NationStates Jolt Archive

-Mestionian, on the SE coast-

Early this morning, a group of fast-attack gun boats and heavy cruisers under the command of George Wallace, notorious pirate and privateer were able to miraculously find themselves in control of the port of St. Augusta following a dramatic encounter with the local warlord and pirate captain.

Wallace, the most powerful of the pirate captains in the Mestionian archipelago, has shown a rather sharp edge as of late, modernizing his "fleet" with such niceties as uniforms, modern weapons, and basic military structure. The purpose for this modernization was not completely understood until this morning when Captain Tom "Jingles" McKay, then self-appointed king of St.Augusta and the surrounding area found himself and his force of nearly 4,000 men completely surrounded by a a force of over twice their size.

Despite the vast amount of concentrated deadly weaponry, the operation ended without a shot being fired. Through a brilliant manuever, Captain Wallace was able to send a force of some 2000 men afoot to secure the roads leaving St. Augusta, combined with the impeccable stealth and mobility of Captain Wallace's ocean-going fleet, the invaders were able to effectively blockade the city, making any attempt to hold out completely folly.

Following the taking of the city, Wallace forced Captain McKay to sign a "treaty of cooperation", stating in essence that McKay's ships and men are to fall under the immediate command of Wallace and can be used at any time and for any purpose Wallace sees fit. This treaty brings the Captain's estimated strength to over 13,000 battle-ready men and over 200 warships.

-Everon, Mestionian-

Wasting little time following his stunning victory at St. Augusta, now self-proclaimed Admiral George Wallace sailed his freshly augmented force of over 13,000 men towards the coast of Everon, the largest island in the Mestionian archipelago home to over thirty million people, two million of which were men-in-arms loyal to the various pirate leaders and warlords of the area.

As the bulk of his war-fleet approached the port of Ives, a large city on the southern coast of the island, they were confronted with a substantial force of some three thousand men, all crewing a total of close to twenty men-of-war ships. However, when one would think fighting would errupt between conqueror and inhabitant of a land, the exact opposite took place. The vessels ran up white flags of truce, and following a brief word with commanders of Wallace's vessels, joined the ranks of the Adrmial's makeshift navy.

With the only naval support for the city under his thumb, Admiral Wallace entered the port of Ives unopposed, landed his ground forces, and after a few minor exchanges of sporadic gunfire with local yahoos took the city and claimed lordship over the surrounding acreage.

That evening, Admiral Wallace sent out radio and other transmissions in an attempt to reach all corners of the archipelago. His goal is uncertain at this time, but it appears as though his rapid expansion of power is welcomed by the people whom he conquers.

-In the city of Ives, Mestionian-

Admiral George Wallace, the as of late ambitious warlord from southern Mestionian called for and recieved the presence of the most powerful warlords and pirates from all of Mestionian, one-hundred and twenty different clans and groups being represented. There, at Ives, in the building that once housed the Mestionian Parliament, Admiral Wallace spoke to his esteemed audience. He approached the grand podium where the old leaders of Mestionian once stood. He drew his sword, held it up for all to see, and then rather lacadisically let it fall to the floor.

"I no longer desire to cross blades with you men. I have asked you here, not as a matter of simple politics or patronage. I grow weary of these games we play, one city against the other. Gentlemen, for too long have we wasted our efforts on petty looting and piracy. For too long have we fought each other over trifling matters such as protection rights and territorial waters. For too long, has the glory and power of this once mighty nation been forgotten. Look at yourselves, you all wear different colors as if you were from different countriesl; have you forgotten your heritage?! When we were boys, we were all told the tales of the Rebelandi War, where our great and noble ancestors fought valiantly against a far greater enemy in order to preserve this great nation. Have we forgotten the stories of Crowley, Williams, and all the other patriots who bled the ground red for their people?! I fear we have, for I look among us, and see not a nation, but a gang. A gang of men, too long comitted to their own personal gain. Around the world, people scoff at us as if we were trash, and why should they not? We were once prosperous, strong, and powerful. Now we are but an island chain strung together only by the omnipotent stigma of death and greed. Gentlemen, this is unacceptable. Our numbers are great, our courage even greater, why should we then be comitted to a life of mediocrity? Let us today band together, and reincarinate the glory that once befell this great hall. Together, we shall create a nation apart from all others. A nation so powerful, that others will tremble at the sound her name.

I have drawn a treaty, one that will unify the entire archipelago under one banner, a banner that once, long ago, our ancestors fought and died under. We must reforge the broken bonds of old, and bring Mestionian back to the top of the world, where she belongs. This treaty stipulates quite simply, that all signatories agree to agree by the laws set forth by a governing council, comprised of one representative from each clan, and furthermore pledge full military and economic support towards the formation of the new Empire. Sign this treaty, not for love of yourself or your lands, but for love of your heritage, and your people."

With that, Wallace stepped down from the podium, walked to a large table on the far side of the room, picked up an elaborately decorated pen and spoke, "With my signature, I hereby pledge my life and the lives of my men in defense of the Empire of Mestionian."

The rest of the men, uncertain of themselves, were hesitant to move, until a young captain, probably no older than twenty-five walked to the table, took the pen from Wallace's hand, and spoke, "With my signature, I hereby pledge my life, and the lives of my men in defense of the Empire of Mestionian." He summarily signed directly under Admiral Wallace's.

Following the heroing display, there was little discussion to be had and little time to be having it, as the mass of over one hundred men rushed to solidify the Empire of Mestionian as a legitimate nation. In a matter of days, the once archaic archipelago had been unified under one banner.