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Allanea wrote:High in the air, just about to turn home from another bombing run, Kimsky received the call. “Bomb? No bombs right now, Your Majesty, but I think I have got something even better, over.” - as he spoke, he thumbed a switch on his control yoke. As the plane turned, at the incredible speed of jet aircraft, it would be on its target within minutes.
"Pinky, you form on me, everyone else return to base,” - said the Kimsky. Now there were two fighter jets in the empty skies, speeding to where the suspicious car was. As they slowed down to approach it, to a speed that was merely fast rather than crazy fast, Kimsky could see the shape of the car on his infra-red vision screen. It was alone on the road – speeding away towards the port city.
The plane's lone gun – really, two guns linked together into a single mechanism called a 'Gast' – moved in its cradle, one barrel firing, then as it moved backwards, the mechanism reloading the other barrel and firing again. All of this in rapid succession, as Kimsky put out its entire two-hundred-round magazine onto the target within less than five seconds. Then, his wingman followed up.*
Meanwhile, the commander of the 654th Parachute regiment within the wrecked ruins of the enemy's division headquarters. The roof had several large holes in it, punched through by Allanean bombs, and everywhere there was death and destruction. The Allaneans have taken the base easily, with casualties only in the low double-digits – the enemy's troops have never been very good, and they have been shell-shocked by the incredible bombings.
As he watched, Allanean troops carried past him the captured banners of enemy divisions and regiments. Some of them were quite torn up, but that did not matter. From now on they would be displayed in the 654th Regimental Headquarters as a trophy.
"Put me in contact with the Quaziran government headquarters,” - said the Colonel brusquely. A radioman complied instantly, of course he knew that by “Quaziran government” the real Quaziran government, that of the Queen, would be meant.
"Your Majesty,” - the Colonel reported. “Our troops have now captured the military base in the capital, and are prepared to greet your arrival.”
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