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Indomitable Advance --- Department of War ”I am convinced of the martial will of the Federation. Throughout history, we have been presented with seemingly insurmountable obstacles, yet here we stand, triumphant and indivisible. Despite it all, the Federation, once thought to have been the concocted delusions of a few men desperate to retain control of this vast realm has stood the test of time... Though the present crisis has shaken Castel to its very core, we shall emerge from the crucible of struggle stronger than ever before. The Federation will endure.“ - The Lord Director, upon ascending to the Imperial regency --- The war in the Philippines was proving to be much more than the in-and-out operation that was presented to Decimus by the Second Consul and the War Department, and his frustration towards the whole ordeal was beginning to show. Though ground casualties had been curbed due to the unrelenting assaults placed on the isles by the LRK, the Federation’s navy faced setback after setback. The Philippine Navy’s use of asymmetric naval warfare was wreaking havoc on the more traditionally minded Castelian naval commanders, and the losses were beginning to pile up... But they could not give in. To back down now would result in an irreparable blow to Castel’s prestige, both domestically and abroad. From the overseas conquests of Aurelian to Septimius’ continental blitzkrieg, the Federation had never lost a war. To a certain extent then, the continued stability of the regency rested on the success of the war, a fact that no doubt troubled the Castelian. But regardless, the Federation was continuing to see success in the main theater of the war: the northmost Philippine island of Luzon, in the city of Aparri. It was there where the full might of the Federation’s war machine was brought to bear against the Filipino defenders, and where the fighting was most brutal. Though managing to shatter the initial Philippine defense, the Castelians’ advance was soon slowed by the reorganization and reinforcement of their positions around the city. Fighting soon descended into trench warfare, and both sides would suffer hundreds of casualties in an effort to break the stalemate. But the victor of that struggle had already been decided at the first blow. Ferocity may win a few battles, but it alone will not win a war. Despite the rabid defense the Filipino army put up, they were simply shelled into oblivion by Castelian jet aircraft and Castelian artillery; by the end of the battle, Aparri had effectively ceased to exist as a city, much like what had been done to Ayasone only few years prior by General Cyrus Brutus. The decimation of Aparri was soon followed by the near total collapse of cohesion of the Philippine northern army, which commenced a hasty retreat from the city to salvage their remaining forces in preparation for a counterattack. The Castelian High Command, smelling blood in the water, ordered an all out assault from across the northern front. They would overplay their hand. Following up on the second battle of San Fernando, the Federation would dispatch their largest naval force yet to finally end the Fillipino navy’s presence in the South China Sea, and battle would be known as the Federation’s greatest naval defeat in at least thirty years, and arguably one of the most crushing defeats Castel had suffered as well. At least three vessels of the eighteen ships which were dispatched received damages, and saw the Federation suffer more than one thousand casualties. Such was the defeat of the Castelian navy at the third battle of San Ferando that the Castelian navy has seemingly pulled back to more firmly controlled waters. Their attempted blitz in their air didn’t fare too much better. Despite having gained total air dominance over the north of the island through the Aparri campaign, Castelian Aerospace Command was caught completely off guard by the resistance in the south of Luzon. Pooling their remaining aircraft and anti-air installations together, the Filipino armed forces managed to rebuff the Castelians’ attempted forays near Manila, and managed to down a few Castelian aircraft in the process. But despite their failures at sea and in the air, the breakthrough at Aparri has satisfied Kastel, and Castelian leadership now seem more resolute than ever to see this war to its inevitable conclusion, no matter the cost. For the Empire! |
The Rise of America The war continues to drag as the Americans continue the onslaught. They sent countless bombers to Mexico but unfortunately they were all shot down. It was fatal, for the Americans have plenty more where that came from waiting for the future. Now as for the troops, they were promised provisionary actions would be taken but there had been a change in plans. The conniving Mexicans shot down the soldiers' Supply drops before they reached their intended target. All the soldiers could do was watch as their only hope came down in blazing flames… While the troops did have a decent quantity of provisions left, they did begin to panic. It was only natural, this was the second time they had to go without provisions after all. As an act of mild desperation the Soldiers began to raid villages, but to their surprise the villages were already evacuated. It appears as if the villagers had known the Americans were coming, and understood that they stood no chance. Logically speaking it was their best choice but they only delayed the inevitable. One may think the troops would begin to lose morale, but they could feel something was off, there had been a change, a shift in weather, finally the time had come, the one thing the American troops needed, the one thing that will keep this battle going, MORE TROOPS. The higher ups saw how successful the troops were and decided it was best to bolster their ranks. Some may find this decision foolish because the original soldiers were already beginning to run low on rations and now they have more mouths to feed, but the Americans thought differently. They knew that with more people they had more opportunity to find food. But that matters not, the important thing was to keep marching and killing any who would stand in their way. While they were worried about food, the troops managed to continue the push with very little casualties. These troops know one thing for certain, they will not lose to something as pathetic as starvation. GOD BLESS AMERICA! |
Rogue Mexican War is said to be unpredictable, and today's events proved that. The American troops continued the march toward Mexico City but things didn't go as planned. The filthy Mexicans prepared for the troops and formed a brigade. At first the Americans were not worried, they thought themselves invincible, but their lack of provisions finally managed to catch up to them. They were slow and sluggish, it was perfect for the Mexican brigade. Not only were the Americans unsuccessful in pushing forward but they were also easily pushed back. This loss made the Americans desperate and as such they decided to attempt to raid a nearby village for food. At the time it seemed to be the best choice, for they had no idea when the next supply drop would come. To the surprise of the Americans this village was fully prepared to defend itself. The villagers were only armed with mediocre weaponry mostly consisting of shotguns and firearms, but due to the state of the troops it was more than enough to push the soldiers out of the village. Things seemed hopeless; the troops had no food left and so many mouths to feed, this couldn't possibly get worse. But just as the troops were about to resort to the final solution, a message from high command came through.“Soldiers listen up, we have heard your cries and will provide, your next supply drop should reach you imminently.” The soldiers had something to grasp onto, they had a chance, and they would not waste it. They waited patiently for 5 hours for the supply drop to arrive and provide its contents… But when it arrived it came with something unexpected, there wasn't just food, weapons, medical equipment, and water, no there was something even more important that came with the necessities, something that would determine the winner of this war, more troops!!! Now not only do they have enough food to last the rest of this war, but they will also have enough soldiers to continue the assault. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!! |
A dimly lit bar. Gold trim around a dark wooden surface, tended to by a bartender who was serving someone on the other end of the room. Rainfall couldn't remember how many times he'd seen the scenery here—at least, he was never bored of it. The metropolitan London bar was usually quite busy, and especially more so in the holiday season. As Rainfall idly tapped his glass on the bar table, he thought back to his time watching this very city burn. Or moreso, to one of the characters in that show. Storm... where have you been? The last time they met, she told him she'd stay behind to look after the base and Mr. Eris. In truth, they hadn't met for very long; Rainfall was invited to the group by chance, and their time stealing exoskeletons from the government was likely the only mission they'd gone onto. But something about her had interested the sniper—that was rare, for a man who had displayed a disturbingly low level of empathy and care for anyone around him from a young age. The sniper couldn't remember the last time he felt this way towards someone, or really, felt much at all. Was it when his mother died, shielding him from his alcoholic father? Was it when he found his only childhood friend bleeding out in a London alley? Was it when he joined the Army, finding his place as a sharpshooter in a fireteam, as his unit landed on the shores of the Golden Throne? When the fascinating sound of artillery shells and gunfire landed like droplets of rain, striking the earth? As the report of his marksman rifle melded perfectly into the scene around him, what did he feel? In truth, the sniper didn't know. He didn't know then, and he doesn't know how to feel now . The sniper silently laughed—why was he pondering this? After all, he didn't even know his own name, much less what he truly felt about those around him. The sniper had a childhood, of course. Everyone had one, and the sniper was no exception. But his wasn't particularly memorable, not least because it was a blur among the myriad false identities and backstories he had made up over the years. A mild amnesia covered the important parts—the faces of his parents, his time spent floating around the British education system, all of that was clearly visible. But whenever the sniper tried to recall what his friend and mother called him—his father preferred "worthless bastard" if he acknowledged him at all—the sniper only drew a blank. The name he had picked for himself, Rainfall, seemed to have replaced his old identity in all his recollections. But that name he picked for himself was good enough. The sniper wasn't at this bar just to reminisce, he was he for some business. The mostly illegal kind, he thought as he remembered his travel plan saved to his phone. The government and the Ministry may have been too late to prevent that fight in London, but they could at least try to catch the participants, mostly excluding White Rose. Sooner or later, they'd come for him too—so it was time for the sniper to disappear for a while. Before he could, though, he'd need a new passport, and a new name. Brian Kenton served well, but that name had finally run its course, and without a backer like Chrysanthemum forging documents for him, he'd have to go back to his ways as an independent contractor. That was the man he was meeting. A master at his craft was all Rainfall could offer for a description. By chance, the sniper had found the man while he was planning for his first contract outside of the borders of the British Empire—and for that, he needed some documents. The man's work was impeccable. Nobody, from the border agents at the British airport to the customs officer on the other side, suspected a thing. The sniper felt it was somewhat poetic, nearly twenty years later when this man announced that he'd be retiring from his work—having earned enough to last the rest of his life, no doubt—that the sniper could get one last passport from him. To his surprise, the man agreed—the sniper wasn't sure why, but he showed up to the bar to wait anyways. As the sniper finished the last of his drink, a voice chimed in from behind. "Looks like I'm just in time, eh? Bartender? Get my friend here another, would you?" The sniper turned to face the source of the voice. Time, clearly, had not been kind to the artisan. What had been a brown head of hair had long since turned gray—no wonder why he wanted to retire now. As the bartender worked away, the sniper put on his best smile. Being unable to feel much emotion didn't mean he couldn't at least put on a show. "You're a bit late," the sniper said. "You're early! And I just bought you a drink. That's enough to make up for it, right?" The artisan laughed. "Listen here. You're my last customer. After this, I'm done. No more. I'm taking me and my family to relax for once, I'm tired of the running. Oh, where to? Droiden, Germany, Frauncia, anywhere but here. The world's big enough to fit one more retired artist! Anyways. Seeing as you've also been supporting my ol' family business for so long, I'll give you this for free." The artisan retrieved a passport. A picture of the sniper was accompanied by the name Welt Reiser. "You've got some German blood in you, eh? Pretty peculiar name, but you know what they say. The customer is always right, so... as you wanted." The sniper took the document, flipping through its pages and turning it over. Looking into the gold text and red background of the cover, he smiled, perhaps out of genuine happiness. "Then for now, I am Welt. Thank you," the sniper said as he shook the artisan's hand. "Enjoy your retirement." Because I'll certainly enjoy mine. |
Solo, a American Story |
American wars: The Mexican wars To clear the path and pave the way to success the Americans utilized a bombing. As the planes painted the skies in darkness, and filled the hearts of Mexicans with terror, The Americans simply watched in awe. This day may have scarred natives and their land, but the Americans feared not the darkness, for they knew whose side it was on. When the smog finally cleared there was nothing but flat lands in sight, all interruptions were gone. The American soldiers seized the opportunity, for they realized now was the time for swift action. The remaining Mexicans did fight hard but they stood a chance against the Americans superior numbers and weaponry. History has never seen such a one sided battle, for not a single American troop died that day. Not a single enemy remained, as for the civilians, they were now under new occupations. Truly today was one worth celebrating for the American troops in Mexico, Unfortunately the same can not be said for the troops in California. They tried another advancement and failed horribly, even with the aid of a naval assault on the coast. Not only were the American soldiers forced to make a tactical retreat on land but also at sea. It was clear that there was so much left to do, but victory was still in sight, they just needed to keep looking. |
The Final March This war has gone on for far too long, we need to change our tactics. I initially planned to end it in three years but now it has almost been four. This issue must be resolved for my peaceful nation's future, or else my goals may derail even more than they already have. Perhaps the time has come for a change in command. There is no doubt in my mind that we will have to reevaluate the worth of the higher ups in each of the committees but for now I'll wait. With this Amon sends an encoded message directly to the committee of peace, as well as to the committee of freedom on what direction this war needs to take. The plans and orders were incredibly advanced tactics and strategy Needless to say both committees were surprised by this, for it had been quite some time since they had received an order from Amon directly, But they executed the order given none the less. They had issued the orders drafted by Amon himself directly into the chips of each soldier, leading to increased unprecedented results on the soldiers' part. -For Democracy!!!!! |
The Failure of The Committees. Lord Amon continues to send my committee orders for our war operation in Mexico. He has taken over my war operations and will ruin everything that I have worked towards with this war. This time he has ordered us to wait and find an opening in Mexico's cities defenses before we send in the troops, but we don't have time for that. It has become all too clear that in his old age, lord amon has become senile and foolish, in other words, I'll have to take matters into my own hands. Believing her tactics to be superior, Richardson hijacked Amon's orders and changed them. She would not allow herself or her country to fall because of Amon. Thus she changed the orders given to the Mexican units. As for the Californian units, she believed his plan was “acceptable” in her eyes. This was a gamble for if her orders failed, she did not doubt that Amon would show no mercy to her. That said Amon would most likely show no mercy regardless, for she had just directly defied him, and as such her fate was now sealed… -For Democracy!!!!! |
Somewhere in the countryside, outside of Warsaw Aristotle stepped out of the car and took a look at the cottage in front of him, he chuckled to himself and smiled. He looked back to the car and thanked the driver. As the car left the property. Aristotle crept up the stairs, trying not to make any loud noises in case his family was sleeping. The sky was orange and Aris could barely see the sun coming up, although the morning was particularly dusky today. At the top of steps, he looks under the welcome mat and finds the spare key. He gave a slight frown, he knows his father too well. He takes the key and opens the door as quietly as possible, and when he enters tries to close it quietly as well, but the door continues to creak while he closes it. As soon as the door is closed, a young woman comes from one of the adjacent rooms, rubbing her eyes. As soon as he sees his sister he sighs, all that caution for naught. Erissa finally opens her eyes and sees Aris, she smiles and gives her brother a hug. “So, how was school? Was it everything you ever dreamed it would be?” She asked him, somewhat sarcastically. Aris puts his hand on the back of his head and gives an embarrassed smile. He didn’t want to admit to his twin that he preferred school over living in the capital with his family. He needed a way to get out of there, to do something productive that didn’t make him seem like a disappointment to the family. School seemed fulfilling enough, and it was, but would it be fulfilling in the long run when he wouldn’t be a prince anymore, when his sister eventually ascended the throne? “It was fine, it doesn’t beat living here though.” He responded awkwardly, like he was trying to avoid the conversation about school altogether. “How long are you going to be back for?” Erissa asked. Aris paused to think for a second. His head hurt from the journey back home. After a few seconds he got it. “Until August I think, it’s a few month holiday which is nice, don’t have to worry about school work for a while.” Aris said, as his sister smiled excitedly. “Then you can come to the Senate sessions with me. We’re only on this retreat for a few more days until we go back to the city. It’ll be fun I promise.” She said with a smile on her face. Aris responded with a weak smile. He was never much for politics, all those years of his father pushing it onto him burned out what little passion he had, but he considered her offer. Since he wasn’t heir anymore, maybe he could enjoy politics again. He wasn’t as gifted at speaking as his sister was, but at least he understood what was being said and that always made the difference. But right now his mind was on one more thing. “Where’s dad?” He asked Erissa. He hadn’t seen his father in a year, the König was apparently too busy to visit his son once or twice. Aris seemed bitter even mentioning his father. Erissa shrugged. “Last I saw him, he was in his study. This was supposed to be a mental health retreat for him and mother, but he spent most of it working. I wouldn’t be shocked if he dozed off in the study.” Erissa replied coldly. Aris nodded and headed to his fathers study. There he found the honorable König Valek asleep at his desk, leaning on a stack of paperwork for a pillow. Aris sighed and shook his head. He entered the room and slowly walked up to his sleeping father. Upon closer look Aris noticed he still had a pen in his hand and wasn’t even dressed for bed. Aris scoffed and nudged his sleeping father. Valek slowly awoke and looked up at the person who interrupted his sleep. For a second his vision was blurred and couldn’t make his son out, but after a second he recognized his only son. He gave a slight smile as he attempted to stand up. Aris helped his father up and they embraced in an awkward hug. After they separated, both men could barely look each other in the eye, constantly shifting their eyes to avoid looking at each other's faces, until Valek broke the uneasy silence. “So, how’s university been?” Valek asked in a weak voice, still a little dazed from being woken up. Aris looks down, showing a slight shame in his face that his father noticed. “It’s been fine. Why didn’t you visit so you could figure it out yourself.” Aris replied coldly. The tone felt like a stab to the stomach of Valek. It was his decision not to go visit his only son, not because he was busy, but because he couldn’t bring himself to see his son after what happened before he left. He felt ashamed, but couldn’t bring himself to tell his son the truth. “I was incredibly busy, son, being the head of state can drain a man of his mind and body.” Valek responded, lying through his teeth. Aris seemed to understand, as he nodded his head with an almost blank looking face. Valek knew that his son didn’t believe him, but Valek didn’t have the heart to truly explain. He was the leader of a nation going through a tumultuous time in the world, he had to be and look tough to keep stability among the citizens, and emotions weren’t part of that stoicism that Valek had to show. These past few years have aged Valek, although still considered being young at 48, he looked like he was in his mid 50s, and Aris noticed. “Something must be wrecking him.” Aris thought, as he stopped nodding. “I’m sure you’ve heard about your sister. Quite an accomplished, the youngest legislature in our country’s history.” Valek said, smiling weakly. Aris smiled, he was proud of his sister, but he held his jealousy in enough to not burst into contempt for his grievances towards her and his father. He may have spoken those grievances towards him long ago, but he was trying to move on the best he could. “Yes, I’m very proud of her, mother should be too.” Aris replied. Valek was noticing how uncomfortable his son was getting, talking about Erissa and her political accomplishments were surely getting on his nerves. He sighed, he had to move the conversation elsewhere. “Speaking of your mother, I suggest you go say hi to her, she usually gets up around this time. She’ll be ecstatic to see you.” Valek suggested and Aris complied. Aris turned his back on his dad as he went for the door. Valek sat back down as Aris left the room, not fully closing the door. The king put his hands on his face and muttered to himself loudly. “Where did I go wrong?” He asked himself as he put his hands down and looked at all the paperwork he slept on. Aris heard the mutter and stopped. He thought of going back there and consoling his father, but now was not the time. He kept moving and opened the door to a bedroom to say hi to his mother. |
Washington D.C., America The president's demeanor and tone is polite, to the extent it is practically dripping from him. "Hello as I assume you're well aware, I am the acting president Billy Emerson" "A pleasure to make your acquaintance your excellency. I am Prince Kesair Sephelios, humble servant of his divine majesty Paramount Autocrat Caros Ixilia. His Majesty has sent me to negotiate on his behalf, you are interested in acquiring Seattle as I understand, correct?" "Your grace you are correct, we are extremely interested in claiming Seattle. Would it be safe to assume your interested in parting with it?" "The Free City of Seattle is a prized jewel of the Autocracy, a people who voluntarily submitted to a more intimate and enlightened partnership between our nations. The City's most noble Magnates have entrusted us to secure their further peace and prosperity as part of the greater Ixilian co-prosperity Sphere. It would be a most egregious act if we were to just part with it. Additionally, the port, a once dilapidated and unimpressive thing, is now a core of Ixilian trade in the East Pacific, the Autocracy has made substantial investments into it." The American president speaks in a polite, yet persuasive tone to the Ixilian princeling. "It is true that The Free City of Seattle is quite the powerful trading port for your nation, as such I will be more than willing to compensate by providing the autocracy special trading privileges within America." "Special trading rights? What do you mean by this? Will Ixilians be able to freely establish operations in America? I know men from the Ore Consortium and Petroleum Cartel that that have long lamented the inability to trade in American Raw goods, and likewise, I have contacts that are interested in exporting to America. The Head Overseer of Autocrat's Own has expressed a firm belief the American people would love them." Sephelios finishes his cigarette and lights another. "I'm offering for the Ixilians to have the ability to freely establish trade within our nations, This would of course include exporting and importing goods with our nation." Emmerson speaks in a far more formal tone, his voice shifting subtly into a firmer tone. The Ixilian's tone remains unchanged, but Emerson swears his eyes look vaguely like those of a cat as he speaks. "Hmmm, and how much of Seattle are we to cede? And what of treatment of Ixilian traders? You must understand we are a unique people, most of my countrymen are not as strongly constituted as those of royal blood like myself. It is standard Ixilian policy that all Ixilian subjects enjoy diplomatic immunity and guarantees of non-harassment abroad in order to provide both for their safety and prevent unnecessary conflict in the event our unique culture does ever cause conflict. Now of course as our track record shows, no Ixilian has ever been indicted in a legal controversy abroad and our sailors never take shore leave outside our respect installations, so I hope you will find such conditions amendable." "While I cant guarantee my citizens will not harass your own, for this is a land of free speech, I can guarantee strict punishment to any government officials who discriminate against your people. As for Seattle I would like all of it, but you can keep the section of the port." Kesair looks at Emerson, a mild quantity of doubt visible in his eyes. "Mr. Emerson, I hope you will be able to enforce such decrees, but I believe the best measures are those which minimize conflict between our peoples, and what minimizes conflict is what minimizes contact." "I see, it may be a struggle, but I believe that we can all coexist, for what is America, if not a free and loving nation. Things may not be easy from the start, but I know if we struggle on things will work out. I will make it so we wont discriminate against you, just give me Seattle." Kesair notices Billy's tone shifts again and appears to be the man's genuine thoughts. "Yes, we shall part with Seattle, but we need proper assurances. A few more consulates here and there might go a long way to helping both parties, as the best way of forging love and common sympathy is by giving new parties a regulated and safe place to work together." "I see, I believe that is completely fair and appropriate. Of course we will require some basic information on both of them, background checks and such." "The Autocracy can handle the staffing and securing of such sites, we won't have need of Native help" "Alright that seems acceptable. We were also would like to readjust the Canadian borders if that will be alright." “We would like the border between Canada and the US to follow the 49th parallel.” "Ah yes, that would be a net gain for the Canadians, I'm sure they'll agree." Kesair in a rapid manner takes a singular powerful drag of his cigarette, exhausting the smoke in one breath, and then deposits the butte of it in an ashtray. "Well, if that is all that concerns me, I shall leave some of my legal subordinates to work out the finer details of the treaty with your staffers, there is much that requires my attention Mr. President. With that I bid you good day." “Have a good day your grace”  NotAnEmpire for making me stop being lazy and do a cowrite. |
The Second Betrayal “How could my attack fail!!!” Clenching her fist, Richardson furiously slams it into her desk. This can't be happening, if Amon finds out then he’ll surely… No, it's best not to think about it. With a deep inhale, Richardson calms herself. Alright I can still save this, all I have to do is delete our data on our last battle record and prevent Amon from learning of it. But how will I explain why we haven't taken over Mexico city? From what I know, Amon wouldn't believe his strategy had failed, in other words I'll have to win this battle swiftly without his knowledge.This time I'll win for sure. Richardson swiftly exits her office, heading straight for the Committee of peace's mainframe, after which she deletes all data related to the last battle. Sighing heavily, Richardson feels as if a weight has been taken off her shoulders. Ok now all that remains is to swiftly conquer Mexico City. The previous battle was merely a fluke, nothing more… With that Emmerson returns to her office, not noticing the hidden camera watching her as she leaves. |
Hammer and Anvil --- Department of War The Filipino defense was beginning to crumble. For the better part of three years, the Federation had exchanged blows with the Philippine Republic, yet neither side had managed to strike a decisive blow against the other. But as the momentum of the war had continued to shift in Castel’s favor, it would be their breakthrough at Appari which would finally see Kastel fully regain the initiative against Manila. Soon after the Philippine army’s route from Appari, the Castelians would press their advantage, and relentlessly pursued the Philippine army further down the Cagayan river until the two opposing forces eventually met at the city of Ilagan. They stood no chance. Leveraging their supremacy in the skies, the Castelian air force began relentlessly bombing the city, killing thousands and grinding a once sprawling city into dust. Yet even after the bombing ceased, the Filipino defenders would receive no respite---they simply traded one hell for another: just as the ceaseless bombing began to wind down, the Filipinnos were faced with the ear-shattering roar of over a dozen howitzers. The army, once numbering in the thousands, was reduced to only a few hundred against the thousands of Castelians and their auxiliaries besieging the city. The city’s defenders would be subsequently slaughtered in the following engagement, annihilating the northern Filipino army and opening the route to Manila. To the west, the Castelian High Command, seeking to capitalize on the Philippine's faltering war effort, authorized one final assault against the symbol of Filipino resistance against the Castelian onslaught: San Fernando. Yet their intention wasn’t to take the city. In what could only be described as one of the largest bombings of a civilian target in recorded history, using a mix of explosive and incendiary ordinance, the Castelian air force would mercilessly bomb a city of one hundred and twenty five thousand into the ground. By the time the Castelians had pulled back to their bases in the South China Sea, San Fernando had been reduced to a burning pile of rubble, and any who had remained in the city were now just charred corpses. Emboldened by the inland successes of the Combined Army, the Kriegsmarine would also resume their forays into Filipino territory, yet with a markedly different approach; rather than face the asymmetric tactics of the Philippine navy head on, the Castelians would leverage their numbers and strangle their logistics. The gamble worked, and the Filipinos increasingly found themselves unable to counter what was a front-wide assault against their ability to supply their defense against the Castelian army. The steel gauntlet of the Castelian Federation continues to tighten its grip over the Philippines, and if not broken soon, may spell the end for the Philippine Republic. For the Empire! |
The end of the incompetence. “It.... it failed again…” Realizing her latest attack failed, Richardson realized she had no hope of retaining her current position. I have to flee the country! Lord Amon, no Nixon will surely torture me for what I have done! Sigh. There is still time, If I head straight for Canada, then Nixon will have no way of getting to me. Suddenly a pounding could be heard on the door. Who could that be, dId Nixon already send his men? Impossible, he shouldn't yet know of our defeat. With that the door is promptly kicked open, and two large men swiftly barge in. I have to keep appearances. “How dare you come into my office unannounced!” The two men pay no heed to her complaints and quickly knock her out. As Richardson slowly begins to regain consciousness she hears an unfamiliar voice. —--------------------- |
The Final Curtain Now then, there's the issue of Mollys’ replacement. His name was Timothy Perez, he possessed incredible potential as a committee head. He has already proven himself an excellent strategist and as such I've put him in charge of finishing this war. The only problem is he's ill experienced and young, but this is the perfect chance for him to learn... |
Unbridled Terror --- Department of War Overwhelming force against dogged defense. Starved and shattered, yet unwilling to surrender, the Philippine army continued to resist the onslaught. Nevertheless, despite their determination to repulse their Castelian invaders, they were in full retreat... Or so the Castelians thought. Believing their enemies to be broken and victory in sight, the Heer pursued the remnants of the Filipino army with rabid tenacity, rapidly outpacing their logistics as they crossed the mountains of Cordillera Central. Having taken the bait, the Philippine army sprung the trap. Drawing upon what reserves they still had, the Filipinos would finally move to check the Castelian blitz at the city of Palayan, located at the heart of the Central Luzon Plains. Thousands of Castelians soon found themselves caught between the Filipino army and the mountains, with only the plains of Luzon to provide any sort of defense. However, even despite their obvious disadvantage the Castelians would not fold so easily. While bearable, the Castelian air force continued to shell the Filipino’s position, slowing their progress against the encircled Castelian army as the latter continued to attempt a breakout. They eventually would, but not before both sides suffered staggering casualties. Fury. Following their failure to crush the remnants of the Philippine army, the Castelian High Command would order the mass bombing of Luzon. Indiscriminately, the Castelians would attack civilian and military targets alike, leveling infrastructure and causing mass panic across the island. Their bombings would kill thousands, though it could not hold a candle to the efforts of the Kriegsmarine. A country heavily reliant on food imports due to its burgeoning population, the solidification of the Castelian naval blockade after the Filipino navy’s failure to break it has resulted in the onset of hunger on the population, no doubt further exacerbated by the increasing lack of functioning infrastructure. The blockade has claimed the lives of thousands already, and Kastel has shown no signs of relenting in what can be described as a total strangulation of the country. Though they managed to hold on for now, the prospects for Manila grow increasingly grim, and only time will tell if they are able to continue to hold out. For the Empire! |
The Aftermath Sitting at a large round table were four out of the six committee heads. There was Timothy Perez, Damion Alastor, Bradley McDowel, and finally Robert Jones, they ran the committees of Peace, Freedom, sustenance, and innovation respectively. That said it was quite rare for two nonetheless four committee heads to meet, then again the circumstances are also quite rare… “Mcdowel is here we may begin the conference.” Jones proclaimed in a cold sterile tone. |
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