on her desk and cut the relay open, dropping the letter opener afterwards. She unfolded the message and stood up from her chair. Walking around the room as she read it, her eyes darting around line to line.

Sarah looked at her with an odd expression. A nervous Anastasia was a sight to behold. “What is it?” she asked.

Nothing. Anastasia blocked out her subordinate’s question and continued to read the dispatch. With every step her books thumped against the hard-wood floor of her office. She basically circled the room before arriving back at her desk and plopping herself into her chair. “A Relay.” she said coldly. She muttered, “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

Sarah snatched the letter out of Anastasia’s hands and started to read it for herself.

“I kick out the Marshavans and accuse them of aiding Worker’s Leagues, Go on a Tirade against Socialism, the poison that it is, start to pave the road to war! To victory! And the next thing that gets reported is that the Rubculus’s to our west are preparing to build defensive lines.” Anastasia spoke, before leaning back on her chair. Sarah tossed the dispatch back down on Anastasia’s desk.

“I’ll have to speed up the process and cut the public relations sh*t. Surely they don’t need easing into the war. a surprise attack and subsequent war with the Socialist devils would launch them into a nationalist fervor.” Anastasia spoke to herself, “We cannot afford for the Rubculus’s to find their footing and prepare against us. That could be more than just a pain in our side.” The Empress once-more arose from her seat, walking over to one of the many ceiling-height windows that stretched throughout her office and gazed over the concrete jungle that was Braga.

The canal, and now this. Evermore increasingly did ‘Baratochi’ get in the way of the Imperial Realm’s dreams as a decider for East Osea. Anastasia pondered. On the horizon, an endless sea of gray and black, the chimneys and smoke-stacks of the capital spouting lifeless white and gray into the sky. “We need more time. We are not yet prepared for a war that could last years.” She said to herself. “Mobilization and production-wise anyways.”

She turned towards Sarah, “Please, leave me be.” Sarah opened her mouth to say something in return, but the look of the Empress was enough to motion her out, regardless if she swore to be right next to Anastasia no matter what. She nodded, and exited the room, her voice muffled behind the doors as she spoke to Hans, the Guard posted outside the Empress’s Quarters, outside the door.

Anastasia returned to her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper, dipped her pen in ink, and began writing,

“Imperial AF Order T1512 - Mara 18th, IY1409

Effectively immediately, a force of ninety thousand troops drawn from throughout the Militariet-Northwest are to be shipped towards the Western border and be placed around the cities of Vezelikum, Urselette, and other nearby villages and homesteads. Post-haste, the construction on quickly-erected military camps will begin to house and supply the influx of soldiers with an expectation of a total of half a million could very-well be cared for.

Increased support too-and-from the Logistic-based sub branch of the Imperial Gothilum Army is expected as their duties are kicked into overdrive. Other weapons like Artillery, and accompanying tanks and aircraft will be brought forth as well, them too needing to be adequately supplied.

Further reports will be sent to corresponding, responsible generals to coordinate the effort.

Saba blesses the Imperial Realm - Hail The Empress.”

—-Days Later

Columns of Gravibus-Exaltans Haulver-V trucks rode down the bumpy gravel roads of southern Eutharia-Osiyc, the northwestern most province of the Gothilum Mainland. In the back of them, crowded as many soldiers as each could carry as they continuously drove northward from Gaut. In this column alone, five thousand soldiers traveled as the trucks shot northwest bumper-to-bumper, stretching a kilometer down the road in unison. Behind some trucks, towed anti-aircraft guns, anti-tank guns, and mobile artillery, all extradited towards the front as the black clouds of war gathered over Gothgraff and Lilium.

The soldiers would arrive at a makeshift camp, the “walls” being rows of barbed wire mounted on top of each other with large wooden poles on each corner. Hastily-set up tents splattered throughout the entire base with medical tents and other necessary facilities thrown throughout. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Until the resources to properly construct a base arrived as the logistical force couldn’t keep up with the influx of people, this would have to do.

Soldiers made themselves at home; as this would be their home for months to come.