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Himeji Island, Yellow Ocean
Lieutenant Nayoro shielded his face as they exited the cargo aircraft. It was in the middle of the afternoon already. Nayoro and his men had spent the last several hours cooped up in a cramped cargo plane. The Lieutenant and his men were part of a regiment sent to reinforce the Himeji Island. The Himeji Island was of high strategic value. It housed several air wings and a naval detachment. It was also home of Drone Command, the division that would oversee the operation of Unmanned Aerial Vehicles. The island would serve as the first line of defense, despite being only a few hundred miles away from the mainland.
Before being used as a military stronghold, the island was a tourist hotspot. Here tourists from throughout Europeia would explore the thick jungles and admire the island's beautiful beaches. But in the 1970s, the military High Command realized that the island was in a great location. For the next two decades, the military would begin a massive construction project. Their goal was to turn this marvel of nature into a fortress. And they were successful. The entire island had become barren. The world famous jungles had been razed to the ground. It was replaced by tons and tons of concrete and steel. The island was now dominated by runways, barracks and armories. Not even the caves would remain untouched. The military had outfitted the caves with concrete and steel and used the caves as a makeshift bunker.
Nayoro had never wanted to serve in the military. He had always been extremely intelligent and fared well in school. But he had come from a poor family of farmers and could not pay for college. But he was visited by an Army recruiter one day. He was aware of his predicament and dangled a scholarship over his head. All he would have to do is agree to take Officer's Training after college. It all seemed so enticing at the time. To go to the college of his dreams, he would only have to serve in the military for four years. But it was complete hell from the beginning. After graduating from college, he was sent off to Officer's Training. Here he would be both physically and mentally scarred by abusive instructors. Right after he completed training he was sent out for a year to the dangerous Occupied Territories. During his tour, he would lose his entire platoon to enemy forces and be taken hostage. He returned home for a period of R&R, but this would be cut short. War had been declared and he was being called back to duty.
He looked at the faces of his men. They were all unfamiliar to him. Each and everyone of his men were fresh from training. They all looked like they had just graduated from Secondary School. His hopes of surviving this war were being diminished. How were they going to fight a professional army with a bunch of inexperienced conscripts. He pitied them at the same time. Many of them clearly didn't want to be here. All of this was being forced upon them.
Nayoro looked around and took in his surroundings. It looked pretty similar to the other bases he had been stationed in. There were storage rooms, barracks and armories. He also managed to spot a baseball field in the distance. They proceeded to the Commanding Officer's quarters to receive further instruction. He gave some basic information about the base and showed the Lieutenant and his men to their quarters. They were practically identical to the ones in training. He lied his head upon the rock hard bed and closed his eyes. But he couldn't fall asleep. He knew that the enemy was coming for them and this petrified him.
