Navida

Plan

The room, dimly lit by flickering lanterns, is packed with rebels from all across Arasene. Faces that have grown weary from years of struggle now wear expressions of anticipation and hope as Hans steps forward, commanding the room's attention.

Hans clears his throat, his eyes scanning the crowd. "We have been making minor moves for months, making our presence known while honing our skills, waiting for the right opportunity. This is it," he begins, his voice steady but heavy with the weight of his words. "The plan that will reclaim our homeland. The plan that will free Arasene from Navida's grasp."

The room falls silent, every ear attuned to his words. Hans unrolls a large map of Arasene on the table, its edges frayed from countless uses. He points to key locations, speaking with precision.

"The operation is divided into three phases. First, we will launch a series of coordinated attacks on Navidan strongholds across the country. These will serve as distractions, drawing their forces away from Vainedge, the capital."

He pauses, letting the significance of the first phase sink in. The rebels exchange glances, their faces a mix of determination and anxiety.

"Phase two," Hans continues, "involves cutting off their supply lines. We've already identified key routes they use to transport resources from Goldridge and Soregorge. If we can disrupt those, we weaken them significantly. We need to move swiftly and efficiently."

The gravity of the mission is palpable, and Hans doesn't sugarcoat the risks. "Phase three is the final assault on Vainedge itself. This is where we hit them hardest. Our forces will converge on the capital from all sides. It's going to be dangerous, and it will require every ounce of strength we have. But if we succeed, Arasene will be free."

A murmur spreads through the room, a mix of excitement and fear. This is what they've been fighting for, but the enormity of the task ahead looms over them. The rebels know what's at stake; failure isn't an option.

Hans raises a hand to silence the crowd. "I know this isn't easy. Many of us have lost everything to Navida. But this is our chance to take it all back. We cannot falter. We cannot hesitate. Every move we make must be precise. One misstep, and everything we've worked for could crumble."

The tension in the room thickens, but so does the resolve. Faces that were once marked by fear now show fierce determination. This is the moment they've been waiting for—the chance to finally strike back.

Jacques and Noah exchange a glance, feeling the weight of the mission settling in. For the first time, it hits them just how crucial their roles will be in the coming days.

Hans's voice softens as he concludes, "This mission carries the hopes of every citizen of Arasene. Remember that when you're out there. You're not just fighting for yourselves—you're fighting for everyone who's suffered under Navida's rule."

The silence in the room was palpable. Even the flickering lanterns seemed to dim in the gravity of the moment. Hans' gaze swept across the faces of his comrades—faces hardened by years of battle, but also lit with a glimmer of hope. This was the moment they'd all been waiting for.

He pointed to the map, his finger landing on the mines of Goldridge. "Squad Alpha, led by Gareth, will hit Goldridge first. Your mission is to create enough chaos to force Navida to divert their forces. Make them believe a full assault is happening. Sabotage their supply lines, hit their weak points, and keep them guessing."

Gareth, a burly man with a grizzled beard, nodded grimly. His squad—Elara, Lars, and Dante—exchanged glances, each of them mentally preparing for the task ahead.

Hans moved his hand to Soregorge, the town where Navida produced its arnite gears. "Squad Beta, Isabelle, you'll lead the attack here. Disable their production, disrupt their supply chains, and leave them scrambling. We need them to think we're coming at them from all angles."