Major Prince Lacroix Vanderson Lelouche
4th Azurian Legionaries
Base Camp Olympia Alpha, outside Capodimonte
*sigh*
The Search and rescue effort was going well here, although little remained of the city, on the outskirts, civil defense shelters actually withstood the attack, survivors were generally pleased to see soldiers, and the fallout here was lite, a little inoculation and some anti-queasiness medication along with filter masks made the environment partially livable.
A flurry of activity at the base was underway, as soldiers were gathering airdrops and salvage and distributing them to various refugee camps (which had grown in large numbers) it was assumed that crime and anarchy would be the rule rather then the exception, but even that was pleasantly surprising, the people were more then eager to cooperate with forces on the ground, and helped in every way they could, surprisingly capable, many of the "men" were just as valuable as the soldiers in the performance of their new duties.
The list of "Messages" over the wire were fairly large, but the jist of it, was a restoration government had been formed at overseas command group, and "Help" was coming in numbers from about everywhere. as for local communications, ham operators, and CB radios were useful to help locate survivor groups, and news about various operations of similar scope and magnitude were pouring in from across the country side. Lacroix even heard word of a completely civilian operation (under a "Civil Defense Core" ) just outside Chletham, He had dispatched a recon team to verify this.
Still his mood was somewhat sour, despite all the good he was doing, the news from the chain of command, had squatched his short lived dreams of political glory. It was foolish to think that he would singlehandedly rebuild this country, become it's leader and then invade his former "Kingdom" that was his by birthright. The audacity of such idol thoughts had convinced him that perhaps he was suffering from radiation sickness.
Another thing that bugged him was the assertion that this was a foreign attack, the evidence he had made it pretty clear that Nuclear Weapons of Azura were turned on themselves, maybe an act of cyber-terrorism, but an overt attack by a hostile foreign power? 2+2 was starting to equal fish here, and Lacroix didn't like the smell.
"Captain Hunt, report" Lacroix finally remembered his name.
"Sir?"
"How goes our efforts?"
"Good, we have sufficient supplies for about a week for ourselves, the civilians are having to scavenge though, we have teams helping them, meanwhile humanitarian aid is being delivered as fast as it arrives"
"That's unacceptable, we will scavenge and starve before they do, I don't want to see a single hungry mouth, you will give them our supplies the moment that there's is not enough"
"Sir, with respect, I understand your desire, but weak hungry soldiers are useless to you"
"And what of the people? if they die, who will rebuild this country?, and who will live in it?"
"I understand, but we can't be of use to these people if we die, and if we die, so will they"
"Then give till it hurts Captain, and no more, Soldiers are used to hardship, and can survive much better then civilians, they need it more, we are here for them, to serve them, that is our mission"
"Aye Sir, it will be done"
"Another thing, assemble a recon team, and head to Fort Vandengaarde, look for survivors, evidence of the events leading up to the "Attack" intact hard-drives, anything out of the ordinary, we need to know exactly what happened here."
"SkyGuard sir?, you think we will find anything"
"I hope so, otherwise we might end up repeating the mistakes of the past"
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