"They're attacking," he whispered. "Three thousands blocks east of Farpoint, approaching at a speed of 2 blocks per second." The lookout was grim. "Estimated army size is four thousand foot soldiers in front."
Terminal Station was a large fortress consisting to 13 small terminals linked up by minecart rails. It was the republic's line of defense, keeping out Raiders, griefers and annoying history teachers, stretching from the south coast of mainland Endermania to the Eastern Frontier four hundred thousand blocks away.
Admiral Durant was calm on the outside, but frantic within. "That doesn't give us enough time to set up defenses." He thought for a moment, then made his command. "Arm defensive cannons at Terminal A. Ready the evac gunboats and prepare the airships. Mine the ground near Logging camp C, and mine the water surrounding Farpoint. Evacuate Mine V and Mine W, and demolish the minecart rails. Send back any gathered resources from the mines."
"Yes, sir. Immediately, sir," said an officer, hurrying off to a communication post. "The incoming waves of enemies must not be allowed to reach the city."
The lookout was in for a shock. "Sir! An airship armada is approaching the mines! Size unknown. Estimated time of arrival, three minutes."
A commander entered the room. "Our airships are ready. We have two hundred airships online. Our hangar was damaged in the recent raids. In addition is one hundred and twenty five Legion Gunboats at our command. On land, we have one thousand five hundred soldiers, four hundred archers and one hundred engineers. As support, they will have two hundred Model-2 Scorpion tanks."
"Then we are vastly outnumbered," concluded Admiral Durant. "Our redstone signals can penetrate two thousand blocks in every direction, giving an accurate map, however, after that the signal will weaken. The incoming army is just within range of monitoring. Signals indicate that the army size exceeds fifty thousand in total.
There were three attacking armies, one airborne, one floating and one on the ground, all slowly creeping towards the republic's demise.
* * * * *
The defensive cannons on the side of Terminal A roared to life, sending primed TNT sailing through the air in a futile attempt at defending the republic. The TNT struck the lines of determined griefers and smashed their formations, sending blocks and fragments flying. But still, the endless waves came, marching through minefields carefully planned and laid out by engineers who were now dead. Even as yet another wave was decimated, they still flooded forward, blocking out the ground with the shiny blue of diamond armor.
The endless onslaught of griefers overcame the limited defenses of Terminal A. The building was destroyed in a fiery blast, sending intact blocks and fragmented pieces flying off in different directions.
Terminal A was destroyed.
* * * * *
A flotilla of small battleships were cruising through the calm blue waters near Station Farpoint. These were republic reinforcements sent from the main city to help with the defenses of Terminal Station.
They never arrived.
Instead, what did arrive was the equivalent of a meteor, arrived, in arrows, fire charges, diamond swords and TNT, smashing blocks, both living and non-living, as airships plunged into the chaos below and gunships sank to the watery graves.
The navy of the Raider Nation had been standing by to assault Farpoint. Their plan was to take the small station and gain access to Terminal D, a control centre of the assembly of the Republic's siege engines. This was also a storage area for many dangerous materials, such as TNT and Ghast-3 type fireball cruise missiles. These storage areas were to be detonated.
The relief force was destroyed by the Raider fleet before it had even reached Terminal Station. Instead, the slightly damaged raider fleet landed at the port, torturing the terrain.
* * * * *
A thousand explosions penetrated the night sky.
* * * * *
The explosion destroyed Terminal D, but the chain reactions kept going.
Terminal after terminal blew, explosions sounding from the city to the seaside.
Terminal Station was written off.
* * * * *
The fall of the Old Republic has begun.
A nation created by Notch and founded by Herobrine.
A nation which had stood unchallenged for ten thousand years had begun to fall.
Replaced by thousands of explosions,
arrows falling to find a block to strike,
swords falling to find the destruction of the empire,
All replaced by a storm of shouting, explosions, and eventually, silence.
* * * * *
Only one republic zeppelin escaped.
One modified Millennia-class zeppelin.
HMS Enderman.
* * * * *
And that was five thousand years ago.
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Nations at War
ActionIt has been 5000 years since the demise of the Old Republic. Ever since, the Raider Nation, an army of griefers hell-bent on destroying anything they can lay their hands on, have taken control. But now, with better technology and a new army, the Rep...
