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Arc Chronicles Calixte VII
Calixte VII"We are now entering North American airspace," the pilot announced over the intercom. "We will be landing at the southern keys to refuel."The southern keys were the Florida keys, but of course, the name Florida didn't exist in this world. Maybe with the lack of Florida, the craziness that seemed to plague the state would be gone too. Let's home there were no Aquitaine Florida man stories.I already missed Riviere and the south of the homeland. I had only gotten to spend a week there and it was the best week of my life. Best week of BOTH lives. Two beautiful girls, sex five times a day, and two of those were three ways. My father didn't call once, the military left me alone, no Bian, Alphonse, Rolo, or Sasha. I wasn't risking my life fighting for an empire that wanted to expand and take over the world.For a week, I could pretend I wasn't the prince of one of the world's biggest aggressors. I could pretend I wasn't a prince at all. I was just the luckiest guy in the world.
Arc Chronicles Euphemia VI
Euphemia VI"You should contact the court," Daliah said, writing in her notebook. In the distance, I could see smoke rising from across Bayard. One, two three, four different spots. Four different spots, four different bombing sites."I'm sorry, contact the homeland? Why?" Did Dahlia want to report me? The bombings had happened under my watch, so it was my responsibility. What would my father think when he heard? If he hadn't already. The city was crawling with OSI agents, eager to report back to my father."We will need a design for your personal crest. Your Highness, this is something you should have finished by now."... "Don't you think that can wait? With the bombing-""If we put this off, it will not get done. We need to put in an order quickly. Once we return to the palace, I will need a telegram. I will summon a court artist from the capital."I shook my head. Sometimes I wondered if Dahlia had her head screwed on right. "Now isn't the time for paintings and crests," I said, v
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