2014

Londinium

The CBC (Commonwealth Broadcasting Company)

After an unscheduled meeting with General Zettour, the Dacian was sent to a northern POW camp but apparently escaped and arrived at the Osfjord. It is thought he had discovered the plan of the invasion and was trying to warn the Entente Alliance of it.

Other scholars have debated this, finding it suspicious that he gets sent to the POW camp closest to the northern front after meeting with a high-ranking general. To support the suspiciousness of Dacian's arrival is a board found in the general staff's office that seemed to indicate that the general staff was betting on time frames.

The sections used included "US" and "Poor Bastard" (believed to represent the Dacian due to the circled time frames line up with when the Dacian arrived at the different locations), with Zettour seeming to have bet more than most of the officers.

The oddest thing about the board was the name of what is believed to be a girl's name on the board as well, but the connection of the name to the general staff has not been found.

In support he tried to support the Entente. A newspaper was released in the Entente Alliance, the Francois Republic, and the Commonwealth, whose headline was "Zettour is going to Pay," with the Dacian shaking hands with members of the council of ten.

November 30, 1924-December 1, 1924

Osfjord

Alexander Anton

This is getting out of control. After leaving the POW camp, I could walk most of the way. But the straight proved tricky since, according to most documents, I was an escaped Prisoner. I couldn't use any Imperial system of transportation. So, I ended up just stealing a boat.

After a while, I realized I had no idea where I was heading. I just hoped the water didn't accidentally move me off course. It did, of course, but not too far. I was still wearing my Dacian uniform, though I was able to get a proper overcoat from Zettour.

Luckily, I landed on an unoccupied beach, which was helpful to ensure no one thought I was a spy. While I guess under some interpretations of the law, I was, but for now, I have to find a way to get to the capitol. Then I realized I knew a fantastic way to get there.

After taking a nap, I walked into a town and found the recruiting station. I walked in and began the process of enlisting. Just as I had hoped when I informed them that I was Dacian and removed my overcoat, revealing my uniform, they sent me to the capital for a propaganda photo.

They even gave me a new uniform, keeping me as a lieutenant but now as a member of Entente Alliance. The uniform was definitely better for this modern era of warfare. I remember when I asked for a quote, I said that Zettour needed to pay up.

This was the best situation since I could prove I had made it to the capital, and I was not seen as a traitor to my fellow countrymen because I did indeed love my country and hate the empire. They took over my home country, so I was in the fight, but I would make considerable money if I were to be captured again.

I was asked how I could make it here and told the council members—but left out a few details, like the young Major and the deal with Zettour. Later, they assigned me to a reserve group under a Colonel Sue. The job was pretty simple: just help guard the Osfjord. That was until tonight.

It was getting close to midnight, and I was assisting with a radio. Why they thought I should be working radios when I didn't know the language was beyond me, but most of what I've done is judge the tone of their voice.

If it was monotone and boring, it meant things were good, but if it was anything with excitement or panic, it was bad. But when I was trying to reach the patrol boats, I kept getting nothing. I told my superior, who told me to inform the colonel.

I gave the report to his adjutant, who told me to head to the guns to assist. Just as I got to one of the guns, everyone was panicking. At this point, knowing what would happen, I reached into my coat. I found the visa and my passport, though now I was also a citizen of Legadonia since my country didn't technically exist. I had joined the Entente Alliance military.

Within a few moments, the giant gun exploded, and a group of imperial mages descended down, wiping half the men at the destroyed gun. I was taking cover behind a part of the destroyed gun. The mages began securing the site.

While I did not know the Imperial language very well, I did know the words for I surrender, don't shoot. I raised my hands with my paperwork, shouting this slowly, standing up from my cover. The imperial who saw me was one that I recognized. He was the one the little major had sent back from the HQ. At first, he had his gun trained on me. Then he had a look of confusion, then one of realization.

Good, he recognized me. He lowered his gun and then walked towards me, grabbing the papers from my hand. He opened up to read my visa and then began laughing. He called out to the other mages, leading to a squad of mages to be on me, all laughing, so I joined them because, to be fair, this was pretty funny. After a moment, a blond-haired mage walked to the dark-haired mage, stood at attention, and said something in imperial. At this point, the dark-haired mage checked his watch and reported something on the radio.

The majority of the mages had to leave. He was leaving me with a few of the mages, including the bond-haired mage. I introduced myself since I'm sure he was my guard for the remaining time of the operation. Found out his name was Grantz, and we were the same rank. We did some communication, but mostly, it was just awkward silence.

Then, a great battle seemed to erupt in the sky, with the base's mages getting to fight the imperial ones. Fortunately, I knew where there was a container of popcorn. After a moment, Grantz put his hand under the popcorn pan, and now we got popcorn to eat while watching the rest of the operation while we sat on the edge of a wall.

The morality of me being this friendly with the enemy was considerable. Primarily, this was not the first time this group had slaughtered everyone. But what could I do about it? these people could kill me with a lazy smack to the face. I never really betrayed my countrymen since I was sabotaging them where I could.

Also, damn, could that little major fly. She was flying with such elegance it was like she was meant never to touch the ground. Then a loud bang came, and I realized the Imperial Navy was here. Man, did the Imperials know how to put on one hell of a show.

After the battle had calmed, Grantz and the other mage picked me up and carried me to the capital ship. Flying was definitely something to get used to, mainly when two mages carry you. It was the most relaxing yet terrifying experience.

When we landed on the ship's deck, the crew seemed too busy with their tasks to notice me. The Major was talking to what I assumed to be the admiral. and I also noticed that she was wrapped in a blanket.

After she finished talking, Grantz snapped to attention and said something imperial, though I was able to pick up a bit more. It was just reporting and announcing I was a prisoner. She turned around with a look of surprise, disappointment, and tiredness.

"Did you get my letter, Major Degurechaff?" I asked with a bit of a smile.

"Yes, though later than what I was expecting, along with one from Zettour explaining the deal you made with him," she said with a bit of anger.

I do apologize for the lateness, but it just so happened that the first Impiral unit I came across was the general." I said, trying and failing to hide my smile.

"So I've heard we really need to stop meeting like this, but it seems this will not be the last time this happens. Though hopefully, you will catch me in more appropriate attire." She said, a bit more relaxed.

"I agree, though you also seemed to have caught me in what could be considered inappropriate attire," I said with a bit of a chuckle.

"Yes, I was wondering what happened to your previous uniform," She said with a smile.

"Well, it is with the rest of my stuff on base. I do hope I can collect it later." I said, hoping I would get it back.

"Naturally though, at this rate, we ought to get you an imperial uniform," She said, chuckling.

"While I appreciate the offer, I'll have to decline for now. I'll have to visit one more country's capital here soon. However, that brings to question what I am to do now." I said, glad to put off the idea of betrayal to the side.

"Luckily, I was informed on what to do in the unlikely situation we were to cross paths. You will get to join us on the ride back to the empire, where you will be sent to the closest POW camp to the western front." She said with what seemed to be regret.

"While I am glad you will be able to join us for the cruise back, I'm afraid to say that if you are to go to Parisii, I doubt even your luck will last in no man's land. I am a veteran of that front, hence the nickname Devil of the Rhine. I've seen many die there. My adjutant Serebryakov has almost died there, and she had magic out there." she said with a bit of sadness.

"Well, it's nice to know someone in the Imperial Army cares for my safety." I joked.

"We'll have plenty of time to catch up later, but for now, I have other duties to attend to, such as getting some clothes on." She said, looking down at the blanket she was wrapped in.

"Very well, I'll be in the Brig if you need me." I joked one last time before a couple of sailors escorted me.

That was fun, though it did bring to question how I plan to get to the Francois Republic's capital in Parisee.