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Arc Chronicles Euphemia VII
Euphemia VIIThe tag looked a little... Childish. Okay, maybe that was the wrong word. Not childish, per se, but close to the gang tags that spray-painted cross Aquroya before the city council put a stop to it at my father's request.They looked like gang tags, not something I would not associate with supposed freedom fighters. The NGLF was far from a gang. According to some reports, the NGLF didn't just engage in radical movements, but they had taken the role of police onto themselves and had cracked down on criminals. From the petty to the big fish our justice system released."Mr. Ordel?"The police commissioner or chief or whatever he was called was red face. He was sweating like a pig and was whipping his forehead with a handkerchief. "Yes, Your Highness.""I've read reports about the NGLF acting like vigilantes."For some reason, he went redder. "They are radicals. Criminals rebelling against Aquitaine.""That much is clear. What was unclear was the vigilante activities mentione
Arc Chronicles Euphemia VIII
Euphemia VIIII dreamed I was in Aquroya. The capital stretched out as far as the eye could see, the city dominating the landscape. I was overlooking Aquroya from the throne, watching my empire, which the sun never set on. I was the Empress of Aquitaine, and all the power in the world was at my fingertips."Your Highness?" someone was shaking me awake. I cracked my eyes open, seeing one of the palace servant girls. shaking me. She looked nervous. When yelped when she saw my eyes opened and bowed at the waist. "Please, forgive me, Your Highness. Dahlia instructed me to wake you up?"I shook my head. I should never have agreed to take her into my service. She's been nothing but a pain in my arse since day one. "Why?""It's the ball, Your Highness. It starts at twelve."I looked over at the desk next to my huge bed. The clock ticked 7:06. "That's in five hours."The servant girl looked sheepish. "I'm sorry, she said that you have a bad habit of noting getting up when you're supposed to,
Arc Chronicles Calixte VIII
Calixte VIIIThe hunger was abuzz with activity. It wasn't just their hanger either; all the hangers were preparing for the invasion of New Siberia. The first part of the invasion would be an airstrike to damage all the defense around the border. Oyashima was allowing them to fly through their airspace if I met with the prince when I got back. It wasn't exactly a meeting I was looking forward to. Another wife? I had two of them and they didn't seem to want to get along, but I was given no choice in the matter. That was part of the deal.It was a hot summer day in Acadia and the last thing I wanted to do was fly an air raid. I'd rather be in Karafuto Prefecture with Princess Kaya and her underage. Karafuto had a resort town with lots of pools and swimming sounded good right about now. Or hell, maybe I could go to Port Royale and swim in Alphonse's family pool. He had made the offer and I should have taken him up on it. It was a little too late now, given the situation I was in, but oh
Arc Chronicles The Chauffeur
The ChauffeurI would be moving between the battlefield and Karafuto in the days to come. My father wanted me in public with Princess Kaya as much as possible, but at the same time, he wanted to be in front of the camera for the war effort. It sounded a little conflicting to me; how was I supposed to be in two places at once, but my father never met a problem that could stop him.So I would be flow in between the battlefields and the capital of Karafuto as often as possible, to spend a few days in both. I thought my squad would be mad, but they would get time off while I was away playing Aquitese prince. That seemed to satisfy everyone on my team. Everyone but Rolo, that was."Are you kidding me? Why do you get to go off and play prince while I have to stay here?" he demanded when I told Sunrise Squadron."Because he's a prince and you're not," Alphonse said in a bored voice."That's not fair!"Alphonse snorted. "Since when is life fair? Calixte is a prince, so he gets special treatme
Arc Chronicles Calixte IX
Calixte IXI dreamed I was back in my warplane, flying over the desert of Morocco, the golden dunes extending as far as the eye could see. Below me, a battle was raring. Strangely enough, the skies above the battle were empty. It was a crystal blue sky with white clouds scattered through the endless azure.Then suddenly she was there, my enemy. She a better ace and it was everything I could do to avoid dying in my sudden new battle. The sky had turned into a death zone and I wished that I was on the ground, in the safety of the trenches, far away from my enemy. As far away from her as I could be.She appeared at my left flank and fired. Her bullets shattered my shields and ripped through my wing. The Jupiter Engine safety features kicked in and I was ejected from the plane, a powerful shield protecting me from the fireball that it had become.As I fell, she had come back around for me. My enemy was there, barreling through the sky towards me. Her guns were aimed at me. The shield that
Arc Chronicles Interlude
Interlude: AdolphAdolph Hitler was not having the best of days. The first thing that morning, he dreamed he was the ruler of a powerful Prussia, only the nation was called Germany, for some reason. They were the Germanic people, so he could understand where it came from, but the rulers of Prussia that negotiated and conquered the other nation had been too proud of their heritage to rename their country.He had been the leader of a party that had been great at the start and turned around this Germany. It remained him of the State Socialist Party, but it had more of an iron grip on Germany, whereas the state socialists were battling the monarchists for absolute control. Though the State Socialists controlled his home country.That was before the other powers of the world turned on them and crushed Germany underfoot. It was a world without magic, so it had to be a dream. Adolph wanted it to be a dream. He had taken his own life, instead of letting the Roslachnians capture him. After wha
Arc Chronicles Henri - Hans
Interlude: Henri Arc Part 1When the Prussian Ambassador called upon me, I almost declined. I knew it was coming, the OSI didn't have to warn me. I could see the writing on the wall. The State Socialists' grip on Prussia was beginning to loosen. The communists had been agitating for months on end, and even though they had stamped out major communist resistance, the Kaiser loyalist forces had come and taken their place. They had made themselves even more of a nuisance than the communists if that was possible. Given that they had declared war on The People's Union of Roslachny, it was their timing more than the failure of the communist insurgence organization.The Kaiser Loyalists had two advantages the communists lacked: the first was the war with Roslachny over their former African colonies. The State Socialists will have to direct resources that were free when the communists were agitating and focus them on the big communists.The second the last Kaiser's popularity had been shattere
Arc Chronicles Henri - Hans 2
Interlude Henri Arc Part 2 "I thought the State Socialists didn't need a monarch?" I asked as he handed me a glass of water. "Make no mistake, Your Highness, you will be a figurehead. You will be Kaiser in name, and your children will inherit when you pass, but you will have no power. The State Socialist Party is the steward of the people, leading them into a bright, prosperous future. You will be a figurehead, restoring honor and pride to an empire that has lacked its emperor." The ambassador pulled himself a glass of wine. "Is that Aquitese?" I asked. The ambassador smiled. "Liorenaise. I must admit, I am partial to Liorenaise wines." "It is one of the best vineyards in the empire," I agreed. The ambassador nodded. "Indeed, Your Highness." Was this a wise move for them? Or for us? As long as they kept me locked away from power, the State Socialists could cancel their debts without risk of invasion from our side. Which would leave them free to battle Roslachny for their Africa