[hr][center][img]https://snappygoat.com/b/46d64bdda686fafbab29233e6e986f5a8e717388[/img][/center][hr][sub][color=FDAD07][b]Windsor, Integrated Republic of Detroit[/b][/color][/sub]

[indent]“Mr. Pendergast, thank you for being so quick in coming to Windsor. As you can tell, the situation here in the Republic is dire.”

President Traowski’s eyes remained fixed on the Detroit River, the hue of the flames set by the cultist warband reflecting in the cold night. Traowski had kept thinking back to every sleight that had been done in the long weeks that preceded the current predicament. It was her burden to bear to restore Detroit and to expel the cultist presence that was plaguing the streets of the motor city. She finally turned, hands still tucked behind her back, and faced the ambassador, though he had no such official title recognized by the republic. Maybe that was something that would have to change.

“Treachery and Fanaticism has won a major victory in Detroit, but it’s only a temporary one. I was told by my support staff that you are the man to talk to if I want to take Detroit back with the Brotherhood’s support. Is that true?”

“At the moment I am not in communication with the leadership of our order”, Pendergast replied, “but I can say that the Lord-Paladin, and our Legion Allies, are prepared to offer whatever support is necessary to ensure the survival of the Republic. In fact, aid is already on the way.”

Pendergast’s words weren’t exactly what Traowski wanted to hear, but she supposed they were better than having nothing. That aside, she didn’t have a lot of time to wait on the Brotherhood and whatever “allies” they could promise to the republic. She supposed inevitable reinforcements and relief forces were better than having none at all, but she really wished she had more than cryptic promises. Crossing the Ambassador Bridge as soon as possible was ideal. The citizens of Detroit may have been as fierce as they were proud, but they were also outnumbered by a ruthless, vicious enemy that gave them no quarter and burned their livelihood for sheer entertainment. 

“And how long will that be?” She remarked in a no-nonsense tone.

“About eighteen hours. Your people at Point Edward will see them a couple hours before that.” There was a slight pause as Pendergast seemed to recall some information. “Another force should be heading down the Ohio River. I'm sure Commodore Lockwood has been in contact with Administrator Jones by now. There are more, but I do not have the up-to-date information. Commodore Hackett, when he arrives, would likely have more current information.”

“I see. I guess I’ll have to see what your Commodore Hackett has to say about the situation. I’ve already started to mobilize the Republican military, so I have some time before I can even begin to take my city back.” The President uttered before politely dismissing the ambassador from the impromptu command center as she was left to her thoughts while she waited for both the republic and the brotherhood to mobilize. It would be a weird sight – the Brotherhood working shoulder-to-shoulder with the Republic, but she supposed stranger things had happened in America’s history. 

But Detroit was more important than anything else. The rest would come later.
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