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Chapter 5

It is now day 5 of Operation Troy, 5 days since the first wave of Coalition troops proceeded to enter through the large Romanesque gate which appeared near the town of Mougins in Southern France, and as always due to military censors interested in protecting national security but we will tell you what we know. The French government released a statement earlier this morning indicating that the small diplomatic force detached to begin negotiations with the natives had indeed made contact, but was unable to begin the negotiation process. In response the Coalition elected to send a small unit of French Foreign Legion soldiers to help shore up the contingent of British Special Air Service Forces that had accompanied the two representatives yesterday as a security detail aimed at providing them protection. The Coalition forces intend to begin the process of negotiation today, but that may be subject to change should relations with the natives stagnate or begin to deteriorate, with the elected representatives assigned to the Coalition expected to receive a private audience with the ruler of the native inhabitants of this settlement. According to Coalition representatives the time in which the negotiations can begin & be finished will heavily affect when they may begin training local troops as well as when they can deem the area safe enough for U.N humanitarian groups and Red Cross medical teams to begin administering aid to the local populace. Unfortunately since the situation has only just recently begun to unfold we can only tell you the speculations made by Coalition leaders, but rest assured we intend to continue to cover this story as long as Canadian troops are involved in it.

In other news...

CBC Morning Report 9:13 am September 2nd, 2018

Attack on Titan Universe 12:30 pm September 2nd, 2018

King Fritz was accustomed to many things at his life, he was naturally accustomed to the being king, he was accustomed to the idea that he resided in the last known human settlement of their world and the pressures such a prospect brought, he was accustomed to the seemingly endless requests from the Survey Corps to launch expeditions outside the parts of the settlement that remained in human control, and he was now accustomed to the light rationing he endured as a result of losing Shinganshina. However one thing that the king was not accustomed to, and had not intention of being any time soon, was that of people coming to his castle uninvited who were in any position which did not give him the immediate advantage. Yet this was the situation that he found himself in as he sat at the head of a small table traditionally set aside for private one on one meetings with individual members of the nobility, now it was being used for a different purpose. International diplomacy and all of the difficulties that went with it. It was with this in mind that Fritz once again gazed across the room towards the two representatives that sat at the opposite end of the table he was at and the guards that they'd brought with them for their protection. The silence that currently rested within the room was almost suffocating as it created a sort of this miasma that was fueled by a combination of the summer heat, the tension of the situation, and the fact that it was highly likely that neither side wanted to make a move that might upset the other party. And it was in this silence that the two parties had sat for what must've been approximately 5 minutes, the culmination of two worlds that were previously divided by a wall of separation being suddenly and forcefully thrown together.

"Sir" one of the representatives from the other end, a Monsieur Foche if Fritz recalled correctly, stated subsequently breaking the wall of silence that had developed between the two parties causing all of the eyes in the room to fall upon him before he continued.

"Monsieur, may we begin?" If there was one thing that Fritz had noticed, and was subsequently thankful for, it was these visitors from another world were not able to speak in a tongue different to his own. While being no means entirely of the same linguistic pattern as the native high Tyserian* which was spoken in the royal court, or even the lower and more common form of it spoken in the outer sections of the city, it had enough in common so that there was no need for either side to provide an intermediary when talking. However, if he did indeed have to choose between the two gentlemen sitting near him he found that he could understand a good deal more of what the man in the more formal looking attire said than his companion in what looked to be some sort of cloth based military uniform.

'Can't imagine why he would bother wearing that at all, it would provide him no protection from any swords, spears, or even a lowly knife' Fritz thought as he turned to the subject of the rather menacing man who stood next to the negotiator who sat at the foot of the royal negotiating table. It was with this on his mind that Fritz lazily waved his right hand to signal for one of his aides to respond by stepping from his previously hidden spot diagonally behind the throne to address their guests.

"Yes, we may" the aide answered causing the man sitting across from Fritz to pull out what looked to be a large black book with an incredibly thick front & back cover before opening it to reveal several loose leaf pages inside of it.

"Well then your majesty might I say that it's a great honor to be able to meet with you so that we may properly discuss the way in which my government may aid your people" Monsieur Foche replied as he began to begin sorting out the papers in what looked to be the order in which he intended to hand them off to Fritz's aides. Fritz's response to this small delay was with the quiet patience that he'd come to perfect during his reign, it helped enforce the idea that he was the all knowing ruler of his people and as such had been gifted by the wall with superhuman amounts of patience and kindness. It also helped him to always have an edge over all the nobles who came to see him; as his patience and trade mark calm stare made it difficult to some, but for most impossible, to have any hope of understanding what was on their king's mind. Truth be told it had also served Fritz well when he was forced to deal with the more dull duties that came with being a ruler, giving him the rare luxury of being able to day dream for short periods of time when the nobles were mindlessly arguing amongst themselves or praising him to the point of boredom.

"Your majesty" a voice calmly said, causing Fritz to leave his thoughts and look to his right to see his aide holding a part of the document next to him, waiting for him to reach over and take it.

"Thank you" he replied taking it and beginning to attempt to read through the typical drivel that was any opening line of any political document he'd ever seen. For it's incredible size the document looked to contain very little noteworthy information once one got past the beginning few lines, this seemed to be because everything was written in two paragraphs but Fritz was only able to make out what the bottom of the two said. Most of the opening document looked to be regarding things such as terms of travel, temporary aid from these new forces, along with the question as to where all of these outsiders would be put up during their stay in the walls. As more and more of the document was gradually fed to him Fritz found himself listening to the wild ramblings of the man sitting opposite to him less and less, that was until he read over the last two on the last page of the document. The first of these two clauses spoke of how these outsiders intended to use their own military forces to "help" Fritz own military fight off the titans, with the already obvious gap between the two in weaponry to say such an involvement was undesirable was to make an understatement, however the second was even more concerning than the first. According to this second clause it made room for the recruitment of soldiers from the Cadet Corps for training using the weapons of these outsiders to establish the trade of military arms between the two factions as soon as the conflict was over, and naturally this did not sit well with Fritz, after all there had been an obvious reason that following the overthrow & murder of his predecessor he'd made every effort to army the military based on loyalty rather than skill. The arming of the Cadet Corps with the weapons these outsiders had brought with them would throw all that in jeopardy, making it so that for the first time in his reign Fritz was not three steps ahead of any potential rebels that may be in his camp, making the currently theoretical threat of a military coup a much more likely reality.

"Monsieur, is there something wrong?" Monsieur Foche asked, causing Fritz to look up from the peace of paper he was currently reading to face the speaker.

"Yes there is, here it says that you would like to not only use your own forces to aide in our struggle but also begin training our forces in similar forms of warfare" Fritz began, expecting that like much of the nobility he was forced to deal with everyday the combination of his tone and annunciation would indicate his displeasure of the idea.

"Your Majesty, I am sorry but I fail to see the problem with specific bit of the arrangement. We will provide military aid to your forces and then train a generation of your forces so that you can be prepared to fight when we're inevitably forced to leave this place" Monsieur Foche replied, casing Fritz to let out a sigh due to the fact he'd have to explain what he thought was obvious.

"Monsieur Foche the problem is not the forces you intend to use, but rather the forces you intend to leave behind" Fritz replied, causing his fellow negotiator to look to the man who stood beside him in bewilderment.

"What forces" he eventually replied causing Fritz to give off another sigh before continuing.

"The units that you intend to train from my populace" Fritz replied, the boredom in his tone preventing Foche from understanding how much the idea displeased the king.

"Your majesty, these forces would be trained by us with the sole intention of serving you & the people of your settlement, they would of no threat to you or your government" Foche answered, hoping that this fairly simple matter in the negotiating process would not be the cause for the entire derailment of the proceeding so far.

"So you say, but how can I be sure that there is no secret agenda that your rulers are planning? And that the minute you finish training these units they will won't overthrow me and install a glorified puppet in my place?" Fritz replied causing a sort of tension once again return to the room. Foche, however, had come to this whole preceding with his government on speed dial should something like this occur and truth be told it wasn't surprising. Foche had see men like the one standing in front of him many a time throughout his several years as a member of the French Foreign Service; he'd seen many African, Middle Eastern, and Latin American leaders who, despite there attempts to present themselves as rulers of the people, were nothing more than glorified megalomaniacs hungry for power. In the short amount of time he'd been here Foche had suspected that the ruler of these people might be the same as those dictators he'd seen before, he'd even hoped against it, but as he now realized it to be the truth he knew he'd have to think fast in order to keep the currently fragile peace intact.

"If you're so concerned about the loyalty of these troops, may I ask what you would have in mind as to regards to how these units should be organized and run?" Foche asked, effectively putting the ball in the king's corner, forcing him to come up with an idea to solve he problem he'd created. Unfortunately this question did not stun the king, in fact it seemed as though it played directly into his hand, much to the surprise of Foche.

"Actually I do have several ideas that I would greatly appreciate if they were meet" the king answered before one of his assistants handed him a small scroll, which Foche assumed the so called "requests" were written on.

"The first is that these units that are trained or lead by your officers are put under the constant supervision of a royal officer loyal to me, his duty will be to report any & all goings on or conversations he catches as a way to look for any signs of descent against me" he began before moving onto the next term.

"None of these units may visit either your nation or any of your camps outside of this city without their request being personally signed by the military commander in charge of the district they're station in and no more than 5 of these units may be on leave at a time and no more than 2 can leave the city for no longer than 5 days"

"If any of these soldiers die, retire, or are arrested they must be ceremonial discharged from their unit's service before being re-initiated into our forces; any living soldiers of these units who refuse to do so must sell all their possessions and move themselves, along with their loved one's, and their families from this city within 2 weeks time or they will be arrested as trespassing upon royal property"

"I would like at least one of my military advisors & a royal officers upon ever military council called by you or one of your allies call to discuss any matters regarding troop movement; be it in an offensive, defensive, or neutral manner" with that Fritz handed the demands over to Foche who took them and after briefly skimming them handed it to Hastings who began to skim it himself.

"What about the possibility of trade between our nations?" Foche inquired, attempting to return the two parties to a more level footing.

"That issue may be discussed at a later date, right now I solely wish to destroy these menaces which are assaulting my people" Fritz replied, causing Foche to let off an internal sigh of relief.

'Then we may still be able to trade with them after all the fighting is finished' he thought hopefully, however he wouldn't have been so optimistic if he knew what the man sitting opposite of him was thinking.

"So are these requests plausible for you and your superiors?" Fritz asked, causing Foche to be shaken from his personal thoughts.

"I cannot say immediately, but if you allow us to briefly adjourn then I may be able to contact my government to see how many of these requests we may be able to fulfill" Foche replied.

"Well then good day to you sir, I hope to see you tomorrow so that we may finish these affairs and start down the long road which lies ahead of us" with that the king rose, his entourage bowed, and he left the room followed by them. This left the two Coalition dignitaries and their delegation alone in the room, allowing them to begin to talking amongst themselves.

"Do you truly believe that these are 'requests'? They seemed to be nothing more than glorified demands, and the man who gives them seems to be nothing more than a glorified despot who cares little for his people" Hastings asked as Foche rose from his seat and began to leave the room.

"I know, but it would neither benefit us or the people he rules over if we should begin fighting his forces regardless as to how short the conflict may be" Foche began only to add before exiting.

"I will inquire with my government as to how many, if any, of these terms can be met" with that the two exited the room, intent on filling out the reports before sending them back to their respective superiors in Paris & London.

Presidential Palace, Paris, France 8:30 Western European Time

It had been several hours since a staff member of President Emmanuel Macron had delivered him the cable they'd received in regards to the negotiations being conducted with the native populace of this most recently discovered settlement on this foreign world, needless to say that it did not appear to have gone as well as he had hoped. It appeared as though the rule of the natives here was paranoid to say the least and as such had detailed as series of "requests" which he'd bene told by his informant on the ground an air of being glorified demands. On the surface they weren't too harsh; they didn't demand payments of foreign aid, the unlimited selling of arms, the penning of an alliance which force France to blindly approve and support anything & everything done by the settlement's government, or even the creation of trade which was incredibly one sided. It was just that it seemed to leave a lot unsaid in the extremely broad terms it described.

"These terms on their own aren't the problem, it's the fact that they leave a large gateway for modification due to such loose terms that should be the main point of conern Mr. President" Foche had replied when Macron had asked why the terms were so discouraging. But in the end he had also taken care to add one thing.

"If we desire any hope of being able to help these people with their government's consent it would be best if we agreed to sign on most of the requests, for I do not think that any citizens would dare go against their king with the strangle hold he has on power"

'The republic cannot afford a repeat of the war like the one in Indochina where we fought not just a visible enemy but an invisible one as well, as such if I wish to guarantee the protection of the aid workers & prevent a long three faction war of attrition I have little choice, I must sign' Macron thought and proceeded to remove his fountain pen its place on the desk to sign the now more formal looking list of requests, not entirely as to what he, the nation of France, or the Coalition he'd so pain stakingly put together were getting themselves into.

*Tyserian=The language spoken by the people in the AOT universe, is a mixture of French, German, and English with a heavier focus of French & German

Hey everyone,

Before I end this chapter I would like to remind all of you that the next chapter will be when the training of the 104th will begin so make sure to cast your votes to influence the length of time I devote to their training. I would also like to remind you guys that writing fewer chapters will mean that chapters will probably have to be longer to compensate for this, but regardless feel free to vote how you please. I will allow for two weeks to pass before I begin writing the chapter at which the poles will close, so this should give you guys roughly until June 11th to continue voting so don't be afraid to let your voice be heard. Finally I would once again like to thank all the readers who elected to read this far into this fanfic and I hope that you have found this chapter to also satisfy your taste for fiction. I look forwards to reading the votes from you all and adapting my story accordingly, but before I go here's one last update on the voting so far.

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