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Chapter IV – Hoc Est Bellum
"They say truth is the first casualty of war." – Gen. John Price
LOCATION: SADERA – IMPERIAL CAPITAL
DATE: ARBETI 06, 687 IC
TIME: 08:36:53
FIFTEEN DAYS AFTER THE IMPERIAL INVASION THROUGH THE GATE
Sadera, the crown jewel and the seat of power of the mighty Saderan Empire – it was here upon this vast stretch of land did the Saderans' ancestors laid the foundations from which the Empire grew to what it is today. For centuries, this has been the home of this great Empire since its conception and at the center of the city, atop the highest hill, laid the home of the Emperor himself.
The Main Imperial Palace is the home of the most powerful man in the Empire, Molt Sol Augustus. He held nearly uncontested power in ruling Empire with only the Imperial Senate having the power to overrule him.
Located below the hill are smaller palaces of the Imperial family, including the South Palace, home of Molt's eldest son and heir apparent to take his place as Emperor, Prince Zorzal El Caesar.
To the North of the Imperial Palace and located near the Temple to the God lay the Azure Palace, home of Prince Diabo El Caesar. Diabo was Molt's second eldest son from a different woman and is second in line for the throne should anything unfortunate to happen to Zorzal.
To the East of the Imperial Palace lay the mansion of Princess Piña Co Lada, Molt's daughter from one his many concubines but he surprisingly recognized her as his legitimate child and placed her tenth in the line of succession.
Further to the West of the Palace was the Imperial Senate Building. It is located in a prominent location in Sadera near a large forum or a market place, and the entire structure is constructed of white marble with numerous ornately carved columns and sculptures on both the interior and exterior. This is where numerous Imperial Senators and the Emperor himself meet in order to pass new laws and legislations.
Surrounding these structures were the residential and commercial areas of the city. These sections were separated from the Imperial Complexes by walls and each section was also separated by walls. Located at the South Eastern section of the city was the district of Akusho, a place where rape, poverty, and crime are a common occurrence. This district is ruled by the four crime families of Akusho: Gonzori, Medusa, Paramount, and Bessara. It was so bad there that even the Imperial Army would think twice before entering the district other than to spend some gold and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.
The city's water comes from multiple aqueducts. Overall, the architecture of the city has an appearance similar to that of ancient Rome, including common use of large marble structures, including columns, domes, and statues. Truly, one may say that Sadera is very reminiscent to Ancient Rome.
In the main throne room of the Imperial Palace, the Emperor himself, Molt Sol Augustus, was sitting comfortably on his throne as he enjoyed the precious tranquility this day has graciously afforded him. There was no one else with him there save for a small contingent of his elite Imperial Guards. He tolerates their presence because they know better than to disturb him and they mostly keep quiet.
If Molt was being honest with himself, life as the Emperor was excellent. He held almost uncontested power over his subjects with only the Imperial Senate as whole having enough power to challenge his word but even still, he had the final say in things.
Molt took a deep breath before releasing it, reminiscing about the Saderan Empire's long history which spanned more than a thousand years – even before the Empire's birth. In the beginning, the beast-men and demi-humans had dominated these lands with the humans cowering in fear. It was almost pitiful to think about it but what could their ancestors do? Then salvation came when Molt's honored ancestor and first emperor of the Saderan Empire, Titus the Great, rallied the humans and waged a victorious war against the non-humans and laid the very foundations that would eventually lead to the birth of the Empire.
Since then, the Saderan Empire has been the most dominant power of Falmart and is still expanding to this day with the various kingdoms and races being subject to their rules whether they liked it or not.
Molt felt pride in himself that since he assumed the throne, the Empire's power, influence, and territory had grown exponentially under his effective leadership. Of course, there were some senators and nobles that disapproved of his methods but he rarely paid them any attention. They do now know that above all else, the Empire was the priority and the people were second.
He also knew that even with all that Molt has accomplished, he was still a mortal man nearing his end. The Emperor released a silent breath; it was a real shame that even with the use of magic – specifically necromancy –achieving immortality was nearly impossible. Those who chased such an endeavor had received nothing but utter failure at best and the wrath of the Gods themselves at worst.
Molt may be an ambitious man but even he knew not to challenge the Gods.
It was a hard pill to swallow but he took comfort that his name will be remembered throughout the ages as one of the greatest Emperors of all times. Of course there is the question of who will succeed him in ruling the Empire.
The first and most obvious choice would be his eldest son, Prince Zorzal El Caesar, but he was starting to doubt that choice. His eldest son was narcissistic, hedonistic, prone to violence, and had an unrealistic sense of entitlement and a need to be adored. The most glaring example was his useless and totally unnecessary campaign against the Lagoans, Lupins, and Macskans just so satisfy his carnal desires and his ego.
Although that may be the pot calling the kettle black as Molt himself ordered the conquest of much of the continent but it was one campaign at a time. Molt was no fool to think that the Empire could take on the whole of Falmart. As powerful as they had become, the beast-men and demi human races still outnumbered them and were their superior when it came to physical attributes and magical abilities. That is why the Emperor knew that he had to take his time in the conquest of Falmart.
What Zorzal did was downright idiotic in taking on three of the most savage races at the same time even if they were victorious.
On the plus side, the Saderans did win and subjugated what was left of those races but on the down side, it came at a very great cost. They lost almost two legions all because of Zorzal's abysmal leadership skills. They only won because of the brilliance of one of their most skilled and accomplished commanders, Imperial Legate Woldemar Vi Meridius, the supreme commander of Imperial Legions in the North.
If it was not for Imperial Legate Meridius, they the Imperial Army's loses would have been even more catastrophic but instead of being honored, Zorzal became jealous of Meridius' successes and took credit for his accomplishments and discredited the General with many officers and some senators supporting the Crown Prince's claims.
This move was not well received by the legions of the Imperial Army as the men admired Meridius' as a brilliant commander and some threatened to rise up arms in defense of Woldemar. It has gotten so bad that Molt himself had to step in to restore order.
In the end, Molt had to strip Woldemar of his position of Imperial Legate and was demoted to the rank of Legion Legate. This decision satisfied his son but left the Army with a bitter taste in their mouth especially since Meridius' replacement's performance was…sub-par to say the least.
Molt felt disappointed in his son. Even though they won a war against three races and subjugated them regardless of the losses; due to Zorzal's pettiness, he was forced to remove one of their best commanders from his post.
Since then, Zorzal showed no improvement in his actions whatsoever; opting to spend his time fucking the former queen of the Lagoans, Tyuule, and wasting away in vices.
If he could, Molt could have Zorzal removed as the Crown Prince but who would replace him? Perhaps his second eldest son, Diabo, would make for a suitable heir?
Yes, Diabo would make a far better heir than Zorzal. His way of thinking was just like Molt's own – realistic, pragmatic, and Diabo has proven himself as one of the most intelligent members of the Royal Family with a talent for politics.
His only flaw was his tendency to over think things through and can be a bit paranoid. That could cause problems because his over thinking may lead to many inactions and his paranoia could lead him to not trusting many people. Well, Molt did not really trust many people even those from within his inner circle.
Nevertheless, Diabo was a much more viable candidate than Zorzal could ever be but there was still one more who could be even more worthy to take the throne than Diabo – Molt's dear daughter, Piña Co Lada.
Molt could not keep a miniscule amused smile forming on his lips. Piña was born from a concubine named Countess Nell whom he met many years ago. He can say without a shadow of a doubt that Countess Nell was one of the most beautiful creatures the Emperor had ever laid his eyes upon and sought to win her affections and in their union, she bore him his fifth child; a daughter they named Piña Co Lada.
He loved Piña as much as any father would his daughter and Molt did not hesitate to include her into the line of succession with Piña being tenth in line.
Piña possessed a keen intellect though not as potent as Diabo's own; she is incredibly smart and wise beyond her years. She also had the rare ability instill loyalty from various people as well. This quality is evident from when she founded her own order of knights, the Rose-Order of Knights. Molt may consider his daughter's order as a child's fantasy and typically has them serve as honor guards; he cannot deny that Piña had inspired a group of noble girls that would usually not take up the responsibilities of a knight into a disciplined and highly trained order. He should know; they were trained by some of the most skilled and honored knights and warriors including Grey and Meridius.
These qualities were the hallmarks of a great future leader and Molt felt that out of all his children, Piña would make a fine Empress. If only Zorzal shared both of Diabo and Piña's qualities.
Deciding that he had thought enough about who would succeed him, Molt shook his head slightly and rolled his shoulders. Sitting in an over glorified chair for a long time can leave you feeling stiff after all. Perhaps it was better to think about the newest and probably the most important development in his rule.
For the first time in over a thousand years, the sacred Gate of Alnus Hill had opened. He did know why the gods would open the Gate. Even though almost all of the inhabitants of Falmart view Alnus Hill as scared ground, Molt saw an opportunity.
He knew the myths concerning the Gate; about how every time the Gate has opened, it leads to a new world. He saw it as a blessing from the gods that the Empire's domain would not only be confined to the continent of Falmart but also to another world.
So, with that in mind, Molt took the initiative and sent seven legions numbering over forty thousand men under the command of Imperial Legate Tertius Sennius Siricus to conquer the lands beyond the Gate and claim them in the name of the Saderan Empire. With the suddenness of the attack, the Emperor was sure that Tertius' forces would encounter little to no resistance and even if they did, the confusion wrought from the sudden invasion would allow them time to consolidate their strength. That was a little over fifteen days ago and that was more than enough time for Tertius to secure a foothold beyond the Gate.
Molt would be lying if he was not expecting a messenger detailing the success of the campaign. Unknown to the Emperor, he would indeed be receiving a message from his forces beyond the Gate this day. Alas, it was not one of success but one of total defeat.
Molt was broken from his musings when the doors of the throne room opened. The Imperial Guards tensed up, ready to defend their Lord but relaxed when they saw that it was Internal Minister, Marcus Co Osment.
Of all the people serving in Molt's government, Marcus was probably the only one the Emperor trusted wholly. The Emperor raised a brow when he took note of Marcus' worried expression but decided against asking about it for now.
"Internal Minister Marcus, to what do I owe your visit?" Molt asked as his retainer kneeled before him once he was close to him.
"Forgive me for disturbing you, Your Majesty. But I bring news of great importance." The Emperor hummed and waved his hand for Marcus to continue. "A group of soldiers – some in very grave conditions – claiming to be from the expeditionary force we sent through the Gate has just arrived, my lord, and they bring very grave news. So grave in fact that it was prudent that you hear it immediately."
Hearing this, Molt frowned. He was expecting to hear that their expeditionary force was doing some tremendous progress. The Emperor would like to hear some good news and that Tertius has already secured a sizeable patch of territory as a foothold as he anticipated. However, hearing the urgency in Marcus' voice was an indication that something had gone very wrong.
"What do they have to say?" The Emperor asked.
Marcus nodded as he stood up. "Your Majesty, the entirety of the expeditionary force we sent – a total of seven legions has been defeated. Nay, they were slaughtered to the last man."
The Imperial Guards with them stiffened and paled at the news. They could not believe that seven legions of their army could be annihilated just like that. Even the normally stoic Emperor Molt widened his eyes at the news. This was indeed a grave matter and he motioned the Internal Minister to explain in detail.
"According to them, everything was going as expected." Marcus began. "They reached the other side of the Gate and immediately took on the offensive; killing anyone that stood in their way, taking captives and treasures, and Imperial Legate Siricus proclaiming the Empire's dominion over those lands."
Emperor Molt nodded but he could not lose sight of what has truly happened over such honeyed words. There must have been more to it than that.
Seeing that he may continue, the Internal Minister did so. "As our forces were advancing, some took note of these new strange lands. The men told me that all around them, they were surrounded by great structures of immense size - some even claiming that some of those structures were even grander than our own and they reached as far as the eye could see. Those buildings also employed some kind of light and illusion magic."
Molt frowned even more than he was. If he would believe what his Retainer was saying to him then this new civilization had the capacity to build massive buildings that dwarfed even the largest structures the Empire has and could use magic on an incredible scale. It would seem that whatever lay beyond the Gate was not a savage civilization like he had expected and he cursed himself for that.
"What happened next?" Molt urged on.
"The army was making progress but they encountered stiff resistance from what appeared to be militia but they were few in comparison and our forces were able to push them back with sheer numbers alone. But the strange part is that the opposition possessed strange crossbows or staves that could use some kind of small explosive magic that our armor could not defend against. Our forces suffered tremendous casualties in their advance. Even the beastmen fell to these strange weapons."
Now Molt could see how dire the situation had been. If he was not being mislead then every member or a substantial number of them at least, of this new civilization could wield magic and they were just mere militia. He could only imagine how much more powerful their own army was.
"And?"
"Tertius' forces were able to advance just a few kilometers until the enemy's army came. The men described the vanguard flying over their heads in a flock of great metal birds or dragons." Marcus said that had the Emperor and the Imperial Guards looking curious. "The soldiers say that those iron beasts had a distinct sound: their wing beats were like the roars of thunder. Some of those irons monsters then turned their attention to our legions and spewed fire and burned them to a crisp. Some tried to run but only very few escaped the carnage."
The Emperor clenched his jaw. This new enemy reacted to their surprise attack quickly and what is more, they had control of flying iron monsters that possessed the power to decimate his legions. Just what kind of place did that Gate opened up to?
"With the help of those flying iron beasts, our forces were being slaughtered and pushed back. Even our elite dragon riders proved no match for those things." Marcus said worryingly, a sentiment shared by the others. "But before Tertius could launch a counter attack, the enemy's army – the survivors speculate that this isn't even close to their full strength – suddenly appeared and with them came iron monsters that could spew powerful fire magic that can destroy anything, soldiers with staves that could shred through our strongest armor and shields like they were mere parchment paper, and magic that could decimate entire formations to bloody bits and pieces. They've reported that a single cohort that met only six of these soldiers in battle and when they came back, only six returned and they were in horrendous condition. Some had limbs torn off and others were carrying the severed bodies of their comrades and of their own. Mere minutes later, most of the legions have already been killed and their iron dragons were attacking the main camp and killing everything that moved with the enemy's army not too far behind. With no other choice left, some soldiers gathered up whatever treasures and captives they could and retreated back through the Gate." The internal Minister let out a shaky breath. "Out of the forty thousand men we sent in, only seventeen legionaries made it back. With seven legions lost, this is the single most devastating defeat in the Empire's history, your Grace."
As Marcus finished his report, Molt leaned back in his chair as he took it all in. Indeed, losing seven legions soon after an attempted invasion was a devastating and utterly humiliating defeat. With the loss of so many men, their military strength took a very serious blow and if this got out to the other kingdoms and races, they may see it that the Empire had grown weak and plan a revolt. He would have to plan accordingly for that eventuality but now, he had an even bigger problem to address.
There was no way to deny it; Molt had tried to invade an extremely powerful civilization. A civilization that could wield magic of incredible power and at an unparalleled scale, command iron beasts that rule the skies and the earth, had the capacity to construct massive structures that tower over everything they had, and who knows what else they could be capable of. If that is so then Molt had a very serious problem if that civilization decided to retaliate which is almost certain.
He needed to do something about this and he needed to do it fast before this mysterious and powerful nation begins marching to the capital and destroys everything the Empire stands for and everything he helped create.
The Emperor then realized something. "Minister, did you say those men brought back some captives?" He asked.
"Yes, your majesty. The surviving soldiers brought back thirty one captives – all of them varying in shape, size, and skin color. I admit that I mistook some of them as Dark Elves but I was mistaken for they are indeed human. They also brought with them some strange artifacts and what seems liked some weapons of this new enemy."
Molt nodded, this could help them get some insight with regards to this new and powerful foe. "Have our mages probe the minds of the captives and examine those artifacts. They might tell us who the Empire will face and crush. I expect them to yield results by the time the emergency senatorial session commences which will take place in two hours. And make sure to summon Legion Legate Meridius as well. We may need him for this new enemy."
Marcus bowed. "As you wish, your highness. I will inform Grand Magister Direlus of his new task and send some of the captives and artifacts his way for examination and mind probing. I will prepare the members of the Senate for the emergency session. I will also summon Meridius here as I believe he is currently in the city."
"Very good." Molt nodded. "You may go, my friend. And arrange for the surviving soldiers to be treated. We will need all who can hold a sword in these trying times."
"Yes, my lord." With that, Marcus turned and left the throne room.
The moment Marcus left; the Emperor leaned back on his throne and contemplated this new development. Truly, he had not counted his army to be beaten so easily but it was something that he should have foreseen as a possibility. As much as he loathes admitting it, he was sure there were many civilizations out there that would be more than a match for his Empire. It was only right to think that because their world is vast and largely unexplored. It stands that his assumption held truth and that was one of the reasons why Molt was doing all he could to strengthen the Saderan Empire.
He should have known that this also applied to other worlds as well. Molt made a mistake in underestimating the world beyond the Gate and he has now made an enemy of what seemed like a monster of a country. If he was willing to bet, this shall be the greatest threat the Empire would ever face.
Molt hummed. 'There is no denying it – war is one the horizon; the likes of which no man, woman, or child in Falmart has ever seen before. But no matter what kind of enemy we will face, the Empire will stand the victor. As it always had and as it always will.'
Yes, this would be the war of wars but Molt knew that the Empire had the home field advantage and hundreds of thousands of warriors ready to defend the Empire. This new enemy may command monsters of the air and earth, but they had the grace of the gods.
The Saderan Empire will reign victorious and prove why they were the most dominant force of this world or any other world.
LOCATION: ELBE KINGDOM CAPITAL – OBERNDORF
DATE: ARBETI 06, 687 IC
TIME: 08:49:13
Located in the southern part of the continent of Falmart, the kingdom of Elbe is one of the vassal states of the Saderan Empire and out of all the vassal states, Elbe could be considered as the most powerful with the economic and military power to back that claim up. That was why, the other vassal states look at the Elbe Kingdom as their de facto leader.
The history of the Elbe Kingdom spans for centuries, not long after the conception of the Empire. In fact, it all started when the great warrior and commander, Lars the Brave, led his army and drove their enemies out of that area. Titus the Great was impressed with his service and loyalty that he gave Lars dominion over that region which would become the Elbe Kingdom.
The Kingdom has been a staunch supporter of the Empire for generations but the Saderan Empire began to abuse their powers over them and the other vassal states. In hind sight, this was to be expected. The Saderans stood unopposed since its formation centuries ago and their hubris and delusions of invincibility began to make them arrogant.
Still, that does not excuse what they were doing to everyone else.
In the city of Oberndorf, the capital of the Elbe Kingdom, its current ruler, King Eckhart Brauer Duran, stood on the balcony of his throne room. King Duran is a man in his late 60's. He has dark grey hair as well as grey eyes though he lost his left eye in a previous battle decades ago so he wears an eye patch over it.
Though he may be old, do not let his age fool you. King Duran is one of the most ferocious warriors alive and is a proven military commander. His prowess has earned him the moniker as the Lion of Elbe with some even comparing him to the feared Imperial commander, Legion Legate Woldemar Vi Meridius.
King Duran looked over the beautiful site of his kingdom with a feeling of contentment. His people were happy and his domain was flourishing considering the circumstances. That was all her ever wanted, really. For his people and lands to flourish but that proves to be difficult with the Saderans meddling in everything and taking almost everything they worked for and leaving only scraps.
Sometimes, King Duran wondered when and how did the Empire turned out like this. Once, the Empire was formed after Titus the Great united all the humans to fight back against their enemies. Since then, the Empire stood for honor, courage, and unity. Now every time he thinks of the Empire, he thinks of oppression, corruption, warmongering, and arrogance.
Of course, this did not mean that every Saderan was like that. There were still some good people there who still lived by those principles like his oldest and best friend, Count Colt Fortunato Umbrius Formal, Marquis Casel El Tiberius, Princess Piña Co Lada and her knights, and Legion Legate Woldemar Vi Meridius along with the leaders of the vassal states.
Many times, Duran had entertained the idea of raising a revolt against the Empire but every time, he dismissed those thoughts. As celebrated as he is as a warrior and commander, he knew that the Saderans would defeat them even if the armies of Elbe, Ligu, Mudwan, Alguna, and Toumaren were to join forces through sheer numbers alone.
Not to mention that the Saderans would seek terrible vengeance upon their people for such a treasonous act. Even the Lion of Elbe shuddered to think what their soldiers would do to his people and he knew the kind of atrocities they were capable of. One just needs to look at what they did to the Lagoans, Lupins, and Macskans to get a very clear idea.
Deciding that it would be better to change the subject of thinking, King Duran thought about this new and most interesting development. For the first time in ages, the Gate had opened once again. If he was completely honest with himself, the King never thought that something like this would happen in his lifetime and he had seen some pretty weird things.
Like many others, he was curious at where the Gate would lead to but was also afraid at that prospect. For all he knew, the Gate could lead to a very nasty place where the air was poisonous and everything was out to kill them. So, he decided that it was probably for the best to observe the Gate and watch for anything that comes through it.
Unfortunately, the Saderan Empire did not share his concerns and had sent an invasion force composed of seven legions through to conquer to the lands beyond. King Duran could not even begin to list the reasons on how this was an incredibly dangerous and stupid idea but there was little the King could do at this point.
Honestly, he could not care less what the Saderans found there but he was worried for his friend, Count Formal. He had heard rumors that Colt had been called into service and assist in the expedition and invasion. He knew Colt would never do this kind of thing willingly; he would only do this so he could keep the Imperial Courts off his back.
King Duran hoped that those rumors were not true but he knew better than to cling on to such hope. If Colt dies, he would be leaving his young daughter and people behind…and who knows what would happen to them without Colt's leadership.
Just then, King Duran's attention was called when a messenger came before him and kneeled respectfully. "Forgive me, my lord, but I bring a message bearing Clan Formal's seal." He presented Duran with a letter that indeed bore the seal of Clan Formal.
King Duran nodded. "Thank you, my boy." He said, grabbing the letter from the messengers hand before dismissing him. Once the messenger was out of sight, he looked at the letter in his hands.
He had a pretty good feeling about what this letter was going to say and he knew that he would not like it but it was better to get it over with now. Breaking the seal and opening up the letter, he began to read its content.
Dear King Eckhart Brauer Duran,
If you are reading this, then that would mean that I have been called on to accompany the Saderans through the Gate. I know that when you heard of the news of the Gate reopening after countless generations, you were surprised beyond belief. I must admit, I felt the same way as well. I would have preferred that I stay home and be with my people and precious Myui but we all know what would happen to them if I refused their calls. My friend, know that I do not take pleasure in what I and my men would be forced to do in this invasion. I hope the gods will forgive me for what I will have to do. And if anything should happen to me, I beg of you. Please, take care of my precious Myui and my people. They will need someone to lead them and Myui someone to call father again.
My friend, I do not need to tell you that should Molt's little invasion fails that you and the rest should keep their ears and eyes open. No doubt that by the time this letter has reached you, rumors have already begun to spread of our success or failure. Do not believe everything Molt asks of you all at that point. If he asks you to assemble your armies and march to Alnus hill, then something has gone wrong and needs you to clean it up. Bear in mind that this might be a ploy to destroy you somehow. All I ask is for you and everyone to take every detail into account and not make any unnecessary conclusions that may endanger you and your peoples.
If all goes well here, I and my men will return home. If not…well, it has been a pleasure, King Duran.
Your friend,
Count Colt Fortunato Umbrius Formal
After reading the letter for a second time, Duran let out a sigh. His worries were confirmed and Colt had joined the Saderans on their foolish quest but not by his own volition.
He would pray to the gods that Colt would come back alive but in the event that he would not…
On his honor as the King of Elbe, as a friend and as a man, he swore that he would take care of Myui and Colt's people. It was the least he could do for him.
Still, Duran would take his words to heart. The King of Elbe would never fully trust the words of Molt even on his best days. Even now, there were small rumors going about that soldiers from the invasion force had come through carrying slaves and spoils of war but they were in horrible condition.
Duran did not know what to make of it but he would not dismiss those rumors just yet. He would need to verify this himself through his informants within the Saderan Capital. If something is going to happen, then the King of Elbe wanted to know everything about it and share it with his fellow kings. No doubt they would appreciate the heads up.
Nevertheless…he did not know why but King Duran just had this gut feeling that things were about to change.
LOCATION: SADERA – IMPERIAL CAPITAL
DATE: ARBETI 06, 687 IC
TIME: 09:01:02
Located in one of the military barracks of the capital were three caged wagons under heavy guard and within those wagons were the battered and terrified American civilians…or what was left of them. There had been almost a fifty of them but being forced to walk the whole way to this godforsaken place couple with their some severe injuries and the sadistic abuse of their captors had killed many of them. Now only thirty one civilians were left.
Among them were a mother and daughter, Megan L. Hopkins, a thirty three year old single mother and her daughter, Emily, a ten year old girl.
When the time of the attack came, the two were just out having an off day from work and school from their home in the Bronx. Megan wanted to treat her daughter and visit some wonderful planes in Manhattan like the Central Park Zoo and perhaps watch a movie together. Anything to make her daughter happy especially since her husband had left them hanging after running off with some prostitute.
That left them both devastated but Megan pulled herself together; if not for herself then for her daughter. Her baby girl needed her to be strong
A few moments before the surprise attack, the two were enjoying lunch at a sushi restaurant named Blue Fin near Time Square – Emily had inherited her mother's love for sushi especially the spicy kind. Just then, they heard people screaming outside and before they knew it, some kind of monster had burst into the restaurant and started killing the occupants there.
Megan began to panic before she threw herself and her daughter over the counter and took cover behind it. She held her Emily close, trying to block out her ears so she did not have to hear the dying screams of the people, the tearing of flesh, the crushing of bones, and the chewing sounds as they were literally being eaten.
After a few minutes of hiding, she heard some footsteps coming into the restaurant and Megan thought that it was the police but she heard him talking in something other than English and Megan instantly knew that this was not the police and tried to hide even further.
Luck had unfortunately run out on them as a pair of hands reached over the counter and grabbed her by the hair and forced them out of their hiding spot. Megan tearfully begged for them to let her and her daughter go but they did not listen and dumped them with the others they captured as well. There could not have been over two hundred civilians that were captured.
Megan tried to console her distraught daughter; that help would come for them and her prayers were indeed answered as they heard the familiar sounds of helicopters flying overhead and she and the rest of the captured civilians cheered that their armed forces had finally come to their rescue.
The mother thought that she, her daughter, and everyone else with them were going to be saved but those hopes were dashed when some men came and threw some of them into their slave wagons and ran back to whatever hole they crawled out of in a desperate bid to escape the vengeful wrath of the United States Military – with Megan and young Emily in tow.
Megan did not know how long they had travelled for she had lost count of how many days had passed but their captors were brutal and sadistic. Often beating her fellow Americans to a bloody pulp and forcing them to walk until their legs gave out and when that happens, these…men would tie them up to their horses and drag them on the dirt until they were dead or shredded.
Some of them even took one or two women from the cages when they were resting for the night. Megan could only cover her daughter's ears as he heard them viciously rape those girls all night long. Their cruel treatment continued on for days until the two women were finally broken shells.
Megan was holding onto her daughter protectively as she whispered words of comfort and they were going to be rescued from this horrid place but the woman regrettably knew that if they were going to get rescued, it would take a long time for that to happen.
The girl was clinging onto her mother, looking fearfully at the men guarding their cages. "Mom…I-I want to go home." Emily sobbed as she stared fearfully at the outside.
"Shh, be quiet, Emily." Megan told her daughter softly, not wanting to gain these men's attention. "I know, baby, but we have to be patient. Help will come for us, I promise."
Emily sniffled and looked at her mother. "…B-But…when…who?"
Megan gave her little girl a small smile and softly raked her hands through her daughter's hair. "Just trust me. Okay?" To give her daughter more encouragement and hope, she kissed her on the forehead and they huddled together but even she knew that if – and that is a big IF – help did come, it would be months before that happened. If she and her daughter were to survive, they would have to attract as little as attention as possible to them.
Unfortunately, they were going to be dealt a fate far crueler than death.
Not far from the barracks rode a small group of Imperials and leading this group was the Crown Prince himself, Prince Zorzal El Caesar. Zorzal is a tall and muscular man and has short blonde hair that lays relatively flat. He is adorned in armor made of the finest bronze and a red silk cape; a typical outfit for one of his stature.
Riding slightly behind him at his right side was his favorite slave and personal fuck toy, Tyuule, the former disgraced queen of the Lagoans. Tyuule has long waist-length silver hair and fur, and she had bright red eyes. She wore a very provocative and humiliating dress that practically left her almost completely naked. This was most probably a ploy bu her…master to further degrade her and break her.
Tyuule may look indifferent but underneath all that burned an intense hatred for the Empire – especially that bastard Zorzal.
Long has she known the Saderan Emperor's desire to conquer all of Falmart under his rule but she never would have anticipated that their army would march against the Lagoans, Lupins, and the Macskans at once.
At first, the three races had the immediate advantage being physically superior to the humans and the incompetence of most of their commanders. Unfortunately, the numbers game began to take its toll on their own armies.
On the brink of defeat and total annihilation, Tyuule and the leaders of the Lupins and Macskans gathered what remained of their forces and made their last stand. The Saderan Prince appealed to them that if they surrendered to the Empire's rule, they would be allowed to live but they knew better than to trust the words of a wretched snake like him. The battle was brutal with the demi humans fighting ferociously and savagely, and wreaking terrible casualties on the Saderan Army.
Tyuule herself led the charge against the Saderans and mercilessly butchered anything and anyone that was not a Lagoan, Lupin, or Macskan. Valiantly, they fought but eventually, the Saderans slowly overwhelmed and out maneuvered them.
Defeated, Tyuule was forced to watch as the Saderans battered, raped, and enslave what remained of the three races until she was given the esteemed honor of being Zorzal's personal slave and play thing.
The Saderans thought that they had enslaved them all but unknown to them, Tyuule had ordered those that could not fight – the young, old, and wounded – to scatter to the winds and find sanctuary else where while the rest of their armies would try and hold off the Saderans for as long as they could.
After years of suffering under Zorzal's cruel hands, the Queen of the Lagoan Tribes liked to think that at least some of her people made it to safe lands and were slowly rebuilding themselves. It was only after two or three years that she learned from gossiping fat worthless bitches that Count Formal had taken in pockets of her people as well as Lupins and Macskans under his protection…after technically buying them.
Nevertheless, Tyuule knew that they were in good hands because of Count Formal's liberal views.
For years, she endured every waking hour as Prince Zorzal's pet and countless times, she resisted the almost irresistible temptation to squeeze the life out of the pig and watch as his wretched life slowly fade from his eyes but no. She needed to wait for the perfect opportunity. Killing him while he slept would be too easy. No, Tyuule wanted him and the Empire to suffer for everything that they did – innocents be damned.
Tyuule glared at the Prince, her hands clenching on the reins. She would play along, she was nothing but patient and she would wait for the opportunity to finally burn the Empire to the ground.
She may not know it yet but the opportunity for vengeance she patiently and desperately waited for would present itself in the very near future
While she was doing her duties to the Prince, a messenger had come in and told the Prince that a caravan from the Legions beyond the Gate had returned with spoils and new slaves.
Like the pig that he is, Zorzal immediately made arrangements to see the new arrivals of merchandise with Tyuule in tow.
The Lagoan Queen cared little these poor bastards but she was curious to know what kind of captives that were brought back from the Gate. She had heard from Zorzal bragging about the Empire sending several Legions through the Gate and conquer the land beyond for themselves. He even proudly declared that he will make the queen and princess of those lands be raped by his men while their helpless subjects watch.
Regardless of that, Tyuule wanted to know who these people were, where they came from and most importantly, how powerful they are. If they were, then the Empire has made a mighty enemy. One that Tyuule could use in her vengeance.
The group reached their destination and the Prince dismounted his horse with Tyuule by his side. "Is this it?" Zorzal pointed to the caged wagons.
"Yes, your Highness. This is it." One of his guards confirmed and the Crown Prince nodded before he slowly walked to the wagons, observing the cowering bastards within them.
He sneered at them. They wore very tattered and filthy clothes that were admittedly different from what he had seen but that did not matter to him. They would be sold as slaves anyway so Zorzal did not care for who and what they are.
They made the mistake of opposing the Empire's will, now they will pay the price for their defiance.
Nevertheless, the Crown Prince noted that these vermin came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. He saw that some of them had dark skin and he initially thought that they were dark elves but they lacked the distinctive ears of an elf which made them humans with dark skin. Though not exactly unheard of, it was quite exotic. What a diverse batch of slaves these were.
He continued to survey them until his eyes fell on two individuals that caught his eye: a beautiful woman and a child she was embracing; they were probably mother and child. They tried to make themselves as insignificant as possible but they failed. He gave the two a scrutinizing gaze and he felt his lust spike and grinned. Zorzal was sure that his father would not mind if he took these two for himself.
The mother would taste very good while the child? Well, it has been a while since he tasted such a young pussy. Perhaps he could make the mother watch as he ravage her young and delicious daughter.
Oh yes, he just could not wait.
"Those two." He pointed to the mother and daughter with an evil grin. "Bring them to me."
Megan's blood ran cold when the man in the fancy armor pointed at her and little Emily and immediately lunged at them.
"Get up, wench! His Royal Highness wants to see you!" The guard snarled as he and another guard forcefully pulled them out of the wagon.
"No! Please! Don't hurt us!" Megan begged before she was slapped hard on the face making her bleed.
"Mama!" Emily cried out in anguish at seeing her mother getting hurt.
"Shut up!" The guard growled before they threw the two onto the dirt with a loud thud. "Stand these bitches up for the Crown Prince!" He ordered and two more guards immediately hoisted them up.
Megan whimpered in absolute terror as blood trickled down from the cut on her cheek but she did not fear what would happen to her, but for her daughter. She did not care what these animals would do to her, she just wanted her daughter safe and unharmed. "P-Please…let my daughter go…"
The guard holding her shook her violently. "Shut you mouth, whore!" He was about to strike her again before he was stopped by a white fur covered hand holding onto his wrist. When he turned, he saw that it was Tyuule and she was glaring at him.
"If you hit her and the kid one more time, I will make to have all of you flogged this instant." Prince Zorzal threatened with a vicious smirk. "They are mine."
The Imperial Guards bowed their heads in respect, fearful of disobeying the Crown Prince. "Our apologies, Prince Zorzal."
The Prince let out an arrogant huff before he motioned Tyuule to return to him like the bitch that she was. The Lagoan Queen almost let out a raged filled growl but she managed to held it back and went back to her place.
Once she was back, Zorzal grinned in satisfaction before he walked towards the woman and the girl. Upon closer inspection, the two were quite beauties. The mother was slim and had all the right curves even she already had a child. Her legs were hidden by some skinny trousers but it was enough to give him a very sensual picture. Her bosom were quite delectable as well.
The child on the other hand was still small and developing. She reminded him of that young Dark Elf slave he had not too long ago. Oh it was so fulfilling watching her mind break from the pleasure and he could not wait to do the same to her.
Banishing those thoughts for later, Prince Zorzal walked towards them until he stood before the woman. "Oh, that looks nasty." He said with fake sincerity upon seeing the gash on her cheek. "I'm so sorry for that."
Megan trembled with fear. She did not understand a word what this guy was saying but the way his eyes roamed over her body utterly disturbed her. "…P-Please…"
Zorzal smirked as he caressed her cheeks before his hands slowly moved to her breasts and roughly squeezed them. This made her shudder and whimper. "For a mother, you have a nice pair of tits. You must be quite the bitch where you're from. I wonder how many cocks you've had shoved in your cunt." He chuckled with the guards going along with him.
Megan clenched her eyes shut trying to ignore what this monster was doing to her. She had never felt so humiliated and abused in her entire life and this was happening right in the fucking open. Still, better tis happen to her than Emily.
Just then, she felt her breasts were not being harassed any more and Megan dared to open her eyes. What she saw made her blood run cold; that pig was going towards Emily. "No! Stay away from her you son of a bitch!" She tried to struggle free but the guard's grip was too strong and she was punched in the gut for her troubles. Megan doubled over in pain, spitting out saliva and blood, and moaned in pain.
Zorzal heard the cries of the woman and that only made this so much sweeter. A mother's love truly is a fascinating thing; not long ago, she was trembling in fear and now, she is fiercely trying to fight her way to her child. It almost brings a tear to Zorzal's eyes.
Almost.
When he was in front of the child who was looking at him with wide trembling eyes, he gave a friendly smile. "And who might you be, little girl?"
Emily's legs shook uncontrollably as she stared at the big man in front of her. "P-Please mister…let u-us go…"
Zorzal chuckled before motioning the guards to step back as he walked behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders. "Don't you worry, child. I'll be sure to take very good care of you and your mother." He said while running his fingers down Emily's shoulder down her arms, making the poor girl shudder.
"M-Mommy…" Emily whimpered, begging her mother to get this man away from her.
Despite her initial fears before and the risk of further physical harm, Megan growled in rage. "Keep your fucking hands off my daughter you son of a bitch!" She roared, trying her damndest to break free but it was no use.
Zorzal laughed maniacally before letting go of the child and walked towards Tyuule. "Take them back to my Palace." He leered at them before he licked his lips. "And make sure to give them a beautiful bath."
Tyuule bowed her head. "Yes, your Highness." The Prince grinned before moving back to the horse. The Lagoan queen looked at the mother and daughter; though she was indifferent to them, she could not help but feel pity for what was about to happen to them.
LOCATION: SADERA – SADERAN SENATE BUILDING
DATE: ARBETI 06, 687 IC
TIME: 13:23:09
The Saderan Senate is the main legislative body of the Saderan Empire and has about three hundred active senators with the Emperor himself being present in most sessions. Much like the Senate of the Roman Empire, the Saderan Senate functions as the principal lawmaking body with the Emperor having the final say whether that law would be made official or not.
Technically speaking, both the Emperor and the Senate and the two main branches of their government but in actuality, it is the Emperor who holds the absolute power. As such, membership into the Senate became highly sought after by most high born individuals who craved for prestige and higher social standing rather than an actual desire for the position and its responsibilities. This is why most Senators, save for a precious few, were corrupted because they knew that with their position, they were virtually untouchable so long as they leave no evidence behind.
For what it truly is, the Saderan Senate was a pit of vipers. Each waiting for an opportunity to fatten their pockets even more.
Walking through the halls of the Senate Building was an grizzled man in his mid forties wearing Saderan Army armor. He stood at an intimidating six foot and two inches and had dark brown eyes. He possessed graying hair due to his age and his line of work. The man had four claw mark scars that ran diagonally down his face.
This man was Legion Legate Woldemar Vi Meridius, one of the most respected and capable commanders in the Saderan Military and former supreme commander of the Northern Armies.
Now, because of the actions of that bastard Prince and his stupid ambition, Meridius was stripped of his command and reduced to the rank of Imperial Legate because he did his fucking job magnificently and the Prince felt jealous of his accomplishments in his idiotic war.
Now usually, he was used to seeing self entitled fuckers stealing the credit from those that truly deserved it. He should know; this sort of thing happened to him as well on several occasions. This time however, was something he considered totally unacceptable.
He was a soldier of the Empire and had served her loyally even when the avarice of those in power slowly choked the life of the people for their own benefit. That slowly made him realize that the wars the Empire had been fighting was not for the sake of unifying the continent under one fair and just rule, but to conquer it in the name of tyranny.
It was only after the conquest and subsequent enslavement of the Lagoans, Lupins, and Macskans did Meridius began to lose faith in the Empire. If one were to ask him, that war was completely unnecessary and cost the lives of thousands of men all because of the Crown Prince's hubris and desire for gratification.
Not to mention of the atrocities committed by their armies upon the innocent whether they were demi humans or not.
When the battle was over and everything was said and done, Meridius would have been better off to just drink this away with a few barrels of wine but instead, he was discredited as a coward and an incompetent commander that cost the Army thousands of lives before Prince Zorzal came in and straightened things out.
This whole thing got even worse when some of the officers supported Prince Zorzal's claims. They were most likely promised a huge sum of money or a higher position in the Army to secure their cooperation. Whatever the reason may be, the damage was already done to the great commander's reputation with people spitting on his good name.
Before things got out of hand, Emperor Molt put a stop to this madness because most of the Imperial Army, who looked up to Meridius, was ready to defend him. In order to appease everyone, Molt had him demoted to the rank of Legion Legate and had stripped him of his command.
Just thinking about it made Meridius' blood boil in anger and disgust. He suffered through such humiliation and disgrace because of the actions of a brute for a Crown Prince. If he was going to be honest with himself, Meridius would like nothing more than to run his sword through that fucker's chest and be done with it. Oh, he knows what that monster does in his spare time and it disgusts him. He also blamed the Emperor for not doing anything to curb his son's monstrous tendencies.
Because of all of this, Meridius had lost all faith in the government and was only in the Army to serve the Saderan people. It was the only true reason he had left to stick around in this field of shit.
Shaking his head, Meridius decided that he could brood about past wrongs later. For now, he was rather interested on why he was summoned here in the first place. The summons was not really that specific as it only stated that the Emperor ordered him to report to the Senate Building immediately.
Meridius had half a mind to just tear the summons to pieces, throw them into the fire, and spend the day with his wife and young son. Alas, he knew better than to disobey a direct order from the Emperor and here he was. Still though?, he could not help but feel a little bit curious on why a Legion Legate was needed in a Senate hearing.
Just as he rounded a corner, he spotted an old acquaintance of his. "Greetings, Marquis Casel El Tiberius, I'm glad to see you here." Meridius nodded at the Marquis who returned his nod.
Marquis Tiberius is a middle aged man with an aged face and black shoulder length hair. His eyes were dark brown and wore a toga.
"Greeting to you as well, Legion Legate Meridius. I wish we had time to talk but we have even more pressing matters to attend to." He motioned for Meridius to walk with him to the Senate Chambers as he did. "I assume you know what's going on?"
Meridius shook his head. "No, the summons I received earlier did not give me a reason other than the Emperor demanded it."
Tiberius sighed. "It seems that they neglected to inform you."
"About what?" Meridius asked with a raised brow.
"You do remember that over a month ago, the Gate had opened again for the first time in centuries?"
Meridius nodded. Like many others, he was also shocked to learn of this. "I do. It was a foolish decision to send an invasion force to conquer the lands beyond. I also remember being asked to lead them through. I declined…I did not want a repeat of what happened to me before." He basically spat out.
Casel chuckled. "Be careful, my friend. The Emperor wouldn't take kindly to your words even if you are our greatest commander."
The Legion Legate brushed the warning aside, not really caring. "You still have not told me what is going on."
It was here that Casel's expression turned grim. "A few hours ago, legionaries from the invasion force came back with trinkets and captured slaves from beyond the Gate."
At this, Meridius expression did not change. Slavery was common in the Empire and he knew that captured enemies were either executed or sold into slavery. "And?"
"Those legionaries were all that were left of the invasion force."
"What?" Meridius stopped mid stride and looked at the Marquis in shock. "What do you mean they were all that were left?"
Casel sighed. "Even I had the same reaction, my friend. Out of the forty thousand men that began the invasion, only seventeen came back and some of them had suffered horrible injuries. Seven legions were lost in just a few hours."
Meridius' eyes hardened but he was still reeling in shock. Seven legions were gone just like that if he were to believe what was being told to him. But how was that possible? What could possibly be capable of destroying seven legions that quickly?
Okay, that was a moot point. There were many things that could destroy seven legions and even the Imperial Army itself. An example would be the dreaded Flame Dragon but he doubted there were some beyond the Gate…or at least, he hoped so.
"Do you know what caused that?" The Legion Legate asked.
"Nothing conclusive yet but I've heard rumors that they had stumbled upon amazing and at the same time, terrifying." Casel said. "But I think we'll find out shortly."
"I hope so."
The two entered the Senate Chambers that were already filled with Senators all chatting about trying to figure out just what the fuck had happened; no doubt they too have heard the rumors. At the front of the chamber sat Emperor Augustus himself and to his left was Grand Magister Direlus who sported a very troubled expression.
Meridius took note of that before he and Casel took their respective seats. It was not long before the Emperor called for silence so he may speak.
"My friends, I know you are wondering why I have called this meeting and I know that some of you had heard the rumors. I am here to tell you now that we face something that threatens our very way of life." Molt declared, having everyone's complete attention. "More than a month ago, we learned that the Gate had reopened for the first time in centuries and we agreed to send an expeditionary force through to bring the inhabitants there under our just and fair rule." At that, Meridius and some Senators scoffed silently but made no outward indication that they did. "But our noble forces were immediately attacked even after Imperial Legate Teritus announced their intentions for peace."
Most of the Senators and Military officials immediately bought this and were angrily muttering to themselves about getting some payback but those who knew just what kind of a man Teritus is were rolling their eyes. He would never go for something peaceful.
"It is my deepest regret to find out that at the conclusion of this unprovoked surprise attack, seven legions were lost with only seventeen able to make it back home." Molt continued and the entire Senate exploded in shock and anger.
Meridius scowled deeply. So it was true that seven legions were lost. He felt sympathy because he knew some of the men there but now he wanted to know just what kind of enemy Molt had foolishly gotten them involved with.
"Your highness, we cannot let this go unanswered!" An Imperial officer shouted. "We must avenge our fallen and show these barbarians the righteous might and justice of the Empire!" Many Senators shouted their agreements.
Molt held up his hand for silence and everyone quieted down in a few seconds. "Believe me, my friends, I am inclined to agree and avenge our fallen sons and brothers but we must first find out more about this new enemy." Molt turned to Grand Magister Direlus. "Grand Magister, please share with us what have you uncovered."
Direlus rose from his seat and made his way to the center of the chamber as he chanted for a spell. Once he reached the center of the chamber and his enchantment was finished, a magic circle formed and the chamber was filled with smoke.
"We face something far greater than anything we have ever faced before, Senators." Derilus said as he manipulated the smoke to show a flag with red and white stripes with a collection of stars to its upper left side with a dark blue background. "Thanks to the information I and my fellow mages have acquired, I now know the name of our new adversary – the United States of America, a nation of immense power and strength. So much so that their peers consider them a superpower."
Some were curious about what that meant. "What does that mean, Grand Magister?" A Senator asked.
"When a nation's economy and military power becomes so great that they can project their influence and dominance over their entire world, they are considered a superpower." Derilus explained. "And as of now, America is the only nation beyond the Gate that is considered a superpower."
That left everyone in the chamber rattled. To think that they had attacked a nation of such power and might that they reign supreme over their world. Even Meridius was slightly unnerved of that prospect.
A laugh from one Senator gained everyone's attention. "Bah! This superpower horse shit is all rubbish. You make them appear as they are unstoppable and unbeatable but I know in my bones that if they come here, we will defeat them and make them pay for their transgressions!" Some Senators actually agreed with him.
Derilus looked at him with hard eyes before he wordlessly dispersed the image of the flag and showed to them all something that effectively shut them up. It was something that could be described as the Underworld itself as a terrible army of blackened men with devil red eyes and giant monsters marched over a barren and destroyed field.
The Senators shuddered at the carnage that was being shown to them. How a small group of their soldiers massacred fleeing civilians with their staves. How their metal beasts crushed those that tried to run beneath them. How their metal dragons swooped in and burned everything.
Derilus then showed them a massive metal bird that flew so high up into the heavens that they were in awe before many small objects began dropping from its belly down towards a very large city below. What happened next made all of them, even Molt, gasp in horror as those small objects exploded by the hundreds and literally burned the city to the ground. The scary thing was that there were thousands of those metal birds swarming the skies.
"Tell me, Senator, after seeing all that, could you possibly say that we can beat them now?" Where there was no reply, he continued. "They control beasts and monstrosities capable of untold destruction and misery – their armies sweeping across everything that dare oppose them." Derilus then displayed this army rampaging over a city – killing and raping the inhabitants there who begged for mercy but their pleas were ignored. "Like a terrible storm, they ravage everything in their path until there is nothing left and we are their next targets."
The Grand Magister dispersed the clouds and momentarily looked at all the Senators who were all effectively frightened before he returned to his seat. He could not blame them for he too felt untold fear grip his heart when he first saw these monsters in action.
Meridius could feel the sweat pouring down his temples and his heart pounding in his chest. Never had he seen so much destruction and carnage of that scale before. This…America was something to be feared and it had just set its sights on the Empire. He cursed Molt more than ever for ever thinking that it was a good idea to invade through the Gate!
"My friends…we face the single most dangerous threat our great Empire has ever encountered." Molt spoke seeing as everyone was scared stiff just as he had expected. "Our freedom, our very way of life is at risk. We reached out to them in the name of peace and cooperation and they repaid our offer of friendship by slaughtering our envoys. Now they have set their sights on us and plan to destroy everything we have bled and toiled for. So I ask you…will we allow them?"
As he spoke, the Senators began to feel emboldened by his words. Who did these animals think they were to insult the Empire like this? Did they think that given how powerful they may be that the Saderans will simply kneel before them like a cowed bitch? Well, they have another thing coming.
With a resounding shout, the Senators cursed these aggressors.
"Emperor Molt, what shall we do?" A Senator, Cicero La Moltose, asked. "We should mobilize our armies at once before they get a chance to cross the Gate!" He said with many voicing their agreement including Meridius.
He may not agree with almost every single one of the people here but he knew that they needed to get ready fast in order to stand a chance. He still blamed Molt for getting them into this mess but he can worry about that later…or when he was dead.
It was here that Casel decided to say his piece. "I may not always agree with Senator Moltose but he is right. For us to have a chance, we need to act quickly." Like Meridius, he blamed Molt for all of this but there was no time for that now. He knew better than to trust Molt but this time, he could not afford a division within the Senate if this was true. He was only going along with this for the safety of his country, his people, and family. "But who would lead our forces against such an enemy?"
At his question, many military officers and Senators were volunteering for the daunting task. No doubt they desired the fame and riches that would be given to them once they defeated the American menace. Meridius crossed his arms, realizing the true reason he was summoned here – Molt wanted him to lead the armies again.
"I thank you for your willingness to defend our great nation against this great threat but I am afraid that we need the very best to command our brave troops into this war." Molt turned to Meridius with a small smile. "And who better than to lead our armies to victory that Woldemar Vi Meridius."
This decision caused some mixed reaction from the Senate. Some actually agreed that Meridius should lead the armies but some argued that he should not be given command because of his rank.
Meridius himself was indifferent with the decision. Oh he will fight but not for the glory of the Empire but for the people. In his eyes, the government was too corrupted to be worth saving. He will do what is required of him and no more than that.
"My friends, please." The Emperor said as everyone quieted down. "This is not the time for us to squabble about. I understand your concerns but I believe Meridius is just the man for the task. After all, he has proven it time and tine again in the past why he is considered by many as one of the most brilliant commanders in the Army." All of the Senators and Military officials, even those that did not like Meridius, agreed on that one and did not have an argument for it so Molt continued. "So, to rectify your concerns, I hereby appoint Woldemar Vi Meridius to the rank of Consul and name him as the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Army." There were many muttering about but none raised their voice to oppose the declaration for the rank of Consul was only given in a time of great danger.
Meridius stood up from his seat and bowed. "I thank you for this honor, your highness. Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to repel these barbarians and make them pay for their insult." Oh he knew that this was an obvious ploy to get back at his good graces but who was he to deny being an Imperial Legate again.
"Then it is decided." Molt slowly stood up from his throne as all eyes laid upon him. "Assemble the army!"
Loud cheers erupted from his proclamation with everyone chanting for war but Meridius was not in a festive mood. He knew that this will be the bloodiest war in history…but he had no other choice but to defend his people.
He looked at the Emperor who was soaking up all the cheers from almost everyone and scowled. In fact, he would not put it past the Emperor to have fabricated this whole thing to his benefit to get the Senate on his side. "You act like you've already won, Molt, but you know as well as I do you've made a very grave mistake. One day, you will regret your actions…we all will."
LOCATION: NEW YORK – LAGUARDIA AIRPORT
DATE: MAY 28, 2035
TIME: 10:01:58
(Play Star Wars The Clone War (2002) (PS2) OST – Track 00 "Main Theme" AKA Star Wars Ep 2 OST – Begun The Clone War Has)
LaGuardia Airport is one of the busiest airports in New York City located in the northern part of the New York City borough of Queens in the United States. The airport is approximately six hundred and eighty acres large, more than adequate for an airport of its class.
LaGuardia caters some pretty heavy commercial traffic come in and out of its terminals but unfortunately, under current circumstances, the airport would not be able to accommodate further civilians flights for the foreseeable future for it was commandeered by the U.S. Military.
Instead of commercial airliners lining the tarmacs, it was military aircrafts, vehicles, and personnel. Dozens UH-60 Black Hawks, CH-47 Chinooks, AH-64 Apaches, and the Army's version of the V-22 Osprey, the AV-22B Osprey were formed up on the tarmacs while others were coming in from U.S. bases in the area carrying troops and supplies. Hundreds of troops were also in formation on the tarmacs as they awaited further instructions from the officers.
C-17 Globemaster IIIs, C-5M Super Galaxies, and C-130J Super Hercules were taxiing out of the runways and into the hangars fully loaded with troops, supplies, and vehicles. At the Western corner of the airport, Hangar 7 of the airport was converted into the main barracks and headquarters of Special Mission Units of the Joint Special Operations Command and its assets.
The waters that surround Manhattan island was also bustling with activity with warships from the 4th Fleet patrolling it and escorting numerous supply ships filled to the brim with supplies, personnel, and vehicles to port. In New York Harbor, two America-Class Amphibious Assault Ships, the USS Esperance and the USS Solomon, from Task Force Guardian were docked and were unloading Marines and combat vehicles from the II Marine Expeditionary Force.
The Marines came out of the ships in the hundreds as they marched onto land with their boots echoing with each step. Numerous M1A3 Abrams tanks, LAV-25s, AAV-P7/A1s, and M142 HIMARS were also being unloaded for the Marines will be the ones responsible in securing a foothold beyond the Gate once everything was set and ready.
In North Bergen Yard, soldiers were working tirelessly to unshackle and unload the newly arrived shipment of over one hundred tanks and APCs from a freight train. There were also convoys of military trucks and transports coming in from bases all over the country.
The skies of New York were also littered with news chopped from various networks reporting live of the massive buildup of troops and hardware as the entire world watched. Of course, they were safely reporting outside the designated no fly zone imposed by the U.S. Military. The U.S. was ready for a war it never wanted against an unexpected foe but upon their very soil, the Saderans spilled their blood and forced their hands.
In time, they will realize what they had foolishly unleashed and when the time came…
Well, there are really no other words to say it but they are fucked.
AN:
All right, I know it 's been a long time but life got to me, you know. A fuck ton of projects, reports, case studies, not to mention finals was just right around the corner so I really had no time to write. When everything was done and I could finally devote my time to writing, life decided to be a bitch again and my laptop crashed taking all my files with it. A real heartbreaker because I was over 17k words into the chapter because I wanted it to be a treat for being away for so long.
And this wasn't what was originally planned but I think this feels better anyway. An insight to the Saderan side.
Anyway, here's what I wanted to show here. That the Empire started off as a good thing before their hubris and corruption slowly turned them this way. Slavery is still widely accepted as Meridius didn't bat an eye to it. Zorzal is a disgusting monster and an idiot. Molt bending everything to his benefit and making the US look like they were the bad guys and using what Derilus had learned to sway the Senate to his side in supporting the war. Meridius having lost faith in his government and only fights for the people. And to show the readers that maybe just maybe the Saderans have a fighting chance until I show them the US build up and who the hell the Saderans fucked with.
Oh, and before I forget. You might've noticed the dates I used for the Saderans. That's because I took the liberty of making them a calendar. Here's what I got. 12 months in a year. 386 days in a year. 8 days in a week. One day is 25.17 hours. And the week days are Hudall, Zepha, Sacha, Jeha, Adriel, Geilaph, Seriel, and Arah in that order. I've also given each months some meaning to the Saderans and patron gods.
Here, check it out:
Gratis – Month of Welcoming/ Birth - Flare, Miritta, Zufmuut
Virgi – Month of Purity - Deldort, Zufmutt
Pragena – Month of Fertility - Miritta
Arbeti – Month of Labor - Duncan
Kosha – Month of Harvest - Wareharun
Fülle – Month of Wealth - Wareharun, Duncan, Lunaryur
Disgia – Month of Hardships - Emroy, Palapon, Hardy
Maeto – Month of Mourning - Hardy, Emroy, Palapon
Renoma – Month of Glory - Emroy, Lunaryur, Flare
Adrex – Month of Wisdom - Elange, Ral
Oleni – Month of Enlightenment - Ral, Elange
Pazum – Month of Peace - Zufmuut, Deldort
Also, could some of you help me with something. I've been trying to find the process od how a soldier is promoted. I've been researching it but I'm having trouble understanding it. Trainalf is helping me but I'm still having trouble. If someone could give me some insight to the procedures, I'd appreciate it.
Anyway, tell me what you think about the latest chapter, guys.
