The East PacificBoard

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Sand is blown, blown by God, beauty of the desert in appearance, but in experience, a pretty terrible and extreme environment for an average human being. Sand is everywhere; In boots, faces, clothing, vehicles and houses. Two bootsteps appear, pushing off few particles of sand. These steps were made by a man, one who did not have native features, but he is overall holding a rifle he smuggled. The man's name is Gonzalo Navarro, he is a veteran in the coalition war against The Hydra State in Sygarius, and also a devout follower of Sanquis Christianity. Wearing a combat vest and a Shemagh, even tolerating this country's extreme heat, he awaits for high ranking men of this holy army that is fighting against a brute in human form. He is part of the LCF's Sierran majority brigade 'Serpies de la Cruz', but he would still wait for orders from the LCF's general. As he awaits by watching vehicles marked with crosses pass by, he sits on a very hot rock, which he could tolerate, saying his prayers.

The navy's approach.

The fleet that has sent amphibious assault ships have split up, diverting it's half to Ola F2, as the other half manage to merge with Ola F3, the one patrolling the waters of Islamist coasts. As the merge is in, the Ola F3 fleet soon attempts contacts with Islamist coastal patrols.

/\/\ This is Admiral Cazalla of Flota del Ola numero tres, we heard these coastal points are held by anti-Saddam factions, is that correct? /\/\

If things go really wrong, the F3 is ready.

At the Ola F2, they can see pro-Saddam forces march around the beaches from far away, and even military positions from satellite imagery. They are ordered to take action, as missile cruisers, accompanied by frigates and corvettes, head to the beaches, readying their weapons. Five fighter jets take off from aircraft carriers, with two of them having air-launched cruise missiles equipped. As the navy approaches, first missile launches were fired from missile cruisers, even if it's likely that the Levantine defenses would intercept them, they are hoping that it distracts the enemy from fighter jets.

As they get farther and farther away from Irene, they eventually arrive at a checkpoint. Behind that, is completely untouched woods, spared from the ravages of the fires.

"20 or so miles away from this is New Cortheas. It's so connected with the natural world that even the raiders who had taken up residence didn't want to risk setting anything alight, for their own health. It made retaking the city rather easy, considering artillery wasn't being used."

As the transports pass, the guests can see Nymphs and other woodland beings enjoying themselves. A tunnel opens up in a small glade, and a dragon flies out, discussing Imperial politics with a Gnoll of all things. Imperial patrols are even more common here, but laxer, helping with groceries or dealing with the occasional dispute. But what is more noticeable is that when a guest blinks, those not human or kinfolk disappear from view, reappearing after another look. New Cortheas's Administrative Spire can be seen from here, with greenery being visible from the distance.

"Welcome to Imperial Territory." Sara says in greeting and invitation.