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Re: Excerpts from Op's Writing Trove
« Reply #60 on: February 11, 2017, 03:25:00 AM »
More world-building...  :bored:

The First Reorganization
Following the Unionist Uprising in Piette that left hundreds dead and thousands more wounded, the Unionists fled from the smoldering city into the surrounding areas. With the protests having now escalated to armed conflict, the Overseer had determined that only two courses lied for the Union now. Either they flee in hopes of escaping persecution and rebuilding elsewhere, or they stand and fight against the menace that seeks their destruction. Much of the Party was split on this decision. Some wished to avenge their fallen comrades and overturn the scheming government that had called for their downfall by taking up arms. Others believed such acts of violence would only lead to more needless suffering. It was clear however that with President Weiss’s Declaration of Emergency Powers and the mobilization of the State Military, that peaceful protest was no longer possible, and so the Party had to make a choice. The Overseer, wise and thoughtful as he was, came to a compromise: those that wished to flee would come with him on an Exodus to a new land, and those that wished to stay and fight would be entrusted to his Grand Directors. The Overseer pledged that his Party would come to the aid of the Rebellion in due time, and that Hadia would one day become part of the Union when it does. With the plan set out, the Overseer declared his famous Exodus that eventually led him and his followers to settle on the icy continent of Hetra.

With the Overseer off on the far-flung side of the world building strength and gaining allies abroad, the Grand Directors that stayed behind were tasked with leading the Rebellion against the State Military. It was clear from Piette that the Union Militia, established to safeguard the members of the Union, would not be capable of withstanding the raw might of the Hadian State Military. Before his departure to the Exodus, the Overseer and the Grand Directors discussed plans to arm and reorganize the Union Militia into a full-fledged fighting force. It had to be capable of standing its ground against a highly-trained and well-equipped army, yet retain the ideological flair that attracted so many supporters from the start. They sought to portray themselves as struggling heroes battling against a scheming, manipulative force, yet fearsome and relentless adversaries to assert their power and dominance. A balance between military prowess and ideological fervour.

It was soon decided that the Union Militia would be renamed the Armed Forces of the Union, and restructured into three distinct branches according to strategic role, battlefield doctrine, military training, and party fanaticism.

The Auxiliary, composed of the majority of the AFU, consisted of regular party members with basic weapons training and equipment tasked with defending and maintaining Union-held territories, essentially carrying over the Union Militia’s previous task. Little more than part-time soldiers, the Auxiliary aimed to consolidate power and influence in the regions they held, gaining support and fostering good will from the people, often for the purpose of recruiting more fighters and establishing resistance cells.

The Legionary, on the other hand, were trained and equipped to fight head-on against the Hadian State Military, pushing forward and taking territory wherever they could. Considered the staple of the AFU, the Legionary were the ones constantly on the forefronts against the Unionist fight against the Hadian State Military. At first, the Legionary were simply equipped with scavenged weapons and vehicles taken from Hadian State arsenals or supply depots, but eventually came to be equipped with foreign supplies, particularly from the Kingdom of Germania who used the nearby country of Walusia as a proxy to deliver the supplies. Lacking a navy or air force of any type, the Legionary has had to rely entirely on ground forces to fight against the HSM’s more versatile force, often leading to unorthodox tactics.

The Praetorians, the final branch of the AFU, were composed of the most elite troops the Unionists had to offer. Pulling from the most experienced Legionaries, former or defected Hadian soldiers, and zealous fanatics of the Unionist cause, the Praetorians were tasked with carrying out dangerous, often deadly missions that required certain specialties the regular Legionary lacked. From sabotage and infiltration, to raiding and assault, the Praetorians were the epitome of Unionist ferocity and brutality. They would stop at no lengths to achieve their goals, even if it meant sacrificing themselves to do so. Only a handful of Unionists become Praetorians, yet despite their small numbers, are capable of wreaking havoc across enemy lines and tilting the scale to the Union’s favour.

This reorganization would lead to the Unionists successfully fending off the Hadian State Military for half a decade, before their dwindling numbers and shrinking territories eventually forced their rebellion to whittle down into a mere insurgency. Nevertheless, the impact the AFU had on the HSM would drastically change their structure and tactics for future conflicts to come, in particular the development of Special Forces.
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Re: Excerpts from Op's Writing Trove
« Reply #61 on: February 12, 2017, 12:02:14 AM »
Another world-building post, this time complementing the Reorganization I spouted about earlier...  :bored:

The Union Militia

Union Militia


Developed during the early days of the World Union Party, the Union Militia was formed for the purpose of propaganda and served as the de-facto paramilitary for the Unionists. Party members were encouraged to join the Militia to further enhance their views and understanding of the Union and that of their opposition, as well as instill discipline, open-thinking, and professionalism among their ranks, something that was greatly lacking among the newer members. Although the Militia were seldom taught to brandish rifles, despite its illegality, the vast majority of Militia training was nothing more than political indoctrination and education on government and society.

That changed however following the enactment of the Political Equality Act of 1902, which sought to limit the propagation of large political organizations to government-approved channels and allow for equal political representation of smaller parties within the media. Ironically, the Equality Act ended up stifling the smaller parties instead, yet the largest victim of the Act was the Union Party itself, which heavily relied on its extravagant displays and free media coverage to promote the Party and its ideals. Enraged by this act of censorship, the Union Party took to the streets to protest against the discriminatory law. Yet just as quickly as the protests emerged, the police were quick to dispatch the protests for violating the Equality Act. Forced to resort to unconventional tactics, the Union Militia was given the task of working around the Equality Act and promoting the Union Party through covert means. In response, President Weiss extended the powers of the Equality Act to include raids and espionage operations to enforce the law, taking the defiance of the Union Party as justification for his overreach. The Unionists and the Hadian Government battled one another within the National Assembly over the violence that ensued as a result of Weiss’s raids, which accumulated into the Unionist Uprising of 1903. A final Unionist protest broke out in the capital of Piette as a last resort to overturn the Equality Act. The police were just as ready to disperse the crowd once again, however the Overseer had called upon the Union Militia in Piette to safeguard the protestors from the violence that had occurred in their previous encounters. Weiss, with the support of the Assembly, called upon the National Guard to contain the escalating situation, and with neither side willing to back down from the standoff, the National Guard forced themselves upon the Union Militias that had formed a wall between them and the protestors. Soon enough, the first shots were fired within the crowd, and the once-peaceful protest broke into a full-blown battle. The crowds scattered for cover as the Union Militia and the National Guard exchanged fire throughout the city, resulting in a battle that lasted for weeks before the Unionists were finally ousted out of Piette.

This was the start of the Hadian Civil War. Since that day, the Union Militia had become the de-facto resistance army of the Union, fighting against the Hadian State Military up until the Militia’s reorganization into the Armed Forces of the Union following the Gallian Exodus.
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Re: Excerpts from Op's Writing Trove
« Reply #62 on: February 15, 2017, 03:32:38 AM »
Wew, so their law enforcement agencies went full Edgar J Hoover on the Union Party? It seems like they were really being treated like the communists in that regard. As we see so many times in real history, the breakdown of democracy leads to violent disobedience, and that escalates into full blown violence. Usually, these situations give birth to a counter-group that claims to fight against the other group, but ultimately uses the same methods. Such has been the dynamic between extreme communist groups, and reactionary fascist groups that rose up because of them.

I wonder if that was justified though, because lavish exhibitions and free press coverage sounds compels one to question if there's a bit of corruption going on there.  :sure:

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« Reply #63 on: February 15, 2017, 07:15:49 AM »
You wouldn't be wrong to think the Unionists might have some shady connections  ;) They might be a populist movement, but the Unionists won't hesitate to make friends in high places. After all, it's in the party's name. While most of their competitors such as the National Progressives and the Democratic People's Party have been championing themselves as protectors of the poor and advocates of the working and middle class, the Union Party strove away from that idea and instead labeled their opposition's pandering as "deceptive" and "divisive." The Unionists advocated for a "Social Union" in which everyone, from the lowest beggar to the wealthiest elite, is organized to achieve a common goal. They utterly rejected the idea of Social Equality, citing the impracticality of implementing such a divisive and inefficient system, and instead put forward the concept of Social Standardization in which a set standard of living would be ensured by the State. From there it would be left to the individual to decide whether to advance themselves in society.

Both poor and rich supported this idea, and the support only grew as the Unionists put forth Public Housing projects as part of their social experiment on the subject. It proved to be a success, as the poor grew from struggling to survive to opening their own businesses and working alongside the wealthy upper class that had funded the projects. This was a stark contrast to the National Progressive's simple approach of instating price ceilings for landlords. Combined with their growing momentum and the proven successes of the Unionists in the absence of the NPP-led government, the Unionists surged in the elections of 1902.

The Unionists were leading a political revolution no one on Terra had ever witnessed before. It was unheard of to see such a young party gain power so quickly in just a span of 3 years, and this deeply worried the establishment politicians. It did not help when the Unionists vowed to purge the government of "corruption" once in power. They  viewed the Unionists as a dangerous infection, spreading like wildfire across the masses, filling the people's heads with nonsensical ideas and impossible dreams. They saw the Unionists as totalitarian warmongers, bent on world domination and destroying freedom and liberty for its people. The Unionists were an endangerment to world peace and the sovereignty of nations.

It was clear that the Unionists and the Establishment could not coexist with one another, as they both sought the other's destruction. The Unionists strove for complete control over government and the spread of their ideals beyond the borders of Hadia, culminating in the total devotion of resources and manpower toward "World Union." The Establishment simply strove for the interests of the Hadian people themselves, rejecting the proposition of exerting power over others if it did not serve those interests.

Considering all this, it would make sense why President Weiss and the others in the National Assembly enacted the Political Equality Act shortly after the 1902 elections. The Unionist "Disease" had to be contained before it could spread any further. And they had to convince the other parties to follow suit, whether through underhanded dealings or political maneuvering, essentially cheating the Unionists from objecting to the Equality Act. Of course, when the Act took effect, the Unionists were stubborn. They refused to acknowledge the Equality Act at every turn and even looked to circumvent it through legal and subversive means.

Evidently, both sides had to commit shady practices to advance their agendas, but such is reality.  :ninja: It all depends on whom you believe was more justified in their acts. But we as the audience aren't interested in the nitty-gritty background stuff: we want to see how this developments goes from political infighting to full-blown civil war  ;) Because wars are much more exciting than old people throwing insults at each other  :biggrin:
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« Reply #64 on: March 03, 2017, 09:20:00 PM »
Imperial Broadcast #XXX1 "Saviour of War"
“‘War is sweet to those who have never taste it.’ An idea that held its worth since the dawn of time. One of many ideas that I hold dear in this life I had.”

“I am sometimes asked the question of why I am so persistent in ensuring the safety and sanctity of civilians in War. They have no place in War. They merely get in the way. They are nothing but Collateral Damage. Or so they reason... Even if one were to follow everything in accordance to International Wartime Laws, there is little to no guarantee that others will abide. War Encourages Deception. War Encourages Abuse, Destruction, Brutality. War encourages the worst in ourselves. For at the end of it all, it does not matter how you win, so long as you do win. There is no force to stop you from doing what you shouldn’t. There is no ‘Punishment’, no ‘Justice’, no ‘Righteousness.’ Only War.”

“It is no surprise then that few have little sympathy for those who do not wish to fight. Those who only wish to live and tend to their own. Those who wish no part of War. The requirements of the International Wartime Laws may be there to protect such people, but in reality it is nothing more than formality. There are always ways to subvert the system. Ways to cheat and swindle. Even then, there is lack of incentive and uniformity to how each nation chooses to abide and interpret these laws. It then becomes a norm to see civilians as little more than unavoidable casualties. It also then becomes the norm for the armed forces of those nations to adopt policies that pertain exclusively to the achievement of military objectives and strategy in the effort to earn victory in war. Casualties are merely statistics, and so long as the Military Command meets their objectives, they do not care for one shred of anything else. Just as they have trained their soldiers to become thoughtless killing machines, so too have they devoid themselves of any ethics and morality to the cause of societal advancement.”

“It then comes off as hypocritical of me, someone who loves War, someone who glorifies Battle and calls for unspeakable Cruelty against his enemies, to claim that he wants for nothing but Peace. It was I that started this War. It was I that armed his people to the teeth, using every conniving trickery and foul play to gain the upper hand. Why then, should anyone expect me to suddenly have pity for the weak? The powerless? Those who attribute nothing to war?”

“Because it does not take take a genius for one to recognize that those same people are the ones who allow for us to wage war. For every soldier that fights on the frontlines, there are hundreds, thousands more who must clothe, feed, clean, supply, and care for the soldier. They look after the soldier’s every whim, and ensure that when the soldier does commit to the frontlines, that they are well-prepared to face the enemy. To everyone else, that is simply more reason to kill these civilians. They are just as much the enemy as those who take up arms. No matter man, woman, child, or the like, they all are slated for execution.”

“To me, however, I play a different game. To all others, it appears to be another display of war. But this is no ordinary war. I fight not for territory. For power. For people. Or any other materialistic resource. I fight for Reason. The Reason that had escaped us in terror and tragedy. To remind others of the sole reason we, children of Gaia, bounded together to form our society. Survival. Those we spare, those we put our effort to save and sacrifice our own blood and sweat to protect... those are the people who will lead us into a greater future. To me, there is no such thing as ‘Us ver Them’. We were already on the same side. We simply refused to acknowledge one another.”

“It comes as a great disturbance to me then that our so-called leaders are so willing to throw us into the fire, sacrifice us for their own selfish gains, and push us around like cattle, and then mark us off as another number when we all know deep down that everyone lives the same lives as anyone else. We eat three meals a day. We have friends, family, memories we hold dear. We work our bodies tirelessly from dusk till dawn. We laugh, cry. We go to sleep. And then repeat. To lose sight of that very essence is not in the least befitting of a leader who claims to be of the People. They lie. They deceive. They scheme and coax the foolish and vulnerable into believing their falsehoods. And when they finally obtain the power they sought for, they turn around and stab their people in the back. The disconnect between yourself and Reality can easily become your own downfall.”

“There is no such thing as Justified Killing. Killing is Killing. Just as much as Surviving is Surviving. I know for certain that War is Cruel. War is Brutal. And War is Unforgiving. I dread death as much as anyone else, and wish not for it to come to others if possible. But I cannot forgive anyone who believes that innocents can be justifiably killed above all. It is a Soldier’s Duty to Fight and Die. That is what the Soldier is for. Not Innocents. To those who claim that it is indeed justified, that one can kill as they please without a shred of doubt or hesitation... they themselves have never been at the receiving end. For when you spout your irrational beliefs, do not look to others to save you when that very belief comes back to haunt you.”

“I depend on my soldiers to carry that same belief. I depend on my people, my loyal followers, my commissars and generals, to understand the value of Mercy. For when you show the same care and kindness to your enemies as you do your own, you may very well make allies of them in the future. For in the end, we are not here to bring chaos and destruction. We are here to bring Peace and Order to this world, for People are far more useful alive and well than dead and rotting in the ground...”
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« Reply #65 on: March 06, 2017, 04:06:32 AM »
Back to more world-building! This time we're diving into a continent I've yet to speak of in the World of Terra: Kartala, otherwise known as Discount Africa to you newcomers.  ;D I'll be talking extensively about the country of Nuwara for this piece.

The Federation of Nuwara

Formed from the aftermath of a violent coup and civil war that overthrew the reigning Emperor of Nuwara, the Nuwaran Federation established itself as a democratic society championed by the People's Democratic Front, a radical socialist party. Although the new Federation began as a multi-party republic, the PDF quickly consolidated political and military power around itself, eventually becoming the only true ruling party within Nuwara, stifling opposition and rooting out rebellion wherever it hid. The republic disintegrated as fast as it grew, and with the last resistance to the PDF's rule put down, Nuwara had then become a de-facto one-party state.

Led by His Excellency Chairman Nubata Kundo, the Nuwaran Federation rapidly mobilized into a military state. Heavy Industry was prioritized and managed by the State to manufacture vehicles, weapons, and ammunition for its growing War Machine. Enforced conscription was implemented. Its diplomats worked long and hard to strike deals with foreign powers. All this, Chairman Kundo built up for six months, until finally he could put his plans into action.

The Nuwarans waged a massive scale of conquest across Kartala, seizing huge swathes of territory and submitting their neighbors to their brutal rule. With Nuwara's iron grip now stretching across the whole of East Kartala, the Federation had expanded its land to double that of the former Empire. Nuwara became a dominant power in all of Kartala, if not in Terra. Only Zanahar, a commonwealth union in South Kartala, had the strength to compete against Nuwara's might.

With the whole of Cheldera engulfed in war and occupied with their own troubles, Nuwara was free to continue its wave of conquest throughout Kartala unopposed. The Western Powers would not stop Nuwara the same as they did with Sardania. Kundo would have to rebuild his forces however, if he wished to destroy the one threat that stood to oppose him.

He would never get that chance however, when in 1923, the Unionists broke into the National Palace and held him at gunpoint, demanding he submit to the World Union. Left with no other choice, he resigned to their demands, and from then on, Nuwara would become a staging ground for Unionist operations across the Kartalan continent.
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« Reply #66 on: March 17, 2017, 08:23:35 PM »
"Formed from the aftermath of a violent coup and civil war that overthrew the reigning Emperor of Nuwara, the Nuwaran Federation established itself as a democratic society championed by the People's Democratic Front, a radical socialist party"

First sentence in and I'm already gonna guess that this country's history is swathed in genocide, totalitarian state crackdowns, and disastrous economic policies  :ninja:

"Although the new Federation began as a multi-party republic, the PDF quickly consolidated political and military power around itself, eventually becoming the only true ruling party within Nuwara, stifling opposition and rooting out rebellion wherever it hid. The republic disintegrated as fast as it grew, and with the last resistance to the PDF's rule put down, Nuwara had then become a de-facto one-party state."


F*CKING TOLD YOU


"Led by His Excellency Chairman Nubata Kundo, the Nuwaran Federation rapidly mobilized into a military state. Heavy Industry was prioritized and managed by the State to manufacture vehicles, weapons, and ammunition for its growing War Machine. Enforced conscription were implemented. Its diplomats worked long and hard to strike deals with foreign powers. All this, Chairman Kundo built up for six months, until finally he could put his plans into action."

Because of course. Radical socialist and democracy don't mix. With a state-owned weapons/military industry, I'd be surprised if any other sovereign power didn't consider them a viable threat.


"The Nuwarans waged a massive scale of conquest across Kartala, seizing huge swathes of territory and submitting their neighbors to their brutal rule. With Nuwara's iron grip now stretching across the whole of East Kartala, the Federation had expanded its land to double that of the former Empire. Nuwara became a dominant power in all of Kartala, if not in Terra. Only Zanahar, a commonwealth union in South Kartala, had the strength to compete against Nuwara's might."



See? Told you.


"With the whole of Cheldera engulfed in war and occupied with their own troubles, Nuwara was free to continue its wave of conquest throughout Kartala unopposed. The Western Powers would not stop Nuwara the same as they did with Sardania. Kundo would have to rebuild his forces however, if he wished to destroy the one threat that stood to oppose him.

He would never get that chance however, when in 1923, the Unionists broke into the National Palace and held him at gunpoint, demanding he submit to the World Union. Left with no other choice, he resigned to their demands, and from then on, Nuwara would become a staging ground for Unionist operations across the Kartalan continent."



I think the Union did him a favor, because if we're talking about Nuwara expanding towards the Western Powers, there's no way they could've continued with their methods without ending up fighting a multi-front war, and no army of conscripts and hyper-driven weapons industries could stop that. I wonder if the Union made better use of their natural resources, as either sources of income or for their own military-related operations, or if the Unionist occupation of Nuwara was covert or overt.

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« Reply #67 on: March 25, 2017, 08:44:49 PM »
A little excerpt regarding battle tactics between the Hadian State Military and the Union Militia in the early days of the Hadian Civil War. Cut off and surrounded, the Unionist commander issues a desperate, final assault on the Hadian lines.

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“For the Union! CHARGE!”

At once, a boisterous cry erupted from the trenches. A wave of blue flooded onto the green fields, shining metal glinting off the wooden stocks of their rifles, clenching teeth behind the shade of their caps, black boots trampling across the dirt as their long tattered coats fluttered in the breeze. With ferocious speed, the Militia rushed straight towards the National Guard’s line, blasts of thick smoke peppering before them, giving off the appearance of demonic shadows upon white clouds.

The National Guard took positions behind the wooden fence, their officer poised ahead of them, his gaze scanning the rumbling fields, fist raised high. With slanted eyes fixed upon the smoke, the officer waited patiently, before the first dark shadows broke through the mist, and the reds of their crazed eyes were perfectly clear. With a heavy breath, the officer screamed his order.

“Fire!”

A thunderous cackle filled the air, piercing through the first ones to emerge. Like flies, they all dropped at once, blood spewing across their contorted bodies before a second line appeared just behind them, their sharp, gritting teeth the only visible feature on their faces.

The National Guard quickly bolted their rifles before firing a second time, failing to wipe out the charging line as they did before. As more and more broke out from the edge of the fog, all they could see before them was a massive wave of blue. Like a rising tide, they flooded every inch of the field, refusing to stop for anything no matter how many others fell or how much lead poured onto them.

Gunshots rang out from this expanding sea, striking a number of National Guardsmen down as they desperately fired back. As the soldiers fired the last cartridges within their rifles, the officer called the retreat. The guardsmen immediately turned and dashed in the opposite direction just as the Unionists broke through the fence line. A column of militiamen lined up at the fence, and with deadly precision felled a dozen retreating guardsmen before rejoining their comrades in the charge.

Mortars screened the fields, blasting whomever unfortunate enough to be there. With the intensity of the shells’ explosions, no one could tell apart their own mortars from the enemy’s, the two intermingling with one another as the Unionists caught up with the retreating National Guard company, slashing, gutting, and skewering anyone caught within their grasps.

As the two forces crested over the hill, the sight of the main National Guard division greeted them. A platoon of Ressone light tanks lied in wait behind the earthen walls erected around their hulls, while an entire row of shining blue helmets lined the trenches ahead, machine-guns and rifles aimed downrange at the rabid wave of Unionist militia pouring down the hill.

Just as the Union Militia’s main force drove down the hill in pursuit of the retreating company, the division’s commander gave the signal.

All at once, the division let loose everything they had. Bombs and bullets blazed the ground as everyone in the division’s sight was mowed down in a gruesome bloodbath. No regard was given to the fellow soldiers who found themselves caught between their own bullets and the enemy’s sharpened blades, as the company was struck down from both ends in an inescapable meatgrinder, eventually consumed by the endless mass of Unionist forces.

The Unionists broke right through the remnants of the National Guard company, and continued charging madly into the much larger division before them. Their momentum seemed unstoppable, no matter how many bodies the soldiers dropped. However, The National Guard commander did not show even the slightest concern for the alarmingly-closing distance between them.

“Send in the cavalry,” the commander calmly spoke.

Then, a cavalry unit of five dozen horses bolted out from the flank of the division, swords in hand. The division ceased fire and began to fix bayonets amid the trodding of hooves nearby. As the mangled Unionist militia gathered themselves in the aftermath of destruction, they soon met the razor-sharp blades of the stampeding cavalry, bludgeoning through anyone that stood in their path. The militiamen turned to face the attacking mounts, firing aimlessly at anything they could see. Horses wailed ear-piercing screams as the bayonets drove deep into their thick flesh and muscle, sending the riders flying out from their saddles and into the mass of men. Militiamen became trampled by the large, towering bodies that burrowed straight towards them, or hacked and slashed by the soldiers atop. Those who drove too far into the enemy ranks were pulled off from their steeds and repeatedly speared by the ravenous rebels.

With a boisterous cheer, the soldiers leapt from their trenches and charged straight into the Unionist mass, joining the cavalry in their brutal brawl as they began to surround and engulf the entrapped rebels. Meat and metal collided into one intangible mass, each wrestling tirelessly with the other. The Militia battered their way left-and-right at whatever soldier they could hit, only to find themselves cut down by ones behind them as the National Guard continued to push forward. As the bodies piled and the fighting grew fiercer, the Unionists began to realize the futility of their situation and started to rout. What had been a force of thousands had shrunk to a number of only a mere hundred. Those who ran early managed to escape the Hadian Military, while those who stayed were eventually cut down until only a handful of them stood against the well-disciplined soldiers before them. With nowhere to run, the survivors reluctantly surrendered, tossing their rifles aside with arms raised high, completely at the mercy of the National Guard.

As the dust settled and the harsh cries of battle subsided into deaf winds, all that remained in this vast landscape was the pungent smell of spoiled insides and foul fluids drenching the soil. Lifeless bodies blanketed the fields before the victorious National Guards, now entrusted with the task of collecting the dead and sending the prisoners off to their destination.
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« Reply #68 on: April 19, 2017, 05:51:12 AM »
For sound immersion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EOErB3BcHA
Entry from William Halkirk, Leader 2nd Class of the Union Militia
9th March, 1903

The War has Officially Begun. My Comrades had bled in the streets three nights prior from the hard battles waged within Piette. President Weiss had declared a state of emergency, and with the backing of the Assembly, has officially declared the Union an Enemy of the State. This is War now. And from hereon out, there’s no turning back.

It’s hard to imagine how fast things have changed. Only a week ago, everything was peaceful. No riled tensions, no boiling blood. No shouts and screams, no bombs and bullets. Just people going about their daily lives. Just that week, I was celebrating a friend’s newborn child. A new life brought into this wondrous world. Champagne corks blasting into the air, laughter and smiles everywhere. We never gave a single thought as to what would come next. All of that seems but a distant memory now...

We lost a great many people back there. What started as a peaceful demonstration quickly turned into a massacre the moment the National Guard arrived, pushing and shoving their way through our ranks, cowing at us, beating us down with their sticks and rifles, until someone finally snapped. I don’t know who pulled the trigger that day, or for what reason, but I know for certain that had it gone any other way, it would have turned different.

I hear the National Guard have been executing Party members since the uprising. Many are still trapped within Piette, unable to escape. We would march in and help, but we were lucky enough to escape with our own lives. There are rumors spreading around camp that the Union is gathering supporters across the country to relieve us of the fighting, but I doubt they’ll be here before the Military does. The Directors have yet to receive orders from the Grand Council. Most of us expect to evacuate as soon as the order to retreat arrives, but until then, we spend our hours digging trenches and filling sandbags.

I don’t enjoy sitting here idly as I am now. Not with the knowledge I could be doing something to save our comrades. But I know as much as everyone else here that it’d be futile to go in alone. Not with the Military gnawing at our backs. All I can focus on now is tending to those who are still with us, and with God’s Grace, the Union will prevail.

- Leader 2nd Class William Halkirk

“To give of oneself is the noblest of all acts.”

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Re: Excerpts from Op's Writing Trove
« Reply #69 on: September 02, 2017, 10:05:12 AM »
Now I would have this updated with the current work I'm drafting for Sky's Edge, but since this is a scenario that occurs much too far in the current canon, I'm just stuffing it here in the trove until I can find the appropriate place to put it...  :-\

A Morbid Discussion
“They tried to rape his girl,” I iterated.

“The problem is not about the rape, Major. He killed two of my guards.”

“Colonel Santina wants the man executed as an example to the labourers.”

“What example do you intend to set? That we allow guards to run rampant all over the camp? With no control whatsoever while the labourers are left fearing for their lives? Any man worth his salt would have done the same.”

“Letting him go undermines my authority! I know these people better than you do, Major. They’d turn tail and run the first chance they get. What they need is a reminder.”

“I disagree,” I said. “I think these people should learn to trust us.”

“Are you suggesting we let him go unpunished?” Kollen asked.

“That I do.”

“No! Absolutely not! I refuse to let a pest like him make a fool of me! That man will die, or I’m taking the camp down. No discussion.”

“Director, I strongly suggest we don’t go through with this.”

“The labourers are under Santina’s jurisdiction. Not ours. I’m sorry, but it’s his call to make.”

A dreadful silence lingered the room.

“When will it be done?”

“High noon. Enough time for him to sing his prayers, if he has anything to pray.”

“If there is nothing left to discuss, I’ll be on my way.”

Kollen stood up from his chair and paced along to the door. Just before he could turn the knob, however, I spouted something very impulsive. It probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but what else could I say?

“I’ll do it.”

Everyone paused, their glances suddenly affixed to me.

“I’ll execute the boy.”

Colonel Santina folded his arms, an unsettling frown on his face.

“You’re trying my patience here, Major.”

“If you’re going to do it, best it be by my hand. The people don’t trust your soldiers as much as they are already. Having him executed by them will just fuel their resentment. Better it is done by someone they have no attachment to.”

“The Major does have a point,” Kollen concurred. “We wouldn’t want to unintentionally give reason to revolt now, do we?”

Santina grumbled.

“Fine then. You kill the boy, and that’ll be the end of it.”

“Not just yet,” I continued. “You might want to recheck your men, Colonel.”

“Are you insulting me?” he shot.

“The men killed that night were drunk, Colonel. And if I recall, alcohol is forbidden on these grounds. If I were you, I’d want to run my men down one more time. The rules were very clear, yet your men went ahead and broke them anyways. It’s as much disrespect to your own authority when your own men refuse to obey your own orders. Take them off guard duty for now and get them squared and sorted out. In the meantime, my company will temporarily take over camp authority until your men are fit to operate.”

“This is an isolated incident. My men wouldn’t dare...!”

“I’d take the Major’s advice, Colonel,” Kollen interrupted. “It is imperative that there be no. Loose. Ends. Even with you and your men. The Guild will see to that. Not one day is to be wasted. Execute the man and change the guards. We resume operations the moment that is done. Gentlemen.”

Kollen nodded to each one of us before departing the room, leaving only myself and Santina to wallow in the office’s silence. Santina shuffled his pockets to find a thick cigar and lighter. He flicked the lighter, emitting a small flame that he held close to the cigar’s end, before stuffing it in his mouth and inhaling, the cigar’s small end smoldering to dust. He pulled the cigar out from his mouth, and looking up at the spinning fan above him, exhaled the gray smoke into it.

“You know war better than I do, huh?” he said, jostling his cigar at me.

“Only what life’s thrown at me,” I replied.

“You may think you know everything. You may think you’re better than me.” He chuckled. “Heck, you probably think you own this camp already.” He leaned in closer, a deathly stare in his eye. “You’re going to find out that whatever you may have learned over there... whatever thoughts they might have put through your head... it doesn’t work here. Over here, you play by my rules. Mines. Alone. You remember that, and we’ll have nothing to worry about, eh?”

I cleared my throat. This man clearly does not understand the situation.

“Colonel, do you want to know how I survived ten years out on the frontlines without losing a single limb?”

He simply stared.

“Every campaign I went... no matter how many I did, there was already this one nutcase who believed everything had to be done his way. Didn’t matter what everyone else said, he just did what he wanted because he thought his idea was the best, and that everyone else was either an incompetent fool or a gutless coward.” I leaned in. “Those people never lasted long.”

I walked over the door behind Santina.

“At the end of the day, status, power, prestige, influence... none of that matters in the face of Reality. Common Sense tends to trump those. That’s how I lived through it.”

And with that, I opened the door... and left the room, leaving Santina alone to smoke his cigar.
“To give of oneself is the noblest of all acts.”