A Battle Unseen

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Re: A Battle Unseen

Postby wimpwampwomp » Thu Jun 24, 2021 10:17 am

April 10, 4955
4th Army Field Headquarters
Hyeokjin Metropolis, Kyo Communist Councilist Republic, Union of Communist Councilist Republics


"Ah, shit."

"Quiet. You no speak," the Rowiet offficer barked in bad Kunikata.

Okabe looked up at the Rowiet. He couldn't quite tell what kind of Rowiet he was in the shadows. The commie's Kunikata was too bad to betray an accent either. "Well, at least bandage my arm. As you can see, it's bleeding, because your man here fucking shot it." He vaguely waved at the culprit, a trigger-happy Draddwyr who seemed to be just out of high school. The young soldier glowered, his hand at rest on his pistol.

A moment of hesitation. Then the officer said something in his native language, too quiet to discern, and nodded to a medic, who promptly dressed the wound.

After that, the officer still loomed over the wounded lieutenant general.

"Well, are you going to take me prisoner?" Okabe asked, too tired to be indignant.

"First one thing, then you go prison."

And so, Lieutenant General Okabe Sanetane, Demon of Seidō, faithful servant of the Emperor of Gao-Soto, commander of the 4th Army of Group North of the Imperial Army, and the terror of Rowiets all over the Kyo Peninsula, sighed and said those fateful words: "I, and the rest of the 4th Army, surrender."

He put his hands up. "Now let me just email my general."
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Re: A Battle Unseen

Postby wimpwampwomp » Sat Jun 26, 2021 2:43 pm

September 21, 4957

Fujiramoto Shrine, Fujiramoto, Yokotori Subprefecture, Hilgar Prefecture, Gao-Soto

The sounds of autumn
The falling leaves, dim birdsong
Are joined soon by death


"Sir!" a bodyguard - what was his name? - said as he barged in, the sound of distant gunfire slipping through the momentarily opened doorway. "The enemy is closing in. Should we evacuate by helicop -"
"Wait."

Spring, o joyous spring
Seems to follow, unhindered
By...


Hmm.

By coming winter.

There it was.
"No," Tanigawa calmly replied. "The Rowiets were parachuted in; they almost certainly have air superiority. Rescue will not come."
The guard looked crestfallen. Disappointed. "I see...would you like to do it with my gun?"
"I will not."
"Then wi -"
"I will not do it at all."
The remorse on the guard's face was gradually replaced by a quiet confusion. "What do you mean, sir?"
Tanigawa placed a hand on the helmet, and ever so slowly donned it and ever so slowly stood up with every ounce the tigerlike grace of the samurai of old. The ancient armor seemed to lift him up just as much as it weighed him down. He gave one look at his bodyguard, and unsheathed his katana.
"Tell the men to form up behind me in the entry corridor.
"It's time."
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Re: A Battle Unseen

Postby Liukupukki » Sat Jul 17, 2021 10:07 pm

September 29th, 4968
10PM Gemun Time
Chong Hala-i Laundromat, Gemun Way 17 B, East-Gemun, Khani, Bianjie

I flipped the sign on the window of my laundromat, from "open" to "closed" I turn off the lights.
I rush downstairs, I must open the backdoor, the Eastside Gemuners are coming to meet me about something important.
I click open the lock on my door and open it.

"Don't move" Shouted the man at me. Shit! it's Ghanbo, only the president of the largest criminal organization in east side Gemun.
"I have a proposal" he says to me, while pointing a handgun directly at my face "let's go inside" I reply
We step inside my cellar, I offer him some tea, but he refused. "I am not here for tea time. You know what to do" Ghanbo handed me a gun and a note.

I hate having to worship these criminals, but it's the only way I can afford rent outside of communes. I step outside from my lousy apartment in the east side slums.
It seems the Gemun Gang has invaded our turf. He would surely find me if I won't show them what happens when they fuck with us. I walk towards the address he gave me.
I hate to cross the line, but it seems I am headed to west Gemun. That's the turf of the Gemun Gang, and not to mention, the cops.

The house is near, I can already see it. I sigh and kick the door in. "Get down on the floor, faces to the carpet!"
I shout very loudly. I see a woman holding a small child, perhaps an infant hit the deck. A man runs from the left, equipped with a kitchen knife.
"Get the fuck out of my house!" he shouts as he's charging at me. I shoot him before he reaches me. Great, now my shoes are dirty.

The woman shouts "You won't get away with this, you monster!" I had no other options but to pull the trigger.
I had to leave the now orphan child alone, I can't shoot a baby, the Eastsiders can't be mad for that, it's just a baby.
It pains me to think whatever happened to that child. No parents, no nothing.

I run back to eastside, before the law catches me. It's only a short stroll home from the line between the west and east
Once I open my door, Ghanbo is still sitting there, with a cigar in his hand. "You left him, didn't you?" He asks, looking dead serious.
"N-No- s-sir" I managed to stutter. "I'd beg to differ" he replied. He puts a knife on my throat and whispers into my ear "Don't lie to me. Ever."

Everything fades to black, I can't hear or see anything. Is this where I meet the saviour?
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Re: A Battle Unseen

Postby alaskancrabpuffs21 » Sun Aug 29, 2021 5:27 am

Presidential Palace
November 23rd 4989
Doressa, Narikaton and Darnussia

The new president of the Confederation was restless. He had been anxious and made sure no one was around during this hour. He knew he had to do this. They had done so much to help him. It is all that he and his party could do to to repay them. He sat down put his glasses on the large desk in front of him and pulled out a cigar. He unwrinkled the end of it and lit it. It made a smell that he knew too well. He sat down closed his eyes and took a large drag from it.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The knocking was faint but the President knew who it was. He opened the door and in stepped a tall women. She wore a black suit. She took off her jacket showing her red hair piled neatly on top of her head. She had piercing black eyes. She was smoking a cigarette and took off her gloves putting them on the president's desk.

"You did good work", The President said in a quiet tone. "Elections went off smoothly without any problems. Those socialists will never be able to see power ever again". He took another drag from his cigar. "It is truly amazing how you amassed so many people. So many people to "count" ballots. It is as if the Socialists never had any supporters.

She nodded and then said "Well Mr. President you and the country know me as a honest businesswomen, someone who has worked her way up from poor street girl into a multi billionaire. However I have my ways of getting what I want done". She looked at him with a smirk and then said "I see you have something for me"?

"Yes" said the President handing the briefcase to her. "My party and I cannot thank you enough for your work. You have saved your country madam Kalvenhaar. You will be able to reap the rewards of a new more open country free from socialism".

"I know dear" she said walking out of the room in stride. She stopped at the door and turned around and looked at the room for a minute "I will be back here, she promised to herself. I wanna run this country some day. I think I would make a great president".

The President nodded in agreement "I think you would too".

Without a word she walked out the door leaving the President in silence once again. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. He did it! He was now President of the Confederation and no one suspected a thing! He had done a great campaign and shocked the socialists!
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Re: A Battle Unseen

Postby alaskancrabpuffs21 » Wed Sep 08, 2021 7:23 pm

Parliament Strasse, Aikums, Dolgava March 1st 4995 16:00 local time

Men and women had been shuffling into this bar for many hours now. They all sat around drinking very little but seemingly waiting for someone. The mood seemed like a funeral however everyone there had a purpose for being there. If you paid any attention to the bar you would see the closed sign on the door. Maybe you would also see the curtains drawn inside. The bar trying to appear closed. Mumbled talking barely audible could be heard. The people in the bar were a collection of politicians, local leaders and several heavily armed militia leaders.

In walked a gruff man, He was huge having the duck through the short doorway. He sat at the bar and ordered a tall beer. Then he turned to the audience and spoke in a gruff sandpaper like voice.

"Well thank you all for being here. I know that you all have busy schedules but I wanted to get you all here. As we all know, this current regime is very unpopular. It is something to push progressive policies but for a Prime Minister to be inactive and not speaking to anyone in months. This is why we need to restart the Dolgava Conservative Party. I know all your life's you have been told how this party is "fascist" and evil, however that is complete bullshit.

Most of us are not good at politics. This is why I have found a perfect face for our party. She has spent her childhood in Tropica and emigrated to Dolgava at the age of 5. She retains here heritage of being a Tropican-Dolgavan however she truly believes in conservative values. She will be the PM that Dolgava needs and will draw moderates and even liberal voters to our cause just because she is an immigrant.

Now the current PM will be resisting us. However I believe the rural and urban voters will come out to support us. Also a new group that will support us is the youth. They are tired of the old man who keeps being absent from reality. We will storm to victory. However I expect a not very peaceful exchange in power that is why I am going to be asking that militias form to make sure that we win no matter what! As you all know the time has not come however we have our Prime Minister and our movement is growing fast. We are close to achieving freedom but we must continue to work hard and fight hard. I ask you all to continue to support this movement. We are the future of this nation!"

With that the room went silent and the speaker left the bar followed by the other patrons. Soon the bar was empty and the street filled with dispersing people.
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Re: A Battle Unseen

Postby wimpwampwomp » Thu Sep 09, 2021 1:27 am

April 15, 4995
The Vatervondrem Waryüd Center for the Fine arts
Kien, Hulstria and Gao-Soto

The scaffolding had already appeared in the front of a building like a rash, the buzzing of tools filling the air. Ferdinand took a double take. "What's going on?"
No one spoke up. Ferdinand repeated himself. "What's going on?!"
The foreman appeared out of nowhere, sweating a little. "Uh, Minister, we're just...we're just carrying out the renovation of the center."
"Wh - the renaming proposal hasn't even been passed by the Diet yet!"
"Well. I mean, Herr Leistner, is it really going to be turned down by anyone? Besides, there's so much to do."
"Like what?"
"Well, for starters..." - the foreman pointed in the direction of the impressive portico, which Ferdinand had to admit never had been quite in keeping with the Front ideal - "...the inscription on the portico roof is long. Very long."
"What does it say again?"
"Ahem: 'LET US CONSTRUCT AND BUILD UNDER THE BANNER OF METZISM-LEONIDISM-WARYUDISM THE CULTURE OF THE GREAT REPUBLIC AND ADVANCE IT AT THE HELM OF THE MOTHERLAND'S PAN-TERRAN REVOLUTIONARY CAUSE GIVING NEW CREATIVE AND CUL -"
Jesus, is that what Meiji had written? Good thing the old fascist geezer is dead. "Okay, that's enough."
"It's written in Blackletter, and most of it consists of identical up-and-down minims connected to each other in different places. Not only is it illegible and ostentatious, but there are Kunikata, Hulstro-Mikun, and Selucian translations as well. Just this will take a while. We can't afford to wait for the Diet approval we both know is guaranteed."
Well, the foreman sure made a fair point. "Well, you...sure make a fair point. Carry on."
"Yes, Minister."
And so the endeavor to chip away at Yarwood's legacy continued inexorably on.
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