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Cursed aircraft.
Kea: Well it seems I'm not the only one who sees things.
it isn't that cursed smh
Technically I can take one Xeosian, have it eat dirt, and then one year later have an army of millions of juvenile Xeosians. No I will not elaborate.
Vita starts walking around taking off her headphones
Vita doesn't notice.
Seems Vita just went to her room to play video games
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Vita still doesn't notice
Vita doesn't hear sign language...
Untecna and Nora States
Max Barry should add a downvote button for posts
Xeosia later, Kingdom Of Englands, Untecna, Chizale, and 1 otherTeperkesi
No one can lmao
Untecna and Chizale
Vita then does notice her
Vita: ...?
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Untecna and Nora States
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Vita: Um hello?
Operation Sacred Solitude
And so, the Nestoras-class cruisers would begin to assemble their weapons in the skies above. Weightlessly, effortlessly, the construction robots float through the ether and put the modules together and form up orbital platforms, and would lodge at the hearth of these platforms a set of launchers; In that launchers were rods of glistening silver - tungsten. The Custodian Matrix connects to the platforms assembled by the cruisers, and would make count. Twelve... thirteen... there were eighteen platforms at the moment, all of which are prepared to rain fire onto the grounds below. Cybele would contact the Magna government and request for coordinates of all territories currently confirmed to be containing fortified Orientemian hold-outs. As they do this, the Marinus-class frigates also begin to slowly but surely descend into the grounds below, landing onto Oranic-controlled Orientemian territory in order to refit their arsenal en masse, replacing their usual antimatter warheads with large payloads of napalm.
The tungsten fell, and fell hard, and reunited with the land from whence they came in brilliant, blinding, momentous flashes that carried with it thunderous claps that deafened those unlucky enough to have been too distant for a merciful death. The objective of the bombardment was not to cause death, however, but to modify the landscape of the Orientemian landscapes to such extreme extent that any advantage that comes with the preservation of one's position upon the high ground could be safely nullified by the approaching Magna. And, as the Church continues bombardments, Scholarch Cybele would hope that the fear of death or of the shock and awe alone would convince the Orientemians to hide even more desperately - deeper and deeper, away from it all, into trenches or into caves, so long as they might sleep knowing that the hailstorm of molten rods would not strike them. As the firing mission ends, and the Church waits with hope for affirmation that the Orientemians have indeed dug in as the tungsten rods lay waste to their fortifications, then came the next strikes.
Marinus-class frigates, that had been parked on the ground for refitting, would return to the heavens once more. As they do, they pass by the ruined, flattened mountains, and would strike into the chasm with payloads of napalm mixed with oxiders and other incendiary substances to obtain the perfect conflagration. As the payloads slam into the Orientemian positions, prioritizing dug-outs, bunkers, chasms, whatever isolated, defensible position there may be that might house enemy combatants lying in wait, the napalm melts and melts, and flares up material and flesh alike. As the fire ignites into the Orientemian positions, the unlucky would be immediately blinded as their eyes dry up while their hair spontaneously ignites and pierce into their skin and thrash at the nerves until they can feel no more. The effectiveness of the flames can be discerned by the pungency of the charred, creophagous stench.
Then, the process repeats. Tungstens fall like hammer strikes and destroy enemy infrastructure, and bury all combatants within. Napalm would be dropped and be ignited on the ruins, and would merge the rubble and the dead into blackened masses. As the mountains become shorter, and shorter, and shorter in height, the Church would await notice from the Magna to halt the fire missions so as to confirm if what was left of the enemy holdouts have been exterminated.
In Meadrin, Scholarch Cybele would proclaim the conventional stage of conflict to be "indubitably over", and would formally announce the creation of a zone of occupation to be called the "Africa Reutenica Orientalis (ARO)", which takes its name after Orientemia's original designation but in Oranic Latin. The ARO, which is to be administered by Oranic military personnel until the end of the guerilla stage of conflict, is to act as a sort of demilitarized zone where civilian functions, law enforcement, and previously frozen local economies can be restored to their pre-war status in the absence of a unified central government. On discussing why these Oranic soldiers did not opt to instead transfer control of occupied territories over to the Magna, Cybele would note that the retention of these zones of occupation is necessary to streamline and settle the large number of Oranic soldiers that had been deployed on the ground, and that the establishment of the ARO will "grant purpose" to these large quantities of personnel while the battle in the mountains technically continues on.
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