[center][h1][u][b]The Kalpian Republic L1899[/b][/u][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KjQh0O1.png[/img] [/center] [center] [u][b]The Grunewalde Crew[/b][/u] [/center] [center] [u][b]The 62th Brigade and Jovington[/b][/u] [/center] The smell of sea was something that the men of the 62th weren't used to or expected to , they had all their lives grown use to the idea that Kalpian Republic was a nation that was focused on protecting their own from the monarchies that could be found all around the continent, to protect their right to vote and the rights and responsabilities that came with it. Yet, they were here on route to a foreign nation that they knew little and had less than a year ago, didn't even have to care about. Most of the 62th was composed by soldiers from the north of Kalpia, most from Liubeth proper that had joined the army as young and had stayed for the pay, a pay that less than a year ago , they didn't see very often. Yet, they were all loyal to the republic and their knew that they could beat any other army in the world if it came to it, what they didn't knew was that what would defeat them wasn't an army or the enemy soldiers, but rather the cold and hunger that they weren't used to, but that was still weeks from happening. The soldiers would write and speak, some of them were enthusiastic to finally see war and serve their country in the profession that they had choosen, smiles and jokes were common in the transport ships that would transport most of them to their deaths. This was as small as it was would give the chance for some to rise in the ranks, something that so far required connections and money, something that many didn't have , between those who wanted to rise in the ranks was the brigadier general Kazimierz Bernhard Freund , very well known by his soldiers as someone who's leadership and charisma covered many of his faults as a man or officer. Whatever would happen next would be the moment of Kazimierz, it had to be... [center] [u][b]The Grunewalde Crew[/b][/u] [/center] The Grunewalde submarine, named after one of the ancient gods of Kalpian mythology had a crew full of young men, most of them who had just joined the Navy as an easy way to get money with easy discipline and without the risk of being sent to war, although, that last part wouldn't come true. War was here and they would be sent to do their job in the inner sea, they would protect Kalpia from the madness of the Zellonian King! or that was what the President said to them at his speech in Liubeth. Some of them really felt that they were doing something for the nation...for a couple of hours. Then some of them started to worry, it was war, a sea war, one of the weakest navies of the Great Powers against a navy bigger and more powerful than them, there was no chance for them to win or at least that's what mosts of them thought about their chances to live in such a war. The next day the crew of the Grunewalde prepared for their first real mission, their debriefing was short and simple, they would hit any Zellonian ship they found in the inner sea and they would do so. They really hoped that the Zellonians wouldn't find them because if that happened it was end game. [center] [u][b]The Last Mission[/b][/u] Brigadier General Larenz was smoking a cigarette in the middle of the night. Along with his soldiers, it had been less than a day since they were at sea and now they were closing into Zellonia's capital, the news of the war were unpromising and the plan formulated by the General Staff that was his to carry out, was supposed to end the war and relieve the soldiers in Jovington, save the lives of the Osladians to the west and finally end the war. The piece of paper that would do the job was in a special case, in order to protect it from water and the weather, it was heavy sure but it was also made to last. It had to , more risks would mean defeat. [/center]