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Char Aznable (MSG: Char's Counterattack) ([personal profile] thirdtimesthechar) wrote in [community profile] imperial_stage2012-08-25 04:53 pm

Makkani Moeru (Zeon vs. Amestris)

Who: The army of Zeon and anyone who gets in the way
What: Total war
When: The last week of August
Where: A bloody swath across southern Amestris

"My friends," Char said, aboard the deck of his flagship in the dawn light of eastern Chaodan, voice magically enhanced to reach the thousands of sailors and soldiers moving in his column. "I'm not here to give you a motivational speech today. That's for civilians. You don't need motivation to do what we're here to do today."

"Fourteen years ago, we were occupied by Amestris. Our families were slaughtered in our homes, people - good, innocent people cut down thoughtlessly in the streets by Amestris's 'special forces'," he continued, pacing the deck of the Rewloola as the morning winds began to kick up.

"Five years ago, we were rid of them for good, thanks to the benevolence of Emperor Terenas Menethil. Now, Fuhrer Bradley is attempting to assume the throne himself, and put his boot on the neck of the entire empire. Are we going to stand for that?"

A resounding boom of "no's" and "HELL no's" echoed from aboard the Rewloola and the ground below.

"What we're going to do here is a lightning war to punish Amestris, and stop its conquest of our beloved empire! Pretentious Amestrians use the old language for this strategy - 'blitz krieg'," Char explained for the benefit of the enlisted men, "but we all know where this war comes from. This is a raid, in the grand tradition of our ancestors! We will burn our way across Amestris from here to the wall of the Rift itself, and scatter their armies! Steel and flame will stop Bradley's vile ambitions, and Zeon will take its destined place as a defender of liberty for all of Dagaria! Ride forth! Sieg Zeon!"

SIEG ZEON! echoes up in a repetitive chorus as Zeon soldiers begin to march, or mount their horses, or start guiding their golems or wheeled siege weapons in a surge over the Amestrian border, a wave of armaments sweeping across the plains.

Zeon's campaign begins swift and brutal, particularly in the army group lead by Char in the far south, near the coastline. Any gathering of soldiers not in Zeon uniforms is fired on with unrelenting force by sweeping airships before cavalry sweeps in behind to put the scattered militia or regulars to the sword. Infantry armed with new bayoneted rifles march in behind to finish the work and secure towns and supplies. Along the coast, where Char's airships are concentrated, everything on the water that looks like it can float is shot full of holes with cannon, burnt, or broken apart with axes, and any coastal fortresses are reduced to rubble by airship bombardments. No time is spent dealing with the necessities of resistance from towns. If a town offers resistance, it is put to the torch and the soldiers march on as the locals watch their home burn. The offensive moves at a blazing pace across the Amestrian countryside - airships, then horses, then infantry - stopping for nothing except to bring overwhelming force down on anyone who steps up to stop them.
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[personal profile] blackroselord 2012-08-26 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Even Zeon's well-oiled engine of war needs to pause for respite sometime. ...Or so it is expected. The people of Amestris breathe a sigh of relief whenever dusk falls, having come to prefer the cover of darkness. At the very least, their chances of being subject to attack are slightly reduced under the moonless night sky.

They change their minds a week into the campaign.

The army of the Domain of the Black Rose numbers only about one hundred. ...The living members, that is. Ever prepared for war in the chance of renewed hostilities against their cousins, Roswell's people come eager for battle against those who had no means of countering their well-honed abilities. They make their forays at night, spreading silently across the countryside, sending their servants forth to terrorize all who would stand in Zeon's way. Rumors spread like wildfire - the army of Zeon had bent the power of the Rift to their side, the Zeonites were consorting with demons, the Zeonites were demons. Whatever they were, the monstrous beings that tore through the enemy ranks certainly weren't human.

With each fresh engagement against the armies of Amestris, the death mages of the Black Rose only gather new recruits for their own. Garbed in the uniforms of Zeon, Roswell's people take shelter amongst the foot-soldiers by day and slip away to wreak havoc by night. The secret of the origin of the skeletal and undead warriors is difficult to unravel - the necromancers never engage the enemy directly; when in danger of being exposed, they teleport away, as ephemeral as shadows. Those who are caught profess to being mere soldiers who had been separated from the camp and face their executions impassively.

Death was not, after all, something that a necromancer feared.

Roswell himself takes cordial leave of General Celes Chere whenever dusk begins to fall. He has exchanged his courtly finery for a simple uniform of his own. Each day, the moment the sun's rays no longer illuminate any portion of the landscape, he turns on his heel and vanishes.

"O wretched souls pounding at Hell's gate... It is I who holds the key!"
Edited 2012-08-26 03:14 (UTC)