Rewritten 'Rejoice and Revolt'

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"As of this morning, several of the Naeslagt spies, who were captured months ago as a result of Operation Concentration which saw more than 80 spies captured across the country, were released this morning. The release of the foreign agents was part of the deal that was agreed upon by the Federal Government and the Kingdom of Naeslagtland.

This was met by controversies as many people shared that those spies should have served their sentence as with the other and not be let free. A spokesperson of the Høyre Party of Agevær would also go on to call the release as unacceptable.

Nevertheless, the Naeslagt operatives are said to be a done deal. They will be sent back home safely where the responsibility will be handed over to Aveland.

In other news, a man from Nexucia was involved in a fatal shooting involving an armed aggressor, apparently from Gestrae..." - FCNN

...

27/8/1702 In the what they call the 'Republic of Flashia' rather than the Federal Republic of Flashia for simplicity sakes, shadowy figures would cross the street under where the lights don't shine.

"You sure it's here?" whispered the middle man of the group.

"The thing never lies, don't worry about it" quietly answered back the leader.

In the past few years, in response to increasing number of slaves escaping without a trace, slave owners got together to develop new ways to track down and get them back to their owners. First, it was the formation and rise of the 'Slave Hunters Guilds' consisting of bounty hunters for bringing slaves back 'home', then it was the devices and gadgets that help making their job even easier.

By applying a special kind of branding, each with distinctive magic signature onto them, and using a special kind of compass, one would be able to find where they had gone at a moment's notice, in this case, some kind of military base. Then, you have the ticking sounds that intensifies in relation to how close the target is.

"We are getting closer..."

And that is just one of the ways for them to bring the slave back. And with everything else, it does have some flaws, most notably, the aforementioned branding had to be applied often as the signature would completely wear out after at least a week depending on the quality. And so, they had to act fast.

The group went up to the sides of the facility with some kind of metal fences with net pattern on them, main entrance points is a clear no-go as there are guards in the way. One slave hunter would approach the fence and reach for the net in an attempt to use it to get himself to the other side, but there is a catch...

"AI!" he recoiled back with what seems like electricity flowing through his hand "What is this? An Electric Enhanced Magic Fence?"

"Shhh!" shushed the leader "Keep quiet, they will know we're here"

"Oh... sorry"

The leader then turns towards the mage.

"Hey, can you open this up for us?"

The mage simply nodded, as she got to her job. She casted a fire spell, cutting the fence in a large rectangular pattern as the piece would fall out to their side. The hunters didn't waste any time going through the gap.

All that's left now is to find this slave they were tasked to find. The hunters carefully moved around the facilities, avoiding the guards before making it to a campsite. This is where the ticking only intensified as they got closer and closer.

They went through rows after rows before the hunters were sure this is it, and went to where the arrow is pointing, the compass would lead them to a camp and it's here that the team of slave hunters realized... they got the wrong row.

Not to worry though, there wasn't anything to stop them from going straight through before moving on to right outside the tent where the compass is pointing at. The hunters would enter the tent, finding a lone young girl inside.

She was recognized as the target for this ragtag team of slave hunters, and so they jumped in and tackled the frightened girl. They quickly tied her hand and wrap a piece of cloth over her mouth so the targeted girl would be easier to handle without hailing too much attention.

"We are going to get a lot from this..."

"Indeed... Hey there, no point in resisting now, we got you where we want you to be"

The slave hunters were filled with glee as they caught their fish. With the girl gradually giving up on resisting, they began to exit the tent with the girl being held on both sides by 2 of the 3 men.

In a perfect world, they would make the journey back home and get their paycheck. But they aren't living in a perfect world, the slap of reality would hit upon going outside, taking in the form of several barrels of black guns pointing directly at them.

There were 8 armed men that turned out to be anticipating for them to come out this whole time much to their bafflement, and there wasn't any way they could have known that these soldiers were waiting considering the disturbing lack of mana. There was seemingly no way that they have something else to watch over the area, and yet these 8 guys were clearly prepared for them.

Despite the Flashians having not saying anything yet, the message is still crystal clear. The leader sighed as he would raise his hands before his knee was forced down on the ground, the other guy would follow suit. Only the mage tried to resist only to have her effortlessly in vain as they knocked her down before she could even start the spell.

They would be restrained by something that's completely unknown to them. It isn't rope nor any of the shackles that come to mind, but it is still tight and effective in restricting hand movement. The Flashians would then finally breaks their silence:

"Få dem ud herfra! For helvede..."

No one among them understood what they had said, but one could've sworn it's a dialect of the Naeslagtlandic language. They were then forced up as they were escorted to where they will be held, and the rest is history.

...

In a hideout established within Flashia, is where unions of slave hunters group gather around and base their operations in. Its vitality lies in communication for the hunters, something that is not impossible to pull off but nonetheless difficult without having to form a coalition.

They may be here independently for the gold, but that doesn't mean cooperation with one another is off the table. With Flashia being a newly discovered country, working with others is basically the only option to easily go around the uncivilized republic without many batting an eye.

This particular hideout has a messy assortment of manacomms for what it's worth, enough to keep in touch with all of the hunters in one region, that being Agevær, or at least the mainland. But for some reason, many of them started disappearing, with no response received from the ones they're trying to contact.

"Damn it! Another one!" swore one of the operators "We lost contact with Gyula and his team!"

The lead operator could only facepalm as hunters seem to only disappear every time they go for a trip to hunt down their respective targets. Were they successful in achieving their goal? Or were they doomed to fail? No one knows, and that's by far the most eerie part.

The lead would then get back to work, trying to work his way around this problem they're facing.

"Halt all operations for now and send a scout team to figure out what had happened"

"Yes, sir" as the operator turns back to the manacomms.

That left the leader sitting there, thinking about the sudden disappearance. He can't figure out what seems to be the problem, but he's still determined to get to the bottom of this.

As the operators on their manacomms and the lead are overseeing this, they would hear a muffled sound of a door forced open by something forceful, immediately attracting their attention. What ensued shortly after is the chaotic exchanges of voices and periodic sharp sounds that they were unable to recognize.

They were utterly confused as to what's going on, many hesitant in going outside. But answers are all so desired at this point that one would reach for the door, twisting the doorknob and swing it outward.

Boy what a mistake it was.

As soon as the door swings open, he was immediately grabbed by someone, swiftly met the floor with barely any time to react. After that, men in brown-green entered the room with lights directed at the operators inside.

"POLICE!" yelled the unknown "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!"

Everyone inside stopped doing what they were doing and did just that, getting down on the ground. One by one, they would be restrained by these mysterious men who proclaims themselves to be 'Police' despite the their yellow sign on their armor and helmet clearly saying 'POLITI'

Confusion continues to ravage through them, this time at a rate of a tsunami. They haven't figured this out yet, but they have found themselves to be the victims of the Special Intervention Units.



...

"...Another series of crackdown was carried out yesterday in Agevær, with the Federal Police conducting raids on numerous locations and captured many of the quote-on-quote 'slave hunters'. This series of raids stems from prior reports of incidents involving such groups. From the attempted kidnapping at the refugee camp to a confrontation resulting in the fatal self-defense shooting in Nexucia the other day.

From official reports, up to 6 locations were discovered, up to 103 hunters arrested and 25 killed as a result of the raids. According to one member of the SIU who participated in one of the raids, these slave hunters had used these locations as some sort of base of operation with some communication devices that are like archaic and bulky radio.

As for what the Federal Government would do after this, we still don't have a word for it. Speaking of slaves, trials of multiple nobles and soldiers have commenced this morning. What they are charged with varies, but has a common trait being 'Slavery' and at least a few charges. Currently the trials are still ongoing and we'll keep a close eye on any updates" - Dagen Begivenheder 24/7

...

South-West Yelovsk, Varikan Empire A military general, responsible for the administration of the region, is sitting in his office in the regional capital, reading various papers of reports collected and compiled for him. A knock was then heard on the door, which shifted his attention.

"You may come in"

The door then creaks open, revealing an officer with a sabre in sheathe on his left.

"Ah Kvetoslav Denisovich! Come and take a seat!"

Kvetoslav nodded and came over after closing the door. He would then take a seat facing the general.

"I suppose you got something to report back?"

"Yes sir, it's about the slave hunters we hired to get our properties back from Flashia"

"Ah yes, how have they been doing? Did they recapture what we requested?"

The officer only sat there silent, struggling to utter even a single word.

"...Don't tell me they failed"

"Well... they haven't failed just yet, we just couldn't contact them somehow"

The general sighed as he then facepalmed himself.

"What a waste..." he mumbled to himself before turning back to Kvetoslav "Very well then, I suppose that's it?" to which Kvetoslav simply nodded "Then you are dismissed"

Kvetoslav then leaves the office with the general alone. As he sat there thinking about something. Maybe about the slave hunter gone missing? Who knows? All we know for sure is there is a level of uncertainty in this room.

"Maybe a walk would help"

...

Hannen Joint Airbase, Esterria As A-400Ms came and unload the troops and the vehicles they carried before leaving again, the Esterrian Wyvern Corps and the Luftforsvar pilots are sitting in the lounge where they had been relaxing in.

The pilots of 127th squadron are here as well, having moved back from Southern Terholt where they conducted strikes from during the 2nd Battle of Pannerden.

"...I killed like what? 4 wyverns from that run alone?" retold Hjertsson, the squadron leader of the 127th.

"Heh, I killed like 6 of them" chimed in another member of his squadron "All of them was on the ground though"

"Then that wouldn't count would it?"

"Basically you're saying you shot down nothing?" added one of the Esterrian wyvern rider.

The room erupted in a brief period of laughter, leaving the subject pilot looking like that one disappointed football fan.

"Very funny..."

"...Anyways, what about you Esterrian guys? How did you do back there?"

"Oh, nothing much" said Captain Noordink "We just rain down fireballs on those slavers like we were on a hunting season"

"Still, that's kind of cool if you ask me..."

Noordink nodded in acknowledgement to his counterpart's word, before continuing.

"There is one interesting thing though... When I was above Pannerden, my buddy seemingly lost control of himself at time, and when that happens, he threw me around as he rolled side to side"

"Shit, that might've been us leaving behind some hot hot gas"

Noordink turned to the pilot who said it, wide-eyed.

"That was you all along?"

"Yeah, sorry bud" Hjertsson apologized "Forgot to tell you our jets screw up the air for a couple of minutes or so"

"It's all fine anyways... at least now I know that we need to be careful when you guys had been nearby"

As they talked and talked to keep them occupied with something, another member of the Luftforsvar entered the room, dirtied with black tars.

"Ay Max! I thought you were going to dig a grave with others?"

"I was until the ground spit black gold right into my face"

Noordink was confused by what was said. From his knowledge, golds can't be black at all.

"May I ask what a 'black gold' is?"

To which Hjertsson answered.

"That's one of the ways we call crude oil"

That only exacerbated his confusion, and Hjertsson seemed slightly annoyed by this.

"You seriously don't know what it is? Black liquid! You can set it on fire!"

"The useless fire-capable liquid?"

"Are you fu-"

"Now, now..." Max cuts off the 127th leader "The useless fire-capable liquid as you call them can be refined into various other things, and one of those something else happens to be the fuel our jets run on"

"Wait, wait, wait," uttered a surprised Noordink "You're saying that the flammable liquid that's supposedly only useful for show can be transformed into fuel for machines that you and us have been operating?"

"Well, gasoline also made from crude oil could make a bottled weapon but yes"

Excitement had never been high for them. Esterria is historically kind of notorious for having a lot of it in their land that is said to should have been useful for more important matter. While we're at it, the Kingdoms Union Gestrae had also much of their stock of such liquid sent to the Commonwealth as a rather crude form of mockery.

For them, having so much of it was a waste of space and resources for disposal. But never would they think the notion of flammable liquid is only for show be broken by their friends from Flashia, revealing that they are, in fact, extremely useful.

"This is such a very good news!" shouted Noordink "Who knew they were actually unknowingly supply us with fuel and ingredients for weapon all this time!"

To be fair, Esterria also did not know this at the outset, but the Flash just let them have their time of their life, like humans first discovering fire. Especially so when La Ferdina did actually recently turn a batch into their port, inadvertently shooting themselves in the foot...

...They really got so much to time to spare for them to do that even with the catastrophe of Gevaka huh?

...

In the street of South-West Yelovsk, part of the Varikan Empire, there is a general who went for a stroll. The people outside were hesitant to even get close to him, especially ethnic Reslanis that Varika reigns over.

Wherever he goes, bystanders would get out of the way as much as possible, fearing something bad could happen just by getting close.

'Avoiding me as usual... good'

The general kept on taking his step when an old man approached him, holding out a paper. This caught the general's eye, with the paper being the main attraction.

"What is that you're holding out here? Give me that!" he immediately snatched the paper. The general then turn the paper around, revealing a writing in ICL on it.

"Yippee-ki-yay mother..."

And a gunshot suddenly rang out in the street. The general's vision turned black in an instant, and his body stiffened as it fell to its back with a thud. The old man had done it, he was no more.

Soldiers would immediately jump in and apprehend the old assassin, his face still as cold as ever, despite his predicament, with the civilians gathering around the scene. It was clear he had nothing to remorse about.

"Oh dear, he really did it?"

"That old man was crazy enough to do that!"

"I can't believe it, he's actually dead..."

...

"Wait, wait, wait, you're saying the head of Yelovsk Imperial Administration was assassinated?" questioned a surprised Gessel Kiel.

"That seems to be the case, sir" replied back a subordinate on the phone.

"Did we ever order this to happen? What about Flashia?"

"No, sir, as far as I am aware, there was no order in our Intelligence Office to do so... and Flashia is as surprised as we are here last time I checked"

...

28/8/1702 West Yelovsk Vassal Square With the military general responsible for the administration in the South-East assassinated, the old man was immediately sentenced to death in a not surprising record of an hour. No one had the right mind to see the execution unfold, but who said you can't force them to do so?

Acting on orders, soldiers of the Varikan Tsar Army would barge into houses and force its occupants to go and witness the whole thing, and all of them are Reslanis.

With a huge crowds of people now fully gathered, surrounding the execution platform, they could now continue with the process.

The old perpetuator had his hands tied around the pole, soldiers with their guns is at the ready. His face is somehow still kept straight, despite knowing what he had done and knowing what will happen to him.

How could someone like him keep a straight face despite the gravity of the situation? Asked the soldiers.

An officer came by walking to the small rank of musketeers and got to shouting:

"MAKE READY!"

Prompting the soldiers to put their muskets in front of them, then cocking the hammer of their guns.

"AIM"

The soldiers train their muskets on the old man. They would hold still in this stance as the officer then turned towards the man on death sentence.

"Any last word?"

The old man stood silent, before breaking it himself.

"Слава Реслаїні..."

That was his words before death, marked by: "FIRE!" being shouted out. 5 guns erupted, and a small red mist followed. The elderly assassin is now sailing the sky, leaving only a stiff lifeless body. The crowd stood silent, some who didn't have the guts looked away.

The stood silently and solemnly, as the killer of the military general responsible for their oppression lays dead. The Army thought it was all over, they could go back to normal and maybe perhaps up the exploitation, that is until...

"Слава Реслані..." cried out one of them in the crowds.

"Слава Реслані" more would join in.

"СЛАВА РЕСЛАНІ!" and suddenly all of the crowds were on board. Hell broke loose after that as they started to storm the platform before the Tsar Army could react. The executioners were subsequently be trampled, as the course of history continues with a turbulence.

...

"Wait, I don't understand this just yet, what's happening right now?" said Kvetoslav as others acted urgently.

"The Reslani peasants here are revolting!" said his colleague as he too is stressed out from this situation.

"WHAT?!?" yelled Kvetoslav in utter confusion "But I don't understand, the last revolt we had was 300 years ago!"

"THAT WAS 300 YEARS AGO FOR GODS' SAKES! THIS IS DIFFERENT AND IT'S ON A LEVEL NEVER SEEN BEFORE!"

"What do you mean never seen before?"

"We're talking about the regional capital here! They're fighting against us right here!"

...

Einskirka, Esterria Gessel, the Prime Minister of Esterria spends his day by sitting in his office reading a book, while the work is empty. Unlike every single day in his career, the paperwork was surprisingly light, and that allowed him to spend more time off and get some relaxation in the process.

As he sits there, a page is turned, and a knock is heard.

"Who is it?" he asked the one behind the door.

"Sir, it's the Foreign Affairs Department" said the man behind it.

"Ah, right... is there any news regarding our neighbor?"

"Yes sir, it's about the Varikan Empire"

"Huh... let me guess... Yelovsk?"

"Precisely, to be more specific, it's about Reslanis there... they had revolted"

As I said before, South-Eastern Yelovsk do borders Esterria that is 921 km long. Not the entire region but it's still Yelovsk nonetheless.

"Well, I can't say I wasn't expecting this knowing what happened yesterday..." as Gessel turns to another page of his book "It's probably just a town or two right?"

"No sir, we're talking about the regional capital"

The book's cover was closed upon the minister hearing that.

"I'm sorry, I might have mistaken what you just said... did I hear something about the capital city of Yelovsk revolting?"

"There's no mistake here sir, it's all true according to the report"

The Esterrian minister was shocked, even the last revolt was only widespread in small towns but this time, it covers the capital of Yelovsk itself. Gessel taps his finger on the cover as he thinks through the ordeal.

He then turns his eyes back to the door, then letting out a sighed.

"Do keep a watch on the region for now, I'll think about what we will do with others"

"Yes sir, and what about Flashia?"

"I'm sure they already know... Barminde is probably also deciding their next course of action already"

In the Commonwealth of Esterria, it has been a well established fact that Flashia could get and spread news from sources inhumanly fast, just like the news of the assassination that would have take a few days with censorship going around. Another example is the report on the 2nd Battle of Pannerden, which was not only extremely detailed, but also didn't took as long as it should to reach the public's hands.

The one from the Foreign Affairs Department would leave and Gessel once again have time for himself.

'What a turbulent time it is...'

...

The forces consisting of conscripted Reslanis, aptly named the 'Yelovsk Vassal Army' was called upon by the Imperial Administration to respond to the incident in the square. They were hoped to be obedient as usual as they undertake a task crush this revolt of their own people for once and for all. Just outside the square, on an access point by road, the soldiers mounted on carriages, carrying along a few cannons would be facing a crowd in wrath blocking their path.

"MAKE READY!" shouted the commander of a platoon didectly in front. The first line would crouch down and the second would stand still with their weapons out

"AIM!" they took aim at the crowds.

"FIRE!"

"..."

No one shot despite his firm order.

"What's the matter with you all? I said FIRE!"

Again no one fired a single bullet. Then in a shocking course of action, one soldier from the first line, decided to put his barrel down on the ground, both hands on the barrel bands. Seeing this, the rest would follow suit, the first line putting both on the buttstock.

The commander was enraged and the crowd began cheering on these soldiers. Before he had the chance to berate them however, one of them smacked the commander with his musket.

Such mutiny isn't exclusive to this contingent of troops however, as even ones on the self-propelled carriages disobeyed their superiors and subsequently threw them out, who would then run away if they aren't immediately shot.

The crowds flooded their positions, and the conscripted Reslanis welcomed them with hands reaching out as they change sides during this revolt. The Vassal Army is no longer on the Tsar's side, and now Varika face a crisis never seen.

Together they would march on to the military headquarters and governmental building, and from there, exact their revenge.

...

"CANNON! INCOMING!"

A sudden explosion erupted in the walls of the headquarters, as a cannonball hit the building. The Varikan troops had barricaded themselves inside, but despite the defensive measure they took, they were at risk of being overrun.

The Reslanis, both angry civilians and military mutineers had surrounded the building as a whole. Supply is running out, more men kept getting injured, the situation is getting even more dire as the day pass.

"Come on men! We can't lose this fight!"

Their will to defend this place is strong, but the Reslanis also held steadfast in their cause. Both sides exchanged volleys of muskets, and were closing distance every time they stepped forward.

"ANOTHER ONE! GET DOWN!"

The wall would later get torn down, exposing much of the building to the outside. The Varikans had a lot of covers, but those covers are reducing in size, and it's all because of these cannons they got a hold of.

"Why would they turn against us like this? Don't they know any better?!"

"It's like they don't have anything to lose!"

In a way, they really didn't.

The Reslanis conducted a charge on all sides of building, and the Varikans could only hopelessly watch as they began to be overrun. They stormed the building, shot the defenders, or just beat them to hell.

Intense fighting would last to about 4 minutes before it is all over, and 5 minutes after that, the Varikan flag was thrown away, replacing it with a horizontal red-white flag from the pole to the outer side.

The administration building were no better. There weren't that many troops there, and when the people stormed them, the Varikan defenders had stood no chance as they got knocked over by the tides.

Papers, books, and some portraits of the tsar were thrown out the balcony by the Reslanis, symbolic of a new flame of resistance. For the Varikans, it's one of losing control to one of their most important vassals, and to the Reslanis, they may have have a chance to fulfill their wish of an independent Reslania to exist on the map once again.

...

"This is the Voice of News of Esterria, on frequency 105 FM. Today we bring to you one of the first broadcast of the first Esterrian radio station, starting off with what is perhaps the biggest news in the continent of Gestrae since the outbreak of the Havenklein War.

Today, on the 25th day of the 8th month, a city-wide revolt broke out in Yelovsk just one day after the assassination of a prominent military general in the Varikan Empire. Reportedly, the Reslanian people were forced to watch the execution, and after it was carried out, they had suddenly rose up and quickly took over the square.

The Tsar Army had dispatched its troops to quell the uprising, but to no avail, as they would also see a mutiny of the Reslani soldiers and switched sides. After all that, they turned towards the South-Eastern Military Headquarters and the governmental buildings where the defecting troops and civilians stormed and took them over, throwing various Varikan literature and the Tsar portraits out the window.

Reports started to also come in from the regional capital, saying that some Esterrian citizens had gone to Yelovsk to help out with the revolt. This had prompted a response from the Royal Family.

'To all citizens of the Commonwealth of Esterria, we urge you to not go to Yelovsk as the situation is getting turbulent by the hours, for the region is now extremely dangerous to go. We urge you to think through what you are going to do there and make the right decision.'

The Royal Senate has also called up an emergency meeting regarding the situation, we will keep you updated on the details"

The gavel struck twice, the bang resonating in the large building.

"ORDER!" the Prime Minister shouted, silencing the remaining chatter in the room. The Senate had called up an emergency meeting in light of recent events, and after the room fell silent, they could proceed.

"Thank you for coming today, members of the Senate, we shall begin our today's session"

Gessel then get his hand on the papers of high quality from Flashia, tapping the bottom against the stand to make sure they're in line with each other. He clears his throat and continued on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as some of you might have known by now, the South-East region of Yelovsk is currently undergoing a revolt right at the center of the capital. The revolt started as a result of the assassination of General Timoshkin Rasim Kirillovich and the execution of his killer, identity still unknown. So I will go straight to the point: Do we support this or not?"

Debates would erupt among the members of the Senate, discussing the idea of backing up the rebels in Varika. Gessel, who had given the time for them to do so, raised his voice again.

"Mr. Septmaat, can you tell us your opinion?"

Septmaat, who is situated among the left portion to his left, stood up and began speaking.

"Thank you Prime Minister, now as for the question: Do we support this or not? To which I say yes to that! The Varikan Empire is a cohort of the Kingdoms Union Gestrae led by the La Ferdinans down to our South. Not only did they imposed sanctions on us, they also supplied the Havenklein slavers during our war, an unforgiving act in my book. I have yet to see a reason against supporting the Reslanis"

And then a feminine, firm "OBJECTION!" rang out the room.

"Ms. Nyenink" Gessel immediately recognized "Can tell us why you objects to this opinion of Mr. Septmaat"

Nyenink stood up, hands still on the table.

"I don't believe supporting the rebelling peasant would do any favor for us" she said "What if the revolt fails? Would our efforts be in vain? And would this lead to a war we can't possibly win?"

"I'm going to stop you right there Ms." said Septmaat "Leading to a war we can't possibly win? Really? If you rewind back to a week prior, we had signed the mutual defense treaty with Flashia, so we have even much more better chance to emerge victorious if such a war is bound to happen"

"Flashia is only there to manipulate us! I know for a fact, a truth that you people wouldn't accept"

"Yes, I do admit Flashia does influence us in a way, however I would much more prefer this than having our Fatherland completely colonized with little to no freedom. They were also kind enough to send over their equipment, though old to them, changed how the war went entirely"

"All of those equipment are nothing, they have no magic in it whatsoever so I doubt it's any better than what those Kingdoms Union have"

"At first I thought so too, but then the Havenklein Offensive happened, and the results were so shocking that it took me a week to fully accept it. Say what you want but there's no doubt their equipment of no magic whatsoever proved superior to the Union's supposedly best materiel"

"That's only because we had Luftforsvar fighting with our troops!"

"Let me clarify something first, I wanted to highlight the 'Luft' part of the name, which is the word for air. It clearly says that they're an air branch, not the entire military, plus a vast majority of the fighting is still us, just with their supplied equipment"

The female member of the Senate was flabbergasted, she had no words to counter what Septmaat just uttered from his mouth.

"Ehem... thank you very much Mr. Septmaat and Ms. Nyenink, both of you can sit down now"

The opposing Senators would sit down, Nyenink in particular looking a bit down while Septmaat just kept a neutral face.

...

The Variks are coming.

That's the message they received as the sun sets on this city. Many would prepare the defense of the revolting city, using whatever they can find to block the roads. Some Esterrians and Flashians have come to their aid too, pouring some kind of liquid into a bottle before stuffing cloth in it, leaving half of it dangling outside.

They did this for a lot of other bottles while they would also instruct the Reslanis, particularly curious and eager as to how to use them. The instructions for this kind of new weapon is surprisingly easy to understand, just set the cloth on fire and throw it at your intended target.

For now, the soldiers on their side with red cloth tied around their hands watch the things in front of their blockade, resting their muskets on the furniture used.

They anxiously wait there as new bottles are poured with something called 'gasoline'. One Flashian, as one could tell from the lack of mana would run up to the musketeer.

"Hey, is everything alright here?" said the person.

"Yes, we're doing fine. How about you?" replied one of the armed Reslanis.

"Nothing much, just wanted to check on you and give you these bottles" as he gave out the 'gasoline'-filled bottle with the cloth sticking out at the top.

The musketeers would gladly receive the bottles from the hands of the Flashian. Suddenly, a voice that went through some sort of filter as it seemf rang out from out of nowhere.

"Edvard, hvordan går det?"

The voice scared the Reslanis for a bit, but the Flashian seemed fine with it. He would take out a black box, put it close to face.

"Ja, vi har det bra her. Hva med deg?"

To which the box answered back.

"Samme her, bare spør"

It was the same voice that initially caught them off-guard, now they know it came from that, which makes it apparent that was a portable communication device. The soldiers were amazed by this revelation, especially with how small it is, thinking about how useful it could be, but the focus isn't on the box now, it's defending the city.

"Remember, set the cloth on fire and throw these 'Gevakan Vodka' bottles at what you're aiming for"

The Reslanis would nod to the Flashian's reminder on how to use them before he would run back to where he had come from. The red-cloth musketeers shift their focus back outside, still awaiting the inevitable arrival of the Varikan troops.

...

"This is Beam speaking, Waldo you there? Over"

"Yeah, Waldo's here, what's up?"

"Have you got any visual down there? Over"

"At the South-West? Yeah I do, over"

"Then what do you see there Waldo, over?"

"I see... several barricades near the outskirts, they're blocking off the entire city here, we also got soldiers with red tied around their arm with their muskets, possibly also with those cocktails"

"Wait, Waldo, how did they get those Molotov?"

"Pure guess based on some of our folks going to whatever they call this land"

"Ah right..."

"..."

"Hey Beam you heard of that rumor?"

"What rumor?"

"Like our FIIA is down there with them? Arming and training the locals?"

"..."

"Pics or it didn't happen"

"Seriously Beam?"

"Yes"

"Man, fuck you"

"Fuck you too"

"..."

"So uhh... that's all?"

"Yep, nothing else to report here, over"

"Right, thank you Waldo, Beam out"

...