[Slokais]

The new M-3, a new highway built by the central government in 2019 had been turned into a massive migration path. People going one way towards the city with them carried most of their belongings, as cars were a thing that only the rich could afford. Going in the other direction the Mallacaland Army advanced towards the front, every few minutes they would hear the sound of distant combat. Over the last few weeks, a mass exodus of thousands began, all heading towards Mallacaland City, and eventually traveling elsewhere. The Army had split as some joined the Loyalists, who now called themselves the Army of the Emirate, they fought under the old flag and were quickly securing much of the country. The Army fell back to hold a defensive position just outside Mallacaland City.

Prime Minister Kamza ran around all day, in what had become a military headquarters, all though they had secured help from Procura they were no match for the AOE. Although the central government still controlled the skies, their air force was small and made up of older fighters given to them by other powers. Many had advised the PM to leave the country yet it would be seen as a sign that he had given up the fight. The spirit of hope of last month had been snuffed out by the reality of the Civil War.

At the Port of Mallacaland, ferries to Dolphin Isle, Slokais were being loaded up with people. 1000s of the tickets had been sold yet the ferry could not fit all the passengers, Roman Gonzalez the Ambassador to Mallacaland ran into the office of the Port Authority of Mallacaland. He walked through the office
“Alright, we are getting those people onto ships” he yelled
Everyone in the room did not move
“Oh, it's because you already sold them tickets, is it?” he said
“We simply thought the ship would be larger”
“Then you should have your other ships come and pick up the rest” he yelled
“Fine, you can do that if you want,” one of the officers said

A few minutes later, a horn blew within the harbor, at the helm of a ferry was the Ambassador along with some dockworkers. The Port Commander looked in shock as the ferry exited from its dock and into the harbor. As the first ferry pulled away the second one pulled back into it. Hundreds of people rushed the gates as the ship dropped anchor. It looked as if everyone would be able to leave at least for today.