Kistan wrote:Kistani Unified Imperial Command, Aranalen Militarized Providence."I smell B.S. from the far south."
The Kaiserin of the United Empire, formerly the starling Commandant Nirna, overlooked the bastion of High Aranel. She could see the tips of the skyscrapers of Kisti on the mainland, as well as the multitudes of barracks, fortifications, and shipyards below. Her hold on Kistan was not yet secure, as the freedom-loving Federalist government and their "Emperor", who hardly had the power of true royalty, still caused her beloved fascist regime quite some trouble. However, Nirna hated one thing even more than the Federalist rebellion - the smell of B.S.
"I want you to deploy, um... the Third Army to go get rid of whatever is causing that stench." She tilted her head to Commandant Schell, who was standing in her quarters as usual. Not a surprise, as he was her link to the Cult of the Divine One.
"Eh, sure." He shrugged, taking out his cell phone. "But what is it this time? From the news reports I've seen, it's just some everyday godmodding. No big deal, even if we DO need reasons to beat people up at random."
"Shh! Don't break the fourth wall! Anyways, it's not that at all. There's a country called 'Antarcteca". Can you believe that? No human could live in Antarctica, and no nation in the NSverse should ever bear a name that's a blatant copy of a True Terran locale! Just beat 'em up a little and then come back! And, er, I totally didn't just break the fourth wall myself." She blushed.
"Fine, I'm going..." Schell groaned as he grabbed his helmet and made for the door.
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The Blasted Lands, Near CantonAs the Third Imperial Army blazed through the Blasted Lands - the hellish area between all regions and dimensions wherin space, time, and even tech periods warped - , Canton and the chaos consuming it appeared on the horizon. A warship from some star-traveling civilization passed overhead, on it's way to bring death to a peaceable planet in liquid space. A column of Napoleonic-Era infantry passed by them, exchanging hellos with the APC-bound infantry and their accompanying artillery pieces. Thankfully, they didn't need that much food for this trip, so they could stay and kill things longer rather than pop in, fire a volley, and pop out as they usually did
In total, the Third army consisted of a twenty-third of the Kistani armed forces in normal, semi-warfare readiness - two thousand artillery pieces and about four hundred main battle tanks supporting approximately seven thousand lighter tanks, tens of thousands of Armored Personnel Carriers, and just under four million infantrymen. In the skies, a hundred-thirty bomber drones and thousands more multipurpose VTOL fighters from the Air Guard left cruising mode and prepared to keep the bloodthirsty ground forces clear of enemy air power. The battle should be over soon, unless the apparently ice-immune Antarctecanic troops could whip out more magical air forces.
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(Eh, there you go. Something nice and quick, unless the little guys scurrying around want to pick a fight. I normally hate listing troop counts, finding it cheesy, boring, and symbolic of being too lazy to learn good writing skills, but it's fast and I don't really think anyone on this thread can complain about detail. Now stop using Fan-T type 'suddenly appearing' troops and either run or die! Kill, maim, burn! Kill, maim, burn!)