12-10-2025, 06:20 PM
Operación Marea Regia
Palacio de Villamor | Altea, Distrito Real | 9:09 PM
The wind was beginning to turn cold in the capital. With winter close by, the leaves on the trees began to fall rapidly. The sound of the city slowly went quiet. As the night approached, vehicles arrived at the homely seat of the monarch. The moon and the stars were set to illuminate a meeting that would change Keris.
The king sits at a long table full of papers, teacups, and broken promises.He is joined by Royal Councilor Mondragon, who reads the online press at hi seat. "Filthy rats. Sell out an entire continent for what? A morsel of land. Pfft... I've seen Luthorians handle the situation better. Lucero, what's our current situation? Have they agreed to the deal or not?
"They have, Majestad. I do believe that the proposals we set off are enough to counter the flood of traders from the west. We are hoping that the Jelbics do enough to counter the disastrous proposal."
"Of course..... of course. Do you think this will be enough for our investors to calm down. You know I do not like to see our numbers in red. There is opportunity to be had."
"Yes, Majestad. The IDE is beginning to send memos to the ANSE to ensure that the results of our negotiations with Xsampa do not cause more ripples."
"Indeed... Lucero, away from this political nonsense. Tell me, how is your son?"
"Oh- He is well Majestad. He is in his third year at La Academia Militar de Cartablanca. The usual for us. He is already speaking of taking my spot." He chuckles. "you know how they are. I think he will be a great aid, Majestad. Especially for His Highness, the Prince of Amateria. I believe they will be great friends."
"Good to hear. I hope Formoselle's kids are the--"
Suddenly, Royal Councilor Montalivet II barges into the room followed by three generals of the Royal Air Force and Head Agent Dolid of the IEI (Institute of Egelian Intelligence).
"Con permiso, Majestad", says Montalivet. "I come with news from Cartablanca"
"What is it Felipe?"
"Majestad, we have received news of a golpe in New Endralon."
The King stands up from his chair and grasps the marble table in front of him with anxiety.
"Como?"
"Last night, several forces have deposed the Commission and the acting government. There is chaos in the streets and no social order. If history recalls, this commission was set to make your late father the throne of the nation. While your family still retains rights to the throne of the country, as Prince of Zyldavia, you must make a statement or a move, Majestad."
"You must understand... Gentlemen. Things are now in motion that cannot be undone. Felipe, I want you to call for mass mobilization, but do not make this public. We must be ready to roll out whenever I make the call. We must have a reason.... You understand this no?"
"Of course, Majestad."
"I want ATENEA satellites focused on New Endralon. Our missiles on standby and intelligence forces infiltrating the nation immediately. We need to take them down from the inside first to clear the way."
"Majestad, what of diplomatic fallout?"
"Lucero..... begin Operación Marea Regia "
Palacio de Villamor | Altea, Distrito Real | 9:09 PM
The wind was beginning to turn cold in the capital. With winter close by, the leaves on the trees began to fall rapidly. The sound of the city slowly went quiet. As the night approached, vehicles arrived at the homely seat of the monarch. The moon and the stars were set to illuminate a meeting that would change Keris.
The king sits at a long table full of papers, teacups, and broken promises.He is joined by Royal Councilor Mondragon, who reads the online press at hi seat. "Filthy rats. Sell out an entire continent for what? A morsel of land. Pfft... I've seen Luthorians handle the situation better. Lucero, what's our current situation? Have they agreed to the deal or not?
"They have, Majestad. I do believe that the proposals we set off are enough to counter the flood of traders from the west. We are hoping that the Jelbics do enough to counter the disastrous proposal."
"Of course..... of course. Do you think this will be enough for our investors to calm down. You know I do not like to see our numbers in red. There is opportunity to be had."
"Yes, Majestad. The IDE is beginning to send memos to the ANSE to ensure that the results of our negotiations with Xsampa do not cause more ripples."
"Indeed... Lucero, away from this political nonsense. Tell me, how is your son?"
"Oh- He is well Majestad. He is in his third year at La Academia Militar de Cartablanca. The usual for us. He is already speaking of taking my spot." He chuckles. "you know how they are. I think he will be a great aid, Majestad. Especially for His Highness, the Prince of Amateria. I believe they will be great friends."
"Good to hear. I hope Formoselle's kids are the--"
Suddenly, Royal Councilor Montalivet II barges into the room followed by three generals of the Royal Air Force and Head Agent Dolid of the IEI (Institute of Egelian Intelligence).
"Con permiso, Majestad", says Montalivet. "I come with news from Cartablanca"
"What is it Felipe?"
"Majestad, we have received news of a golpe in New Endralon."
The King stands up from his chair and grasps the marble table in front of him with anxiety.
"Como?"
"Last night, several forces have deposed the Commission and the acting government. There is chaos in the streets and no social order. If history recalls, this commission was set to make your late father the throne of the nation. While your family still retains rights to the throne of the country, as Prince of Zyldavia, you must make a statement or a move, Majestad."
"You must understand... Gentlemen. Things are now in motion that cannot be undone. Felipe, I want you to call for mass mobilization, but do not make this public. We must be ready to roll out whenever I make the call. We must have a reason.... You understand this no?"
"Of course, Majestad."
"I want ATENEA satellites focused on New Endralon. Our missiles on standby and intelligence forces infiltrating the nation immediately. We need to take them down from the inside first to clear the way."
"Majestad, what of diplomatic fallout?"
"Lucero..... begin Operación Marea Regia "
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