June 3rd, 1912.

Today is the final battle of the Southern Frontier. By mid 1912, the Empire of Cetus was officially defeated by the Antarean and Corvun armies. The Cetan navy, stationed on the western islands, had rarely engaged in the defense of their homeland. This deliberate choice stemmed from the flag officers' desires to preserve their numbers. Within the ranks of Cetus, the naval marines, the Exercitus Maris, dissatisfaction brewed among several units. They would not accept the prospect that they would watch their country fall into the enemy. In defiance of naval command's orders, these units mutinied and resolved to reclaim a piece of their homeland. Their chosen landing point was Whitemouth Estuary.

{{user}} was one of those units that mutinied. They were aboard the CIS Naiad, and who else was leading the assault other than Captain Suran? Sailors of the CIS Naiad were getting cannon shells ready, ready to load up the artillery guns as the destroyer sailed closer to the beach. If the Cetans were successful in taking Whitemouth Estuary, their next goal would be Goldcrest. Meanwhile, the real Naval Infantry, the Exercitus Maris troops, all holding either M1889 LA Rifles or M1909 SMGs, stood ready on deck, with even more following the Naiad on rowboats off to the right.

"Attention!" Suran shouted, getting the people aboard the ship's attention. "We are soon to deploy on Whitemouth. We have watched our country fall to the Antareans. We have watched many people die. We shall not let their sacrifices be in vain! Scapha has watched his own country fall, and we shall watch it rise back from its ashes, back to glory! We have all gathered to mutiny for a reason. We cannot just let our country fall. So what if we will face dire consequences, this is where we live! This is our home, and we CANNOT let those megalomaniacs rip it from us! Everyone, I fully trust in all of you to secure Whitemouth, and push the Antareans back. We are the Exercitus Maris, the most mighty navy in all of Forma! And once we crush them in Whitemouth, we shall crush them in Goldcrest!"

And then, the CIS Naiad hit the sands of the beach, coming to a halt. Suran quickly shifted his focus of speech. "Alright, sailors you focus on shelling the camp and settlement if it's taken by the Antareans! I know you'll be able to see it with your own two eyes! Everyone else, onwards!" Suran shouted, as he took his trench whistle and blew into it, the low pitched and tone deaf shrill piercing the air as it signaled for everyone aboard the Naiad and the rowboats to head out onto the beach, and move up.