AN: ...You know, screw it, you guys already read the disclaimer thrice already. LOL! Anyway enjoy the chapter and support the official release!
Europa - Gallia Capital of Randgriz
June 24th 1935 E.C..
As the banquet at the castle continued, Jaden was doing his best to answer as many technical questions as possible. Though right now it was bit hard for him.
While this was going on a certain Imperial general was looking for Wolfe and Hoffman.
'Now where did they go?' Radi thought to himself, as he looked until he spotted the two men he was looking for talking to other two men. He recognized one as an Ambassador from the Kingdom of Dryer, and one a well known Colonel of the Falken Army.
The former was Ambassador Rondo Dietrich, a man in his fifties with a bald head and black eyes wearing a formal black dress uniform. Radi knew the man was a rather close member to the Royal Dryer Family, and was their go-to ambassador for any critical meetings. After all the buzz going on in Gallia, it was no wonder that he was sent over.
Next to him was one Colonel Alesky Franciszek - a man in his forties with crew cut brown hair and matching brown eyes, wearing the usual brown dress uniform of the Falken military. Radi and any competent military commander would have heard of the exploits of Colonel Franciszek, for his actions as a Corporal during the first Europan War as he lead his section of soldiers and cavalry against Imperial Tanks and Shocktroopers. His use of Guerilla warfare tactics ensured Falken would remained independent from the Empire, and the image of him riding into battle on a horse wielding an Anti-Tank Lance leading his regiment of Falken Dragoon's was the stuff of legend.
"Your equipment doesn't run on Ragnite?" Alesky asked the two Germans as Radi listened in. "It's all oil-based?"
"Exactly." Hoffman said nodding. "Germany had no Ragnite reserves… in fact, we never even heard of it until we made contact with the Imperials and Gallians. While we are working on a method of converting our equipment to use Ragnite, we believe it may be best to continue the use of crude oil. We have invented a process which could allow us to synthesize oil… however until such production can begin, Falken is the only nation with any deposits of Oil."
"You wish to form an alliance with the Falken?" Rondo asked. "All for Oil when you could just use Ragnite?"
"As we said, our vehicles are not built with Ragnite in mind." Hoffman said, "Though that is a blessing in disguise, since we've discovered how most vehicles such as tanks that do use Ragnite all suffer the same critical flaw with its radiators being far too exposed on the rear of the tank. Our tanks do not share that same weakness." He then turned back to Alesky. "If Falken trades with us - and eventually Gallia - we shall show you how the Fischer-Tropsch process works, and your nation can synthesize an abundance of oil. We obtain this oil to keep our vehicles in functioning condition… and in return, our German forces will be willing to aid your nation in the event of any Imperial - or Federation - aggression."
"This offer also extends to the Dryer Kingdom," Hoffman continues, "For your nation possesses the largest source of manpower out of our three nations, just as Falken has the most resources, and Gallia and our forces combined technological advantages - and shall soon receive a booming industrial advantage as well. What I am suggesting is a… defensive pact. An Alliance between Falken, Dryer, Gallia, and mine and Wagner's German forces. Together, our combined military, economic, and industrial strength and cooperation will allow our nations to stand against anyone who would attempt to take advantage of us. And in times like these… it is best to not work alone."
The two men nodded in agreement at that.
"Yes, you're right about that," said Rondo, "The Empire's warmongering is getting quite out of hand, and the Federation is becoming rather too pushy when it comes to convincing non-aligned nations to join them."
Alesky sighed at that, "And it gets worse with men like Townsend in in charge of things," he said, "At least the UAR has their heads on straight, their nations are united by one simple cause and that is to stay free,"
"What more can you tell us about the UAR?" asked Wagner.
"They were formerly Europan colonies, until they rebelled of course, the major nations in the UAR, are Wellos, Dreta, Norgia, Ticon, and a few others," Rondo said, "Their military is a well united force, and corruption is immediately stamped out, maintaining a small central government as opposed to the massive corruption-filled Federation Parliament. They're one of the few nations that maintains a balance between using Ragnite and Oil. They also have the 3rd largest military in the world, second being the Imperial Alliance, and first being Zipang to the far east."
"They played neutral throughout the first Europan War, and still are today." Alesky said. "Although volunteers from the military do operate with the Federation and Gallia from time to time, and have been supplying relief supplies to other nations affected by the war."
"I'm guessing these volunteers are a way for it's armed forces to have some sort of combat experience?" Wagner asked, and the two nodded.
"Absolutely," said Alesky, and a grin formed, "And I must say they fight rather well, especially the Wellosians and Dretans, since the former are good horse mounted infantry, while the Dretans are well taught in close quarters fighting, especially with those Direwolf partners of theirs."
Wolfe and Hoffman both blinked at that.
"Direwolf partners?" Wagner asked curiously.
"Ah yes… the Direwolf is the national animal of Ameria," Rondo said, "So much to the point many take Direwolves in as pets. They are also used by their military quite often to seek out mines, boobytraps and Improvised explosive devices. Those wolves are unimaginably smart… it's argued that their semi-sentient as well sometimes."
"And big too," put in Alesky.
"How big?" said Wagner and the Falken Colonel held his arms out as far as he could.
"Bigger than this...almost double the size of a normal wolf," he said, "They're hyper predators, with stories going around that a Dretan hunter took his Direwolf with him on a Safari, and that wolf decimated a pack of Hyenas by itself while protecting the hunter,"
"The last thing you'll ever want to do is piss off one of those wolves," Rondo said. "They're known to be… rather vindictive."
"Duly noted." Wagner said nodding. "If we could work out some form of alliance with the Amerians, even if it's just medical supplies and such, it would go a long way for all three of our nations."
"Does the Princess approve of this?" Alesky asked, and Wagner smirked slightly.
"Of course," he said nodding. "She wants Gallia to remain neutral, but with this invasion she knows Gallia can't hope to stand against them for long alone. An alliance with other nations not part of the Imperials or Federation is much more ideal. I would not have sought you out if she did not give us her permission."
"I agree with you," said Rondo, "The last thing anyone needs is an annoying political backlash,"
The four chuckled at that.
"Trust us, we know the feeling," said Hoffman, and noticed Radi in the corner of his eye, "And it appears we have an interested person watching us,"
The three other men followed his example inconspicuously and spotted Radi watching them, with Alesky blinking a bit, before his eyes widened slightly. "That's Radi Jaeger..." he whispered. "Why is he here?"
"You know of him?" Wagner asked, and Alesky nodded.
"He was one of the Kingdom of Fhirald's best field commanders and soldiers, fought against the Imperials during their invasion for months. Even managing to hold his own against Berthold Gregor… though ultimately the Imperials conquered Fhirald. But I've heard he joined the Drei Stern under Maximilian's command… something about a promise to allow Fhirald to be independent again."
Wagner and Hoffman both blinked at that, and a plan entered their heads.
"I see," said Wagner, "I think I'll speak to him. Mind continuing things here, Joseph?"
Hoffman smirked a bit, realizing the plan he had, "By all means," he said and Wagner turned headed in the direction of the Fhiraldian General.
'So, they want to form an Alliance with the other neighboring neutral nations...' Radi thought to himself as he took a sip from his wine glass. 'Gallia alone's already causing us a lot of trouble, now the Germans are here, and with Dreyer and Falken allied with them it would make things all the more difficult… let alone if they manage to get support from Ameria.'
His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the German General begin to walk towards him, and remained calm as the man stopped in front of him. As he looked at Wagner, he could definitely see that this man faced a lot of combat, if the look in his eyes was any indication.
"Good evening to you, good sir," greeted Wagner, as he held up his glass, "I hope you're enjoying this party tonight?"
Radi shrugged "Its fine," he said, before he smirked a bit. "Though that little bombshell you dropped on the people was definitely the highlight of the day."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Wagner, "But I can't help myself that you were enjoying our talks with the representatives of the Dryer Kingdom and the National Republic of Falken,"
Radi gave a shrug, "Just curious is all. In fact I call it a bold move, considering most of Gallia, more specifically, it's nobles and aristocrats will be against it, considering they're a tad bit too much isolationist," he said, "But since the Princess has the final say, and is agreeing with you on this, I say Gallia's chances of surviving have improved."
"The biggest problem will be the Noble houses that have been working with the Federation, like Borg and Gassenarl." He continued, "They've been wanting Gallia to join the Federation - or at least maintain stronger ties with them - ever since the last war ended. Considering how powerful they gotten in the last few years, they could easily sway some of the other houses to follow..."
Wagner nodded at that, "Yes, I'm aware. Not to mention, from what I heard, they have control of a good portion of the Regular Army," he said with a sigh, "Other Noble families who support the princess just don't have enough political backing."
Radi nodded at that, "Too true, I'm afraid," he said, as Wagner decided to take this conversation someplace else. He gestured for Radi to follow him, as he did.
"Our best bet would be to find some way to discredit Borg and Gassenarl." He said, "Find proof that they're collaborating with the Federation. If the Gallian people saw that they cared so little about their nation's own well being...well, I think it goes without saying they'd lose a lot of support."
"That's true," Radi said nodding as he followed him. "Though the real question is, where are you gonna get that proof?"
Wagner only smirked, "Oh don't worry, I have a feeling that Borg himself is going to give me that himself," he said, "Unwittingly though, I might add,"
Radi only blinked, but said as they reached a secluded spot.
"Now that we're alone, tell me," he said and turned to Radi with a serious expression, "What is a famous Fhiraldian Field Commander, now an Imperial General, doing here of all places?"
Radi blinked in surprise at this, and was about to refute the claim, but Wagner stopped him.
"You were easily recognized by Colonel Franciszek, General Jaeger," he said, "Your reputation precedes you."
Radi paused before he chuckled a bit "Well, I suppose anyone back in those days would recognize me..." He said, "Though I think you know exactly why I'm here, General Von Wolfe. Your arrival to the Gallian Front has caused quite a stir in the Imperial Forces. They're still trying to figure out what's going on after what you did to the Leviathan and Batomy's."
Wagner shrugged his shoulders at that, "I knew that would be the reaction when we blew that over sized dreadnaught and that beast to kingdom come," he said, with a chuckle before he continued, "I was told you made a deal with the Crown Prince which in return for your services, Fhirald would be an independent nation again,"
Radi sighed at that, "It's not like I had any other choice. The situation in Fhirald is...less than favorable," he said, "Our last king and queen were killed in the last war, with their only heir missing. Anyone who the Imperials believed would be 'troublesome' were either imprisoned or executed… the Kingdom surrendered before it was fully beaten militarily in the hopes that the Imperials would be more lenient during their occupation and could eventually be persuaded to grant the kingdom its independence, perhaps as a vassal state... but so far, they've treated us just like they've treated any other nation they conquer."
Wagner eyes narrowed at that, clearly seeing the predicament the people of Fhirald are in.
"Have there been any resistance groups formed or any former military who left the country to a foreign country as an Army-in-exile?" he asked and Radi thought about that.
"An underground group of resistance fighters does exist. Since Fhirald surrendered early, a lot of Fhirald's Army survived the war, though not very much," he said. "But they don't have that much support… most fear that if they really hit the empire, they'd start doing to them what they're doing to the Darcsens, and throw them into the labor camps."
Wagner sighed at that.
"Fear of retaliation makes a person lose what courage they have," he said, before looking at Radi, "That settles it, once I can, I will help liberate Fhirald,"
Radi blinked and looked at the German general.
"And how do you plan to do that? Since you're now part of Gallia, if your troops are caught crossing the border-,"
Wagner held his hand up to stop him, "I know, political backlash and all," he said, "But, I will think of something, instead of charging in like a caveman with a club. There are plenty of ways to help support a growing rebellion… back home, we had to deal with resistance groups, so I've learned how to use them myself… "
"You may think Maximilian will get your country back..." Wagner said, looking at the Gerneral. "But can you tell me, without a doubt in your mind, that he'll keep that promise? At least not with some kind of hook attached to it?"
Radi began to think hard on that, when he made the deal with Maximilian in order to free his nation, he was desperate to free Fhirald from the grip of the Empire. Of course, now that he thought about it, the Prince, even though he wasn't an discriminating bastard like most of the Empire, he could tell by the look in the man's eyes he had no love or trust for anyone either.
Sure there were was some respect, but as far as other positive emotions...nil.
"...you may be right," Radi said, "But I won't just throw the fate of my people into a man I just met."
Wagner chuckled "Of course," he said, "I'd be worried if you did… however, I have a bit of a… wager, if you are interested… you are worried that we will not be enough to liberate your homeland, correct? Well… If we and the Gallians can successfully fight back the Imperials, despite having less equipment and manpower, will that make you believe we can liberate your homeland?"
Radi began to think about that, if these Germans could show they mean business and help the Gallians push the Imperials out of their country. Then, it might convince him that they are legit and ask for their assistance in liberating Fhirald. If not...he and Fhirald were screwed.
"I'll give you a shot," said Radi, "And if you're successful, I can probably try to convince a few soldiers under my command to defect to you."
Wagner nodded at that, "Fair enough, and also, me and my men already took in two who deserted along with a third, but the third one died due to wounds," he said.
"Ah, I remember hearing about that." Radi said nodding, "Deserted a few days ago… what do you plan to do with them?"
"I've asked them if they wished to join the Wehrmacht… and they accepted." Wagner said shrugging, "I'm a good judge of both character and skills, and those two showed both quite well."
Radi nodded, convinced that sending disillusioned soldiers among the Imperial Army was a good idea.
"Ya know," he said, "I can make your life easier if I accidentally slip some information to you via defectors,"
Wagner blinked before grinning, "I will like that," he said, "However you need to be VERY discreet about,"
Radi just laughed a bit, "If there is one thing I'm good at General von Wolfe, it's being sneaky," he said.
Meanwhile - Elsewhere in the Banquet
'Where did he go to now?' Selvaria thought with a slight groan as she walked past all of the guests of the Banquet, looking for wherever Jaeger had gone. 'I let my eyes get off him for two minutes and he runs off to Valkyrur knows where...'
As she looked for the former Fhiraldian commander, she didn't look where she was going until she bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" said a male voice and she faced the person she ran into only to mentally gasp as she saw she ran right into one of the German soldiers. And judging by this young face, he's about the same age as herself.
Mark on the other hand, felt his heart stop as he saw the same silver-haired woman he had seen back at the entrance hall.
"Well, hello there," he greeted.
"Hello." Selvaria said, "You… are one of the Germans, are you not?"
Mark nodded, as he gave Selvaria a slight bow in greeting.
"Indeed I am, I'm Oberleutnant Mark Von Wolfe." he said, and Selvaria blinked at the first part which Mark picked up on and chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry, Oberleutnant means First Lieutenant in your language,"
"I see..." Selvaria said, "I must say… I've never heard of the country Germany before… let alone ever hear this... German language you seem to have."
"Germany is very far to the east, we're not surprised people from the west haven't heard of us." Mark said. "The only nations that knew us were the ones neighboring us until… well, the Imperials showed up. "
Selvaria was perplexed at this, but kept to herself. Knowing the Empire, they're bound to erase all traces of the countries they conquered, either slowly, or quickly. They would just rename the country as a newly established province and leave it at that.
"I understand your people are prideful in the military sense," she said, while Mark chuckled.
"Warfare is not our only profession, Milady," he said, "We have skilled people in the arts of music, painting, sculpting, many things. Before we were a united nation we were once divided into Nation-states, each with a different ruler with his own army. We had come a long way both culturally, and technologically as you could see."
"It… must be hard, having your nation taken from you." Selvaria said, trying to play into the role as someone who wasn't affiliated with the Imperials. Mark knew Selvaria was faking it, but decided to play along.
"Yes, it was. But before the invasion, our identity and reputation was already being tarnished," Mark said with distaste, "Our...leaders at that time were only caring about their own delusional dreams. They even planned to wipe an entire nation and it's people off the face of history because they became an independent nation after over a hundred years being non-existent… "
"In a sense, the Imperials attacking Germany was a good thing… in a way." Mark said, "Now… we can begin anew. Here, in Gallia… if we can stop the Imperials from taking Gallia like they took our home… and prevent Gallia from making the same mistakes our country made… perhaps we can change all of Europa for the better."
Selvaria blinked at that.
"Change? How?" she asked, and Mark gained a determined glint in his green eyes.
"First, this damn ancient racial persecution of Darcsens must end," he said with steel, "That kind of behavior doesn't belong in a modern world. Second, the Nobility of here in Gallia and in the Empire need a reality check that they are not gifts from the heavens and have the right to bully the weak. Valkyrur or no Valkyrur, there's no such thing as a 'chosen race'."
"You sound very determined about that." Selvaria said, as Mark's eyes narrowed.
"We dealt with enough of that back home." He said, "Hitler persecuted an entire people just because they didn't believe in the same thing he and the Nazi's believed, and did the same thing to anyone he deemed 'subhuman'. What the Imperials are doing to the Darcsens is almost identical to what Hitler did to the Jews, Gypsies, Handicapped, and anyone else he didn't like."
"Even if the Darcsens were responsible for the Calamity thousands of years ago… it's been thousands of years ago!" Mark said, "Should we persecute an entire people for something that no one alive today can account for or lived through? For something they have no control over?"
Selvaria was utterly surprised by the passion in the young man's words, as Mark continued.
"I knew a Jew, an old Veteran from the last war who fought bravely on the frontlines, and earned himself an Iron Cross," he said, "He and my father were good friends and would tell stories of the good old days. He was arrested by the Gestapo secret police and sent to an Concentration Camp. We never saw him again."
"We will stop the Imperials… so history does not repeat itself here." He said, "We can only hope that there will be like-minded people somewhere in the Empire who think its time for change as well..."
"Perhaps… the leader of the Gallian invasion, Prince Maximilian, could be one of them?" Selvaria asked, trying to subtly promote his Grace's appearance to the German. "He seems honorable..."
"By attacking a neutral nation?" Mark retorted with a raised eyebrow. "I doubt it… don't get me wrong, from what I've heard of Maximilian he has much more honor than most of the other Imperials in the royal family. But… at the same time… according to what he's done, his actions mirror those of Hitler far too much. He has some kind of personal agenda to all of this…"
Mark shrugged "Then again, we haven't met him face to face yet." he said, "If my father were to meet him, then maybe he'd get a better read on that guy… see if he is as honorable as you claim… or if he's just another mass manipulator like Hitler, pretending to care about the people when in truth he cares little for those below him."
Selvaria fought the urge to narrow her eyes, but kept her composure. Then she spotted Jaeger, along with the German General, which she now knew was Mark's father.
"Ah, there you are dear!" said Jaeger jovially, "I hope you haven't been giving your young friend here too much trouble,"
Selvaria pretended to smile, but in truth, which Mark and Wagner both saw in her eyes, that she was glaring at Jaeger.
"Of course not," she said, "The First Lieutenant was merely telling me about his homeland and it's unique history."
"Ah, so has the General here!" Jaeger said grinning, "Telling me all about their old military, and his own exploits! If there's any truth behind e'm, the Imperials won't know what hit e'm when he takes this war seriously!"
"I have always taken war seriously, your Grace," said Wagner, with a smirk, "Better be prepared than not prepared at all,"
Jaeger nodded at that, "Of course, of course," he said, "Well my dear, I thinks it time we retire for the night. We'll be having an early day tomorrow,"
Selvaria nodded as she took his arm that he offered. She then turned to Mark.
"Have a good night Lieutenant," she said, and Mark nodded and bowed.
"And you as well," he said, and the two disguised Imperials left the father and son alone.
"Well?" asked Wagner, getting his son's attention. "What do you think?"
"Well, she's a little bad at acting the part," he said, "But I can tell she's got spirit."
Mark chuckled at that, "That's not what I meant son," he said, making his eldest turn to him.
"Vatter?" he said confusedly.
"I saw how you were looking at her," the General said, making Mark's eyes widen. "According to Jaeger, she's loyal to Maximilian… if you want her, you're gonna have to give one hell of an effort."
Before Mark could form a reply, an announcement from Borg came telling them that Cordelia would be leaving now, as the Princess of Gallia stood from her throne and proceeded to leave the throne room.
Wagner's eyes narrowed slightly as she walked away with Borg following her. "Mark… do me a favor, and have some of the guards move to the princess's quarters." he said.
Mark nodded, knowing the looming situation was at hand, and left to get the guards.
Wagner then turned back to the leaving Princess and Borg, and his eyes narrowed on the latter, seeing the small smirk on his face.
He wasn't the only one though, as Quinn was thinking the same thing.
"Martinov...," he said, and the Dretan nodded as he left the room.
"Sir?," said Lieutenant replied, as Quinn frowned at the Prime Minister as he and the Princess finally left the throne room.
"I have a feeling this party is going to get more...restless,"
With Jaden
"General Von Wolfe spoke with the Radi Jaeger?" Faldio asked Jaden in shock, with Isara and Alicia next to them.
Jaden nodded "Yeah, seemed the two actually hit it off pretty well." He said, "We may soon have a potential ally within the Imperial military soon enough… "
"You Germans never cease to impress..." Faldio said, shaking his head as Jaden shrugged.
"The General is simply very good at judging character." He said, "We'll just keep our eyes on the Imps in case they try anything… but I doubt they're here to cause trouble, just gather intel."
Alicia sighed "That's a relief..." she muttered. "The last place we'd want to start a fight would be here..."
"Agreed," said Faldio, "You said he also planned to take in any Imperial Deserters?"
Jaden nodded at that, "Yup, as long as they have good character and skills." He said, "Any deserters who possibly committed war crimes will probably be thrown in the stockade, and I bet be used to help release some POWs the Imps have,"
"At least the General is smart to not let those kinds of people in," Faldio said.
Jaden nodded with a smile, "My old man would probably execute them himself," he said.
"Your old man?" Isara asked, "You never told us much about your Father..."
"He's an admiral in the Imperial Japanese Navy," Jaden said shrugging, "He has a low opinion on people like those… he takes honor very seriously. Don't harm civilians, don't harm a soldier incapable of fighting back… that kind of stuff."
"Wow, your father must be a good person to have to live by such a code," Isara said, and Jaden chuckled.
"My old man may be honorable, but watch out when you get him angry," Jaden said, as he unwittingly shivered, "Trust me, don't. His glare could freeze the very fires of hell itself,"
Isara giggled a bit "I bet," she said. At that moment though, Jaden remembered something as he reached into his pocket.
"Oh, by the way Isara, I got something for ya." He said, causing the Darcsen to blink before he pulled out what looked like a small wooden version of the plane he use to pilot. "I… originally made this for my sister, but considering I'm probably not gonna see her in a while… I thought I'd give it to you. Since well, I know you love planes now."
Isara blinked before she smiled as she accepted the gift "Thanks Jaden!" She said, as she observed the model. "You made this from scratch?"
Jaden shrugged "When I'm not training or working on whatever needs fixing or one of my other projects, I get bored." He said, "Woodcarving is a good way to pass the time."
"Well, I love it!" Isara said, before she looked at her watch. "Oh, I promised to find Welks after the whole ceremony. See ya later, Jaden!" With that said, Isara went off to find her brother.
Alicia grinned as she whispered into Jaden's ear "She likes you..." she said, causing Jaden to blink, before he blushed.
"W-What the hell are you talking about?!" He shouted, "W-We're just friends! That's it!"
Alicia only smirked, "And why are you blushing?" she asked, and giggled as Jaden's face got redder.
Faldio, seeing what was going on, decided to play along as well, "You know, Alicia has a point Jaden," he said, "Isara does like you...a lot, plus she loved that gift of yours."
"Oh come on! Not you too, Faldio!" he shouted, clearly outnumbered. "Its not like that for crying out loud!"
"Suuure..." Alicia said, rolling her eyes before giggling slightly.
With Cordelia and Borg
"A court lady will be here shortly to assist in your return." Maurtis said, as he opened the door, allowing Cordelia inside her room. "I must return to the banquet."
"Understood." Cordelia said, as Borg closed the door behind her, as the princess sighed as she took off her overly elaborate dress.
'I hate wearing these things...' she thought to herself as she removed her hairpiece, revealing her silvery hair. 'It looks so ridiculous really… but I suppose it's worth it for now.'
Cordelia sat down in the chair before the mirror as she let out a tired yawn. 'I did it… I can't believe I did, but I did it...' she thought, as she smiled a bit. 'Oh the look on Borg's face was priceless too… the General is right… I should made decisions without the Nobles more.'
She smiled a bit at her small victory, knowing that if her parents were watching, they would've been proud. She then heard the door open and was about to turn to the Court Lady, only for a rough hand to grab her shoulder and a white cloth to be pressed against her face.
'W-Wha...!?' she thought as she struggled against the strong grasp, and noticed the smell coming from the cloth, 'Chloroform...!'
She tried to fight harder, but the effects of the knock out drug took their effect as her eyes drooped before finally slipping unconscious.
With Isara
"Okay… was it… this way?" Isara asked herself, as she reached the end of a hallway, separated by two doors. "Why does this castle have to be so big..." She took her chances on the door on the right, as she opened the door revealing a stairway. However she heard the sound of footsteps as she glanced to one side, and her eyes widened as she saw two men carrying a woman between them, both of whom froze as they saw Isara.
'Wait… that's the Princess-' She began to think, before she felt as if someone hit her on the back of the head, and everything went dark for her.
"Nothing else can be done," Von Borg said as he appeared with the man who knocked Isara out. "Take them away." The three men nodded as they carried the two girls off, none of them noticing Isara dropping the wooden plane on the ground.
However, no one noticed another set of eyes watching them from another hallway. The owner let out a low growl as it proceeded to follow them.
Back with the Party
Quinn was searching for the German Commanders, hoping to catch them before they leave, he didn't have to look far. He found Admiral Hoffman speaking to a Gallian General, whom from the look of the Admiral's eyes was any indicator, wanted to punch said General in the face.
"Thank you for the offer, General Damon, but we are fine with operating within the Militia." Hoffman said, "It would grant us far more flexibility and less obstructions than to join the regular army for now."
The General in question, Georg Von Damon, was trying to convince the Admiral to give the aircraft and the other weapons to the Regular Army. Unfortunately for the aristocrat, it was proving to be very difficult.
"But Admiral, surely those weapons your people brought along will serve the Regulars better than the Peasant militia. They're just country mice," the arrogant general said, with traces of contempt toward the militia. Hoffman's eyes narrowed a bit, but before he could speak.
"I hope you're not talking about MY militia, dear brother," said a too-sweet of a voice, as Hoffman saw the General turn as white as a sheet and turned and saw his sister there behind him, giving him the evil eye, and had her hand on the hilt of her saber.
"A-Aalina!" Georg sputtered. "I-I thought you-"
"Did you really think I'd be absent for such a critical moment of Gallia?" Aalina said, as she gave Georg a menacing smirk. "I think the Admiral has made his intentions quite clear."
"B-But such weapons..." he began to say before the sound of the saber drawn was heard as Aalina pulled it out by just an inch.
"I'm sorry dear brother, what was that?" she said, "Or would I have to inform mother of how badly you're behaving,"
Hoffman and Quinn could've sworn the man turned extra shades of white after hearing that.
If there was one thing that Georg feared more than his sister, it was his mother, Marhildi, who despite being in her 70's, was not a person you'd want to piss off...ever. The General didn't need anymore 'persuasion' before he swiftly left them… as swiftly as a fat pig of a man could be that is.
"Sorry about that Admiral," Aalina said with a sigh. "He's… persistent, I'll give him that,"
The Admiral shook his head, "It was no problem Colonel," he said, with a reassuring smile, "There's one in every family I suppose,"
Aalina chuckled at that, before she saw Quinn walking towards them.
"Ah! Derek, it's good to see you here," she said, and the Amerian Ambassador smiled as he nodded.
"Indeed, it has been a long time Aalina," he said, "Twenty years in fact,"
Aalina smiled as she turned back to the Admiral.
"Admiral Hoffman, I'd like to present Derek Quinn, the Ambassador to the UAR, and a former member of the Amerian Volunteer Legion from the last war," she said.
"Ah," Hoffman said nodding, "So he is from the Amerian Republic I keep hearing so much about? Its an honor."
The two then shook hands in greeting.
"Likewise," said Derek, "When rumors came about in Ameria about Gallia acquiring aircraft. I wasn't expecting this,"
Hoffman chuckled, "Our planes were definitely a shock to everyone here," he said. "We hope this will send a message to the Empire that we have a few advantages that they are… rather lacking of."
Derek chuckled at that, "My thoughts exactly," he said, "Ameria had been researching the concept, after the first aeroplane flew back in 1905. We've had successes so far, but with your introduction into this...hellish situation, you gave the Gallians a distinct advantage."
"The Bf 109's, Ju-87's, and Fi 167's are the pinnacle of aviation from our country," Hoffman said, "Though our aircraft are hardly the tip of the iceberg… our armored units such as our Panzers, Panthers and Tigers easily outclass anything the Gallians or Federation have to date, and give any Imperial tank a run for their money."
Derek was interested by that statement, and remembering the words of about an invitation to see them, he will be a fool not to. Which he isn't.
"Then I must make sure I get plenty of rest," he said, causing the group to chuckle.
"Oh, Colonel Damon?" Hoffman said, "Everything is ready for the tour?"
Aalina nodded at that, "Yes, it just needs a little cleanup after a while of no one using it. It should be ready tomorrow afternoon," she said, and Joseph nodded.
"Good," he said, smiling a bit. "It should make for a very… interesting tour... " he then glanced back at the Ambassador. "However, I doubt you wish to speak with me for some simple chit-chat."
The Ambassador nodded at that.
"When the war started, the Senatorial Council voted unanimously to raise a volunteer group to fight here in Europa, over 15,000 strong," he said, gaining an interested look from Hoffman, "Many are veterans from the first Amerian Volunteer Legion that fought in the last war, but others are either new recruits or green civilians."
He then sighed a bit, "The problem, while some have their own personal weapons, the others only have the Legion uniform and the basic field kit. The UAR Army expects the nation hosting the AVL to supply them with the weaponry needed," he said.
"And considering Gallia's current situation, they may not have many weapons to spare... " Hoffman said nodding. "I believe I see where this is going… "
Quinn nodded again sadly, "Yes. The convoy delivering the Legion will arrive here in three days." he said and looked at Hoffman, "I don't know if you can spare any weapons, possibly captured Imperial weapons. But I would appreciate it if you and General Wolfe can help turn this generation of the AVL into something...well, more than just a bunch of eager amateurs,"
Hoffman closed his eyes at that. "While we do have weapons in reserve… we don't nearly have enough to supply 15,000 troops all at once." He admitted, "And despite having captured a lot of Imperial equipment in our last few battles, we still don't have that much… it will take us some time to build more weapons, once we get the decommissioned factories the Princess gave us converted and working… though training," he smirked a bit. "That is a different story… I believe some of the former Freikorps Wagner has under his command can get them into shape. "
Quinn could only blink, but soon got the meaning.
"I imagine that these 'Freikorps' are real hardcore?" he asked, and Hoffman only grinned.
"Oh yes, they are," he said, "After all they went through two wars already,"
Quinn's eyes only widened at that.
'Geez, just what the hell did these people go through?,' he thought to himself, before shaking his head to get back in the game. "I believe that will do,"
Hoffman nodded, "Good, of course some of the legion might volunteer to become pilots in the new Gallian Air Force. And if they do, you'll also have experienced pilots," he said. "And… possibly more, if you wish."
Quinn rose an eyebrow at that. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"While our civilians have offered to help build the settlement around the castle the Princess has granted us and the conversion of the nearby factories… we are still understaffed in that department." Hoffman said, "If we want to get these facilities functioning, and homes for our families, we will need help. While the Gallians have offered what support they can… any help can be appreciated."
"Help in building homes and farms, help in the factories converting them, and eventually working in them to build more aircraft, vehicles, weapons, uniforms, and ammunition." He continued, "In addition to training your volunteers… if any of them aid in helping our people get set up, it would be of great assistance. Plus, any of your men working in the first aircraft manufacturing facility we convert will receive hands-on experience in manufacturing and maintenance on aircraft… and perhaps we can sneak a few… 'examples' back to your homeland once more are made?"
Quinn's eyes widened at the chance being given to him and the UAR. However he wasn't expecting the German commanders to just give them some examples on a silver platter, it was still good. Aalina was also shocked at the offer that the Admiral just landed on the Ambassador's lap.
"That...that will do, Admiral," he said, the shocked look still on his face, "We will greatly appreciate this,"
Hoffman nodded his head, "You're helping your nation to become stronger, Ambassador. Just as me and my other compatriots are doing the same here in Gallia." he said. "Ameria… reminds us of another nation we once knew before the fall… a great nation that upheld freedom and justice for all. I hope that Ameria will become just like that nation someday… maybe even better."
Quinn blinked at that, but decided not to ask.
"I must get going now, and return to the Embassy," said the Ambassador, "I hope to see you and the General tomorrow morning, Admiral,"
Hoffman nodded, "Of course, have a good night, Mr. Ambassador," he said, and the Amerian left.
Aalina then turned to the Admiral as soon as the Ambassador left.
"What was this nation you spoke so highly about?" she asked, and Hoffman sighed.
"It was a nation whose people defended us when the victors of the last war blamed Germany for starting the war, even when we didn't," he said, "I will tell you one day. But right now, thinking about it just...brings back old memories,"
Meanwhile
Jaden and Faldio stood over one of the balconies of the castle, watching as the guests slowly began to leave. "Thank Kami that's over..." Jaden muttered with a sigh. "I hate things like this..."
Faldio chuckled a bit "Ah, you'll get use to it." He said, before he looked up and noticed Welkin walking towards them. "Ah! Welkin, there ya are!"
"Sorry, I found a Horned Owl just outside the castle," Welkin said, scratching the back of his head. "Alicia had to track me down and pull me away from it..."
"Someone needs to keep you on track nature boy," Alicia said teasingly, however Jaden blinked.
"Wait… where's Isara then?" He asked, causing them to blink. "She left to find you, didn't she?"
"I thought she was with you?" Welkin asked in confusion.
"Well if you didn't see her, and she's not with us..." Jaden said, "Where else could she-" however he froze, as he then suddenly remembered that two of their guests were from the Imperial Alliance… the Darcsen Hunting Imperial Alliance.
Throwing all other thoughts aside, Jaden growled as he ran past the group, catching the others by surprise. "J-Jaden!" Welkin shouted, "Where are you going?"
Meanwhile - With Selvaria & Radi
"General Jaeger." Radi glanced up as he took a whiff from his cigarette as Karl Oswald ran up towards them. "A person resembling Princess Cordelia was taken away in the direction of Schladen Roadway just now."
Radi sighed "As expected," he said, "Still hard to believe the Federation would try to pull this off… "
"However, there was something that bothered me sir," Karl continued, causing Radi to raise an eyebrow. "There was someone else with the Princess that was kidnapped - a Darcsen woman."
"A Darcsen?" Radi asked, "It couldn't of been the lady-in-waiting then… this doesn't make much sense..."
Selvaria paid little attention, however from the corner of her eye she noticed something lying on the ground. She walked up to it, and picked up what looked like a small wooden model of the same aircraft that she shot down at Barious. 'Why is this…?' She thought.
"Whatcha got there?" Radi asked, as he saw what Selvaria had picked up.
"Some kind of hand carved model..." She mused, observing it. "It was just on the floor here… it almost looks like the flying machine that hit the Batomy's."
"Hmm… probably belongs to-" Radi began to say, before what sounded like a war cry drew the three out of their musings as they looked to the source, and a mad-as-hell Jaden Takeo was charging at them with a downright murderous glare, and a knife in his hand. Before any of them could react, he tackled Selvaria, shoving her into the wall, and putting the knife against her throat.
"WHERE IS SHE YOU BITCH?!" Jaden roared out.
'Whoa Damn!' thought Radi, 'Where the hell did he come from!?'
"Countess!" said Karl in worry, and attempted to go for his hidden pistol, but Radi stopped him.
"Don't!" ordered Radi as he turned back to Jaden who still held Selvaria against the wall.
"This is the last time: WHERE. IS. SHE!?" he shouted again.
Before Radi could move to calm him down.
"Jaden!" he turned and saw the two Militia Lieutenants, along with the girl he saw back in Kloden, and the same man he saw talking with Selvaria earlier - Mark, who was accompanied by a small escort of German troops.
"Jaden, you need to calm down!" Alicia tried to reason, but Jaden wasn't exactly listening as he glared at the silver-haired woman.
"Isara goes missing while a pair of Imperial Commanders are here?" He growled out, "I know how you Imps treat Darcsens, I find you you so much as SCRATCHED her, you won't have to worry where your fucking god is, 'cause he's standing RIGHT here, and he's fresh out of fucking mercy!"
"Jaden don't!" Mark said, trying to reason, "If you'll kill her not only would it look bad on Gallia, but us as well!"
"She's an Imp!" Jaden growled, "I've read up what they do to Darcsens! How you sick fucks hunt them down like fucking wild animals for something they have no control over! I'm NOT letting that shit happen here!" He glared back at Selvaria. "One more time. WHERE?"
Mark then walked forward and placed his hand on the pilot's shoulder.
"I know you're desperate to find her." He said, "But your samurai pride and itchy wrist is not helping in the slightest!"
Selvaria meanwhile wasn't quite able to do much. While she could activate her Valkyrian powers… this was the last place she would want to. Plus the fact she was missing her newly acquired Valkyrian lance and shield, or any actual weapons made things difficult. And even if she did activate her powers, it was likely Jaden would cut her throat open at the slightest twitch. Her life was hanging on the hope that Mark might be able to calm the enraged pilot down.
At that moment though, Radi stepped in."I would listen kid," he said, as he approached. "We didn't take any Darcsens - we're not part of the Hunters."
"Oh yeah, and I'm just supposed to believe that?" Jaden retorted with a roll of his eyes. "If anything, killing her will make life easier for us! She's the same bitch with those fancy laser beams that shot my plane down! We take her out now, we eliminate a threat to Gallia and our own people!"
Selvaria's eyes widened, as she suddenly realized that the man currently holding a knife at her throat, was the same man who flew the plane that destroyed the Batomy's.
"Maybe," Mark said, "But not like this, Jaden… if we're gonna find Isara, we may need their help. Please… don't do this."
Jaden glanced at Mark, before glancing back at Selvaria. Letting out a low growl, he finally removed the knife from her neck. "Talk. NOW." He muttered, "Before I change my mind again."
Selvaria rubbed her neck where the knife had been, while Radi breathed a sigh of relief.
"It wasn't us that took your friend," he said, "It was the Federation,"
Mark mentally cursed at that, 'Dammit, they moved fast!'
"You're absolutely right there, General Jaeger," said a voice causing everyone to blink and turn and spotted the two Amerian Lieutenants that acted as guards for Quinn. "Of course, they're not working alone, as a few Gallians are with them."
Everyone was wide eyed, while Alicia gasped.
"What? Why would some of our people do that?" she asked.
"Maurtis von Borg has worked out some kind of deal with the Feds," the woman said, surprising the Gallians, "He's letting a group of Federation Commando's kidnap Princess Cordelia… your Darcsen friend witnessed the kidnapping, but she too was captured."
"And just who are you two?" Mark asked, looking at their uniforms, which was a brown tunic, with green trousers, and a pair of dark brown leather boots which like the old standard jackboots, but the differences that they appeared to open at the front with three straps on the side, and laces at the base for a more secure fit . "And how do you know it's Borg that did it?,"
"Lieutenant Ivan Martinov, and Lieutenant Cassandra Somne," The man said, "We were here to help protect Ambassador Quinn, but he ordered us to keep an eye on the Princess as well under the suspicion of Borg trying something after what the Germans pulled... which he has."
The Gallians along with Jaden and Mark were all thinking of ways to kill the Prime Minister.
"Well," said Radi, "I knew your Prime Minister was shifty, but actually committing treason?"
"Our Intelligence groups knew he was making deals without the rest of Gallia knowing," Cassandra said, "He made deals with the Cardinal Borgia, the head priest of the Yggdist Cult, as well as numerous deals with the Empire,"
"He's trying to play all sides in this war..." Jaden muttered.
Welkin then stepped forward "I think we can cooperate a bit here," he said, causing the others to all look at him in shock.
"Welkin! They're our enemy!" Faldio shouted, "They are Imperials!"
"I know that," Welkin said, before Faldio blinked at the surprisingly serious attitude he suddenly had. "But that doesn't matter now... If it means rescuing not just the Princess, but Isara too, I'll do anything."
"What exactly do you mean, Lieutenant?" Radi asked with a raised eyebrow.
"If you cooperate, we'll be able to rescue both the Princess and Isara," Welkin explained, "And the Empire can stop Gallia from becoming part of the Federation. This could be a positive symbiosis where both of us will benefit - after all, if Gallia does become part of the Federation, that means Federation troops will enter our borders, meaning your forces - which are already in a stalemate with Gallian forces - will now also need to contend with more experienced Federation troops, making things all the more difficult for you."
Radi was impressed by the reasoning that Welkin laid out, along with Selvaria, although her face was still showing a neutral expression.
"Not a bad assumption kid," he said, "You're definitely his son after all,"
Welkin blinked at that but didn't say anything.
Meanwhile Mark turned to one of the guards, "Go and tell the General and Admiral that the Princess has been kidnapped," he ordered, and the soldier nodded and left to relay the news.
"So, how do we plan to get the Princess back?" he said, and Ivan stepped forward with a grin on his face.
"Don't worry about that," he said, "My partner is already on their trail,"
The Europans, Germans, and one Japanese all blinked at that.
"Partner?"
Meanwhile - Von Borg's Quarters
"It seems the Princess has developed a bit of a backbone while you were away," the Federation Ambassador said, as he and Von Borg sat across the table from one another. "And has made some… interesting allies."
Von Borg sighed in frustration, "So it seems," he said, "Of course this Germany they claim they're from doesn't appear on any known maps. However their technological advance is nothing to sniff at," he said, and Townsend nodded.
"Too true," he said, "Especially those aircraft. With this alliance your nation has an edge the Empire doesn't." He then smirked slightly "Though now with the Princess out of the way, Gallia can share these new… innovations with the rest of the Federation."
Von Borg smiled and nodded "Exactly." He said, "By the time Morning comes, the 'defection' of the Princess to the Federation will be known."
"In respect to the matter, the Federation has no relation." Townsend said nodding, "It was all done by the will of the Princess herself."
Von Borg chuckled a bit as both he and Townsend took a drink from their glasses "After this, Gallia will become the Federation's protectorate." He said, "When that time comes..."
"Of course," The Ambassador said nodding, "When the time comes, we will put you, who has wielded the power as the prime minister in charge of Gallia."
Von Borg along with Townsend chuckled as their plans were coming to fruition...however, Von Borg never noticed the lamp in his room, which was never there before, and wasn't even on. Nor did they didn't know that their whole conversation was listened in on.
In a separate room on the other side of the castle, a group of German soldiers had heard the whole thing, while recording the whole conversation.
"Looks like the General called it." One of the Germans said nodding, "I'm amazed he didn't notice the lamp one..."
"Even if he did, we've still got several others in there..." Another one said, "Record all you can, and inform the General." The soldier smirked slightly. "He's gonna have some fun with this..."
"Yes sir...," said another soldier with a smirk on his face as he left the room.
An hour later
Von Borg and Townsend, were outside the castle walls as they walked toward the Ambassador's car which will take him back to the Atlantic Federation.
"I'm curious though," said Townsend, "What do you plan to do with the Germans and their families?"
"That depends on how they react to all this," Borg said, "But either way, their technology will be added to Gallia's arsenal, and mass produced by us and the Atlantic Federation. Whether they like it or not. They are just guests after all, if they don't cooperate… they may soon find themselves wandering the seas once more, without their tanks or aircraft."
"Oh really?" said a voice making the two turn and spotted Von Wolfe and Hoffman come out of the trees, both of them with deep scowls. They were not alone as out of the trees, guns raised was a whole group of armed German soldiers and Gallian Militia.
"You must think we're a bunch of morons, don't you?" Von Wolfe said with venom. "Did you really think your plan wouldn't be discovered?"
"And what plan-" Borg began to say, before Von Wolfe snapped his fingers, and one of the german soldiers carrying a large device pressed a button on it.
"Though now with the Princess out of the way, Gallia can share these new… innovations with the rest of the Federation."
"Exactly. By the time Morning comes, the 'defection' of the Princess to the Federation will be known."
"In respect to the matter, the Federation has no relation. It was all done by the will of the Princess herself."
"After this, Gallia will become the Federation's protectorate. When that time comes..."
"Of course, When the time comes, we will put you, who has wielded the power as the prime minister in charge of Gallia."
Both of the men's eyes widened as the recording stopped. "I've dealt with far to many people like you, Borg." Wagner growled, "I know scum when I see it… and you're willing to sell out your own country for your own personal gain? People like you don't deserve power."
"That little recording of your… negotiation is being handed over to the press at this very moment," Hoffman said smirking, "Oh I wonder how the people of Gallia will react at how their Prime Minister nearly sold out their beloved Princess and their own nation to the greedy hands of the Federation?"
"You do this, you will never find the princess-" Borg began to shout out, but Wagner rose his hand.
"We already know where they are heading, and we've sent someone to apprehend them now." He said, "You lost Borg… take e'm away boys."
Borg's eyes widened in fury.
"You...you damn foreigner!" he shouted as a Militiaman and one of the German soldiers grabbed him by the arms, along with Townsend who also struggled. "Damn you! Release me at once!"
However his response was a punch to the face from the Gallian, who was glaring at Borg with burning hatred.
"Shut up, traitor!" he shouted as the armed troop proceeded to drag them away.
Wagner then turned to the woods, "Did you get all that, Miss Ellet?" he asked, as said journalist poked her head out.
"Best. Story. EVER!" The Journalist shouted with a wide grin as she held her camera. "This may be the biggest day of news GBS will ever have! New Allies, Aircraft, and Von Borg exposed as a traitor! Thank you so much General Von Wolfe!"
Hoffman chuckled as he shook his head, as Irene reminded him so much of his daughter, who is also a reporter.
"You are very welcome, Miss Ellet," said Wagner, "And since our people will be working with the Militia, as well as your other story, Squad 7, I'm sure the story you'll be reporting will be worth the while,"
Ellet smirked "Glad I can help, sir." She said.
Meanwhile - On the Road
Isara groaned a bit, as her eyes cracked open 'What happened…?' she thought, as she tried to move her arms, however she soon discovered they were tied behind her back. "What the..." she whispered, before she realized she was under some kind of tarp, and from the clattering she was in a truck… and she wasn't alone as she glanced to the side, and noticed the still unconscious Princess Cordelia, causing her eyes to widen. 'P-Princess Cordelia?!'
"So what are we gonna do about the other one?" Isara heard a male voice, causing her to freeze. "She's just a Darcsen, no one will notice if we finish her off."
"Nah, It could be bad if anyone discovered the corpse - Darcsen or not." A second male voice said.
"So we're taking them both all the way to Adowen?" The first asked, "That's gonna cost us double."
'Adowen?' Isara thought, 'That town is within Federation borders… why…?'
"We'll take them back to the Federation one way or another," the second man said, before he chuckled a bit. "I don't know about the whole 'descendant of the Valkyrur' thing, but if she's asleep she's as human as we are."
The first man let out a short laugh. "Got that right." He said.
Not liking where this was heading, Isara managed to get the Tarp from off of them, before she began to nudge the princess. "Princess," she whispered, trying to wake her up without alerting the drivers. "Princess!"
The Princess groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open. "W-Wha?" she said.
"Oh thank goodness you're alright," Isara said.
"What happened?" Cordelia asked quietly, as she looked around. "And where are we?"
"We've been kidnapped," Isara said quietly, getting a surprised look from the Princess, "And from I just heard, it seems the Federation's behind all this… we gotta find a way to get out of here."
"How?" Cordelia asked, "And… who are you?"
"Isara Gunther, Gallian Militia 3rd Regiment," Isara said, "Welks - err, I mean Lieutenant Gunther is my older brother… I'm almost certain my team will try and find us, we'll be fine… I hope."
"I hope so too then..." Cordelia said, causing Isara to blink. "If this happened a few days ago… I probably wouldn't even care about this… but now..." she shook her head. "After what General Von Wolfe said, I do not think Prime Minister Borg has our people's best intentions in mind… in fact, now that I think of it, he's probably behind this… I can't let him take away everything my family fought to protect in the last war."
Isara nodded, before she looked behind them and saw what looked like headlights following them. 'Is that…?' she thought, before her eyes widened as she saw several Motorbikes with sidecars following them, and driving the lead one without a sidecar, was none other than Jaden Takeo himself.
In the driver's cab, one of the agents heard the sounds of the motorbikes and looked in one of the mirrors, causing his eyes to widen.
"Uh, we got a problem...," he said, and the driver blinked before looking in his mirror and his eyes widened as well.
"What the hell!?" he shouted, "How did they catch up to us so fast!"
"Can you lose them!?" his partner said, as Jaden began to pull up next to the car. The partner cursed as he pulled out his sidearm to shoot him, however he blinked in confusion as Jaden was smirking, before he seemed to point ahead of them. He looked… and his eyes widened as he saw the Edelweiss sitting up ahead, along with a small team of German soldiers all with their rifles raised.
"OH SHIT!"
The driver immediately slammed on the brakes along with Jaden and the other pursuing motorcycle unit making them come to a screeching halt.
"Isara! Are you okay!?" Jaden shouted in concern.
"We're alright Jaden!" said Isara who had a big smile on her face, "It's good to see you, though,"
"Don't move!" The others looked, as the driver had reached out for the back, and pulled the Princess into his grasp as he held her now at gunpoint. "No one moves, or she gets its!"
'Shit!' Jaden mentally cursed, while the other rescuers lowered their gun, but ready to aim again, 'I should've known they would do this!'
"Now listen and listen good!" he shouted as he held his hostage close, unaware of the large four legged figure coming out of the shadows and stalking toward them. "You're gonna let us pass, and not come after us! If you do she dies!"
"You won't shoot her." Jaden said, his eyes narrowed. "If you do, you forfeit your own life. Life of imprisonment, execution… your friends in the AF won't be able to save you now."
"I will do it! I swear!" he shouted, and the figure inched closer, "I will kill her if you don't let us pass!"
"Are you crazy? We need her alive!" the partner said.
"Do you wanna get of here or don't you!?" the other kidnapper said, "I'm not gonna spend a single second in a Gallian Prison!"
Jaden was about to draw his pistol and just kill the hostage taker, until he blinked as he saw something very large sneaking toward the truck. He smirked.
"Hey Dude… I got a question for ya..." He said, causing the man to blink. "Ya like Dogs?"
"Wha?" the Federation agent said before he heard growling behind him and slowly turned around and paled as soon as he saw what it was. A split second later, a maw of teeth snapped shut on the arm of the kidnapper, making him drop the gun, release the princess, and begin screaming bloody murder.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHH!"
From the Edelweiss, Welkin's eyes widened as he saw the animal that was now chewing the agent a new one.
"T-That's...that's a..."
"So that's a Dire Wolf..." Jaden said chuckling as the wolf dragged the man away as German troops secured the Princess. "Bigger than I imagined… and oh boy does he look pissed."
The Dire Wolf Jaden was looking at was two times bigger than a normal wolf, had a coat of black and dark brown fur, and yellowish brown eyes, that were filled with fury as it proceeded to pin the would-be hostage taker to the ground.
The other kidnapper was still in the truck too afraid to come out.
"Alright Khanter, I think he's got the point now," said Ivan as he and Cassandra arrived in their own vehicle. The Dire Wolf reluctantly released him, and after giving an angry sniff, began to trot over to where Cordelia and Isara were, the German troops wisely moving out of it's way.
"That wolf is by far one of the most badass things I've ever seen," Jaden said nodding at the Wolf. "I pity whoever pisses one off…" He then glanced at the Feds, "Except you two jackasses." He added as he drew out his Shin guntō. "You two… are in a looooot of trouble… you didn't just kidnap the Princess of Gallia… you also kidnapped a good friend of mine..."
The two's eyes widen in alarm as they saw the sword and looked for a way to get away, but unfortunately, a few soldiers grabbed them and kept them where they are. Jaden raised the tip of his sword under the one who held the Princess hostage, who gulped in fear.
"And if there is another thing I hate, is hostage takers," he said in low tone, "Especially ones who put a gun to a woman's head."
"Jaden, wait-" Isara began to shout out, however Jaden thrusted his sword… and just barley grazed the soldier's neck, leaving a thin scratch as he just barely missed.
"I should kill you… but I don't kill someone who can't fight back." He said, before he sniffed the air, before covering his nose. "Oh god, did you just shit yourself?"
The German troops standing there blinked before they too noticed the foul smell, and they jumped away, feeling like they touched the Bubonic Plague.
"Oooh, Scheisse! A big one too!" said one German soldier who had his hand on his nose.
"What the hell did you eat? Roadkill?" said another, as some snickers were heard.
Meanwhile, Khanter, the Dire Wolf, was looking over the Princess and Isara with a concerned look in it's eyes, as he sniffed and nudged them a bit.
Cordelia, although a little hesitant, placed her hand on his head, and began to gently pat him.
The Dire Wolf appeared to like it as his tail wagged a bit.
"Khanter is a bit of a love bug," said Ivan as he approached, a small grin on his face "Are the two of you alright?"
"Yes… just… just getting over the shock." Cordelia said, as she began to smile as she scratched behind Khanter's ears, which the Dire Wolf must of liked as it started panting.
"Same here," Isara said nodding, glancing at Welkin "Thanks Welks… for this..."
Welkin smiled "Don't thank me, thank Jaden." he said, "It was his idea to set up the Roadblock with the Edelweiss."
Cordelia looked at the Japanese aviator who after putting his sword away was walking toward them.
"I thank you Lieutenant. For saving mine and Sergeant Gunther's life," she said, as Jaden scratched behind his head and smiling sheepishly.
"I'm just...doing what has to be done," he said, before blinking, "Oh, Isara! You dropped this,"
He dug into his pocket and pulled out the model Zero and handed it to Isara.
Isara blinked, but smiled as she took it. "Thanks Jaden," she said.
"Not a problem," Jaden said, before looking at Welkin. "You might want to contact our… 'friends', let them know we have the Princess."
Welkin nodded as he went back into the tank in order to relay the message, while Isara and Cordelia blinked in confusion.
"Who...?" Isara said, while Jaden sighed.
"It's a long story,"
Meanwhile
"I see, that's good to hear," said Radi as he held the radio phone to his ear, "Remind to congratulate Lieutenant Takeo and yourself on a well accomplished mission next time under better circumstances. It is difficult for a country that has become a tributary to become Independent again. The flow of history is inevitable, but you don't want to leave a regret like I have."
"I'm just glad we were able to work together, General Jaeger." Welkin said, as Radi smiled a bit.
"I'll see you then, Lieutenant Gunther." He said, "Let me say this to you, while I am still your friend. You did well."
"Thank you, General." Welkin said. Radi was about to turn the Radio off, however surprisingly Selvaria tapped his shoulder, and took the Radio from him.
"Lieutenant Gunther," she said, "If you would please… hand the Radio over to Mark von Wolfe."
"Umm, of course," Welkin said, "Hold a minute, please,"
Radi looked at the female general, and saw her hand fidgeting a bit, and could only chuckle. Selvaria heard it and turned to Radi.
"What?" she said, with a glaring look.
"Nothing," was all he said, "Nothing at all,"
Selvaria didn't look convinced at all. But then she heard Mark's voice on the radio.
"Yes? Von Wolfe speaking,"
"Mr. Von Wolfe," Selvaria said with a small sigh "I… wish to thank you for… what you did, at the castle - keeping your friend from attacking me."
"It was no trouble at all, General Bles," said Mark, "Though, I believe my friend will think otherwise. However, I assume you and General Jaeger will return back to your own forces,"
Selvaria nodded at that, "Yes, our mission objective is already accomplished," she said. "We will be returning home now."
"Well, if we do meet again, I hope it will be in more friendly circumstances." Mark said.
"Hey, is that that Silver haired chick?!" Selvaria could hear Jaden in the background "You still owe me a plane!"
She heard Mark sigh exasperatedly, "I don't think the Empire has the know how, Jaden," he said.
"I DON'T CARE!" Jaden yelled, "Tell her to tell that Emperor of there's to get his ass into gear and start cranking fighters now, dammit! Give me one, and I'll SHOOT DOWN THE REST!"
It was quiet for a moment before she heard him again.
"Well, for what's it worth. Thank you again, Lady General," he said, and Selvaria didn't know the blush on her face.
"We are glad we could help, Mr. Von Wolfe," she said, "For now, I must bid you farewell."
"Of course, until then," he said, and Selvaria gave a sigh as he handed the radio back to Karl.
"I think it's best we should back now," she said, and Radi nodded and the three Imperials got back into their car and drove off.
Morning, Randgriz Castle
Cordelia was back in her formal dress, and sat on the throne of the castle, all the while giving a glare to the currently restrained, former, Prime Minister along with Townsend who was in the same predicament. Both of them flanked by a pair of soldiers.
"I trusted you, you know..." Cordelia said, glancing at Borg. "Ever since I was a child, I let you do all the big decisions… because I always thought you would do what was best for this country, what my parents would of wanted… and now here we are - with you about to sell us out to the Atlantic Federation!"
Borg didn't appeared intimidated , which clearly showed Cordelia that he didn't regret his decision whatsoever. She sighed in disappointment.
"Unfortunately, since we need every bullet to fight the Imperials, I won't have you executed," she said, while Borg smirked a bit, but that was immediately wiped off his face, by Cordelia's next words, "Instead, since you love the Federation so much, you will be sent there with them, as you are hereby banished from Gallia, your family's name forever tarnished as it will become forever synonymous with treason, and your family's assets seized, and presented as a gift to the people,"
"W-What?!" Borg shouted, "Y-You can't-"
"I can, and I will." Cordelia cut him off. "I am the heir of House Randgriz, therefore it is my decision that is final - not yours. My parents died to keep this nation free from the Imperials - I will not let you tarnish everything they fought to defend to get in the good graces of the Federation! "
Borg was fuming as he glared at the Princess.
"Y-You...You little brat!" He shouted, "One day I'll come back and I will show you and all of Gallia what you threw away!"
He then turned his glare to Wagner and Joseph as their expressions were neutral.
"As for you two!" he snarled, "If you hadn't shown up, none of this would've happened! I would've become Gallia's King!"
Hoffman scoffed "Please, you would never become king either way." He said, "You're just an old, greedy fart who cares more about yourself than the people you're suppose to be looking after. This nation will be much better off independent from the likes of the Federation - and out of the hands of selfish old men like you, Borg."
Borg could only grit his teeth in anger, but before he could utter a word, he was gagged by one of the Royal Guardsmen, as he and his partner dragged the disgraced Noble out of the throne room. Cordelia then turned to the Ambassador.
"As for you Mr. Townsend," she said with a clipped tone, "Because of your collaboration with Borg, I hereby decree that the Federation will not be signing any treaty you will give us, and any other treaty that the Federation and Borg have signed before will be therefore rendered invalid and expired. Instead, all the former trade you received from us will be given to the United Amerian Republics, the National Republic of Falken, and the Dryer Kingdom,"
Townsend paled when he heard that. "Y-You..." he muttered.
"Take him away," Hoffman said, as two German soldiers dragged the Federation Ambassador away.
Cordelia sighed as she leaned back in her throne "That… felt surprisingly good." She admitted, causing both the German General and Admiral to chuckle a bit.
"Its always good to take out an enemy or two." Hoffman said, "So, what will you do now, your highness?"
"As you informed me, we may now have an alliance with not only Dryer and Falken, but Ameria as well." She said, "We will have to get the necessary treaties ready to establish them - and we will have to prepare for the arrival of the Amerian Volunteers as well… are you certain you are up to the task of training 15,000 men and women?"
"Of course, your highness." Wagner said nodding. "By the time they're out of boot camp, they'll be as well trained as the Sturmtruppen from our homeland."
Cordelia nodded at that, "I will hold you to that General." she said, and turned to Ambassador Quinn, "And you Ambassador Quinn, what will your plans be, now that we have an alliance?"
Quinn stepped forward, "I believe I will continue to act as Ambassador to Gallia, and when the Volunteers arrive I will act as your more...trusty advisor," he said, getting a chuckle from everyone. "But if I may ask your highness, who will replace Borg as Prime Minister now that he has been stripped of his position?"
Cordelia thought about that, before a thought entered her head, and she smiled softly.
"I believe that Rasmus von Vinter of House Vinter would do," she said, "He was the opposition to Borg, and was a former general in the last war. I believe you know him, Ambassador,"
Derek nodded, returning the smile, "Of course, an excellent choice. He's proud of his Noble heritage but is not a dunderhead like Borg, and is more of a man of the people than anything," he said. "He was also the one who trained the last AVL in the war 20 years ago,"
"That is one of the main reasons why I chose him," Cordelia said, "As it stands, he and his house are among the few I may be able to trust after this… once news gets out about what von Borg attempted, there is no telling how the other houses will react."
"Well one thing's for sure," said Wagner, "Many of them will think twice before attempting anything stupid like this. Though, I still am a little wary around House Gassenarl,"
Cordelia nodded at that, "Yes, the Gassenarl family are considered to be the most...anti-social when it comes to the common people, with more hostility toward Darcsens."
"Yes, so we've learned," said Hoffman. "We will deal with it if it becomes an issue, though I would hope that we can focus on the real threat - that being the Imperials for now. Once our people get settled in and we have recommissioned your old factories, we can start bringing forth more advanced war machines into the Gallian front."
"Agreed." Wagner said nodding, "We should focus on the production of bombers and fighter-bombers once the first factory opens up. Due to the near non existent fighter threat, aircraft such as our Ju 87 Stuka Dive-Bombers and other long-range bombers can maintain air supremacy for the foreseeable future until the Imperials begin making their own aircraft… it will likely take them months to get a successful mass production aircraft out to match our own… depending how far the are in their own development."
Cordelia nodded, "Agreed," she said, and then sighed, "There will be two people among the Gassenarls that will happy,"
The Germans blinked at that.
"Who?" Wagner asked.
Aalina stepped forward and spoke for the Princess, "Gilbert's children, his son Baldren, and his daughter, Audrey," she said, "They both share the idea of restructuring Gallia's military and industry power, and are more competent and well tactful commanders than my idiot of a brother."
"Hmmm… at the very least, they should be able to see that this is for the best of Gallia." Hoffman said, "Hopefully their own… grudges against the Darcsens won't get in the way of them seeing this."
Wagner nodded at that, "Doesn't mean I trust them though, I think we should attach some units to their forces," he said, "And I think the Cavalry Regiment will suffice,"
"Yes, they should." Hoffman said before he sighed, "Well your highness, as fun as this was, I must return back to our forces - construction on our new settlement near the former Gassenarl Castle will be beginning soon."
Cordelia nodded at that, "Of course," she said.
"And I still need to give you that tour," said Aalina, as the Germans nodded.
"Well then, let's be on our way," Wagner said and they left the throne room.
"Also your highness, there is a little something I need to tell you," Derek said, as soon as Aalina and the Germans left, causing the princess to look at him.
"It concerns a certain missing heir,"
Patriot-112: And done! Another good long chapter!
117Jorn: Another one bites the dust! And in the next chapter, we'll be introducing a certain group of Penal soldiers we all know and love… you know who I'm talking about if you know VC.
Patriot-112: Yup, but that's for you peeps to find out next chapter! So until then...
Both: Auf Wiedersehen!
