*N'Ge jumped out of the elevator as quickly as he could*
*The rep responded "Not much to compare it to, seems like it's fairly similar these days. Much better than the days where torches and candles we're nessesary"*
*Exodes responded "The Eagle Rises"*
*Samson responded "I've been thinking of seeing how authentic thier Mifanese food is"*
Astarte News Collective: Migration season returns, people gather to watch birds, dragons move across Cloudmarch
As soon as N’Ge jumped out, the elevator plummeted all the way to the ground, causing a sizable explosion. Men with fire extingushers ran to put out the fire below. “N’Ge!” came a horrified call on the radio, “N’Ge, are you there!?”
Fiona blinked incredulously. “Wait, you understood genetics how far back?”
Felix nodded. “That’s a good one. I like Death Note.” He flipped to another question. “Hold on, I cant hold my tongue. This one is from Daojia: ‘why are there so many walking animals in your country’? How offensive!”
The clones looked at each other. Lee raised an eyebrow. “Well, sir, that’s good. We’ve never had Mifanese food. It’ll be nice to try something new.”
“Let’s go, Commander,” said Prosperus quietly. Cooper glanced at him warily.
*N'Ge responded "I made it sir."*
*Exodes seemed even more confused "Don't most animals.... walk? That's a very odd question"*
OOC: Timeskip to just outside the restaurant
*A young (Regular) Dragon fly to Cloudmarch. She had left her lands to seek a understanding of the other races. Leaving her Oni Caretakers behind she left to a msyterious land named Cloudmarch, a land unaffected by the ancient Dragon Wars.*
Edwin breathed a sigh of relif. “Ah, danke gott. I thought we had lost you. Stay where you are...”
As firefighters took care of the wreckage below, Edwin and the other engineer arrived at the scaffolding that N’Ge was on, sizing him up with concern. “Are you hurt?”
”They mean walking upright, sir. Obviously an ignorant question.” Felix shook his head. “Some people...”
The five clones and Samson’s entourage arrived outside the upscale restaurant. The clones, particularly Prosperus, seemed nervous and were feeling out of place.
“Pengren Mifanese cuisine,” muttered Fiora. “I guess this is the place...”
“Whatever,” said Cooper loudly. “I’m starving. I could eat Lee right now.”
Lee laughed, a little nervously. “Easy there, cruelty level 10. This isn’t the battlefield.”
Cooper stuck his tongue out. “Don’t worry. I bet you’d taste bad anyways. I’d eat Graham first.”
Graham snorted, turning to Samson. “Sir, can we go inside before Cooper starts trying to dip me in barbecue sauce?”
A small but modern propeller plane pulled up close to her as she flew. A girl in a pilot’s cap and goggles leaned out the side, snapping pictures.
*N'Ge laughed "No I'm ok"*
*Exodes seemed to figure it out at that comment but didn't seem to want to answer it "Next question"*
OOC: Want me to describe the restaurant?
*Samson said "Yes, I'm practically starving."*
*The Dragon smiled and continued her course*
Tokarev laughed. “To call these ‘chemicals,’ comrade, is to call a tank a mere automobile. These are poisons, some of the most deadly designed by communist scientists, as well as their antidotes. The electronics you see here are complicated and advanced tools for espionage and planning.”
(OOC: good stuff)
“Hm.” Tokarev looked at the maps laid out in front of him for a moment. “It is good, but I am worried about your forces’ loyalty and manpower. Do you believe you have enough men and weapons to truly ‘flood’ the imperialists? In any case, you should order air strikes on that camp with the fighters we’ve given you. Make sure there’s nothing there for the enemy to reinforce.”
The Soviet helpers understood and agreed with this course of action. However, they remained eagerly awaiting a combat situation so they could see just how well their missiles would do.
After information was received that the anti-communist forces were expecting the anti-tank NPA forces to ambush them as they approached, the Soviet advisors changed their minds. They recommended an immediate shock attack, with hit and run tactics on the ground to disorient and surprise the enemy earlier than they would be expecting. A strategic follow up to make sure that any enemy reinforcements wouldn’t be able to take advantage of the chaos was also recommended. Meanwhile, they asked the scouting mission to continue, watching it with great interest.
In a public televised announcement, the Communist Party of Royissa denounced the Simotov government, decrying their efforts as an “illegal invasion” and “blatant imperialist expansion”. Of course, this was more of a formality than anything: Premier Fyorodov was simply trying to ease the hostile international community into their public support of communism in The Philippine Archipelago.
The RKGB found it fairly easy to find some of the SSIA agents, as the ones with Royissan ancestry who weren’t with the RKGB were almost certainly with Simotov. Many had been captured and were currently being held in custody at secret communist sites in the Philippines, awaiting interrogation and/or execution (depending on the nature of the enemy agent’s actions, their ability and willingness to be of use to the RKGB, their personality and attractiveness, whether or not the Soviet interrogator had their coffee yet, etc.). The SSIA agents with Philippine ethnicity, however, were very much harder to find. Out of the twelve SSIA agents who had been compromised, only one was fully Filipino.
As the counter-intelligence operations continued, the RKGB stepped up their own intelligence efforts. Filipino sympathizers worked with RKGB field agents to conduct intelligence gathering operations on anti-communist military forces, as well as spreading leftist propaganda. Flyers and graffiti in major cities across The Philippine Archipelago urged the oppressed proletariat to rise up against their imperialist masters and join the forces fighting for the worker’s revolution within their own nation. A leftist student group in the nation’s largest university was infiltrated as well, and they began to organize peaceful protests against the current capitalist regime with the ulterior motive of making the people more sympathetic to the advance of communism.
*The Conglagatean Senate votes to support the Philippines,and they offer the government 12,000 Federal Army units,under the command of General Desovik Vedogra.*
Edwin and the engineer laughed along with him, nervously. “Great, great. Now, how about you take the rest of the day off?”
”Hmm... this one’s from Daojia... ‘Did you make a big wall at some point in your history?’”
“Lead the way then, sir.”
The plane followed her. Another one joined them as a floating continent came into view.
Fiona laughed. “We didn’t even understand heredity until well into our industrial revolution. I would say you have a step up on us.”
*N'Ge said "Sure, that was a expirience"*
*Exodes jocked "Oh you mean our entire border?" He laughed to himself for a bit. "Yes, the Great Imperial Wall took the longest and is the most impressive"*
*Samson did so. The restaurant smelled good, like the smell of oranges. It was large with a big kitchen and a even bigger sitting area. There were traditional decrations throughout and numerous Goblin statues. They were greated by a old human woman, who looked to the clones asian or Daojian. She bowed and greated them "Welcome to Imperial Dishes, most authentic Mifanese Food outside Mifan." She stood up and noticed Samson "Prince Samson."*
*Leilani didn't seem to care that much. Preparing to land on the island as gracefully as possible*
*He laughed as well "Maybe. Any other questions?"*
"I see, i guess accepting the Soviet aid was the best choice", Sison said, with relief in his voice.
"I'll order the airstrike.", he said, gesturing to an officer behind him. The officer walks away. "Well, loyalty isn't a problem for the people, they'll do anything to aid to bring the Enemy down. But the manpower, that's hard."
Off the coast, ships can be seen in the distance. The ships seemed to be unarmed, but they are flying an Islamic Philippine Flag. The Lieutenant assigned to manage these troops is debating whether or not to fire the missiles at the ship, or wait for the Bridgeman Fleet to do it. The Bridgeman Fleet is currently locked in a naval battle against an FUN Fleet somewhere.
The chief strategist working on the front received the recommendation and approved of it. Squads are being rounded up to prepare for the first mass armed conflict between the Philippines and the FUN. AT Units are prepared for the attack, the squads are eager to fight and the plan is in their favor. They are now waiting on the orders of the Higher Up to launch it.
They have accepted the offer. Emir Gonzales has known of the conflict between the FUN, Bridgeview and Conglagateia. He has accepted the help, of course, but he warns that if any peace treaty was signed between the three, this may be voided as this is counted as an act of aggression.
The roster has been updated. Click here to view
Now to involve a large empire, such as myself perhaps
That does sound like fun doesn't it
Tokarev nodded. ”Indeed it was. Us proletarians should always stay together, da?”
Tokarev’s smile faded. “How much manpower do you have?”
An argument breaks out among Soviet officers. One officer, a Red Navy advisor thinks that the ships constitute enemy forces and should be fired upon. An RKGB agent disagrees, saying that there is no evidence for that and that they are likely civilian ships, and sinking them would be a major PR disaster. A Red Army officer chimes in, saying that while he thinks the ships are civilian that they should be sunk anyways, as they are likely fueling the anti-communist war machine. Another more senior RKGB agent says that whether the ships are civilian or navy is irrelevant and that they should hold fire either way, as shooting them would alert the enemy to the communist forces’ naval ace-in-the-hole; the missiles should be saved for a larger, bloodier, more desperate naval engagement.
They all turn to the CPP lieutenant, who has the final word.
Soviet officials recommend they begin the attack immediately.
TRUTH IN RED: USSR PUBLICLY SUPPORTS PHILLIPINE COMMUNIST FORCES, PROMISES MILITARY SUPPORT
now that, i cannot promise, comrade. these fists get itchy when i drink
”Anything except weapons, really. Minerals, lumber, and manufactured products are our specialty.”
She beamed. “Oh, interesting! Let’s see how it looks on you...” Ms. Antonova put the hat on the Mifanese student and immediately started fawning over her. “You look absolutely marvelous, darling! You’ll be the envy of Blastograd!”
OOC: what is catgorl student’s name, comrade?
*Lucius asked "Argricultural Products?"*
OOC: Catgirl name is Kuru
*Kuru smiled "I thought it would look good"*