Post by VoxApocrypha on Jul 13, 2024 17:26:16 GMT -5
RED SEA
1936, Esrellia
North of Areman Peaking Mountains, Novic Sea
Fleetgroup Rombarda had broken apart hours before the order was given to return home, but no one had known until several security teams and crews had mutinied, declaring intentions to return to the Republic. While Romulus and Raymus had already begun their return trips to Roskana, the slowness of reorganization in Rombarda had led to the eventual collapse of the force altogether, as Republic loyal soldiers and sailors seized the vessels, and Areman marines boarded ones that had sailed too close to the Areman coastline, either unopposed by disorganized and in-fighting crews, or having willingly surrendered the vessels to Republican control. To lose frigates and cruisers was not as hard a blow as losing two battleships and several battlecruisers.
Two battleships, the Charon and the Eminent Domain, had switched sides, though neither had gone without bloodshed when they switched hands.
The Charon had sailed too close to the shore when its navigation had been disrupted by a rogue transport ship, carrying marines from the mainland that had defected back to the republic in the wake of the capitulation. They had intercepted the vessel and boarded it using ropes and rafts, while the Areman fleet used light cruisers to hem it in. Their bridge was a bloodbath, captain and most of the staff dead, so the vessel was taken by tugs back to a port in the Areman regional capital of Suzraine.
The Eminent Domain had been seized by mutineers, and arrived later that day, bringing with them several frigates, a few cruisers, and a pair of escort destroyers.
Later, three battlecruisers arrived. The Praxus, the Vultan, and the Utan joined with the first of their kin to defect, the Koaliad, giving the Republic a total of four battlecruisers in hand to support their battleships. With the Dominion crew members being permanently interred in a military prison camp outside of the city of Suzraine, the Republicans had been given a veritable arsenal of weapons and equipment stolen or recovered by loyalists. Vessels with defectors, Anti-Grinvelian forces and groups, and freedom fighters, as well as the remains of the now Exiled Republikan party, had begun arriving, as had members of other parties too, being primarily members of the Praxus party. There were even Marrish ex-pats and handfuls of Roskanan immigrants arriving, and they had been for several weeks, though by the time the end of Esrellia was peaking around the corner on the calendar, the flow of arms and people from home had stopped.
The Dominion had clamped down on port traffic and declared that Arema was a rogue province of the greater whole. Eflus was still firmly in Dominion hands and had remained in their hold despite attempts to contact the queen. There was no doubt the messages were reaching her, she had already made a decision. Eflus was now a threat to the rest of Arema, which had to be contained.
They had inherited a sizeable portion of the landing ship fleet, almost two hundred of them, the entirety of which had been stored in Arema while the other nearly eight hundred were still in mainland ports.
They had a sizeable force of their own as well. Most of the Areman forces had either not taken a side, or the Tsarists were located further south, operating mostly from the Skipping Crater Islands. Its proximity to Roskanan Micronesia had been part of that, and long since been a Tsarist strongpoint, though the Dominion and old tsardom were two different beasts, and the old Tsar and his forces had not declared for anyone as of yet.
Even so, they had enemies in their backyard.
And on the 23rd of Esrellia, one attempted to make a play.
It didn't go very well.
Death toll
-1200 Light Infantry
-200 Standard Infantry
Acquisitions - Taken from Roskanan Mainland
x160 Howitzers
x200 Field Guns
x20 Anti-Tank Guns
x2 Recon Planes
x9 Armored Cars
x120 Elite Guards
x3000 Standard Infantry
x1400 Special Infantry
x3000 Light Infantry
x3 Battlecruisers
x2 Fast Battleships
x6 Frigates
x2 Escort Destroyers
x4 Light Cruisers
x7 Heavy Cruisers
x9 Transport Boats
x194 Landing Craft
Included In this: Defection to Arema section in AFOA
Suzraine, Arema
1936, Esrellia 29th
The door to the mayor's office slowly creaked open. The tip of a SIR slowly came up, before the Kithium officer stepped inside. As the door swung open slowly, the light of a hallway lantern disappeared from the bullet holes in the wooden doorframe. Slowly, she made her way towards the desk, while two other men in green uniforms with blue cloth on their arms advanced behind her, one holding an SMG, the other another rifle. The Festria holding the SMG swept his weapon to the right, the other, to the left, both sweeping the room from end to end until they stopped at the desk.
The room was littered with bodies, Areman garrison troopers.
Blood covered the floor, spent casings and splinters of wood. The single electrical light in the room hung above them, off after they'd cut power to the building with an explosive earlier into the attack on city hall. The mayor had killed the Governor, and his security forces had attempted to take control of the city, leading to a multi-day battle in Suzraine that'd culminated in the attack on city hall.. and moments ago, the death of the Mayor. The Kithium confirmed it when she leaned over the desk with her rifle barrel poking down, able to see the bullet-riddled body and handgun in the human man's hand.
She breathed a slow exhale of relief and slowly stepped back.
"..Check the adjacent rooms." She'd order, sweeping one hand to the right, then the other to the left, watching as more men filtered through. They found nothing.
When both squad leaders returned and reported as such, she ordered the building cordoned off, and made her way outside, taking a box of cigarettes out of her breast pocket, the black furred feline brushing a blood soaked hand over the white fur of her chin as she walked out onto the steps of City Hall, immediately greeted by the flash of a camera. She lept out with her hand to grab it near immediately, cigarettes falling out of her hand as she ended up taking a tumble as the nimble Cerven dodged, and sprinted away into the darkness of the city, behind a roadblock made of a carriage.
"Motherfucker!" She'd yell. "God damn bastard! So fucking lucky you son of a bitch!" She'd scream, before a moment later, she'd let an exasperated sigh escape her lips. Where the fuck was the rest of the blocker unit? She could see a few men huddled behind the remains of a tractor and some sheet metal, near a corner cobblestone structure. With a angry growl, the feline's ears flattened back against her head, before she let out a sigh, and pulled her beret back on.
She grabbed her cigarettes, and brushed the dust off of them, before sitting down onto the steps.
Soon a handful of soldiers from the hall began to make their way out of the structure. A few men leading a column of prisoners, rebels wearing white bands on their arms escorted by the blue bands, made their way down the road in front of them, and more flashes of light could be seen. It was the press, of course. The fact they even had cameras here astonished here. But whatever. As she watched the column of prisoners go by, it was not long before a truck arrived, carrying with it the highest ranking government official in the remnants of the Republican government.
She stepped out of the back, holding in hand a bag, and in the other a rifle, the Akulan making her way slowly to the Kithium woman who sat on the steps.
"I take it they did not allow themselves to be captured then?" The shark asked.
"No, Madame." The cat replied. "They were killed in a firefight in his office."
"I see." She said, as two guards made their way up behind her. "What of the other staff who participated?"
The Kithium would extinguish the cigarette, and stand up, as would the others.
"We found some. Some have escaped from the port before we could lock it down with the navy." She'd tell her.
"I will have the navy begin trying to track them." She'd say. "..So, Atelier. You are presently the highest commanding officer in this city, yes?" She'd ask the Kithium, who would nod. "I am the only."
"I see. We require a proper general. You are the only person with the experience necessary presently on-island, and with how you handled this rebellion, I think you can be counted on." She'd say. "As of this moment you're being promoted. I have no ranks to give you in hand, unfortunately, but I am sure that you may be able to procure some." She'd say. "We are still re-organizing, but I am now acting President." The shark continued.
"Madame President." The Kithium would nod.
"Thank you." They'd reply. "You may still call me Rosaline. This does not feel like much of a formal meeting." She'd say, before looking up at the window of the third story office. "When you can, please remove the corpses from the upstairs. We need to make this building the center of our operations. Full checks for traps, bombs, mines. Then, once we're established, we have a lot of work to do."
"Yes, Madame President." Atelier nod.
1936, Esrellia
North of Areman Peaking Mountains, Novic Sea
Fleetgroup Rombarda had broken apart hours before the order was given to return home, but no one had known until several security teams and crews had mutinied, declaring intentions to return to the Republic. While Romulus and Raymus had already begun their return trips to Roskana, the slowness of reorganization in Rombarda had led to the eventual collapse of the force altogether, as Republic loyal soldiers and sailors seized the vessels, and Areman marines boarded ones that had sailed too close to the Areman coastline, either unopposed by disorganized and in-fighting crews, or having willingly surrendered the vessels to Republican control. To lose frigates and cruisers was not as hard a blow as losing two battleships and several battlecruisers.
Two battleships, the Charon and the Eminent Domain, had switched sides, though neither had gone without bloodshed when they switched hands.
The Charon had sailed too close to the shore when its navigation had been disrupted by a rogue transport ship, carrying marines from the mainland that had defected back to the republic in the wake of the capitulation. They had intercepted the vessel and boarded it using ropes and rafts, while the Areman fleet used light cruisers to hem it in. Their bridge was a bloodbath, captain and most of the staff dead, so the vessel was taken by tugs back to a port in the Areman regional capital of Suzraine.
The Eminent Domain had been seized by mutineers, and arrived later that day, bringing with them several frigates, a few cruisers, and a pair of escort destroyers.
Later, three battlecruisers arrived. The Praxus, the Vultan, and the Utan joined with the first of their kin to defect, the Koaliad, giving the Republic a total of four battlecruisers in hand to support their battleships. With the Dominion crew members being permanently interred in a military prison camp outside of the city of Suzraine, the Republicans had been given a veritable arsenal of weapons and equipment stolen or recovered by loyalists. Vessels with defectors, Anti-Grinvelian forces and groups, and freedom fighters, as well as the remains of the now Exiled Republikan party, had begun arriving, as had members of other parties too, being primarily members of the Praxus party. There were even Marrish ex-pats and handfuls of Roskanan immigrants arriving, and they had been for several weeks, though by the time the end of Esrellia was peaking around the corner on the calendar, the flow of arms and people from home had stopped.
The Dominion had clamped down on port traffic and declared that Arema was a rogue province of the greater whole. Eflus was still firmly in Dominion hands and had remained in their hold despite attempts to contact the queen. There was no doubt the messages were reaching her, she had already made a decision. Eflus was now a threat to the rest of Arema, which had to be contained.
They had inherited a sizeable portion of the landing ship fleet, almost two hundred of them, the entirety of which had been stored in Arema while the other nearly eight hundred were still in mainland ports.
They had a sizeable force of their own as well. Most of the Areman forces had either not taken a side, or the Tsarists were located further south, operating mostly from the Skipping Crater Islands. Its proximity to Roskanan Micronesia had been part of that, and long since been a Tsarist strongpoint, though the Dominion and old tsardom were two different beasts, and the old Tsar and his forces had not declared for anyone as of yet.
Even so, they had enemies in their backyard.
And on the 23rd of Esrellia, one attempted to make a play.
It didn't go very well.
Death toll
-1200 Light Infantry
-200 Standard Infantry
Acquisitions - Taken from Roskanan Mainland
x160 Howitzers
x200 Field Guns
x20 Anti-Tank Guns
x2 Recon Planes
x9 Armored Cars
x120 Elite Guards
x3000 Standard Infantry
x1400 Special Infantry
x3000 Light Infantry
x3 Battlecruisers
x2 Fast Battleships
x6 Frigates
x2 Escort Destroyers
x4 Light Cruisers
x7 Heavy Cruisers
x9 Transport Boats
x194 Landing Craft
Included In this: Defection to Arema section in AFOA
Suzraine, Arema
1936, Esrellia 29th
The door to the mayor's office slowly creaked open. The tip of a SIR slowly came up, before the Kithium officer stepped inside. As the door swung open slowly, the light of a hallway lantern disappeared from the bullet holes in the wooden doorframe. Slowly, she made her way towards the desk, while two other men in green uniforms with blue cloth on their arms advanced behind her, one holding an SMG, the other another rifle. The Festria holding the SMG swept his weapon to the right, the other, to the left, both sweeping the room from end to end until they stopped at the desk.
The room was littered with bodies, Areman garrison troopers.
Blood covered the floor, spent casings and splinters of wood. The single electrical light in the room hung above them, off after they'd cut power to the building with an explosive earlier into the attack on city hall. The mayor had killed the Governor, and his security forces had attempted to take control of the city, leading to a multi-day battle in Suzraine that'd culminated in the attack on city hall.. and moments ago, the death of the Mayor. The Kithium confirmed it when she leaned over the desk with her rifle barrel poking down, able to see the bullet-riddled body and handgun in the human man's hand.
She breathed a slow exhale of relief and slowly stepped back.
"..Check the adjacent rooms." She'd order, sweeping one hand to the right, then the other to the left, watching as more men filtered through. They found nothing.
When both squad leaders returned and reported as such, she ordered the building cordoned off, and made her way outside, taking a box of cigarettes out of her breast pocket, the black furred feline brushing a blood soaked hand over the white fur of her chin as she walked out onto the steps of City Hall, immediately greeted by the flash of a camera. She lept out with her hand to grab it near immediately, cigarettes falling out of her hand as she ended up taking a tumble as the nimble Cerven dodged, and sprinted away into the darkness of the city, behind a roadblock made of a carriage.
"Motherfucker!" She'd yell. "God damn bastard! So fucking lucky you son of a bitch!" She'd scream, before a moment later, she'd let an exasperated sigh escape her lips. Where the fuck was the rest of the blocker unit? She could see a few men huddled behind the remains of a tractor and some sheet metal, near a corner cobblestone structure. With a angry growl, the feline's ears flattened back against her head, before she let out a sigh, and pulled her beret back on.
She grabbed her cigarettes, and brushed the dust off of them, before sitting down onto the steps.
Soon a handful of soldiers from the hall began to make their way out of the structure. A few men leading a column of prisoners, rebels wearing white bands on their arms escorted by the blue bands, made their way down the road in front of them, and more flashes of light could be seen. It was the press, of course. The fact they even had cameras here astonished here. But whatever. As she watched the column of prisoners go by, it was not long before a truck arrived, carrying with it the highest ranking government official in the remnants of the Republican government.
She stepped out of the back, holding in hand a bag, and in the other a rifle, the Akulan making her way slowly to the Kithium woman who sat on the steps.
"I take it they did not allow themselves to be captured then?" The shark asked.
"No, Madame." The cat replied. "They were killed in a firefight in his office."
"I see." She said, as two guards made their way up behind her. "What of the other staff who participated?"
The Kithium would extinguish the cigarette, and stand up, as would the others.
"We found some. Some have escaped from the port before we could lock it down with the navy." She'd tell her.
"I will have the navy begin trying to track them." She'd say. "..So, Atelier. You are presently the highest commanding officer in this city, yes?" She'd ask the Kithium, who would nod. "I am the only."
"I see. We require a proper general. You are the only person with the experience necessary presently on-island, and with how you handled this rebellion, I think you can be counted on." She'd say. "As of this moment you're being promoted. I have no ranks to give you in hand, unfortunately, but I am sure that you may be able to procure some." She'd say. "We are still re-organizing, but I am now acting President." The shark continued.
"Madame President." The Kithium would nod.
"Thank you." They'd reply. "You may still call me Rosaline. This does not feel like much of a formal meeting." She'd say, before looking up at the window of the third story office. "When you can, please remove the corpses from the upstairs. We need to make this building the center of our operations. Full checks for traps, bombs, mines. Then, once we're established, we have a lot of work to do."
"Yes, Madame President." Atelier nod.