Post by C.W. Fairbairn on Feb 10, 2022 3:41:55 GMT
A stormy night, like many before it, was set in the skies above the Isle of Pellas. It's capital city, Port Roberts, slept soundly despite the thunder and roar of the gale above, except for a handful of rooms in the Office of the Admiralty.
The host of this conference was James Culpepper, Commandant-Admiral of the Pellian Transitional Committee, sat behind his well-polished oak desk, and before him sat Justin Brewer, the former mercenary who took the Northern Kaskadien Volunteer Corps as his own command.
"What are the conditions?" said the mercenary, skimming through the treaty laid before him.
"Simply put, we combine forces. But you fly under our banner, not the other way around. We have plans for the future, you have plans for the present." The Admiral said, shuffling through the same paperwork. "We both want a better Kaskadien tomorrow. A republican tomorrow. I feel like we can achieve that together. We are getting aid, building alliances. The Fairbairn Doctrine failed us. In an attempt to avoid being junior partners we had no partners. Currently I have Moderalian support, something that can hopefully put us in the DOC or Latin League."
"Then why the hell am I being brought on board?" Brewer said, almost stunned by the news. "We have good men, but we can't bring to the table half of what Moderal can."
"That's not the point. Moderal is good for foreign affairs, you are good for domestic ones. We can bring both your capabilities, and their materiel to the same coalition. We'd spread like wildfire, not having to fight each other. We'd give von Sykes a hell of a fright when we torch the bay, marching in lockstep."
"There's a reason you're a commander. They won't like it, hell, I don't like it... But I don't have a better plan, and the situation with my neighbors is getting untenable. Let's go scare the shit out of von Sykes. Steele too, that little bastard will rot in a cell."
That "Little Bastard" was currently inspecting the great sucess his armies had in liberating the Anarchists from their own broken system. Arthur Steele may have been the youngest Kasakadien successor by far, but he saw it fit to be reshaped by his hands.
"Workers of the Valley! You have been met by salvation! Our armies march for the same goals, the same agenda! You must lay down your arms against us, we mean you no further harm." he said, proudly standing in the back of a Watney. "We wish for the same goals, a Worker's Utopia!"
He took in the crowd; they were surprisingly receptive for a defeated army. They were coming around, he thought.
And right he was.
"We will strike down those who would lord over the worker, be him Kaskadien, Dunwikki, or Tholish. We have nothing to lose but our chains! our shackles shall be turned into shot for our oppressors! WHO'S WITH ME! RAISE THE SCARLET BANNER!"
The crowd went from interest to a fervor. Steele was confident a scarlet flag would soon fly over the whole land, although the future was yet to decide the fate of those in the shadows of the Kaskader Range, or Pellian Archipelago.
The host of this conference was James Culpepper, Commandant-Admiral of the Pellian Transitional Committee, sat behind his well-polished oak desk, and before him sat Justin Brewer, the former mercenary who took the Northern Kaskadien Volunteer Corps as his own command.
"What are the conditions?" said the mercenary, skimming through the treaty laid before him.
"Simply put, we combine forces. But you fly under our banner, not the other way around. We have plans for the future, you have plans for the present." The Admiral said, shuffling through the same paperwork. "We both want a better Kaskadien tomorrow. A republican tomorrow. I feel like we can achieve that together. We are getting aid, building alliances. The Fairbairn Doctrine failed us. In an attempt to avoid being junior partners we had no partners. Currently I have Moderalian support, something that can hopefully put us in the DOC or Latin League."
"Then why the hell am I being brought on board?" Brewer said, almost stunned by the news. "We have good men, but we can't bring to the table half of what Moderal can."
"That's not the point. Moderal is good for foreign affairs, you are good for domestic ones. We can bring both your capabilities, and their materiel to the same coalition. We'd spread like wildfire, not having to fight each other. We'd give von Sykes a hell of a fright when we torch the bay, marching in lockstep."
"There's a reason you're a commander. They won't like it, hell, I don't like it... But I don't have a better plan, and the situation with my neighbors is getting untenable. Let's go scare the shit out of von Sykes. Steele too, that little bastard will rot in a cell."
That "Little Bastard" was currently inspecting the great sucess his armies had in liberating the Anarchists from their own broken system. Arthur Steele may have been the youngest Kasakadien successor by far, but he saw it fit to be reshaped by his hands.
"Workers of the Valley! You have been met by salvation! Our armies march for the same goals, the same agenda! You must lay down your arms against us, we mean you no further harm." he said, proudly standing in the back of a Watney. "We wish for the same goals, a Worker's Utopia!"
He took in the crowd; they were surprisingly receptive for a defeated army. They were coming around, he thought.
And right he was.
"We will strike down those who would lord over the worker, be him Kaskadien, Dunwikki, or Tholish. We have nothing to lose but our chains! our shackles shall be turned into shot for our oppressors! WHO'S WITH ME! RAISE THE SCARLET BANNER!"
The crowd went from interest to a fervor. Steele was confident a scarlet flag would soon fly over the whole land, although the future was yet to decide the fate of those in the shadows of the Kaskader Range, or Pellian Archipelago.