Empire on Fire Chapter 1: In The Flesh (Ausozera only, IC)

[Reuss-Lippe]

Rattean Embassy
Bögt, Donner Land

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As Day was turning into Dusk, activity inside the Rattean embassy was beginning to die down. With the last helicopter making evacuations off the ground, staff began setting up rooms for the remaining civilians who could not get onto the evacuations which took place earlier in the day. Standing at his window overlooking the front gates of the embassy, Ambassador Jonas Weisz watched as his staff moved objects back and forth from different facilities around the embassy. Taking a swig from his flask, Jonas noticed something in the sky. Coming from deep inside the city was a larger tower of smoke, upon seeing the smoke Jonas began to worry. He had realized that the two helicopters he sent out to retrieve the Kaisarine and her daughter had not updated him in a hour or two, letting his worrisome thoughts get the best of him, Jonas began rushing down to the communications room. Entering the room, Jonas was met with a officer who whispered something to him, with a angry reaction Jonas stormed out of room and mustered up as many non-active duty guards and personnel he could. The mustered up squad of 12 men where to be loaded up on a Tpz fuchs and taken to the crash site, one of the men of the 12 sized squad was Corporal Johannes Bonath who had previously participated in "siege" against the embassy. Johannes took the spot of gunner, while driving through the city, Johannes saw many things he would remember for a long time.....
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Command Ship RNS Westerholt
International Waters between MB Randgriz and Donner Land

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Following behind those on land, the naval exercise taking place in international water halted for the night. Admiral Lowe , who was head of the exercise was overlooking a map in his office when a knock was heard at his door. Allowing whoever it was to walk in, he was greeted by a sailor. "Sir, a UH-60 just flew in with a casualty." said the sailor standing at attention. "A casualty ? we have not even fired the guns yet." replied the Admiral, getting up from his seat. "Not a casualty from the exercise sir, it's a casualty from Donner Land." the sailor said back to the captain, "apparently its royalty sir" added the sailor. The Admiral put down this pen and walked out the room, allowing the sailor to follow behind. Walking onto the helipad, they were met by doctors who were holding a women on a stretcher. "Sir, we are going to need a medical room, the unionist Princess Historia is in severe need of medical attention" Yelled the doctor, hoping he could be heard among the sounds of the helicopter behind them. Grabbing the Sailor, Admiral Lowe ordered him to lead them to the medical room and to take 5 doctors with him. Following orders, the sailor walked, behind him followed the medical staff onboard the helicopter. A hour had passed and the doctors were halfway into their operate on Historia, while the operation was going on the lead surgeon took a break to speak with the admiral about historia's situation. "I am hoping for some good news doctor." said the admiral, sitting down in his chair and staring at the surgeon. Taking off his mask and gloves, the doctor began to speak. "I am afraid there is none, Princess Historia is slowly dying. She is broken, if we continue doing surgery she may improve, but it would only increase her survival rate by 10 percent at most" said the doctor throwing away his gloves. "Get out" said the admiral with no emotion, "Don't f*cking come back to me until you have a result, whether it be good or bad" added the admiral, ordering the doctor to go back and continue surgery. following orders the doctor turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. In a fit of rage, the admiral grabbed a nearby shot glass and threw it at the closed door, causing the glass to break in a multitude of tiny pieces.

[Union Of Autocratic Empires]

Bögt, Donner Land

As the grip of her captor lost its strength, the Kaisarine made a run for freedom and sped towards a dark alley, running away from the increasing numbers of heavily armed operators, not stoping when she heard the thunderous explosions of gunfire. She continued running fir a few minutes, until the adrenaline surge from the fight stopped and her injury started being much more noticeable. While the injury itself wasn't life threatening, she could not go through the streets of Bögt with an injured arm; while the cover of the night would most probably protect her from curious eyes, roaming around an hostile enviroment while bleeding to death was downright suicidal, so she stopped to tend to her wound, ripping a small fragment off her borrowed skirt after having cleaned it with some water. As she did this, she could not stop thinking about the events that had transpired in the last day. Should she have seen this coming? True, in this case, she wasn't in charge of security, but she still felt responsible for what had happened to Historia. She had never seen her so scared in her entire life, and the blood stains she had left in her dress were a grim remainder she was alone, scared and injured, and there was nothing she could do for her nor her valkyrias.

That was the worst part, feeling so powerless to do anything to aleviate her daughter's pain. Just like with her sister, so long ago.

Stop it, she thought to herself as she applied force to the improvised bandage around her arm. Historia is not Astrid. She will make it out of this, she is a strong girl. Stronger than you yourself. She smiled when she remembered that time she cut her foot with a large shard of glass and did not cry, back when she was only seven. Silk hiding steel.

After finishing tending to her wounds, the Liyomesse stood up and continued her way after picking up a pipe to reinforce her cover as "hero of Donner Land"; as far as passersby knew, she was just another concerned citizen doing her part on making Donner Land great again. Her anonimity allowed her to roam the streets of Bögt peacefully, which she found bizarrely beatiful; there were some leftovers from the horrors of earlier in the day, but the city had a beauty she could not help but admire. The cold temperatures were familiar and reminded her of Mother Liyom, but it also felt different, with its own spirit, making roaming through the streets a hauntingly beautiful yet terrifyingly horrendous experience, considering what was her situatuion. It was a pity she couldn't have done this walk alongside Historia, because for all its faults, Donner Land was still a beautiful country, and its people were still her cousins.

By now, it was obvious the Union would mobilize; the events taking place all around the country were an affront to the core tenets of her nation, and her husband would not take kindly to Voy's brutality. She just hoped he was okay, and that her and her daughter's presence in Donner Land would not make him do something foolish. She loved that man to death, but he could sometimes do some awful things if pushed enough. She wondered where he was, but could not continue pondering, as a car stopped right in front of her. For a few seconds, she stood completely still, holding her provisional weapon tighter, in case she had to eventually use it.

Her heartbeat accelerated as the back door opened.

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Like before, Princess Historia found herself in a much bigger body than usual; this time, though, she felt tired, slowly catching her breath as all her lowered head could see was grass. She felt heavy, but not as much as last time, and there were no more people dying around her. A long wooden stick laid in front of her, as if she had dropped it, and an unconcious man was lying in front of her, a few meters in front of her, still smaller than herself. As she looked up, she saw what seemed to be a sizable group of Liyomesse-looking people, dressed in somewhat archaic clothes. They were staring at her with a mixture of fear and admiration. She was wondering what had just happened, when mouths she wasn't saying came out of her mouth. They sounded like Finnish, but much different, even though she could understand them.

"My sisters! Come join me!", she yelled, arms extended. "Together we are stronger! We shall claim what is rightfully ours from the northern invaders! Europa belongs to us!" There were a few seconds of silence, until someone screamed. "We shall join you! Drive back the devils from the sea!" Before she could find out who the "devils from the sea" were, another scream broke the silence, followed by loud cheering. "LONG LIVE HIGH QUEEN KAIJA! LONG LIVE THE MOUNTANI!"

Suddenly, she was snapped back to the world as her lungs started working again, gasping for air.

Portean Mother Base

As the Portean left the room, the former captain of the Unionist Army was left alone, dumbfounded. She had been used for so long to be above the rank of liutenant, she had forgotten how she was supposed to treat her. Somewhat stunned, the woman left the lunchroom, and prepared for her scolding. To say she was embarrased would be an understatement.

"Sir", approached a young man, wearing the Unionist uniform. "Your fireteam has arrived." The corporal asked for clarification, and was informed the other half of her squad could not get there on time.

What a great way to start the day, she thought to herself, as she went to meet her squad and go inform her liutenant.

[Urran]

Soraught, Donner Land

It was mostly quiet along the stretch of beach near the Donnish port city. The sun had just set over the area. Fires burned in some areas, but they were miles away. Most of the rioters were within the city center it seemed, preoccupied with exiling foreigners. However, they could not oust the Urranese Naval Infantry.

Several large armored vehicles rumbled out of the waves, finally making land fall. Their headlights were switched off. The drives, gunners, and infantry soldiers all had night vision goggles and the vehicles were equipped with infrared sites and cameras. After the vehicles had cleared the surf, they made their way for a road. Using GPS, they could then find their lumbering way towards the city center. The only problem was, there was a fence between the beach and the road.

That, however, was not going to stop the APC's from getting safely ahsore. No, they simply pushed through the chain link, flattening the fence to the ground. The, the vehicles found the road and began advancing single file down the road. An IFV was at the head, as well as one at the rear to provide protection for the other vehicles.

Within an hour they had penetrated the main city outskirts under cover of night. So far so good. The operation to evacuate foreigners and pro foreign Donnish alike had officially begun.

[Free Asian Ports]

Bogt

K101 tilted her head to the side while observing the situation. "My, what a debacle we have here. I should've arrived sooner" she said. Behind her, the other hatches on the APC opened and the other two SF soldiers jumped out and brought their SAR-21s to bear. They didn't make any overtly threatening movements, though. You can't catch prey by scaring it. They patiently waited on K101 for orders. As trigger happy as Porteans were known to be, the better trained forces tended to show a bit more restraint.

The gunfire was what had gotten them riled up in the first place. You wouldn't jump into hot water without clothes on, so it didn't hurt to be at least a little cautious about the situation. Hence the guns.

"Now can we get our marbles together before we kill each other pointlessly? We all have the same objective, so we should work together or something. I know it's cliche, but life is like that. So put those pig sticks away before someone gets a booboo."

Brash words, coming from someone so relaxed about the situation. A real risk, but BA's never cared about risk. Expendability does that to a person. She'd just barely missed the Kaisarine, but the situation at hand had to be dealt with before they could chase around queens and whatnot. Handling situations like this isn't a BA's strong suit (they generally preferred to solve standoffs with lots of gunfire) but K101 would give it her best try. It's a goddamn Equatorian standoff here, isn't it? she thought.

"If we'll all just calm down, we can pick up our buddies and continue with our lives. And missions too" she said, hoping to assuage the crowd. She got that last line from an old movie, but she hoped nobody would notice.

[United Azen Tribes]

In one of the cities of Donnerland that was close to the border and to the seas, Donnerland

Nightmares. Nightmares were the most common experiences for Azen Arch Angels. And for the rest of the Azen military and anybody who was in it before. Nightmares came easily and they almost always made their way into the hearts of Azen soldiers, former or current, old or new, young or old, male or female, they came to anybody, anytime and anywhere. Nightmares. They always make their way through.

Rahatiel was at the open doorway of the common room of an apartment that was owned by an Azulnish and full of Azulnish and other Azens who began to live in Donnerland. She was wearing an old uniform, an old helmet, an old shemagh, an old pair of sunglasses and an old pair of boots. One of the Arch Angels in the common room dressing into their retired uniforms and gear and equipment tossed to Rahatiel a new pair of boots. The ex-Arch Angel said to the other

"Wear these. I just got them for you."

Rahatiel nodded and smiled at her. She smiled back and Rahatiel, the captain of the other Arch Angels here, all of them a squad of eight Arch Angels, took off her old boots, left them there and put on her new ones.

These old Arch Angels were able to keep their old things. They made it from Azenyanistan to Donnerland after they quit the Azen military. Now, they were going to use them again soon. Meanwhile, the Azulnish residents and the other Azen residents of the apartment were packing their things and getting to the common room as well. While the rest of the Arch Angels were either getting ready or talking to the civilians, Rahatiel sighed as she whispered to herself

"New Ausozera is addicted to wars. Sure, they're inevitable but that addiction has got to stop someday. Oh well...time to have more nightmares again."

Once everyone was ready, Rahatiel was given the floor and she spoke to them all

"All right. I know the violence is still not so bad but we're doing something right now. If we do this too late, then many more will die.

I know all of you are scared. And I know all of you have lost someone or some people. But we're not going to weather this or die like sheep now. And we're not going to let the Ulianish and the rest of those racist Donnish killers and their associates get us or the rest of the people who came here to live with them. I don't care that they are hostile but I care now. They're hostile and they're acting on their hostility. I will not allow that and you don't want this either. Survival is the ultimate reason why we will fight or flee this land now.

The first thing we have to do is to get out of this area. We'll make our way to the radio station that one of my friends owns and has barricaded and gotten ready. Then we'll send out a message to all Azenish and Azulnish people all over Donnerland if we can to tell them that we're going to fight for our lives and get out of this place. If they really want us dead, they'll have to work really hard. And if they want us out, sure, let's get out. But with their guns and their hate? Let's make them realize that they've violated their own humanity.

Again, we'll get out, make our way to the radio station, send out a message to the rest of our kind then we'll fight back and get out of here. We will also try to make contact with the Azen embassy and the other embassies and anybody who is going to help stop the violence. Any questions?"

Silence.

Rahatiel nodded and said "All right. Everyone, check all of your things again. Weapons and ammo are the most important as well as food and water and extra clothes. I also want the civilians to be able to fight back if they really have to. If not guns, then knives, batons, whatever you can use to beat anyone who tries to harm you or your loved ones."

At once, the Arch Angels approached Rahatiel and while talking with one another about their roles, Rahatiel stepped out of the room to whisper yet again

"I'm sick and tired of this. But I have to put that away. These people have to get out alive. And I have to help them."

Then she glanced at them. She thought to herself

"Men, women and little, little children. I can't just let them die. Not like in Azenyanistan. Not like that again."

Then she looked outside, wondering about the fates of the rest and wondering if others have taken the lead like her, convincing the Azulnish and the Azens in Donnerland to fight for their own survival.

[Empire of Donner land]

Bögt, Donner Land

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A bleak and dark interior only dimly lit up as they passed the white street lamps in the now rather abandoned streets of Bögt as night set and the noir sky almost void of stars save for dim spots of light one had to strain to see. A single man rode in the back surrounded by leather interior, within a small Limousine. He only shared it with a single Woman who only looked down wearing a black dress, seeming dead if it weren't for the slight movement of their chest. Voy stared at Her, as if studying them, his head slightly tilted. A Security Officer just opposite of Her looked at Voy quizzically, rather confused but turned his attention else where. Voy looked down to his left as a small child wearing casual street clothes shyly looked away from him out the window sitting next to the Head of State. Voy felt the vehicle turn and brake, he adjusted his clothes and fixed his hair casually.

The Limo stopped on the side if the road as they reached their moving destination that seemed to have slowed down now. He opened the door and climbed out calmly, the cold biting night air hitting him. He turned to the Woman he had been looking for.

"Evening, Kaisarine. Are you enjoying my Country?" He laughed a bit, as if greeting a friend, his breath condensing as he spoke "I'm sorry, our country. I hear you're part Ulianish." He took a step forward keeping the door open behind him. "I have to say. I'm sorry things had to be this way. But I can not let the Foreign Enemy so easily get into this land." He took out a small object out of his coat, small and black, an easily identifiable VPD-45 and pulled the slide back loading a round in the camber, the click echoing in the streets.

Voy walked backwards and to the open door pulling something out and the sound of struggling was heard as he pulled the Child out and placed them in front of himself. The Boy seemed to have gave in and simply stood there silent looking at the Kaisarine as a cold object was put the side of his head. "I've read many stories about you, Kaisarine. Your work with children is admirable, I know you very much care for your own daughter as any Mother should. A pity Princess Historia was injured, but those are the casualties of war, you of all people should know that." He flicked the safety off with a click, and began to squeeze trigger slowly and release it, torturing them both. The sound of moving parts within the gun making the Child shake, he was darker skinned, a clear sign of being Azulnish. "Clearly, you would not allow a child to die because of a mistake. So I wouldn't make one if I were you." He warned.

As he ended his sentence a armored truck, an MRAP, turned into into the street parking behind Sigbritt. "Kaisarine, do you know why I do what I do?" Voy asked. "For decades, centuries, millenia, the Ulianish have had to live with other people, inferior races, on this continent. In that time they've had to defend themselves against them. The Foreigners. We've been attacked by everyone, my family attacked by Foreigners, the country under attack constantly from you... People." He said with venom. "We've sat under your boot, and housed them, for far too long." He said dissapointedly, shaking his head. "We've only defended ourselves. Never on the attack. It's now that I change that."

Soldiers dismounted from behind Sigbritt, clad in full combat gear. One with handcuffs kicked the Kaisarine from under her legs onto her knees, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her, cuffing her hands together. "Kaisarine, you're under arrest for inciting rebellion and espionage as well as plotting the Azulnish terror attack that took the lives of many not long ago, the punishment is life imprisonment." He placed the gun in his coat now knowing he was safe. "Executive order." He grinned. He put the Child back into the Limo and someone else pulling him in keeping him from running away. Voy walked up to the Kaisarine, kneeling down to eye level and grabbing her by the mouth and face to hold her head still harshly.

"You're not Ulianish, not one of us. You're a disgusting foreign wretch." He spat, almost animal like in a whispered rage. "I'll finally have revenge. And you'll be the example of what I plan to do to every Sovarich mongrel on this very continent. I'm restoring the country to what it should be, and returning it's lands by sword and sword alone." Voy snarled, jerking her head away violently as he got up onto his feet and cleaning his hand on his coat, batting it against his clothing like he had accidentally touched some dirty animal. "It's been a pleasure knowing you Kaisarine, truly." He said politely as the Soldier placed a black sack over her head, tieing it shut.

"We didn't start the fire, Kaisarine, it was always burning within all Ulianish, I simply made them realize it like I did when i was just a child. Ever since the world has been turning, it's been there." he said calmly as the Soldiers put her inside the Limousine and secured her to the seat next to the Child. Voy climbed in and sat where the Woman in the dress had been, now gone. Voy looked cautiously for her but to no avail, he simply relaxed as the Convoy moved forward. The Limo flanked on both sides, front and back, by heavy vehicles carrying troops. They sailed on under the dark night, straight to the Capital Building. Sirens sounded across the city like wails of the coming apocalypse, notifying of the start of Martial Law and the change of a country.

As the Limo moved on he felt a sense of accomplishment. He felt as if he was finally on the track to doing good for his people, and avenging the Voy family.

"You've done good, son" Voy heard, but not sure from where, he simply felt comforted. "You've done good..."

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Crash Site, Bögt

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"If we'll all just calm down, we can pick up our buddies and continue with our lives. And missions too" the Portean said.

"The Objective got away and you were too late. We have wounded now." Jeerne said nodding his head to the alley in question. "It's turning night, we don't have time." Jeerne added walking towards the group. "I suppose for the greater good, if it even exists, we can work with you Foreigners. Just say out of our way, fixing this is our Job." Jeerne said plainly. "I suggest we get out of the country. We can't do anything. By tomorrow Voy is going to declare war on the entire continent and through that the world." He said to both the Esgonians and Porteans. "We'll take the wounded out of that helicopter too. We were going to but, we didn't have enough room."

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Sauraght, Donner Land

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The small checkpoint manned by a small platoon stood ready as an IFV rolled down the street. The slumbering troops awoke and ran to their positions at the first yell of the Urranese arrival. They knew their orders, "Do not fire unless fired upon or they try to get through." They simply raised their weapons and prepared to fire incase they would try and run through. A Lieutenant made his way forward and raised his hand with a stopping signal. If they didn't he'd give the order to fire. He wasn't partial to how things were going in his country, but orders were orders, this saddened him but it was what he had to do.

[United Azen Tribes]

Light In The Black

(THE STREETS OF RAHATIELS CITY OF RESIDENCE, DONNERLAND, EARLY MORNING)

Caravans. Leading over 50 people to safety through the empty streets of this city reminded me of caravans. The old caravans of Azenyanistan. I always loved reading about caravans from the history of my homeland. Caravans. They were large groups of people, animals or so what going from one place to another through deserts. If not that, they went together in a single file.

The air was cold and so was the rest of what all living things shared in Donnerland. It was early morning, we left the apartments when the sun was still not yet as bright as it would be in the morning or in the noon back in Azenyanistan. I was at the front of the line, leading the women and children while the men surrounded them and the men were surrounded by my sisters and by those who were former Azen Civil Protection officers or were former members of the military of our old republics. But to me, I fought for only one republic, one nation, one government, one world: The last Rebublic of Azenyanistan, led first by Sadisia then by Oasis then by Asyah... The Last Republic. The Old Republic.

Of course, I knew that I and my sisters and those who joined us were not enough to protect these people. Sooner or later, the streets we will soon travel through will slowly fill with hostile Donnish people. People who were the locals, the natives of this land. People who are angry at foreigners and people who mix with them. People who are angry at those who are different from them. Just like in the past but this was worse. And I knew it was worse because I never thought the Donnish would just go crazy against my own kind and the other minorities. But I had to have thought about that. I just didn't pay too much attention to their ultranationalism, to their hatred, to what was boiling and going on in their hearts.

When we got closer to the radio station, I heard voices in the square. I stopped and the rest of us stopped with me. I turned around, nodded to Araqiel ur Miles, the daughter of an Azen and a foreigner from a land which I cannot remember, and she came to me. The women and children whispered amongst themselves about why I stopped but the men were quiet and so were my sisters. Araqiel nodded to me back and said to me quietly in a way that only I heard her and barely so

"Why are we stopping?"

"I heard voices. Voices in the square. We have to find another way to the radio station. I think there's an alley that will lead you all to another way. Meanwhile, I will have to check the square out. If I am right, then the Donnish who want us dead are there, getting ready to look for us and end our lives." I said to her in the same way as she spoke to me. Araqiels purple eyes looked up at me. I thought they asked me if I was serious.

So I said "I'm not kidding, Araqiel. We have to find another way while I check it out."

Araqiel then was silent then she nodded and she returned to the people, whispering to the rest of our sisters about what I said. My sisters then discreetly told the people to get up and follow them quietly into the alley. As they did, I gulped and wiped away a little sweat from my forehead. I thought that checking the square out might be a bad idea and I thought sending them through an alternate way was bad too. But it could just be my fear again. I had a temporary reputation because of my fear but Killjoy got rid of that for me. Thank the Grand Creator for her.

But then again, it's what I have to do. I have to check it out.

I lifted my old rifle and checked the chamber and the safety. It was okay but I flipped the safety off and got on both feet and called Liel and Umabel to me. They nodded once they got to me and I told them

"Go with me. We'll check the square out."

They nodded again and I prowled my way into the openness, the two of my sisters right behind me, their weapons raised along with mine, scanning for threats.

I was right. I saw 10...no, 25 Donnish men with weapons in the square. I saw that they had either their fists or torches and other tools that they took with them to do what tools were not suppose to do. I took a deep breath as the three of us prowled our way behind a wall. There, we listened to them. But all I knew was that they talked about us, they talked about the apartment we lived in and about the radio station. Shit, they knew about the radio station. Even with the barricades and the preparations my friend told me about, these men are not going to be alone. And if they had guns...it will not be good. Liel stared at me and Umabel looked like she was going to be traumatized by what they will do. I wondered what my face looked like as we listened to them. I pointed with my entire left hand at Liels recorder and she nodded before she turned it on and began recording the voices. If anyone is going to want evidence or if anyone is going to ask us why we shot first if we did, then the proof will be in Liels recorder.

Then as we were there, I looked at the crowd I was leading. My sisters were escorting them, waving them through into the alley as they kept looking around for threats or at me for the sake of their spirits. They nodded at me and when the last ones got through, they followed them and disappeared. Liel told me

"What do you want to do, Captain? It's your call."

I glanced at her and then made a quick peek at the men again. They were no match for us with their weapons for now. But I'll never shake the feeling that they'll replace them with better weapons. I was about to tell my sisters what we will do to them when I heard a familiar voice whisper to us

"Rahatiel, w-what are you doing here?"

It was Radagaheg. A Donnish police officer with the suffix "Heg" and an old friend. He still had that shaved hair and that very pale skin that told me he was Ulianish. Ulianish...the ones who want Ehgtuians, Wulkeno and the other minorities...especially the Azulnish and Azens dead. The ones who want me and my neighbors and my sisters dead.

I stood up, approached him swiftly and took him by the collar of his uniform and said quietly but with my heart boiling as it did when I finally knew that Donnerland was going to give in to her more violent feelings

"If YOU are going to go over there and tell them that we're here, then I will not consider you and I will shoot you and I will make sure you are dead. Did you kill anyone now? Did you harm anyone? Are you with them? Answer me or I will shoot you, coward."

Radagahegs breathing was fast and with the same fear I was once known for. But I made my hold greater and his body began to tremble. His hand never made it to his weapon because I took it in my other hand and made him feel how painful it can be for an Arch Angel to crush the hand of another. He may be a man but I was taller than him, more experienced than him, stronger than him and because he is younger than me.

He answered me

"A-Ah, I d-didn't do anything bad. B-But what can I do? S-Soon, my superiors m-might tell me to...to-"

I then moved to his throat and said

"To help those fanatics hunt us down like we are nothing but dust? Like rats? Like cockroaches?"

The poor officer closed his eyes tightly and said a little bit more clearly and enough for me to hear him

"I didn't do anything yet. I'm not a bad man. I may be a coward but I'm not a bad friend. Not a bad man. But my superiors will-"

I let him go. Then I took him by his uniform again, pulled him to me and said to his face

"Your superiors will, can, shall, have to and are going to fuck themselves. And you can say the same to them. If you do not want to die, if you do not want to be a bad friend, if you want to rid your name of the status of coward, then quit the force and do something else that won't have you killing or hurting any one of us or any other person who is innocent. IF you cannot do that, THEN I'd have no choice but to take you with me. Choose."

The officer looked at me with those eyes of his. Cowards eyes, yes, but to have that status obviously in his name is just ridiculous. I waited for him to speak while the voices continued to speak and my sisters were looking at me and at him. Then he nodded and said

"Just take me with you. I can't quit. But just take me with you...if you really can't trust me."

I let him go again and said to him

"Wait here."

I nodded to Umabel and she stood up and I told her

"Get him and take him with you to the rest of the group. Then head to the radio station. I and Liel will handle these racist fucks."

She nodded and vanished after a while with Radagaheg. Liel then said to me as I got down with her behind the wall

"I'll go left, Captain."

"And I'll go right. Don't kill them. Just make sure their knees are going to need replacements."

She made her little smile and then the both of us got out from cover and began to shoot them in the knees.

Tak tak tak tak! Tak tak tak tak! Tak tak! Tak tak! Tak tak tak tak!

The men screamed as they fell to the ground with significant thuds and grunts of pain as I and Liel shot their knees out. Seeing them bleed made my heart and blood boil less. And being able to fire the first shots also made my feelings less. I may be an Azen but I know too much feeling is going to make me stupid and if it does, that means I'm a dead woman.

I and Liel then at the same time ejected our spent magazines and replaced them with fresh ones as we began to step away from them. Some were trying to stand up while others were moving on their stomachs with their weapons, shouting their desires of death against us. I heard one of them said

"Go to hell, terrorist scum."

I'm no terrorist. But this was not a good reason for me to kill him or the rest of them. We only wanted to make them realize that their planning is more of a bad idea than us killing them. And to make them realize also that their future murders are more of a bad thing than our first shots.
We kept our rifles on them for quite a while until we were sure there was nobody else. While our rifles were not silenced, this square was not surrounded by any nearby residences. And if anyone heard, they'd be too late to come here in order to meet us. We nodded together and then fled the square, rushing to rejoin the group.

When we returned to the group, they were already at the radio station. Seeing that large but short-floored building with the iconic yellow and black antennae on the roof made my heart feel a little relieved. And seeing the four Azulnish guards at the front of the radio station and their VPD-45 pistols made my heart also feel like it could lean on the Grand Creator for his blessings. As my sisters and our people got inside or checked their belongings before entering, I approached one of the guards, who was a woman with long ebony hair tied back with a green elastic, and asked her

"Where did you guards get those VPD-45 pistols from?"

The guard chuckled at me and said, showing her pistol to me proudly

"Old friends from the Donnish military."

I smiled. I looked at them again. With their heated vests, belts, boots and the rest of their gear, they were quite prepared. But against the police and military (If they are going to turn on us, the misguided fools) I know that they need more preparation. And more manpower.
I nodded at the guard and she nodded back at me. Even if they now had Donnish blood or have become like the Donnish, Azens never bow. They only nod.

I then went inside the station and as the women unpacked our things, the children helping them and the men listening to my sisters as they talked to them about what they have to do, I looked for my friend. Her name was Iasovag ur Matarann. As her family name suggests, she was a woman of the tribe of Tarann, which was in Donnerland. The Tarann were only around 750. They hoped to find and make their own life in Donnerland. But with this violence...

I shook my head and tapped my helmet. I did not want to think about how this will hurt Iasovag. I strided to one of the employees of the radio station, the one with yellow hair and a violet headscarf, and asked her

"Where is Iasovag?"

She told me "She's waiting for you in her office upstairs."

I nodded and she did the same and I went upstairs. When I got there, I looked for her office, for her name on a particular door. After several doors, I saw her name and I knocked twice. She said in the same soft but now tired voice

"If that is you, Rahatiel, please come in."

I gently opened the door and went inside and I saw her...on the floor, hugging her legs, her hair messy, her eyes red and exhausted from crying and her fingers bleeding and bruised. I looked around and saw that she had ransacked her own office except her laptop and her phone and her desk itself. I got sat down with her and said to her

"What happened?"

I thought that the Tarann were all right but I know that that thought was wrong, too wrong and too unrealistic. The Tarann were not all right. And when she looked at me with those eyes, my heart beat with hers as one.

She said

"My mother called. She was only 48 years old. She just survived the shit you and I went through in the past. The genocide, the civil war, the invasion, the seven wars and the chaos, all of it. She wasn't crying but she sounded hurt. She told me that she was shot in the shoulder. She was with my father, my two little brothers and my big sister. And seven other members of my tribe. I heard the Donnish outside of their house shouting and beating on the doors and windows. I heard my family cry or shout back or talked about how many knives and other weapons they could use to defend themselves. I heard everything. She told me that they got through. The Donnish...the Ulianish were too many. My tribe were all in one place. The gates didn't hold them off. The Donnish used trucks. They had better weapons and guns. They got through, killed some and the ones who lived got inside the house or in the buildings and locked themselves in. She told me that they could not get out. She told me that only Abiel, my best friend, and her family got out. That only Sheba, my teacher, and her children got out too. That only Nazareth and Nathaniel got out as well. That only six others got out. Then...then..."

I took my helmet off, put it on the floor and so did I put my rifle down. Then I moved to her as she kept on repeating that last word and her eyes began to give way to tears again. I took her by her hands. They were cold, hard and trembling. I then told her
"Iavosag...don't tell me anymore. I know what comes next. And I'm so sorry. If only I was there, if only I could also bring them out alive and safely here...but I could not. I've failed you and your tribe and your loved ones. I know that they are now dead. That the Donnish have killed them and your tribe off. But..."

I sighed, touched her cheeks, put my forehead to hers, my dear friend trembling and tearing up again. Then I whispered

"You're alive. And so are the ones who got out. Not everyone will die. Not everyone will get hurt. Not everyone will be taken away. Realize that. And I'm here for you."

Iasovag looked at me, her hands growing colder and trembling more. But she seemed to listen and she nodded at my words. She said
"But what?"

I pulled away and sighed. Then I touched her again. And for a while I was silent. I just looked into her eyes. And then I said

"We will survive. We will be alive tomorrow and in the next time. We will survive. We will not let them kill us."

I then embraced her so that she won't see my eyes tear up as well and concluded

"For their sakes, our way of avenging their deaths will be through survival. This struggle is for survival. And you're not alone."

...

When the sun was in the sky now, I patted Iasovag lightly on her back and touched her hair as she slept on the mattress she had in her office. I took the jacket she had on her seat and put it over her body before I left her alone to sleep well. I closed the door behind me and with my things with me again, I made my way downstairs and passed by my people and my sisters. Liel nodded and so did Umabel and only Araqiel nodded and said

"Alary w va Azzen."

Alary was the Azen warcry. It had no real meaning but it was the word that rallied us many times to battle. While Azzeny va meant "Peace, Azzen." I was an Azzen. A woman of the tribe of Az. A mountain woman. I was pale-skinned but not as much as the Donnish. But I belonged to the mountains and so did some of the Donnish to their own.

I passed by the men, women and children.

I passed by a man who I knew was a former fighter. He told me once that he lost his children while he was fighting against the White Movement. I passed by a woman who I knew was a former Ranger. She related to me that she once was stabbed in the stomach by a Vanquarian in the first wars but she survived thanks to her fellow Rangers. I passed by a young girl who I knew wanted to become a trader. She was a student in one of the elementary schools of the city I lived in here in Donnerland. And according to her, her seatmates never allowed anyone to bully her. Not even the teacher. And so on and forth, I passed by many more whom I have known about a little or not. I passed my sisters, who I have known since the very time I became an Arch Angel.

I remembered the futility of our wars and battles and fighting against the foreigners. I remembered how many of my sisters died and how many of our fellow Azens died. I remembered how many conflicts between Azens came and went. How the New Islamic State ruined our festival in the Nahhan and Shannan cities. How they destroyed and how they forced the Esgonians to destroy Azenyanistan City, our largest city. I remembered how painful it was to see White Movement fighters rape then kill then rape my sisters and the CP officers who were trying to protect a hospital and failed. I remembered that I was helpless, unable to help them because I was bleeding out and I had to be taken to the safety of an allied medical station. I remembered how I held a mosque for seven days with Killjoy Flyer, the one who always knives as much as she uses that pistol she stole from one of our enemies. The walk to the broadcasting room was long. And made me remember, reflect and reason.

When I got there, the same yellow haired, violet headscarved woman and the guard I've met before were there with one of my sisters who knew radios and how to make them work as best as they possibly can. My sister, who was black and so was from the tribe of Nyra, the ship builders, stood up from the seat facing a table with a microphone and some other assets and nodded to me. I nodded back and she told me

"Captain, you may now do as you wish."

And she stood there, waiting for me to take the seat. I nodded and sat down and faced the microphone. I thought for a while, organizing whatever things I have to say to anybody who can hear me. And hopefully to anyone who is Azenish or Azulnish or is being targeted by the Donnish.

I then said finally

"My name is Rahatiel ur Maxtom. I am calling to anybody who is in need. I am calling to anybody who is being targeted and hurt for who they are, what they are and where they are from. You do not know me and I do not know you. But I know you need help. I am now calling to you and my call is simple: Fight for your lives. Endure and survive."

I glanced at the people around me. Then I saw many people at the doorway, listening to me. I nodded to them and then I faced the microphone again. And I said

"And to the Azulnish and the Azenish, to anyone who is being targeted simply because they are or are related to Azens, this is my call to you: Fight for you lives and the lives of others with you. And leave Donnerland or continue to fight for your survival. Gather together."

And for the last time I looked at the ones watching and listening to me. Then I looked away and said finally

"And if you do decide to heed my call...come to me. And I will be your Captain. And if you cannot, then wait for me."

...

(ADVOCACY HOUSE, YANEZA, AZENYANISTAN, SISHAI, NEW AUSOZERA)

"Advocate Tyena? I thought you got rid of that letter." Said Tyenas secretary. The secretary sat down in front of Tyena as Tyena read the letter over and over again. The dark skinned woman then looked up to the secretary and said to the more lighter skinned woman

"Do you know Rahatiel?"

The secretary nodded and Tyena nodded, saying

"This letter is from her. And this letter is the only form of communication that she was able to use to contact me as head of the Azen state."

The secretary nodded but asked

"So what is the point?"

Tyena smiled at the woman and said

"The point is that she has not written another letter since then. And this has been...how many days or hours old if not days?"

The secretary was silent and so Tyena said to her, putting her glasses away as well as the letter on a nearby tall table

"Secretary, you do not always enter my office for the reason of asking me about letters. So may I ask you why have you entered my office?"

The secretary smiled, stood up, looked at her and said

"I remembered that you wanted to intervene in Donnerland but you could not because you had to set your mind on rebuilding our country. And I remembered that you said you would if you could."

Tyena nodded with a smile and said

"Go on."

The secretary said

"My Advocate, it is my honor to tell you that you may set your mind on intervening in Donnerland."

"And why may I do that?"

"My Advocate, the Donnish are going to declare war on the entire world. And if you have been observing the world and most especially Donnerland, you may see their intentions are clear: Eliminate foreigners, bring about ultranationalism, invade their neighbors and create an empire."

The Advocate then leaned back on her chair and the secretary put her hands in her pockets. Then the Dark Advocate said

"If you are right, then tell Tanyah and Killjoy to ready 100 Angels and 100 Arch Angels and all the transports we need to take them to Donnerland. And tell the both of them to prepare as much supplies as needed for them to continue fighting if needed. And do not forget to summon Eve Saragon to a meeting tomorrow morning. I will need to hire her mercenaries and her family. And I will need her to create and buy as many supplies and needs as we need."

"What else do you need, my Advocate?"

"Send a letter to Rahatiel. Tell her this and this exactly: The Advocacy has changed its mind. The Advocacy will respond to your call. Please wait for further communication."

"Yes, Advocate." Said the secretary as she wrote it down on her small green notebook. Then she looked up to Tyena and Tyena said

"Inform our observers in Donnerland to keep observing. And inform our embassy there to continue holding for as long as they can."

The secretary then said

"I thought you did not know about our embassy there."

Tyena chuckled and said

"I knew ever since. And yet, even with only 40 soldiers protecting that embassy, that embassy is not going to fall until we get there when all the odds are in favor of the side we will choose and when all the odds are against the Donnish. Do you know where those 40 soldiers are from?"

"No."

"The old rebublics of Azenyanistan."

[Urran]

Soraught, Donner Land
Time to say "Goodnight"

The first of the Urranese convoy, a wheeled IFV, rounded a street corner, ever on alert. It was there that thy ran head long into a Donnish checkpoint. The driver and gunner were the first to see them, using both thermal and night sites. The large, green killing machine came to a halt a few feet in front of the Donnish officer, likely a bit close for his taste. The camera atop the turret moved round in a clockwise fashion, rotating a full 360 degrees for a full view of what was going on.

"Captain?" the gunner asked, ducking down out of the turret momentarily. "We have first contact."

The captain had been sitting down with the rest of the soldiers inside but unbuckled his safety belt and stood up inside the cabin, looking first through one of the octagonal arranged periscopes, then through the commander's site to get an idea of the situation. "Code yellow." he said calmly.

The information was sent down the line of vehicles. Soldiers began chambering rounds into their rifles or LMGs in preparation for a fight. They were not taking any chances. In one of the rear APC's, Toshi put a round into his TAR-21, buttrflies fluttering in his gut. Adrenalin was beginning to run high amongst the Urranese.

The Captain, commander of the land based leg of the operation, undid the latch for the turret's roof hatch. "If they fire...leave no survivors." he told his gunner, who nodded and brought the ATGM launchers and laser designater online, just in case.

The Captain, meanwhile, pushed open the hatch with a heave and stood up. Out popped the upper torso of an Urranese soldier wearing a mostly white arctic camo with patches of pale blue and light gray tossed in here and there. He had Captain's bars on his shoulder, as well as an Urranese flag in a low observable, steel grey colour and another patch, likely signifying his division or brigade. His helmet was unadorned except for a pair of night vision goggles that were not in use at the moment. He saluted the Donnish officer. "I am Captain Masako Naoi of the Urranese Naval Infantry." he stated loudly. "We request permission to continue past this point."

[United Azen Tribes]

Religion. It was never such a big thing for me. Not for me nor for Aneyt nor for anyone else in the Advocacy except Danna and her husband, Tiberias. The both of them were strong Catholics. While the rest of us were either not-too-religious believers of one of our religions or in another religion from elsewhere. But truth be told, more believe in our religions than in foreign ones. But we are open people. And we love foreigners. Unlike the Donnish. And we have learned to forgive and forget.

It was 4:22 PM of September 19, 2015. I was suppose to make the decision minutes ago. 20 minutes ago. And that decision was whether I was to advocate the deployment of 200 Azen troops, specifically 100 Angels and 100 Arch Angels, to a far away country in the north named Donnerland or not. Do I or do I not? As Advocate, nobody could proceed without my support hence my status as Advocate. I either gave my support or I did not. The city-states have pressed the issue, the tribes have proposed to me, the international community was glancing at me whether I was to take action or not and the Union and the rest of ISAT was looking at me if I were really to push forward, to go ahead and to respond to the Donnish declaration of war upon the world and upon the rest of the north. What about the Namenians? What about the rest of the north? Vanquaria? No, no, no, the Vanquarians have changed but the world is pressuring them like the north is some kind of chew toy to the internation community. And I was going to meet the Vanquarians and New Azens sooner or later, one day or another, I will meet them at one time and I will meet them again if all goes well, if all will be good in the end.

And I have to do or do not. If I do not, then the deployment would not proceed, the Urranese would move on but with irritation, the Donnish would continue to attack our embassy and they would continue to slaughter numbers of Azens, Azulnish and other foreign Donnish and even other foreigners, especially our own allies! If I did nothing, then Azenyanistan would not be given attention in the future. If I do not go ahead, then the military will think of me as indecisive and cowardly. If I do not go ahead, the mayors would think of me as undesirable as the former ones thought of me before. If I do not go ahead, the most basic result of that decision would be that Azenyanistan has lifted her sword but has failed to keep it raised and instead lowered it in the face of an enemy that I know and that I still doubt is an enemy that should, no, has to be cut down.

If I do not go ahead, I know this won't be good for our image. I have to do or do not. And I will have to do.

I stared at the document, that seven paged document that was written by hand by Aneyt and then signed by her and the rest of the Advocacy and by the two commanders of the force that I will send to Donnerland. I stared at it, knowing what it was made of, it being made of the very content that makes a Longlife tree. I stared at it, knowing how much it cost to have pages of Longlife paper on my desk. I knew how great the quality was of that paper and this paper was literally of a long life. And I stared at it, wondering then, after wandering into the thoughts concerning the paper, about what will really happen, what the long term consequences would be if I sent 200 women and their commanders to Donnerland.

The Urranese were waiting, the Esgonians were waiting, the Unionists were waiting, Rahatiel was waiting, Killjoy and Tanyah were waiting, Tiberias was waiting, Aneyt was waiting, the Azulnish trapped in that country were waiting, the embassy of our nation was waiting for relief and support and the rest of the world was waiting. If I go, then one more nation will contribute to the fight against the Donnish. Us and the world versus the entire land of the Donnish. Us and the world versus one nation. Too many nations against one. I knew how that felt. And I knew what Sadisia told me about that. I knew how she felt, I knew how we all felt. I knew that same thing happened to us before. The Azen Invasion, the Seven Wars, the Age of Chaos, the Civil War, the Genocide...I know it all too well, I've read too much and I've said too much to myself about such things and I have thought for too long.

Time was gold and gold came from the rubble. If I do not go, then I cannot continue Rebuilding Azenyanistan. If I do not go, I can focus on Rebuilding but the dead will haunt me. As the dead haunted Sadisia. While I may not be her, I am an Azen and I am a sensitive woman. Not as sensitive as the rest that I may suffer the same syndrome that has claimed so many lives that just survived the carnage and nightmares of the past. But I am sensitive. I have to do or do not.

And just in front of me, sitting in front of me, with her hands on her lap, her smile upon me, her eyes on me, her legs crossed and her body leaning towards me, it was Aneyt. My classmate and my Devils Advocate. She has not opposed me but she has told me this

"Go to war."

She said even further before when the both of us were the only ones left in that meeting room after I met the leaders of my nations military

"Go to war and help your allies. You and I can take care of the war and the Rebuilding at the same time. This war will be long, bloody, hard. It will be the worst war we think it might be...but it is far from us and I tell you that if the Donnish dare to lay even their smallest finger on us, the heart of Ausozera, a member of the Union and of ISAT, the world will make them pay more. Go to war. And save the embassy and help Rahatiel and her fighters and do not lower the sword we have already raised."

I glanced at her. She nodded at me. I nodded back. Then I took the pen that was beside the document to my right. I looked at her again. She mouthed the words

"Sign it."

And I put the pen in the air, leaning in to sign. Then stopped. I stared again. She sighed a little. I let out a little breath. Then I pressed the pen to the open field. She breathed in. And then I wrote my full name, with my Ts high and big and my vowels small but high as well and my last name in cursive. Then I finally signed it. And when she caught me looking at her again, she nodded and said

"This will be the first time I have ever told you something that I did not have to tell you because I was suppose to do my job. But I did the opposite by supporting you. You're not alone. Our nation is not alone. The world is not alone.

It's the end of the line of the final journey. And as the song goes, our enemies are leaving the past and so are we. We will help the Vanquarians and the rest of the world fight against our old ally turned ultra-nationalist, racist and hostile. We will finally join together with all of them at last."

She then took my shaking hands gently after I let go of the pen and said to me

"It is just one war. We can still continue rebuilding while we fight that one war. And when that war is over, we go all in, cash in all our chips, pass the papers and do everything we can possibly do in the power that we are all clothed in to Rebuild this nation."

At this I finally said to her

"This war and this effort and nothing more until they show up at our very faces."

She nodded and then I said

"Inform the Urranese that we are ready to let half of our forces go with them to the battlefield while I inform Tanyah that she will take her 100 Arch Angels and ride the Advocacy planes."

She nodded and I gave her the document and then said

"Go." And she did. Then I sat down and looked at her as she went away then when she was gone, I looked at my hands and they have finally stopped shaking. I have done and have avoid not doing.

Soon enough, just before dinner, I will have to address my nation and say what our reply is to the Donnish declaration.

[Union Of Autocratic Empires]

Bögt, Donner Land

All while the Donnish soldiers handcuffed her, the Kaisarine did nothing to stop them, letting Voy get his way just to ensure the safety of the young one. Had he not brought the kid there, she would have probably beat his skull into a paste with the pipe she had to drop to let the soldiers seized her.

All during Voy's peroration, the Liyomesse did not utter a word, but she let her disaproval of Voy show rather obviously through her gaze, which showed obvious disgust and contempt for the man who not only had turned against his own people, but was also using an innocent children as human shield against her and had just insulted her Donnish origins. She had to use every single fibre of her willpower to not spit to him when he grabbed her from the face. Her pride hurt and the possibility of reuniting with her daughter soon lost, the only thing that kept her from escalating the situation was the well being of the kid.

As she was driven to the limo by the soldiers, sack in head, the Kaisarine sensed the child's presence by his side and held his hand to reasure the young child that everything was going to be okay, even though her efforts were probably moot. The Kaisarine was well aware of the fact, and she was not pleased about it; being powerless was something she utterly hated, and she had never been as powerlesse as she was in that very moment; she could not escape from the bastard's clutches, she could not be with Historia now that she needed her more than ever, and she could not even calm a child which was standing right by her side.

As few minutes passed, the Kaisarine almost reached her breaking point, so she could not help but mutter the worst insult someone like her could say:

"Tuottaminen häpeä äitisi*", she whispered, directed to Voy.

Crash site

As the situation seemed to calm down, Aelia recognised the accents as Esgonian, which prompted her to ask for help. "Wait here", she told her sister in arms. "I will get help." As she caught her breath, he left the helicopter's remains. "Over here!", she screamed as she raised her hands to show she was not a menace. "I require medical asistance, please. My comrade is injured."

Command Ship RNS Westerholt
International Waters between MB Randgriz and Donner Land


Slowly but surely, Princess Historia regained conciousness after the intervention had been a success. Everything felt dizzy and she had some nausea and some horrible migraines, but she was alive. At first she got scared she had gone blind, but soon discovered she had her eyes covered, even though one of them felt... odd. Her mouth felt different too, but she was not too worried about that. All she cared about was that she was alive. She had almost forgotten why that had happened to her, and inmediately regreted remembering as the memories of the brutal beating hit her as a freight train. "Ugh, Jacob was right", she thought. "I should bring bodyguards when I leave Abula."

Just as she said this, she noticed a figure through the bandages covering her eyes. Muttering the strength she was just recovering, she spoke up. "M-m-mom?", she wishpered. "Is... is that you?"

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*

You bring shame to your mother: Liyomesse insult whose meaning is very well known all around the world. The worst thing that can be said to an individual besides calling a woman "barren"

[Empire of Donner land]

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Bögt, Donner Land

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"Tuottaminen häpeä äitisi."

Voy looked up at the captured Woman, he grinned elatedly. "My Mother was killed by Azulnish... Thugs, along with my family, I'm the last of the Voy family... I'm not even apart of the Voy family really. But I will carry on my Mother's last wishes either way, she was my guardian when someone chose to abandon me, and I will honor her commitment and avenge them." Voy said frankly, the Car was approaching an on-ramp and onto the Highway that ran through and out of the City.

"I'll set this Empire on fire if it means avenging their deaths, Kaiserine. And I'll do it because she wills it. I don't bring shame, I bring revenge." Voy said angrily, getting more comfortable. "Don't blame me for this, blame the foreign enemy, blame... her." Voy finished.

The Convoy drove far out from the City. Into the deep wilderness. But that soon faded as, many miles away from Bögt or any other city, laid a large concealed compound. Lights shone in front of the Convoy as they stopped at a checkpoint and entered in. Minutes passed and they stopped. The Kaiserine felt grabbed and pushed into her seat, kept from resisting, and a stinging sensation in her arm as she was knocked out. She could still hear though, there was struggling, the sound of kid screaming and yelling. There was a fight it seemed, and eventually the Crack of a single gunshot rang out silencing everything.

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???, Donner Land

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Voy tore the black bag off the Kaiserine's head violently, almost taking the Woman's head with it. She would have been blinded by the bright lights in the bare concrete grey room. There was a single mirror on Voy's left that spanned the entire wall, a one way window. In the ceiling were four embedded bright white lights. A door was behind them flanked by two Guards. "Hello again, Kaiserine. I hope you enjoyed the short nap." Voy said politely walking behind her.

"Welcome to your new home, concrete foundation, excellent lighting and ah... well no view sadly, I apologize for that." Voy seemed almost concerned as he spoke, as if he was selling a house. "I won't be living here with you though, don't be worried about that, I'll come visit you from Bögt, from time to time." Voy said patting her on the shoulder as she sat on a metal chair tied down in front of a wooden table.

"I think you'll like it here. You'll even have a front row seat to the current events." Voy placed a small laptop on the table and opened it, a page coming up as it turned on. In big bolded letters on a news Web page were the words "Princess Historia dead, thousands mourn loss as Kaisarine goes missing in Donner Land." Voy scooted it forward incase she couldn't read it.

"You have my condolences, Kaisarine. She was a stupid Sovarich, but she was your stupid Sovarich." Voy said sadly, bowing his head as if mourning a deep loss. Although the headline was a sham, the Kaisarine did not know the better. He had to break this Woman, with every trick he knew.

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W.I.S.H Soldiers, contracted Mercanaries paid by Foreign Nations to guard the structure of MB Randgriz during and after its construction. Some held sympathies with the Voy Administration, but weren't allowed Morally as Soldiers under WISH or contract to do anything. That didn't mean they couldn't have any fun with the Foreigners on base though. Being Ex-SCAR and LG certainly let them gain some leverage on the situation.

As the Lieutenant made their way down the hallway two Guards blocked her path, Kimiko's door wide open and the sound of rummaging coming from it. "Mam, you aren't allowed to come into your quarters. You've been chosen for a random search by our authority for any contraband. We're sorry for this inconvenience, please come back later, alright?" The Guard smirked under his balaclava and Helmet, his voice being sarcastic.

"Keep moving, Squinty." The other chimed in as a pillow flew out of the door and into the floor, Donnish speaking and chuckling followed from inside the room.

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Sauraght, Donner Land

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"I am Captain Masako Naoi of the Urranese Naval Infantry." he stated loudly. "We request permission to continue past this point."

The Lieutenant Saluted back before speaking. "You don't need to know my name." The Lieutenant said. He didn't want to die and bring his Platoon with him, it'd be best if he let them past and throw a wrench into Voy's plans if he could. "You'll be let past. We don't particularly care for Voy's actions. We'll all most likely... be executed, but we believe in Duty to our People than to our Leader killing our people on the streets." Surprisingly. The Platoon moved out of the way, filing on the side walks letting the Convoy pass. There were even some cheers, some shouts for good luck to the Urranese.

[Azenyanistan]

Bögt, Donner Land

"Get them out of here!" Shouted the Guard as she and four others pushed the Donnish crowds away from the main gate of the embassy using riot shields and their pistols. Their pistols were brand new M9s that were bought for them by their country. Even so, they were not using these M9 pistols to kill. The Guards meant to drive the Donnish away by simply injuring them or shooting in the air or at the ground. They didn't want to kill civilians even though the Donnish crowds were hostile. Once the Donnish crowds were well away from the main gate, eight Guards who were securing the gate got their grenade launchers ready and fired into the crowd, enveloping them in tear gas. The four Guards immediately rushed back inside and the main gate was closed and the Guards began to return to their positions with more ammo or with replacement weapons.

As they protected the Azen embassy, the Guards kept on firing teargas into the crowds, driving them away. There were ladders on the ground outside and some bodies of Donnish but a lot more were of Azens or of Azulnish. Not everyone was saved. But many were inside the embassy buildings, being treated or guarding themselves. The Guards of the embassy, if they could not use teargas anymore, used their M9s or their M4A1 rifles that were also bought or donated to Azenyanistan for their use.

"Get away! Don't make us shoot you! Get away or we will use lethal force!" Shouted the same Guard, whose hair was brown, whose skin was pale and whose entire appearance screamed Yahhan. Their uniforms were becoming dirty with smoke and the filth of the chaos that was taking place. The Azen Embassy Guards were only 40 here in Donnerland. And they were alone except for allied and foreign embassies nearby and for the rebel factions in Bögt who have contacted them a little while ago. The rebels promised to get there to help them out to a safer part of the city. Meanwhile, the Azen Embassy Guards and their charge have to hold the embassy or die there.

The captain of the Embassy Guards was there on the front too with them. She had blue eyes, no hair and dark skin. A Nyran with some Ayrran and Azzen blood. But her tribal and ethnic labels didn't matter now. When a Donnish man tried to climb the walls, she pulled out her M9 pistol and shot the man three times just to make him get off the walls. She then ordered her Guards

"Guards, we have to toss the rule book out now! Shoot to kill! Don't hold back! Protect this embassy at all costs!"

"But, sir! These are---" Said one of the young guards who has just pulled out her pistol. She was trying to say more but she was silenced by either the noise or the Captain shouting

"They're hostile! And they've already killed many of the people who tried to get inside to survive. You want them to get in and kill more people? SHOOT THEM and BLAME YOURSELF!"

The young guard then gulped and began shooting at the Donnish crowd. The Guards began doing the same, putting away their grenade launchers when they ran out of tear gas and using their pistols and rifles. Soon, the crowd was forced to flee. The Guards could count how many of the Donnish they had been forced to kill just to drive them away. There were 29 dead Donnish. Some of them were women. The rest were men.

When it became a little quiet, expect for the noise and chaos nearby and afar, the Captain took a few deep breaths as the Guards stayed their positions, possibly waiting for another assault. But that assault never came. The Captain then took her radio from her belt and said into it after pushing the button for talking

"This is Captain Savanna. The Azen Embassy Guards have forced the Donnish crowds to leave. We have 29 dead Donnish. What further orders do you have, Ambassador Aitaras?"

The dead voice of the female Ambassador of Azenyanistan to Donnerland replied

"Good job. Your orders are to continue holding this embassy until the rebels arrive. And Captain..."

"Yes, Ambassador?"

"The Angels and Arch Angels are coming to help us get out of this place. We're getting everybody out. And you and your men are going to set this place to blow if the Donnish try to get this place. Is that understood?"

The Captain paused. She looked at her men. Young and middle-aged, they either survived or were born after the Age of Chaos and the many Azen Wars. They looked back. And some of them nodded. One of them said to the Captain

"We're ready for another one."

At this, Savanna nodded and said in reply to the Ambassador

"Understood."

Soraught, Donner Land

"Captain Rahatiel. We have contacted all other rebel groups. We are not alone. The Azen Loyalist Outcasts, Azen Ocean of Knights, Exiled Citizen Soldiers of Azenyanistan, Azen Organization Against Hate And Terrorism, the Azenya Amagria Agajaree, the Azen Army against the Enemies of Libertarianism and whatever factions there are on the borders or in Bögt and Soraught have told me that they have heard your message and are wishing to contact you. What is your message to them, Captain?"

The Captain of the Azen Azulnish Volunteer Defenders aka the AAVD which was under Captain Rahatiel ur Maxtom, a former Arch Angel, turned around and said to her subordinate, a teenage Azulnish armed with a very good looking rifle. A few anonymous benefactors have recently given them some new weapons and ammunition. This rifle was one of their most generous donations.

"How many are we then now?"

The Azulnish nodded to her and said

"7630, if I am not wrong, Captain. There are others but we cannot count them all. And these others are either too small in number or too scattered all over Donnerland. What do we do, Captain?"

The Captain sighed. In this room where Captain Rahatiel just spoke with her sisters over their plan to raid the Donnish police stations and any Donnish establishment that was holding weapons and ammunition, she sighed. The Arch Angel then stepped to the teenager and said to her

"My message is simple: Follow me lead."

Then she patted her shoulder and told her

"Tell them to go to this city or to Bögt. Tell them also that if they have any civilians or refugees or anyone who wants to get out then they have to get them all out of this country. I will not allow non-fighters to stay here. Anyone who cannot fight or will not fight has to be taken to a safer place. Just not here. Just not Donnerland. Get them out. And when that's done, they can come to my call."

The teenager smiled a little and said

"Yes, Captain."

Then went away.

And as she turned again to look through the window which was mostly barricaded except for a slit through which Rahatiel could look through, she thought about the Angels and Arch Angels arriving in Donnerland. And from the email she just got from the homeland, they told her that they were there in this city.

----

"Welcome to Soraught, Donner Land, Azens." Said the Urranese soldier that was helping the Azens out of the transport hovercrafts that took them from the ship which took them from Azenyanistan to the waters of the country. Killjoy chuckled and said to him

"And thank you."

The Azen Angels and Arch Angels have finally arrived at their destination. It took them a lot of time. But they were finally here. The Urranese were kind enough to transport them and their belongings into this country. With the Urranese first, the Azens no longer had to worry about creating their own landing point.

The Azens only had to worry about their objectives. As the Azen trucks rolled out and as the motorcycles were being carried out and as the two Azen helicopters flew into the area, Tanyah called their forces together

"All right, everyone, get to me and listen! Everyone, come on!"

Once every Angel and Arch Angel they took was with them, Tanyah sat down with them on the coast and said

"Okay. We're here. Team 1 and Team 2, how are you two?"

The Team 1 Captain said "We're fine, Commander." while the Team 2 Captain said "Same here, Commander."

Tanyah nodded and she said

"Team 3 and Team 4? What about the rest of the Teams?"

They all nodded and said that they were good or okay. Killjoy then spoke up

"My team is good, Tanyah."

"Same here, Killjoy. Now that's done, let's review our objectives."

She then put down a map on the ground, everyone circling them, and began pointing out

"Okay, so we're here in Soraught. Our objective is to contact the rebel factions here and here. The radio station and the apartments. Our second objective is to speak with Rahatiel. Our third objective is to get to Bögt in order to get everyone in the embassy out of this fucking place. Our fourth objective is for Killjoy and her team. They'll stay here and help the rebels."

Tanyah then put away the map and said to them all

"Any questions?"

They shook their heads.

She smiled and said

"Then let's be on our way."

[Free Asian Ports]

MB Randgriz

Kimiko looked up at mercs that had unceremoniously barged into her room with a half-heard excuse of inspection with a Cosmic Brownie still in its packaging held in her mouth. Who are these chucklefucks and why the hell can't I eat a meal without being interrupted? she thought. Pocketing the snack, she stood up to face the intruders. "Random inspection? Is that even in your contract? We don't pay you to police us, that's what the MPs are for" she told them.

She held out her hand expectantly. "Papers? You're supposed to have permission from the officer of the watch and the unit commander before you're allowed to pull a stunt like this. Also, aren't you lot supposed to be accompanied by an MP while you do this? We can't just let random mercs roam the base without supervision" she declared. The commotion had attracted the attention of every officer nearby currently inhabiting the area. "Random inspection?" "Aren't we on an alert?" "I doubt the Butcher has any contraband more damning than a few pastries from the vending machine..."

Bögt

K101 slapped the roof of the V-100. "Plenty of room in here. It won't be comfortable, but it is safe. If we want to get out of here, or do anything else, we've gotta survive" she said. She also signaled the other operators, who shifted their attention to the helicopter. Prying open the bent doors, they reached in to help get the Unionists out. K101 gestured to the Esgonians. "You can come with us if you want, but that way is out. And we'll take out as much of Voy's forces as we can on the way".

[Azenyanistan]

Bögt

"Good to see you, rebels." Said the Captain of the Guard, Savanna, to the rebels who gathered just outside of the embassys gates. The leader of this unknown faction was Awdel Awar, a male Azen. Male Azens were rare sights to see. But for the people of the embassy, this man and his rebels were a good sight to see. Awdel Awar had only 100 men. Even if Awdel Awar and his rebels would join forces with the people of the embassy, both Awdel Awar and Captain Savanna knew that their forces are still outnumbered by the hostile Donnish of this city. Awdel Awar nodded to the Captain and said

"Good to see you and your men are still alive, Captain Savanna. I hope we got here just in time. What's the plan? Do you leave the embassy or stay and hold it until reinforcements from our homeland get to the city?"

The Captain shrugged. She then looked back at the embassy. She saw the ambassador look down from the balcony of the embassy with four guards flanking her. The ambassador nodded at the Captain and so the Captain said to Awdel Awar

"Awdel, we'll be leaving this embassy. But we'll have to rig this place to blow up in the faces of any Donnish who tries to get in and get anything."

Awdel Awar blinked a few times at the Captain, he was silent and he thought for a while. He looked at the embassy, then at the ambassador, then at the Captains men and at the refugees and other people who were now finally coming outside. Then he looked at his own men. Some of them nodded to him. Others simply shrugged. Then he clapped his hands together and said

"We have a way of getting the embassy buildings booby trapped. If you can, get anything that is too important to leave behind out. If not, we'll destroy them. This will take some time though. So we will have to hold this place again. But this time, we're with you. 100 plus your 40 against any number of angry, murderous Donnish."

The Captain nodded at that and said

"Okay, I'm with you on that. We have grenades and some spare ammunition."

"That's good. We can use that. But that won't be enough. We took a few things off some dead Donnish military. They had some more grenades. We also got a few C4. One of my men also made two IEDs."

"All right. Let's get started."

They both nodded, bumped fists and began giving orders to their own men. The Captain told her men

"You all divide into 10. That means we're around four groups. I want the first group to get started on burning anything we can't bring with us out. The second group has to start putting everything we can bring with us out into bags, packs, whatever we can use to carry them. The third group will capture all these nearby buildings and look out for any trouble for us. The fourth group is on me, we'll have the honor of defending this embassy until we're all done here. Let's go!"

And Awdel Awar said to his men

"All right, men, here's the plan: Half of you get into the embassy and start rigging it to blow. The rest of you, capture any nearby buildings, get on top and watch out for us. Everybody who is on top, I want them to have binoculars or anything that they can use to look out for incoming Donnish who want to kill us here. Get your machine guns and your long range rifles ready. Don't put to waste what our suppliers gave us. Meanwhile, you five, you're all on me. We'll help the Captain defend this place."

As soon as the Azens and the Azulnish got their orders, they moved out and did what they were told to do.

Sauraght

"This is Captain Rahatiel of the Azen Azulnish Volunteer Defenders aka the AAVD. I repeat, this is Captain Rahatiel ur Maxtom of the Azen Azulnish Volunteer Defenders. This is the AAVD Captain, can anybody hear me? Please respond, over." Said the Captain as she spoke through the radio. The AAVD was trying to reach out now to any friendly force that could hear them. There were rumors and a few reports from Rahatiels scouts that the Urranese and the Azens were here. She then continued

"This is Captain Rahatiel of the AAVD, please respond, over."

Then one of her men said to her

"Captain, someone is trying to contact us. We're receiving a transmission."

Captain Rahatiel immediately dropped everything, leaving it to one of her men in the room and went over to the one who informed her. She then said to her man, who was one of her sisters

"All right, who is it?"

"Stand by, Captain." Said the former Arch Angel, tuning in to get the signal. After a little while, the signal was received, the transmission was finally getting through and the voice of a familiar friend made it through

"This is the Azen task force, we are receiving your transmission. Could you repeat that please?"

"This is Captain Rahatiel ur Maxtom of the AAVD."

"Captain Rahatiel, this is Killjoy, your old buddy from the mosque."

Captain Rahatiel let out a sigh of relief. Her men surrounded her and some of them praised either the Grand Creator or their Captain or Killjoy. They began listening in as Captain Rahatiel said

"Thank the Creator. Oh man, Killjoy. Shit, I never thought you wo-"

"Never thought I would come to your rescue? Ah, you're wrong, Rahy, we're here to help you and your people out. Got a count?"

"Yeah, we're all 50 something here."

"Cool. Get a more exact count there, Rahy. We're with the Urranese here and we're going to get there soon. You still there in that radio station?"

As Killjoy spoke, Rahatiel told one of her men to get out and count everybody who was in the radio station while she told another to fetch the list of people that were in her faction. Then Rahatiel replied to Killjoy

"Yeah, I still am. The AAVD is occupied. We're either capturing a nearby garage. We're needing some vehicles. We're also trying to look for some more weapons and ammunition. Got any help for that?"

"Yeah, Rahy, I'm looking at the map now. Uh, what about you? Get a map, ASAP."

At that, Rahatiel was handed a map by one of her men. She then nodded and began looking for their location as she said

"Yeah, I got a map. What do you want me to look for?"

"Okay, Rahy, listen, you got a police station just near your territory. Radio station and apartments, right?"

"Right."

"Okay, Rahy, you can raid that station. I'm betting that place has what you need. In fact, why are you asking me for help? I thought you were raiding police and military by now."

"Excuse, Killjoy, I've just gotten command over 50 plus people, we've just started to do things around here, you know."

"Haha, okay, Rahy, where else you can look for weps and ammo is any nearby Donnish military unit. I'm thinking the Donnish are going to get into some beef right now with the Urranese. A convoy has just been sent out and we're thinking that they're already meeting the Donnish. You might wanna help the Urranese out by hitting the Donnish at their backs or sides. Just let the Urranese know that you're on their side though. Radio them if you can, use open channels."

"Okay, got that."

"Also, Rahy, don't be stupid enough to get yourself killed or hurt. Stay there and let your people do the job. But I'm not giving you orders, Rahy. It's your call. You're a Captain, I'm a Commander but we are sure as shit that we're both taking care of our own people not one kind of people anymore, haha."

"Very funny. All right, Killjoy. See you when I see you."

"Yeah, take care."

"You too, out."

Then the transmission was cut. Rahatiel then stood up and told her men

"All right, girls and boys, let's get ready. I want twenty fighters on me as quick as you can get me them. Weapons and ammunition only. And I don't want our faction to go defenseless so the rest of you stay and take care of this."

They nodded and almost immediately rushed out to do as their Captain told them to do.

???, Donnish-Vanquarian border

One Azulnish man armed with an AR-7 survival rifle stood at the top of the truck that he had. He put a lit cigarrette between his lips, inhaled and let it all out. Then he said to another Azulnish who was standing on the snow just nearby

"Well...things are really going to shit. Just like the Age of Chaos."

The Azulnish woman who had no hair sighed and tugged on her Mossberg FLEX 500. She shook her head and said

"Not just like the Age of Chaos. It's just like every other nasty conflict each and every nation on this world has been through. Historically or not, now or not, it's just like every other damned ugly thing that gets a lot of people killed."

The man laughed. The woman looked at him. The man had long hair. The woman said

"Very funny."

The man shrugged.

The two were just outside a small town close to the border which belonged to the Donnish and to the Vanquarians. The small town was mostly Azulnish. Some were Ulianish or not. Despite that, this small town wasn't immune to what was happening all over Donnerland. Unfortunately for the would-be hostile Ulianish, by the time the Azulnish armed themselves with the weapons and ammunition they had, it didn't make any sense to try to use anything to mess with them. And that fact just became worse for the Ulianish of that town when they remembered that these Azulnish weren't just going to let them mess with them. The two belonged to the local Azulnish Survivalist Club or the ASC.

In fact, survivalism was becoming more and more popular with the Azens and the Azulnish and anyone else who was living outside Azenyanistan but was Azen by blood or by cause. For these two, the murders of Azulnish by the Ulianish just won't happen in their small town. Even so, a fight still happened and it ended with anyone who tried to fight getting into the local jail.

The man then said

"Who are we waiting for again?"

"Nobody."

The man looked at her and the woman caught him looking. She said

"I said nobody."

The man then nodded and looked at what they were both looking at. The stars. Too bad for them, the moon wasn't there. It made the woman frown.

The woman said

"My mother always loved seeing the stars and the moon. She's a Nahhan so that makes me Nahhan too. Maybe I'm just like my mother. I want to see the moon."

"Ain't the same here. My father was a Spiridosee."

"What did you and your father want to see?"

"Ah, we wanted to see the lights. Auroras, I mean."

"Oh! They're beautiful to look at." The woman said, smiling. The man chuckled and said

"Yeah, they're beautiful. It's a shame they're not out here yet though."

"Yeah." The woman said, a bit more softly than before. The man then said to her

"Hey, come on, cheer up. Most important thing is that you and I are going to survive this. So will the rest of us Azulnish here."

"Yeah. That's real." Said the woman. The man then said

"Why don't you get on the truck with me? Come on. It's nice up here."

The woman shrugged. The man said

"Come on!"

"Fine, I'm coming up." Said the woman, putting her shotgun away, the firearm still slung around her. She put her right foot on the tyre and then with the help of the mans hands, she pulled herself up and got on the top. Once there, she then said as she looked at the stars again

"Damn, they're beautiful."

"No denying it."

"Yeah."

Then there was silence. Then the man whispered

"You really think that Southern nation would really get us what we need to get those Ulianish bas-"

"Ssshh, quiet. Let's just look at them stars. There's nothing else to look at but the darkness and the snow and the mountains. And others are doing their patrol too."

"Okay."

And so and so, they continued to watch the stars.

[Urran]

Soraught, Donner Land

The Urranese moved on with more in their number. When offered the chance, the Donnish soldiers protecting this section of the city chose to defect rather than face execution by a leader they resented or the guns of the Urranese that could have easily overwhelmed them with superior fire power. They had been placed in tracked transports near the back of the convoy as they held more people than the wheeled vehicles. While this meant that they were already fulfilling their directive, it also meant less room for civilians. This problem was alleviated somewhat by the presence of transport helicopters in the area.

Toshi was wary, as were all of the Urranese. They had officially crossed the threshold and into the city itself. It was eerily quiet, and dark. Against his better judgement, the captain ordered loudspeakers mounted on a few select vehicles to broadcast appeals for surrender and amnesty to the sheltering population. Most were certain that this would attract anti-foreign fighters upon them like zombies on horror movie teenagers. This, however, did not override their willingness to follow orders. As the machines made their way down the quiet and snowy streets of the Donnish city, the appeal repeated itself over and over again. Some of the soldiers began to feel uneasy, this was not a good idea.

Bogt, Near Crash Sight

A small, tactical transport made its way over the snowy Taiga forests of Donner Land. They were beginning to give way to the outskirts of a major Donnish city before melting away entirely and being overtaken by suburbia. The plane was an Urranese EC27. It was a command/control and electronic countermeasures version of the C27J tactical transport used by the Urranese Army, Air Force, and Special Operations Command.

The plane moved quite quickly, hugging the treeline and eventually the tops of buildings. It banked right and began to circle higher as it passed a civilian airstrip and began to gain altitude. Inside its less than spacious cabin, lit only by the instrument panels of the crew were 12 of the Urranese Navy's special forces, the Kuro Neko or Black Cats. Most of them were armed with an X95 assault rifle, but two of them were armed with M249 LMGs and another with a Vintorez silenced marksman's rifle, and another two more with Beryl assault rifles. The soldier with the Vintorez also had an MP7 in his equipment.

They were all quiet, as they had been for the majority of the flight, praying to their respective gods or simply meditating and going over the mission plans. They'd had one last briefing as they had entered Donnish airspace hours prior. The only ones doing any talking were the crew of the aircraft. While normal C27J's fitted a crew of three, this EC27 had a crew of 11 and more instruments and work stations to crowd the cargo hold. This irritated the commandos somewhat, who would have much rather been in a regular C27, but the higher ups thought it would be best of the aircraft had more than just basic electronic countermeasures going in.

As the aircraft reached drop height, the crew got to work doing what it did best, actively jamming enemy transmissions and attempting to scramble radar signals. During this, radios would go to static and cellphones would be unable to transmit data anywhere. The worst part was that coffee house wifi all over the area would also be down. This was all to ensure that mobs would not be able to broadcast movements of foreigners and police and military forces would have a hard time engaging the aircraft as it made its run over the city. Not every signal was jammed, however, only signals that were detected and deemed hostile or possibly hostile. Selective jamming was the name of the game.

"We have reached the drop point. Drop! Drop! Drop!" Yelled the flight engineer and the cargo bay door began to open. The operatives all had on their night vision goggles and other equipment that they would need. They were already standing at this point and jumped two at a time from the back of the aircraft, which was by this time already over the Unionist crash sight.

The plane made a sharp descent and made an abrupt southerly turn after dropping the last man. The soldiers, however, were just beginning the mission in earnest. They had the crash sight on GPS and had planes to meet there once they had all landed. Thankfully, the drop would not be hot as the crowds seemed to have backed off for the time being. They all landed in different places, but some landed on the same street, leaving their parachutes behind. One by one they formed up until all twelve rucked their way into the crash area to assess the damage for themselves.

[Saradena]

Bogt, Donner Land

---

"Alright, then. Let's head out before more show up."

Mother instructs the other operators to help out the Unionists trapped inside the helicopter and carry them into the vehicles. As they are brought outside, Mother suggests that they take the wounded with them as the wounded are dragged onto the Humvees.
"We'll take the wounded with us. The Humvees we took from them have plenty of room, not to mention we have medical supplies. There's an extraction helo waiting for us at Soraught, once we get there, we'll be extracted towards an LHD that's loitering the area. That sound good to you?"

Meanwhile, as the wounded was dragged onto the Humvee, the Medic immediately takes care of them, bandaging up open wounds and stabilizing their heart rates. Their wounds were severe, and they needed to be extracted as soon as possible else they'll share the same fate as the pilots.

"Mother, they're going into shock. We need to get them out, fast." the Medic frantically says to Mother over the radio. The others, meanwhile, get inside the vehicles and mount up on the mounted guns, preparing to pour out hot lead onto anyone that stands in their way.

[Azenyanistan]

Defiance

Soraught, Donner Land

"Donnah, are you and your men in position?" Whispered the Azulnish man as he held onto his HK416 assault rifle which was supplied to him and his fellow rebels by anonymous benefactors. He observed from the window of an empty building while several Azulnish rebels, who were moving through alleys and tight passes, were getting close to the first Donnish police station that they would raid. Meanwhile, Donnah checked her MP5 as she and her fellow rebels, who had either assault rifles or survival rifles such as the Remington 700 or shotguns like the Mossberg 500, stopped and got to their positions. Others had Molotov cocktails or pipebombs. Only three or so had grenades which they stole or scavenged before this raid. The Azulnish man contacted her with his walkie talkie. Donnah made sure hers was at a low volume just enough for her to hear and just enough for nobody else would know about it. Donnah got her radio and replied

"Yeah, we're here. My team and Idanifas team. Come on, Dza."

Dza kept watching. He took one more glance through the binoculars he stole off the corpse of a crazy Donnish survivalist he killed when the whole thing began. He replied

"Not yet, they're not leaving yet."

Meanwhile...


Grand Azen Military

"Commander Killjoy, Commander Tanyah, it's High Command." Said one of the Angels. The two commanders stood up, looked at each other and approached their sister and Killjoy said

"What's the news?"

"HC wants our forces to adjust their objectives."

The two commanders were silent. The Angel continued

"They want us to cancel all other objectives except assisting the rebels and securing this landing zone and whatever place we can secure here. Commanders, HC wants us to get things ready for our allies."

"ISAT?" Asked Tanyah

"ISAT."

The two commanders nodded. Killjoy smiled while Tanyah did not. Then Tanyah said

"All right, Harahel, tell HC that we're going to do as they say. Meanwhile, we'll want permission to go ahead with the objective of contacting and assisting Captain Rahatiel."

Harahel nodded and went off to make a reply to HC via radio. As the two were left alone, at the back of one of their trucks, Killjoy said

"Change of plans."

"Change of plans. Killjoy, whether or not HC tells us to go or not to go, you do what I tell you to do."

"What will it be, Tanyah?"

"Get yourself and your men to Rahatiel. And then you help her and her rebels. And you try to unite the Azulnish rebels with her too."

"Understood."

"You're sure?"

"I am sure. I'm Killjoy Flyer, Angel of Azenyanistan, woman of the valley and proud Azen operator and commander. And I've been through this kind of thing before, Tanyah. You and I. Don't forget the past. Azen Wars, the Age of Chaos, the whole clusterfuck."

Tanyah nodded. Then she kissed her forehead and said

"Yeah, I know and I won't forget. Go, sister."

Killjoy nodded, jumped out of the truck and called out the names of her squad

"Hayyel! Tadhiel, Andromeda, Valoel and Dina! You too, Mattia! Get on me. We're moving! Let's go! Get on your bikes!"

Tanyah observed her squad members immediately stand up from sitting on the sand or the ground or from chatting with some Urranese soldiers. Killjoys women got their M27 Infantry Automatic Rifles and their Accuracy International AWM rifles and rushed after her. Killjoy got on her motorcycle and after the rest of her squad got on their bikes and got ready, they all stormed off the LZ and into the city. Following them was one of their helicopters. The little painting of an Queen cobra on the tail of that Black Hawk made Tanyah smile as Harahel came back with the message

"HC wants you to proceed."

Tanyah then snickered and said to her adjutant

"They're already off. Come on, get your M27, we're gonna get to the circle. Then we'll start doing our jobs."

Meanwhile...

Bogt, Donner Land


Azen Azulnish Volunteer Defenders

"FUCKING HELL, WHERE THE HELL DID THEY COME FROM?!" Shouted one of the fighters that Rahatiel had as they came under attack by some Donnish men with guns.

In response, one of the fighters with a Benelli M4 said "Just shut up and shoot back!" before that said fighter shot at one of the Donnish who came too close, the fighters shells wounding the Donnish fighter severely.

Rahatiel reloaded her old FN SCAR rifle as she and her fighters got caught on the street by them. They took cover behind walls or buildings, firing back as one of her sisters, Vohamanah, radioed for back up from the radio station and the apartments the AAVD took. The reply was that the AAVD has already sent help, that it's on the way. Captain Rahatiel checked her rifle again before popping out of her cover and taking a few careful shots at the Donnish who only had pistols and what else they had. She took down two before being forced to take cover again from their fire.

Rahatiel looked around to see if her fighters were hit or not. None were hit. None were down. She made a little smile as she popped out again and returned fire, this time a controlled spray of 3 round bursts. She quickly moved from the wall she was taking cover from to where Vohamanah was and she told her

"Vohamanah, contact Killjoy! Tell her that we've got ourselves in a fight here! NOW!"

She nodded and got on the radio again, the both of them hitting the ground as the rounds came again and again. The fighters then moved back, towards their Captain and her sister as more Donnish came. The Arch Angel said over the radio

"This is Rahatiels team, please come in. Repeat, this is Rahatiels team, we're under attack over here. We're on Cross Street! Repeat, Cross Street! We're counting 30...35 on top of us!"

The reply came quickly, with the sound of MT500 military bikes almost dominating Killjoys seemingly pleasant voice

"Yeah, we're hearing yah! We're just getting into the city to help you guys out! Stay alive! We're getting there. JUST HOLD ON, OKAY?!"

"We'll hold on, Killjoy. Get here as fast as you can, come on!" Shouted Rahatiel before she and Vohamanah took their FN SCARs and began returning fire. And yet more came.

And all while Rahatiel said

"Keep them away! And stay low! Stay alive! Alary!"

[Reuss-Lippe]

Bögt, Donner Land. 2km away from crash site

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Looking around for any threats, Johannes remained aware of his surroundings as the convoy speed down the Donnish roads towards the downed Rattean Helicopter. Johannes was leading a convoy of 3 vehicles, two TPz Fuch's and one singular Medical GTK Boxer. As the Convoy speed down the Urban city road, Johannes spotted a women holding a sick child.Whilst Staring at the women and child, Johannes was punched in the arm by a fellow soldier. "Hey, focus on the mission. We are not here to help these people, We are here to help our own." said the soldier, moving back into position to watch the rear of the vehicle. Snapping back to reality, Johannas positioned his machine gun forward and once again focused on the task given to him.

As the convoy moved on to the crash site, they could spot debris from the tail of the helicopter lying on the ground. Upon arrival at the crash site, Johannes spotted figures in the distance. Banging on the Steel body of his vehicle, Johannes gave the signal for the soldiers inside to disembark. Leaving the vehicle with their weapon's drawn and aimed at the figures, Johannes yelled towards the individuals. "Halt!, You are in a area in which a Rattean Military helicopter was shot down by a unknown group. For that reason, you are perceived as a threat. State who you are and why you are here, if you do not comply we have no choice but to add more bloodshed to this crisis."

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Command Ship RNS Westerholt

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Drinking a glass of whisky, Admiral Lowe sat in his office and was beginning to slowly doze off in his chair. His sleep would not last long though, as the lead surgeon came and a Sailor walked into the room to update the admiral on the situation. "I am sorry for not updating you for quite some time, but you will be happy to know that the girl has survived by some miracle. She is a very strong girl" said the surgeon, who was now back away to walk out the door. Once the door was shut, the sailor spoke. "Sir, i came to notify you that we will be receiving guest later, Unionist royalty coming to check on the princess. Should we remove the guest from the Princess room, so that she can sleep and be available for later ?" said the soldier, dropping his salute and standing as attention. Sitting up straight in his chair, the admiral replied to the Sailor. "No, Let our guest Aleksandr be. Apparently they are old friends, allow them to catch up. As for the Royalty, Prep a room or something for them". Nodding, the soldier walked out the office, leaving the admiral be himself once again.

[The Federation of Democratic Regions]

Approaching FNS Swift, International Waters

Red lights were the only source of light in the cabin as the crew chief comforted the sobbing refugee and the observer watched the waters for any activity. Flight Lieutenant Merit Janina Gerhardsson, maintaining a steady grip on the controls as she brought the helicopter in on the FNS Swift's location, she contacted the ship to obtain landing clearance. "Mothership, this is Mercy 1-1 requesting permission to land. 42 refugees plus four crew, running low on fuel."

"Mercy 1-1, landing permission denied. Change course for the FNS Ocean. The deck is clear." Sure enough, as the frigate came into view so did the hulking form of the amphibious assault ship. Several chinooks were warming up on the deck and preparing for takeoff, and she could make out the silhouettes of two more vessels sliding through the water only a short distance away from the LHD.

"Holy shit, the cavalry's here." She mumbled to herself, before keying the mic again. "Acknowledged Mothership, changing course and beginning landing sequence." The observer had been the first to spot the looming ship, and had pointed it out to the crew chief and refugees who were starting to gather around the windows to see the ship. As the wheels made contact with the deck, the chinooks began to take off leaving the AW101 the sole helicopter on the deck. While the rotors died down, she unbuckled her harness and stepped out to speak with the deck chief. Crew were already ushering the refugees off the helicopter while others began the process of refueling it. The crew chief, identifiable by his bright blue vest, was standing off to the side with a small group of soldiers.

Shaking off her helmet, she ran up to talk to him. "It's hell out there Chief. Streets are overrun. What are my orders?" She asked, as he pulled a folded and badly creased map out of his pocket. "Glad to see you made it in one piece pilot. You're not heading back to the embassy. Our consulate in Soraught has gone dark, no contact for the last twelve hours. Satellite footage has been spotty due to the current situation, but what we've got doesn't look good. Seems the crowds breached the gates early on and took the compound. These boys here," He gestured to the twelve soldiers assembled behind him, "are your cargo. You're to drop them off at these grid coordinates and stay on station to evac them and any survivors they find. God speed pilot."

Janina snapped off a salute before putting her helmet back on and jogging back to the helicopter. The observer was feeding a new belt when she walked in. Good lad, she thought. It always good to have someone with common sense on her crew. Standing by the ramp, she waved the team of soldiers aboard. Taking her seat at the controls, she fired up the main rotors as the deck crew scurried away. The helicopter began to ascend as the special forces team buckled themselves in, and the observer pulled back the bolt on his GPMG while the crew chief took a long drag off her cigarette before smashing it under her boot. Soraught was uncharted territory, so they would have to be on alert for anything.

Bogt, Donnerland
Federationist Embassy

The situation outside of the embassy was rapidly destabilizing, as the helicopter departing had served as magnet for any nearby Donnish mobs. Estimates of the Donnish outside of the gates had gone from 150 to nearly 700 compared to forty Federationist soldiers, one HMG team, and 180 refugees or embassy staff. Twice the crowd had attempted to rush the gate and twice they had been forced back with live rounds. Nobody was permitted to leave the compound without being accompanied by at least four soldiers, as one lone sentry was in a makeshift infirmary after being beaten by the crowd.

There was no way the embassy could hold until the afternoon, thought Ambassador Nilsson as he paced around the office where he once met with Donnish officers and politicians. Nor was it possible to evacuate everyone in the embassy with the lone helicopter on station. He would have to prioritize the the refugees above the embassy staff and security contingent, considering they were completely defenseless. Running the mental math through his head, it would take at least three more round trips to get out the refugees and another two for the soldiers and embassy staff. It was highly doubtful they could hold that long.

Suddenly, an aide burst into the room holding a printed communique. "Very urgent sir, for your eyes only." Taking the scrap of paper from the aide's outstretched hands, he scanned over it quickly only to pause as his eyes went wide.

Code: Select all

HIGHLY URGENT-OFFICIAL EYES ONLY

FNS OCEAN ON STATION ACCOMPANIED BY FNS WARRIOR AND FNS STALWERT. FIRST COMPANY ROYAL QUEEN'S HUSSARS DEPLOYING TO REINFORCE PRESENT FEDERATIONIST GROUND FORCES. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.

He fell back into his desk chair and began to sob tears of joy while the aide closed the door behind him. Thoughts of seeing his wife and daughter entered his mind but were shattered by the sound of helicopter rotors in the distance. The soldiers began to herd the refugees off the main lawn towards the swimming pool as the first of the chinooks came in for landing. Standing up quickly and knocking over the desk chair, he ran down the stairwell to go meet them. Opening the main doors, he nearly collapsed from sheer relief at the sight of a platoon of soldiers disembarking the helicopter. Shortly afterwards another one landed, and then another and another, until nearly 210 soldiers were on the ground. The last helicopter contained a weapons section with two more heavy machine guns and a mortar.

The embassy was in for the long run.

[Union Of Autocratic Empires]

????, Donner Land

"Shut. The Hell. UP.", interjected the Kaisarine, slowly rising and holding her gaze against his after regaining her sight. "You disgusting, worthless, waste of air". The woman's tone sounded almost calm, but one could feel a very poisonous tone underneath her words, which had slight traces of accent. After a few seconds of violent silence, she continued. "You know what, Neuron?", she interjected to her captor, deeming him undesserving of having his family name used. "During my life, I have met a lot of disgusting human beings, but YOU, you have to be the most disgusting lump of flesh I have ever had the utter disgrace to lay my eyes upon. Not only are you killing your very own people for the fact you consider them "unworthy of being Donnish", but you ALSO required the help of at least half a dozen armed men, alongside an armored vehicle, to restrain a single, unarmed, concused woman. But that is not the worst part, no. The worst part", she continued, her tone raising and gaining a bit more accent. "Is that you used an innocent child as a human shield. An innocent child you KILLED as casually as someone throws an empty bottle away, you disgusting piece of shit."

She felt silent for a few seconds, after which she emited a mild, passively aggressive laugh. "And yet, here you are, spouting your Donnish superiority bullshit while trying to show me bullshit news about my daughter's "death". Oh, what? You expected me to believe the news would catch on this so soon? Or that I have not seen people survive worse injuries in my daily job? So not only are you a coward who needs to have two armed men by his side to taunt an unarmed, chained woman, but you are also a moron."

"You are a disgusting piece of skeida."

Portean Mother Base

"Okay, got the fireteam, now to inform the liutenant. Remember Ritva, you are a grunt again; act humble, she is your superior, never do anythimg until she tells you..., thought the descendant of the valkyria. "Now, to ask her to go meet them - all under the orders of a superior, of course - all from a position of submission and respec-", she was interrupted upon crashing with someone. "Mitä helvettiä!", she let out as she bumped into someone. The man glared at her, but she dismissed it upon realising she was in the middle of a crowd. She made her way to the front of the group, when she noticed the liutenant being confronted by a Donnish mercenary. SHe overheard teh conversation, and approached another mercenary. "What is going on?"

Somewhere in Donner Land

As the darkness had fallen over Donner Land, the streets were almost desserted, only the remmnants of the carnage that had taken place serving as a grim reminder of what had happened... and a taste of what was yet to come.

And regardless of this, a couple still roamed the streets; a policemen in uniform and a very covered blonde woman, wearing a mini dress, high heels,srocking and long gloves that covered most of her skin, besides a fur coat and a long hat. She was holding the man's hand with her left arm, who seemed slightly uncomfortable.

"You will not get away with this, sovarich", the policeman said quietly, as the other individual held his shattered hand somewhat strong, causing him to stop for a second and wince in pain. "Oh dear, you should not tell your girlfriend that!", "she" said as "she" raised her head enough to let him see "her" blue eyes and burnt upper face, "specially when she has a prostetic arm capable of ripping your hand off and shoving it where the sun never shines!", answered the Kaisar in an eerily convincing, affable false woman voice. "Now, you always told me you would show me the Azen embassy..."

[Empire of Donner land]

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???, Donner Land

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The Kaisarine entered a offensive of verbal assault, a loud tirade that would make any ordinary man break down and repent all his sins he ever committed.

Voy wasn't any ordinary man, and to him, he never committed any sins.

"I've heard it all before, Princess, it's been expected of me since birth to pointlessly kill. But now I have a point." Voy said walking next to her and crouching to eye level. "My point is to end your people from causing further harm to my people, simple stuff with a complicated backround, but it will all become so clear soon." Voy poked the Kaisarine on the cheek and stood up and walked over to one of the guards, requesting a knife which was promptly given to him expecting that the Head of State would out right murder the Kaisarine and cover the floor in blood.

"A Coward, weak? Been there, done that, but since you're so very into that imagination of yours, I'm inclined to make you stop day dreaming!" Voy said his voice rising. He turned to his Guards who began to question him and themselves quietly and ordered them away with a swipe of the hand, hesitantly they left securing the door behind them as a precaution. Voy flipped the knife in his hand, it's tip landing straight up on his finger skillfully. Voy didn't flinch as he flipped it again and caught it as he walked behind the Kaisarine cutting her rope restraints with a single swipe and walking backwards and dropping the knife between them, the clink of the metal against concrete echoing as the tiny pool of blood formed beneath it's tip. Voy and the Kaisarine felt watched, intensely.

"Prove me wrong! Kill me!" Voy yelled, "Extinguish this fire before it engulfs the world, Kaisarine!" he bellowed even louder, it reverberating off the walls.

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MB Randgriz

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"On our authority, Mam. Turn around and walk the other way, I don't give a shit what rank or family you belong to. You're just another stuck up Portean thinking they own the world." He said calmly, with little anger however all of what he felt was shown with a single action. The Merc spit on the floor between them.

But behind them things got heated. One of the Mercs was run into and before she could even finish her sentence she was shoved onto the ground with his gun and yelled at to stay down. In response the two Mercs at front raised their weapons at the Portean.

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F.D.R Embassy

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The walls of the embassy stood steadfast against the protesters and rioters chanting for them to leave or they'll be forced out. The gate shook from the combined man power if those hitting it and grabbing it, so much so that the ground shook a little with it. The night was just beginning as the street lamps shone, the snow creating a eery glow in the streets from the white sodium lamps.

Sirens and flashing lights, as well as a directed ear piercing sound, sent the mob flying away as the Military took their place. Military Vehicles dismounted troops from them. And a single person looking like the orchastrater of it all stood in front of the Gate with a megaphone.

"Attention, Embassy, you are to surrender at once and submit yourself to Military Custody under the D.I.A. You have sixty minutes to respond before we come in, you will be deemed a hostile threat to the sovereignty of Donner Land and its people if you resist. Please make the correct choice."

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[The Federation of Democratic Regions]

Soraught, Donneland

The dust kicked up by the helicopter's rotors obscured the ground as Janina lowered the small craft onto the consulate's helicopter pad. The pad had been clear considering the previous helicopter had been pushed off into the front courtyard and was now ablaze. She flicked several switches as the rotors began to die down, turning around and motioning the special forces team that they were clear to disembark. Patching into their helmet cam feeds, she watched as they approached the consulate's rooftop access door which was kicked open and marked with bullet holes, a very worrying sign. Everything she was seeing was being conveyed back to the FNS Ocean, which remained offshore with its helicopters and remaining troops. The first indication that something had gone very wrong was when one of the soldiers panned his camera over a figure slumped against the wall. It was one of the security staff, with his face nearly reduced to a pulp. His blood had been used to scrawl a message on the wall. 'DIE SOVARICH SCUM'.

One of the soldiers leaned down and pulled off the young marine's dogtags before standing back up and carrying on. Next up were the third level administrative offices. The first one on the right still had its door shut. Six soldiers stacked up on it while the other six checked the left door. Kicking the door in, the soldiers quickly fanned out in the office to search for any corpses or survivors. All they found was empty containers that should've held classified documents regarding the situation in Donnerland, and an otherwise completely orderly office. The door on the left was a different story, with a makeshift furniture barricade knocked over and sprawled by the doorway. Small fires were burning in the room, centered around a pile of boxes in the middle that must've held documents. At least some of the staff had time to get the job done. Moving down the hallway, she saw much of the same story, with many of the rooms either empty or completely destroyed. The end of the hallway was different entirely, however, with a massive fire raging in the stairwell and blocking progress further downwards. A bloody handprint had been left on the door's small glass window, and she could only assume someone had met their painful demise in the fire.

Slipping her mic on, she spoke to the ground team leader. "You guys need to hurry it up, there's no way they didn't see us coming in." The team leader clicked his radio twice in affirmative, before moving over and smashing one of the windows in the offices. Clipping rappelling cords to the window frame, the team began to climb down the side of the building to get around the fire in the stairwell. Kicking off the side of the building, the teamer leader kicked in the window on the second floor and landed right behind where the consulate's chief officer should've been sitting. However, the room was in a state of disarray, with books tossed off the shelves and the desk itself flipped over to face the door. Another security office was leaning up against the desk, with his weapon beside him. He had been shot several times, and had apparently returned fire judging by the amount of empty shell casings on the ground. Fanning out of the office, the team began to find dead office staff and intelligence officers. Many of the staff had been shot at their desks, or dragged out into the hallway and beaten to death. The stairwell leading down to the first floor was clear, and her mind began to wonder about what could be down there. More dead corpses, survivors, an angry mob maybe? The team kicked in the door at the end of the stairwell and rushed out into the lobby.

This was definitely where the embassy security staff had tried to make their stand. The doors were blown off their hinges and for the large part blown to bits, while the receptionist station was covered in blood and graffiti. Two marines were sprawled out in the receptionist station, beaten and shot, while seven more were scattered over the lobby. It looked like they had tried to hold them off only to either run out of ammo or shot and beaten. The door to the staff room had been smashed, and inside was the chief security officer draped over a table with a pistol lying on it. He had shot himself in the head rather than be captured or beaten to death by an angry mob. Meanwhile, the other team members had been downloading the camera footage from the security station and accessing the panic room. The heavy metal door, which was unharmed surprisingly, slid open revealing a young brunette receptionist cowering behind a wide eyed marine pointing his assault rifle at the door. The two collapsed in relief as the team fed the security footage into Janina's cameras.

The scene in the lobby was relatively normal until a dozen of the marines ran in, ushering the receptionists out of their station and setting up behind the furniture. Chanting could be heard, as the interior of the lobby went dark without power. An engine came closer and closer, until a truck smashed in through the front doors. The marines began pelting it with gunfire to no effect, as the protesters began rushing in ignoring the countless dead they were leaving at their feet. Slowly, they overran most of the marines, with two in the receptionist station firing wildly as dozens of protesters jumped over the counter. One of the marines tried to crawl away, only to be set upon by the mob in seconds who ignored his screams. Some of the marines fell back towards the stairwell, firing as they did. It took two more minutes for the gunfire to die down, and then the mob poured back into the lobby dragging with them the chief officer, a single marine, one of the receptionists, and three office staff. As the kidnapped staff screamed, one of the protesters turned back and stared at the camera with a grin before shooting it.

So that left six possible survivors unaccounted for and possibly dead, with another two secure. She quickly typed out a command into the helicopter's computer, telling it to track the implant the chief officer and the marine had. With any luck, they would still be transmitting the locations of both. The chief officer's transponder showed his location in some kind of public building, a police station or something, while the marine's transponder showed him at an intersection nearby. Meanwhile, the special forces team destroyed the rest of the computer data in the security room before leading the two survivors back up to the roof. Janina watched as the young receptionist boarded, tears streaming down her face. The woman didn't even look like she was 25 yet. Meanwhile, the marine just stayed silent with the same wide eyed expression he had earlier. He had to watch his team and friends die, and the kid was probably badly in shock. The team leader poked his head into the cockpit as Janina raised the ramp. "Hey pilot, we're going after the others. I assume you've got their locations, so let's get to it." The helicopter lifted off from the consulate, which was bathed in orange light from the fires burning all around it. It was almost like a light show in the night sky. She nosed the helicopter north towards the marine's transponder while her two gunners loaded their door guns.

Federationist Embassy

The marines had taken up position in the fifteen minutes they had before Donnish military units arrive. The 60mm mortar was set up in the courtyard in a hastily dug foxhole, while one of the machine guns was position on the balcony covering the main gate. Two more were on the roof covering the streets outside the walls, while the fourth was behind a low sandbag wall in the courtyard watching the gate. The marines had set up hasty positions inside the embassy and in the courtyard, while the embassy staff had helped barricade the windows inside. Their commanding officer was standing with the lieutenant in charge of the embassy's security inside the ambassador's office, watching as the Donnish rolled up outside and dismounted from their vehicles as the mob of rioters scattered. Ordering his men to hold their fire, he keyed into the embassy's loudspeaker system as the Donnish ordered them to surrender."Attention Donnish forces, you are threatening Federationist military units stationed on Federationist territory which is also under diplomatic protection. We will not surrender and if you enter the embassy grounds we will open fire."

[Free Asian Ports]

MB Randgriz

The instant the various onlookers saw the raised weapons, every single hand was on their sidearm. In less than a second, dozens of handguns were pointing at the massively outnumbered Donnish. The vast majority were the standard-issue Seburo M5, but there was also a few M1911s and Browning HPs that were hand-me-downs from previous generations, something that officers were allowed to bring with them as official service sidearms. They weren't slouches, either. In the Marines, everybody was a riflemen. Even the officers went through brutal basic training. Each met the minimum marksman requirements for weapons use. Each piece of cold steel was pointed squarely at the Donnish mercs. At this range, none would miss.

Kimiko put her hand on her own 1911, but didn't draw it. She heard the commotion cease and the sound of dozens of pistols being drawn from their holsters. She knew everybody was behind her. Grinning, she locked her gaze with the WISH Lieutenant. "Mister merc. You have no authority. At least, not without our express permission; which you seem to have neglected in your audacity and hubris. Look it up, it's in your contract. Now, we'd rather not have a mess here. If you want to walk out of this with the current amount of blood in your body, I'd suggest you pick up your shit and leave. You're already under suspicion for collusion, so don't make us kick you off Randgriz for good. Is. That. Clear?"

Down the hall, a couple patrolling MPs had noticed the crowd and sudden shift in tone. They unslung their carbines and approached carefully.

Bögt, Donner Land

K101 noticed that a couple Ratteans had appeared. How convenient. She waved at them, making sure they saw that she was not Donnish. "Ohayo! We're friendlies! We came to check out the crash site, too! Don't be alarmed! Come on over and help us with the wounded!" she shouted to them, while the two other Porteans worked to get the wrecked doors open.

[Reuss-Lippe]

Crash Site
Bögt, Donner Land

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As the figures began to move in the distance, the soldiers kept their weapons drawn. Having not replied yet, Johannes moved his finger down to the trigger of his machine gun. Ready to fire, the figures responded.the individuals addressed themselves as friendlies who had came to check out the crash site and help any survivors. sighing of relief, Johannes signaled for two soldiers to unload the equipment to make room for any wounded who needed to be loaded up. Unloading the equipment inside, two soldier's ran over to the two portean soldiers and assisted them in prying open the wrecked doors of the helicopter. Driving next towards the individuals, he greeted himself. "Unteroffizer Johannes Bonath." he said leaning off to the side of his Tpz Fuchs, extending his hand out to the individual. "If you do not mind me asking, were are we taking the wounded ?" Johannes added on, still offering his hand to the individual.

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RNS Westerholt
International Waters

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Standing near the hospital bed, Aleksandr began poking at the transparent IV bag's. Poking at the bag, Aleksandr heard a gasp. Looking back at the bed, he saw the women was moving. Grabbing a chair, aleksandr placed it on the right side of the bed. Pulling a small flask from his coat pocket, aleksandr took a sip and placed it on the table next to him. Clearing his throat, he began to speak."Good afternoon Princess, did you enjoy your nap ?" aleksandr said, hoping for a reply. With the room remaining silent, he grabbed his flask and took another sip."Moving on to other things, you are probably wondering were you are and how you got here. Well to start things off, you are on the command ship RNS Westerholt, You were injured and taken to a nearby Embassy in Bögt where Rattean helicopters flew in and strapped you up and hauled you too the command ship and bought you too the medical ward. They performed a operation on you and you survived even with the small percentage. I just so happen to be on he ship performing some duties when you were rushed in, being the long time friend i am I came to check up on you, I want to ask how are you doing ?"

[Saradena]

Crash Site, Donner Land

The operators were all set to go as the last one gets inside, but before they could take off, they were interrupted by a large force, which was revealed as Rattean troops. Mother was about to bring out her radio but the Porteans were the first to report. Mother sighed for a bit before her radio cracked. It was the medic from the other Humvee.

"Mother, our wounded is in Critical condition, she's going into shock. We need to move, now."

With this, Mother tells the entire team to move out, regardless whether the Porteans or the Ratteans are also moving out with them. Mother reports to the CO of the Portean Spec-Ops Unit. "Portean Team, Rattean Team, Esgonian Team's moving out of the crash site. We have a wounded going critical and we can't stay here for long. We're moving out immediately. Out" once she transmits the message to the Porteans, she then informs HQ about the situation at hand and requests extraction for the wounded.

"HQ, this is Magi Team. We're heading to the LZ. White Queen's is MIA, but we have her aides in here and one of them needs serious medical attention. Requesting extraction, over."

She then places strobes on the Humvees and instructs another agent to do so on theirs so friendly forces would not mark them as hostile. Knowing the area between them and the LZ would be full of Donnish forces, they prepare their weapons, waiting for anyone who tries to shoot them as they drive through the streets on the way to the LZ.

Near Donnish Waters

As soon as Headquarters receive word from Magi Team, they then request the nearby LHD to launch their helicopters and commence extraction of the HUNTR Agents. Four UH-60 helicopters were dispatched for the mission, one to extract the agents, another to extract the wounded, and the other two were escorts, fitted with the DAP configuration and were loaded with Marines. They immediately take off once they were green, as they had a critically wounded person to save, not to mention Donnish military presence in the area is increasing. The UH-60s were ordered to fire on anything that is a threat to them and the convoy, which there were informed were captured HMMWVs with strobes.