[center][b][h2][color=blueviolet]The Tyro-Redanian Empire[/color][/h2][/b]
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[color=blueviolet][b][i]"Unbowed and Unbroken"
1900[/i][/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[b][center]Captain Nicolas von Heimsoth[/CENTER][/B]

A naval officer whose career had been forged through steady ascension and the right marriage. Nicolas von Heimsoth gazed out across the sprawling docklands of Murat from the prow of the imperious [I]Kaiser Reinhard[/i], the armoured cruiser resting serenely upon crystal blue waters at it's moorings in the famed Murat harbour.

Nicolas had followed his father's footsteps in joining the Imperial and Royal Navy and had entered the naval academy at Tannersburg in 1885. Graduating 4 years later, it would take another 4 years following training service aboard various naval vessels before he would pass the final officer's examination in 1893. Later that year he would meet his wife, Rosa Reichenau. A women with strong ties and connections to prominent naval officials whom would ultimately be responsible for launching his career's ascension to the lofty heights of having his own command in 1899 over the armoured cruiser [i]SMS Kaiser Reinhard[/i]. 

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[i]Tyro-Redanian Naval Captain, Nicolas von Heimsoth donned in the dark blue double breasted frock coat of the Imperial and Royal Navy with his wife, Rosa Reichenau.[/i][/center]

It was from that vessel which Nicolas now looked out from. A vessel built for war, the large cruiser with it's heavy guns and thick steel plating stood prominently as the largest vessel within the harbour with the proud flag of the Empire fluttering above from tall masts. He observed as crew members and marines finished unloading crates of supplies and ammunition to waiting Sypians. 

[i]Negotiations had gone well.[/i] Nicolas thought as he took a drag from the cigarette held in his free hand, the other tucked within a pocket of his captain's frock coat adorned with golden epaulettes. 

The Captain's gaze turned towards the Veletian cruiser and destroyers sitting nearby, the Veletians had been here for a week before the arrival of the Kaiser or so he had been told by the locals, and yet they had achieved seemingly little. No doubt by now notices of internment had already been issued. For how long would the Veletians outstay their welcome now that they had lost this piece in the game, he wondered as he gazed upon the foreign warships, waves lapping lazily against their steel hulls.

The cigarette's smoke trail followed it's maker into the drink below as Nicolas turned and made his way towards the bridge to oversee the dispatch of a telegraph informing the capital and admiralty of his success. Sypia was theirs.