Overnight, a square of land had been cleared outside of Ghish International, and a day and night's work had led to the construction of a large facility, walled off with Hesco bastions filled with soil, of temporary wooden buildings and corrugated tin roofs hastily placed and assembled to create something vaguely resembling a small city. This was the home of a large proportion of the Lowlandian Task Force, although a lack of acommodation meant a lot of the supposed inhabitants had to tough it out in tents and vehicles. Nonetheless, morale at camp this morning was high, for on the camp's outskirts, an Akida priest was leading the camp's faithful in prayer.
As the soldiers knelt forward on mats, prostrated before the rising sun, the Kiyai led them into prayer. Softly, the voices of the grouped men- and few women- could be heard, a rising declaration of faith and unity before their deity.
der Nieuwe Nederlanden
niet ondergaan in haat
in broedertwist en schande
maak dat uit d'oude bron
nieuw leven nogmaals vloeit
schenk ons de taaie kracht
om fier vol vroom vertrouwen
met nooit gebroken moed
ons land hierop te bouwen
tot statig als een eik
voor U, Heer, ons volk bloeit."
Ilham left the congregation with a smile, that peculiar smile only afforded to those with absolute certitude of their future happiness, which faded quickly when he saw the Brigadier. Nonetheless, Hasyim approached Demaes dutifully, saluting respectfully and speaking in the same fashion;
"I didn't see you at the service this morning, sir."
Demaes gave Hasyim a dark look, but after a while of ruminating, it brightened slightly.
"I don't tarry with that sort of stuff, Colonel," Demaes informed him. "Religion clouds the mind. You learn that in the Legion."
"But it provides the men re-assurance, sir," Hasyim replied, folding his hands behind his back. "Makes them less fearful of death."
Demaes shook his head. "Makes them less likely to follow orders."
Government Plaza, Ghish, Ghant - Midday
The four large wheels of the Bunzing trundled down the road, and Second Lieutenant Yama Pertiwi frowned as he observed the tall facade of the Government Palace nearing from the shotgun seat. Pertiwi had been sent out with thirty-six men from the second of two operating bases set up by the Lowlandian Task Force adjacent to Ghish's two airports, and thus four Bunzings drove out into the Plaza, quietly taking their place by the building. Quietly, the platoon emerged out into the streets, all armed; another platoon was standing by at a nearby parking tower. Pertiwi's men approached the palace, calmly, confidently, and quietly set themselves up by the Palace's gates; they didn't stop anyone, didn't ask any questions. All they had to do was look tough and keep their eyes open.
Pertiwi hoped it would be enough, as he examined his assault rifle.