=>[META] War Room

[thyPOPE]

Royal base built
[2,3] old hemisect asylum
durability: 3  

[Hivestuck]

CEASEFIRE

A whisper amongst the trees tells rebel trolls to return to the Wooded Sanctuary, while a blaring command instructs royalists to return to the Coastal Base. The fighting has ceased momentarily so that each side may attend to their wounded.

From the course of the battle, it is clear that both sides are evenly matched in spirit. While the royalists outnumber the rebels significantly, the hard-fought battle was certainly not in vain. Captain Puchen herself has reportedly been active during the day, finding sleep elusive over the threat of the rebels.

What was supposed to be a construction project has fallen into messy conflict. Young trolls have been pushed into their first taste of war through the ill-advised conversion of the restoration of Old Hemisect into a temporary ousting of the rebels, and a great price has been paid for the rebellion's counter-attack.

However, although the rebel threat was severely underestimated, the royalists regained and held their ground. The fate of both sides is yet to be seen.

At this time, the mechanics of the territory game have ceased. Trolls can continue to post and roll in the training ORPs until 12:00 PM PST of the 27th, when the final phase of the meta will begin. Trolls are welcome to keep RPing in team threads until the event is over.  

[Hivestuck]

“You just wouldn’t give up, would you? Oooh, no… No, no. You have to keep making a big show of things to undermine me. I see what you’re doing here. You’re trying to show big mommy Regina that you mean serious business, don’t you. Try to usurp me…” Puchen was muttering. Daytime, and the presence of chucklevoodoos when she had dozed off at her desk, was taking a toll on her.

The rebel threat was completely unexpected. Well, not completely. Sure, there were some rebels. They were of piddling nature and force. Then why, why had they put up such a fight? Iluard – tch, the insubordinate fool – had instructed her to calm down. The rebels were falling behind, and soon they’d run out of steam. But no. If this conflict lasted any longer, questions would be asked. Mapuye laced her fingers together and rested her elbows on her desk. Utilizing the construction volunteers was too slow. They were not prepared for any kind of fighting, as she had feared. Very few rebels were taken out under her watch, and in fact the city was in worse shape than when she had found it. She was going backwards, and it was showing. She narrowed her eyes. Sleep was taking over. She had to refocus. There were too many loose ends: the construction project failing, its awkward conversion into a militaristic expedition, temporary enlistment of children for gog’s sake, the fact that the rebels were… They were… An actual threat? That, above all things, made her blood broil with rage. They had to be stopped. Before anything else. The leader had to be found, and destroyed.

“Rebels…” she hissed. A particularly skilled intelligence troll had delivered her an insignia earlier – a piece of fabric torn from a black, hemo-anonymous uniform. “The Phoenix Initiative…”

It was a hilarious joke. Wingbeasts rising from the flames, reborn. But this time, the more she bore down on them with fire, the more they dwindled. It was poetic. Wiping them off of Alternia would be worth destroying the whole city.

Mapuye’s eyes widened in sudden jolting awakeness. That was it. She snarled and removed herself from her desk, twirling to retrieve her coat from the wall. It was too late for Mapuye to think about consequences, now – she was hyperfocused. A sharp cackle released from her throat and she grabbed her walkie talkie.

“This is Captain Puchen. Everyone return to the Coastal Base, immediately. Ceasefire at once. Return to the base. This is an order.”

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