Nuwe Astoniland had come seeking peace from war but what they got was a stab in the back from the tribes, and they had to fight once again. The people pushing into the garrisons fought until the last man used quickly built defenses, but if the battle looked too grim, they retreated to spread the word, so the rest didn't suffer the same faith as their positions.
The Volksimpetum was also mobilized, a paramilitary unit composed of people who would serve on the actual defense forces if it weren't for minor sicknesses such as diabetes or being too young/underweight to serve, they were still armed with simple weaponry manufactured by local gunsmiths (VG. 1-5, Sten guns, M77, and Molotovs.), being mainly used to defend the backlines set up defenses and other minor things but very much still able to fight.
The main army was also fully mobilized, with many now 40yo veterans going back into the fight they wished to escape. While they weren't like the Deskh or Gladian (Olivedrabian) armies, they were still very much experienced and willing to fight to defend their new homeland, with even better armament (.303 Bren gun, SLR L1A1, UZI, MG42, STG46). Still, they lacked proper artillery, mostly sticking to mortars and grenades. They were also trained for a scenario like this back when they first landed in the area.
Oh, please follow us!
As the news reached the train station near the border with the fleeing surviving men running away, the local Volksimpetum got to work destroying the railways preparing an explosive surprise for them, along with setting up small MG nests along with sending messages on motorcycles to inform the rest of the country in case the communications collapsed. With the enemy troops finally arriving behind the last fleeing men who didn't make it against the stamped of enemy troops who were caught with their pants down by the MG fire mowing many down, it seemed like it was going to be a clear victory until the train came shattering the lines of the army with its heavy fire, but the dynamite cleaned that with a push of a button with the railway exploding along with some of the back wagons of the train.
That didn't mean the army was doing well instead. Instead, they were fleeing in a makeshift bridge from the incoming troops. Many men did make it through, but some stayed behind to cover the retreat using the same tactic, but on the bridge blowing it up as the enemy army was crossing. In the end, neither side had looked like they had won with Nuwe Astoniland defenses shattered in the train station, heavy losses for both sides, and the destruction of one of the main border railways.
Loses Train station 204.
1 Armored train
1,330 Czechoslovistan troopers (80 were fleeing civilians.)
1,280 Nuwe Astoniland troops (Volk and local garrison)
Result: Nuwe Astoniland delays the take over of the railway and begins proper defensive actions. Loses the outskirts and the Nuwe-Czechoslovistan war stars.
Nearest city: Itum. (10,234 Citizens.)
The Eastern Isles still see no peace...
After the Liberation War and the brutal insurgencies, the citizens of the eatern isles of Astoniland are yet to see peace. Due to the economic troubles of the country, the drug cartels gained a lot of influence. However, several attacks have occurred against suspected cartels members and their drug labs. In the latest one, a rigged car bomb was used to detonate near a safehouse believed to belong to one of the cartels, killing 9 people and injuring another 15. As stated previously, Ueshidese officials are almost certain that the Yakuza are behind, but have avoided stating so publicly. The notorious group is also believed responsible for the mysterious death of one politician, who was believed to have ties with them. Because of this war between crime syndicates, violence erupted, and plenty of drugs have been smuggled out of the islands by the Yakuza members, including cocaine, which is the favorite drug of the elites in northern countries of Coldonia. Moreover, the Eastern Isles are also in the middle of a kidnapping epidemic. In the past few months, over 200 young females have been declared missing by the local police force. Several sources claim that some of the young girls have been spotted in several brothels and gentleman clubs in Ueshido, working as prostitutes. Several Astonilandian officials claim that the Yakuza is steadily spreading their influence over the drug producing in the eastern isles, some even saying that the Ueshidese Intelligence Agency and other security organizations are helping them carry out their plans. Those claims have been dismissed by our officials, and we are ready to make efforts in order to help the local Astonilandian police force keep the influence of the organized crime groups in check, by offering money for equipment and proper training.
Aishu puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it. A knock comes from the other side of the office’s door.
Aishu (takes a drag and quickly puffs out the smoke): Come in!
A very short man walks in and takes a seat next to Aishu.
Man: Jeffrey Epstein called.
Man: A cartel leader. From...Op.
Aishu (takes another drag and nods): Ah, yes. Tell him I am looking forward to meeting him. I will make him an offer he can’t refuse.
The Ghostwater Co.
A pair of stained glass doors flung open, and a man raised his eyes to watch as a black shrouded figure stepped through the opening. The red glass fell shut behind the Stranger as the man stepped forth, the light dimmed quickly as the man walked, and two shadows followed in his wake.
A black-clad businessman stood at the far side of the room, watching impassively as the heavily robed man entered the lobby. The Stranger passed by the chairs and various other patrons who lounged about on the couches sipping champagnes or were networking with other patrons. The businessman watched as one Patreon laughed by the side of the fireplace on the far wall, and the flames seemed to cackle back the same utterance. Not that anyone paid it any mind, focused as they were on their own dealings.
The Stranger appeared before the desk with two shadows trailing in his wake. He pulled his robe close to his body and pulled down his dark hood, and he looked towards the businessman with an empty gaze. "This is the Glasswater Co, yes?"
The businessman nodded. "It as you say."
"I have something, and you may want to see it."
A gravelly voice echoed from behind the Stranger. "We have something."
The businessman reached down to his jacket, straightened his gold business tag, and then spoke. "Would you prefer an open viewing or a personal room?"
"A personal room."
The gravelly voice sounded again. "Yes, yes."
The businessman reached down to his desk and slid a hand underneath the marble service. He flicked a switch, held a hand over a small black panel, and then bent low to speak into it. "I need room 247 reserved for a meeting, for the next hour."
The Stranger nodded, and his shadows repeated the gesture, although at staggered intervals.
The businessman spoke. "Come along now."
A moment later, the businessman turned and walked away. The Stranger followed in his wake, passing first through a blacked-out glass door, then through a long meandering hall. Various statues passed his gaze, some holding treasures centuries old, and others held artifacts that would string the eyes of a normal observer. Still, the Stranger looked on unfazed.
The pair reached an open room with a black label '247'. The businessman turned and reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small set of keys. He flipped through the keys and pulled until he reached a gold skeleton key and tested it against the lock; the man raised an eyebrow as the door flung open on his first try. The Stranger nodded and stepped past the businessman and entered the room.
A solid iron table sat there in the room, with no chairs and no other accessories present. The businessman nodded as he took in the sight for a moment, then stepped inside and followed the Stranger into the room, taking care to close the door behind himself. He flipped on a light switch by the door's side then turned to the Stranger. The businessman balked as he turned, seeing the two shadows now sat across from each other at the table, taking up two of the four sides while the Stranger occupied the third. The businessman nodded, wiped his brow and tried to prevent his face from paling. "Very well, I prefer to begin these meetings with introductions. My name is Neren."
The Stranger shook his head. "I am here for business, not pleasantries."
Neren looked towards the shrouded figure and the two shadows who made no attempts to hide their movements. "As you say then..."
The Stranger reached into his robes and pulled out an old grimoire, the leather of it showing severe burn marks, and drops of melted gold clung desperately to the old aged cover. He slammed it down onto the desk and looked towards Neren. "Do you know what this is?"
Neren shook his head. The shadow on the left hissed and reached onto the table, speaking in harsh tones. "It is the book of trials."
The other shadow slapped the first one's hand away from the book. "It is the book of lies."
The shadows stared at each other, both motionless as the air in the group grew heavy. Neren looked towards the Stranger who stood between the shadows. "What is this book?"
The Stranger smiled, only noticeable as his hood moved faintly. "It is a book detailing an experiment, one which seeks to purify the world."
The Stranger continued. "The great book states that the world's waters retain a small amount of divinity from the last Lavosian Cycle. If that is true then it may be possible to return home, return to our fair lady's garden."
Neren raised an eyebrow and leaned forward on the table. "Oh?"
The Stranger cackled and threw open the book, an ink-stained page lay bare. He pointed a wicked finger towards the pages and the splotchy ink they were filled in. "In the oldest of legends, it says that the heroes of old split the impurities of the water and used pure divinity to fuel a device. That device brought them home, to our garden."
Neren's face remained impassive although on the inside he felt a steadily growing burning sensation. He reached out to the book and saw a crude illustration of a burning star. The burning star was trapped in a box, and below them, a man stood who was splitting a lake into two streams. He was directing one stream towards the box and the other back towards the earth. Neren flipped the page and saw the box now took on a pointed form and aimed towards the sun, he looked towards the writing and saw it was written in the archaic Bandai script. He turned his gaze back towards the pointed box and the burning star within it.
Neren, as if by a compulsion that was not his own. "How much are you asking for this book?"
The Stranger smiled. "I do not want your wealth. All I ask is that went you return to the garden, take me with you."
Without any hesitation, Neren held out a hand. "I shall."
The Stranger cackled and reached out to cross the table, grasping Neren's hand with a chilling touch. The shadows laughed in turn and spun about the room before disappearing. The last thing Neren heard was a faint voice whispering. "The price must be paid, as the oath is now sworn."
Neren blinked and the Stranger was gone, only the book sat before him. Burnt leather and melted gold filled his vision. "We, of the Ghostwater Co. always pays our debts."
Hard work pays off
It’s been five years since the power plant at Boshitowogutwa was opened. Many of our scientists have dreamt, in the previous decade, that our country will hold nuclear weapons, like the other powerful states of Coldonia. The collaboration with other states on the continent has allowed us to develop our nuclear technology. With the help of scientists from Deskoslovakia and Valedori, The Ministry of Scientific Advancement proudly announced that the development of the first set of nukes has been completed. The biggest one of them, named “三位一体” by the nuclear engineers, will be used in a nuclear test, planned to take place in the deep Austral Ocean.
Time to take our cut
It’s been years since the liberation of Astoniland and the removal of the Lavosian government. The new administration, in collaboration with the CE, has began to address the issues of the country one by one. However, Astoniland still has a lot of trouble. Due to many unfortunate events, Ueshido has not yet managed to rip the benefits of the Tilipantra peace treaty. It is time for that to change. Expecting moderate resistance from the locals, several military police battalions stationed in the area have moved on to seize several fruit and tobacco plantations in the islands of Op and Eguma, which will from now on enter the ownership of state-owned Ueshidese companies, according to the peace treaty. Economists expect a boom in the tobacco market of Ueshido, considering that tobacco grew in Astoniland is the finest in Coldonia, and the demand is rising across the continent.
Cometh the Rain
As the men marched through the mud, arriving in an outskirt city of Nuwe Astoniland, the whirring of engines could be heard from the sky. The metal birds, the men had rarely heard of them, that is the frontliners didnt. They were all from distant War Tribes, masters of the spear. They marched through the city, knocking down guard towers and storming the trenches. It was like a wave of flesh, nothing could stop them, yet... something was off. While they could have killed so many more Astoni's it seemed they were actually trying to simply occupy the city, not invade it, or destroy it.
From there they reclaimed and started work on repairing the railway a bit, calling in a new train. This would be the primary way they would attack the next station... but thats a secret for another day. Armed and ready, successfully taking over the city, they immediately started blaring their megaphones as they paraded through the city.
"This is the Czechoslovistanian Division of Occupation. We are officially confirming the reclamation of this fine city under the control of the Great Power Czechoslovistan. We are not here to steal your children, or execute your husbands, but to take what is ours. Continue on with your lives, and be prosperous, pay your taxes, work hard, but if you so much as lay a finger on a soldier, or pull a gun on another civilian. Consider yourself a fresh grave.
No new military operations were being confirmed yet, but the city was being reinforced alongside the train, prepping the city for a counterattack, and the train for a future operation.
Bleed the Earth Dry
With the new assistance from the Monarch Gardens, combined with the various industrial allies of Czechoslovistan including Portuia, Monarch Gardens, and Az-Bandai, Czechoslovistan was in need of some new technology. Some of their own tech. With this in mind, the Žít-Neživě(also called Vivum-Inanimatum or Viv-Inam) Initiative, began.
50% of state owned factories have been put into work mass producing and researching new types of firearms, naval vessels, armed vehicles, and something else... All of this in order to advance the Ledovec front, and seize control of Nuwe Astoniland. Nothing will stop glorious Czechoslovistan in their march for centralization. Ať naši nepřátelé padnou. Buď sláva.
The specific new creations being birthed? The Jedna Větev-4, also called the JV-49, an AK style automatic rifle, designed with a piece of wood carved from 1 branch, usually of a sacred tree.
Alongside this was the Nový Styl-26(NS-26), which was considered the "New Style" of gun when Czechoslovistan was revealed the world.
As well, a more standardized handgun, the Kolovagónu-31(KVG-31), named after the wagon wheel like design of its cylinder.
And for the soldiers to ride in, the POB(První Ocelový Bizon) Jeep, a simple yet effective vehicle for all terrain troop transport.
But sometimes, an agile troop transport doesnt strike fear into the hearts of the enemy. Hence, the TKOZ-6(Ten, Kdo Otřásá Zemí), or He Who Shakes the Earth. These steely demons roll around the battlefield, shaking the snowy hills with large explosions and spewing obnoxious amounts of smoke.
As for aerial combat, the Bouřkový Pták-6(BP-6) which was an advanced bomber plane, equipped with dual machineguns, and often filled with incindiary explosives.
And their secret weapon? Gods Judgement, Boží Soud/Anděl(BS/A). With only a handful of them in existence, they are a last resort. War enders, city destroyers. The angels.
And of course, there are more yet to be seen...
Aishu gets out of the old black car in front of the small, traditional restaurant. He walks in confidently, unbuttoning his black coat. He takes a sit at the table where a tall man with shoulder-length hair and square glasses is waiting.
Man: Right on time.
Aishu (taking a seat): Always 1 minute earlier. Mister Akimatsu.
A waiter approaches the table.
Waiter: What would you like, sirs?
Akimatsu: Give us two sakes.
The waiter nods and leaves. Akimatsu and Aishu make strong eye contact.
Aishu: Can I smoke in here?
Akimatsu: Don’t think so.
Aishu: I will smoke anyway. (takes out the pack and the silver lighter and puts them on the table)
Akimatsu takes out a small portfolio from his leather suitcase and puts it on the table, opening it, as Aishu puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it. Akimatsu slowly turns the pages of the portofolio, looking patiently at each page.
Akimatsu: You are quite a creature, mister Osoku. You have been the black sheep of the family for...pretty much your whole life. You have been bullied by your relatives for being the son of a whore, the product of a lustful, drunken night out with the boys.
Aishu starts tapping the floor with his left foot, taking a drag and puffing the smoke out.
Akimatsu: Probably overwhelmed by how your life is, you considered ending your life. Inheriting your father’s businesses was never an option, so you joined the army. Right in time for the war in Astoniland. Bad luck, because you did not die. (turns the page) Hmmmm, impressive, 7 kills. You could have done better.
Aishu smiles, nodding slowly, as the smoke comes out of his mouth.
Akimatsu: Then the war is over, and your life is pointless and dull again, unless you take over your father’s businesses, which are split between various members of your syndicate.
The waiter puts the two glasses of sake on the table and leaves.
Akimatsu: So you go crazy and murder 12 of your associates-and a diplomat, who has long been an ally of your syndicate, for not accepting your offer.
Aishu (takes one last drag and puffs the smoke out, putting out the cigarette in the ash tray): As you said. I am quite a creature.
Akimatsu smiles, closing the portfolio.
Akimatsu: So you admit the murder.
Aishu: As far as everyone is concerned, it has been a car accident.
Akimatsu: You played your cards really well. Congrats.
Aishu: I could be a valuable asset for you. I did not only serve the country because my life was miserable. But to serve the country.
Akimatsu: Indeed, you could be. The UIS would...appreciate help in an area of your interest. In exchange for protection of course.
Aishu: The eastern isles. Ooh, aren’t they trouble?
Aishu: I accept your deal. So you accept mine.
Akimatsu: What do you need?
Aishu: First, let’s drink.
Aishu and Akimatsu grab their glasses.
Akimatsu: To our partnership.
Aishu (raises the glass): To our partnership.
They both drink their drinks from one shot and put the glasses on the table.
A Return to Form
Morning in Khadena. The air was was cold and unforgiving. The sky was grey and somewhat depressing; reflective of the week, it seemed. When Khadena is blanketed by snow, tradition dictates that the common Valedorian openly expresses his distaste for the winter, and complains about the "devil's powder" seeping into every crack and crevice.
Such is the case for Roligus Seffant, who finally made it to his grand office after spending what felt like an eternity shivering outside. The warmth of the Administrative building eased his nerves. He took the elevator to the top floor, making his way down a beautiful hallway, which contrasted the rest of the building. He pushed open the doors and stepped inside. The room smelled of citrus; the day before it was lavender, and the day before that, apples and cinnamon. Seffant eyed his desk, which was planted firmly opposite him and away from the doorway. Just as any other day, the desk awaited him eagerly, with folders of paper piling atop. He sighed and took a step inside. More citrus.
He sat down at his desk. Two personal guards nodded from the hallway and closed the doors, allowing light from the back window to beam through the room's subtle darkness. Seffant tended to his work. Assistants regularly entered, offering advice and information and, on occasion, coffee.
While sifting through papers on his desk, he discovered a proposal from the Nationalist Assembly to allocate greater funds to the Valedori News Network. Intriguing, Seffant thought to himself. He placed the documents aside for reexamination and continued working.
In Defense of the legionario state
After the recent attacks done to the colony of Astoniland, the heavily militarized state of Ledovec sees more militarization as LUVs, APCs, and with Reconnaissance vehicles exploring past the Ledovecan territories. Cituxic even went out on their way to ask Astoniland if they wanted military assistance against the natives depending on how much support they want the Foreign Legionarios will be sent to assist them in controlling their colony
United against the locals.
Nuwe Astoniland accepts the offer but states that the help should be quick, as the tribal troops have been made to an statement but it's unknown how much that'll last with proper defenses now better made to guard off charges and AA put into action, but ammo eventually runs out doesn't it?
Behind enemy lines.
To avoid the defenses made by Czechslovistan troops small groups of sabotaje troops went through the forests bribing the local tribes with be it money or fancy things the leader might like, this troops would usually focus on ambushing supply convoys, blowing up the railroad and disrupting infrastructure being too small to launch a full on assault (15-50 Commandos), usually the attacks where elept inside occupied territory but some smaller ones took place s Fe kilometers outside.
This also called for more defenses in sensible areas to avoid the same tactics being used against well, them, stretching the defenses by a small amount.
Darkness and Salvation. A New Beginning.
Maelai once again finds itself drifting in a new timeline. Its surroundings are familiar and unfamiliar, unable to discern from this world and the last. Nevertheless, time goes on, and with it, time's playthings: life and nature, matter and the universe. But something else exists, beyond time and beyond death, unchanging and ceaseless. It is shadow, blackness, and dullness which shines brighter than any light.
Maelai is home to the Malics, a resourceful, hardy people governed by the Dominion. The Dominion sees and listens, and answers to the Eclipse. The Eclipse is omnipotent, all-powerful and immortal. The Dominion is a manifestation of this belief, and has ruled Maelai for centuries. Their authority is unwavering and remains unchallenged, and has guided the Malics with love and devotion.
The Eclipse exists everywhere and nowhere. Maelai has followed it through many timelines, miraculously to Coldonia, a region of misguided and tormented souls. A new age begins.