"To Major General Harrias, Space Command, I am pleased to report that the operational capacity of the outpost under Mount Olympus, Mars - Olympus Base - has been completed.
The primary modules are online, allowing the Marines to begin probing the facility once again. However, the secondary construction has been delayed, as CCP Maoists and Zhongguo Fascists have raided or harassed the other Great Powers on the Martian surface, raiding or harassing many of our supplies from Alpha Base. Some of my Marines also noted they believe French and Indian forces are spying on our forces. To my surprise, the IRA and Turkish forces have remained silent of our presence, especially after what happened with the IRA pirate raid on our space lanes. I do request additional Marines to provide escort.
Regarding the alien facility, Outpost Olympus has successfully attached itself to the facility, being called Ashurbanipal Research Based. The name comes from one of the oldest libraries in history, dating back to the Assyrian Empire. It is apparent that this facility is older than any known civilization in Human history; the knowledge locked away here could revolutionize the Human race forever. For this reason, the people believed the name was appropriate.
We have secured the first level. To our surprise, the Akuma's that are defending the alien facility have not made a move to the upper levels. This has allowed us to establish operations within the facility, providing life support and other essential needs. We will begin our raids within Ashurbanipal soon." - Colonel Gallivan, Olympus Base
April 10th, 2069 (military calendar)
Vagahm, the former Confederacy of Daru'uie
Nevali Region, Aldrida, Alagore
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Assiaya felt her body tremble slightly from seeing the scorched ground and destroyed equipment of the former checkpoint. She turned toward the Minutemen soldier in the passenger seat, Captain Isacc Murphy of Viking. Unlike many of his team, he was a dark-skinned man, like Rommel King, which surprised her. She hadn't expected such diversity among the Altaerrie, even though they were all Sapiens, the same subtype of humans as her.
"Draconis oppugnation?" Assiaya asked.
"Speak English!" the voice in her head snapped. "We must learn to understand Father."
Knowing the voice was right, Assiaya tried again. "Draagooon attack?"
The captain turned and spoke into his phone. The translation app responded with Draco, meaning Dragon. She nodded to confirm, and the app spoke again, explaining that they'd launched a UAV for early warning, so there was no cause for concern.
She acknowledged this with a small nod and peered out the window. The AMTV's shaking subsided as the convoy rolled onto a paved stretch of highway. Old buildings dotted the landscape, but what surprised her more were the steel lines embedded in the ground—train tracks. The Princess had seen them before in the Verliance Aristocracy. The Vampire nation had built an intricate rail network, connecting most of its cities, a feat her former master had boasted about with pride.
Before this journey to Vagahm, she'd learned that an old line between Salva and Vagahm had once thrived during better days. Now abandoned due to disputes, it mirrored everything else she'd observed in this region: slow decay. She pushed that thought away. From watching Kallem Verliance, she'd learned a leader must always take pride in their people.
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