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(Why are we still here? Just to suffer?)
Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia
Dr. Night meticulously fiddles with an engine as he has a bottle of rum next to him. He grabs a notepad and a pencil and examines his notes and then jumps down from the engine, bottle and notepad In hand.
“Alright, test number 27, lets try this again. Gertrud, start the engine test!”
She nods from a panel on the other side of the room and she flips a switch as the engine begins to start and sputter, the propeller spins slowly at first and then goes off spinning as heat is ejected from the back, the room filled with a shriek as the engine increased going 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, and it stays for a total of 30 minutes, “Alright shut it off!” He waves to Gertrud and she shuts it off as it slowly begins to slow and the shrieking dies down.
Dr. Night smiles and laughs, “By Cernunnos it worked!” Gertrude points to the engine dripping from the side, “it works but uh we have a coolant leak. We might wanna run a few more tests before we y’know send this to the manufactory?”
He waves her off, “Yes yes, I’ll take care of that.” He hops onto the latter and climbs up taking a look at the engine, “O-oh...”
“What happened?”
He holds up an empty bottle, “I think it may be vodka.”
She shakes her head “Okay new rule, no flammable materials near the engine. That could’ve gone off an possibly burnt down the whole place!”
“Unlikely but fair enough” he shrugs and takes a sip from his rum bottle
Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia
Zoetstraten Proving Grounds, North Schayne
Zoetstraten was a rather idyllic looking part of the countryside. Roughly 70 kilometres southeast of Lumen it used to be a rather sparsely populated area. Unfortunately for the locals, due to said sparse population and the varied landscape this area was selected for creating the largest exercise area for the military during the mid-point of the Great War. The farmers and villages in the selected area tried to lobby against the government but they were ignored and either paid off to relocate or simply forced out. Cottages gave way to barracks and farms to artillery firing ranges. A steel leg stomped on the ground as a prototype walker made it's way through a test track. MAL's "Type 1 Leichter Wandertraktor" (now designated by the military as the "Leichter Traktorläufer I") had been put through the paces since it was first passed to trials, the design having changed a fair amount since then. It was lower to the ground and the machine gunner now had a basic gunshield as protection. Still, the brass considered it too unprotected and a larger frame would be needed to make a frontline combat model but for it's role it sufficed. Leutnant Erich Ettlinger had been sent to oversee the shakedown test, with a MAL engineer with him as a representative.
"Impressive, no?" said engineer asked as they watched it climb over a steep obstacle.
Ettlinger made a noncommittal grunt. "I suppose, though it remains to be seen how well they'll do in the field. At the very least the higher ups are interested in a fully armed and armored version." The engineer was about to boast some more when they heard a thud and noticed the vehicle had accidentally tripped over.
"Not to mention the controls still need some work I see." Ettlinger said while the engineer sighed in resignation.
Khaos Invaders and Egoia
HMRS Myangan Nulimsny, Waldreich Mountains, Wielbelkia
Bolek snaps a salute back to his superior officer. "Affirmative sir." He states, mentally preparing for the mission, and once dismissed, would immediately head down to the landing craft he and Kuzhuk had been assigned, covering up his rifle in cloth to hide the markings and engravings. His new objective to blend into with the people of the township and to collect information of where the guards are, also to this, he makes plans to sabotage the enemy's communications before he heads back.
Baataryn flot
Jaropełk and his escort of the man wearing the strange mixed uniform fall in line between the guards. "It is most unfortunate that my father could not come, he stated he was feeling rather ill, and I, his heir, should come in his stead to learn about your culture and your people,a dn to befriend your great Khan." Jaropełk states, shivering with excitement.
"Prince Jaropełk, ease yourself, these people pride themselves on strength and not childish glee." Quietly chimes his escorts voice.
"I see, Łukasz, thank you for informing me, but I believe that they'll prefer one who is excited to learn." Whispers Jaropełk to the man in strange uniform, known as Łukasz. He smiles and follows closely behind Khagatai. "Good sir Darmalai, I wish to learn more about your nation as you take me to your leader, like, why do your people enjoy raiding so much?"
Much to the annoyance of Staalinov, he let Dr. Night have an extra 2 weeks to work on perfecting a plane design capable of a transcontinental flight that could take hours at most. Staalinov chose two Corporals, a Corporal Sara Marx and Corporal Gregory Luxemburg, to be the first to fly this possible death trap.
A camera crew interviewed Dr. Night, who was particularly excited to share the engine but insisted they also interview Gertrud.
“How long have you been working on this design?” The reporter asked.
“Well I’ve dreamed of turboprop engines since I first saw planes as a child. The idea of continuous transcontinental flights has been a dream of mine for a while. Me and Gertrud have been working on this design for a few years now. We had a few prototypes, most of which exploded, but we got these new ones. Once we got the engines the hard part was over Gertrud used her aeronautics knowledge.”
Gertrud smiled, “It wasn’t that hard. The main modifications we made was more safety features. In theory a crash will be less deadly thanks to the modifications we’ve made with the frame, it won’t crumble up or explode and if one engine goes down it doesn’t guarantee a complete crash. Then getting the fuel right was the next part. By our calculations it is capable of about 3218 kms on a light load.”
“Fascinating”, the reporter took down some notes and asked a few more questions before it was time for take off. The plane’s engines, being so close to the Wielbelkian border (Wielbelkia) might be heard distantly mistaken as wolves or cultists perhaps, maybe ghosts to those superstitious to that sort of thing. The plane would take off going faster than what those pilots had experience before going at 482kph at cruising altitude. The plane travelled 551.6 km km for about 1 hour until it landed at its location safe and sound.
The pilots stepped out of the plane with applauses as the nation and any possible border towns listening in heard the news of the successful landing. Staalinov and Dr. Night met a night later and drank and discussed possible plans for further plane designs.
Khaos Invaders and Wielbelkia
(im gonna leave you to rp the time in the town with Wielbelkia.)
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Taking a moment to choose his choice of words, and well versed in diplomatic and political language when neccessary, Khagatai ponders for a second as they move through the crowds. "Most scholars you meet will attribute it to our long history as nomadic tribal confederations in ancient Ertnii gazar, many traditions having been held on long after the establishment of our Khanate in roughly 1150 AD." not airing his personal thoughts regarding the matter. "Raiding also serves as a productive outlet for many young or less well off members of society as well as an instrument of diplomacy." he replies, not even turning his head to look at the prince as he focuses on keeping watch on the excitable crowd.
As they move through Baataryn flot, the crowds are beginning to be noticably less packed, one could infer that they're getting closer to the Ikh bürged, the Great Khan's infamous dreadnought & flagship. functioning as his home and capital of his country.
Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, and Worklaw
Die Rote Fahne, Issue XX
UNREST IN SCHAYNE
Disgruntlement continues to build in the largest of the southern states as Schayneans feel increasingly underrepresented in the largely Belkian dominated empire. Common complaints being favoritism shown to the Belkian ethnic groups and the fact their language is still not recognized as an official state language despite the promises of equality made in the 1884 Treaty. Our correspondents in our sister party the PCS have even reported that some Imperial schools have stopped teaching it altogether. This adds on to the general unrest by the announced 1920 modernization of the military and there are even some calling for their Iron Marshal to step in against local authorities. [...] (page X)
Interview with Egoian contingent
Recently one of our ministers had the unique opportunity to talk with a representative of a contingent from the "state" of Egoia. What is decried as total anarchy and wanton looting by the imperalists is in fact while not the ideal worker's state we strive for a definite improvement over the capitalist stranglehold, guarded against imperalism by our fellow marxist comrades. [...] (page X)
Train wreck in Ambrino,Serdia kills hundreds, dozens more feared dead
In another example of the lax safety policies of the capitalist Serdia, a horrific train wreck has claimed the lives of innocents. While the NTSB is still investigating the causes, they are quick to accuse a signalman as a scapegoat for the incompetence of their own policies. [...] (page X)
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Jaropełk Sobieski nods his head, taking mental notes as Khagatai explains his nation's history in short. "Your people must have had a hard life being nomads, and adopting this new lifestyle of sky nomads fits with your cultural past and comforts, while granting you many new advantages?" Sobieski watches the cheering crowds closely and takes note of their thinning ranks as he's lead to the magnificent Ertnii Gazar. "And raiding is a way of dealing with those hardships??" He inquires.
Łukasz stays close behind the prince and the one showing them the way. He watches the crowds and gently nudges the prince to give him the case that he's been carrying. "Prince, it would be a good idea if I carry the gift to the Khan, it would make me a target to anyone desperate or dumb enough to attack, and I won't freeze and have it get in the way if any issue arrises." Jaropełk nods and hands the weapon case to Łukasz who carries it with little issue, in fact, this allows the prince to move faster as the case is no longer bouncing against his legs at he walked.
23km south east of Klagensill, mining town in southeast Tauberg Wielbelkia, 04:08
His boots on the ground, his rifle covered in cloth to hide it's details, Bolek Zhańbiony makes his way north to the town, quickly getting to a nearby road and marching along it. As he moves towards the town he tells Kuzhuk the basic premise of the plan. "We get to town, call ourselves hunters who travel abroad collect info from the locals and act interested in settling down, but we need to find any communication lines and destroy them... Say, how good are you at chopping down a tree?..."
Upon reaching the town Bolek strides in, humming a song and acting partly absent minded to make himself look like a stereotypical Worklawa idiot traveller, selling this more with a few pelts of rabbits he shot on his way there. He looks around town for a tavern (and telegraph lines) to rent a room in for a handful of days, and waving at anyone who looks at him, putting on a large dumb smile for the crowds.
Serdian republic capital city Columbia, Columbia, 11:24
Senator Francis J. Needler of West Elizabeth sat eating a fine pastry at a cafe on the edges of the capital business and embassy districts; across from him sat the one who invited him here. "Good evening sir, I know you're awfully busy..." Came a soothing female voice from a fellow Serd. "But I'm here to make it worth your time, offering you a massive contract."
"A contract?" He mutters, eating his pastry and sipping some coffee. "Go talk to the business men, I'm not here for random people." He states, about to get up and leave until she clears her throat.
"Mr. Needler, I am here for a state wide deal, one that could push you into the realms of becoming your state's governor." She states cooly as she sips her own coffee, Francis sits back down to let her continue. "Good to see you're interested, I'm Sarah Huffington, daughter of the late Reginald Huffington killed by outlaws in 1906, and I'm here on behalf of the Serdian branch of the Zgon corporation looking to buy an unprecedented amount of steel from your region." She sips her tea again. "If you accept, we'll lobby behind you and fund your political campaign to any office, so long as the steel flows for us and our... Projects. So, are you interested?"
Eventually a local man wearing a flat cap and winter clothes yanked his arm down. "Are you trying to get the guards to come after you? Damn tourists. Any reason you're bouncing around like a kid in a candy store?"
Arvug and Worklaw
Khagatai to the trained eye obviously looks like he'd rather not be answering questions but does so anyways "In a way, yes. The ancient Arvugians were and still to some extent today are disparate clans, prone to conquest or extractions of tribute by powers outside of Ertnii Gazar. Raids served the purpose of income generation, foreign policy and undermining of enemy military capability." he replies, noting that the Prince has now transferred the gift to the aide, he changes the subject. "Although its perfectly fine to have a court official present the gift once we're inside, His Most Exalted Majesty thinks well of those willing to conduct the ceremony at its forefront." Khagatai tells, approaching the bridge to the imposing Ikh bürged, so large yet integrated into the city that its difficult to tell from this dock where the ship begins and ends. The crew's shouting as they lower the bridge to the great door is heard, and an honour guard rushes out to assume symmetrical positions on both sides of the now lowered bridge.
Khagatai motions to the prince. "Your highness, if you will....." leaning his head towards the direction of the great door across.
Wielbelkia and Worklaw
On one hand, Mr. Needler was a little bit incredulous that a young woman would come to randomly talk to him while he was enjoying his croissant, He was even more incredulous at the fact that she was offering a business deal!... the Senator queerly raising an eyebrow as he first heard the woman say that she and the company she worked with, the rather infamous Zgon Corporation of Worklaw, and secondly (A this Really piqued his interest in her proposal) she offered him a deal to sell the rich quality steel and iron ore of the West Elizabeth region to the company in exchange for political support! Oh by golly now that's something Mr. Needler would get behind!... Though he would like to understand the reasoning for this deal...
"You make an interesting proposal Miss." The Serdian senator said as he finished his croissant, neatly wiping his mouth with a small white handkerchief as he replied. "An interesting proposal, but I might ask you first... why does a Worklawan Company operating within the United Serdian States need with the... Vast resources of the pristine Serdian countryside?" He would say in a somewhat sarcastic tone as he stared the woman in the eyes.
Wielbelkia and Worklaw
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A mountainious, once intent on keeping itself isolated, nation has suddenly changed its views and now seeks to expand its borders.
The ruler of this nation has yet to reveal themselves at this time but flag waving patriots seem to be on the path to a war of expansion.
With this the nation has begun construction of an alarming amount of air warships.
Beep beep! Congrats on being the featured region of the day! Anyone for some cake?
RMSboatymcboatface and Serdian republic
Ooh! Some cake sounds delicious!
Thank you! ^.^
RMSboatymcboatface, Worklaw, and Serdian republic
You did it! You became the featured region! Congrats!
Seisan, RMSboatymcboatface, Worklaw, and Serdian republic
As the nation continues its efforts to militarize it would also attempt to build up it's, up to recently, small sea faring navy. Mainly arming large civilian and merchant vessels with small naval guns while larger war ships are under construction.
The nation has a bone to pick with a certain Naval power for years of restricted sea access but is not making any aggressive moves yet. It Mainly seems to be a tactic to ensure security in an uncertain and tense time.
Arvug, Wielbelkia, and Worklaw
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"so your trip was good then, Hoffman?" a young, stout bald man with glasses says to another, old and bearded man who is concentrated and furrowing his brow at his clipboard. "ah yes, it was quite good, quite good indeed, you have coffee in the workshop right Alexei?" the concentrated man says to the other as he breaks his gaze and smirks at the other. The two men would be descending an elevator to a top secret facility, one used by the Zelbrut Design Bureau as a place for the construction and procurement of military arms. Alexei chimes in, rocking on his heels as several staff embark and leave through the trip. "So what about the airships, has the chief engineer said anything?" The older man purses his lips and shrugs in an annoyed matter. "Well I can't even get in without being blindfolded and driven for half an hour, it's stupid, this project is never gonna work, I even looked over everything myself and it's a piece of junk, even if they do get it in the air it is gonna move at a snails pace, our engine technology is 5 years behind everyone else, even the Khan probably has better stuff than us." Hoffman briskly says, not looking away at his clipboard as he taps away with his pen. Alexei nods and shrugs." Rumor has it they already have one up and running, yeah." Alexei says while Hoffman grunts and dismisses it with a hand wave. "No, seriously, they say the brought in some Zavostavians to help." Hoffman looks and his short coworker for a second and dismisses it quickly. "That's bullshlt."
Alexei rolls his eyes as the elevator finally reaches the bottom, the doors open to reveal a concrete workshop to reveal a dozen or so mechanics and engineers working on various gadgets and items. In the middle of it all is a bipedal walker, painted grey and restrained by clamps and chains. "Ah, I finally get to see it with my own eyes." Hoffman smiles and pats his colleague on the back. "so what about the controls, you mentioned something about them last time." "Ah yes" Alexei pushes up his glasses and begins to walk around the pair of legs. "pure analog controls went horribly, the pilots were uncoordinated and horribly inept at driving the thing, even after months of training it was unable to smoothly operate, let alone be barely adequate for progression in the testing." Hoffman nods and crosses his arms. "Yeah but you mentioned something about Jodblein University?" He chimes in inquistively. "ah yes, a few years ago they discovered the ability to use one's mind to control electronics through a sort of plug that is inserted in your brain stem, they called it a N.E.M.P but we just call it a Stem Jack. They were able to make someone change a radio signal, manipulate dozens of lights at once, and and operate a steel press, but I think this is the furthest the tech has been pushed. " Alexei stands, hands on his hips and proud, admiring his work. "So did you test it? What were the results?" Hoffman asks, prompting Alexei to lower his head in shame and look at the mech with slight fear. "well, Analog was a failure, so we decided to test the jack with scaled down models, it worked perfectly, so we decided to test it and well, our pilot became paralyzed from the waist down." Hoffman gasps and looks back at the mech. "How?" "Well, I called it, Alexei's Cognitive Barrier. Basically, your mind can only produce manipulation and movement on a certain scale or else it begins to face incredible stress, it was like moving two bodies at once and it starts to give up. I don't know what exactly caused him to be paralyzed exactly, but one moment he was moving fine, the other moment he couldn't feel his legs." Hoffman looks at Alexei with slight sorrow."So what did you do?" Alexei takes a deep breath and paces around the mech. "Despite the setback we had to keep working, eventually we found that analog and the Stem Jack worked the best with eachother, the results weren't as fluid as the pure stem jack, but they were much, much better than pure analog." the two stand in silence in the busy and bustling workshop before being started by the sudden movement of the mech, its legs moving as if they were walking, moving for a few seconds but being held back by the chains and restraints before stopping and going back to lifelessness. "What the hell was that?" Hoffman grabs his chest and sits down in a chair, obviously started. "Ah yes, that's a side effect of the jack, biofeedback, the mech will sometimes move on its own, even when its pilot isn't connected, we don't know what causes it but it is an easy fix with an emergency break, but it sorta gives it a haunted feel." Alexei smiles and jests, while Hoffman simply sits there, staring at awe and fear of this new machine.
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Wielbelkia, and Serdian republic
A Letter to the Foreign Ministry of Wielbelkia and it's Emperor
Dear Sirs,
I hope this letter finds you all in good health, in Egoia the weather has caused an increased an pollen near the northern parts and I can understand the discomfort that may cause.
As your time is limited and valuable I shall keep my inquiry and requests short. I am a researcher in Egoia and I have been asked to request a meeting with your Foreign Minister and Emperor in the hopes of normalizing relations with your nation and perhaps gain recognition. We bring a dire warning about developments in Pradia that could lead to the loss of millions of lives and the fall of the empires in Argus. Their ruling party is not socialist by any means, it is reactionary through and through and it is more disturbingly revanchist. We in egoia have no quarrel with the Wielbelkians, we have no desire to cause a revolution in your lands, we seek aid from whomever may be willing to provide it against this would-be empire of vileness. I was asked to request a meeting because they felt my father's service in your armed forces might be of note to you. I would appreciate any response.
Kind Regards,
Dr. Joseph Night
A Letter to the Foreign Ministry of The Serdian republic and it's President
Dear Sirs,
We hope this letter finds you good health, understanding your time is important and you must have many issues facing your nation's unrest. I'll cut right to the chase and tell you of a grave concern we in Egoia (Formerly Staalkastel) have. The Pradian nation has turned itself into a dark empire. In spite of it's government's claim of socialism it is anything but. It has actively turned it's nation into a totalitarian nightmare that will cause untold devastation to Argus if we do not take actions to prepare. We in Egoia will undoubtedly be among the first targets of this devastating regime. We ask for aid from the Serdian nation in preparing for or preventing a catastrophe that would lead millions dead and cause the fall of the major empires of Argus.
I understand your people haven't a high opinion of mine but I was asked by the communities of the Free Militias to ask for an audience with your cabinet to discuss normalization of relations between our two peoples in the hopes of preventing this atrocities and then we may go from there. I anxiously await your response.
In Solidarity,
Commander Sergei Staalinov
A Letter to the President of 
Czestowalskalia
Dear Sir,
I hope this letter finds you in good health, I understand you must be busy but this is a concern of great importance to my people. Calamity is on the way and we must take the steps to prevent it. The Pradian nation has established a reactionary and revanchist government that seeks to destroy the very fabric of Argus. I understand how your people may view mine, we aren't blind to the view the world has of us as ravenous wolves preying on the weak, but we are not. We have no ambition aside from our own safety and freedom. As such I ask for your permission to meet with you and your cabinet so that we might discuss the normalization of relations between out two peoples.
Sincerely,
Speaker Sarah Stranholm
A letter to the Taoiseach of Irithylle
Dear Sir,
I hope this letter finds you well. I come bearing a warning about the growing threat to the world. The pradian nation calls itself socialist but it is anything but. We ask for your aid in averting catastrophe that would result in the deaths of millions of people in Argus. The Pradians are a revanchist, reactionary group that many of our experts is on the road to genocide if it hasn't already begun the butchering. I ask for your permission to go to you as an envoy on behalf of Egoia and discuss the normalization of our two peoples in the hopes of potentially working towards averting this disaster. I anxiously await a response.
Void Protect you,
Loria Darksight
Khaos Invaders, Arvug, Wielbelkia, Irithylle, and 2 othersSerdian republic, and Czestowalskalia
Bolek continues to smile like an idiot, his plan working. "Ah, hallo! I am traveller from Worklaw I have rabbit for sale. Um, I also have letter for me family back home, know 'here I can send it to? " Bolek states in an overly happy tone, swinging the rabbits at the person. "Oh! I say sorry, I am Mr. Zhańbiony, you are?" He asks in a very kind tone.
Stepping forward, his escort close behind, Jaropełk Sobieski takes centre stage as he walks across the bridge, holding his head high with a cheerful smile. "Thank you for teaching me about your proud nation." He states to Khagatai as he walks by, giving him a respectful nod of the head. Łukasz gives their guide a knowing nod, one of appreciation as he follows his prince into the mighty ship. Jaropełk, once inside would be taken aback by the grander of the ship worthy only for the Great Khan.
Sarah Huffington smiles pleasantly at the man. "The matter is two faced, you see, we give you support to obtain what we've lost in the disastrous oil fiasco that lead to the destruction of our rail industry. The other, more pressing matter, which can bare fruit even for you, Mr. Needler, is that Worklaw needs steel for guns, planes, ships, and future industrial project." She pulls out a folder that was pocketed in her purse. "You see, Worklaw's engineers are busy at work creating new guns, although we don't believe to be competitive with Serdia in this region... What we see a future for both of our nations, is Worklaw's air plane industry, from the decades of living near the Khanate and becoming their tributary, aircraft have quickly become a new art form. See to it that if this deal is finalized, we take the brunt of development for some future aircraft..." She taps the folder. "And your nation can simply purchase them and learn from us."
Mr. Needler would think for a moment as he heard Sarah Huffington's story. "Ah yes I remember all that, I was in the Army at the time, I'm still glad I wasn't sent to New Hanover at the time." He would say, sipping his mug of coffee to wash down the croissant, listening intently to the deal. "Sounds like quite the understandable deal you've got yourself." He would say with an air of casualness. "And for all of this, you'll help support me in my pursuit to become governor of West Elizabeth?..." He would ask with an eyebrow raised. "Because if so, then you have my full support... State Government's already been looking to industrialize W.E. for years." He'd say before raising his coffee to sip once more, afterwards he put the coffee-mug down and gently grabbed the folder as Sarah placed it down on the table, upon picking the folder up, the Senator would read it quietly.
In the early morning hours, the silence of the crisp morning air is shattered by a most wondrous of occasions!...
From within the naval yards at Brigg City port up in southern New Westphalia, decorated with red-white-and-blue banners, excited crowds of sailors and civilians gather around the newly completed flagship of the Serdian fleet, the long and slender warship sits proudly in drydock, her new crew standing proudly aboard her deck in full dress uniforms, Navy bands playing proud and patriotic songs, including a most rousing rendition of Serdia's national anthem Serdia Jewel Of The Ocean in honor of both the new vessel, and the guest of honor -- President Agusta K. Bradley and his wife, surrounded by an honor guard of Marines and Sailors, the First family would make their way aboard the new vessel much to the subdued excitement of the crowd.
Standing ahead of the crew of the new warship, the vessel's captain - A Taller and rather distinguished looking gentleman dressed in the full-dress uniform of a Captain (Cpt. Columbus J. Falkner) would step before the uniformed President and his wife with Mrs. Bradley offering a bottle of champagne to the Captain as a good luck gift, immediately afterwards to then be asked by Mr. Bradley. "Do you accept command of this fine new Vessel sir?" to which the proud blonde man replied whilst saluting. "I accept command of United Serdian States Ship; Agamemnon." ...And with a twinkle in the eye-patched President's eye and a confident smirk on his face, Bradley would declare. "This grand new warship, Agamemnon is officially commissioned into the United Serdian States Navy, from this day forward Captain. My first order to you and your crew is: Man the ship, and bring her to life."
And with a thunderous cheer from both the crew and the watching crowd, The Battlecruiser U.S.S.S. Agamemnon (BC-05) is officially commissioned into the Serdian Navy as the official flagship of the fleet with much fanfare (Ending with an even more rousing rendition of the Serdian Anthem). the whole launching of the vessel was recorded on Camera for various newsreels, thus preserving the historic occasion for future generations to come.
Khaos Invaders, Wielbelkia, Worklaw, and Egoia
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