Looking up at the stars on the ship, Vendecci lay awake with his fellow comrades sleeping. He needed more followers, he thought. The cave and the ship were prime examples of what a larger force of people could do. Except what he also figured was this larger force wouldn’t pay for itself. He already had a group of hungry Nomads who can’t just simply hunt for Zuavka in the deserts. Perhaps he could organize a smuggling industry; he already had his first ship. Though he had wondered how he was going to get the ship past any of the Xyraeli guards in the first place. He would hope they would accept Ozians on a ship. The biggest thing he had to do though is meet up with Iseltov. He would need his weapons and support if the Ozians had any hope of winning anything.. Except then he noticed something peculiar, the Va’shi (Dune) Constellation. At that time of year the Va’shi constellation was towards the west and they were heading towards it. He had always thought the divine City was east.
Suddenly he yelled out, “Xyraeli Scum! Get up everyone, and get those Xyraelis.”
Once everyone was so rudely yelled at they followed his orders without hearing the explanation of Vendecci. When the Xyraeli crew members were dragged out Vendecci had his sword already out. He asked them, “Which one of you is navigating this vessel?
A weary man of about his 50s said in broken Ozian, “I… do…”
Vendecci wondered why it was so simple, “Why is this ship going west instead of east?”
The old man was then confused, “Well I thought you wanted to get to the ‘Divine City’ and my men and I determined that to be Oz’ava.”
“Well, why are we going west then?”
“East is La Sava.”
Vendecci was now more confused, “Wait… where is this ship now?”
The man didn’t know how to say the name but he then just said, “Northern Seas”
“So we’re in Moacian Waters?”
The old man smiled, “Yeah, how did you know?”
The Ozian was obviously irked and he yelled at them, “Turn this boat around! Go to La Sava for the sake of Gaea!”
The Xyraelis were immobile at their order because all they wanted was sleep. With only so few crewmembers many of them had to do double or even triple workloads to get the ship going. Except Vendecci hardly cared for their grievances and ordered, “Now!” Then the Xyraelis got the point of Vendecci’s urgency and began to turn the boat around.
Zhra’frehvZhra’frehv was an interesting city in the middle of the desert, it was watered by a beautiful Oasis and it was known by the people there, the only thing worth living for. The city was the only one in Divine Ozia that did not have Xyraeli Occupiers within it. Many who have wandered the desert or wish to be away from their troubles would either go to this city or La Sava. Since Xyrael ignored this city completely, others seemed to have taken control of this city. One of them is the richest Ozian, Dorlov Iseltov. Iseltov had bought many shops and trading firms in the area to expand his wealth. He even gathered supplies for Mt. Ijek at the city. However nobody knew why or where these covered trucks always ventured out in the desert but they could care less. Iseltov’s favored mistress lived in Zhra’frehv. Every 4 days he would come back for two to be with his favorite mistress, Esma, mother of his favored daughter, Sevda.
The night was calm and peaceful; everything was right in the city and tomorrow would be a new day. That morning people woke up and did their errands, men and women scurried around the streets doing each of their jobs, most of who were under paycheck of Iseltov. Esma watched the people from her window. She was happy, the next day her Iseltov would be home again to visit her. She always hated the four necessary work days for her mate. She always wondered why he couldn’t see her 4 days and work 2, was his work so important?
Esma sighed as the desert breeze brushed against the window door. There was something strange in the sky that one never saw often. Several aircraft were dancing around the city. Usually only one was seen and maybe two but there seemed to be hundreds. Many on the streets started to proclaim for Gaea as they saw the planes. Ozians stopped their errands, stopped their work, stopped their relaxing. They all took sight of these aircraft making a number of sounds and clamors on the city.
However, then the floor started to shake under Esma, what could that be she thought. She moved to another window where scattered Explosions and buildings were being torn up. Esma closed the window door and moved back to the window where she was. The vibrations were growing every second. At last the climax of the explosions made one right in front of the window she was looking out of. Dust flowed through the room, causing her cough out the dust from her lungs. Some of the servant girls rushed into the room to help Esma up and down the stairs. They heard sounds on the roof and the felt the constant vibrations of explosions from around the house. Once on the first story the women tried to rush into the cellar door but there came a voice from the back door. A man in Moacian Uniform, he and his squad raised their weapons and fired upon civilians. Esma and the two girls lay dead next to the cellar door, their blood splattered on the walls and draining on the ground.
The Moacian nodded to his comrades, “You know the orders; kill
all the Ozians. Search the house, if you run out of ammo, you have your sword.”
The one day battle of Zhra’frehv was not what some Ozians would call a Battle, however most in Ozia would call it massacre as many of the Ozians did not have time to organize a resistance. Those who escaped wandered the desert or managed to get inside one of Iseltov’s Supply trucks. The Moacians however returned to their operation camps inside Ozia. The city was now a flower of ash and full of death and emptiness.
Mt. IjekAs Supply trucks came in distance of the mountain they called in urgency on the radio because they were being tailed by Moacian Aircraft. Iseltov was speculative about this, what the in the world was happening? He was just about to go to Zhra’frehv when he received this report. However with confirmation there were two unidentified aircraft in the radar. Iseltov ordered, “Get our birds up!”
Iseltov, a powerful family in the Xyraeli Territories had owned his own squadron of Fighter aircraft. Old as they were, they still worked. He bargained for them after Xyrael was modernizing their air force. He converted them into Ozian aircraft and named it under the scientist who converted them, Dr. Pali Staii. He had already secretly designed some newer models from Staii-1 to Staii-7. The only aircraft they had in physical form were Staii-1s and they had a Staii-2. The planes took off within a minute and received radar information from the ground below. The planes that the Moacians had were more modern than their own. As the Ozian aircraft closed in, the Moacian aircraft had already taken out a few trucks.
The Ozians broke and maneuvered in the skies. One in the Staii-2 had a heat seeking missile and when he had his lock he let it go. When the missile made impact the plane lost its wing and started to go down to the desert. This took the other Moacian completely by surprise. They didn’t know where the missile was coming from and then he saw four birds with Blue Stars closing in on him. He saw the models of their aircraft and almost laughed. Even though there were four of them, he could out maneuver all of them. The Ozians however in their crap vessels had trained thoroughly and tried to use their weaknesses as an advantage by using confusing formations to trap the plane.
The Moacian ascended quickly up and one of the Ozians tried to follow him but lost him. His aircraft dove back down into a stall. The Moacian quickly turned around to persue the stalled out aircraft. However as the plane came across two others went behind him and one dove down on him raining machine gun and cannon fire on the Moacian. They caused a spark into his fuel and there leaked a fire in the plane of the Moacian. Before the aircraft hit the ground flames engulfed the aircraft and plummeted into the sand.
The supply trucks rushed quickly into the mountain as the aircraft started to land. When the people were unloaded they told their stories to many of the people giving them water, clothes, and food. Iseltov soon heard the new, the news of the massacre. Iseltov was devastated and retired to his quarters.
One of his advisors came in, she knocked on the door first and said, “Everything ok sir?”
“No… Esma is probably dead.”
“What? Esma didn’t escape?”
“I did not hear from her so I assume she’s dead, from what I’ve heard… about the massacres from the Moacians. I don’t believe I’ll be seeing her ever again.” As he grieved ideas of vengeance crossed his mind. Almost like Gaea gave him the sword to bear and use. Perhaps Gaea wanted him to do it. Moacians in the past had caused these atrocities. This was an Ancient struggle between Ozians and Moacians. This time however, he would crush them.
His advisor looked at his eyes, his maroon iris was bright like blood, she asked, “What are you thinking? What are you about to do?”
Iseltov held his hand up, “Unleashing the Sword, get me missile command and the biological weapon’s chief.”
Gaea's SwordThe main river of Moacia was the River Ni’ia. Three major cities and half of the Moacian Agriculture depended on the river. However they didn’t know what would come to haunt them in futures to come, except what future would it bring. A Lone and mysterious missile came down on the source of the river. Various agents of anthrax found new hosts in plants, animals, and farmers of the area. The Anthrax flowed through the water, through houses, and through irrigations all the way down the river. The attack was invisible to those in the three cities. The warfare was silent, death was silent, and so their lives and spirits went away. The anthrax was thriving, flowing, and surviving. Every piece of bread, glass of water, fruit, vegetable, herb, tree, animal, human, etc. held the virus. This didn’t just threaten them but it threatened their Export Partners and people throughout Moacia. In a single week almost 2 million along the river had already died from the deadly attack and the problem was there would be more.
Radiation Symbol- Nuclear Power Plant
Biological Sign/Shaded Green- Infection Zones
Transparent Triangles- Secret Bases under Iseltov
Ship- Vendecci's Captured Ship
