Prince Alexander Herald von Triesenberg was the fourth prince of the Empire of Triesenberg who was banished from the Empire of Triesenberg for the crime that he didn’t commit. On their way to the island where he would be banished, a powerful storm swept through and sank the ship. Alexander drowned and at the moment, he thought he died from drowning. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the shore of a sandy beach and a floating interface before his eyes.
The Valorian Naval Fleet, under the command of John Ellis, Commander of the Home Fleet, maintained a calculated pace as they advanced toward the Triesenberg forces. This wasn't just a routine operation, and Ellis knew it. With the Valorian government watching closely, every decision mattered.
Ellis stood on the bridge of the VNS Titan Battleship, surveying the horizon where the Triesenberg fleet hovered just beyond Valorian waters. The situation was tense, but it had not yet escalated into conflict. His orders were clear: respond, but do not provoke.
"Status on their position?" Ellis asked, his eyes still fixed on the distant ships.
"Still holding just beyond the border, sir," the radar officer replied. "They haven't moved any closer, but they aren't pulling back either."
Ellis nodded. "Keep a close watch. I want updates every five minutes."