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Before Nestorius and Hairini could get a word out, Lykidis and Antecheirinidis jumped towards the family. Despite them not being the Imperial branch, impressing them could be their best chance at possibly getting the nomination for the Dalmatian governorship.

"Oh great Doukai, what an honor it is to meet you-" the two began before being pulled back by the others. Onobanjo, having worked with Lykidis the longest in his time with the group, tells him to cut it with this crap. The two begin to argue, as the other hellenized families join in the arguing. Soon, the entirety of the Aeteorean governorship sans Nestorius and Hairini has begun arguing. Nestorius walks to the car with the young woman in it.

"I apologize for this. Those two are a bit...... rambunctious, when it comes to those higher in power. Do you possibly have some place where they can stay while we get this over with?" he asked, as Hairini approached next to him. The two seem ready to take a seat, as long as something is done with the others.
 
Durakis Habsburg- Palaiologos V has arrived. The Habsburg- Palaiologos branch has triumphed over its opponents and successfully taken the Palaiologos family legacy. Nicaea is under the firm control of Durakis V. It is said that he is a socialist but it is, of yet, unknown what his opinion is of the rebellion.
- Report from the Palaiologos family spokesman
 
((Oh, this'll be fun.))
Julius was pretty much screwed at this point. No ammo, broken sword, and surrounded by reactionary F***heads. But one does not simply kill a angry Julius Marco. "You're coming with us, Imperial Scum!" said one of the rebels.
Then Julius began to laugh. The kind of laugh that sounds absolutely bloody terrifying but you can't run away. "ehehehehhahaAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"
Julius didn't really care anymore. All he could see was red, and reactionary scum. HE leaped forward and punched the first rebel so hard his hand went through the rebels head. Then the next one had his neck ripped off. The same happened with rest of the rebels. They didn't stand a chance. Julius was basically a pissed of tank.
"and THAT -pant- is why -pant- You DONT MESS WITH EMPIRE!"
Julius ran off into the hallways to find Ioannes and the others.
 
((zen, everyone can agree that writer's block can be quite the issue, and everyone can also agree that for some people, summer can be quite a busy period for them. However, something everyone can agree on is that this entire arc hinges on your activity and your frequency. Are we going to continue this pattern of waiting for someone to post every four days? When will Idhrendur be able to continue? You have to at least admit some validness in what I'm saying here.))
 
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((I'll try to help.))
Julius Marco STREAMED into the halls.The rebels were cut down, and Julius got a new gun with full ammo. Then he reached the biggest room in the building.
Inside said room was Tsoukalos.
Julius stared at Tsoukalos.
Tsoukalos stared at julius.
"Quack quack, motherf***er." Julius said. Thus began an epic duel that would be known through the centuries as "SWEET JESUS MARCO IS PISSED."
Tsoukalos had some advanced training, but Julius had done something quite different. For most of his life he has duelled 2 opponents at 7:00 in the morning every day, and since then has become a master of the sword. He had a gun,but then again, Julius wanted to make Tsoukalos BURN. In and out, fortune swinging, until Tsoukalos got a lucky shot that destabilised Julius, sending him to the ground. "END OF THE LINE!" Tsoukalos screamed. he lunged his sword at Julius's head, then something completely random happened.
The sword BROKE on contact with Julius's head.
"WHAT?" tsoukalos shouted.
Then another completely random thing happened.
In front of julius appeared the spirit of JULIUS CAESAR.
"Kill this pathetic excuse of life Marco."
"with pleasure, my emperor."
"Please, call me Julius. See you in heaven!"
"eh- ho- wha-" Tsoukalos wasn't expecting THAT of all things.
*cracks knuckles* "meet TIE Sarah, and TIE Gabriel...."
((What happens next is a tad too graphic, but let's just say the xenomorphs would be proud of Julius right now.))
 
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(( Let's work towards a conclusion. I'm impatient to play some more. ))

***** To General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****
DID YOU RECEIVE THE MESSAGE WE DID QUERY
THE REBELS BELIEVE WE WOULD TURN BECAUSE THEY HOLD THE CITY FOR NOW STOP
BLASTED FOOLS STOP
THEY DO NOT UNDERTAND WHAT BINDS TOGETHER THE EMPIRE STOP
THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND LOYALTY STOP
THEIR IDEOLOGY BLINDS THEM TO ANYTHING ELSE STOP
***** General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****

***** To General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****
WE ALSO RECEIVED MESSAGE STOP
FOOLS THEY MAY BE BUT THIS WAS A WELL EXECUTED SURPRISE ATTACK STOP
THE GARRISION WAS CAUGHT BE SURPRISE AND REMOVED STOP
QUERY IS THE EMPEROR SECURE STOP
***** General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****

***** To General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****
YES HE IS SECURE AND SAFE STOP
WE HAVE SENT OUR EXPERIMENTAL FIGHTERS TO DRIVE OFF THE AIRSHIPS STOP
DESTROYED ONE STOP NOW FIGHTING ENEMY FIGHTERS STOP
REPORT LOCAL FORCES ENGAGING REBELS ON GROUND STOP
***** General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****

***** To General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****
SENDING MODIFIED ARTILLERY TO DESTROY REMAINING AIRSHIPS STOP
IF POSSIBLE ORDER FIGHTERS TO DRIVE THEM OVER THE HORN STOP
HOW WERE FIGHTER MUNITIONS ABLE TO DESTROY AN AIRSHIP QUERY
***** General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****

***** To General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****
LUCKY HIT ON ENGINE CAUSED EXPLOSION STOP
CREATED LARGE LEAK THEN IGNITED IT STOP
PLAN FOR GETTING ARTILLERY OVER WALLS QUERY
TOO STRONGLY OCCUPIED FOR LISFTING OVER STOP
DESTRUCTION OF WALLS TOO TIME CONSUMING STOP
***** General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****

***** To General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****
NOT GOING OVER WALLS STOP
USING THE RAILWAY TUNNEL UNDERNEATH STOP
ANY WORD ON SENATORS QUERY
***** General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****

***** To General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****
THE RAIL TUNNEL WILL BE DEFENDED STOP
IT WILL BE A DEATH TRAP STOP
MOST SENATORS SECURED BY BROWN WATER NAVY STOP
***** General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****

***** To General Tzavelas, Expeditionary Army, Üsküdar *****
YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES WITH EXPERIMENTAL FORCES STOP
ARMORED TRAIN TO ARRIVE ANY MOMENT STOP
***** General Hatzianestis, Scholai Palatinae, Thrace *****
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At the Theodosian walls, a small rebel detachment pointed their machine gun down the rail tunnel passing under the walls. This was the easiest point to defend, so the handful of men did not worry at their isolation. Especially with the small artillery piece on the walls to blast any trains. Only men would have the chance to come through the tunnel, and the machine gun would rip them to shreds.
After being on post a while, they did hear a train coming. The gun on the walls roared, and they cheered despite the temporary deafness. They gathered round the machine gun with spare ammunition, in case a large assault followed. They had only a moment to register the incoming mass before they all died.
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On the inside of the walls, an armored train squealed to a halt. A voice rang over the loudspeakers inside.
“Men! Time to detrain! First infantry, clear the walls! Second infantry, secure Blachernae! First artillery, the train will move to give you firing solution on the airships. Third infantry, you’ll secure the Great Palace. Stay on the train until it stops, that’ll be faster than running! Everyone else, drop four squads every block and begin clearing the city of rebels!”

((
For reference (with pictures!): https://www.reddit.com/r/AskHistorians/comments/28gr18/what_is_the_point_of_armored_trains/
Also this: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskHistori...here_any_examples_of_airshiptoairship_combat/
))
 
((YAY! The queen of cities will soon be in the right hands of the empire!))
 
((Will post an update sometime in the next half hour to hour, sorry for the delay again. Then if I don't post more feel free to wrap it up on your own. Just need to get a few points down.))
 
((Will post an update sometime in the next half hour to hour, sorry for the delay again. Then if I don't post more feel free to wrap it up on your own. Just need to get a few points down.))

(( No worries! Wanted to give you some resources, as I wasn't entirely sure which plot threads you still needed to wrap up. ))
 
((Still need to finish Theodora's sword fight and kill Tsoukalos, among other things.))

((Tsoukalos))

"Sir," said a rebel, "The reactionaries have breached the outer defenses and routed our forces. They outnumber us by a significant margin. What are your orders?"

"We cannot hold the city forever," replied Tsoukalos, "But if we cannot keep this city, we will deny it to them. Burn everything. Slaughter everyone of importance. Make sure that they will be reeling for years to come."

The rebel nodded and relayed the order to the other divisions. All over the city, those rebels not engaging the Scholai Palatinae prepared their rifles, flamethrowers, and gas canisters. When the legions fought their way into the downtown, aided by marines who had landed from the ships in the harbor district, thy found nothing but a charred hulk of a city. 75% of everyone with more than a basic secondary school education was dead, their bodies mutilated and strung up on lights and ramparts. 90% of the clergy were dead, including every patriarch still in the city and the Ecumenical Patriarch. 95% of all government employees, bureaucrats, politicians, and nobles were dead. 80% of all books and works of art were burned; another 10% were carried off as loot. As the rebels retreated or were cut down, they left behind empty wastelands in what was once the heart of the Empire.

Tsoukalos turned around and saw Julius Marco there, gun in hand....

((After the duel))

"Kill this pathetic excuse of life, Marco," said who appeared to be Julius Caesar.

"With pleasure, my emperor," said Julius.

Julius's eyes cleared up, and he realized that the "spirit" was actually the Emperor Michael, holding a sword.

"Wait!" Tsoukalos shouted as both men raised their swords.

"Why should I hold off from killing you, communist scum?" Julius taunted.

"Because you are a communist sleeper agent, tasked with killing the Emperor."

Julius looked confused. "I don't believe that."

He and the Emperor brutally took down the rebel leader.

((Will continue later, RL is still hitting me in the face.))
 
((Sorry for yet another delay, I'm currently on a week-long vacation but here's the next part. Feel free to post your own IC without waiting for another of mine, because this is likely my last one on the situation.))

((Constantinople))

Much of the former Queen of Cities was now in ruins or up in flames as the Scholai Palatinae assaulted the rebels entrenched inside. With every battle the rebels were driven back, but not before immense casualties had been inflicted on both the legions and the city itself. Bombs hidden in every other building and street claimed dozens of lives, killing soldiers and civilians indiscriminately. Mass deployment of chemical weapons left entire districts and neighborhoods utterly empty. Rebels frequently held civilians hostage as human shields and gassed those they left behind. Museums were demolished with soldiers, civilians, and even fellow rebels still inside. Churches and schools suffered a similar fate. Plumes of smoke rose from the dozens of bonfires where rebels threw priceless books and paintings to the roaring flames before destroying the empty libraries. Blueprints and research notes were raided and looted by the rebels to be brought back to France; the rest were burned. As the legions advanced and cut off the rebels from their supplies, the communists grew more desperate. They began shooting any civilians they encountered. Bodies of men, women, and children of all ages and walks of life were strung up on the streetlights.

Finally, the legions pushed into the city center, surrounding what remained of the rebel armies in the ruins of Hagia Sophia. While the majority of the rebels immediately threw down their weapons and surrendered to the imperial forces, their commander had other ideas and detonated a series of hidden land mines under the square, killing every rebel and many of the soldiers. Many more were wounded.

The Athenian Lancers were largely unharmed by this last act of defiance. Their commander, Colonel Kyrillos Melissenos, barked some orders at his men, who rushed over to where the red flag of the Union of Rome fluttered in the middle of the square. They pulled down the rebel flag and hoisted up the imperial eagle insignia as Melissenos saluted for the cameras. He hoped this would make for a great propaganda photo.

Meanwhile, Major Petros Laskaris inspected the nearby wreckage of one of the rebel airships. He noticed something that seemed out of place and moved in closer to take a look. Upon further inspection he saw that it was an arm, which though significantly burned was still clothed in an imperial uniform that stood out from the red uniforms of the rebels. He dug out the body the arm was connected to and inspected the name printed on the uniform:

"THEODOROS LASKARIS."

"My god," he muttered, making the sign of the cross. He stared into the empty eyes of his brother, whom he had last seen boarding the Empress Veronica for the raid into France several months ago. "No, this is not happening!"

He fell to his knees, overwhelmed by what he saw. The city he grew up in was destroyed. His brother, who had likely been captured by the communists, had been killed with them. He had lost too much. Tears streamed out of his eyes. "WHHYYYYYY?!!!!" he screamed skyward. "WHY?!"

One cameraman noticed Laskaris and repositioned his camera. He captured one photograph of the major on his knees, his back facing the camera, his dead brother in his arms, the devastation of Constantinople surrounding him. When the photo was developed and published in all major newspapers weeks later with the caption "Lest we forget," it would quickly become the most recognized symbol of the war. It would anger a people divided by ideology, nationality, and class. It would wake them up to the greater threat that was tearing the Empire apart. It would unite them in their anger and their rage and their suffering into one people, one nation. No longer would they consider themselves Greeks, Hispanians, Italians, or French. They were all Romans. And they would fight against anything that threatened their Empire.

((Blachernae))

Ioannes kicked down a door and raised his pistol. "Tsoukalos! I know you're in here!" he shouted. "Prepare to--oh."

Tsoukalos lay facedown on the floor in a pool of blood. His body was horribly mangled and torn up. Standing over him was Julius...and the Emperor.

"Don't look at Us," said the Emperor, "He did most of the work."

"Um..." said John-Loukas. "Eh...well done, Julius. You've killed the leader of the rebels. And we've handled everybody else in the palace."

"Your Majesty, how did you escape the gas attack on your bunker?" said Ioannes. "I thought they got every entrance and exit covered."

"There was a secret entrance that only We and a few select others know about," said the Emperor, "We escaped through there, and We decided to come back and help defeat the rebel scum. The legions have entered the city. The rebels are in full retreat. It is only a matter of time before Constantinople is fully liberated."

"That's good to hear," said Julius.

"Hey, what about Theodora?" asked Ioannes. "What happened to her?"

"That, We do not know..." said the Emperor.

Suddenly, another door was kicked down, and Theodora stormed into the room, dragging an unconscious Niketas Doukas behind her. Her robes were bloody and torn, and her hair was wild and messy. Her right hand clutched a bloody sword tightly. Her eyes were still blazing with fire.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," she said, bowing as well as she could with one hand dragging Niketas and the other one holding a sword, "I have apprehended my brother, who was brainwashed by the rebels. He was a worthy opponent, but I ultimately defeated him."

She dropped Niketas on the floor. "He is not seriously wounded aside from the hit to the head I inflicted on him, but he will take a while to recover, not counting the time it takes for him to overcome the rebel brainwashing. Are you in need of any assistance?"

((Athens))

Hairini, Nestorius, and the other senators stepped inside Theodora's moderate-sized mansion, which was decorated with some paintings and ancient Hellenic statues. The cleanliness and order of the estate contrasted dramatically with the destruction and the chaos of Constantinople. Hairini did not believe she was seeing what she was seeing for a moment. After all she had gone through...did she really deserve to be here while thousands of innocent civilians were butchered by the rebels?

Nestorius noticed Hairini's discomfort. "It's okay," he said, taking her hand, "I feel the same way."

"You don't understand!" she said, recoiling from Nestorius's touch. "Why did they all have to die? Why didn't we do more to help? Why did we flee like cowards?!"

"Hairini, we did what we had to do," replied Nestorius, "It's over now."

"Yes, it's over, and thousands are dead, and we're standing in this huge empty mansion like we don't give a frak about them!" she screamed, tears flying from her eyes.

"Calm down," said Nestorius, "Let's take a walk."

They exited the house and walked through the small garden and park in the back. The sun's gentle light beat down on them. Birds chirped in the trees. Bees buzzed through the air, fluttering from flower to flower. The top of the Acropolis and the Parthenon on it loomed overhead, basking half of the garden in shadow. It was a very calming sight.

"Theodora's sister-in-law said that this was all planted and grown by Theodora's father," said Nestorius, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," replied Hairini, "But how will this make up for what happened back there?"

"It won't," said Nestorius, "But it'll help you cope with it and overcome it."

She nodded. "I hope they're okay."

A senator rushed out of the building. "Senator Nestorius!" he shouted. "We've got a message from the capital!"

"What does it say?" asked Hairini, suddenly interested.

"The rebels have been defeated! The city's been saved!"

((Rebel-occupied Italia))

Lombardi sipped some fine Italian wine as he sat in a chair in the former Favero estate. He had made many significant upgrades to the estate since acquiring it a while, and he considered it one of his best moves as the Prince of Italia (his coronation as King of Italy would be in a month). As the old estate had been ruined by the heavy fighting between the imperials and his Lombard Liberation Legion during the liberation of Venice, he had the most damaged parts (about 70% of the entire estate) torn down and replaced with new buildings, each built according to his own designs. He fashioned himself as a successor to the great artists of Renaissance Italy, such as da Vinci and Michaelangelo. Statues of himself as the perfect Italian man were put up everywhere, and paintings of his face were hung in every room. Phrases in Lombard and Italian, taken from Italian nationalist sources and from quotes his assistants had collected over his time as Prince of Italy, were engraved in all doorways. The flags of the Kingdom of Italy, which bore his family's crest in addition to the red-white-green tricolor of Italy, fluttered in the wind over the estate.

"Your Majesty," said a servant, "You have a visitor."

"If it is that Donatello, remind him that trespassing on my vacation home is punishable by death," replied Lombardi, without turning around.

"It's not him, sir, it's one of your men from the Ministry of Intelligence."

Lombardi put down his wine. "What does he want?"

"He's brought news of the communist attack on Constantinople. The Empire has recovered the city, but it's been severely crippled in the process. He wishes that we issue a declaration of war while they are still weak to drive them out of all Italy and Illyricum for good and to expand our glorious Kingdom."

"Send him in."

((Can we have the truce with Italy canceled and war resumed?))

((Paris - Workers' Commonwealth HQ))

"So, it appears that the attack on Constantinople was a failure."

"I do not believe so."

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, it is a tactical defeat. Our men have been destroyed and driven out of the city. But it is a very costly victory for the reactionaries, a Pyrrhic one. They have lost their most important city. They have lost many of their bureaucrats, their politicians, their generals, their precious capitalists, their citizens, and their educators and scientists. We have dealt a very severe blow right at the heart of the Empire. The psychological impact on them is manyfold. Their citizens will ask many questions. First, how? How did the 'rebel scum' get the manpower and the capabilities to not only strike the capital, but also inflict severe damage on it? Next, why? Why were we so successful? Then, who? Who is responsible for this incident? Finally, what? What should be done? I would think that even though the Empire has retaken its capital, its legitimacy and strength have been greatly reduced. Its citizens want answers to why their government has betrayed them today. I daresay that we might have started a revolution in the Empire. If the government we imposed on them didn't work out, maybe they should create their own..."

"Interesting words, sir. Any new orders?"

"We must redouble our efforts to fight the Empire conventionally, on our terms, in our own territory. They will be reeling from the damage to Constantinople and to the people for years to come, and we must take advantage of that. Tell the troops to begin another offensive against the imperials at once."

"Yes, sir."

((Somewhere in Central Asia))

The screams were growing louder and louder, despite the fact that she had covered her ears tightly. She saw flashes of light in front of her. Explosions. People running. Buildings falling apart. Things going up in flames. Horrible machines on the ground and at sea and in the air, shooting and firing and dropping death from all directions. Governments falling, emperors and monarchs deposed, red banners rising and falling, chaos and violence engulfing the world...

Kira woke up in her bed, suddenly startled by the silence and darkness of her room at night. The dreams were getting more frequent recently, interfering with her sleep. Luckily they didn't interfere with her ability yet...

The Cult was making more demands of her. Ignatiev had convinced the High Priesthood that she was the most accurate dreamer in the entire Cult, shoving more responsibility upon her. She knew that the High Priesthood was concerned by what she saw. They wanted to make sure that their actions were leading to the ultimate goal, to the satisfaction of Chernobog by global war. So far He was probably satisfied.

She wasn't really that religious, let alone a devout Cultist. She had been taken from her family at a young age and forced into this lifestyle when her abilities manifested. She hardly remembered her parents either. Sometimes she wished that she could live a free life, not restrained by the hierarchy and bureaucracy of the Cult. But until the war calmed down, at least in Persia and Mesopotamia so that she could get across the borders into the Empire, she could not escape. And Ignatiev was watching her. He would not let his most prized dreamer escape so easily...

Kira rolled over and went back to sleep. Again the visions came back. Strangely, these visions were not as violent as the previous ones. She saw a man saluting as the imperial eagle flag was raised in a ruined city square. She saw an imperial soldier on his knees, grieving as he carried his brother's body in his arms. She saw the emperor of the Romans standing over a body lying in a pool of blood, flanked by three men dressed in senatorial robes and military uniforms. She saw a woman in senatorial robes standing, a sword in her hand, another unconscious man lying before her. She saw a group of senators sitting in an empty mansion, waiting around for news. She saw planes and ships soaring through the clouds and steaming through the seas, heading towards the capital as armies marched over land. She saw Constantinople in all of its glory from the air. The fires were being put out already, and the rebel banners were being torn down. How she could interpret all of these images was beyond her; it just felt natural.

As the images faded away and Kira drifted off to a more peaceful sleep, one thought lingered in her conscious mind. She instinctively formed words out of it, eight words that stubbornly refused to go away despite her attempts to go to sleep. Eight words that would chill her to the core:

"This is not the end. Only the beginning."
 
Hearing Nestorius' request, the Doukai noble quickly called someone to lead his subordinates to a hotel. Lykidis and Antecheirinidis demanded to know where they were being taken, at which point everyone else demanded someone gag the two. With the others dealt with, Nestorius and Hairini entered the car. During the drive to the mansion, they would come to find out that the noble was Theodora's sister-in-law. ((I assume that's supposed to be her.)) Nestorius began asking a few questions about the mansion, while Hairini looked out the car window, feeling just a tad discomforted. Whether it was because of the events that have happened, or because of something else, even she wasn't so sure.

Soon, they arrived at Theodora's mansion. A moderately-sized place, stepping inside along with the other senators, they saw some decor consisting of some paintings and ancient Hellenic statues. The entire estate seemed like such a stark contrast to the remains of Constantinople. Hairini's discomfort continued, as they walked through the halls of the mansion. While she was at awe at everything she was seeing, she wondered if she even had the right to be here while chaos continued in the capital. Nestorius soon caught on.

"It's okay," he said, as he attempted to take her hand, "I feel the same way."

"You don't understand!" she said, recoiling away from Nestorius. "Why did they all have to die? Why didn't we do more to help? Why did we flee like cowards?!"

"Hairini, we did what we had to do," replied Nestorius, "It's over now."

"Yes, it's over, and thousands are dead, and we're standing in this huge empty mansion like we don't give a pōkokohua about them!" she screamed, fighting back tears from her eyes while doing so. Nestorius looked distressed. He hadn't seen such emotions from Hairini before.

"Please calm down, Cyrene," said Nestorius in a calmer tone, "Here, let's take a walk."

They exited the house and walked through the small garden and park in the back. The sun's gentle light beat down on them. Birds chirped in the trees. Bees buzzed through the air, fluttering from flower to flower. The top of the Acropolis and the Parthenon on it loomed overhead, basking half of the garden in shadow. It was a very calming sight.

"When we were driving here, Theodora's sister-in-law told me that this was all planted and grown by Theodora's father," said Nestorius, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," replied Hairini, "But how will this make up for what happened back there, Nestor?"

"It won't," said Nestorius, "Nothing can make up for what happened, but this will help you cope with it and overcome it."

She nodded. "I hope they're okay," to which Nestorius replied with his own nod.

Suddenly, a senator rushed out of the building. "Senator Nestorius!" he shouted. "We've got a message from the capital!"

"What does it say?" asked Hairini, suddenly interested.

"The rebels have been defeated! The city's been saved!"

The two jumped in shock. It only felt like they were just there, chaos brewing, and it was already over. Hairini covered her mouth, shedding tears of joy. Nestorius wrapped his arms around her, and attempted not to cry himself. He failed. After a minute or so of crying, they asked the senator to lead them to the others.
 
((I'm also thinking that accounts of the destruction of the Queen of Cities might be somewhat overstated.))
 
((It's a bit early in the year for the Prince of Italy to be staying at his September home. :p))
((Maybe he reconsidered, designating it a catch-all vacation home rather than a special September home just to spite Donatello some more.:D))
((I'm also thinking that accounts of the destruction of the Queen of Cities might be somewhat overstated.))
((Well, I wanted to destroy as much of the city as I could so that the Empire could be as nerfed as possible without breaking immersion.))
 
(( I'll try and do a final summary of these events soon, followed by an update for June 1911. After that, I'll probably have a longer in-game time between updates.

I need to write everything (including revising the existing June 1911 update), though, and I'm actually somewhat busy the next couple of days. Including with some job interviews, thank goodness. ))
 
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(( I'll try and do a final summary of these events soon, followed by an update for June 1911. After that, I'll probably have a longer in-game time between updates.

I need to write everything (including revising the existing June 1911 update), though, and I'm actually somewhat busy the next couple of days. Including with some job interviews, thank goodness. ))

Good luck with the latter. Take your time.
 
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(( I'll try and do a final summary of these events soon, followed by an update for June 1911. After that, I'll probably have a longer in-game time between updates.

I need to write everything (including revising the existing June 1911 update), though, and I'm actually somewhat busy the next couple of days. Including with some job interviews, thank goodness. ))
((Good luck!))