Some 500 miles off the coast of New Jersey
Swimming beneath the thrashing waves of the unpredictable Atlantean local waterways, Meison descends to the pit of the ocean where even light couldn't penetrate. Holding Callisto's hand as a tether to her civility, the ever unpredictable princess obviously still as angered by the disregard of her sovereignty
'We will have our satisfaction sister, soon.' He speaks through telepathic sonar vibrations to his beautiful sister the Princess of the house of Calidus and the undisputedly strongest member of the Empire.Only her anger was
Touching the ground of the algae coated pure white sand of the ocean floor, luminescent wildlife pass by, opening their jaws in anticipation, only to turn their skeletal tails and skitter in the opposite direction both walking easily under the ridiculous pressurization towards the opening gates of the Imperial Palace. Guards in shining pearl and ethereal silver stand at unwavering attention bowing as the two pass. The Stuart and current in charge, in the King's Absence,Jagon Veritin kneels in their presence. "Sire....We are grateful for your return. " An air of disspaointment in his generic statement, The King not looking down, "Why are you not in the royal chamber. "
"Your father...he has, retired me from the throne and retaken his place. All hail King Brai-"
"Tt! I will to speak to my father in private. Ready the armada, call upon the Encantado and have them prepare for possible deployment. All colonies shall be alerted and readied, for war."
With a hidden smile the Stuart looks upwards with fear on his face "War,Sire? I knew the surface was in dire strains but ...very well.Your will be done. Hagren!" Troops follow Jagon towards the docking bays. Meison and Callisto treading speedily up the neon crystal derived elevation systems towards the Bed Chamber of the ridden former King. The doors are shoved open and break the marble like Pearl derived walls behind, "FATHER!! Do you realize how weak this makes me appear?!"
"You...forget yourself. I ruled this world long before you...I helped build that surface domain you and your sister try so assuredly *hack hack GAASP!*...to, decimate." An elder encantado stands quickly beside King Braison, dabbing him with neon fluids that begin to revert his over three hundred year old leathered skin to a more supple bronzish peach
Meison closes his eyes and inhales deeply, "Father. The fight amongst one another, they attempt to destroy themselves from within. It is like watching ravenous sharks in the pits of Ventada. They call it a civil war-"
The old King laughs with a bitter sweetness, "You mean as we did...only so many generations ago? As they did, only so many generations ago? ..I saw men fight one another on the land, over mere tone of skin."
Slamming his hand into the old writing desk of the first American president the warn front drawer falls off and splinter across the floor, "Now they fight against each other over something so petty as minute differences in physical ability!"
"And in my time, they fought over something as futile as power. As you do...now. I have called upon the other colonies. The Mami-wata...the Encantado, Mermaya...none will stand beside your ruling save the empire I no longer garner power over. This war will be a struggle, an even pitting of Sharks to lions. And the lions...rule the land. You will damn your people."
"No. I will not" His pristine jawline aches from it's clench, "We will fight until they see their errors, or we will take the surface and lead them to peace ourselves. They will destroy us ALL with their devastating machinations if we do not act first. The war begins to spread across the world. How much of that war do you think will be waged at sea father?" Callisto watches silently from the side, wanting this as much as Meison. Even as children they shared ideology and a level of commradarie most never believe past myth.
"If...that is what you believe...proceed. Know that this old, wise fool tried to sway you...when it all goes wrong...uhhh" The former king passes out from the strain of the night.
Picking up a conch shell shaped device with electronic circuitry illuminated on it's outer appearance, "Jagon. How long until we are readied."
"Impressive, how easily you managed to mount the armada..." Meison eyes the reciever skeptically, his seren face upturning at his thin lip
"It is my duty sire!"
"...Enter the bays of New york first. Proceed sout through the rivers of the Place known as New Jersey. Alert our Western flanks to Board from the pacific into the city of angels."
"It is too vast sire, our troops can not advance rapidly enough to gain a beach head"
"Hmph...release the krakens."
"But sire..." His voice was cold and callous but just enough acting ability induced the belief of empathy
"DO IT! Question me again, it will be the last mark you leave on this world."
Almost immediately after, along the shores of Los Angeles, New York, New Jersey, and Florida
The steel ships break the water line of the states, immediatelly firing cannons of blue and green plasma at the city fronts randomly, attempting desertion of the lining five miles. The ships were a technological marvel, their abilities only recently adapted and a mystery to most if not all of the surface and none below but the Royal Family and the technicians who operated them from within.
The war for supremacy begins.
OOC and RULES
This is open to any and everybody.
Nothing is limited,but If you need to ask yourself firs "should I ask him first...?" Then you do. As always I'm flexible.
You can not immediately destroy the Kraken ships. There's going to be abilities made aware within the next few posts, but they are vulnerable to being destroyed.
This war can go as many ways as a compass so don't feel limited, this is getting built by everyone involved, even I don't know how it's gonna end.
The Atlantean troops number around 40k and can be killed without attempt (Umen inspired and shout out to Big L bow)
ask questions if you need answers.