After an insulting blow delivered to her core, it became evident that Gallia's glory has dissipated along with her pride. Disgruntled and underfinanced officers and soldiers yearn for the age when their very name drove dissenters and Sirian citizens to panic, yet today they are naught but an amusement show for foreign visitors and a repellant for a cause that still believes itself to be right. Some go as far as resigning from their posts, spiraling out into a drunken depression or pledging allegiance to someone else.

Yet far away from Ile-de-France, a stalwart and headstrong Gallic fighting spirit is beginning to reawaken. The loyal followers of a long lost King, emboldened by their sense of superiority, have constructed a risky plan to take over the Roussillon system - a wide and methodical sweep with everything they have. The resident echelons of the Maquisard movement weren't too long to notice a change in the air that signaled the beginning of a tide they long anticipated. Noticing the increase in occasional and probing appearances of the Royalists, the brave oppositioners took haste to notify their comrades from North-Western Bretonia. Any sort of organized movement by their sworn foe was a bad omen for the Gaians - a spark best quenched fast before it turns into a full blown wildfire.

It remains widely unclear how the Royalists considered themselves sufficient for such a maneuver - whether would it be due to their unwavering sense of pride or a theoretical sudden influx in their numbers, even though there are none whom they despise more than the traitorous scum in the Marshalcy and the Union's Navy.