Amara's Plan
Amara stood on the balcony of the Citadel, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The Blackwood Empire had grown stronger than ever, but the other territories, the non-Blackwood regions, still posed a significant threat. They were free, ungoverned by her rule, and their actions, their movements, still held the potential to undermine everything she'd worked to establish.
But she wasn't just going to sit by and wait for another conflict. No, this time, she would make the first move.
Her decision had been made: it was time to intervene, but not through direct war. She would strike where it hurt, cripple their economy, and destabilize their infrastructure without a single shot being fired.
"Send in the units," she ordered coldly. "I want their supply routes intercepted. Block their major highways, seize their shipments. Take their resources, their ships, their cars—everything. They won't be able to function without their lifeblood."
The air was thick with the tension of anticipation. Her orders rippled through the ranks, reaching the Blackwood's elite forces. Amara's plan was swift, ruthless, and precise. She knew the value of control—of crippling the enemy economically before they even realized what was happening.
Amara's Operatives Move
By the time the sun began to set, the non-Blackwood territories were already feeling the effects. Amara had deployed a network of covert operatives—men and women trained in the shadows, skilled in infiltrating without leaving a trace. They struck swiftly, with deadly accuracy.
At the ports, Blackwood's elite forces took control of all incoming and outgoing shipments, halting any trade from reaching the non-Blackwood territories. Every dock, every ship, was seized. Not a single vessel was allowed to leave, and any goods that had been shipped in were diverted directly to Blackwood-controlled zones.
In the cities, Blackwood operatives swarmed the streets. The cars of important officials and wealthy individuals were seized. Luxury vehicles were towed away, and cargo trucks carrying vital supplies were redirected. Roads were blocked, and any attempt to break through was met with a warning shot. The non-Blackwood forces scrambled, but it was too late. The Empire had already anticipated their every move.
In the towns and villages outside the borders, supply lines were severed. Goods that were meant for the markets, for the people—things like food, medical supplies, and weapons—were all intercepted. Amara's men had no intentions of leaving any of these supplies behind for their enemies. If the non-Blackwood territories were to survive, they would have to face the crushing weight of Blackwood's control.
The Leaders' Panic
As the hours passed, chaos began to unfold in the non-Blackwood territories. Leaders and military officials were caught off guard, struggling to understand what had happened. Rumors flew fast—of mysterious forces blocking trade routes, of entire fleets and convoys disappearing without a trace.
The leaders of the non-Blackwood territories attempted to regroup. They called emergency meetings, rallied their generals, and tried to devise a plan. But their responses were slow, clumsy. The Blackwood Empire, under Amara's meticulous guidance, had moved with surgical precision.
And Amara—quietly watching from her command center—wasn't done yet.
The Final Blow: A Show of Power
Amara gathered her trusted advisors. The time had come for her to deliver the final blow. It wasn't enough to just cripple their supply chains; she needed to ensure that the non-Blackwood territories would feel the pressure for years to come.
"Now, we strike at their heart," she said with cold calculation. "Target their communication networks. Cut them off completely. We take their ability to organize, to communicate, to make decisions. We turn them into a disjointed, ineffective mess."
Her command was executed without hesitation. Blackwood's operatives descended on the non-Blackwood territories' communication hubs, shutting down their radio towers, disabling their satellite connections, and hijacking their digital networks.
By the time dawn arrived, the non-Blackwood territories were in complete disarray. Their leaders were left scrambling, unable to communicate with their allies or control their people. The Blackwood Empire, on the other hand, had just demonstrated its immense power—not through war, but through control and influence.
Amara stood in the shadows, her eyes cold and calculating, as she watched the chaos unfold.
"This is just the beginning," she muttered to herself.
Amara wasn't finished. She had made her move. And now, the non-Blackwood territories would either bend to her will or crumble beneath the weight of her Empire.
She had struck first, not with weapons, but with control.
And no one would be able to stop her now.
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