The North PacificBoard

The Sovereigns' Speech

"It was with a heavy heart when we made the decision to intervene in our southern brethren's conflict in behalf for their welfare", Edher II, the King of Wellesley spoke in a sorrow tone, it was not wished to have his own soldiers' blood be spilled, but the tragedy unfolding has demanded a humanitarian action of which he could not cowardly avoid.

"Since yesterday evening the Convention has approved to launch a campaign of humanitarian purpose to reduce civilian casualties which will be spearheaded by the Commonwealth Army. The operation will be manned by 8,000 of our finest men as well as another few thousand volunteers to facilitate the transport of first aid material as well as food for the hungry masses."

"Following the men will be an officer of the Foreign Ministry in hopes of facilitating peace talks between the two warring factions."

"Besides the Teutonic Kingdom no other nation has provided aid to IC-Water and we hope our initiative launched in the spirit of peace will be followed by others."

Operation Calyps is a Go

The gentle touch of the evening sun had long pass when Nymgal arrived at his guard post, now a great shroud of darkness enveloped most of his surroundings. There absent mindedly he had a glance at his watch

"23:55", quite close to midnight Nymgal thought to himself.

Slowly his attention turned upwards, his eyesight looked back onto the vastness of the canyons with its outlines dimly illuminated by the pale moonlight. A calm solitary night it was, his friend had long gone into slumber leaving his snores as Nymgal's only source of entertainment. The border with IC-Water which is now embroiled in civil war turmoil is a fairly backwater region, the very border that Nymgal is guarding this peaceful night. However, the thought of violence did not cross his mind, for he knew it was contained.

To soothe his mind and with nothing else to do he swiftly lit up his cigarette and walked out the guard post to have a smoke. Under the starry night the embers of his cig glowed as brightly as the stars above him, it was a luxury and beauty few have enjoyed, a military posting of ludicrous luck.

His short break was disturbed when he heard the sounds of a thousand galloping horses headed his way from behind. Fearing the worse he turned his head around only to see the arrival of his fellow compatriots. "Odd time for a reinforcement of this size". The sounds of calvary were in fact not the sounds of an arriving calvary but the sounds of an array of AFVs and trucks adorned with Red Cross symbols coming his way.

Stopping just a few meters before the guard post, the first AFV's door opened and revealed the commander who walked to the lone Nymgal with a dossier on his side. In a commanding yet soft voice he told Nymgal the situation, "These are direct orders from the Sovereigns, we are to cross into IC-Water and establish civilian evacuation corridors as peacekeeping guardians. More details in the report." Before Nymgal could utter a coherent reply the commander stated, "I know this outpost wasn't fitted with SatCom and communication has been rather limited, that's why I'm handing you the report for your disclosure." His cadence and smile calmed Nymgal and after reading the dossier he let them through.

The thoughts of the operation's success floated in his mind, could his comrades truly bring peace to a battered nation without bloodshed?