Tempestamens 28, 1616 Central Calendar
Sea south of the Gynamo Kingdom
The Annonrial Empire's communications station located on a certain unnamed island within the Gynamo Kingdom's territory swiftly resumed regular operations after the takeover by the White Lotus, as though Amon's hastily-assembled team had never been there. Aside from the addition of several things to smoothen the anti-Annonrial regime operation, the crew on this isolated rock continued their tasks without any indication that things had changed. However, the Winged People operating the equipment now also relayed all transmissions from the Annonrial side, both received and intercepted, to their new friends of the White Lotus as if it were normal.
Just two minutes before the clock struck 00:15, the station intercepted a transmission from the mainland. Once received, a machine sprang to life, swiftly decrypting the coded message, which revealed to contain instructions indicating movements within a certain western country. Despite the crew's typical boredom, they felt a surge of alertness as they were instructed that as a pillar of communication near the Southern World, every message relating to the Messiah's realm was something the White Lotus needed to be aware of.
"Relay it."
"Understood. Decoding complete... relaying now."
"........."
After the message slipped into the void, those on shift at the station returned to their normal routine. For them, it was just another passing date, concealed from the outside world by their glamour and unnoticed by the ignorant Gynamese locals. But—
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Several minutes prior
MOASEC Ground System Development Facility, San Redentore District, Runepolis, Holy Milishial Empire
Next to his facility's leader, Professor Harley Hendrickson, Emre Senturya stifled a yawn as he observed a convoy of four imposing trucks painted in a matte light gray color rolling into the hangar, where some of the graveyard shift crewmen had gathered.
"What's that? Sleepy already?" Glancing at his protégé with a raised eyebrow, Harley asked with a snort.
"Bah, screw you, Old Man," the blonde man grumbled while cracking his neck. "...Why does all the top-tier hardware always get delivered in the middle of the night. Can't we have a 'normal' schedule for once?"
The dwarven professor laughed, giving him a hearty clap on the back before gesturing toward the convoy as it came to a halt. "Oh, come on, you somber son of a gun. This is how we get the good stuff! Now, let's see what we've got here."
Emre stretched his arms above his head, letting out a groan before straightening up. "Alright, fine. Just another night around here, I guess." As the crewmen around them sprang into action, Emre gave a low whistle of admiration as he walked over to the nearest truck.
Just by eyeballing it, they could see that the vehicles were larger in terms of dimensions when compared to the existing military trucks, each stretching about 10 meters long, nearly 2,5 meters wide, and standing 3 meters tall. The front cab's boxy angular design sat high off the ground, featuring large reinforced rectangular windows and large side mirrors jutting out. When he crouched a bit, Emre squinted at the deep treads of the truck's enormous tires. Definitely made for rough terrain. He also recalled the sound the truck's engine emitted before coming to a full stop, a unique whirring howl that sounded like a more aggressive version of the whine that a lightning-type motor produced. Something that sounds like that has only been heard coming out of an einherjar before.
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