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Pefki District, Ithinai, Ionian Confederacy
5:39
It was another quiet, warm and sunny June day in Ionia's Capital City, Ithinai. Nearchus, a Navarch (Admiral) of the Ionian Navy, was enjoying a day off. Ithinai was quite foresty for an Ionian City, even by the standards of Gallo-Germania. Pefki, the area in whcih he lived in fact, literary translated into Pine from the numerous pines that filled it. Yet it didn't escape the scorching Ionian sun. Not that the Nearchus and the other Ionians had a problem with that; the bright sun breathed life into their land and made them warm and pleasant people. And the bright white, marble-built Neoclassical buildings that composed most Ionian cities almost in their entirety, were also present in Pefki and of course all of Ithinai, reflecting the sunlight with their bleach white surface.
Nearchus walked to a kiosk on a side walk to buy ice cream for his kids and a newspaper. Hermes, a centrist newspaper was the paper of choice for him and his family, along with Poseidon a known Naval Magazine. He didn't rush, the normal day was rare and relaxing for him and the other Ionian Naval personnel. And then he heard a familiar voice calling him;
"Navarch, Navarch!" shouted a young man in uniform rushing toward him;
"What is it Lieutenant Psaras, my good man? Why are you in uniform already, we have the entire weekend off."
Nearchus was close and friendly with his men. For that exact reason he sensed that something was wrong; though he honestly hoped he was wrong for once.
"We're mobilizing! The Arrentines are trying to lay claim to the islands of our Archipelago and HQ mobilized us and contacted our allied forces to assist us!"
"Holy Mother of God!" he kissed his kids and left them two times the money they needed to pay, just to be sure; "Pay up and go home as fast as you can. Daddy has to go to work right now, I'll see you later OK?" The kids nodded and followed his words.
The Admiral was already in uniform, though not in his official ceremonial one, but rather a service uniform used when personnel was off duty, or not in Naval Base facilities.
"Come on we have to get to the Admiralty!"
Lesbos, Ionian Archipelago, Ionian Confederacy
6:14
An Averof Class heavy battleship was moving toward the island of Lesbos, one of the largest Ionian islands and the closest one to the Arrentine Empire, to take part in emergency exercises put together by the Ministry of Defence.
"12' o clock!" said the observation officer;
"Fire!" ordered the captain;
The guns of the ship, named Poseidon, an Averof Class dreadnought and one of the world's largest, turned unleashing their wrath upon a dummy ship made for the drills.
The dummy ship was torn to pieces, light ablaze with entire sections of its haul missing and massive holes on both sides, sinking rapidly into the Ionian Archipelago's crystal waters.
"Target neutralized dispatch."
"Roger that. All ships this is HQ, return to base. Battle-groups Bravo 01 and 02 remain at positions and perform patrols in our territorial waters and exclusive economic zone near Lesbos. The rest regroup and await new orders. Command out."
The heard of ships that was the Ionian 1st Fleet obeyed the command moving to their tasked positions.
5:39
It was another quiet, warm and sunny June day in Ionia's Capital City, Ithinai. Nearchus, a Navarch (Admiral) of the Ionian Navy, was enjoying a day off. Ithinai was quite foresty for an Ionian City, even by the standards of Gallo-Germania. Pefki, the area in whcih he lived in fact, literary translated into Pine from the numerous pines that filled it. Yet it didn't escape the scorching Ionian sun. Not that the Nearchus and the other Ionians had a problem with that; the bright sun breathed life into their land and made them warm and pleasant people. And the bright white, marble-built Neoclassical buildings that composed most Ionian cities almost in their entirety, were also present in Pefki and of course all of Ithinai, reflecting the sunlight with their bleach white surface.
Nearchus walked to a kiosk on a side walk to buy ice cream for his kids and a newspaper. Hermes, a centrist newspaper was the paper of choice for him and his family, along with Poseidon a known Naval Magazine. He didn't rush, the normal day was rare and relaxing for him and the other Ionian Naval personnel. And then he heard a familiar voice calling him;
"Navarch, Navarch!" shouted a young man in uniform rushing toward him;
"What is it Lieutenant Psaras, my good man? Why are you in uniform already, we have the entire weekend off."
Nearchus was close and friendly with his men. For that exact reason he sensed that something was wrong; though he honestly hoped he was wrong for once.
"We're mobilizing! The Arrentines are trying to lay claim to the islands of our Archipelago and HQ mobilized us and contacted our allied forces to assist us!"
"Holy Mother of God!" he kissed his kids and left them two times the money they needed to pay, just to be sure; "Pay up and go home as fast as you can. Daddy has to go to work right now, I'll see you later OK?" The kids nodded and followed his words.
The Admiral was already in uniform, though not in his official ceremonial one, but rather a service uniform used when personnel was off duty, or not in Naval Base facilities.
"Come on we have to get to the Admiralty!"
Lesbos, Ionian Archipelago, Ionian Confederacy
6:14
An Averof Class heavy battleship was moving toward the island of Lesbos, one of the largest Ionian islands and the closest one to the Arrentine Empire, to take part in emergency exercises put together by the Ministry of Defence.
"12' o clock!" said the observation officer;
"Fire!" ordered the captain;
The guns of the ship, named Poseidon, an Averof Class dreadnought and one of the world's largest, turned unleashing their wrath upon a dummy ship made for the drills.
The dummy ship was torn to pieces, light ablaze with entire sections of its haul missing and massive holes on both sides, sinking rapidly into the Ionian Archipelago's crystal waters.
"Target neutralized dispatch."
"Roger that. All ships this is HQ, return to base. Battle-groups Bravo 01 and 02 remain at positions and perform patrols in our territorial waters and exclusive economic zone near Lesbos. The rest regroup and await new orders. Command out."
The heard of ships that was the Ionian 1st Fleet obeyed the command moving to their tasked positions.