Far Eastern Frontline: A World on Fire Cinder

Measured by Half

Iron_Imperator: >Deborah Raye Gossler

You thought you were slick huh? I see right through you.

Good story. Can't wait for more.

Gamestrider09: <<I approve of your story. Proceed.>>

nacl: Faust's characterization here is good- I love how she makes her own deal with the devil, so to speak, by allying herself with mercenaries, and how... cold she is, for lack of a better term.

(also the reference to Goethe I did spot is that Faust's wife is named after both Wagner and Gretchen. Do I get an imaginary cookie?)

Right, um...this shall be marking my imprint on the world.

Loreena Morgenthau Faust, General, Cascadian Marine Guard. I am not one for light of day, but this the historians shall chronicle and make a tale of caution or aspiration.

Born July 16th, AC 377 in Denali, relished and savored its tall peaks of snow. I admit I am not much of an artist in words, and yet this will be given flair by the dramatics. [small chuckle and subtle smirk formed]

You shall pardon my failing in that, I am more an absorber than a creator. Maybe more a destroyer even. I clearly have the Books of Fire to memory and the histories of Old America – dust take upon Her, but never have I ever put anything outside of official documents to the quill.

Family is a throng of hard workers; they coordinated people on tour of pleasure like Peripher people, some of whom had camp at Grimwood. Father was a Dust chaplain in the National Guard – all those sermons boosting morale and pumping up our blue-green boys were worth it.

Got a sister who was a hard drinker, a party lady – that kind of cliché. Had withdrawal when the Feds raised taxes, My mouth and the words spat out of it, the only weapons I could get, grinded the most gears out of her so she could quit that spattering. Had to shill out a lot just for care when she had a joyride to celebrate sober, though – H-34 as I recall. Fire-cursed Kennedys and their bullshit taxes and their bullshit programs left to dust...

Was that an expletive? Carry on, that might get the bleep.

Back to myself: As my cells grew up, so did my fascination for general transport; had the privilege of the Air Academy out there in Mongol land – all those airships and fighters.

You know, one of the few things we Cascadians and Feds share in common are laws and Gordost- and Theo Timby-class cruisers. Few of my family did leave Cascadia – oh, Greta? I'm on a recording here.

There'll be another time...for us and...critical things.

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The Cascadian White Fleet, you're curious on my views about. Of course, the centerpiece of it is none other than Cascadian Diplomatic Vessel (CDV) Roosevelt.

I had command of few airships before I got to this point...had some exercises with the Vertical Navy on the Feds' side. But the Teddy? I only worked escort guard on her, MEG – Embassy Guard. Just a quick reminder, we don't just deal with guarding, we do state depts and get packages and people around in full piece. Sumeria, though...that was quite the militias we traded lead with, I was there when the Foreign Aid Edict happened after.

It's in the blood to climb any clime and place.

Sometimes, we couldn't restrain ourselves with the oft boring tasks we get on; we might trade cards or flash with delegation, hell, we had a mock fistfight or two with our Fed counterparts. Then one day, Admiral Bonin found me moping near the bridge. "Little engineer spat," he said; next thing we knew, we had a nice chat on mess about airships – "Three Hours at the Condor," you can name it that.