After months of stagnation and boredom, there has been a sudden movement in the Edwardiana theatre of operations, mostly, it would seem, triggered by covert operations rather than by military actions.

The action seems to have started on or around the 1st August 1909, when what would appear to have been two Goa’uld Al’kesh bombers attacked the ruined site of the former Chicago stockyards, in a city which was liberated from Federation control several months ago. The reasons for this action have yet to be determined, but the European Alliance forces repulsed the attack, shooting down one of the Al’kesh, while the other one just vanished without trace.

Around 12 hours after this attack, in incidents that are being described by Federation spokesmen as a cowardly terrorist suicide attacks, the Material Distribution Centers in Denver, Kansas and St. Louis were destroyed by massive explosions, which included significant arcane elements.

Then, shortly after that, every volcano in Japan erupted simultaneously, in a geophysical event that cannot have been natural, but which resulted in the uprising of the Japanese people against the rule of Empress Adrestia, and her rapid departure from Japan, along with her military staff. Aid and assistance has subsequently been pouring into Japan from a variety of sources, including the European Alliance, and the control of Japan seems to currently unclear. However, one thing for sure is that Japan is no longer under Federation rule.

With the loss of the Distribution centers in Denver, Kansas and St. Louis, the Federation forces in North America have also lost ground, with the fall to European Alliance troops of Cincinnati and Minneapolis on the Northern front, further gains on the South Eastern Front, and also further gains on the Mexican front.

In addition, New Federation Distribution Centers have hastily been commissioned in Charlotte, Dallas and Phoenix, and emergency repairs have been rapidly undertaken in Denver, but these new centers seem to be doing more bringing in than shipping out.

One further development appears to be the Federation withdrawal from Las Vegas. The reasons for this remain unclear at this time,  but Federation forces have declared a 25 miles exclusion zone outward from the center of the city. This new map of the Edwardiana Lines shows the new disposition of the forces in North America.

Viscount Charles Wellesley, for the Wellesley Defence Review.

 

 

It was today revealed by the Imperial Space Navy, that after a significant military operation by units under the command of Praefectus Classis Honoured Lady Olivia North, the Federation Colony Ship Iphigenia has been captured, and its escort fleet, the Sword of Iphigenia has been destroyed.

Also at this time, it is announced that Primus Marcus Northgate, in recognition of the significant contribution he made to the Iphigenia offensive, is hereby promoted to Admiral with immediate effect.

There were a number of notable individuals captured during the Iphigenia offensive, and the Praefectus Classis has authorised that proceedings from a number of their trials be made public. These individuals include Governor-General Corwin Barley, a son of the current Federation Vice President, Corwin’s wife, the Federation Celebrity Kamille Franklin-Barley, who is a grand daughter of the current Federation First Lady, Captain Merlin Barley, one of Corwin’s sons, and Federation Celebrity Melani Franklin, the wife of the Admiral in command of the Sword of Iphigenia.

In the matter of the Empire of Casablanca vs Corwin Barley, for the charges of being in command of an enemy force of the External Empire of Casablanca, and leading the aforesaid enemy force into battle against the Empire of Casablanca, your life is hereby forfeit, and is granted to the Praefectus Classis Honoured Lady Olivia North, to do with as she sees fit.

In the matter of the Empire of Casablanca vs Merlin Barley, for the charge of being an officer of an enemy force of the External Empire of Casablanca, and of doing battle against the Empire of Casablanca, your life is forfeit, and is granted to the Praefectus Classis Honoured Lady Olivia North, to do with as she sees fit.

In the matter of the Empire of Casablanca vs Kamille Franklin-Barley, for the charges of being a citizen of the Federation, and providing aid and assistance to an enemy of the Empire of Casablanca, you are to be taken into slavery for a minimum term of five years. You are to be inducted into the aforesaid slavery by the Imperial Navy.

In the matter of the Empire of Casablanca vs Melani Franklin, for the charge of espionage against the Empire of Casablanca, and of being a citizen of the Federation, and of providing aid and assistence to an enemy of the Empire of Casablanca, your life is hereby forfeit, and is to be granted to the Admiral Marcus Northgate, to do with as he sees fit.

 

Hell-Marshall Archduchess Lintra Hendrake announces the following Honarary appointments, which include formal adoption into House Hendrake.

For services rendered to the House, we welcome Hell-Colonel (Hon) Lord Jonathan to House Hendrake

For Services rendered to the House, we welcome Hell-Captian (Hon) Princess Elisabeth to House Hendrake

For Services rendered to the House, we welcome Hell-Colonel (Hon) Lady Mathilda to House Hendrale

For Services rendered to the House, we welcome Hell-Colonel (Hon) Damiana to House Hendrake

For Services rendered to the House, we welcome Hell-Captain (Hon) Cameron to House Hendrake

For Services rendered to the House, and in recognition of his marriage to our daughter, we welcome Hell-Colonel Prince William, Duke of Cabra, to House Hendrake.

For Services rendered to the House, we welcome Hell-General (Hon) Earl Rupert of Walsingham to House Hendrake

For Services rendered to the House, we welcome Hell-General (Hon) Laurenna to House Hendrake

Let it be heard and recognised that all these people have earned the right to lead Hendrake troops into battle.

After a knock on the door, Neasa entered the office of the Archduchess of Hendrake to find, as usual, Lyntra seated behind the big desk, Ursula seated behind another desk to the side, and Heiðrún languishing on the sofa.

Neasa announced “Boss, Lintra is here.”

“This’ll be fun,” muttered Ursula, with absolutely no sense of fun in her voice whatsoever.

“You’d better wheel her in,” said Lyntra.

“Err. She’s not coming in,” replied Neasa. “She’s standing out in the middle of the courtyard with Aðalbjörg and some guy in a hood, and most of the House standing around watching.”

“What the fuck?” from Lyntra.

“Not a good start” from Heiðrún.

“I don’t like how today feels, all of a sudden,” from Ursula.

“We knew this was coming,” said Lyntra. “Mandor wasn’t going to just give us a free pass.”

Ursula came back with “Mandor’s not the problem. I don’t know who that guy is. I can’t see him properly.”

“Neasa – all hands on deck. The Cadre will see Lintra as one,” said Lyntra

“Yes, Boss.” replied Neasa, as she went to summon the Ten.

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Ten warriors emerged from the Hendrake headquarters building to find the courtyard in front of it full. The entirety of the blooded House seemed to be in attendance, along with many more of the officer corps and a good number of guests. Standing behind one of a pair of wooden stools were Lintra the Elder, her daughter Aðalbjörg, and a male hooded figure. All three clearly wearing ceremonial katanas. The kind of ceremonial katanas that can take a head off in one swipe.

“Are we really going to do this out here?” asked Lyntra.

“Hendrakes do not do deals to decide the fate of their House in back rooms behind closed doors,” said Lintra. “Hendrakes do deals in the open, and in the clear light of day, where the House can see and hear the future their leaders will call them to. Hendrakes do deals that their House can believe in. Hendrakes do deals where their fighters can see for themselves that their leaders believe in the course they steer, so that they can believe that their leaders will be there beside them to the end.”

“Fine.” replied Lyntra. She continued with a sneer “Stools? Are your legs bothering you Grandmother?”

“On the contrary, as a courtesy to you I didn’t want the weight of these events to be too much for your young legs to bear.” Lintra’s voice had the exact same sneering tone..

“Is that so?” said Lyntra, and with the briefest flash of magic and sorcery the stools burst into flames and quickly reduced to ash.

“I guess that’s no stools then,” observed Lintra.

“So, is this the point where you make your pathetic plea to the warriors of Hendrake to forsake their House and their name and follow you back to Thelbane to become attack dogs again for Mandor and Hera?” Lyntra asked, with the weight of her scorn pulsing palpably against all present. How could they begin to even consider leaving House Hendrake to return to Thelbane?

“Not at all,” replied Lintra. “This is the point where you resign your stewardship of my House back to me, and beg that I will support you with warriors and resources so that you can continue your private war with half a chance of winning it, while Hendrake continues to defend and prosecute the policies and desires of the Dragon Throne of Thelbane.” The weight of the argument swung right back again. How could they have left Thelbane defenceless.

“You are a relic,” shouted Lyntra. “You died, and your House passed to your heir. And then she died and the House passed to me. If you wish to challenge me, then prepare yourself to die again. You know you cannot beat me.”

“I do not need to beat you, child,” said Lintra triumphantly. “Allow me to introduce my champion.” At this point the man threw back his hood and with a collective gasp, the whole of House Hendrake looked upon the face of Hendrake the Warrior.

“Bugger!” was heard to come from one of the Cadre. For many years the debate would rage as to which of them said it.

Hendrake spoke with a deep and resounding voice. “When my Bellissa fell, I championed my daughter Lintra as she inherited her mother’s House, with a reduced title meant to insult her from a Dragon with the face of an Ass. Nothing has changed. Today my daughter stands, and I stand as her Champion. The title is restored to the full grandeur that my wife held. And you well know what will happen if you make me fight you!”

Silence fell across the whole square. Lyntra and Hendrake locked eyes, as she assessed him to determine the truth of his words. Minutes stretched out.

“Archduchess Lintra. Hendrake is yours. There will be no begging today. I am your granddaughter. I am your heir. The fight my Cadre have fought all our lives still needs fighting. That enemy will see Thelbane in smoking ruins just as much as anywhere else. We will fight them as Hendrakes or we will fight them anyway. But as years turn to centuries, either we will die fighting them, or the day may once again come when I lead Hendrake to that battle. It will be what it will be. We await your orders.” Lyntra stated.

“Carry on!” said Lintra, and the Hendrake crowd erupted in cheers.

“Now, we go inside and talk,” Lintra said to the Cadre, as she strode into the Hendrake headquarters building for the first time since the last days of the Patternfall war, with Aðalbjörg and Hendrake the Warrior falling in behind her.