Prologue
It is a time of uncertainty. With sea levels on the rise, the two most powerful empires of the continent, the Inklings and Octarians, are left to bicker over their established territories. As the political climate heated up, both sides and their allies mobilized for war; while all this occurred in the foreground, all Octarians and Octolings residing in Inkling-controlled territory were deported.
The Octarian generals, fully aware of the formidable Inkling defences that were now being built up along the territory divide and the Sea Urchin's mobilization if the Inklings were to call them in for war, had met in the Octarian capital city, Ijonu, to fully discuss these matters at length. With uncertanty in the air, it was up to this four day meeting to bring about a new confidence within the uper areas Octarian command.
"Given the circumstances of things, and the fact that war will most likely break out very soon..", said the Octarian Major General Stross, a middle-aged male with dark purple tentacles (who had been promoted to "Commander of The Octarian Army" following the success of his strategy in the previous war), to his many subordinates in the planning room of the Octarian's Department of Military Affairs, "...it has been determined that an overall plan to follow should war break out must be created as soon as possible. Our relationship with the Inklings has been stable, but there are fears that it may not remain like that soon. With the unfortunate passing of two of our most talented diplomats, and the deterioration of our diplomatic ties, I have come to believe that these fears may soon be realized. The Inkling defensive line on our borders, hypothetically, will be impassable. Therefore, we need to figure out a vunerable spot and exploit it. This is my task to you, one that I will be working along side each of you to complete before our fears are realized." The generals spent the next few days plotting possible courses of military action, examining every little detail in the Inkling defences and surrounding areas in search of a "weak point" in its seemingly impervious armor. They often found themselves frustrated, and often times bickered with one-another , but nevertheless persisted in their efforts; finally, on the final day of the meeting, the plan was finalized and reviewed by
"...Here is how the plan will work," said Major General Stross, notioning towards the large map on the planning room's table, "We'll have a small number of our forces draw the Inklings into battle along their defence line while our main force crosses through this portion of land to the northeast of line."
At that point, a younger general, H. Nilsson, then spoke up. "Major General sir, with all due respect, that portion of land is in Jellyfish territory. If we were to march our troops through there, there's a high chance that-"
"Yes, General Nilsson, we are all fully aware of the land is in possession of the Jellyfish and has it's independence guarenteed by the Horseshoe Crab's little empire in the south, and there is possibility of dragging the both of them into a war; and, might I ask you, what good will that alliance actually be? Both of their armies combined would not be enough to halt the advance of our soldiers. Besides, I believe a deal can be brokered between the Horseshoes that will ensure their neutrality. Now would that be all, general, or do have yet more insight to share with us?"
Nilsson, in a state of embarasment, responded "...That would be all, Major General."
"Good. Now as I was saying, before our dear general so rudely interjected, our forces will cross through the Jellyfish territory, and from that point, we divide our forces. One half circumvents the Inkling defences to aid our decoy group, while the other half begins to encircle the Inkling capital. When the first half rejoins with the second, both will enter the capital. We'll force the Inklings into a quick surrender and send our troops to deal with the Sea Urchins, if they choose to join in and attack our eastern forces, and our ally to the south can assist in dealing with anything of the sort. The entire campaign should not take more than two months, which will be plenty of time to deal with the Urchins before they can fully mobilize."
As the Major General stood before his subordinates, he took a sigh and said, "I do hope it does not come to it, but something like this is nessisary. If the Inklings truly want war, then we shall give them a war. For now, we wait to see if they will make the first move. You are all dismissed." As his subordinates began to leave, he turne to gaze out of the large window in the room, and out to the graying sky; a storm was gathering on the horrizon. All he hoped was that his stategy would be enough to bring victory for the empire he served, should the need call for it to be used.
Author's Note:
Well, I'm working with an idea that came to me a few days ago, which is basing Splatoon's Great Turf War off of the Great War/World War I of our time. If people somehow are enamored by the idea, I'll go ahead and post the first act of the first chapter by the end of this month.
(Also, none of the territories have just one singular species living in it; it's all a bit of a "mixing pot" if you will (granted, it is to an extent), but the species named is the dominent one present, which can drastically vary depending on species)