The East PacificBoard

Fukura was finally stable, the Right Hand had fallen into obscurity for the most part. Myehn was stable. Ayuza Halavy stared out the clear rain stained window and glimpsed at the city below. Cars passed across the lawn of the Prime Minister’s House, as the city of Shukumei lit up the night sky in the distance. Here, from the quiet mountainside, Ayuza’s mouth fluttered open and close, as she conversed with the Minister of Defense on the other side of the secure call. The Minister’s soft voice was carried into Ayuza’s ears through the air, and she sighed. She pondered to herself as she pressed the glowing red button that hung up the call. Ayuza pondered to herself for a while, as she contemplated how the actions she would take next would weigh upon her and the nation. These thoughts were too heavy for one person, and she walked out of the room, her mind heavy with thoughts. Regardless of how far she walked from the phone however, those thoughts would hang over her. She would have to make a decision soon enough

That decision would play out months later, as the Myehnese war machine prepared to move into the mainland. Myehn required more resources to feed its growing economy, and in the ever changing world that was Valsora, one could never be too careful with the actions taken. One wrong move could spell the doom of a nation and its people. To help safeguard the nation's prosperity, Myehn would move into the resource rich coasts of former Kianhua. While there were some in Myehn who would vow that the island nation would remain an island nation and nothing more, that mindset would cause the nation to stagnate and only hold it back. At least, that’s what Ayuza told herself, sitting in her office chair. Troops had been loaded into planes and into boats, and they started the journey across the straits towards the ruins of Kianhua…

The large transport aircraft flew over the misty coast and into the cloudy mainland. Below were buildings and roads that had fallen into ruin just as the government of Kianhua had. Inside the cabin was filled with red light, as paratroopers stood stoically, grasping the steel wire that hung above them. In those tense, quiet moments in the plane, men and women checked their gear, and the gear of those around them. Finally, a voice shattered the glass of silence. “Listen up! We’re nearing the drop zone! Double check your gear, and get set!”
”Yessir!”
The sound of steel clattering against the plastic straps and buckles clicking filled the interior of the aircraft. The clicking of the doors on the side opening up was soon followed by the wind flying past. Outside was a monotonous gray, and the spires of ruined skyscrapers could be seen below. The first troops lined up at the door. The light turned green, and they jumped out, the yelling of the jumpmaster behind them. The adrenaline rushed through their veins, and the sound of their hearts beating filled their ears, as they stepped from the solid steel, to air. Then, came the feeling of nothing. The only thing they could hear now was the sound of the wind rushing past their ears. The concrete needles approached closer and closer, as they accelerated towards the ground. And then, came the braking. A few years ago, during a routine exercise, one soldier in the brigade jumped, only for his parachute to open and rip. The bloodcurdling sound of his screams as he plummeted to his death was a painful memory for the troops. Thankfully, this time the parachutes snapped open, and the troops floated gracefully to the ground. As their feet touched the ground, they quickly rolled up their parachutes, and pulled out their weapons. Regrouping at a fallen pillar, the troops began to move out. Throughout the city, scenes like this occurred, as tanks and even more troops came up from the beach. Occasional firefights broke out through the city, but were quickly suppressed by infantry and vehicles. Exosuit equipped soldiers marched through the streets, and so began the conquest of the mainland.

Tanks rolled through the streets, as citizens cowered, and feared for their lives. Cities after towns and cities would submit to the Myehnese. Their forces would progress further and further to the west, stopping for no one. Some would try. None would succeed. Their screams of defiance would turn into screams of pain and death. The armies of Myehn would march west, seemingly until they would reach the ocean. However, as quickly as they progressed, they stopped. Myehnese troops, bar the ones being stationed to keep the peace. The reasons would be unknown, until suddenly, a declaration of war on Rajyam, aiding Yukkira was announced by the Diet. Troops, tanks and supplies would rush to the new provinces, and Myehnese Jets would be seen flying out of any major airport they could find. War was coming,

Weeks prior, Yukkiran diplomats had landed in Shukumei under the pretense of talks between the two nations. Of course, this was but a front for the affirmation of Myehnese support for the Yukkirans. Rajyam was a threat to Orientalis, or at least the Myehnese plan for it. Any action in curbing them would work. If that wasn’t all, the Yukkirans offered Myehn another great reward for their assistance. The island of Nui’ao, in the North Demetric, which would be a useful base to further Myehn’s plans in the future. With all of this on the table, the deal was shaken upon, and in the coming weeks, Myehn would continue gearing up for war.