"Hail, General Cerypheus!" Ararians, legions upon legions, upon legions of the best X's Nation has to offer yelled in unison. General Cerypheus, a tall, slim man with a gigantic beard stood at a podium on a large stage. General Cerypheus clears his throat and begins to speak. "The time has come. For to long, we have had to live with the fact that we stepped away from those dogs when we had them by the throat. It's time to finish what my father started so many years ago. I, General Cerypheus, your loving ruler, father, your god, am Waging war against the Serians. Will you join me, my sons and daughters? WIll you join me in reclaiming the lands we rightfully conqured? Will you join me, in our quest for glory and wealth? Hear me! I call on you all, I call on all of you with the strength. I command it!" The answer, was already clear. The answer was yes, they will join him in the war against Sera. "Let us end this, then."
WIthin a matter of hours, the full might of the X's nation was on board boats bound for Sera's large coast just to the west of their own nation. Vessels of varying sizes and armaments, ready to pull the meat from Sera's bones. Even as they stood on the cusp of oblivion, the soldiers of X's nation stood tall and vigilant. They knew, deep inside, they were going to be fighting a giant, fighting soldiers who have trained for their entire lives for the purpose of protecting their own, and killing those who would dare step foot on their homeland. X's nation had one thing going for it, surprise. The jets were screaming through the sky, closely followed by large bombers. Landing craft were stationed inside of the flagship and carrier's bellies like a bird protecting it's egg, each housing up to 150 soldiers, the landing craft themselves numbering 1000 crafts.
Rear Admiral Horatio Nelson III stood at the helm, hands firmly clasped around his back, a large grey beard sitting on his face. He stood still as a statue. His father fought in the first war with Sera, he was on the frontlines. He remembers the joy he felt when he watched his dad help capture the Capital from the national tv station. This time was going to be different. Since their defeat, Sera made a dramatic policy change and instituted Military schools and the like for all citizens. A select few of the execptionally gifted's offspring was risen from birth and baptised in blood. This war was going to be long and bloody.
An alarm sounded with flashing red lights. Horatio Nelson III nodded to his first mate, who gave the order to drop the crafts. They were close enough now.
Main guns upon the decks yelled their fury at the Serian Boats in the distance. A huge front panel on the Carriers and flagships creaked open, revealing the ships within, stacked like tuna. They drop, two at a time and when the boat below is far enough away. It was time for the land invasion.
"Get Rear Admiral Nelson, my son on the radio." With a few twists of a black knob, the communications officer nods at the admiral. "Ah! Old man, it's good to hear that you haven't died from a stroke from all this excitement." - "Keep yourself focused, boy. The General is counting on us. Have your ships been fully deployed?" - "Aye Aye, Sir. We will joi-" The sound cuts out followed by static. "Rear Admiral? Can you read me? Son?"His question is answered almost immediately. Bauman's ship explodes in the middle of her deck, the ship itself cracking and breaking in half. There is another explosion, this time from the helm. There was no getting him back, no chance for survival. For the first time, The Great Horatio Nelson III was at a loss for words.
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When the crafts reach the shores, they become instantly pummeled by machine gun fire, mortar fire, rocket fire, and other munitions. The door which separated the soldiers from the beach and Sera like a Protective viel made a horrifying clacking noise that seemed to come from every inch of the door at any given moment. The Squad Leader steels himself by pulling down his Balacava and goggles. "Lower the door!" The door is lowered, the men inside who aren't riddled with holes instantly, push themselves out on the beach and begins to storm upward under the cry of bullets, shells, and screams.
