This is it, how it ends..
Content Warning. Blood, Violence, Foul language, Depressing topics
Timeline - Beginning of the Ruination era
Classified Meeting Location
Somewhere in the Diamond Sea Region
The Great war has been in full swing for almost a year. Eversince a Mantle device exploded at the Diamond Basin Crystalization power plant, and caused both irreprerable damage to the ecosystem and an enormous exodus of civilians in all directions, The North Sea Alliance Formally declared war against Slavonika, and a coalition of allies sent troops to join the Varangians on the frontline of the now apocalyptic war.
Military commanders of each of the national taskforces have come together for an emergency meeting
Field Marshal Walsh (Grindzlow): We're a few heads shy aren't we? where's Reese, and the UNAMIR spokesperson?
Général Doucop (Elysian Federation): I believe zey should be e're un moment!
The door opens, Two more individuals enter the room.
The Armali general points towards the individual in the Acadian uniform, unfamiliar to him
General Pracka (Armali): Excuse me? Who is this man? Where is General Reese?
The Acadian General takes a seat at the table.
General Calendar: My apologies. General Reese has been relieved of duty. I'm Herbert Calendar, his successor
Walsh is confused and perplexed
Walsh: I'm sorry.. General.. Calendar? but this is highly irregular. This is a gathering of the command of a multi-national coalition in an active warzone, and nobody from Lincoln thought it prudent to tell us ahead of time that our confidant and leader of the whole operation was replaced?
Calendar: Mr Walsh, As I'm sure you're aware.. The people of United Acadia participate in something known as Democracy, And as you're aware. The previous administration of the New Party was voted out, and the Old Party is taking back control.
Walsh: Yes, but that handover isn't supposed to take place for another six weeks!
Calendar: It's done. Folks back home decided they don't need six weeks to get what's a forgone conclusion out of the way.
Walsh: What do you mean?
Calendar: This war is simply not our problem anymore, We have problems at home, We have Crux outbreaks, Attacks from AI. And quite frankly sir, its just costing too much damn money to engage in this little slugfest to the death with another Mantle power. The people voted, and decided that this war isn't ours to fight.
The door opens, and another individual pushes a chair up
A man wearing the uniform of a Slavonik Komdiv, the enemy approaches the table. Doucop silentley jumps out of his seat in amazement.
Calendar: Gentlemen, this is my guest, General Umarov, I've been instructed to bring him here to negotiate the end fo this conflict.
General Vaclav (Varangia), Stands up and immediatley draws a pistol, pointing it at Umarov's face
Walsh: WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS?
Vaclav: You bring this swine as your guest? are you out of your mind? give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow a hole in his head right now
Calendar motions him to sit down and point the gun down,
Calendar: Because he's my guest, I'm here with the Authority of my government, And if you hurt him, we'll consider that an act of war on our part. Now sit the fuck down
No sooner does he sit down, Umarov grows angry at the sight of an officer from Verklund at the meeting
Umarov: What is this man doing here? Now you invite scum from Supox to your meetings? This man and his entire country are scum and I demand he be removed at once
Calendar: What is he doing here anyway? Verklund isn't a signatory to the NSA. You were told once already that we do not consent or tolerate any participation of the Supox Regime or its Mercenaries in the Alliance. Remove this man or I'll have him arrested.
Umarov scolds the Verklunder
Umarov: You Fascist worm, you heard him, Leave!
He walks out, confused and offended.
Calendar: So here's the deal. We're out. Acadia is done fighting Slavonika. We brought a delegation here today to give the NSA one chance to agree to peace. To end the war, Whatever happens next, doesn't matter to us. But just know we're not interested in doing business with anyone continuing this pointless war.
Vaclav: Pointless war? Did you forget how this whole thing started? Their Tsar... excuse me, "President" Stood up on camera, told the whole world that my people don't really exist, and that he had the right to take my country by force based on no other reason then how the map of Mir looked a few generations ago? And when we resisted, they responded by butchering tens of thousands of our civilians and razing cities to the ground. This is pointless to you?
Calendar: The Acadian people seem to think so. and I serve them, Not you or your people.
Vaclav: You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Pracka: Oh boy...
Calendar: So General Vaclav, the unfortunate reality is, The Acadian people are giving you a choice, swallow your pride, and make an attempt to make peace with this man, or don't, and continue your war, but knowing not a single bullet, bomb or credit will be coming from the Acadian people's pockets anymore. As for the rest of you, I've the unfortunate task of informing everyone here that we will also be leaving the Alliance.. It no longer suits us. It's a relic of the Northern War. That was 20 years go. And by the looks of things, its long outlived its usefulness. You're fighting against the Slavoniks, and in bed with the Verklunders. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
Walsh : So you're leaving, Good for you. generations of partnership up in flames for what exactly? Nevermind, I don't want to know. But why the bloody hell is Umarov here? As far as the rest of us are concerned, We're at war, and cannot co-exist on this planet...
Calendar: Call it a parting gift, if you want to continue the forever war, thats your problem. It really doesn't matter to us what you do. But I think you'll find that ending things will be more in your favor than you think.
Calendar gets up to leave
Calendar: Anyway, im not here to debate it, the decision is made. This is where I and we get off. Good day gentlemen...
Walsh: YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS YOU SON OF A BITCH
Shortly after Calendar leaves, Doucop silently and awkwardly shuffles out of the door. It would appear the NSA's two largest factions have abruptly left.
Pracka worriedly stands up to leave as well
Admiral Ludd (Cordova): What the fuck are you doing? Doucop?! Pracka! Where are you going!
The UNAMIR Attache awkwardly stands up, nods his head and shuffles out the door. This party is over, and there's no need for him anymore.
Now, only Ludd, Vaclav, Walsh and Umarov remain.
Umarov: It would appear the time of the North Sea Alliance is at an end.
Walsh: Go fuck yourself
Umarov: Gentlemen. Please. realize when you've lost! The Acadians have walked away, the Elysians are done. That is the overwhelming majority of your economic might gone, Your aeroforce is null and void. Slavka outnumbers you 4 to 1 now. This war is over, We are victorious, accept my terms and Varangia will be allowed to keep some of its territory!
The three alliance Generals murmur amongst themselves. Realizing the depth of their betrayal. Realizing that they can still fight this war, but it will utterly destroy both sides at this point.
Umarov: In exchange for war reparations from all aggressor states. the permanent forfeiture of the territories we have decreed as our new provinces by will of the people, and the reduction of the Varangian and Cordovan armies by 80%, We will agree to a ceasefire, Do we have terms
Ludd: Aggressor?! YOU FUCKING STARTED IT
Umarov: I don't fucking care about what lies you want to spill. We have deci...
BLAM
Vaclav coldly shoots Umarov in the forehead, killing him instantly.
Umarov's corpse hits the floor . Ludd and Walsh panic
Walsh: What the bloody hell was that! What are you doing!
Vaclav: don't you forget how this started?... We're at war, I do not negotiate with terrorists.
Ludd: Didn't you hear that douchenozzle Calendar? thats an act of war against Acadia he said!
Vaclav: Maybe I understand your language better than your own. Acadia's already at war with my people. Can't you see that? They're fucking friends with the Imperiya now.
Walsh: We still have options Vaclav .. we can..
Vaclav thows the gun on the table, and storms out of the room
Vaclav: If you'll excuse me gentlemen, the fight for my people's existence needs me. That fight isn't going to end, not while we've still got our guns.. It's been an honor
Join me if you must, but I wont ask that of you, It appears those we held faith in, were just as rotten as our oppressors.
