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Sebastian ÄŒí­Å¾ek
Yopas Harbour
Shashka, Kivasek
2100 WKT (Western Kivasek Time)/ 2200 LZT (Lauchenoirian Zoned Time)

With the sun setting in the West, the harbour was a hive of activity and noise. Crates of ammunition, rations, and medical supplies were loaded up onto the transport ships one at a time, making sure there is as little space used as possible. Weapons were kept on each militiamen's person, wrapped in a plastic bag to prevent rusting to the gun during the voyage. The guns were unloaded to ensure safety, but stripper clips for their SABRs (Semi-Automatic Battle Rifles) and magazines for their Poskha Sidearms, both chambered in cartridges with the same bullet diameter as to make production easier.

All of the militiamen were outfitted with olive drab uniforms and a maroon beret with the insignia of the Kivasekian Flag on the front of it. The only thing distinguishing Sebastian as an elected officer was a pair of burgundy stripes that adorned his tunic's collar. Sebastian looked around his uniform to make sure everything was properly secured, from the beige gaiters around his calves to the matching webbing straps across his torso. Finding everything in order, he sighed a breath of relief that at least one thing was in his control.

A voice shouted from far behind Sebastian,"Wolfhounds!" Softly startled, he gave a small jump as he looked in the direction of the voice. It was the same woman from the City Hall , now standing atop a large pile of crates labeled with black ink as ammo. "Tonight is the night we begin our journey to Aeluria, to secure the sovereignty of a nation! As many of you know of the situation's degenerating stability, us getting to the island is paramount to its survival," she paused as there was a loud roar from the militia before she continued. "Even though we are not the strongest force, the most advanced force, or even the force with the most firepower, we are the force with the largest spirit; the spirit of independence!" The cheering was louder than before, with Sebastian contributing to the noise. "Now board up and let's go kick some imperialist ass!" To a wall of whistles and yelling, the woman stepped down as waves of the militia loaded up onto large transporters, some of them already spray-painted with the Iapetian Wolfhound on the bridge.

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Ivona Kiska
Foreign Relations Office
Liberigo, Kivasek
2100 WKT (Western Kivasek Time)/ 2200 LZT (Lauchenoirian Zoned Time)

In a dim room with thee only light being from a computer monitor, Ivona had her head hung low in exhaustion before snapping awake to finish the letter to the Aelurian leadership

"To the Esteemed Leaders of Aeluria,

We have heard of your plight in the south against the Lauchenoirian government and wish to give you support to your cause. Knowing how hard it is to fight against a power of great magnitude alone, we wish to make the fight easier on your people. At the time this message is sent to you, the Commune of Kivasek is preparing a large volunteer force comprising of 4 militia brigades, nearly 10,000 fighters, to be sent to Aeluria to defend your shores. There is no ulterior motive in this action that would see Kivasek exploiting Aeluria. You may have your commanders direct our forces where and when you need them. From the training they have recieved, we know that they are best used as defense in urban areas and as saboteurs within forested areas. We trust you will use the trust we have entrusted into you wisely.

With the Best Hope,
Foreign Office of the Commune of Kivasek"

With typing the final line, Ivona sent the message to the appropriate server before falling asleep at her desk, the night melting away in her mind.