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The one hundred-seventy-sixth assembly has begun!" A man dressed in clear military attire states into an ornate and elaborate hall. He soon leaves and closes two thick wooden doors, sealing the hall from the outside. In the hall eight figures wearing unique attire but all would have the common theme of a dark blue colour and a golden sword on the shoulders. The six men and two women would be gathered around a round table, none showing executive leadership status.
"As determined by our last meeting, I, King Jorge the Second of the Kingdom of Garnheim will be acting as Speaker Elect of this Assembly." The Royal coughs and clears his throat as he looks at the rest of the rulers of their states, including; Vakker, Velsirik, Lower Jotungaan, Krigsmetun Niflgand, Grontal, and of course his own nation, Garnheim.
The man speaks up again over his peers who eagerly wait for news regarding the affairs of the nation, a sickening air of anxiety but somehow excitement can be found in the atmosphere of the room as papers shift and leaders mutter.
"As you are aware the Aerial Battleship Himmelguden was just commissioned three days ago, with this one of the most innovative and advanced ships in the navy has been brought forth, becoming a pride of our nations and our morale in these bleak and trying times, courtesy of Niflgand for facilitating construction. However." the man pressed his hands together and shifts to the points of his finger tips, he takes a deep breath and brushes the thinning grey hair to the back of his head and adjusts the monocle.
"This project has taken a considerable amount of resources and more importantly Zarite, a valuable and increasingly sparse resource. Now I know the last time we have met the prospects of the trade deal with Fallabetia and Buevos were high, but unfortunately their 'intrigue' in Former Zavostavia has prompted the governments involved to reconsider their Zarite stores. Additionally the Great Khan and Pradia in the east has made long distance travel and shipping uncertain. However we have been unformed of a brand new Zarite deposit, one of the largest in the region, right in Velsirik, am I wrong, Madame Regent Francia?"
The table simultaneously shifts her gaze to the woman, wearing a simple dark blue dress and hiding her gaze with a plain sun hat. She looks up to the old and thin King Jorge and then at the rest of the table, with a slight grimace she shows that she is the least enthused to be here. "Yes sir, that is correct." she plainly states, a thick dutch-esque accent trailing her words.
"Then you would know the response of Queen Maria?" Jorge says quickly, anxious to hear the answer of the reluctant woman.
"She is still unwell, I cannot answer your questions at this time." She flatly responds, her words slicing into the optimistic King as he slowly slumps back into his seat. "I see, onto the next topic of discussion then, these communists to the south."
Arvug, Emden-orion, Wielbelkia, and Czestowalskalia
"All Stand for His Most Exalted Majesty, King of Baataryn flot, Chief of Chiefs, Conqueror of the Senobians, Prophet of the Sky, Tamer of Golden Eagles, Defender of the Pax Arvuginica and the Great Khan of all Arvugians, Dzhambul Ganbaatar" Roars a deep voiced heavily bearded man wearing the finest silks one can imagine. All the figures of this large room lining the sides of a large central table immedietly stand up and put a fist to their chest and put their legs together. The guards of this room, wielding traditional armours but possessing strange rifles from the west fitted with bayonets line the doors and sides of the room, a taller man with a more ornate armour design, an officer by the looks of him, immedietly takes a large halberd and slams the handle on the floor, yelling "PRESENT...ARMS". All the guards in the room take their rifles off of their right shoulder, put it in front of them so that the magwell faces away from them and move the rifle into a verticle position infront of them, their heads turning to face the large metal door on the back of the room, opposite of the large oak door at the front.
The door opens slowly, and the first sight is a measly freshly shaven small man wearing fine clothes, All those in the room immedietly think to themselves "The court eunuch.....", his squeaky voice exclaims "The Great Khan hereby opens the One Thousandth Three Hundred and Seventy Fifth gathering of the clans, so bless us the sky mother". As soon as he says this, he immedietly bows and moves out the way. Deep footsteps are heard rapidly approaching from behind him.
Great Khan Dzhambul Ganbaatar enters the room, his clothing consisting of a white Deel (Traditional Tunic), his cape a wolf he slain in battle, his hood the upper half of said wolf's taxidermid skull. His tall stature an imposing sight even for the captain of the guard, his scrimitar in its sheath on his right side. Ganbaatar's features can be described as "Typically Arvugian". Tanned skin from time spent above the clouds, a beard as long as his shoulder length hair and the odd pigmentation of certain parts of his face with a mole near his nose. His aged appearance giving a wise yet powerful visage. He moves to stand in front of his throne in an elevated position above the end of the table. Looks at the table for a minute, blinks, and waves a hand. At the waving of the hand the captain of the guard shouts "RIGHT...SHOULDER ARMS" all the guards moving to move their rifles to their right shoulder, their gaze released from their Khan and now facing perfectly straight. The dignitaries of the table move to sit down as this happens.
"For what matters have i been recalled back to the Ikh bürged? i was rather busy ensuring the quality of maintenance on the outside ships of Baataryn flot were in good hands" The Khans voices in a deep tone.
"Milord, this session was scheduled a week in advance....." the Court eunuch reminds him, quivering under angry gaze of his Khan. Quickly turning back to the large central table, he asks "m..May the first of you present your case".
As the chief of Clan Urdkit is about to stand, the Lord Commander of the Raiding Fleets beats him to it "Milord, I propose a grand raiding campaign west, to seize greater riches for our Khanate" he says, "tch..the third time he's proposed that this month" can be heard in the background. Turning to the figure that said that "Perhaps you'd like to explain in clear detail why these raids, that are so essential to the economy mind you, are suddenly a bad idea you mutt.".
The Lord Commander of the Grand Army Batbayar Otgonbayar, wearing his armour stands up. "I was under the impression that you were banned from attending these gatherings for the next month and a half after you dared to invite a woman into this court you bastard, but alas we unfortunately cant always be correct."
The Lord Commander of the Great Fleets too, stands up as those watching listen with great interest "Perhaps we should allow for cooler heads to prevail and instead move onto more productive matters" he requests. Only to be spoken back to by Otgonbayar "Hmph, You're just taking his side because you make some good money providing logistical help to him on a daily basis"
The Speaker of the room, the man who previously proclaimed the entrance of the Khan, shouts "ENOUGH, The Lord Commander of the Great Fleets is correct, and might i remind you Lord Commander of the Raiding Fleets Megujin Amarsaikhan that this matter was discussed to death already, we decided to instead consolidate our hold on our vassals closer to home then busy ourselves with great campaigns west, if you're so concerned you're more than free to send a few raiding parties over to guarantee you treasure." The now named Megujin Amarsaikhan and other lord commanders sit down and sit in silence. "Now, Chief of Clan Urdkit, may you present your case"
The Chief of Clan Urdkit stands "Milord, i present a situational report over the affairs of the northern land provinces, they have discovered large resource centres of iron, aluminium and.....
For the Great Khan, the meeting drones on and on, inbetween bickering over nonsensical matters, to tax reports, to situational reports, his bored mind wanders, wishing to be free of this madness.
Khaos Invaders, Emden-orion, Wielbelkia, Serdian republic, and 1 otherCzestowalskalia
Jean-Charles von Waismann, Quartermaster General of the Kaiser's Imperial Army and seasoned veteran was in his office in Sudentor and could already feel a headache setting in as he rubbed his forehead. Said office was rather spartan with few amenities, his desk and file cabinets being the only furnishings with a lonely Waldreich Erigeron in a pot on said desk as the sole decoration. The thorny mountain plant was in it's bi-annual bloom, it's orange petals the only source of color in the office. The Quartermaster General himself, dressed in his well-pressed uniform was up to his proverbial knees in paperwork. With the news of the Northern Confederation to the west having commissioned a new Aerial Battleship and the new regime in Pradonia to the south-east the Kaiser had ordered a modernization plan be prepared for the army and air force. Naturally every arms company worth their salt was jumping at the opportunity to win such lucrative contracts which meant he had his work cut out for him. He was in the middle of looking over a proposal from Grupp to convert some of their old naval cannons from airships designated for scuttling into dual-purpose railway cannons when a knock at his door interrupted him.
"Come in." he said, setting down the papers. On cue the door opened and inside came his assistant in managing this mess, the younger officer carrying another set of folders. Von Waismann managed to mask his increasing exasperation with a neutral expression as he asked:
"So what do you bring me this time Leutnant Ettlinger?" Ettlinger, who gave him a sympathetic look, simply handed him one of the folders.
"Well let's just say they're certainly getting more creative sir." Von Waismann raised an eyebrow as he opened it. Both his eyebrows soon shooting up to his forehead as he looked at the preliminary blueprints for what was touted as "Next Generation Interceptor Cannons".
"What in god's name?" he asked.
"The Schneeder et Ciel representative called it the Goseck-class interdiction cannon. Supposedly it can fire a 520mm projectile with a muzzle velocity of 1,500 metres per second, at a projected range of 200 kilometres. It does this using a multi-charge mechanism where secondary propellant charges are fired to add velocity to a projectile. I should also specify those are Zarite charges." Ettlinger answered without missing a beat. Von Waismann looked at the blueprints incredulously as Ettlinger continued. "If it were to actually be finished and work as designed, suffice to say it would be a nightmare to anything not sitting behind at least 10 meters of solid concrete."
"That's a rather big if, Leutnant." Von Waismann replied. "For one we're not sure if the gun won't simply misfire and detonate itself. It would also require a decent stockpile of Zarite just for one gun, let alone multiple as they seem to suggest. Not to mention there's the problem of acquiring an aerial target at such a long range."
"Still, it does have some potential sir. If it were refined it could prove an asset in the future." Ettlinger said in response. Von Waismann sighed but nodded. "Point. If nothing else I suspect some of the upper staff would drool at the prospect of having such a weapon to show the might of our nation. Tell them to keep working on it for now before we commit to anything. Although I do hope you have something of more immediate use with you." Ettlinger simply nodded as he handed him the other folder. Opening it, Von Waissman was greeted by the diagram of a "Type 1 Leichter Wandertraktor" according to the notes on the side. Standing at 2.35 meters tall, slightly shorter than the Mephisto tank used for scale, the first thing to catch his eye was the fact it actually was standing unlike the tank; on 4 spider-like legs to be specific. Other details were a single machine gun for self defense and an attachment on the rear for towing lighter materiel.
"Maschinenfabrik Anfang Lumen says they already have a working prototype ready for demonstration. I for one think this will be of great use to the army modernization." Ettlinger clarified. Von Waismann rubbed his chin as he looked over the rest of the diagram.
"Tell them they'll have their demonstration then. If it holds up to expectations it could give us an edge in the more mountainous regions of the nation. Now is that all?" At Ettlinger's nod, Von Waismann dismissed him. After the younger officer left and closed the door behind him, he looked back at the mountain of papers before him and sighed. "I'm going to need more coffee for this."
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, and Serdian republic
North Western Lemoyne, United Serdian States.
Somewhere nestled between sprawling swampland and meager forests, near the Lemoyne Coast and somewhat close to the grand and sprawling city of Saint Denis, a windsock gently flows through the breeze atop an old plantation manor, this is Sweetwater Plantation, or rather Was as now it's called Sweetwater Field, home of an odd new private venture...
"Mr. Cactus... are you sure this is a good idea?" asked a voice with a worried tone.
"Why of course I am Fritz." the man by the name of Cactus replied.
This is Alfred J. Cactus... War Hero, adventurer, multi-millionaire and most importantly, Ace Pilot.
"I've already had a few dozen flyers printed and sent to airfields around the country and I've even sent a few to other nations too." Mr. Cactus said, walking over to the balcony of the plantation mansion and looking over at the sprawling plantation though, instead of fields of cotton or corn or anything like that, there would be flattened dirt roads and large tents set up with boxes of parts and tools inside each one, inside of one of the tents there would be a personalized machine belonging to Mr. Cactus... a biplane fighter bearing his personal emblem and painted in his personal colors of blue and yellow... it's the 'Blue Max' a customized SPED F.1 fighter that helped Mr. Cactus earn 12 air-to-air victories during his service...
"Sir!... they've arrived." Shouted a voice from behind Mr. Cactus and his butler Fritz from the hallway. "The aircraft you've ordered?... they're here and being readied for you." the man said quickly.
"Good!" Mr. Cactus said, smiling as his idea slowly enters fruition... The C.V.M.A.C. (Cactus. Volunteer. Mercenary. Air. Corps.) simply The Cactus Air Force is becoming reality!
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Hurtgenwald, Wielbelkia, and 1 otherCzestowalskalia
Hello!
Baataryn flot, Outer Docks, Third Wing
The Outer docks of the third wing of Baataryn Flot, the most famous of flying cities, looks rather like a normal dockyard in any land city, with the exception that there is air instead of water. As the capital this dock and many of the other docks see plenty of travel inbound and outbound. On this one particular large airship with the hull below its balloon adorned with purple paintings of slaves in servitude, various figures can be seen loading and unloading crates onto the ship.
"Sir, we've got the 7th Paretec cargo onboard, we've stored it in the second deck away from the slaves in the third." One Airmen says, standing on the dock and passing crates over a gap of sky to another person on the ship.
"Good, inform the captain that we set sail for Myangan nulimsny flot*, I'm going to rally together a party to launch an adventure overskies into the territories of the unwashed gadaadyn irgen, the 7th Paratec will be most useful for this endeavour as a force multiplier" Lord Commander of the Raiding Fleets Megujin Amarsaikhan replies
"Very good Sir, the boarding ramp is to our right if you wish to proceed onboard right now". Returning to his work.
As Megujin steps onboard, he is interrupted by a man running towards him from behind, holding a letter and yelling "My Lord, My Lord", looking at this courier in disdain he replies "What IS IT?"
"My lord, His Exalted Majesty wishes to inquire as to why you're leaving the capital, the reply naturally cannot wait"
"Tell that oa--....His Exalted Majesty that i am embarking on a personal endeavour, if there's matters pertaining to the Raiding Fleet he can contact the staff at the administrative department of the raiding fleets...Sky Mother bless me i need a drink and a wench after dealing with those fools"
"uhhh...Very good sir, il send the message...excluding that last bit, at once" The courier leaving, at a walking pace now. Megujin steps onboard the ship as members of the crew step onboard, slowly the release procedure for the ship is conducted and the ship, with the name "HMRS Khulan of Myangan nulimsny" printed on its sides detaches from Baataryn flot, making a right bank to leave as a cargo airship passes by to take its place at the dock.
*Myangan nulimsny flot, or Thousand Tear Fleet is the flying city containing the most infamous of Arvugian slave markets, among other depravities. Already possessing a bad reputation internationally, the flying city gained even more notoreity after the brutal suppression of the Thousand Tear Slave Revolt in 1890
Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
Hurtgenwald lies at the northern edge of the Continent; its terrain is characterized by heavily forested, plunging valleys. An assortment of trees populate the landscape, the forest's rough terrain starkly contrasting with that of the capital city, where many surrounding hilltop plateaus have been cleared for agriculture and industrialization. Roads in the forest are few, winding, and narrow. Nevertheless, along the densely forested reaches of northern Hurtgenwald, life is peaceful and quiet, surrounded by pristine scenery.
This relative quiet is sometimes briefly interrupted by a commotion. A distant rumbling accompanied by screeching metal, growing louder as it approached; the dense trees concealing it until the last moment. Moving rapidly upon hidden railroad tracks, a hulking giant of a locomotive, just one car, would emerge from the treeline, black smoke billowing wildly. Sudden as it comes, the rails would lead the behemoth back into the forest, its sounds quickly disappearing in the distance; but for those who could catch a glimpse, they described it plated in armour and bristling with cannons.
A proverbial warship on rails, as they call it. A rail-cruiser.
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
(come on, do something so i can pick a target....)
Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia
Wielbelkian capital
Agent 257 sighs. The trip to Wielbelkia had been long and the transports cramped. First the dingy train cars, then rickety carts, and then even more rickety carts. This is her first chance to truly relax. She sips her tea and examines her envelope, reviewing the details of her mission. Inside were a collection of sketches, small maps and a rarity, a photograph.
She was to determine the locations of the weapons manufacturing and heavy industries, as well as any weaknesses that they have. The Bureau said it was "in the interests of national security"; a familiar excuse for those working in intelligence. She puts a hefty tip on the table and exits the cafe, heading to her first destination: a military base in the city.
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
Rain
The streets of the capital were getting soaked, a gray atmosphere occupies the entire capital, the millennial empire goes through gray moments, its glory and honor have fallen, the national soul is slowly dying out like the trust to the emperor, the peace that rules the country has only served to distance the people, The Emperor Regulis Malbertis has finally started with his plan, a nationalistic-militaristic trait approach will restore the confidence of the people to the emperor and the desire for glory will grow again.
Today under heavy rain the sound of hundreds of steps were heard from the main streets of the capital, curious people, opened their doors or windows to observe what was happening, soldiers, as if the entire army of the empire were in the capital, people doubted, "What are they doing here?", No one know it. The most curious left the roof of their house to follow the soldiers, all went to the capital square.
The gray sky painted the ceremony that was taking place in the central square, thousands of soldiers from the long-lived empire gathered in exquisite formation by call of the emperor, a balcony of the imperial family palace faced the great plaza, the center of the plaza was occupied by the V corps of the imperial army and the surroundings were full of curious citizens who still did not know the reason for this meeting, While waiting for the emperor, the rain landed on the umbrellas of the people and wet the uniforms of the soldiers, it was not until a minute later that the supreme sovereign, the legitimate emperor of the millennial empire of Meincertarg, appeared on the balcony, without Importing that the rain soaks him, he began with a speech, a speech that would completely change the situation of the empire.
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Hurtgenwald, and Wielbelkia
HMRS Khulan of Myangan nulimsny, Upper Deck, 6000 metres in the air
Megujin, dressed in the warmest clothes due to the altitude they're flying at, looks over the edge of the upper deck onto the terrain below him, sparsely obscured by clouds. "Theres Čestowałśkalia and Worklaw again. Only the Sky Mother knows how many times i gazed upon them from up here, surely Captain you could've chosen a route with more interesting scenery." He asks.
"Nay my lord, this route is in my humble opinion quite beautiful, less birds flying at this altitude too so thats a blessing. Why dont you find it interesting if i may ask?" the Captain, a man also dressed for warmth, contrasting in appearance with Megujin by his beard that goes down to his chest.
"The reason why i dont find them interesting is that his most gracious majesty" he slurs out "has forbidden the capture or use of Worklawan's and Cestowalskalians as slaves for reasons beyond me, its frustrating, i could be out there in Pradonia, or even lands as far as the Serdian frontier or northern confederacy, plenty of opportunity and life to be found there, not in the east." having expressed his view, the captain grunts to signal acknowlagement.
"Anyways my lord, we'll be at Myangan nulimsny flot soo-" suddenly interrupted by one of the airmen.
"My lord, Sir, we just recieved a telegraph from Myangan Nulimsny Flot, the administrator over there decided to commence the boarding party with *Tavan gegeentnüüdiin flot to mass convert some of the slaves who earned freedom in the army. As such most of the raiding fleet is not at your disposal, im sorry my lord." the airmen, paraphrasing the telegraph.
"Sky Mother dammnit" taking a minute to strike a thinking pose, he finds the silver lining "well i suppose what we're about to do will be less a great campaign and more like a nice excursion i suppose...i can make it work".
*Tavan gegeentnüüdiin flot, or Five Saints Fleet is where a majority of Salkhitai large scale ceremonies, conversions, and rituals take place, frequently docking with many of the other floating cities to provide its spiritual services to the Khanate.
Khaos Invaders, Hurtgenwald, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
Ikh bürged, Baataryn flot
"Your majesty, not that i doubt your wisdom but...why did you suddenly decide to prematurely free some of the slaves in the army?" an aide to the Khan asks.
"Because i didnt want that F*ck from having anymore ships and manpower for his 'grand campaign'" the Khan mutters the last in an obviously mocking tone. "Better this way anyways, he'll be out of our hair and i wont have to constantly worry about that pediculous prick from pissing off our southern neighbours"
Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
"Ho...Hotchk...Honchkiss...? That can't be right," Agent 257 puzzles over her list. "It has to be Hotchkiss. Surely I must be mistaken."
Her eyes do not deceive her however. Towering in front of her are the gates to Wielbelkia's premier machine gun manufacturer. In big, stylized script, the name Honchkiss stands out boldly in its plaque outside the gates. The tooling complexes are hidden behind the wall, but machinery noises can be heard in the distance.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Agent 257 presses a button under her left coat cuff. A silent *click* sounds from behind one of her coat buttons as a photograph is taken.She adjusts her satchel and walks smartly towards the reception booth, greeting the receptionist inside, "Greetings. I am a businesswoman from Schaffsoix, and I am interested in a potential weapons contract. I wish to tour your facilities and sample your best products."
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(yes this took too long for the length shush I had classes today)
Arvug, Hurtgenwald, Pizo Cas, and Serdian republic
https://youtu.be/4hoB8lHNMZo
Somewhere out in the South Western region of Wielbelkia, a Man would step off a train, A Young man from the looks of it, stepping out into the small "city" of Klagensill, curious eyes eager for adventure and more importantly Work darting around to take in his new surroundings, atop his head a beaten old brown colored Serdian Cavalry slouch cap would sit, the shiny bronze crossed-sabers emblem of the Serdian Cavalry pinned to the front, glistening in the sun while the left side of the hat would appear to be pinned up, it's clear the hat's older than it's wearer, all the while the man wore a dirty grey long-sleeved work shirt of the button up variety with a pair of breast-pockets where at least one pencil in the left-hand pocket while a folded up cloth Hankerchief would sit opposite in the right-hand pocket, his attire would be finished off with somewhat cleaner sky-blue work-jeans and a pair of black boots... On the man's hip though, there'd be a holster, a holster with an old fashioned Serdian single action 'cattleman' revolver of the 'Quick-draw' type that wouldn't be too uncommon out in the Serdian frontier, the pistol having a blued steel finish with the forward sight blade and the pistol's hammer both being finished in a contrasting light iron color, the grip of the pistol itself being a light birch color, all safely protected inside a black leather holster sitting neatly on the Serdian man's hip.
As for the gentleman himself?
He would be young, late-teens early-20s though it should be noted his facial hair is impressively maintained, a somewhat large-ish pencil mustache under his nose and a pair of long but cleanly cut sideburns, all the while there would be unkempt black hair peeking out from under the Serdian's hat.
Who is this gentleman? His name is Benny, Benny Wilhelm (originally his full birth name was Camille Bennington Wilhelm, but what kind of self-respecting man of the Serdian frontier would have such a stupid and womanly first name?).
Benny stepped out of the railway carriage looking around and breathing in the fresh(ish) air of the small city and dropping his heavy bag down to quickly stretch before picking it up once again before entering inside and wandering around the train station, admiring the (relative) grandeur of the Wielbelkian station as he explored... and then he made his way to a ticket booth, remembering to get his travel permit checked before wandering any further, lest he incur the wrath of any of the small group of soldiers standing guard at the station, at the ticket booth Benny would gently ring the bell on the desk and politely introduce himself.
"Uh... Howdy?... uhm, I'm just here to give my travel papers." He said somewhat sheepishly, pulling the folded up permit from his pocket and placing it on the desk for the station clerk to see for himself.
(Yes I'm doing a Western Archetype character in the 1920s, screw ya'll lmao)
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, and Wielbelkia
Myangan nulimsny flot, inner markets, 9144 Metres in the air, 7:30pm local
Pushing his way through various members of a crowd in a rather busy market, evading the many protests thrown at him for being too assertive in forcing his way through, Megujin approaches the door of a rather busy looking bar. A sign reading "Sokhor khünii üsrelt", or Blind Man's Jump, complete with a sign featuring an artistic rendering of a man jumping overboard, adorns the area above the door itself. Opening the door and moving in. Megujin is greeted by the sudden influx of sensory input, music, conversation, glass shattering, people yelling and being generally rowdy hits him. Taking it in stride as he usually does, something he's well accustomed thanks to having lived on Myangan Nulimsny his early life, Megujin takes a seat in the right corner, barely evading two patrons having a tussle in his path.
Sitting in this right corner for five minutes, another man carrying two lagers arrives and stands next to the table. This man has an eyepatch, pale skin and black combed hair, sporting a pencile moustache and a rather lanky body type, his business suit distinguishing himself from everyone else, obviously not an Arvugian and obviously quite well off.
"Count Richard von Ruchlos in the living flesh, its been too long you ugly son of a ynhan. Last i saw you, you gave the guards the loop while we slipped in and stole that Serdian patrolship back in the good old days, what are you doing here?" Megujin asks, clearly happy to see him.
"What? can i not enjoy the company of an old friend?"
"Sure sure, sit down, i apologise about the lack of company but...i didn't have any cargo capacity to bring slavegirls tonight, a true shame i assure you" Richard waves his hand to brush off the concerns as he sits down. "Anyways..." Megujin takes a sip "What really brings you here? as far as im concerned you never show yourself in the Khanate unless you have business"
Sighing for a second "Yes you're quite right about that, you see theres a particular problem i have back in Wielbelkia, all the way back in Tauberg actually, i assure you however if you help resolve it i can promise you'll get a great reward, something to boost your reputation and give you good wealth perhaps?..." Richard's only eye looks at Megujin unblinkingly for a good couple seconds
Leaning forward a bit after his second sip "go on....."
"Well....."
Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
The guards eyed the newcomer behind their helmets, the distinctly Serdian accent being somewhat unusual in these parts, while the booth operator (a glasses wearing man in his late 30s) just gave him a bored look before looking over his papers.
"Camille huh? Had an uncle called that, apparently outside the Empire some think that's a girl's name."
"I just go by my middle name sir. My friends call me Benny."
"Uh huh, sure. Benny." the man said dismissively. "Well, everything seems in order. Hope you enjoy your stay in Klagensill." He promptly handed Benny his papers back before waving him off. "I sure wouldn't if I were you." he muttered to himself. As Benny exited the station, one of the soldiers on duty tripped him and chuckled as he watched him stumble.
"Well..." on cue, Richard motioned for a nondescript Wielbelkian soldier, who somehow blended in, to approach them and retrieved a map of south Tauberg from him.
"As you know, being a Count gives me certain, jurisdictions, over the region. Including over an unassuming mining town that has recently stumbled upon signs of a Zarite stockpile." he said pointing at a town named Klagensill. "Normally this would be good news for me, but recently the Emperor has called back some units due to 'the situation stabilizing', which means it's rather more difficult to deal with the unions with my usual iron-fisted tactics. Particularly if more workers flood in when the magnates smell the ore." he scowled at the last part but quickly changed to a more jovial expression.
"That's where you come in old friend, I need a little raid or two to convince Dinsmark the area is still under threat and to send reinforcements. That way I can ensure things continue to run smoothly for the foreseeable future. As for what's in it for you, you get to keep any unfortunates you happen to catch and I promise a cut of the ore when the operation starts gearing up." he smiled fiendishly. "So what do you say?"
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Hurtgenwald, and Serdian republic
"Alexandra von Deuxcent. Thank you." Agent 257 quietly snaps another photo of the both from her perspective.
Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
"My friend, i was looking for a place to go and you just provided it, I'm in, we can discuss more details in my office in a short bit but otherwise i can muster a few ships and start making my way over in a few days. But just one last detail before we head there, i assume the guards already present at the designated sites are ones you want to get rid of in the process?" Megujin asks
Khaos Invaders, Hurtgenwald, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
As the Serdian waltzed out of the Train station and stumbled, he heard the soldiers laugh at his stumble and quietly grumbled to himself before making his way to the luggage cart sitting at the the station platform, Benny would peer at the stack of luggage, looking for a moment before quickly singling out a large old suitcase. "There you are..." He said before dragging the suitcase out from the pile and walking away with it and into the city.
Ben would look around as he walked down the street on the sidewalk of the city... wow Klagnensill is definitely WAY bigger than his home town of Edgewater back in New Hanover state...
"Oh well..." Benny said as he walked through the city, now all he needs to do is to find that mine and get himself some work!
"...Hey Pard?" Benny asked out to a tall stout Police officer standing guard near what is assumedly the city's bank and politely asking him: "Do you know which way to the mines? I'm new here and I'm looking for work" He said, hoping the officer would be nice enough to give him some directions or at the very least won't be a massive jerk to him.
Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia
"Ah there you are. A guide will be with you shortly, if you'll wait just a moment." the receptionist said before gesturing to a guard to fetch them. After a few moments of waiting, the guard returned with an older gentleman in a well pressed suit. "Good today to you Miss Deuxcent, I'm Louis Brestrich and I'll be your guide today." he said offering his hand for a handshake.
"Naturally." replied Richard. "There are those who, unfortunately, question my methods even among the security forces and sometimes you have to make sacrifices for a convincing performance."
The officer raised an eyebrow both at the foreign slang as well as the request itself. It's not often a foreigner volunteers for that. Still, they could always use more hands there. "The main office is just up to the north-west of here, just follow the road until you reach Pine Street and go left." he said while pointing in the relevant direction.
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, and Serdian republic
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