Lore - Feet Republic / Fleet of Feet
The most known army of the Feet Republic, operating in all parts of the planet that are controlled by the children of Meora, from the calm seas of the Waist Region to the stormy depth surrounding the Ocean of Mud. After generations of seafaring, the Republic possesses strategically valuable near-perfect navigational data and the mapping of the sea routes of the entire planet, surpassed only by the Angel of Prudence's World Map.
The work of the Fleet of Feet is of immense importance to the rest of Meority, so much so that other nations make Concordats with the Republic, signed and overseen by the Herqisitions. According to these mutual agreements, other nations support the activities of the Fleet of Feet providing free resources and supplies, while the Republic gives an undertaking to fulfill the tasks it has sworn to on the honor of its people.
Deep Ocean Rangers
The dangerous but greatly commendable activity of the Fleet of Feet. Their work has eased the burden of uncertainty – the most terrifying feeling that many of our soldiers have experienced over the centuries, has been alleviated by these brave sistren.
The Deep Ocean Rangers venture further than anyone dare – to the borders of the Baned Hemisphere. Thousands of small flotillas sail for years, observing the deathly waters, watching for any signs of upcoming Envasions; and when they occur, the Rangers track these shoals from a safe distance and communicate about the approaching danger to the mainland, while simultaneously gathering as much detailed intel on the creatures present as possible. And by the time the Envasion arrives, it will already be many days as the defenders of Her Gorgeousness are ready to face the Hellish Spawn.
The Rangers themselves are not defenseless. The powerful sonars they use to track their targets are also employed against small shoals as terrifying weapons. The shock waves they generate can rapture internal organs and kill even medium-sized creatures, regardless of the size of their shoals. And if anything survives the sonar’s impact, then the Sollesahrs will finish off that which still lives; these are usually larger Umbral Horrors that can, and WILL, harm the vessels after being angered.
According to international agreements, the use of these sonars is prohibited within certain close distances from Her body, as the lifeforms inhabiting these ranges are considered either harmful or useful. Thus, the Rangers are ordered not to engage in combat until these distances are exceeded. However, on the good sole, it is also not required to Cleanse the bodies of the Jealous Beastiary killed that far from the shore, where the water is already heavily contaminated with the Mud.
But some flotillas venture even deeper – into the Ocean of Mud itself. Some return, but many do not. They conduct exploration activities and data collection using Remote-Controlled Mobile Platforms, whose potential operational capacity depth reaches eight kilometers. Although it is still unclear how deep is the basin of the Ocean of Mud actually is, especially at its center. Their research is aimed at understanding of the Baned Hemisphere, so that we can better grasp the state of the gate that leads to the cosmic prison where the Boundless Banqueter burns, and prepare for its possible escape.
Cleansing Fleet
There are certain types of hypothetical weapons banned by the Herquisition, through an agreement signed by all the Great Nations, either because their effects are too harmful to the children of Meora, or to Her Gorgeousness itself, and all of us agree that damaging Her body for the purposes of war, even with holy thoughts, is the unholy actions. For centuries, there has been an imposed limitation on the size, destructive power, and rate of fire of large-caliber weapons; though, in the absence of major wars between the nations of Meority, the fundamental nature of our true enemy, the inherent might of the Knights of Creation, and the continued development of energy-based firearms, these weapons have stagnated on their own. But not so long ago, the Republic received authorization to equip and employ its warships with “Downpours” – a type of so-called Heavy Ar… Yarti… Yartilrey… Artillery... Heavy Artillery.
The Supreme Council of Her’s discussed and debated the petition from the Feet Republic and the Tumish state of Nappalmia for seventeen years, and ultimately agreed that the harm inflicted on Meora’s fur and hair is not equals to the harm to Her skin and flesh, and is not even close in value to the sacrilegious abominations that this harm can eradicate.
And so, in collaboration with Nappalmia, the Republic constructed numerous squadrons of Downpour carriers. Each ship is armed with two dozens of massive heavy artillery pieces that deliver cleansing to the Chaosborn jungles. They fire cluster munitions filled with acidic fuel gel mixes that can burn for days, exterminating the unholy beings by the thousands at a time and halting their incursions by scorching a no man's land.
That said, the use of these weapons is permitted only against the Defiled Lands of the Tail Archipelago, Kozara (Her Western Hair), and Kohava (Her Eastern Hair), and with the permission of the states neighboring or Responsible for these land.
Mariners
The Feet Republic Navy Land and Ocean (LACE) units, commonly known as Navy LACEs or Mariners, are the primary naval infantry Comradeship of the Fleet of Feet. The Republic's ashore raiding force, better known to soldiers of other nations through many joint military operations. Wearing colorful and vivid uniforms in likeness of the fearless Vagyaru, their vessels arrive when they are needed, and, as fellow warriors of Her Light, they are always needed.
The Mariners’ amphibious warfare flotillas typically operate off the coast of every allied state, always ready to provide assistance. It is also worthy noting here, that the Fleet of Feet is known for having the most randiest Feetic futales, who, after months or years of separation from their wives who hold the keys to their tightly locked chastity devices, become heavily addicted to all forms of deep prostate massage procedures. And the perpetually aroused futale Mariners, who regularly visit allied ports, are very popular with the local military, who enjoy… well, you know… “friendly sweaty sparring sessions” where they prove their nation's superiority by “launching deep attacks from the rear“.
Among the LACE’s main functions are destroying lesser Umbral Shoals and Tarfested Herds, hydrographic and special reconnaissance, aiding in post-Envasion cleaning operation, liquidating heretic hideouts along the coast.
Extremely dangerous are their military operations near the Defiled Lands, sometimes requiring the Mariner units to push deep into the enemy territory after a Downpour Bombardment. But their most legendary operation was the landing on the Rusted Archipelago – the one and only successful landing on any of the Cursed Islands. There, they have found and recovered part of a Giant's skeleton. Half of the landing party perished during the landing itself, the rest died on the way to the mainland from an unknown plague, and later the remaining fleet personnel also succumbed to the same sickness. It took months for Ordono Kerno to retrieve the Giant's bones, after which the ships were sent towards the open ocean to sink somewhere out there. Since then, no other attempts have been made to repeat this feat; even Remote-Controlled Mobile Platforms are frying out before reaching the sands of these doomed shores.
Petrel’s Fleet
The personal flotilla of Chancellor Vulga Sugrifa, where she spends most of her current days after completing the restructuring of the Republic.
Her hatred for the Serpent's creations had always been deep, but today it is even darker than the colors of her fleet, and with age, she finds less and less joy in anything but hunting, which is the only thing that makes her feel... “alive”. She is not intrigued in visiting places where an enemy is guaranteed to be found, she want only to hunt the unknown. Twice in her life the Petrel’s fleet was destroyed because of her recklessness, and both time she survived, found stranded in the open ocean, dying not of starvation, but of boredom without a direction for a new Hunt. And as soon as she was back on ships capable of scanning the waters, all she could think about was heading back into the ocean for revenge.
Almost ten years have passed since she was last set foot on land, and it is as well might be that she will never return. It is said, that after completing the quest given to her by the Angel of Hope, she doesn’t see reasons to live, as she believes that anything she achieves in the future will be meaningless. She lost even more hope when the black hole in her right eye grew larger and she realized that she could no longer control her Anomalous Presence, and became afraid to visit the orphanages she used to love.
Her full flotilla consist of many vessels, but all of them are intended for the personal use of the Chancellor herself. At least twenty-two battleboats for her to board; clean and new, which she changes weekly as soon as the current vessels decay too much due to the Anomalous Presence of her Gift. At least two vessels, storing thousands of the Chancellor’s uniforms and Alpha Pikes, which she changes daily as they decay even faster. Two kitchen vessels with spare tableware, her favorite food, wine, and spice. A theater-ship for the Chancellor's entertainment between battles. And two auxiliary warships. Not long ago there was a vessel full of prominent Yamerva Sollesahr futales, each of whom hoped to be the one to court Vulga Sugrifa, but after almost two decades they all returned home ashamed because she hadn't even bothered to acknowledge their existence.
Regardless of the circumstances, to be part of this flotilla even for a day is a great honor. Each of her vessels is guarded by a crew of Hussahrs, and a pair of Sollesahrs who have either already earned Her Deathly Visage, or have distinguished themselves enough to receive one in the foreseeable future. Disabled vessels are sent to the mainland for reconstruction, under the protection of the same crews, who will then deliver replacement ships back to the main fleet.
Currently, the Petrel’s Fleet patrols the borders of the Ocean of Mud and Southern Seas.