"Greetings Officer #27, this is communications agent Martel of the Moriorvian Federal Communications Bureau and the Moriorvian Government wishes to have a message relayed to highest office of your nation's government. The message will follow shortly and will be encoded in the second degree."
HMC-44's continue to drop of supplies at the wall construction site, but some have made a detour to the north-eastern coast. Some civillian vehicles also seem to follow them.
"I see.... Unfortunately our 'commandoments' aren't even at our HQ yet, so your message will have to be delayed for now.. We will send our transmission response, once one of our high commands have came back from their duties. Ya?", responded by Officer #27
"Ah you'll see soon enough" mentions Major Aaron. He seems quite relaxed while sitting next to the bar, eating some cheese.
Soldiers formed a line of 12x4 in the middle of the runway. The runway extends lengthways/sideways. A band is located to the right of them.
A male voice comes through on the intercom. "We will now stand for the national anthem of the Principality of Tiarna."
The screen above the railing, about 3 inches tall displays a message in black writing. Universal Subtitles of "A Soldiers Song"
The band begins, despite being quite a distance away it is still heard well. They must have some sort of very high powered speaker over there. Maybe its the same type as found on the MQ-9 drone. Regardless the subtitles in Alfieq language can be seen on the screen.
OOC: The same song, just replace Ireland/Éire with Tiarna.
"Hmm.. Interesting...", said by Officer #2
Seems most of the officers and veterans are just peacefully waited at the balcony, hence nothing has happen, nor any useful interaction at this moment. From E.R.I.C on another hand was extracting its information about PoT's anthem.
They enter this large room a few floors up. A balcony lies at the other end of the rather wide room, so there is plently of space for everyone to get a good view. Information about the weather and a brief guide of what events will take place scroll across above the glass railing. It appears to be some sort of levitating, transparent screen.
Key Ivanov raises his voice. "The exhibition will start in like 5 minutes or something. Please take a seat and feel free to eat,drink or take pictures."
There is a small bar in the room, complete with a butler who seemed very old and wise, although he was on his mobile phone.
Most of the Alfieq's Army belligerents (including E.R.I.C) are sitting down comfortably next to a glass railing for taking a good view on the outside, while the rest are just standing there and crossing their arms on their own backs, signature an infamous commander alfieq's pose during many victorious battles at his frontlines since he was a colonel of the assault tank battalion at his home dimension.
"I was wondering what this exhibition is all about.", said by Officer #2.
HMC-44's can be seen landing along the range of hills in the north of Moriorvian territories. Many soldiers and military engineers can be seen in what seems to be a large construction sight with the aircraft unloading construction materials and lots of stationary artillery. There also seem to be multiple dark hooded figures directing the construction.
This sight is later witnessed and photographed by Moriorvian hikers who then post the image on the social media site Tweeter. Numa promptly posted a response stating, "We're going to build a wall. It's solely for defensive purposes and should not be taken as a hostile action by any nation."
The Moriorvian government has also taken the time to send a radio transmission to Alfieq's Army. The message is a call for a dialogue betwixt the two nations in order to secure peace in the area.
Unfortunately for Moriovians, their radio transmissions are only manage to respond someone that are very close to Alfieq's Army borders, and thus, there were no 'key' officers are presented at any bases, mostly because they're on a diplomatic mission to Principality of Tiarna several hours ago.
"This is Officer #27 of the second regiment's garrison, what is your status?", contacted by Officer #27
Other than that, the soldiers of the southern territories have initialized their mining operations not too far away from Moriorvian's borders.
"Do not worry, they have been given special permission to take photographs on the basis that the Government can withhold certain photographs deemed not appropriate before they are allowed to leave. This way we can remove all photos of you if you would wish. It also keeps some projects confidential. You may notice now that nobody's mobile phones work here."
Key hands Soldier #2 his smartphone, it is texturised to the touch and is quite light. Its size is about 5" and extremley thin, but durable like a sheet of titanium. On the screen is a big white exclamation mark (!) with the words Earráid (ooc: error) making a statement under it.
Pádraig replies to E.R.I.C. this time. "We here take care of our natural geography. May I show you inside, we have the Presidential booth today. We will be joined by Major Aaron and Lead Scientist Evan in there."
The automatic glass doors at the entrance swish open. Another two door opens a few steps from the entrance door to the right. They appears to be two elevator. The two of them would be enough for the whole group.
As Pádraig leads the way, followed shortly by E.R.I.C, his men and Key Ivanov, they draw a lot of attention inside. The room appears to be a reception. A desk is at the far end on the room. A flag of the Principality of Tiarna appears to be holoprojected on the wall. People turn their heads to see the President and a strange walking robot. Pádraig isn't nearly as popular as the president. The few soldiers walking about halt and stand to attention as the party make their way to the lifts.
"If you're planning to go there, then sure.", said by E.R.I.C while walking besides Pádraig through an entrance of said building.
"I'm doubting anyone that are really eager for an imagery removal of my face, but nonetheless, it doesn't matter now.", said by Officer #2.
The road leads the 5 vehicles to a checkpoint. There is 1 pillbox on either side of the road. The road is blocked by 5 metal cylindrical traffic pylons
One of the policemen on the bikes disembarks and walks over to the soldier stationed at the left pillbox, as Tiarna traffic drives on the left-hand side of the road. The soldier stands to attention and gives a salute.
The policeman walks back to his motorbike and gets back on. A large green checkmark hologram briefly hovers above the traffic pylons and they light up. The pylons promptly withdraw into the floor and the cars continue on.
A compound of buildings can be seen not too far away. It must be the destination. If you look out the windows, you wouldn't see any sort of defense. Strange for a barracks where live weapons are stored. Animals such as deer and squirrels can be seen hopping about.
The limo and the two sedans break away from the motorbikes and continue to a seperate structure. There are soldiers there waiting.
It happens to be the spectator booths. On the other side of the building lies a large runway, enough to land a 747, and a huge field after it.
The limo and sedans pull up outside the main door. There are several other parked limos and cars. Some with company logos on them, and some military. A few select journalists wait beside the door to snap a few pictures of the Alfieq leader.
As E.R.I.C and the rest of its subordinates came out from their seats.
"Quite flashy in here.", said by E.R.I.C
Some of the officers are not amused by the journalists taking pictures of them, especially Officer #2 (which's probably already acts like a spokesperson of Alfieq's Army in PoT). However, Veterans of Alfieq's Army doesn't care on another hand.
"... I found and learned that journalists are probably an annoyance to my privacy..", said by Officer #2
"Please send any queries or complaints to President Key or Minister Pádraig." retorts the driver in a monotone voice.
"We will be arriving at our destination, the Northern Barracks, in 5 minutes or so." he continues.
"Hmm....", grudged by Veteran #5 while being distracted.
In other times, they're nothing much to chat about while they're taking a journey to the Northern Barracks.
" While our currencies are not relatable, we spend around 8-10% of our GDP on military spending. This is mostly given towards research and development as our army has a very small upkeep. Our forces consist of 50,000 personnel and 500,000 reserves that can be called upon. All our weapons are computerized and can act automatically, but we prefer humans in place where possible. Our in-house developed AI, BattleAI is probably the most advanced intelligence ever created."
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Meanwhile in the other car.
An Alfieq veteran starts mumbling about some unimportant thing. The men in the front of the car don't make a sound or even twitch. Clearly they are under order to not small talk. Typical bodyguards.
"Mmmk..", said by Officer #2.
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"....... I do see that you're a mute or something.....", said by an old crooked, veteran #5 with a cane.
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Neutral.
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"I see.... Unfortunately our 'commandoments' aren't even at our HQ yet, so your message will have to be delayed for now.. We will send our transmission response, once one of our high commands have came back from their duties. Ya?", responded by Officer #27
"Hmm.. Interesting...", said by Officer #2
Seems most of the officers and veterans are just peacefully waited at the balcony, hence nothing has happen, nor any useful interaction at this moment. From E.R.I.C on another hand was extracting its information about PoT's anthem.
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Evil.
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Most of the Alfieq's Army belligerents (including E.R.I.C) are sitting down comfortably next to a glass railing for taking a good view on the outside, while the rest are just standing there and crossing their arms on their own backs, signature an infamous commander alfieq's pose during many victorious battles at his frontlines since he was a colonel of the assault tank battalion at his home dimension.
"I was wondering what this exhibition is all about.", said by Officer #2.
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So, it's basically a remake of an ole forum game that I can't remember it before? (Inventory, resources, etc)
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How to survive a catastrophe event during world wars.
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Unfortunately for Moriovians, their radio transmissions are only manage to respond someone that are very close to Alfieq's Army borders, and thus, there were no 'key' officers are presented at any bases, mostly because they're on a diplomatic mission to Principality of Tiarna several hours ago.
"This is Officer #27 of the second regiment's garrison, what is your status?", contacted by Officer #27
Other than that, the soldiers of the southern territories have initialized their mining operations not too far away from Moriorvian's borders.
"If you're planning to go there, then sure.", said by E.R.I.C while walking besides Pádraig through an entrance of said building.
"I'm doubting anyone that are really eager for an imagery removal of my face, but nonetheless, it doesn't matter now.", said by Officer #2.
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As E.R.I.C and the rest of its subordinates came out from their seats.
"Quite flashy in here.", said by E.R.I.C
Some of the officers are not amused by the journalists taking pictures of them, especially Officer #2 (which's probably already acts like a spokesperson of Alfieq's Army in PoT). However, Veterans of Alfieq's Army doesn't care on another hand.
"... I found and learned that journalists are probably an annoyance to my privacy..", said by Officer #2
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I thought I had saved you from a cliff before.. Oh well, saving Muro with a different plan this time.
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So much nope when seeing one like this.
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"Hmm....", grudged by Veteran #5 while being distracted.
In other times, they're nothing much to chat about while they're taking a journey to the Northern Barracks.
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"Mmmk..", said by Officer #2.
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"....... I do see that you're a mute or something.....", said by an old crooked, veteran #5 with a cane.
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Evil.
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The meaning of life, the universe, and everything.
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Fact: Unicorns aren't technically a horse. They're more like rhinoceros than horses.
F.