Holy War upon Final Frontier

[Metrice]

“Never changes does it? My good folk, would we sit idle as those that claim themselves righteous would destroy progress? This so-called Holy War will not be allowed to prevail. Synthetics, are still precious life. Fortune will not sit idly as our dreams are accosted by fools so lost in their zealotry.

 

So it must be, that I retire this long time of peace. Ready the fleet, prepare the Battalion, the very nature of our freedom is at stake. For all Sentionauts, and Animunculi. For the good sake of prosperity, we will not watch as Meranthe destroys a chance for a greater future.

 

Not this time.”

 
Long has the silence of the southern seas befell the mainland, longer still has it been since the navy has rallied. The Driftwood Battalion sails once more. The Frontier had been a valued part of the trade routes Fortune held. Close to three decades of prosperous relations. Such would not be forgotten, a call was given, and a call was answered.
 
The Sovereignty will no longer accept this silence. Not when something can be done, so the great warships are armed. The sailors are steeled, shipwrights hard at work ensuring there wouldn’t be the slightest fault in the grand fleet. Masts reinforced; hulls inspected- and cannons cleaned. They would be given sufficient medical supplies, rations, and munitions.
 
Fortune would bring the whole of its innovative skill, the armors of the Percipience were dawned. Their weapons, that of magi-tech- that of Fortune Alloy branded and polished. The gilded nation had purpose on this day, the evolution of man would not be stunted for the whimsy of religion.
 
Not again.