The Fedral Union
08-09-2005, 23:03
September 8, 2006
Servile miles out side jenrak waters, it was 5 am the early morning sun gleamed along the peaceful aqua blue waters of the island, on the horizon a large cluster of objects multiple long and slender others smaller, these gray masses were Fedral ships. 1 super carrier 8 other carriers, 2 sea archer carriers, multiple destroyers, cruisers, subs leviathans, frigates. This somewhat decent sized fleet was followed by multiple Amphibious landing ships.
The waves were clam as the sun rose it had been an hour before ships began moving closer the carrier deployed multiple F-16’s , F-22's ,F-14'S and F-15’s they woodshed and roared off the decks about 20 of them filled the air splitting off in different directions. White smoke filled the air as the peaceful semi tropical semi beach island was shaken.
Several moments passed troops began landing tanks, Bradley’s avengers THAAD’S and dozers as well as other equipment this will be used as a military installation and a port the secondary objective was to secure much needed rubber.
(ooc yeah short pot but meh I’m busy)
In the Islands of Argun, Third Defence of the Haasdra Army…
Windy, breezing, goose bumps flaring up in the freezing cold wind, as they shook and rattled the wind vanes, the metal pieces spinning around in frantic gleam. That was the description, that could be detailed of the Third Argun, as the tall, breezy faced man, bald and strong, tall and muscular, stood in the warmth of the rising sun, the rays of light being sucked into his body, to rejuvenate himself. To bathe in sunlight, as it stood still as a fresh froth in the morning, that was what he loved so dearly. With a cigarette perched on the tip of his tongue, the smoke billowing from the recesses of his mouth, the man still stood there, in a slight awe of the scenery, the rushing waves and the shaking water deft as white caps lingered still. “Ah, the breeze.” He said, trying to feel the softness behind the swift cold wind that enveloped him so. But it would not last, sadly enough, as a ring from my telephone inside his house, the tone only breaking through the caged canvass from his room, pierced loudly into his ears, etching an annoyance on his skull as he stayed in his perfect moment. “What the hell? Who would it be?” He pondered out loud, turning around and walking inside his outpost-like bunker, steel metal bearings latched on the outside, concrete pillars wrapped around.
The telephone still rang, and he quickly reached out his hand and picked it up. “Hello?” He said with an impatience, the cigarette still perched on the tip of his tongue. He waited for a response, but no one replied. He hung it up, and resumed to his blissful trance. But before he could even reach the door, he heard the annoying ring again, and groaned.
Picking it up again, he said firmly, “Hello?” Into the phone, and he waited. For a little while, nothing was there, and when he was about to hang up, a young and naïve sounding voice broke up on the telephone.
“Is this the sector coding for Captain Aaron Manek?” The voice said, as the gearing of motors and the whirring of gear was heard in the faint fuzzy background of the phone. The man nodded.
“This is Captain Aaron Manek, of the sixth clan. Please report your needs.” He replied in a strong, and professional tone, like man who was the man who could be trusted and never failed. It made him feel stronger and better, while it made others think of him to be stronger and more disciplined.
“Captain, a hostile force has taken one of the neutral islands, and a large battle force near our borders are seemingly geared to fight. What is the stance you recommend we take?” The voice asked.
“Wait for it. I have to send a message to The Lord of Haasdra.” Manek said, taking out his cigarette and flattening it into the ash tray, the fire extinguished from it’s hearth. “In the meantime, begin mobilization. We cannot trust anybody.” And with that one statement, he hung up the phone, his hand still gripping the handle.
Waiting a little while, before finally getting it back up, Manek dialled a meticulously long number into the phone, and waited as the passive buzzing of the telephone rung in his eardrums. Fingers rapping on the silky oak furniture, Manek waited, and waited, until he finally reached the line. Another strong and gripping voice, much more than his own, but fairly cold and demonic, like a hoarse whisper of doom in the wind, answered the phone. “This is Annirak. Speak.” It was evident that this man was busy. Whatever it was, was none of Manek’s business.
“Lord Annirak, this is Captain Manek of the - ”
“ – Sixth Clan, Talas subsect. I know Captain, and I would like to query on what your current note is.” Saerus said impatiently, taking Manek back in shock. Not many people remembered his name, but Saerus remembering Manek’s name was a bountiful thing to behold to him. Perhaps the Patriarch had more recognition than Manek was given credit for during their brief and violent times in Zoogiedom, or Sanduras.
“Well, Lord Saerus, a large battle fleet has been assembled against us, and they have taken quite the amount of land in the near neutral sectors, dangerously close to our places.” Manek said, his neck sweating with anticipation.
“I see.” Saerus said, as it was evident he paused. “Place the navy together on this possible-threat. I will inform The Red Patriarch of this unforeseen incident, and will place the council together to fortify the Argun.” He commanded, as Manek on the phone nodded.
“Yes, Lord.”
“Also, bring the turrets up to speed, and prepare the Raptors and the Lurkers. Get all drones ready for activation, and all control pieces ready for detonation. Rafters and divers on the ready, and turrets on full alert. If one of the islands fall, then retreat all forces to the next untouched island. If all fall, then fight until you have regained them back. Understood?”
“Yes, Lord. But what threat could they pose?”
“A large one. I highly doubt this is the brunt of their navy. If so, then it will be a fairly short war indeed. So, we must get ready.” Saerus spoke, as Manek nodded for the last time, before they both hung the phone up simultaneously ready to do their according jobs. Not ever since the Invasion of Sanduras from the northern planes, did Jenrak face a superior foe. Now, once more, they must be ready. This hostile movement could escalate into a war if not taken carefully…
To hostile forces, I am the Red Matriarch Nahk Territurari, and it has come to my attention that you have moved an unnecessarily large force to take an island that is close to our nation. While the island is not ours, the military you have used to acquire this is deemed dangerous to our rules. So, in response, we implore to your forces to turn back. The island is of little to no use to us, but your fleet could do more economic instability than most would think. If you retreat the brunt of your forces from Jenrakian waters (and near them), then we will not do anything to the island. Know that there is a much easier way to settle things than with bloodshed.
-Nahk Territurari, Red Patriarch of Jenrak