“You know what I appreciate most about this war?”he asked, his voice thoughtful.“It’s the transparency. The president told us everything—why we’re here, what we’re fighting for. I’ve never served in an army like this before.”The others nodded in agreement.“That’s because there isn’t another army like this,”a veteran said proudly.“We’re not just fighting for a paycheck or some king’s ego. We’re fighting for something real—for justice, for the people who’ve been suffering under their rule.”The soldiers’ confidence was unshakable. They knew they were on the right side of history, and the enemy’s disarray only reinforced their belief in the righteousness of their cause. As the sun began to set, the Aeternum Army remained motionless, their lines unbroken, their discipline unwavering. On the horizon, the camps of Crown Prince Amariss and Queen Romella descended further into chaos, their once-proud armies teetering on the brink of collapse. Inside the Dragon One, I stood at the observ
Meanwhile, in the Aeternum camp, soldiers discussed the situation in hushed but animated tones. The transparency of the president’s leadership and the reports of the Alemia government’s incompetence had ignited a fiery determination among them.“Did you hear the latest report?”one soldier asked, leaning over his meal tray.“The queen herself admitted to being a puppet for the nobles. Can you believe that?”Another soldier scoffed.“It’s disgusting. They let their people starve and suffer while they live in luxury. No wonder Aeternum had to step in.”A younger recruit, still fresh to the army, spoke up hesitantly.“Do you think we’re really doing the right thing? Taking over an entire nation?”The veteran sitting next to him clapped him on the shoulder.“Kid, we’re not just taking over. We’re fixing what they broke. Look around you—this isn’t a war for power. It’s a war for justice.”The recruit nodded slowly, his doubts fading.“I just… I’ve never seen a leader like the president bef
In the heart of New City, the nerve center of Aeternum’s military operations—The Black House War Room—was abuzz with activity. Communication officers called out coordinates, screens lit up with battlefield updates, and every second was accounted for as the final stages of the Alemia campaign unfolded. Vice President Elijah, seated on the imposing Command Throne, presided over it all with her usual steely composure.But then, a phone rang—a call not routed through the usual secure military channels. The sudden interruption brought the entire room to a halt. All eyes turned to Elijah as she picked up the receiver.“This is Vice President Elijah,”she announced firmly.A familiar but timid voice greeted her.“Vice President Elijah… this is Queen Romella of Alemia.”The room fell into complete silence. Every officer present held their breath, straining to catch any hint of what was being said. The weight of the unexpected call hung heavily in the air.Elijah’s voice turned ice-cold, her t
“It’s over,”she announced, her voice echoing through the chamber.“The Alemia Royalty Faction has fallen—quietly, and without resistance.”The officers in the war room erupted into a flurry of activity, relaying the monumental news across Aeternum’s military network. But amidst the chaos, there was an undercurrent of somber resolve.“This is why Aeternum must lead,”one officer murmured to his colleague.“Their so-called queen waited until the very end to take responsibility—and only when her back was against the wall.”Another officer nodded.“At least she’s surrendering. But the damage is done. Her people have suffered for far too long. It’s time we clean up this mess.”Elijah listened to their hushed conversations; her expression unreadable. Though her demeanor was calm and composed, a storm of thoughts churned within her mind. She knew that this surrender, while significant, was only the beginning. The real work—rebuilding Alemia and bringing it under Aeternum’s banner—was yet to
“What do you want to do, Your Excellency? Should we accept her surrender?”I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the decision before me.“We’ll accept it,”I said finally.“But under our terms. She will relinquish everything, including her dignity as a monarch. She’ll serve as an example of what happens when leaders fail their people. Let her live—but only just enough to remind everyone of the cost of her failures.”Elijah’s tone softened, a hint of respect in her voice.“Understood. I’ll finalize the arrangements and have her surrender publicly acknowledged at the right time. This war is finally nearing its end.”I sat back in my chair, my gaze drifting to the reports strewn across my desk. The Alemia Nation, a land plagued by incompetence and corruption, was finally crumbling. Its remnants would soon be swept away by the strength and unity of Aeternum. In the background, the low hum of Dragon One’s engines served as a steady reminder of the impending victory. The final steps were
“This is why I serve Aeternum,”he said.“Our government doesn’t hide anything from us. The President shows us the truth—the corruption, the suffering, everything. We’re not here for conquest. We’re here to fix what’s broken.”A sergeant nearby nodded.“And the Crown Prince? He deserves everything that’s coming to him. My wife is from Alemia, and she told me stories of what that man has done—taxing people into starvation while throwing lavish parties. It’s disgusting.”Another soldier, a former immigrant from Alemia, added,“It’s not just him. The entire royal family let this happen. But the fact that the President is willing to spare Queen Romella and preserve a part of Alemia’s heritage? That shows we’re not here to destroy—we’re here to rebuild.”Even the officers echoed similar sentiments. In the command tent, a group of captains discussed the decision over steaming mugs of coffee.“This is why we’re different,” one of them said.“Other nations would have razed Alemia to the groun
“[To the citizens of Aeternum, know this: our soldiers, our leaders, and our government are united in our cause. We fight not for conquest, but for liberation. We fight to bring light to a land that has known darkness for far too long. And we fight because we believe in a better future for all.]”As she reached the conclusion of her address, Elijah’s voice softened slightly, carrying a note of hope.“[Let us move forward together—with courage, with resolve, and with the knowledge that we are on the side of justice. Aeternum stands as a beacon of hope, and together, we will bring peace to Alemia Nation. Thank you, and may we all stay safe in the hours ahead.]”The response to Elijah’s address was immediate and palpable. Across Aeternum, workers paused their tasks, families huddled around radios, and soldiers standing in the encampments felt a renewed sense of purpose.In one bustling Aeternum farm, a group of farmers stood together, their hands still muddy from the fields, listening in
Back at the frontlines, as soldiers readied themselves for the final march, they were moved by the reports circulating from command. The evidence of Alemia’s corruption and the suffering of its people only solidified their resolve. Around campfires and inside armored vehicles, soldiers shared their thoughts openly.One young soldier spoke with determination:“It’s not just about winning the war. We’re here to do something right—to fix what’s broken.”Another nodded, clenching her rifle tightly.“The President and the Vice President have never hidden anything from us. They’ve told us why we’re fighting, and that’s why I’d follow them anywhere.”Even the most hardened veterans were touched by the weight of their mission. One grizzled commander, looking out at the stars, muttered to himself,“We’re not just soldiers. We’re builders of a better future.”As the evening turned to night, a quiet anticipation spread across Aeternum and the liberated regions of Alemia. Farmers working their fi
“How… how does this place exist?” she asked hesitantly.The woman smiled kindly, but there was a hint of amusement in her golden eyes. “This is Aeternum,” she said. “And if you think this is impressive… just wait until you see the capital.”Marie and Madeline found themselves in a crowded plaza, where refugees were being processed for temporary housing and work permits. A man—a former Empire soldier—stood beside them, his arms crossed and eyes dark with unease.He had expected harsh treatment, possibly execution. Instead, a polite officer handed him a form and simply said, “You’ll be assigned to manual labor duty in the city cleanup effort. After three months of good conduct, you’ll be eligible for a new job.”He stared at the officer in disbelief.“Just… like that?” he whispered.The officer raised an eyebrow. “What, did you think we’d cut your head off?”The soldier didn’t answer. Because that’s exactly what would’ve happened in the Empire. Marie watched his expression crumble, as i
That night, Aeternum Special Forces operatives moved swiftly.At the city granaries, timed magic explosives were discreetly planted, set to ignite just before dawn. The city's key merchant houses received false messages, each forged to appear as if their rivals had plotted against them.Two high-ranking commanders of Velkan’s security forces were silently assassinated, their deaths staged as an internal betrayal. By the next morning, Velkan descended into anarchy. With food supplies mysteriously destroyed, merchants at each other’s throats, and security forces crippled, riots broke out across the city.The Empire’s forces stationed nearby? They were too afraid to step in, fearing yet another noble feud.As the fourteenth and final day of the operation arrived, General Xing stood on the hills outside Velkan, watching through his binoculars as the city descended into madness. The streets were filled with smoke from burning buildings, merchants clashed violently, and governors had begun
-New City – The Presidential Office-In the heart of New City, the capital of Aeternum, President Kaiser Mies Sai sat in his office, listening intently as Vice President Elijah outlined the current situation. Ministers Andrea of Resource Development and Rafela of Health, Education, and Science were also present, reviewing projections and risk assessments."With the sheer number of refugees arriving, we have two immediate concerns," Elijah stated, placing two documents in front of the President. "First, food and medical supplies. Second, permanent housing and employment. Without a clear plan, we risk destabilizing our own economy."President Mies skimmed the reports before nodding. “We’re already in the process of integrating Alemia Region, and now we have to build an entirely new infrastructure from scratch to support these people.”“That’s where Project Haven comes in,” Andrea interjected. She pulled out detailed blueprints, rolling them open across the large conference table. "We’ve
Alessia smirked. "Then it’s a good thing I’m here to help."Rose raised a curious brow. "Help? How?"The vampire turned her piercing gaze toward the director, a sly smile forming on her lips. "The President wants the Battle Star Empire to plunge into a massive state of confusion."Rose blinked. "Define 'massive confusion’?"Alessia placed a gloved hand on the table and leaned forward. "Aeternum has been extracting refugees under the Empire’s nose without them realizing. But it’s only a matter of time before they start piecing things together. Before that happens, we need to make sure they have bigger problems to worry about."Rose smirked. "Sabotage?"Alessia nodded. "Exactly. If the Empire is preoccupied with internal chaos, their forces won’t have the manpower or resources to focus on hunting refugees. I’ve already mobilized several of my best operatives from Wasteland Command. Our objective is to destabilize key areas near the border—supply chains, noble estates, military outposts.
Deep inside the Empire’s territory, a convoy of refugees moved cautiously through the dense forests of the Eastern States. The night air was cold, their breaths visible in the dim light of the moon. Leading the group was Marie, her heart pounding as she tried to keep her people silent. They had evaded the Empire’s patrols so far, but she knew their luck wouldn’t last forever.A rustling in the trees sent a ripple of fear through the group. Weapons—rudimentary and almost useless against trained soldiers—were gripped tighter. The faint echo of a whistle sliced through the silence, a signal they had been discovered.Suddenly, the trees erupted with gunfire. Sharp, precise shots rang through the air, and the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the ground followed.“Stay down!” a gruff voice called out from the darkness.Out of the shadows, Aeternum’s Special Forces emerged, their dark uniforms blending into the surroundings. Their leader, Captain Soren of the 4th Special Operations Unit,
Meanwhile, deep in enemy territory, Major Riker’s team was executing their sabotage mission with terrifying precision. Explosions ripped through granaries, armories, and supply wagons. Horses screamed as stables were set ablaze, and Empire officers barked orders in panic, unable to comprehend the invisible force dismantling their infrastructure before their very eyes.Inside one of the fortified garrisons, an Empire noble lord clutched his gilded breastplate, his face drenched in sweat. "We’re being destroyed from the shadows! This is not a battle, it’s slaughter! Who is responsible for this?!"A terrified messenger, barely keeping his composure, stammered, "It’s the Aeternum, my lord… they wield weapons that spit fire and strike from afar like the gods themselves! We can’t—"Before he could finish, a single suppressed bullet pierced through the noble’s skull, dropping him lifelessly onto his grand war map."Target down. Moving to extraction," an Aeternum sniper reported through the r
As we continued to monitor the operation, the feed from a drone scout flickered onto the main screen, giving us a real-time view of the battlefield. Empire Hunters were scrambling, some of them already falling victim to the ambush tactics of the Commandos. The wasteland terrain favored our operatives, allowing them to strike swiftly before vanishing without a trace. Every now and then, a small explosion could be seen in the distance, signaling a well-executed strike on an enemy supply route.I exhaled slowly, satisfied with the unfolding plan. The Commandos were proving their worth, and soon, the Empire would realize that hunting down innocent refugees had come at an unforeseen cost.Elijah crossed her arms, glancing at me. “You know, with the rate things are going, it won’t be long before the Empire has to reconsider their actions.”“Oh, they’ll reconsider, alright,” I said, a sharp edge in my voice. “But by the time they do, they’ll have already lost too much to recover.”As we cont
I folded my arms, contemplating the next course of action. "We can’t let this turn into a full-scale war—not yet. Our priority is getting those people to safety. The Commandos are the best suited for this kind of engagement, but if they’re overwhelmed, we may need to deploy additional assets."Elijah nodded. "I already have aerial reconnaissance keeping track of the Hunters' movements. The issue is, they’re spreading out, making it difficult to predict where they’ll strike next. We need to coordinate a response that not only intercepts them but also ensures we don’t expose our involvement too soon."I smirked. "That means it’s time to play this smart. We use the terrain, our intelligence, and most importantly—our unpredictability. The Empire thinks they’re hunting defenseless refugees. Let’s turn the tables."Elijah grinned, already knowing where I was going with this. "I'll have the Commandos set up strategic ambush points along the expected routes. If we can strike fast and hard, we
“The situation in Battle Star Empire is escalating,” she announced, her voice carrying an unmistakable edge of intrigue.I picked up the documents and scanned through them quickly. What I read brought a slow, satisfied smile to my face.“Oh? Now this is interesting,” I mused, setting the papers down.Duke Oliver raised an eyebrow, intrigued by my reaction. “Something good?”“Something amusing,” I corrected. “It seems the great Battle Star Empire, with all its strength and military prowess, is facing an issue it never anticipated.”Jelina leaned forward, curiosity lighting up her features. “Do tell.”Elijah took over, her expression remaining composed but with a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “The mass exodus from Battle Star Empire is reaching unprecedented levels. The people—especially women, elderly, and laborers—are fleeing by the tens of thousands. They’re abandoning the empire in droves, crossing dangerous terrain, risking their lives just to get away.”I nodded, already pieci