Capt. Marcus Brayfield, High Above Altaguay
Since the Albatanian Expeditionary Forces had been inducted into the Kamooko Defence Command, the KDC had decided it was in the alliance's interest to reinforce the existing Albatanian garrison in Altaguay. Recent reports of airspace infractions by the FASC and the presence of Vilhalan PMCs on the payroll of local corporations have made the alliance nervous. And with hostile shows of force near a nation under informal KP protection, it was now time for the KDC to display its own muscle and assure the people of Altaguay that their defenders would be as committed as ever to their protection.
The captain looked around the dim UC-130 aircraft, at the Green Union Loyalist soldiers packed around the precariously stacked supplies. Capt. Brayfield had been told he would be making do with just the one old Hercules for his mission in Altaguay, given that most of the RLAF aircraft were still in the Green Union. This one still bore the proofs of its daring escape south, from bullet holes in the fuselage to the constant smell of fuel leakage to an odd mechanical grinding from the right engine that no ground crew had gotten around yet to fixing. But despite that it was still an RLAF plane with an RLAF crew, and that was enough for Marc.
"Beginning our descent," the co-pilot called from the cockpit, "might be a bit rough!"
And so it was that after a short and mildly terrifying spat of sputtering engines and noxious gases filling the cabin the transport plane finally set down on a short grassy airstrip outside the Albatanian base. The soldiers pried open the doors and hopped down to see who was there to meet them.
