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Undisclosed Location, Aleos.

The data kept coming from every intelligence agency of the Peacekeepers, it was no secret that after the unfortunate encounters that Aleos had with CA nations a certain degree of distaste was acquired in regards to the members of the ‘alliance’ but until now it was maintained as a low level priority, not even worth the time and resources required to deploy more than just a few submarines to track their activity. The status quo would have been maintained were it not for a sudden order from High Command, an opportunity had presented itself, it was unknown just how the commanders reached the conclusion leading to the new orientation in regards to the Corporates, but the orders were simple, action was to be taken against them allowing the various branches of the military to gain valuable combat experience for other, greater engagements that the PKs had planned.

Commander Ilya was the one selected to put the operation into motion and between arranging logistics and surveying various reports she also managed to find the time for a little courtesy call, it wouldn’t do for the PKs to go to the party alone if others wanted to join and perhaps the operation could be used to bolster relations between Aleos and its various allies. For Ilya the success of the operation meant a lot more than just one victory at her belt, she was certain that her superiors were watching and a promotion was likely, perhaps even the possibility for her selection as one of the ‘Potentials’ but thoughts of politics and possibilities only helped cloud her mind and she had no need of it at the moment.

“Commander, mobilization of assigned assets is 97% complete, estimations show that the Task Force should be able to set sail in twenty seven hours,” she was informed by her SiC, Vladimir as she conversed on a secure line with an unknown official of foreign origin.

“Yes, although I am unable to deny that our government still maintains somewhat of a grudge towards nations in that alliance we assure you these are not the reasons for our actions. If anything their recent attacks against friendly nations would count as offensive against us, not mentioning their actions against Zackaroth,” her voice was clear only laughter interrupting her speech, supposedly the person at the other end of the line had made a joke, “Why, you sure know what a girl likes Vice Marshal, oil is just the gift I want,” for anyone who knew Aleos well it was easy to realize that securing additional oil resources was always a priority, “But it’s all about them crossing the line one time too many. In fact Command authorized me to offer billion in supplies to the civilians affected by their actions and we have no duty to many of those countries and I’m sure that you are aware of the funding we are offering the Sisters of Mercy,” the conversation continued as a young aspiring officer entered the office with a folder.

‘It was then that I first saw Commander Ilya, she was certainly young for her commission and it made me only hope that I’ll be able to achieve the same distinctions as she did at that age. I don’t know who she was talking to and I made no effort in listening to her conversation, perhaps it was information that my clearance levels made me privy to, but there was always the odd risk of hearing something that could land you in big trouble when hanging around the big shots.

With a simple gesture of her had she beckoned me closer, snatching the folder from my hands flipping through it with speed before nodding at me and pointing at the door entertaining herself during this whole time with her mysterious interlocutor.’

“Oh, I’m certain the Emperor would love it…”

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“Preparations complete Commander,” the CiC reported but this time Ilya was not in the comfort of her office on the base, but aboard the flagship of the 1st fleet. She had made her own preparations for the Operation and although it was her belief that the campaign would not take long it was within her training to remember the old saying ‘No plan survives contact with the enemy.’ The Corporate Alliance was certainly stretched thin, but they were like mushrooms after the rain, popping up again in numbers and in a way making the enemy lose interest in destroying army after army was a valid tactic too. “There’s also a message from the Supreme Commander…”

“The Supreme Commander wishes us good luck with the task at hand,” Ilya remarked at her SiC’s report, sounding almost bored with what was happening, yet her companion knew her only too well and as such he didn’t miss the slight twitch of her lips as she read the paper, it was after all quite rare for Commander Braca to bother himself with personal messages towards his subordinates. “Well now, I think it’s almost time to set sail,” some last checks were made by the personnel onboard, many of them noticing the strange whip making its appearance in the Commander’s hand as she said that.

And so with the approval of a Supreme Commander a flotilla of ships moved out of the Aleosite harbours towards new objectives. Beyond the stress already place on it by various attacking nations the Corporate Alliance was in for some additional surprises.


OOC: Next post reserved for Varsola, CA members are free to post afterwards. Aiming to get back into RPing with this thread, I'm a bit rusty as it is.

The Palace of the God-Emperor, Kalizadyrynko, Varsola

Field Commander Gregory Miles was not usually the type of man who would have had an audience with the God-Emperor, but the Grand Marshal, Wilson Agueras, had requested that the two Vice Marshals, Jonathan Rianthe and Bradley Janes, select someone who knew what he was doing, and the former plane commander was certainly a man who knew what he was doing. Naturally, his stance was deferential - the gilded curtains that lay at the other end of the hallway commanded respect, with their intricate designs and expectation of who, exactly, was behind them - but, like many military commanders who entered this area, Field Commander Miles' stance was only deferential.

The military had enough sway in the government that their natural cynicism was overlooked. Naturally, there was some fear in the Upper Council of Corporations about a possible military coup, but those fears had always been cooled by the knowledge that, without the God-Emperor, the spiritual needs of the people would have had no outlet. Atheism was fine and all for those who had fought in the massacres against HailandKill, but for the common people (or so those in the government believe), atheism would not accommodate their needs. After all, religion was simply another chain that the iron rule of the God-Emperor had upon its people, the oppressed. Of course, none of that was the business of the military, but that had never stopped the Grand Marshal for getting involved.

"The resources for conducting a long-term campaign overseas are in place." Wilson Agueras, the Grand Marshal of Varsola, was anything but a fool. He was a politician, though, who had clear connections in the Upper Council. "All we need is funding." He inclined his head towards the representative from Skythar Corporation, his clearest ally in the Upper Council. "Our improved equipment can easily match up with anything that the, um, weaklings against us can put into play." The natural inflection on the word "weaklings" was another sop to the man (the assumed he was a man, of course) behind the gilded curtains at the end of the hall. "We need supply lines and those from, um, other countries have been willing to comply."

"How quickly do you think this invasion will be over - addressed to the Field Commander, Grand Marshal." The representative of LightCorp looked directly at Field Commander Gregory Miles, waving off the immediate response by the Grand Marshal. "I'm not sure I could say directly off of the bat, to be honest, sir. We have strong support from the Aleosites on this and they're not a force to be ignored. In all honesty, I think we could get this invasion off by spring and be done by fall, sir. A sort of one-time thing. Unless you are interesting in an occupation..." He glanced quickly over at the motioning Wilson Agueras, telling him to continue. "...and if that is in the works, I am sure that, with the vast support of all here, it would go smoothly."

There was a creaking to his right, and, immediately, silence reigned over the room. The Voice of the God-Emperor, his eyes set directly on the Field Commander, spoke, imperative and cold. "It is the command of the God-Emperor, Dahagagorashk the Mighty, Lord of the Six Rivers, Protector of the Tombs of the Faithful, Guardian of the Paths of Justice, Bearer of the Scepter of the Willing, and Leader of the Upper Council of Corporations, that this invasion will go on. There will be more doubting, no more stoppage. The world no longer views Varsola as the power that it can be and is. You all can understand this. It is his command that experienced Vice Marshal Jonathan Rianthe will be the man in charge, with this Field Commander in his vanguard. If he falters, experienced Vice Marshal Bradley Janes will take over. Is this understood?" Everyone in the room nodded their heads like little schoolboys.

And around Varsola, from the conquered territories to Carridan Air Force Base, from the docking bay where men like Field Commander Joseph Asagai, the man who would lead the army behind Gregory Miles, were standing and commanding men, to where a great force of ships began to move out into the open sea from Gothic waters, there was commotion. The Corporate Alliance had not bargained for a behemoth to arise - as they had promised (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12963287#post12963287) long before.

And the God-Emperor was pleased. He was very pleased.