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Beneath a celestial tapestry of twinkling stars and the delicate embrace of the early morning mist, an ocean valley slumber, draped in profound stillness. The awakening sun, denied its grand entrance from the east, leaves the dark waters cradling a fleet of warships in quiet contemplation. The tranquil expanse, veiled in ethereal mist, unveils a fleet adorned with speckles of green, yellow, and red dots, seemingly dormant in the pre-dawn hush.

 

Yet, amid this maritime midnight operation, the flattop emerges as a commanding presence, breaking the silence with a subtle dance of determination. The once-still tableau transforms into a dynamic canvas, the flattop's deck a stage for an imminent symphony of unfolding events. As the morning mist caresses the surface, the previously serene waters echo with the purposeful cadence of preparation, promising an intricate ballet beneath the cloak of dawn's delicate embrace.

Escort Flotilla 2, JN Amagi 

 

Nine nautical miles from the Aetesian coastal town. 

 

November 25, 1773, /2025/

 

| 4:11 AM | 0:4:11:00 | Hours. 

Arrayed in a spectrum of coloured suits—brown, purple, yellow—the units moved in harmonious synchrony, resembling a well-played piano piece. Some units sprinted, others carried equipment, and a few signalled commands, all under the muted ambience of the night. Absent was the guiding brilliance of the sun, yet in its absence, they radiated purpose.

 

The deck, adorned with the folded Mitsubishi H-60 Blades, painted a scene of meticulous preparation on the starboard side of the Amagi. As sailors and marines observed from a distance, other escorts in the carrier group added to the spectacle, each vessel contributing to the orchestrated ballet of naval prowess.

 

The mission ahead was unmistakable, even from a distance. The unsuspecting adversaries were about to receive a surprise they hadn't anticipated. The timing seemed peculiar, sending aircraft this late into the night, but the objective was clear. Even the biting cold began to yield to the building anticipation, heightened by the screeching roars of the Mitsubishi F-18J engines on the forward catapult. Their hard points, armed with Type 93 Air-to-Ship missiles, hinted at the impending operation's gravity.

 

The pilot's gaze fixates on his right, meeting the director's stern expression. A subtle nod and a crisp salute follow. Below, the operator swiftly releases the aircraft, the first one hurtling into the unknown, its wingman trailing close behind. **SWOOSH** The colossal aircraft ascends, piercing the heavens as the moonlight wanes and the morning sun begins its ascent.

 

As the pilot breathes through the mask, he skillfully adjusts his course. Alongside his wingman, they veer toward the east, surrounded by the canopy's indicators and guided by an AWAC aircraft. In this atmosphere thick with tension, they navigate with the utmost care, fully conscious that blind pursuit is not a viable option. Armed with comprehensive systems and unwavering precision, they steadfastly approach their target, the tension intensifying with each passing moment.

 

Back on the ship, within the dimly lit chambers of the Action Information Centre (AIC) aboard JN Amagi, officers engaged in hushed discussions. A makeshift map dominated a large display, outlining the movements of the Japanese F-18J 'Wizard-1' and 'Wizard-2' from Carrier Air Wing Two (CVW-2) as they approached the final formation of hostile forces. The XO, discontent evident, sipped his coffee and guided the rough map, acknowledging that most of their digital maps had become obsolete.

“Two months to become this and now our navy's sailing like Christopher Columbus. This crude map won't help us, and we desperately need a better replacement. Pray the Diet comes up with something to make our Navy more effective.”

The commander's frustration was palpable, exacerbated by the reliance on equipment and maps procured from the Alervon kingdom. Navigating their forces based on these maps led them to potentially incorrect positions in key areas, and the likelihood of abandoning the operation loomed large. 

 

After the two aircraft in the inner warships' radar systems, two red dots correspond to 'Wizard-1' and 'Wizard-2.' The map is not entirely functional, as a larger map is located behind the monitor. The Lieutenant is gradually covering previous marker designs as the aircraft approaches the Killzone location. 

 

"Centra, Wizard-2 here, shifting towards grid 10. Killers are armed and standing by for deployment."

 

Radio contact remains stable, and the XO turns towards the female operator. Observing the two pilots who had departed earlier now approaching the designated kill zone, she instructs them to adhere to the given orders.

"Wizard-2, be advised; prepare for unidentified bogies. You're entering hostile airspace. Switch your INS to Flathatting for anti-boat operations."

As the pilot and his wingman align with their orders, the subtle hum of the aircraft's engines becomes more pronounced. The moonlight, once illuminating the cockpit, now fades into a soft glow, casting shadows on the instrumentation panels. The two F-18J, 'Wizard-1' and 'Wizard-2', navigate the night sky with purpose, turning their sleek frames towards the distant naval base.

 

The naval base, a key target in the ongoing conflict, looms on the horizon. Its silhouette etched against the darkening sky, a silent witness to the impending mission. The moon wanes further, surrendering its celestial authority to the impending dawn. As the morning light begins to emerge from the east, the tension within the cockpit amplifies.

 

The radio crackles with the voice of command, issuing a reminder of the hostile airspace they are about to enter. The pilot's fingers dance over the controls, adjusting the navigation settings to align with the forthcoming anti-boat operation. The term "Flathatting" reverberates through the cockpit, a signal to prepare for the unknown bogies that may await them.

 

The weight of the impending mission hangs heavy in the air. The political ramifications intertwine with the operational challenges, creating a palpable sense of urgency. The outcome of this operation has the potential to sway the delicate balance of power in the geopolitical landscape. The pilot, fueled by determination, readies for the task at hand as the first light of dawn heralds the beginning of a critical chapter in this unfolding conflict.

• • • • • 

The frigid dawn cast its bleak shadow over the desolate docks, where seagulls screeched their mournful cries, punctuating the stillness of the early morning in this bustling seaport. Naval guns perched on cliffside bunkers stood silent guardians, while soldiers, their breath mingling with tendrils of smoke, lingered amidst the sombre scene. Fishermen sought respite, some resting wearily while others awaited the opportune moment to haul in their prized catch.

A biting chill permeated the air, familiar to the hardened locals who braved these unforgiving maritime conditions. Sparse remnants of the capital's naval fleet lingered, their presence a stark reminder of the uncertainty that loomed. Many among the garrison forces and officers resigned themselves to the belief that nothing of consequence would materialise this late in the game, their scepticism shrouded the mystery of the elusive "Secret Operation."

A soldier, cradling a reserve rifle, cast a sidelong glance at his companion, both men taking solace in the shared ritual of smoking amid the desolation of the dockyards. Amidst the rhythmic lapping of waves and the creaking of weather-beaten timbers, an unspoken curiosity simmered, prompting an unconventional inquiry.

"A friend of mine mentioned being dispatched to the Alervon kingdom with a sizable fleet, all hush-hush. It makes you wonder what's so damn special about it," the soldier mused, his voice cutting through the stillness like a knife.

His comrade lost in contemplation, mirrored the sentiment, pondering the enigmatic motives driving the higher echelons of the military.

"Got me scratching my head too," he conceded, exhaling a plume of smoke that mingled with the salty breeze. "They've had us hauling goods all night, loading up naval merchant ships under the guise of mundane exports. But my gut tells me there's more to it than meets the eye."

"Damn right, there is," the soldier replied with a nod, acknowledging the theory. "I heard whispers myself. Jylon mercenaries were rolling in from the north with a convoy that could give an army pause. Tanks, aircraft, and troops armed to the teeth. Not ordinary, that's for sure."

Amidst the tense atmosphere, soldiers and their equipment lay strewn about, suspended in a precarious calm as they braced themselves for the impending storm. Tanks rumbled alongside trucks, artillery pieces, and even steeds, all poised for action at a moment's notice. Officers, some indulging in leisurely puffs of smoke, shared in the collective anticipation that hung heavy in the air. The aftermath of an unforeseen invasion met with formidable resistance from unknown adversaries, had thrust the Alervon kingdom into an improbable quandary.

A wry chuckle escaped one soldier's lips, the irony not lost on him as his comrade voiced their shared suspicions. Despite the late hour and the gravity of their situation, a hint of camaraderie lingered as they maintained their watchful vigilance. In the distance, the imposing figures of the Imperialism-Class battleship and its sister ship loomed in the dry dock, bearing the scars of a recent conflict that had left the lead vessel battered and bruised.

As the guards idled amidst the murky veil of the fog-laden night, an unsettling tension began to permeate the air. Once merely elements in the grand scheme of an invasion plan, the soldiers' senses pricked with newfound alertness, stirred by the subtle shifts in the atmosphere. Among the dockworkers, a collective unease rippled, their movements betraying a sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the damp night air.

A peculiar, unfamiliar sound cut through the silence, disrupting the monotony of the night. It started as a distant hum, barely audible yet laden with ominous implications. Like a ripple spreading across still waters, soldiers once scattered and at ease snapped into action, their weapons clutched tightly as they strained to pierce the enveloping darkness. Figures emerged from the shadows, their movements synchronised with a silent urgency, akin to actors awaiting their cue in a macabre stage play. With each passing moment, the unsettling sound grew louder, a spectral herald of imminent danger looming overhead.

A silent understanding coursed through the ranks, unspoken yet palpable, as soldiers exchanged wary glances amidst the encroaching darkness. An officer, his cigarette forgotten, cast his gaze skyward, a grim realisation dawning in the depths of his eyes. 

Amid the suffocating silence, a commanding voice shattered the tension, its authority cutting through the night like a blade. "Sound the air sirens!" The soldiers, now fully mobilised, mobilised with urgency, their actions fueled by a primal instinct to protect and defend. Some aimed their rifles skyward, making futile attempts to discern the origin of the unseen menace that lurked above. Panic seized hold as troops scrambled for cover, seeking refuge from the impending onslaught.

Amidst the chaos, the night guards sprinted towards the nearest siren, their hearts pounding with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation. With a forceful tug, the lever was thrown, unleashing a cacophony of wails that echoed through the port town like a mournful lament. The sudden shrillness pierced the darkness, drowning out the ominous hum of the approaching aircraft. In an instant, Port Townsend was plunged into darkness, the soft glow of the spotlight extinguished in the face of impending danger.

Yet amidst the blackness, a beacon of defiance flickered to life. The anti-aircraft position stood poised, its guns raised defiantly towards the heavens, a silent sentinel ready to repel any threat. Officers exchanged knowing glances, their expressions grim with understanding as they braced for the inevitable confrontation. The night air crackled with tension, each passing moment fraught with anticipation as the unknown adversary drew nearer, its presence concealed in the cloak of night.

"Inform HQ that Jongvale is under attack!" The officer's urgent and resolute hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the peril that now besieged them. As the officers exchanged silent nods of acknowledgement, a haunting stillness settled over the dry dock, a prelude to the storm that loomed on the horizon.

Then, as if a malevolent spirit had stirred from its slumber, a blinding burst of light seared through the night, accompanied by a sinister hiss that morphed into a deafening roar. The port was engulfed in a cataclysmic explosion, the concussive shockwave reverberating through the air with relentless force.

 

**BOOM**

 

The blast, a towering inferno that rose like a phoenix from the ammunition rack, unleashed a torrent of fire and smoke that painted the sky in shades of infernal fury. The port was transformed into a scene from the depths of hell, the flames licking at the darkness with insatiable hunger.

Chaos erupted in the aftermath as soldiers, sailors, and bewildered dock workers scrambled in a frantic bid for survival. The once-quiet night was now filled with a cacophony of screams and shouts, a symphony of terror echoing across the waterfront.

Amidst the pandemonium, the anti-aircraft emplacement, gripped by panic, unleashed a barrage of tracer rounds into the abyss. The gunfire punctuated the night with bursts of light and sound. The port, once bathed in the gentle glow of the spotlight, now bore witness to a horrifying ballet of destruction, the explosive symphony heralding the grim fate that had descended upon them.

Stranded without a coherent chain of command, officers and those in positions of authority find themselves grappling with the unrelenting chaos. The continuous rhythmic pop of 37mm tracers ignites a feverish dance in the dark sky, where billowing clouds of smoke cast an ominous shroud. The once-potent spotlight beams, now impotent, fail to pierce the thick veil of darkness, leaving the gunners at the anti-aircraft emplacement to operate at a frantic pace.

The intruder's thunderous roar, which had echoed through the night before, still looms large. Motivated by a sense of urgency and uncertainty, the gunners continue to fire quickly, their ceaseless tracers painting a transient picture on the canvas of the now-hidden skies. The dark smoke and the staccato rhythm of the anti-aircraft fire, along with the chaotic situation, create a picture of chaos and vulnerability that shows how unprepared they were for the unforeseen menace.

Gasping for breath, the officer found himself disoriented and out of sync with the unfolding chaos. Sweat cascaded down his face, lending an unnatural cadence to his movements. The earlier explosion had jolted his senses, leaving him in a state of disarray. Beside him, a fellow officer's shouted commands reverberated, their urgency magnified by the muffled echoes resulting from partial hearing loss.

Amid the tumult, soldiers swarmed the port like frenzied ants, their movements a frantic dance of uncertainty. A gust of wind presaged the arrival of another blinding flash, followed by a deafening explosion on the port's left side. The shockwave rippled through the officers and soldiers, who gasped in horror as the armoured cruiser erupted in flames, intensifying the cacophony of anti-aircraft gunfire. In the chaos, the officer regained a semblance of clarity, though the return to reality was fraught with the surreal aftermath of destruction. Orders began to reemerge, forging a fragile path forward on this day of reckoning.

"Wizard-2 to Motherbird, two enemy warships neutralized. Operation successful, returning to the boat."

"Motherbird to Wizard-2, affirmative. Head to the boat. Mission accomplished."

From their vantage point high above the morning sky, the E-2 Hawkeye observed the port town's abrupt transformation. As the sun rose, revealing the chaos below, distant anti-aircraft fire echoed through the air.

 

The pilots watched silently as the aftermath of their mission unfolded, realising the impact of their actions—a provocation that had ignited the conflict. With the F-18J aircraft safely returning, the E-2 Hawkeye remained vigilant, capturing every detail below.

Meanwhile, aboard the JN Amagi, officials witnessed the destruction of the enemy warships. Their faces betrayed shock and disbelief as they observed Aetesian forces engaging unseen adversaries with anti-aircraft fire. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them as they grappled with the unfolding conflict.

"Mission accomplished," declared the female XO, her voice resolute and unwavering. "The Imperialism-class vessel was obliterated within seconds by the Type-93 impact. A second shot struck a large cruiser, causing significant damage, though details are pending confirmation. We're currently awaiting feedback from the Aetesian Empire, but the Alervon Kingdom has shown a keen responsiveness to the unfolding situation."

The rapid escalation had caught them off guard, unfolding in mere seconds. Just weeks after initiating diplomatic talks with a newfound nation, they found themselves teetering on the brink of war. Sitting at the forefront, Rear Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo observed the unfolding confrontation with a mix of confusion and disbelief. He briefly closed his eyes, as if attempting to digest the sudden turn of events, before pushing aside his incredulity.

"Mission accomplished. Notify Minister Takahashi's administration that war is imminent, and we must prepare for any potential moves by the Aetesian Empire."

Pausing briefly to collect his thoughts, Rear Admiral Jinzaburo continued with his directives.

"The United States will undoubtedly be interested in our preemptive strike. Advise Naval Strategic Command to coordinate closely with them."

Chiyotanda Jinzaburo couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment as he gazed at the sprawling display of the Port Town they had inadvertently thrown into chaos. Undoubtedly, the rapid unfolding of events was a result of the administration's failure to gather adequate intelligence and establish proper diplomatic channels. If only there had been diplomatic immunity in place, allowing the Aetesian Empire and the Alervon Kingdom to resolve their issues peacefully.

Despite his frustrations, there was little he could do but follow orders, the weight of stress bearing down upon him with each passing moment. In 500 hours, he would be meeting with the Head of the Southern Army to discuss likely plans for counter-operations against the Aetesian Empire. Oh, how he wished these plans bore a more peaceful name.

With weary eyes and the comforting smoke of his Winston cigarettes swirling around him, Chiyotanda found solace in the numbness induced by the nicotine. It was a fleeting respite, a brief moment of clarity amidst the chaos. Now was the time for the army and the Marines to prepare for the inevitable conflict, laying the groundwork for larger operations against the Aetesian Empire. For Rear Admiral Chiyotanda, all that remained was to await further instructions.

As 100 hours passed since the first shots were fired by the Aetesian fleet, the tale of a lone ship standing against the massive invasion force began to spread through media sources. The people of Japan and America became increasingly aware of the nation they now referred to as the 'Artesian Empire.' Night fell, casting a veil of uncertainty over both countries as plans rapidly expanded to address this unprovoked aggression.

• • • • •
  
  Pinnacle Estate, Alervon Kingdom.

 

Joint US-Japan-Alervon Meeting.

 

40 hours before the nighttime operation.

 

November 23, 1773 /2025/

 

6:31 AM

 

0:6:31:00 Hours

As the sun cast its first golden rays upon the land, the birds welcomed the new day with a charming melody, their songs intertwining with the lingering chill of the early morning breeze atop the hill. The Pinnacle Estate, a symbol of Alervon's parliamentary governance, stood proudly amidst the vast farmlands belonging to the esteemed Savannah bloodline. The fields, abundant with blueberry bushes, awaited the hands of diligent farmers who sipped their morning tea in preparation for the day ahead, their thoughts already drifting to the impending harvest.

A solitary Alervon flag fluttered proudly atop the parliament building, a beacon of unity and sovereignty. As dawn broke, government officials and nobility alike began their descent from the hill, some departing early while others lingered, their anticipation palpable in the crisp morning air. Queen Savannah's return from the recent conference had ignited a spark of hope among her subjects, who awaited her guidance on the pressing matters to be discussed in detail.

At the front gate, a gathering of dignitaries awaited Her Majesty's arrival, flanked by Ambassador Sheridan and Prime Minister Malinna Rockwell. The atmosphere crackled with tension following news of the incident at the Fourth Civilization Conference. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they braved the chill breeze, their breath hanging in the air like a silent testament to the weight of the moment.

As minutes stretched into eternity, one among them glanced at her pocket watch, the ticking echoing like a drumbeat of anticipation. With a silent prayer, she tucked the watch away, her gaze fixed on the winding road below. In the distance, the faint rumble of a carriage heralded the imminent arrival of Queen Savannah, a beacon of hope in uncertain times.

Finally, the rhythmic clopping of the carriage's stallions echoed through the gates, signalling Queen Savannah's long-awaited arrival. The assembled officials made their way; their anticipation was palpable as the pilot skillfully manoeuvred the carriage to a stop before them. With practised ease, he applied the brakes and produced a stool for Savannah to alight from the carriage. She emerged gracefully, her presence commanding the attention of all those present.

Draped in elegant white attire befitting the solemnity of the occasion, Queen Savannah exuded an aura of poise and dignity. As she greeted her officials, their expressions lit up with joy at her safe return.

"In the heavens above, Your Majesty, your return brings great joy! Welcome home," exclaimed Prime Minister Malinna Rockwell, her reverence evident in her words.

Savannah's keen gaze locked with Malinna's, noting the genuine delight tinged with a hint of apprehension. It was clear that Malinna, privy to certain information, had been eagerly anticipating Savannah's return, particularly in light of recent events at the conference. The mention of the Aetesian representatives attending the gathering stirred a flicker of concern within Savannah, reminding her of the delicate diplomatic tightrope they walked.

Despite the warm welcome, Savannah couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something had gone awry in her absence. The incident involving herself and Prince Gourmet during their time in the Aisha Dynasty weighed heavily on her mind, casting a shadow over her return. Urgent matters necessitated her swift return, prompting her to consider informing the United States and Japan of the developing situation.

However, recent news hinted at darker intentions from the Aetesian Empire, complicating matters further. As Savannah exchanged pleasantries with her officials, her thoughts raced, contemplating the next course of action in the face of looming uncertainty.

"Have the representatives from Japan and America graced us with their presence?" inquired Queen Savannah, her voice carrying an air of authority.

Prime Minister Rockwell's expression softened as she addressed her queen. "Indeed, they have honoured us with their presence and now await us in the conference chamber. It seems there is urgent news they wish to impart regarding a recent incident."

Upon receiving this news, the attending officials rallied around their sovereign, ready to escort her to the grand lounge of the Parliament Building. Dominating the centre of the opulent space stood a magnificent statue of Queen Savannah herself, a testament to her enduring legacy. Nearby, a majestic fountain adorned with her likeness cascaded into a pool below, its waters teeming with life.

As Queen Savannah entered the lounge, accompanied by Minister Rockwell and Ambassador Sheridan, the parliament officials and attendants present bowed respectfully, acknowledging their sovereign's presence with reverence. Her regal aura commanded attention, instilling a sense of admiration and gratitude among those in her presence.

However, duty called, and the parliamentarians swiftly returned to their tasks, though the memory of the queen's entrance lingered in their minds. With determined strides, the procession advanced down the hallway, Queen Savannah leading the way with Minister Rockwell and Ambassador Sheridan by her side. Their destination: the conference room, where they awaited crucial revelations that would shape the course of their nation's future.

Pinnacle Estate, conference room. 

 

| 7:42 AM | 0:7:42:00 | Hours. 

In the heart of the chamber, the Alervon flag proudly hung its emblem of the majestic dragon a poignant reminder of the nation's storied past and present challenges. Once revered for its graceful flight across the skies of Alervon Tonic, the dragon now faced peril from the scourge of poachers. Adorned in hues of crimson and gold, the flag stood as a solemn symbol of Alervon's rich heritage.

Seated prominently at the forefront of the chamber was Her Majesty, exuding an unmistakable aura of authority. Her throne, towering above the surrounding chairs, served as a visual testament to her unwavering sovereignty.

To her left, esteemed figures such as Ambassador Sheridan and Prime Minister Malinna Rockwell sat nearby, their positions signifying their vital roles in the proceedings. Alongside them, members of parliament and military personnel, including the esteemed Captain Rosemary of the Royal Air Cavalry, awaited their turn to provide valuable insights and military intelligence.

On either side of the chamber, the flags of the United States of America and Japan stood proudly, representing the two allied nations. For many Alervon representatives, the sight of officials from these superpowers was a moment of both awe and trepidation. It was the first time that many had witnessed the military might of their allies up close, a realisation that shifted their perspective on the unfolding situation. As tensions escalated, the presence of these allies served as a sobering reminder of the gravity of the challenges they faced and the importance of unity in the face of adversity.

Contrary to diplomatic decorum, it would have been rather unbecoming for them to indulge in continuous smoking while scrutinizing the numerous parliament officials in the conference room, especially from the Japanese side of the table. It struck him as surprising to note the significant presence of females among the Japanese officials, prompting him to ponder the societal dynamics that allowed such gender distribution within the nation as a whole.

Once both commanders expressed their satisfaction, they rose from their seats, prompting the other Alervon officials to follow suit. Among them stood a figure distinguished by the red, white, and blue patch adorning his uniform, signifying his affiliation with a branch that had been at the forefront of every battle for over a century. In the event of a conflict, Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence Douglas, the current battalion commander of the 1st Battalion, 3rd Marines under the U.S. Indo-Pacific Command, had been designated as the representative, with U.S. Marine Corps troops poised to support the Alervon forces.

As Captain Rosemary and several parliament officials observed Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence Douglas, a sense of unease settled over them. His attire, distinct from their own more formal uniforms, exuded a sense of readiness and authority. Clad in a striking shade of green, with a sidearm holstered firmly at his left hip, Douglas projected an air of preparedness that left them somewhat intimidated. It became apparent that the Americans were well-equipped and prepared for any eventuality, a testament to their readiness and resourcefulness. Indeed, the demeanour of these individuals from the new world was as surprising as it was formidable.

Beside Colonel Douglas sat Vice Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo, his gaze piercing as he leisurely puffed on his Cuban cigar, the smoke curling upwards in lazy tendrils. His uniform mirrored Douglas's, adorned in dark shades of ocean blue, a symbol of his naval rank. With a nod of acknowledgement, both officials introduced themselves to the Alervon Parliament, a gesture of mutual respect.

"I am Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence Douglas, currently commanding the 1st Battalion, 3rd Marines," Douglas declared, offering a crisp salute to the assembled parliamentarians, who reciprocated with bows of reverence. Even Captain Rosemary, standing tall beside him, exchanged a respectful salute, acknowledging the camaraderie of fellow soldiers.

Meanwhile, Vice Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo lowered his cigar onto the ashtray before him, inclining his head in deference to both the parliamentarians and Queen Savannah herself.

"I am Vice Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo, overseeing the entirety of the Japanese fleet force within the Sea of Japan," he declared with a deep bow, his voice resonating with loyalty and reverence. "It is indeed an honour to be present on this momentous occasion."

Impressive for the Japanese representatives, he took a more assertive formal stance, which won over many of the Parliament officials. Captain Rosemary even sensed that Chiyotanda Jinzaburo was growing more reticent and prioritising loyalty. After the introduction was finished, Queen Savannah bowed to the two commanders and quickly resumed their primary goal.

Queen Savannah heaved a deep sigh, then turned to address the sizable assembly, indicating that her forthcoming words would be of considerable interest.

 

"Before we proceed with our deliberations, I deem it necessary to impart to you all news of a recent incident that compelled my premature departure from the conference. It is of utmost importance that I share the details with you all."

Amidst nods of concurrence, attendees diligently took notes as a courier stationed beside Queen Savannah deftly delivered a sizable magic orb—larger than the typical communication orbs—to Colonel Lawrence Douglas. Placing the orb at the centre of the table, the courier closed her eyes and murmured a spell, causing the orb to transform into a visual projection. As the scene unfolded, Vice Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo appeared visibly intrigued by the unfamiliar sight before him.

 

"What sorcery is this?"

Vice Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo was shocked to witness the aftermath of their morning attack, as they were never under the impression that Alervon had spies stationed in the Artesian town. Glancing at both Colonel Lawrence Douglas and Vice Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo, the woman in the tight skinsuit covering her face with a mask displayed the aftermath of the earlier attack in the town.

"I express my gratitude for your timely intervention against our adversaries. I was unaware of their nefarious plans for a full-scale invasion of our kingdom. With insufficient fortification and undermanned ships, your courageous defence with the lone warship has saved our nation from impending disaster. Your valour and dedication to our cause shall not be forgotten."

 

Despite being outside of their jurisdiction, Lawrence Douglas and Chiyotanda Jinzaburo were shocked to learn that the Alervon kingdom was already aware of the entire counterattack. This revelation made them realise that, despite considering themselves superpowers, both America and Japan might have underestimated Alervon's capabilities. Their renewed interest in the country inclined them to support the Alervon kingdom even more.

Savannah continued her address to the assembly.

"It has come to our attention that the Artesian Empire has been clandestinely plotting this invasion for months. However, what caught us by surprise was the revelation that the Jylon Republic had been providing aid to the Artesian Empire for their nefarious endeavours. We had assumed they would maintain a stance of neutrality, but it seems our expectations were misplaced."

The parliamentarians were bewildered, and Captain Rosemary had not anticipated the involvement of the Jylon Republic, considering the Artesian Empire to be a rapidly advancing nation. Gazing towards her majesty, she pondered aloud, "How did you come by this knowledge, Your Majesty?"

Queen Savannah shot a sharp look back towards Captain Rosemary.

"One of their representatives... made a mockery during the conference."

Instantly, the conference erupted into a constant chatter as many of the parliamentarians couldn't fathom the Alervon kingdom being mocked on the world stage. Rosemary herself was stunned by this unbelievable revelation, feeling a surge of rage but unable to do anything but remain stunned in response.

Neither Lawrence Douglas nor Chiyotanda Jinzaburo had an immediate reply as they awaited further details of the report, preparing to formulate their proposal for a potential Plan B in case the situation escalated further against the Artesian Empire. Queen Savannah continued the discussion.

"I am thoroughly convinced that the Artesian Empire will strike again, especially with the Jylon Republic persisting in supplying them with a fresh arsenal of weapons for their second invasion plan. However, the surprise attack executed by the Japanese at their naval port may sway their intentions. I am eager to learn about the Japanese strategy moving forward."

This stance opened the floor for Chiyotanda Jinzaburo to offer his suggestion. He turned towards Queen Savannah, ready to present his insights.

"The US and Japanese Strategic Command have been closely monitoring the activities of the Artesian Empire for some time now. Despite initial attempts at diplomatic relations, our nations have not seen eye-to-eye. Our Prime Minister deemed further attempts futile, and thus, diplomatic efforts were abandoned. At approximately 0300 hours, Escort Flotilla 2, JN Amagi, dispatched two F-18J aircraft to neutralise an armoured warship that had survived the initial strike. This action was taken within our jurisdiction, as one of our cruisers had been targeted by the Artesian Empire. While they likely anticipated a counterstrike, what they did not anticipate was our swift response."

With swift precision, Chiyotanda Jinzaburo gestures to an officer standing nearby, who promptly retrieves a large map from a nearby table. Unfurled, the map reveals a meticulously detailed layout of the northern region, marked with fortified positions and strategically significant locations.

The sight of the eastern coastline, heavily fortified from both north and south, showcased a formidable defence that even Alervon or preceding nations had struggled to breach. Aerial surveillance images pinned alongside highlighted key areas of interest. It was evident that they had a significant plan in motion, and the opportunity to discuss crucial matters was at hand.

"With diplomacy off the table, we've devised a contingency plan. Recon indicates a high probability of a counterattack, predominantly consisting of air assets. Their target: our cities, including the capital of Sollan and numerous other urban centres. We must be prepared for heavy damage."

"We’re currently briefed on this information. Congress and our Parliament will see it as justification for a counterattack. It will be initiated without delay."

Given the heightened vigilance of Aetesian troops, it's probable that they will deploy the aircraft assets mentioned by the Aisha dynasty, including the reported 'Large Four-engine bombers.' Queen Savannah turns to Captain Rosemary, expressing surprise at the advancements and suggests collaboration with the two superpowers to address this emerging threat.

"Colonel Lawrence Douglas and Vice Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo have put considerable effort into compiling this intelligence report and have also formulated a contingency operation in case of unforeseen events. The United States and Japan truly embody the ideals of steadfast allies, which Her Majesty greatly appreciates."

Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo smiles slightly after receiving praise from Captain Rosemary, indicating a closer bond with the Alervon Kingdom and the continuation of planning with US assistance. Chiyotanda Jinzaburo remains seated as Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence Douglas rises from his seat, and shortly after, the same officer presents a map illustrating alternate routes as requested by Douglas.

"Congress is still debating whether to authorize our involvement in this operation. Our government is hesitant to launch another military campaign so soon after the country was nearly devastated by that typhoon. While the politicians debate, the United States Department of Defense (DoD) has tasked me with creating a comprehensive military operation plan for our forces in case we choose to intervene. I've devised a plan that aligns with those of our coalition allies."

Lawrence Douglas highlights potential invasion sites for the Aetesian forces, focusing not only on the capital but also on key seaport towns and cities near Sollan. Drawing on American intelligence, he assures that the strategic deployment is top-notch.

"The towns of Haligi and other seafaring ports are at risk in the event of a second invasion. To counter this threat, I've strategically positioned my forces to provide comprehensive coverage and support, both in the air and on the ground. Headquarters and Alpha company will prioritize securing and defending the capital, Sollan, given its crucial significance."

He continues, "Bravo and Charlie companies will safeguard the eastern and western sectors in the northern region. With the support of our alliance, we are authorized to engage threats. However, it's vital to emphasize that the effectiveness of the Marines hinges greatly on Navy support. To bolster our defences, the 7th Destroyer Squadron from Guam has been deployed for this specific mission."

The parliamentarians and senior Alervon military officials are visibly impressed by the thoroughness of the defence plan aimed at protecting the coastal regions. The deployment of entire companies underscores the seriousness of the situation, sparking discussions reflecting a mix of astonishment and appreciation for the comprehensive measures taken.

Whispers and murmurs circulated among the Parliament members and military advisors, revealing a mix of astonishment and admiration for the thoroughness of the defence strategies presented.

"It's clear that the Americans and the Japanese have shown remarkable skill since they arrived from the other realm. Their dedication and resilience have only grown stronger," remarked one individual in hushed tones.

Another added, "Perhaps our alliances are blessed by the divine, so formidable that even ancient foes would hesitate to oppose them."

 

Amidst the murmurs, Lawrence expressed a valid concern, prompting raised eyebrows from several attendees on the left side of the table.

"It's true, we lack firsthand knowledge of their technology and equipment. We haven't encountered their ground or air forces, and Japan hasn't seen their basic gear. We've only glimpsed their warships," he stated.

Before concern could escalate, Captain Rosemary swiftly addressed the issue. With a snap of her fingers, she rose from her seat at the table.

"I believe I have an answer to that concern, Lieutenant Colonel," she declared confidently.

The collection of weapons displayed at the rear of the room immediately drew the attention of the Parliamentarians, sparking concern and momentarily leaving Queen Savannah speechless. Lawrence Douglas, visibly surprised, examined the retrieved firearms, noting their striking resemblance to those used by US forces. "Those guns... They look just like ours," he mused to himself, astonished by the vintage weaponry seemingly of American origin. A meaningful glance passed between him and Captain Rosemary, both acknowledging the significance of the discovery.

Addressing the room with dignified composure, Rosemary began to explain the origins of the weapons. "These firearms were seized by our forces from the Garviava kingdom," she stated. "Reports indicate they were obtained during a conflict with the colonial state of Florian, which later escalated into a larger confrontation involving the Jylon Republic. What's intriguing is that these firearms appear to surpass our current arsenal in terms of technological advancement."

As the Parliamentarians observed the array of captured firearms, each weapon appeared like a relic from a bygone era, reminiscent of museum exhibits. Among them stood a long rifle with a wooden stock reminiscent of the M1908 Springfields often seen in American memorials. Nearby, a smaller firearm resembling a Chicago-era Tommy gun with its distinctive drum magazine atop caught their attention. Among the assortment were other firearms resembling equipment once wielded by US soldiers in the 1900s. Given their outdated appearance, labelling them as modern weapons felt absurd.

Rosemary introduced the 'Model 1745 Bolt Action Rifle,' lifting it for all to see, her gaze shifting back towards the two military officers. 

 

"Here we have the 'Model 1745 Bolt Action Rifle,' featuring a five-round magazine and originating from the Jylon Republic. Queen Savannah has informed us of its existence, suggesting that our forces may encounter this weapon in future engagements."

Upon seeing the rifle, Admiral Chiyotanda Jinzaburo smirked and glanced at Lawrence Douglas, his expression playful. 

"Still stuck with hand-me-downs, Marines? Talk about being the thrift shop of the military!"

This remark elicited a chuckle from Douglas, confusing those present. Even Queen Savannah herself looked puzzled, prompting Chiyotanda Jinzaburo to explain his perspective.

"Your Majesty, the weapon Captain Rosemary is presenting was used by Americans a hundred years ago. In our current era, such weaponry is considered obsolete. I don't believe it poses a significant threat for us to be overly concerned about."

The revelation that the rifle had originated a century ago was beyond comprehension, a leap through time that stunned everyone present. Even amidst the awe-inspiring sight of their modern technology, the sheer magnitude of this temporal displacement left them speechless. It was as if they had witnessed a miraculous event, filling the room with wonder and joy.

"Truly, the two superpowers have plenty of surprises," remarked Captain Rosemary, acknowledging the astonishing revelation.

Continuing the discussion, Queen Savannah turned to Lawrence Douglas, curious about the implications for the US Marines. His confident smile and reassurance brought a sense of relief to the Alervon Parliament members.

"We have a far greater advantage than even the Aetesian forces expect," Douglas affirmed.

With the Japanese forces prepared to assist and the vigilant oversight of the US, there seemed to be no obstacle too great to overcome. As they contemplated victory against the Aetesian empire, they awaited the anticipated counterattack, signalling the initiation of their operation.

Having addressed all immediate concerns, the focus shifted to the comprehensive military strategy shared between the US, Japan, and Alervon intelligence agencies. Queen Savannah remained steadfast in her belief that partnership with these superpowers would ensure Alervon's prosperity. Little did she anticipate the potential global impact of the technological advancements discovered, a reality they were poised to bring to fruition.

"I'll wait for your moves, Prince Gourmet," she mused, unaware of the rapid changes that awaited them all.