Butuan City
1900
As the Cannie Plenipotentiary to Butuan, Mister Kenneth James had the honor of laying the tracks for Pax Oceania, a vision of "True Peace" through a central and authoritarian force. Few outside of his ideological sphere could be counted as neutral or friendly to this vision, to countless millions in Europe this idea of Oceanic National Democracy likely appeared as only a contemporary form of fascism. And so it very well may be, thought Mister James, so it would be this evening without question.
He would reach his opposite in mere minutes, traveling by foot and without security, in the event of captivity it would be suffered alone from this evening forward. Beneath his stiff Officers uniform he felt his sweat beading in protest of such vigorous exercise in the early evening as the olive drab coloured clothe clung to his forty-nine year old body. In line with the latest fashion, Mister James carried a black briefcase with the national democratic compass symbol etched on the outward facing side, surely an illegal item in the Rajh's realm.
Wedged between his cheek and gums, Mister James displayed a goose-egg sized lump where Butuanese Chewing Tobacco moistened and burned in to his gums. Upon arrival the man hawked a brown-black stream of spit in to an empty bottle that he regrettably expected to be confiscated at any moment. In Cantigny this would show to his hosts that he was comfortable and honest about his vices, most cultures possessed a different view however, chewing tobacco might be perceived as a severe gesture of disrespect here in Butuan.
Operation Strawberry
New Egg, Cantigny
1200
The four heavy frigates coasted away from New Egg, Cantigny at a moderate pace, making no sudden turns in their direct route to Butuan. Eight destroyers and two missile cruisers escorted three cruiseliners in that same moderate and entirely unimposing pace. Aboard the cruiseliners, 2650 Expeditionary Troops (unique to a standard trooper only by emblem and dress uniform) debated with one another over the sincerity of their Commanders, who had claimed they would sail to Tangaloa for a harsh fight on the beaches. Theories were cast wildly like STDs in a garrison whorehouse, ranging from "Summer Exercise" to "Adelaide Occupation", even settling the republican rebel fire set on Adelaide Island.
Minute to minute, hour to hour, the theories began to centralize around a proper invasion. Certainly someone aboard knew the true mission, and was telling their comrades, who trickled information down every tier of the military hierarchy. "Bombaim or Tangaloa, boys" a goonish looking infantrymen bellowed over his platoon, packed together in a small room, "here we come!". Pulling his trousers down to his ankles, the infantrymen continued with a new song and jig, "I can swim to Anglyn just like this, Bombaim to Tangaloa and never quit!".
"Group Attention" Sergeant Malkin called out. A 1st Lieutenant by the name of Rodgers fielded the NCO's bellamy styled salute with one of his own, "Stand easy" he said with a briefing folder tucked beneath his armpit. "Late this evening we will depart from the primary naval force, and land at what . . " Rodgers squinted at a strip map of where the cruiseliner was destined for, " . . what seems to be an arbitrary location on the west coast of Butuan. We will march to the nearest town, rank in file, to secure one of the first command centers while our sister platoon begins scouting airfields".
"Weapons should be placed on red safe, and the rule of engagement is to fire only if fired upon", a grumble from junior enlisted soldiers inspired a drawn out description of a body stacking detail from Sergeant Malkin, who claimed he would have them remember each name and backstory of individuals they killed. "To be clear: our mission is to secure Butuan for National Agencies I have never heard of, who will apparently establish a 'Patriots Accord' with the standing Government, to include the King . . 'An Heroic undertaking to uphold the integrity of our Oceanic Brothers'".
1900
As the Cannie Plenipotentiary to Butuan, Mister Kenneth James had the honor of laying the tracks for Pax Oceania, a vision of "True Peace" through a central and authoritarian force. Few outside of his ideological sphere could be counted as neutral or friendly to this vision, to countless millions in Europe this idea of Oceanic National Democracy likely appeared as only a contemporary form of fascism. And so it very well may be, thought Mister James, so it would be this evening without question.
He would reach his opposite in mere minutes, traveling by foot and without security, in the event of captivity it would be suffered alone from this evening forward. Beneath his stiff Officers uniform he felt his sweat beading in protest of such vigorous exercise in the early evening as the olive drab coloured clothe clung to his forty-nine year old body. In line with the latest fashion, Mister James carried a black briefcase with the national democratic compass symbol etched on the outward facing side, surely an illegal item in the Rajh's realm.
Wedged between his cheek and gums, Mister James displayed a goose-egg sized lump where Butuanese Chewing Tobacco moistened and burned in to his gums. Upon arrival the man hawked a brown-black stream of spit in to an empty bottle that he regrettably expected to be confiscated at any moment. In Cantigny this would show to his hosts that he was comfortable and honest about his vices, most cultures possessed a different view however, chewing tobacco might be perceived as a severe gesture of disrespect here in Butuan.
Operation Strawberry
New Egg, Cantigny
1200
The four heavy frigates coasted away from New Egg, Cantigny at a moderate pace, making no sudden turns in their direct route to Butuan. Eight destroyers and two missile cruisers escorted three cruiseliners in that same moderate and entirely unimposing pace. Aboard the cruiseliners, 2650 Expeditionary Troops (unique to a standard trooper only by emblem and dress uniform) debated with one another over the sincerity of their Commanders, who had claimed they would sail to Tangaloa for a harsh fight on the beaches. Theories were cast wildly like STDs in a garrison whorehouse, ranging from "Summer Exercise" to "Adelaide Occupation", even settling the republican rebel fire set on Adelaide Island.
Minute to minute, hour to hour, the theories began to centralize around a proper invasion. Certainly someone aboard knew the true mission, and was telling their comrades, who trickled information down every tier of the military hierarchy. "Bombaim or Tangaloa, boys" a goonish looking infantrymen bellowed over his platoon, packed together in a small room, "here we come!". Pulling his trousers down to his ankles, the infantrymen continued with a new song and jig, "I can swim to Anglyn just like this, Bombaim to Tangaloa and never quit!".
"Group Attention" Sergeant Malkin called out. A 1st Lieutenant by the name of Rodgers fielded the NCO's bellamy styled salute with one of his own, "Stand easy" he said with a briefing folder tucked beneath his armpit. "Late this evening we will depart from the primary naval force, and land at what . . " Rodgers squinted at a strip map of where the cruiseliner was destined for, " . . what seems to be an arbitrary location on the west coast of Butuan. We will march to the nearest town, rank in file, to secure one of the first command centers while our sister platoon begins scouting airfields".
"Weapons should be placed on red safe, and the rule of engagement is to fire only if fired upon", a grumble from junior enlisted soldiers inspired a drawn out description of a body stacking detail from Sergeant Malkin, who claimed he would have them remember each name and backstory of individuals they killed. "To be clear: our mission is to secure Butuan for National Agencies I have never heard of, who will apparently establish a 'Patriots Accord' with the standing Government, to include the King . . 'An Heroic undertaking to uphold the integrity of our Oceanic Brothers'".