The East PacificBoard

January 2030
_{The Great Yastreo Bight Crisis}

DECore INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, WEST KURAKONA, The sennheiser union - NIGHT

| JORA nods at the Marshal's words. His posture was stiff too, however his face shown more of a curious expression then an emotionless one. He reaches up and presses his hand against his chest before speaking. |

| _{JORA RYBAK, Prince} | "Yes, it's turn into quite an issue, hasn't it? Well, even though I am the King's son, I have no clue why my father started all of this, he never told the rest of the family. Maybe if we head to the Palace, you could get a better answer out of him in person then me."

THE GREAT YASTREO BIGHT, VALSORA - NIGHT

| As the light from the sun disappeared behind the sea, floodlights from the battlegroup flash on, surrounding the fleet in a bright white that reflected off the surface. However, the submarines that separate the Kriosaivak fleet and the Kurakonan battlegroup keep their lights off, no matter how difficult it is to see. Aboard the AS-274, CAPTAIN HERMAN VENNAMO paced around hull of the submarine, anticipating a first strike from the fleet. He approached a SHIPMEN, who was at the time looking through the periscopes out to the fleet. |

| _{HERMAN VENNAMO, Submarine Captain} | "Are they making a move, yet?"

| _{▀▄, Midshipmen} | "No, sir. They're just shadowing us at the moment."

| _{HERMAN VENNAMO, Submarine Captain} | "Damnit. The Kriosaivak's are makin' me anxious out here."