Hells Bells

Arem Arragon War

October 9th, 2025. Arem. Oil Town Rilern. 8 Miles From The Capital City Ricklasherian.

The air is thick with the smell of oil, darkened clouds arise from the many wells. During their retreat the Arems set the wells ablaze, and tried to destroy the dam on the Olorado to deny power to most of the province, but the charges failed. Many Arragonian tanks traverse the streets, being wary of the townsfolk watching them with disdain. That disdain was made worse when the mostly rabbit women calvary followed behind them. 2 fighters scream overhead, firing rockets toward the town's outskirts. 

The battlefield near the sawmill on the town's outskirts is something most of Arem's soldiers haven't fought in, an urban environment. The veterans from the many revolts down south have been experienced in urban combat but not to this scale, and definitely not against an equally matched or exceeding foe. An entrenched machine gun in the sawmills tower hinders the attackers. The rockets launched by the fighters were off the mark and landed in inconclusive areas. Flamethrowers burn out the stubborn defenders in the major building of the sawmill, setting the structure ablaze, and forcing all but the tower to be abandoned. An Arragonian centurion plows through one of the neighboring houses, drawing the fire of the machine gun. The centurion's gun levels the tower, placing the town in Arragonian hands. The 2nd corp of the rabbit calvary departed to secure the remaining untouched oil wells, as well as cutting down any lonely rifleman in their path. 

The main Arragonian force will break through the main line around midnight, advancing 20 miles west of the capital securing the port city of Milcarn denying a northern harbor for the Arem fleet and capturing a major rail and supply hub. The second lesser force of the army stopped just 3 miles from the capital digging in to wait for the rail lines to be repaired. A landing at the Baitalk peninsula by the 8th Naval Marine Corp, secures a vital point in the entrance to the gulf of Enovop. Just 10 days after the first push across the Olorado, the Arragonians have swept aside the untrained recruits of Arems Army of the North and completely cut off the capital, but the Army of the South has been withdrawn from Ciol, with the potential to turn the conflict into a real war.

( The original purpose of the invasion was to support the Ciol revolt, but since Arem withdrew there was no reason to continue the advance. The Arragonian senate is split on if the taken land should be occupied until a future date, or a withdrawal from all captured lands and ask for concessions for Ciol. The president and vice have a mixture of both views. Arems army has a modern tank force and a decent sized air contingent, but with the revolt in Ciol it was deployed in 90% capacity into the southern region. Leaving little in the north and what tank and air elements there were in the north, got destroyed during the opening of hostilities.)

October 12th, 2025. Ricklasherian. Kingdom of Arem.

HALIFORD: What do you intend to do? You can hear their cannons beltering away at our city and their fleet cutting us off from the kingdom's vast trade routes. What of the soldiers in the south, they withdrew from a hostile Ciol only to be sent further south to the hopeless defense on the Baitalk. Most of us fellow parliamentarians have fled including your father, leaving the throne to a hapless maiden before her marriage. Now what say you Queen Hashir?

The desolate parliament awaits the anxious girl's response. Ceiling tiles fall onto the broken floor, many of the decorations adorning the ceiling have long since fell to the ground or hang restlessly. Smoke rises outside of the windows from the harbor, an earlier air raid laying waste to the facilities there. Rumbling from artillery shakes the answer out of the lukewarm queen.

HASHIR: W-what should you think I do, Duke Haliford?

HALIFORD: You seek terms of peace. My diplomatic contacts in Kurzen have told me that their house is divided on what to do. Half are focused on occupying the northern province for a set period of time while the other wants to withdraw from all territory and have us send concessions to the new Ciol government. If you give them a 3rd option you can hopefully lead the negotiations.

A nearby shell explodes near the building sending smoke and debris into the chambers. The seated parliamentarians duck for cover coughing their lungs out. Duke Haliford of Baitalk stands there unphased, reiterating his first question.

HALIFORD: I say again, what will you do, your highness?

The queen of the proud Hashir family who have ruled Arem for centuries, is cowering behind the throne. He bows his head letting out a disappointed sigh.

HALIFORD: Maybe giving up the throne and forming a temporary government until a treaty can be reached. Then if her highness wants, we can crown her afterward.

The remaining members agree on this notion. A letter is written and signed by the members and handed off to a motorcycle messenger, who makes off to the front with all haste. The queen is put under house arrest in the lower parts of the palace, while the weakened defenders are relieved of duty. The majority of the army down south were recalled back to the capital, and the remnants of the small navy were sent to the neutral Kingdom of Ghai for a refit and to avoid destruction by Arragons Partov fleet. The message would reach the front the coming morning. The underequipped northern army stands down, letting the Arragonians continue to the capital unmolested. Combat operations conclude later that morning. The gates of Arem's heart is opened as the screening forces of Arragon's army enter the city. Motorcycle scouts peruse through the destroyed streets. Bobbing and weaving about the collapsed buildings and eventually the scouts plow through the Royal district up to the walls surrounding the ancient palace. Gates that once stood to block out the unwanted are long gone as artillery craters replace the wall section it was apart of. They dismount with one grabbing a pole cover in cloth from their back. Trudging over the collapsed bricks, they make their way up a nearby staircase and onto the wall. That cloth covered pole is unwrapped as one of the scouts discards a tattered flag of the kingdom. The scout carrying the pole jams it into the place were the previous flag was. A gust of wind catches the pole unfurling the Arragon Republic's flag over the desolate ruins of Arem's might. In the distance a large formation of planes grow larger casting shadows over the city. Instead of bombs these planes drop people as Arragonian paras drop to further secure the city in front of the main force an hour away. This dazzling display truly proves to the populace below that the Republic is the victors and that compliance will be the best path for the Kingdoms redemption. In the late afternoon, the shaking of hands between General Silvia and Duke Haliford official ends the conflict and negotiations begin.

( Before the US arrived in the dimension, Arem used to be landlocked surrounded by the Empire of Iransa. After the Iransa civil war, Arem obtained a small coastline in the Gulf of Enovop. It wasn't until the Arragonian intervention in the second civil war, was when the Kingdom of Arem got its current borders. Arragon's intervention also gave birth to the Republic of Ciol and the Lii Kingdom. The small navy has been seen as enough since the Arem state had a small coastline for 50 years, even when obtaining more coastline the navy stayed small in exchange for an advanced land army.)