The Anthanian Saga

[halocon720]

Hello KSP Forumites! I’m Halocon720, the reckless advertiser for the KSP Roleplay forum. This story is actually based off of actual events that went down (and are still going down) on that forum, in a thread called the Battle of Anthania and Abantor. It takes place in the RP’s Empire of Angvarden, situated in that southern archipelago. The interviewees are from my nation (Republic of Aldan), another nation made by one Mobius (Usea) and, of course, from Hellorp’s nation Angvarden. There’s conspiracy, hostage rescues, rebels, naval battles, spy planes (to come in the future), battleships, and RP history.

Buckle up!

(The story idea came from another RPer, Boggerm. I’m writing it for him.)

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Year: 82 AE (After Event)/1961 KC (Kalel Calendar)

Location: Anthania City, Anthania, Angvarden

Olyver Venne sat on a couch next to the three most important figures of the Anthanian Crisis: Aldanese now-Commodore Marcuz Yarena, Captain Kirb De Vico of the Usean destroyer UNS Cliffred, and High King Billsky III of Angvarden. They had all fought against the Anthanian rebel group United Anthania Independence Organization after an Aldanese cargo ship had been sunk and its companion ships captured. First to arrive was Marcuz, then a Colonel in the Advanced Special Attack Squadron (ASAS), investigating the sinking. Second was King Billsky, as he had been notified of the attacks soon after. Third was De Vico, who had been attacked by rebel ships off the coast. Olyver cleared his throat.

“Sirs, Your Highness, I’m here to interview you about the crisis last year and your actions in it. However, I’d like to bring in our fourth guest first.â€Â

A door opened, and in came Captain Ken Indreve, commander of the now-sunken freighter AMN Cornucopia, the first casualty of the conflict.

“How do you do? I think you all know why I’m here.â€Â

He sits down with the other three kerbs on the other couch.

"Alright, first off is Captain Indreve. How did this all begin?"

[Boggerm]

Clap clap clap

[halocon720]

"It all started last year. I was on my third ship, the Cornucopia, trying to get medical supplies and other necessities to the kerbs in the south, when I saw those ships."

Captain Ken Indreve had been in the Aldanese Merchant Navy for twenty years now. He was a seasoned mariner, and knew his way around a ship. That day, his mission was to captain the AMN Cornucopia and sail to Angvarden with a hold full of vital medical supplies, to be given to the poor kerbs whose lives had been affected by the nuclear strikes of last year. He sighed, then waddled back to the helm. That's when he saw the ships, seven of them. They looked to be older classes, around 40 years old by now. The first thing he noticed was their guns. Four of them also had antiquated torpedo tubes. But it was one, the largest, that caught his eye. He knew his Aldanese history, and he knew about the infamous Ararian War, when Aldan had lost its largest ship, the Lyonell. Could it be her? He radioed the other ships in his convoy, and attempted to hail the rogue convoy. "Unknown ships, this is the Aldanese Merchant Navy Cornucopia and her convoy. We mean no harm, we have no weapons, we just want to deliver our supplies to Angvarden to help the civilians in distress. How copy? Over." There was a pause, and then the radio crackled again. "This is the former RAV Unconquerable. Drop your anchors and surrender your cargo, and we will not fire upon you." Captain Indreve hesitated, thinking about the name. Then he realized-it was the Lyonell! She had been renamed Unconquerable after the war! "Unconquerable, we have no quarrel with yo-" He didn't have time to finish his sentence, as he was knocked unconscious by the impact of an 11-inch cannon shell.