522 Plan Alpha (1/2)
His Court stood behind him, the nobles hurdled together unconsciously as they stared around their surroundings in awe and dread of the unknown magic. Soft hums and voices came from the soldiers seated with strange devices covering their ears as if they were chanting some kind of magic. Aslan wondered if these were the source of all their 'demonic magic' as he looked around.
The tall short eared hooman and the Captain of the ship were conversing in low tones in front of the magic table with some of their staff before the short eared hooman turned around to face them. The glow of the table reflected upon his face appeared to give him a demonic visage as he leaned over the table and smiled.
”Your majesty,” The face of the hooman Ford, appeared to be leering evilly from the shadows cast by the soft glow of the table. ”As we had agreed, the UN, will provide military aid against the Sky Raiders that appeared on the island of Exile.”
A huge black surface behind the hooman suddenly lit up, and for a moment, Emperor Aslan and his Court blinked their eyes as they adjusted to the images that appeared. Aslan frowned as he tried to figure out how and what he was seeing and the hooman Ford stepped to the side to allow everyone to view the magical images.
”This is the enemy camp we are seeing,” He said as he gestured to the screen. He snapped something to one of the seated soldiers and the view suddenly zoomed in, and the images became clearer. Rows of strange looking ships appeared to be beached along the shores of a lake mixed together with wooden buildings. ”Those parked ships are all airships of the sky raiders.”
The image zoomed in again, and to Emperor Aslan and his Court, they could clearly see the views of people, moving around transporting goods while others half naked were logging at the side of a forest. Emperor Aslan sat upright in the chair and spoke out the thought that was in everyone's minds. ”What kind of magic is this?”
”A... far scrying... spell...” The hooman Ford said after a moment of thought. ”It allows us to see what is happening far away.”
”Is... this happening now?” Emperor Aslan asked as his Court mumbled in shock and appreciation of such magic. His mind raced as he thought back. Was this how the United Nations defeated the Imperial Armies?
”Yes, this is in real time,” The hooman Ford said a strange phrase which Emperor Aslan did not understand fully. ”Everything is happening as we speak.”
”But... so far, we have not seen any of your troops' movements at all,” The hooman Ford's tone seemed to turn cold. ”Hence, we decided to invite your Majesty here, as a sign of friendship and also to discuss a plan of attack.”
”The troops will come where they come!” A rude voice came from behind Emperor Aslan. He did not need to turn around to know it belonged to Lord Dietrich. ”We are not in a rush, why are you, just supporting our attack to be so impatient!”
”Impatient?” The Captain growled at the side. ”We have already given you enough respect and face to help you in this attack against the Sky Raiders!”
”Do you really think we need your help?” Lord Dietrich argued back. ”If it wasn't for the benevolence of the Emperor, your ship will not even be able allowed into our waters!”
Emperor Aslan felt a pair of eyes on him and he looked up to see the hooman Ford watching him with a small smile on his lips, yet his eyes did not much the smile on his face. Feeling a tinge of cold down his spine, he raised his hand up to cut off Lord Dietrich before saying, ”So what are your plans now? My troops still need time to gather ships to make the crossing, are you proposing to use your... ship to ferry my troops across?”
”No, no...” The hooman Ford shook his head before he continued. ”It will be wasting our time.”
His words made Emperor Aslan and his Court frown as it indicted that the UN's time was more precious compared to theirs. Lord Dietrich growled as he said, ”If you think that is the case, then you can leave! We do not need your support now that we have dragon cannons!”
”Dragon cannons?” The hooman Ford and the Captain looked at each other with a confused expression on their face before they gave a shrug. Seeing their actions, made Emperor Aslan and his Court feel a sense of accomplishment and pride as they had something the United Nations did not know of.
”Well, to be frank, we do not really want to be here,” The hooman Ford confessed with a tight smile. ”But since we are here, we might as well help you as... good neighbours!”
Lord Dietrich made a snort of disdain when he heard what Ford said. The hooman Ford continued on as if he did not notice Lord Dietrich's disdain and said, ”We will attack the enemy now, right this moment.”
”Now?” Emperor Aslan was as surprised as the rest when he heard it. ”How? We are days of travel away from the enemy base! Even with your flying cro- ar kaft... they will not be enough to defeat a force of that size!
”Oh, don't worry about it, we will be destroying all the aerial units of the Sky Raiders and leave the ground forces for you!”
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The New World, Exile Island, Combined Fleet Base
Duchess Manarva was frowning as she looked down on the crudely drawn map of the surrounding areas. She traced her finger along the drawn coastline of the mainland and paused her finger on a fingernail sized piece of red magic crystal that marked the location of a particularly stubborn city that had fended off several attacks and even successfully caused the destruction of two Iron Kingdom airships.
Around her stood the various airship commanders and captains as they waited for her commands. She tapped her finger on the red crystal before she straightened up, and tossed her braided up hair behind her back. ”Has our patrols picked up anything around this city?”
”Reporting to the Duchess,” A slim officer in Iron Kingdom uniform stepped forward and said, ”There has been an increase of ground troops moving around the city. Also, we observed them working on several sailing ships.”
”So they planned to sail across the waters to land their troops here?” Duchess Manarva mused as she continued to stare at the map. ”Well, if that is the case... 5th Squadron Commander, you shall take your ships and prepare a welcoming party when they make the crossing.”
”If there are any prizes of opportunity,” Duchess Manarva tapped on the map where she wanted 4th Squadron to be posted at. ”Use your own discretion.”
”Yes, my Lady!” The commander of the 5th Squadron saluted before leaving the room to carry out his orders.
”My Lady, should we continue to raid the mainland for more supplies and slaves?” One of the Captains asked. ”We need more people to process the magic crystals and clearing of the forests.”