Oneida
Established Nation
Sunday, Jan. 6
Just West of Helgoland, Eiffelland
The República had 2,000 people on board with corridors that spread for kilometers, eleven decks, and too many narrow passage ways to count. It was the pride of the Aurarian Fleet. While life on board certainly wasn’t glamorous, the notoriously lazy Aurarians certainly found ways to improve the quality of life on the boat. There were multiple relaxation rooms across the ship, all based on rank, that had a sad excuse for a couch, TVs, and a wide assortment of books to read. The kitchen worked almost as hard as the rest of sailors in order to ensure that even at sea, the world-famous tastes of home were always close. At various points throughout the day, the back end of the ship turns into a makeshift gym for the sailors to burn stress…since it was not very difficult to stress out an Aurarian.
Still, despite the discomforts, the Aurarians onboard had a certain sense of honor. They were serving the Republic in its first military deployment in quite some time. Not only that, they were being deployed to quell any danger that the Justosians posed. Almost universally viewed as simple, fictional, and royalist inbreds by the Aurarians, having the opportunity to show case the Republic’s military might could not be passed up.
Admiral Castaños breathed in deep and exhaled. The smell of the sea air was refreshing. At sixty-five years of age, Francisco Castaños Urioste had a long career of service in the Aurarine Republic Navy. His age was clearly getting the better of him and retirement loomed in the distance. How he was put in charge of FOSHM, no one was quite sure. While he certainly possessed the competency to lead a fleet, it was a well-known rumor he was a friend of the bottle.
The Admiral walked closer to the edge of the bridge, looking at the windows and the flight deck of the República. Sailors were darting across the flight deck. The first objective of flight deck was launching the
The Admiral’s gaze turned upwards, so he could see the two destroyers flanking the carrier and the Frigate leading the group. He smiled to himself. It was a proud day for him, to command the fleet of a nation that was certainly not known for its military prowess.
“Admiral,” a voice called out from behind him “We’ve received new orders from Solis. The Pelasgians are preparing a fleet to enter the Hamar Sea. We are to rendezvous with the fleet as soon as we leave the Long Sea.”
The aid handed the admiral the decrypted orders from Solis. He reviewed the full details of the Pelasgian fleet.
“Well fuck,” he thought to himself “The Aurarians intended to dwarf the Justosian Fleet, but clearly the Pelasgians won’t be outdone.”
“Very good,” Admiral Castaño replied “Make the necessary arrangements then.”
@Justosia @Pelasgia
Just West of Helgoland, Eiffelland
The República had 2,000 people on board with corridors that spread for kilometers, eleven decks, and too many narrow passage ways to count. It was the pride of the Aurarian Fleet. While life on board certainly wasn’t glamorous, the notoriously lazy Aurarians certainly found ways to improve the quality of life on the boat. There were multiple relaxation rooms across the ship, all based on rank, that had a sad excuse for a couch, TVs, and a wide assortment of books to read. The kitchen worked almost as hard as the rest of sailors in order to ensure that even at sea, the world-famous tastes of home were always close. At various points throughout the day, the back end of the ship turns into a makeshift gym for the sailors to burn stress…since it was not very difficult to stress out an Aurarian.
Still, despite the discomforts, the Aurarians onboard had a certain sense of honor. They were serving the Republic in its first military deployment in quite some time. Not only that, they were being deployed to quell any danger that the Justosians posed. Almost universally viewed as simple, fictional, and royalist inbreds by the Aurarians, having the opportunity to show case the Republic’s military might could not be passed up.
Admiral Castaños breathed in deep and exhaled. The smell of the sea air was refreshing. At sixty-five years of age, Francisco Castaños Urioste had a long career of service in the Aurarine Republic Navy. His age was clearly getting the better of him and retirement loomed in the distance. How he was put in charge of FOSHM, no one was quite sure. While he certainly possessed the competency to lead a fleet, it was a well-known rumor he was a friend of the bottle.
The Admiral walked closer to the edge of the bridge, looking at the windows and the flight deck of the República. Sailors were darting across the flight deck. The first objective of flight deck was launching the
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. The Eagle Eye’s task was to start training missions on scanning and collecting data to transmit back to the República’s bridge. The Aurarians weren’t expecting any threat, but it was a good opportunity to train. The Eagle Eye was supposed to begin scanning for the two Aurarian submarines, which went far ahead of the fleet.The Admiral’s gaze turned upwards, so he could see the two destroyers flanking the carrier and the Frigate leading the group. He smiled to himself. It was a proud day for him, to command the fleet of a nation that was certainly not known for its military prowess.
“Admiral,” a voice called out from behind him “We’ve received new orders from Solis. The Pelasgians are preparing a fleet to enter the Hamar Sea. We are to rendezvous with the fleet as soon as we leave the Long Sea.”
The aid handed the admiral the decrypted orders from Solis. He reviewed the full details of the Pelasgian fleet.
“Well fuck,” he thought to himself “The Aurarians intended to dwarf the Justosian Fleet, but clearly the Pelasgians won’t be outdone.”
“Very good,” Admiral Castaño replied “Make the necessary arrangements then.”
@Justosia @Pelasgia
