New Edomite National News Report More than 100,000 civilians had been forced to flee after fighting in Central Bara. These people reportedly fled after the government launched a fresh military campaign against the Anarcho-Syndicalist guerillas on Feb 12 in the Glasstower region. The campaign is aimed at the disarmament of the remainig Anarchist Forces and their local Anarcho-Syndicalist and tribal allies following the capture of the Hooded Man, whose identity has not yet been revealed, and his chief accomplice, Aloysius Lal. This action completed by New Edomite,Estovakivan, Adiran, Nalayan and Roman forces has been declared a great success.
Since May, the civilian population of central Bara has become increasingly victim of looting, extortion, killing and rape, according to WA first situation report dated 19 July covering the province Following the announcement of impending military operations in the province by the Government Forces against the remnants of the Anarchist insurgency. The protection of civilians has become a major concern, adds the report.
At least twelve large-scale attacks were registered since January involving killings, rapes, burning of houses, extortions and pillaging. The most deadly attack occurred in Ironbeck (north of Glasstower) . Approximately 77 persons were killed with swords, axes and knives or burned alive, and more than 700 houses were burnt. According to reports militia allies have also been responsible for pillaging, confiscations of harvests and food rations, destruction of houses and extortions and has perpetrated numerous rapes. There have also been reports of human trafficking in the area, with people disappearing and possibly turning up in foreign brothels. These reports are unsubstantiated but are being investigated by the office of the Attorney-General and the Ministry of Police.
General Perrin Pahath-Moab, the President of the Council, has reported satisfaction generally with the campaign, which he handled personally, and has handed over command to Lieutenant-General Solomon Barak, who will take command of the First Army Corps. “Our primary concern,” the President has said, “Is human lives, human dignity, human safety, human quality of life. We hope to bring this region to peace completely. Justice will be done…”
Military District of Fineberg, New Edom
General Solomon Barak was a powerfully built man with a rough olive tan, balding head, the kind of face that looked like it was carved out of weathered rocks, and he had a deceptively slow energy he brought to any room he entered.He sat back in his chair, bored of reading the numerous reports from the war that were scattered all over his desk. He'd been at it for hours with his staff popping in and out and it was pretty clear that his forces had the war sewn up as it was, he didn't really need to pore of these documents and come up with any brilliant strategies or the like. Now it was slogging, maintaining FOB security and refugee zone security. They had moved nearly 100,000 people out of the combat zone and the rest of the insurgents had been reduced to starving bandits playing hide and seek with revenge driven militias. The foreign units were mostly doing various forms of technology testing and target practice now. It was only the most wild and remote areas of the province that were considered dangerous, and they were under constant watch. Some 30,000 or so civilians were still in there somewhere, but they had always been there, always lived lousy lives in the marshes, and were mostly tribespeople and strange cultists. Some reports, unsubstantiated, said there were tens of thousands more that had never been properly subjected to a census, but he wasn’t interested in the unsubstantiated; he had enough to worry about.
Major Wendt had come in and it was just at the right time. There were fitness reports on all his units, though as far as he was concerned, unfortunately, the best were mostly foreign, and a handful of regulars. The rest were tribal and religious militia—unreliable in his opinion. “Wendt, I’m not commanding my Corps from Fineberg. I can’t. I need to be out there in the field.”
The lovely fair haired Anglo-German officer looked good today, and even better with her blue eyes widening in alarm. She was dressed in a relatively short uniform olive drab skirt that was revealing a considerable amount of her sleek, stocking-clad thighs as she walked, the lacy tops of her flesh toned hold-up stockings visible when she walked. also wore an olive drab blouse that seemed to struggle to contain her ample bosom, the top couple of buttons left undone and her deep cleavage left on show just in case the General wanted to look. The outfit was completed by a pair of sexy high heeled black shoes that made her slender legs look amazing. He smiled. “Worried?”
“A little…I mean where are we going to be? Silver River?” she asked hopefully.
“No, fuck, no, that’s too far away too, and I don’t wan to butt heads with that lesbo bitch Vrinn, trying to lord it over me—technically I outrank her but she has the Strategic Command, so that makes her pretty much my equal, it’s her baby. No, we’ll go to Penuel and take up a command position from there. 14th’s HQ is there, so we’ll make use of that.”
“It was a major battle zone just a few months ago,” she demurred, lowering her eyes as she put the fitness reports on his desk.
He flipped open one of the folders. “Lord God in Heaven—how do you do a fitness report on people who wear body paint instead of body armor? This isn’t an army—it’s a circus. Ah well, when you’ve got lemons…don’t worry, Major. Be happy! Your promotion should come through any time. In the meantime, thanks to your excellent work in the field in Damoclea, I’m making you my Operations Staff Commander.”
“Wow, really?” breathed Wendt, excited. “I’d love that, that’s wonderful!”
“We need to celebrate.” He said, his flinty eyes seeking hers. Wendt flushed, and turning around stuck her rump towards him.. Her short skirt was taut across the peachy globes of her round posterior. Barak moved round from behind his desk and moved towards his gorgeous ADC. He held her by her shapely hips and turned her body so that her bottom was facing towards him.
“Bend over the desk,” he ordered.
“Lovely,” he murmured, as he gave the round globes a slight squeeze, amazed at their firmness, and his right hand began to rub Wendt’s right buttock, his palm stroking her rear flesh in small circles, almost worshipping her gorgeous behind. Wendt flushed; and closed her eyes, feeling the skirt whispering up to her waist, feeling her panties being slid down, and took a deep breath…