Nationstates Hetalia VI: The Time of Times (IC)

[Belavakia]

Karelia sits back from the strange group of soldiers, she heard the breifing, she's just waiting to get on the boat.

[Lancearc]

"Right then, the ship is waiting for you." Lidev said as she turned to West. "Another trooper? Excellent. Since you missed my quick explanation, I'll make it even quicker. We need some people to go help one of our squads that just got inserted to Iceland solve the massive problem they have found. Be advised: This will not be a cake walk." She told him. "If you're up for it, board the ship. If not, well bye."

Helpful. West thought to himself again, simply nodding in response. "There must be a reason only I was sent, shouldn't there? I'll be sure to have it dealt with." he answered briefly.

[Monfrox]

"Oooo~! Feisty. Anyway, the ship will be leaving soon. I hope to see you all back here soon." Lidev paused as her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Good luck..." She said before walking with Griselda back to the chopper.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Nemesis-12 boarded the ship,they cocked their guns and checked equipment." Ready to go!"

[Oaledonia]

"LLLLLLLaaaaaaaannnnnnncccccceeeeeee" Kaiya said in the most teasingly drawn out voice possible to her soft vocal cords as her brightly golden fluffy tail waved about behind her. The kitsune had climbed over her husband as he lay in their private chambers and was so close to his chest that the radiant glow from the deity could not possibly be differentiated from that of her husband's darkened skin. Now, as if stalking her prey, she slowly clamored forward on all fours; determined to get the kill. Unlike western culture where ecstasy is usually a cheap thrill to satisfy the soul's most barbaric sin: Lust, the Oaledonian people saw it as an art form. Lust; the art of pleasing one's lover in the bedroom, considered something sacred and serene to even the most loathsome of Oaledonian scum.

Kaiya, due to the mixed way in which Oaledonians choose to practice this art, had quite the unusual pleasure from a personification point-of-view. The deity had free will, free will to choose how she went about obtaining her "kill" so she chose to be kinky. This was partly because of her bias as a deity to amuse herself in the most exotic way possible, but also because her ignorance of western culture made her assume that all they knew was how to be kinky. Oaledonians suffered this constantly, falling prey to online stereotypes and misinformation in an attempt to vanquish their unquenchable trust towards cultural awareness. Alas, it seemed poor Lance was going to have to assume the position of prey to his radiant wifey.

Kaiya now had her tail rapped around her husband's left leg, her body had formed around his left arm as her head rested on his upper chest. This was it! This was her art! The bed was their canvas and their bodies the brush. Kaiya, being the artist, had desired to depict a glorious hunt between a beautiful beast and her honorable prey, but something didn't click. As it goes: the modest Oaledonian nature was not accustomed to kinky, and Kaiya's immature mind kept clouding her thoughts with the level of embarrassment a 4th grader would feel as they bickered with their friend that they didn't like the boy across the table. Still, she was determined to try something new, just like her nation's dogma. With that, kaiya sloppily went about :TIME SKIP:

[Lancearc]

West maintained a sharp salute until Lidev was out of sight, turning to join his colleagues on the boat near instantaneously. "I trust we're all professionals, correct? No one unfamiliar with basic field tactics, at least two of us practicing combat medicine?" he asked immediately. "And of course, all of us have passed basic marksmanship training as carried out by our respective nations? Please gods have at least that." West went on, glancing about at his comrades without expectations the least bit high, clearly scoffing at the prospect any of them would possess his understanding of the field, even if wrongly so.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Akiyama played with Prim,They chased each other around a tree playing tag and Prim even let Akiyama play with her new me.teddy. The two really enjoyed playing each other as if they were sisters.

[Sauritican]

"Oooo~! Feisty. Anyway, the ship will be leaving soon. I hope to see you all back here soon." Lidev paused as her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Good luck..." She said before walking with Griselda back to the chopper.

"Very strange, yet exciting, am I right Bloodjaw?" The female Utahraptor said in her 'saphira-like voice' (Voice of saphira in the Eragon movie is Rachel Weisz, if ya wanna know) Bloodjaw the male Utahraptor replies, "I agree, Redclaw." The squad boards the boat

West maintained a sharp salute until Lidev was out of sight, turning to join his colleagues on the boat near instantaneously. "I trust we're all professionals, correct? No one unfamiliar with basic field tactics, at least two of us practicing combat medicine?" he asked immediately. "And of course, all of us have passed basic marksmanship training as carried out by our respective nations? Please gods have at least that." West went on, glancing about at his comrades without expectations the least bit high, clearly scoffing at the prospect any of them would possess his understanding of the field, even if wrongly so.

"You have no need to worry about my squad." the female human said

[Belavakia]

West maintained a sharp salute until Lidev was out of sight, turning to join his colleagues on the boat near instantaneously. "I trust we're all professionals, correct? No one unfamiliar with basic field tactics, at least two of us practicing combat medicine?" he asked immediately. "And of course, all of us have passed basic marksmanship training as carried out by our respective nations? Please gods have at least that." West went on, glancing about at his comrades without expectations the least bit high, clearly scoffing at the prospect any of them would possess his understanding of the field, even if wrongly so.

Karelia just walks towards the ship ignoring the lancearcian

[Lancearc]

"LLLLLLLaaaaaaaannnnnnncccccceeeeeee" Kaiya said in the most teasingly drawn out voice possible to her soft vocal cords as her brightly golden fluffy tail waved about behind her. The kitsune had climbed over her husband as he lay in their private chambers and was so close to his chest that the radiant glow from the deity could not possibly be differentiated from that of her husband's darkened skin. Now, as if stalking her prey, she slowly clamored forward on all fours; determined to get the kill. Unlike western culture where ecstasy is usually a cheap thrill to satisfy the soul's most barbaric sin: Lust, the Oaledonian people saw it as an art form. Lust; the art of pleasing one's lover in the bedroom, considered something sacred and serene to even the most loathsome of Oaledonian scum.

Kaiya, due to the mixed way in which Oaledonians choose to practice this art, had quite the unusual pleasure from a personification point-of-view. The deity had free will, free will to choose how she went about obtaining her "kill" so she chose to be kinky. This was partly because of her bias as a deity to amuse herself in the most exotic way possible, but also because her ignorance of western culture made her assume that all they knew was how to be kinky. Oaledonians suffered this constantly, falling prey to online stereotypes and misinformation in an attempt to vanquish their unquenchable trust towards cultural awareness. Alas, it seemed poor Lance was going to have to assume the position of prey to his radiant wifey.

Kaiya now had her tail rapped around her husband's left leg, her body had formed around his left arm as her head rested on his upper chest. This was it! This was her art! The bed was their canvas and their bodies the brush. Kaiya, being the artist, had desired to depict a glorious hunt between a beautiful beast and her honorable prey, but something didn't click. As it goes: the modest Oaledonian nature was not accustomed to kinky, and Kaiya's immature mind kept clouding her thoughts with the level of embarrassment a 4th grader would feel as they bickered with their friend that they didn't like the boy across the table. Still, she was determined to try something new, just like her nation's dogma. With that, kaiya sloppily went about :TIME SKIP:

One couldn't begin to fathom Lance's surprise when his own initiative was overridden by Kaiya's sudden advances. Of all things, it was she moving forward, drawing out the moments that passed in such a way that he would never have expected from the goddess now hovering over him like some temptress, a siren taking the most sincere pleasure from her new power over the idiot man who she'd earned the unending, devoted affections of. She, who he had known to be so timid when it came to such things as the more intimate romance they shared. At the moment however, regardless of the past and what he knew of his lover, he was quite content to let himself be subject to whatever she seemed to be formulating so gracefully.

He made only the slightest of movements, trying harder than one might expect not to disrupt whatever it was Kaiya had planned. During this wait he became so acutely aware of everything happening it was impossible to think he could take it all in at once, register all of these things simultaneously. Their twin breathing patterns, heartbeats, the gentleness of a caress that still somehow felt teasingly forceful, as if reminding him he was at her mercy now. As much as she was pushing the issue he still felt he was being made to wait, something he felt almost tortured by, and didn't mind at the same time. Whatever she had envisioned, he knew he had no choice but to be a patient observer. Any number of thoughts ran through his mind now, the grace with which she went about her tasked mixed with an almost juvenile embarrassment captivating him, wondering if perhaps his soul wouldn't be condemned if he didn't answer the prayer call with his Muslim subjects tomorrow, after having given in so easily to such animal needs as this. If it was his destiny to be locked out of some kind of paradise he wasn't entirely certain if he would regret it now, either.

[We won't make the kiddies read any further.]

[Monfrox]

Tranquility
The boat operator pulled up to a small harbor. An odd mist had surrounded the port, but it did not cloud vision. It hung low around the ground, and gave the place a rather eerie feeling. The sky was a dead-like orange, filled with the ashes of burnt bodies, buildings, and practically anything else. It looked like someone had firebombed the area, only there wasn't any scorching around the city. An M1A2 Abrams tank sat off to the side, it's armor smeared with blood and it's turret slightly ajar from the ring. As the passengers were off-loaded and the boat turned out to friendly waters, it became clear of Anvil Squad's work. Bodies were strewn all over the place with the sniper's tell-tale mark of the hole through the head. But these bodies looked to have been rotting for some time, yet the hole was fresh. On top of that, they weren't wearing any modern military uniform, but what could be best described as World-War 2 era German fatigues. The surrounding buildings had obviously seen better days: Many of them had collapsed into the street and blocked off roads.

It didn't take long for the atmosphere to settle in, but the horror of what truly happened in Iceland was still yet to be seen to it's full extent. At that time, a rustling came from all around in the buildings surrounding the group. "Is it them?" Came a voice over the radio. "Must be. I don't recognize them as MEF, MND, or MSF uniforms. These are our reinforcements." An emotionless voice answered. At that point, four young women emerged from their stakeout positions in the surrounding area and approached the group. This was Anvil Squad. The four women were obviously hardened warriors from their looks, and each had their own specialization. The CQB expert, the Assaulter, the Machine Gunner, and the Sniper. All four of them looked rather questioningly in their own way at the others, like how one surveyed an opponent. It was also noted that the sniper wore a rather different face mask that hid some facial scarring.

[Hydronium]

The Muslim third of Hydronium had prospered under Hydroni rule. As opposed to the pirate activity and extremists that had always used this area as home base, this area was now adorned with decent people that were indistinguishable from normal Hydronis.

Luciftias walked out of the ditch he woke up in, and stumbled down the path that lead to a settlement. The sun was rising, giving everything a red tinge. Large trees lined the path, with a baby blue sky above them. The silence was only pierced by a muezzin, calling the faithful to prayer from his arabesque tower.

After about an hour of walking, Luke arrived in the town. There was something wrong, though, something that seemed to herald destruction. Luke walked further into town, still no one was there at all. There were homes, but they were empty. But soon, Luke picked up a dark aura radiating from a small group of homes towards the middle of the town.

The populus of the town were gathered around a black stone. It was similar to the one he had encountered before, but much more dark. It festered, and occasionally almost explode, sending the townsfolk into a panic. Luke then proceeded to blast it to pieces with his crowbar. The townsfolk were elated, and then went back to doing whatever they were before. Luke did receive one thing, though: A small megaphone like device. Without the time to see what it did, Luke was teleported again, this time to a less habitable location.

---

With 2 of the four Shards of Hydronium destroyed, the main Hydroni forces began the long task of pushing Southwest Hydronium out of Hydronium. With battles erupting all across the border, the Southwest began to lose ground. Ian was terrified, he needed The Grey Wolf's military to arrive soon. He messaged Ilsa.

If you recall, you made a deal with us in Southwest Hydronium that you would capture the "Horn Colony" with our help. If you are going to follow through with this, we suggest that you do it Post Haste. We are beginning to lose ground to the natives, and with other wars happening in other places, you would be able to capture this colony without much foreign opposition. So, we suggest that you capture this colony now.

Ian desperately messaged this to Ilsa. He then went back to making plans on how to break the Hydroni barrier of protection.

[Sauritican]

Tranquility
The boat operator pulled up to a small harbor. An odd mist had surrounded the port, but it did not cloud vision. It hung low around the ground, and gave the place a rather eerie feeling. The sky was a dead-like orange, filled with the ashes of burnt bodies, buildings, and practically anything else. It looked like someone had firebombed the area, only there wasn't any scorching around the city. An M1A2 Abrams tank sat off to the side, it's armor smeared with blood and it's turret slightly ajar from the ring. As the passengers were off-loaded and the boat turned out to friendly waters, it became clear of Anvil Squad's work. Bodies were strewn all over the place with the sniper's tell-tale mark of the hole through the head. But these bodies looked to have been rotting for some time, yet the hole was fresh. On top of that, they weren't wearing any modern military uniform, but what could be best described as World-War 2 era German fatigues. The surrounding buildings had obviously seen better days: Many of them had collapsed into the street and blocked off roads.

It didn't take long for the atmosphere to settle in, but the horror of what truly happened in Iceland was still yet to be seen to it's full extent. At that time, a rustling came from all around in the buildings surrounding the group. "Is it them?" Came a voice over the radio. "Must be. I don't recognize them as MEF, MND, or MSF uniforms. These are our reinforcements." An emotionless voice answered. At that point, four young women emerged from their stakeout positions in the surrounding area and approached the group. This was Anvil Squad. The four women were obviously hardened warriors from their looks, and each had their own specialization. The CQB expert, the Assaulter, the Machine Gunner, and the Sniper. All four of them looked rather questioningly in their own way at the others, like how one surveyed an opponent. It was also noted that the sniper wore a rather different face mask that hid some facial scarring.

The sauriticanite squad said nothing, but the female Utahraptor Redclaw and male Utahraptor Bloodjaw looked at Anvil squad a little bit closely, Redclaw noticed the facial scarring

[Belavakia]

Tranquility
The boat operator pulled up to a small harbor. An odd mist had surrounded the port, but it did not cloud vision. It hung low around the ground, and gave the place a rather eerie feeling. The sky was a dead-like orange, filled with the ashes of burnt bodies, buildings, and practically anything else. It looked like someone had firebombed the area, only there wasn't any scorching around the city. An M1A2 Abrams tank sat off to the side, it's armor smeared with blood and it's turret slightly ajar from the ring. As the passengers were off-loaded and the boat turned out to friendly waters, it became clear of Anvil Squad's work. Bodies were strewn all over the place with the sniper's tell-tale mark of the hole through the head. But these bodies looked to have been rotting for some time, yet the hole was fresh. On top of that, they weren't wearing any modern military uniform, but what could be best described as World-War 2 era German fatigues. The surrounding buildings had obviously seen better days: Many of them had collapsed into the street and blocked off roads.

It didn't take long for the atmosphere to settle in, but the horror of what truly happened in Iceland was still yet to be seen to it's full extent. At that time, a rustling came from all around in the buildings surrounding the group. "Is it them?" Came a voice over the radio. "Must be. I don't recognize them as MEF, MND, or MSF uniforms. These are our reinforcements." An emotionless voice answered. At that point, four young women emerged from their stakeout positions in the surrounding area and approached the group. This was Anvil Squad. The four women were obviously hardened warriors from their looks, and each had their own specialization. The CQB expert, the Assaulter, the Machine Gunner, and the Sniper. All four of them looked rather questioningly in their own way at the others, like how one surveyed an opponent. It was also noted that the sniper wore a rather different face mask that hid some facial scarring.

Karelia doesn't really take notice to them. she just waits for someone to give orders.

[The Grey Wolf]

Ilsa woke up, clutching the bedsheets, her fingers numb. The cold, dreary air of the Senate burnt her lungs. She sighed, not wanting to get up. Depression filled her. Sometimes, all Ilsa wanted to do was take a revolver, the same recolver of her predecessor, press it against her temple, and press the trigger.

After some minutes of dreary contemplation, Ilsa finally got out of her bed, checking the clock on her nightstand. 12:00. She had overslept.

Ilsa threw off her pajamas and put on a dark grey shirt and dark green pants. She grabbed her boots, and put them on as she walked out of her room.

Walking down the stairs, she saw Generals Lupa and Erin standing, telephone in hand. Suspicion filled Ilsa and she marched over to the two. "Hail!" she exclaimed, saluting in the Roman fashion. The two responded in the same fashion.

"So what is going on?" Ilsa asked, noticing the disturbed expression on the two's face.

Lupa looked at Erin uncertainly. "We received a message from Hydronium's personification."

Ilsa raised an eyebrow. Was that all. "Was that all?"

Erin spoke, uncertainly. "No, ma'am. They need us to deploy troops post haste. The trouble is, our military is still rusty. Would they even be able to stand a chance?"

Ilsa felt like cursing the two. Idiots. "Of course they will," she spoke determinedly. "Send General McAleese to oversee the Invasion." McAleese had not been in combat for quite some time, and Ilsa despised her for the failures of the Afrikan Campaigns. But up against the Persians, maybe she should go easy on the redhaired general. In other operations, she had proved herself capable.

"Would you like to call him, confirm that we are sending troops?" Erin asked.

Ilsa sighed in exasperation. She grabbed the telephone and slammed it. "He'll find out soon enough." she growled, walking off to the kitchens.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Tranquility
The boat operator pulled up to a small harbor. An odd mist had surrounded the port, but it did not cloud vision. It hung low around the ground, and gave the place a rather eerie feeling. The sky was a dead-like orange, filled with the ashes of burnt bodies, buildings, and practically anything else. It looked like someone had firebombed the area, only there wasn't any scorching around the city. An M1A2 Abrams tank sat off to the side, it's armor smeared with blood and it's turret slightly ajar from the ring. As the passengers were off-loaded and the boat turned out to friendly waters, it became clear of Anvil Squad's work. Bodies were strewn all over the place with the sniper's tell-tale mark of the hole through the head. But these bodies looked to have been rotting for some time, yet the hole was fresh. On top of that, they weren't wearing any modern military uniform, but what could be best described as World-War 2 era German fatigues. The surrounding buildings had obviously seen better days: Many of them had collapsed into the street and blocked off roads.

It didn't take long for the atmosphere to settle in, but the horror of what truly happened in Iceland was still yet to be seen to it's full extent. At that time, a rustling came from all around in the buildings surrounding the group. "Is it them?" Came a voice over the radio. "Must be. I don't recognize them as MEF, MND, or MSF uniforms. These are our reinforcements." An emotionless voice answered. At that point, four young women emerged from their stakeout positions in the surrounding area and approached the group. This was Anvil Squad. The four women were obviously hardened warriors from their looks, and each had their own specialization. The CQB expert, the Assaulter, the Machine Gunner, and the Sniper. All four of them looked rather questioningly in their own way at the others, like how one surveyed an opponent. It was also noted that the sniper wore a rather different face mask that hid some facial scarring.

Nemesis-12 stayed silent and looked at Anvil,They were surprisedto see all female squad. Kami notice the one with the sca, She was a sniper like her but stayed silent she didn't want to make any of them mad.

[Daxe]

Vincent is happy. He founded a swiss bank.

"YES!! I WILL BE RICH!! WEALTHY!! HAHA!! How can I call my Bank? Swiss Bank? No... Helvetica Bank? Yes, it sounds good. And with the banking secrecy, Daxe will be extradevelopped!!!"

Daxe have now the Helvetica Bank

[Sauritican]

Lassie watched the program before switching to the news. A news reporter of Grey Wolf descent begins the newsstory in reporting that the country of Grey Wolf was celebrating Saur's death. Apparently, Saur was a miscegnator and had to die for the purity of the species.

---

"She holds a grudge against the Party, because of her arm." Martha said, remembering visiting her daughter in the hospital. It was amusing that the doctor mistook her as Esperanza's sister. Then she remembered when her daughter obtained the Fascist Party Card. Esperanza was now a member of the Party.

"How dare they, saur was a great leader, and his marriage to Pascha only helped strengthen us, purity of species, who cares about such a thing? Ay, I hate it when other countries don't understand that love is love, even if it's between two different members of different species." Cali said disgusted by the Grey Wolfian news

---

"I understand, Mexico once lost his tail to a country called Belavakia, still holds a small grudge against them, thankfully, I guess changing of worlds helped him regain his tail, I don't know about Esperana though."

[The Grey Wolf]

"How dare they, saur was a great leader, and his marriage to Pascha only helped strengthen us, purity of species, who cares about such a thing? Ay, I hate it when other countries don't understand that love is love, even if it's between two different members of different species." Cali said disgusted by the Grey Wolfian news

---

"I understand, Mexico once lost his tail to a country called Belavakia, still holds a small grudge against them, thankfully, I guess changing of worlds helped him regain his tail, I don't know about Esperana though."

Lassie didn't give her own input, just switched the channel to a hunting show.

Martha listened to what Katrina said. "I don't know, but I doubt it." was her reply.

[Sauritican]

Tranquility
The boat operator pulled up to a small harbor. An odd mist had surrounded the port, but it did not cloud vision. It hung low around the ground, and gave the place a rather eerie feeling. The sky was a dead-like orange, filled with the ashes of burnt bodies, buildings, and practically anything else. It looked like someone had firebombed the area, only there wasn't any scorching around the city. An M1A2 Abrams tank sat off to the side, it's armor smeared with blood and it's turret slightly ajar from the ring. As the passengers were off-loaded and the boat turned out to friendly waters, it became clear of Anvil Squad's work. Bodies were strewn all over the place with the sniper's tell-tale mark of the hole through the head. But these bodies looked to have been rotting for some time, yet the hole was fresh. On top of that, they weren't wearing any modern military uniform, but what could be best described as World-War 2 era German fatigues. The surrounding buildings had obviously seen better days: Many of them had collapsed into the street and blocked off roads.

It didn't take long for the atmosphere to settle in, but the horror of what truly happened in Iceland was still yet to be seen to it's full extent. At that time, a rustling came from all around in the buildings surrounding the group. "Is it them?" Came a voice over the radio. "Must be. I don't recognize them as MEF, MND, or MSF uniforms. These are our reinforcements." An emotionless voice answered. At that point, four young women emerged from their stakeout positions in the surrounding area and approached the group. This was Anvil Squad. The four women were obviously hardened warriors from their looks, and each had their own specialization. The CQB expert, the Assaulter, the Machine Gunner, and the Sniper. All four of them looked rather questioningly in their own way at the others, like how one surveyed an opponent. It was also noted that the sniper wore a rather different face mask that hid some facial scarring.

Nemesis-12 stayed silent and looked at Anvil,They were surprised to see all female squad. Kami notice the one with the scar, She was a sniper like her but stayed silent she didn't want to make any of them mad.

"Well, we might as well have introductions so we know who we're working with, da?" Bloodjaw said. The female sergeant nodded, "Yes, I think so, well, I shall begin by introducing my squad, I am Belinda Gonalez, sergeant of squad 420." she points to the male human, " He is Ivan Hernandez, PFC." then to Bloodjaw, "Bloodjaw Escalas Carmesí, PFC." then finally to Redclaw, "she is Redclaw Cuetzpalli, Corporal."

Lassie didn't give her own input, just switched the channel to a hunting show.

Martha listened to what Katrina said. "I don't know, but I doubt it." was her reply.

Cali walks to the kitchen

---

"Yeah, I guess." Katrina said, then "Well, at least the three of us are together."

[The Grey Wolf]

Nemesis-12 stayed silent and looked at Anvil,They were surprised to see all female squad. Kami notice the one with the scar, She was a sniper like her but stayed silent she didn't want to make any of them mad.

"Well, we might as well have introductions so we know who we're working with, da?" Bloodjaw said. The female sergeant nodded, "Yes, I think so, well, I shall begin by introducing my squad, I am Belinda Gonalez, sergeant of squad 420." she points to the male human, " He is Ivan Hernandez, PFC." then to Bloodjaw, "Bloodjaw Escalas Carmesí, PFC." then finally to Redclaw, "she is Redclaw Cuetzpalli, Corporal."

Lassie didn't give her own input, just switched the channel to a hunting show.

Martha listened to what Katrina said. "I don't know, but I doubt it." was her reply.

Cali walks to the kitchen

---

"Yeah, I guess." Katrina said, then "Well, at least the three of us are together."

Lassie followed her. For some reason she felt a fondness for Cali. Maybe it was because she was so nice to her.

---

"Indeed."Martha started nibbling on Katrina's neck.

[Sauritican]

"Well, we might as well have introductions so we know who we're working with, da?" Bloodjaw said. The female sergeant nodded, "Yes, I think so, well, I shall begin by introducing my squad, I am Belinda Gonalez, sergeant of squad 420." she points to the male human, " He is Ivan Hernandez, PFC." then to Bloodjaw, "Bloodjaw Escalas Carmesí, PFC." then finally to Redclaw, "she is Redclaw Cuetzpalli, Corporal."

Cali walks to the kitchen

---

"Yeah, I guess." Katrina said, then "Well, at least the three of us are together."

Lassie followed her. For some reason she felt a fondness for Cali. Maybe it was because she was so nice to her.

---

"Indeed."Martha started nibbling on Katrina's neck.

"You want anything to eat?" Cali asked

---

Katrina begins laughing

[Hydronium]

Ilsa woke up, clutching the bedsheets, her fingers numb. The cold, dreary air of the Senate burnt her lungs. She sighed, not wanting to get up. Depression filled her. Sometimes, all Ilsa wanted to do was take a revolver, the same recolver of her predecessor, press it against her temple, and press the trigger.

After some minutes of dreary contemplation, Ilsa finally got out of her bed, checking the clock on her nightstand. 12:00. She had overslept.

Ilsa threw off her pajamas and put on a dark grey shirt and dark green pants. She grabbed her boots, and put them on as she walked out of her room.

Walking down the stairs, she saw Generals Lupa and Erin standing, telephone in hand. Suspicion filled Ilsa and she marched over to the two. "Hail!" she exclaimed, saluting in the Roman fashion. The two responded in the same fashion.

"So what is going on?" Ilsa asked, noticing the disturbed expression on the two's face.

Lupa looked at Erin uncertainly. "We received a message from Hydronium's personification."

Ilsa raised an eyebrow. Was that all. "Was that all?"

Erin spoke, uncertainly. "No, ma'am. They need us to deploy troops post haste. The trouble is, our military is still rusty. Would they even be able to stand a chance?"

Ilsa felt like cursing the two. Idiots. "Of course they will," she spoke determinedly. "Send General McAleese to oversee the Invasion." McAleese had not been in combat for quite some time, and Ilsa despised her for the failures of the Afrikan Campaigns. But up against the Persians, maybe she should go easy on the redhaired general. In other operations, she had proved herself capable.

"Would you like to call him, confirm that we are sending troops?" Erin asked.

Ilsa sighed in exasperation. She grabbed the telephone and slammed it. "He'll find out soon enough." she growled, walking off to the kitchens.

The Hydronium-Southwest Hydronium border was destabilized. Again. Guerilla forces from the Southwest penetrated the swiftly collapsing DMZ, and were wreaking havoc all across the Borderlands, or so they were called. The main forces were being pushed back farther and farther, and the Wolfian (?) troops needed to arrive soon for the plan to work. Even against a superpower, Hydronium could hold it's own pugnaciously.

"Sir, we lost another town!" A military messenger said. Ian looked over at him, and then reassured him. "As long as at least 1 Shard is in tact, we will win!" He said, diabolically. But everyone knew that if the troops didn't arrive soon, they were doomed in this lifetime.

[Monfrox]

Anvil Squad looked at each other. "Should we?" The sniper asked. "It's what they want." The CQB expert started off. "I'm Sergeant Valentina Richter. This is Staff Sergeant Amanda Fresk," The one with the blonde pony tail waved and gave a toothy grin. "Sergeant First Class Mary Rell." The one with the long brown hair and toting an MG21E gave a soft smile. "And Lieutenant.....uhm....." Valentina looked to Amanda. "She never did give us her name, even in training, didn't she?" The sniper spoke up. "No, I just never wanted you to know my name." She said in a flat, emotionless tone. "Well we do have nicknames." She pointed to Valentina. "Razor." Then to Amanda. "Scorcher." To Mary. "Shellshock." Then to herself, but Valentina caught her. "Shadow." She nodded and looked to the others. "Smile when you see the gun flash."

As she spoke, Shellshock grabbed out a map and laid it on the ground. Several areas were marked off. "Here's the deal. We've lost most of our men in here, so we're the only ones operating in any capacity in here right now. Our objective is to locate what command deemed the Sagarmatha relic, which appears to be the cause of all this. It's in three pieces. We find the pieces, bring them together, and hopefully end this plague. Any questions? If not, our first lead on a piece is a well-known museum just North of here. Supposedly there's either a piece there, or a clue on where we can find it and the others." She said as she drew her finger along the planned route.

[Lancearc]

Anvil Squad looked at each other. "Should we?" The sniper asked. "It's what they want." The CQB expert started off. "I'm Sergeant Valentina Richter. This is Staff Sergeant Amanda Fresk," The one with the blonde pony tail waved and gave a toothy grin. "Sergeant First Class Mary Rell." The one with the long brown hair and toting an MG21E gave a soft smile. "And Lieutenant.....uhm....." Valentina looked to Amanda. "She never did give us her name, even in training, didn't she?" The sniper spoke up. "No, I just never wanted you to know my name." She said in a flat, emotionless tone. "Well we do have nicknames." She pointed to Valentina. "Razor." Then to Amanda. "Scorcher." To Mary. "Shellshock." Then to herself, but Valentina caught her. "Shadow." She nodded and looked to the others. "Smile when you see the gun flash."

As she spoke, Shellshock grabbed out a map and laid it on the ground. Several areas were marked off. "Here's the deal. We've lost most of our men in here, so we're the only ones operating in any capacity in here right now. Our objective is to locate what command deemed the Sagarmatha relic, which appears to be the cause of all this. It's in three pieces. We find the pieces, bring them together, and hopefully end this plague. Any questions? If not, our first lead on a piece is a well-known museum just North of here. Supposedly there's either a piece there, or a clue on where we can find it and the others." She said as she drew her finger along the planned route.

"Perhaps things simply work differently here, but...I would be most grateful if someone could explain to me how piecing together this odd little relic will somehow put an end to a plague which has apparently been a problem for some time." West replied near immediately. As it stood it all seemed extremely silly to him, a waste of time and resources going about carrying out this objective which, for all he knew, was a lost cause from the start. There certainly wasn't much evidence to back up what these women were proposing to him to begin with.