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Region: Hoshizora

The man grunted, shrugging, "I know that better than most. I'm from Iammelon, you see. As for what you can help me with, a few questions. How did you guys get here?"

This cooperation, even if there was much disagreement, was much appreciated, and made the Iammelonians more comfortable. They of course were still ready to advise the Bezi, but they were otherwise willing to relax more and not get so troubled. And helped in the speculations as well. Adding their own intelligence, but also less formal things, like understanding the personalities of certain forces and enemy commanders. For instance, the Zantines were certain to mostly be operating in areas they wanted to reclaim for their own Empire, like Boetha.

The Watrike were displeased by the swords not being given up, since they took the protection of their lord very seriously. But the officer of the Golden Guard was experienced, and gave permission for the two to keep their sabres, so long as they remained sheathed for the meeting. If that was accepted, the Watrike would allow Chelmsby and the Attache to enter into the chambers of the Grand Drake.
Inside the room was a massive war chamber of Tyfrondor himself. This place was designed to keep the Grand Drake fully up to date with all information, and easily send out orders. It was a compact commander center, and the collection of technology in here was rather astounding. Tyfrondor himself was in the back of the room, with his personal computer, reading the many reports coming into him that required his personal attention. His son, Razethorn, was sitting alongside him at another computer, following his father's instructions and sending out orders and information. And of course, there were easily at least a hundred Watrike Guards in here, practically lining the walls and working at various stations. If one was particularly observant, they would even notice Watrike up near the ceiling on patrol, showing that this room was secure entirely. No chances. The Grand Drake looked up from his computer and noticed Chelmsby, giving Razethorn a nod to look up as well. Tyfrondor then spoke calmly, "Welcome to my sanctum. Chelmsby, correct? Apologies for no formality, but there's no time for such things in my work today."

Jack sighed. “Fornt pushed us into a portal before preparing us for anything. So next thing you knew I was grabbed by the collar on my shirt and tossed into a godforsaken hole.”

If the rebels were in Boetha, then they had to be stopped. Regardless of Iammelonian wishes, the Bezi main battle plan was titled Operation Boa. Essentially, it aimed to destroy the rebel navy as quickly as possible. Keeping the fighting contained within the rebel territory. Then, with the Bezi superior navy and Iammelonian forces at hand, they would carve a path right through the rebel planets.

The swords being sheathed was no problem. These were officer dress swords. And while it could be extrapolated that both individuals knew how to use their sabres, they were still just sabres. Chelmsby nodded her head. “Honoured to be in your presence once again, Lord Tyfrondor.” She saluted. Breaking the salute she spoke quickly, but formally. “I come here today to see through the implementation of the Union Allied Command, or UAC for short. This would be a joint committee of generals and civilian politicians in charge of fighting and winning this war for the union. It will consist with you as its civilian chairman, a supreme commander of all union allied forces to be appointed by you, and will be in charge of all troop movements, tactical decisions, and responsible for logistics. I have also taken the liberty of inventing a series of coding and encryption numbers for us to apply to all UAC communications.” The aide-de-camp opened up the attache case and set it on the closest table. He removed a large computer data chip. And handed it to a watrike. It would contain everything Tyfrondor would need for the UAC and its unique encryption software.

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