The Farosi
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AN: This is an Epilogue, go and read chapter Eleven first.
Epologue
By the steering wheel of his flagship, the FWS Royalty, Lord Admiral Greenman, the commander of the Farosi Fleet in Westeros, stood tall and proud, his sky blue uniform well cleaned and the sword at his waist ready. It wouldn't be likely that they would actually have to worry about enemy boarding actions but he always liked to be prepared. He knew that his legacy had already been garaunteed, it was his old ship, the first ship he had served as captain on, the FWS Collier, that he had drawn Farsos into Westerosi affairs. He had been on patrol when a sudden storm picked up and had blown his ship far across the sea towards Westeros. They were able to put in for repairs at Lannisport, Lord Tywin had asked to see him and the man appeared annoyed that they were there by accident and the mysterious land of Farsos had no interest in trading with the Westerosi. They had loaded all of their supplies, the repairs had been finished and they were about to head out when, what he had assumed, pirates attacked the port. Under the law they were required to protect civilians from pirate attacks so he ordered the cannons loaded and they entered the battle, destroying half a dozen longships and fighting off hundreds of enemy boarders, the deck was slick with blood by the end of it and two out of every ten of his men were killed but they won the day. After that he had to speak with Lord Tywin again and promised him that he would set sail for Farsos and petition the Senate to support him against the Ironborn. In truth the last thing he wanted was Farsos to get pulled into a foreign war but he was a man of his word. He was surprised the king and the Senate agreed to enter the war and Farosi troops fought to take back the Iron Islands, the king himself leading them. Farosi cannons bombarded the Ironborn from the shore at Fair Isle while half a dozen frigates and a battleship, including the Collier, fought in the naval battle as well.
That had been many years ago and, now as an Admiral, he was about to take part in the opening of another war. His current fleet numbered fifteen ships, three battleships, the Collier, True Queen's Sword and the Renegade, and ten frigates, Prince Miccal, Serdera's Daughter, Serenity, Ruddy Girl, Grasshopper, Miners Son, Hamlin, King Jasper, Rightful and the Iron Hand. The last three of them were the new steam powered ships which had large paddles on either side so they could sail against the wind. Each of his battleships was armed with a hundred cannons, fifty on either side, and four at the front. The normal frigates had forty guns, twenty on each side, and another two at the front. The steam powered ships had reduced firepower at only fifteen guns on each side and four at the front but they could still do their job. Another forty warships were based at the Mid Isles, halfway between the Arbor and Farsos, and soon they would be sailing to join his fleet, he would be responsible with commanding the seas around this continent so the army could do their job.
His fleet was positioned in a line just within cannons range before the main harbour of the Arbor where the vast Arbor Fleet was at anchor. Their movement was causing no suspicion, Lord Redwyne believed that they would be performing exercises that day so their was no problem with them sailing past that morning as the sun rose. Through his telescope Admiral Greenman watched the sailors on their ships carrying out maintenance work, he then looked towards the hills overlooking the harbour and just managed to make out the Farosi artillerymen and their infantry escorts moving the last of their cannons into position. Over the course of the last night the rest of the Eighth Corps had been moved into position to sieze all of the major hold fasts on the island at the same time so no one could organise a counter attack.
'Sir,' Brevet Admiral Gerik, his second in command, said to him, 'all the ships are in position.'
Gerik had been his friend for years, he had been a Lieutenant on the Collier but served as Commander after the original Commander had been killed in a boarding action.
'Good,' he said, snapping shut his telescope, 'now we just need to wait for the ground sloggers to actually do their jobs.'
'Yes sir,' he responded with a chuckle. 'Do you see the irony in this?'
'I suppose so. Years ago we were ambushed at port, now we're doing the ambushing.'
'It's all for the right reason isn't it?'
'Conquest, it's an excuse for conquest.'
'Better our king ruling Westeros than some barbarian over here.'
'True. Still, conquest is conquest.'
Suddenly a red firework exploded in the sky above the harbour. It was the signal.
'Alright. Fire at will.'
'All gunners!' Gerik shouted. 'Fire at will!'
The fifty cannons facing the Redwyne Fleet opened up, the other ships following at once. With so many enemy ships packed so close together there was little chance of missing. At the same time the cannons overlooking the harbour fired as well, cannon balls from the ships and shells from the land tore into the enemy ships, a fire started and in minutes they were shooting into an inferno and burning ships collided and began to sink. The few crew members aboard were evicerated and, in less than an hour, the Redwyne fleet was gone.
The United Kingdom of Farsos characters:
Radwen, the Princess of Farsos, and heir to the Emerald Throne. Ambassador to the court of King Robert Baratheon. Betrothed to Lieutenant Jon Snow.
Colonel Donnah, commander of the Miltary Police Detachment in Kings Landing.
Brigadier Curn, commander of the Embassy Guard and Farosi Military garrison in Kings Landing.
Captain Lowhill, commander of the 21st Regiment of Light Horses Third Company.
Captain Howmer, commander of Princess Radwen's Royal Guard company.
Jon Snow, a Lieutenant of Light Horse. Bastard son of Eddard Stark, Warden of the North (in truth the son of Prince Rhaegar and Lady Lyanna).
Samwell Tarly, a Lieutenant of His Majesties Army Engineers, assigned to assist building work in the Farosi District.
Sergeant Osoni, Jon Snow's second in command.
Corporal Donley, Jon Snow's third in command.
AN: Thanks for reading. Please review, let me know what you think and I'll see you all soon for Book Two, The Princesses War.