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Tactical Decisions; Galaxy Federation RP
Topic Started: Mar 6 2011, 08:45 PM (163 Views)
Dark Angel
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[Citadel of Acrepolis, Acrepolis G-Sector, Fifth Jerusalem]

Acrepolis, capital of the Galaxy Federation, a metropolis that never sleeps. It was the very foundation of the Federation's power, it's core. The Citadel of Acrepolis was a symbol of one of these powers. Residence of the Supreme Chancellor, it was also the humble abode of the Jugend Family away from Solaris. Granted passage into the Jugend's abode was a UFN news crew who had set up a few lights, boom mics, and cameras by one of the balconies overlooking the capital. The five o'clock news was right on schedule. Lights, camera, action. And it was live.

"I'm Katherine Cooper of UFN News live at the heart of Acrepolis itself. As we've promised on last week's broadcast, I'm here to interview the son of our honorable Supreme Chancellor and the Supreme Commander of the Federation Army, Lord Romulus Jugend. Your Excellency, thank you so much for dividing your time from your regular duties to conduct this interview with us."

The camera panned to the man sitting to her right, dressed in formal white military uniform was Romulus himself. "The pleasure is all mine, Katherine." A faint smile played across his lips, adhering to the conducts during a live interview. The news was after all broadcasted live to every network channel across all Federation aligned worlds, both major and fringe.

"Let me begin by asking Your Excellency regarding the current status of our war efforts. Does Your Excellency mind sharing any details whatsoever?"

Almost immediately Romulus began to question the woman's ability in preparation. However, he was no stranger to the hideous side of journalism. "I cannot go too deeply into that, unfortunately." Came a short brief response. "But I will say that our counter-offensive against the Imperial Army is going smoothly. Granted, they are trying to force a stalemate but we will not falter. Our men and women of the Third and Seventh Army are making excellent progress against the Imps." Romulus had to be extremely careful with his words, since they were recorded.

"What are Your Excellency's thoughts about the booming war economy?"

Again, the reporter's preparation couldn't be more atrocious. "I am no finance enthusiast, sadly." Romulus chuckled. "But from the numbers shown I'd say our economical progress blossomed due to the war economy. Because you see Katherine, there is a great demand in many fields. Arms, engineering, robotics, science, and many more. Our people prosper because they have opportunies to contribute to the Federation effort and make a living at the same time." It was the best answer Romulus could give, as he wasn't too interested in the business of economists and stock brokers.

"What does Your Excellency think of his father's privatization act of transforming small military groups into private military companies? Does Your Excellency think they will pose a threat to our national and international security?"

Finally, a question that touched his interests. "For the first question, I think my father's act is beneficial to our cause and to our war economy." Came a frank but truthful answer from Romulus. "While we may all assume that the 150 PMC groups in our region potentially pose a threat to our safety, allow me clarify by stating that these groups are registered as Federation private security contractors. Meaning that while they operate under an 'independent' license, they still work for their biggest benefactor. The Federation government." To Romulus, he didn't mind having a couple of mercenaries assisting the army, as long as they do not steal his thunder.

There was a brief pause as Katherine the news reporter contemplated her next question. "Your Excellency, allow me to ask the question some of our viewers demanded all week." she said, gulping nervously. Romulus knew the question was a sensitive one. "What are Your Excellency's feelings following his defeat against the Imperial Army at the Boaz Shore?" While most people assumed the question struck a few nerves under Romulus's skin, the first response given by the Supreme Commander was a flashed grin.

"Allow me to be perfectly frank. Overconfidence got the best of me. I refuse to use my men and women to hide my own incompetence. As Supreme Commander of our military forces, I bear full responsibility for my actions. Nevertheless, what happened that day was also an exposure to the new Lord Marshal of the Imperial Army. While he was indeed as talented as his dead father, his youth radiates both inexperience and naivety. The Imperial propaganda boasting of his 'outstanding' victory against me is a pathetic attempt to shake our confidence. Citizens of the Federation, soldiers of the Federation Army, please rest assured that within a few days we shall deliver a crushing blow to the Imperial Army so bad that they will think twice of ever crossing our path. Let our voices roar across our worlds! Let them echo like thunder after the lightning! Let our enemies know that we stand together as one! And together we shall emerge victorious!"

Romulus rose from his seat, the camera tracing him. The Supreme Commander pumped his right fist into the air, his eyes burning with same passion seen in every man and woman within the Federation military. His towering presence was a sight to behold, his face beaming with authority, his body resonating an aura many men could only envy. This was a man born to lead, as his father and forefathers of the Jugend Family have done before him.

"CAELUM DENIQUE!!!!!"

Shouting the Federation's most famous battle cry, Romulus paused momentarily as his words echoed among the citizens of Fifth Jerusalem. Men, women, and children alike displayed their patriotism. Romulus even felt the cries of his people from all across the Federation world. They were united. They were inspired. They were all prepared to shed blood, sweat, and tears to protect their safety. "Together We Prosper", such was the motto of the Federation since its foundings by the Raynor and Gray families.

"Do you have any other questions you'd like to ask, Miss Cooper?" Romulus asked the female reporter as he returned to his seat. He flashed an innocent look to the lady, who was left completely speechless and moved by his actions earlier.

It wasn't rehearsed nor scripted. Everything Katherine saw and heard were a real man's devotion to his cause. "W-We'll be right back after these messages." As Katherine signalled her camera crew to cut the feed, she took a brief moment to wipe the tears off the sides of her cheeks. Romulus rose from his seat and went straight for the balcony overlooking the Federation capital.

As Romulus glanced at the citizens who echoed his battle cry, he sensed another presence with him. "It surprises me why you willingly abdicated your right to succeed father as Supreme Chancellor, brother." Romulus turned and looked to the figure on his left. Standing before him dressed in black was his younger half brother, Valerian. "You're actually a fine leader yourself." Valerian flashed a grin at his completely unfazed brother.

"Politics do not interest me, Valerian." Romulus turned back to the scenery of Acrepolis. "You make as many enemies sitting behind a table debating as you do on the battlefield. In this world, we all have our opposites." As he continued, Romulus balled his right hand into a fist. He remembered the defeat Judaine Maius Aeris gave his forces. Lightning struck him once, but it never striked him twice.
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The sights and sounds of Acrepolis never ceased to amaze Cassandra. It was a sight that differed to that of her hometown of Nabudis back on Fenril. She was a frequent visitor to the capital world on many occasions but to explore the entire borders of Acrepolis is a task stressful to even the most persistent tourist. The young Princess of House Blesfeldt-Nabradia was summoned to Acrepolis recently by her lover, Valerian Jugend. On her arrival in G Sector, she wasted no time heading straight towards the Citadel.

Her destination was hard to miss, as it was the largest structure in all of Acrepolis. While Cassandra arrived at her destination via a small private air shuttle, she had to walk the rest of the way. The marble pathway leading to the Jugend residence was long, decorated with statues of Jugend scions past and present. The statue of the Supreme Chancellor proudly stood upon a large fountain in front of the main entrance. Two members of the Citadel Guard stood at attention as Cassandra approached them, her face beaming with the radiance of nobility.

"Lady Blesfeldt, what brings you to the capital?"

Cassandra presented her military ID card to one of the guards for confirmation before answering. "I'm here to see General Valerian." As she finished, the sudden and loud roar of Fifth Jerusalem's citizens broke the silence. They continuously chanted the Federation's battle cry, loud and proud. Being a Newtype, Cassandra felt their emotions.

"Ah yes, masters Valerian and Romulus are expecting you. However, Master Romulus is in the middle of an interview with UFN at the moment. We hope you don't mind waiting outside his chambers. Master Valerian is in there too."

With a bright smile, Cassandra took back her ID and walked straight into the Citadel once she was granted passage by the Citadel Guard. "War has come, with all its glory and horror." she murmured as the large doors behind her closed.
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It was three long months since Valerian was away from Fifth Jerusalem. He deeply missed the capital's lively atmosphere. The capital world was abuzz yet again after Romulus delivered his passionate speech. Valerian always found it strange how his older half-brother willingly refused to delve into politics, committing himself to the military exclusively. Yet Romulus wasn't lying when he explained how humans will always have enemies regardless of what profession they choose to take. Their father, Arcturus, was such an example.

The Jugend brothers scanned the capital world in silence, ignoring the continuous camera flashes behind them. It was a strange habit they picked up since joining the Federation military. "Your return from Merkava was sooner than expected, Valerian." Romulus began, his focus now directly on his younger half-brother. "I assume final preparations on Project G-3 are complete?" Valerian rolled a lazy eye, slightly startled by his brother's question.

"Sure you want to bring that up with a couple of rats sniffing about?" he countered while looking over his shoulder at the nearby UFN journalists.

Romulus followed suit. The photographers immediately stopped their camera work and returned to the crew. "Journalism has its perks." said Romulus with a sly smirk.

"They'll be ready in time for Operation: Paradise Lost." Valerian confidently responds.

Romulus turned, his back resting against the white marble railing. "That will be your stage to take, Valerian." The younger Jugend was already aware of his recent appointment as the man in charge of the operation. It was something he was prepared for since his days at the academy. He lets out a soft "hmph" before shifting his eyes back to the Fifth Jerusalem panorama.

"That last question was expected, really. But did she strike a nerve?"

Having gone through hundreds of interviews, Romulus had his fair share of hard talk. As time passed, he got used to the feeling. Being a natural orator like his father before him, Romulus knew how to sway the emotions of a journalist. He didn't need to shield himself behind his rank.

"Just slightly. The result at Boaz cannot be changed, unfortunately. But that is why we are all human. We learn from our mistakes. Judaine Maius Aeris may be the new guiding light for those Imps but he alone will not alter the outcome of this war. The Imps anchored to Duke Stratos like parasites. His death nearly destroyed the Imperial Army, until those parasites found a new host in his young son. We only have to rinse and repeat. "

Valerian frowned slightly at his brother's response. "The death of Duke Stratos came at our brother's own." The Kislev campaign was still fresh in Valerian's memory. He recalled how close he was at death's door until Regulus arrived. While the Federation achieved victory that day, it came at a terrible price. Valerian was unable to forgive his weakness which led to the death of his older brother Regulus followed by the subsequent betrayal of his sister Mystearica.

Then a high ranking Admiral, Romulus was also present at the Battle of Eisengrad."You don't have to remind me." he replied with a sigh. "Our brother's last words are still etched into my memory." Although he didn't enjoy reminiscing the said battle, to forget his eldest brother's last words would offend his memory and everything he stood for as an examplar to the Federation military.

"I will see this through the end! Romulus, Valerian, Mystearica! Live! The future of our family, the future of the world, I will now entrust it to you! Do not shed tears for me! My glory lasts forever!"

A silent and somber atmosphere surrounded the brothers as they took a moment to remember their late brother Regulus Jugend. It was a loss the Jugend Family found hard to accept. It was Regulus who kept the family together despite their differences in ideals. Before the brothers could say another word they were approached by one of the citadel's servants, who cleared her throat to get their undivided attention.

"Master Valerian, your guest Lady Blesfeldt has arrived."

Valerian nodded to the servant before dismissing her. "Off to a date with the Princess of Nabradia, brother?" Romulus asked enthusiastically as Valerian began walking towards the door.

The younger Jugend looked over his shoulder. "That will come after our current agenda." Valerian responded with a faint smile. He turned and looked at the group of journalists as their murmurs soon turned into chatters. "Seems Miss Cooper is ready to interrogate your further. Better get yourself ready for round two." he added with a chuckle.

"She's a troublesome bitch if you ask me. That woman has the visage of a patriot but I know a reporter all too well. Just like that Liberty fellow."

Valerian smiled and nodded. "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer." he said before walking towards the door, ignoring the reporters who surrounded him attempting to get an answer or two from the leader of the elite Solarian task force, the ELEMENTS. Romulus grinned faintly as he watched his younger half-brother walk out the door leaving the journalists aghast.

"The exact words of our father. You better run along, Valerian. Wouldn't want to keep your Princess waiting. Our standards do not promote tardiness."
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[Citadel of Acrepolis, Acrepolis G-Sector, Fifth Jerusalem]

A single black air shuttle sliced through the skies of Fifth Jerusalem, ferrying two passengers towards the Citadel of Acrepolis. Through the ornate mask that hides his eyes, Hal Vizardt gazed at the endless scenery below. He fixed the collar of his uniform before taking a sip of champagne from his half-filled glass. Beside him sat his younger adjutant, Lieutenant Angelo Mauser whose stoic expression carved a young man dedicated to his duty. As Hal took another peek out of the window, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the City of Spires, an endless towering of skyscrapers stretching as far as the eye could see.

The shuttle soon arrived at G-Sector, an area so well protected even the most proficient terrorist would find hard to break through. Adhering to the sector's standard procedures, Hal had to undergo an ID verification before proceeding through. As the shuttle passed through the military checkpoint, the entire capital erupted with the Federation's battle cry "Heaven At Last" instigated by Supreme Commander Romulus whose interview with the UFN News was displayed through every large TV screen all over Acrepolis.

With a broad smile, Hal closed his eyes and listened to the rapture of the citizens. "Listen to them, children of the Federation." the Black Flash began. "Is it a symphony of patriotism? A requiem of fear? A hymn of despair? Or a crescendo of unity?" Lieutenant Angelo doesn't answer although the stoic expression on his face disappeared as he turned to look at his commanding officer.

Moments later the shuttle arrived at its destination, the Citadel of Acrepolis, heart of the Galaxy Federation. Parked at one of the structures heliports, Hal and Angelo disembarked the vehicle and began their long walk towards the large structure. As Hal continued towards the citadel, his eyes caught a glimpse of another air shuttle emblazoned with the crest of Fenril on its body. He smiled faintly before quickening his pace towards the citadel's main entrance.

"Guess I'm not always that fast." Hal thought to himself.

As Hal and Angelo approached the entrance to the citadel, two Citadel Guards confronted them, weapons drawn. It was a common courtesy of the Supreme Chancellor's security. Taking chances would be the last thing on their mind.

"Hold it right there, you two! Name and identification please!"

Angelo's eyes welled with anger at the guard's order. "Do you idiots know who you're talking to!? How dare you address the captain with such a tone!" the young Solarian lieutenant barked before Hal quickly intervened to prevent the situation from getting out of hand. Fortunately Angelo was obedient enough to calm himself and step aside for Hal to respond.

"My apologies, sometimes I tend to forget where my manners are. I am Captain Hal Vizardt of Task Force XXX, Gebler Special Operations Command, Federation First Army. I believe His Excellency the Supreme Chancellor is expecting me today."

At Hal's response, the two members of the Citadel Guard withdrew their weapons."Yes sir, Supreme Chancellor Arcturus awaits you in his chambers." said one of them before the other opens the door, granting Hal and Angelo passage.

The two quietly proceeded through as the eyes of the Citadel Guard were firmly locked onto Angelo. Hal was able to sense their emotions pertaining to Angelo's sudden outburst. "Relax, Angelo. There's no need to be tense." Hal said in a kind tone. "Not everyday are we granted passage to the great citadel of our capital world. Please take your time and enjoy yourself." The lieutenant responded with a simple cry of 'sir' as they continued their way towards their destination.
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Cassandra slowly browsed through the spartan and sombre architecture of which the Citadel was built. It had changed much since the Jugend Family took over and the interior was completely re-modeled with Solarian aesthetics. Her eyes studied her surroundings from top to bottom, recording every achievement, every battle trophy, every hung painting, every erected statue, everything that displayed the growing authority of the Sacred Empire of Solaris over the Galaxy Federation. It was both proud and disturbing at the same time.

"I almost forgot how many floors I had to climb." Cassadra thought to herself.

She soon arrived at the inner most part of the Citadel, the Supreme Chancellor's Sanctum. Seven Imperial Guards of Solaris approached Cassandra demanding her intention of visit. "Pow wow, with His Excellency." she simply replied with a faint smile. The leader of the seven chuckled before granting Cassandra passage into the sanctum, a large room surrounded by tall glass windows overlooking the capital. Staring at the ceiling Cassandra noted the Solarian Trinity, carved in solid white marble. Turning left, she studied a large painting of Arcturus Jugend then the Supreme Commander of the Gebler Special Operations Task Force.

Climbing a flight of steps leading to the Supreme Chancellor's personal chambers, Cassandra found the man himself standing at east with his back turned by one of the tall glass windows. He was but a silhouette as rays of the evening sun shone directly at her eyes. Approaching the Supreme Chancellor, Cassandra dropped to one knee with her left hand against her right shoulder. Though she was a princess by noble birth, the Supreme Chancellor was her direct superior.

"Your Excellency, your humble servant heeds your call!"

Arcturus Jugend turned, the sun's rays now bouncing off his surprisingly youthful face despite his age. "Arise Cassandra, and relax my dear." he said with a warm smile, his tone kind. She complied and eased herself. Arcturus walked over to his work desk, grabbed a bottle of vintage wine, and poured himself half a glass full. The Supreme Chancellor offered Cassandra a drink but she steadily declined, preferring to keep herself sober while on duty.

"Uncle Arcturus, will we be expecting Valerian soon?"

The Supreme Chancellor glanced at his grandfather's clock and chuckled. "You know my son's tendency of tardiness." he responded, gently shaking his glass sniffing his beverage. "After all, he did inherit them from me different mother or not. That's why he is my pride as he is your love, princess." Arcturus toasted to Cassandra before draining his glass clean in one swift motion.

His remark caused Cassandra to blush. "O-Of course, uncle. We hadn't seen each other for three weeks." she said referring to Valerian while attempting to hide her now rosy pink cheeks. Looking over her shoulder momentarily Cassandra noticed one of the Citadel's servants setting up a table for some high tea. "Are we expecting another guest? Someone familiar to you, uncle?" Cassandra curiously asked in regards of a fourth teacup placed at the table.

"Oh, you have no idea." Arcturus responded.
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