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Burning Skies Saloon
BdrLineAzn:
Admits the confusion after Roy's sacrifice, Niko's, Zankif's, Melin's combined force of mercenaries and Baron defectors rises above the wall and into the middle of the Baron fleet. The twenty or so ships has gotten iside heir formation conducting hit and run tactics. Too close to one another, the enemy didn't have much time as they combined forces weave in and out of their formation.
Back in the Baronies, King Gregor and the men of Melin's division ate formulating a plan to over take the new king and his government. As of last night breakout, a new resistance has formed towards the new reign as part of the population are helping in anyway the rescued King.
Inside one of the underground shelters where the wounded are kept. In one of the rooms, BdrLine stirs in his sleep and is now suddenly wakes up. Still under medication, he sits up and looks around his surroundings. Pulling out the IV, and getting out of bed, he stumbles as he tries to put on his armor and equipment. Holding his wound, he looks out the door to check for any of the medical staff and sneaks out top side. BdrLine notices the damage the Baron onslaught has made, and multiple times he had to duck from bullets. Once he finds a secluded building, he takes out his rifle and adds a scope and goes to a window. In an advantageous position, he over sees Yiski and the others on one side, and the Barons on the other. Taking aim, he unloads his 14 round magazine as he snipes the attackers.
Yiski:
--NARRATOR--
--Anvala--
Amiss the small chaos caused by Roy was critical. The Baronies galleons were either out of commission or out of position and majority of the remaining fleet were out of position. A chunk of the out of place goldfishes and pyramidions were an easy meal for the fair number of batteries and ships.
Without further bombard support, the Baron infantry were being driven back. When western recons report no ships incoming toward the Gauntlet, Yiski pulled all those batteries and troops to the east. Fresh batteries and troops reinvigorated the Anvala's fleet and defenders below.
Hours passed and it became evident the battle had become one of attrition, a battle Anvala was excellent at. However, to get to this point, many sacrifices were made, sacrifices which still put Anvala close to the edge of defeat.
The Baronies' fleet was heavily battered. Of their massive fleet, only a few handful of vessels were still combat ready. Their squids were decimated during their suicide runs. Most of the goldfishes and pyramidions littered the plains surrounding the city. Finally, only three galleons were still operational. They still had the advantage of a handful of infantry transports which sat far back during today's siege.
Anvala also took a heavy hit. Despite the overwhelming fleet odds, Anvala lost a third of her fleet. Her Defenders fought valiantly in repelling those who entered her on foot, but a quarter of her men were lost. Anvala's advantage was her vast ammunition storage. Ammunition which would have been scarce had Wyrm succeeded.
More hours would pass when nightfall arrived. The skies were clear and the moon was full giving plenty of light to see the remaining Baronies fleet pullback, but not retreat. Failure was not an option for the Barons fleet.
Given the well-lit evening, Yiski ordered rotating shifts for the evening. Those who were picked or volunteered were given strict orders by Yiski.
Yiski
"You see somethin' comin' in, don't bother yelling. Just start shootin'. It'll get all our attentions."
The evening would last for what felt an eternity, but Yiski (and everyone else) knew, by morning, it would all end in an instant.
--NARRATOR END--
--END OF DAY 126--
Yiski:
--START OF DAY 127--
--NARRATOR--
The morning sun did not shine upon the remaining Baronies' fleet. Before dawn of the third day of the siege, they made one last rush in an attempt to force their infantry inside the city again. Consequently, with the arrival of the Gauntlet's batteries and troops, all of Anvala's batteries were replaced with a few extra placements. The remaining Baronies fleet could not handle the revived batteries, let alone the majority of the Anvalan fleet which had survived two days worth of hell.
Hours would pass before the sun touched the plains around the city showing the results of the three-day long siege. Heaps of twisted metal and tattered balloons along with countless bodies littered the plains.
Once recon units from all angles brought reports of no other sizable fleets heading for the city, the Council declared a victory and immediately ordered the arrest of Yiski for insubordination. A sweep was done by Elites to locate Yiski, but he wasn't found at the Eastern Wall or Southeastern Gate. They searched for him at his saloon, but only found a freshly written letter addressed to BdrLine.
Further sweep of the city, the Council learned a certain Commander, a Lieutenant, a squid, and its crew were missing.
The sweep also revealed a former Admiral, an AWOL Yeshan officer, a junker, and its crew had disappeared.
--NARRATOR END--
--END OF THE END OF DAYS--
--EPILOGUES--
Plasmarobo:
Plasma glances around the wreck of the city.
The victory had been hard-won, the loss on each side massive. Somehow, they had managed to beat them back.
He exhales, lowering himself onto a sizable chunk of debris, leaning on his gun.
Anvala wouldn't be the same after this. The defenses would have to be rebuild, and the Council would be in direct control of the military. It was time to leave. There were other places to go, and life as a Freelance pilot, or even privateer might not be so bad. But he needed to get away from this place.
He pushes himself up using the rifle, rips the badge off his shoulder, and walks to the Administration building.
--Later, Military Dock--
The pilots of the BreakPoint and CounterPoint nod to him as he enters the hangar, one smoking a thick cigar. He ignores them, striding up to Captain Verra.
Plasma
"Captain, I'd like to formally tender my resignation."
Verra glances sidelong at him. Her hands, which had been busy examining the damage done to the helm control systems, halt. She turns, scanning him with reproving eyes, and takes the folder he offers.
Captain Verra
"I'm surprised Lieutenant. I assume this means you're leaving Anvala?"
He nods, avoiding the eyes of the captain.
Captain Verra
"It appears I may be in line for advancement, assuming they continue to fail to locate the Rear Admiral."
She grimaces, the job historically offered little in the way of survival prospects.
Captain Verra
"I doubt very much you will be able to visit. Policy on spies being what it is, and probably will become. But if you do get the chance..."
She shrugs and Plasma nods.
--Later, Civilian Docks--
It wasn't much, but Plasma marshaled his savings an managed to purchase a Small vessel. A transport. His contacts in the military allowed him to pass with a cursory search. He sincerely hoped it would no cause trouble for those he was leaving behind. He chuckles to himself as his ship slips from the docks.
Plasma
"I think Cathedral is nice this time of year."
The wind dances as the engines sputter, then roar into energetic determination. The little ship and it's owner lift into the wide open skies.
Gryphos:
--Fjord Baronies, Lord's Leap--
After the defeat of the usurper's fleet at Anvala, the loyalist movement, backed by many powerful lords, acted quickly to evict the usurper and reinstate King Greger. One of these lords was Harald Valtivere, a man around his fifties with rapidly greying hair tied in a loose ponytail, who practically led the assault on the king's palace. With most of his forces crushed, the usurper was powerless and surrendered immediately, his punishment to be decided on a later date. As he was pulled away by guards, Harald Valtivere led cheers of victory, before being addressed by a messenger. The messenger also carried, on his back, two long objects wrapped in cloth.
messenger
"My lord, I bring word from Anvala."
Harald
"Yes my lad, what of it?"
messenger
"The city held out for three days, taking many casualties, and destroyed the usurper's fleet."
Harald
"Haha! What a fool he was to assault Anvala."
Just then a servant came by offering glasses of wine, which Harald gladly took one of. he took a sip, before addressing the messenger again.
Harald
"Oh, by the way, have you received any word from my son Tristan, has he convinced Nidhogg to return home?"
messenger
"Well, that's the thing... I'm so sorry."
Harald's expression turned from joyful to inquisitive, then from inquisitive to one of pure shock and terror as he watched the messenger take the two objects from his back. He knelt down, placing them on the floor, before unwrapping them to reveal two swords, still stained with blood, and bearing the insignia of house Valtivere on their blades.
The glass of wine shattered on the ground, spilling wine all over Harald's boots, but he cared not for the state of his boots anymore. He gave a roar of rage and sorrow as he collapsed to the ground over the two swords, coddling them as, in the background, some servants carried in two body bags, and laid them on the ground.
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