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

by **Urran** » Wed Jul 06, 2016 9:12 pm

Free Asian Ports wrote:
Elsewhere
The embassy staff and Marine guards were trying to handle the newly arrived foreigners. A Portean Marine worked with the Esgonian soldier, who was clearly in a minor panic. "Don't worry, sergeant Lambert, we'll get you back home, there's a radio right here" he said, handing the Esgonian the handset to a radio already tuned to an older ISAT comm frequency that the Esgonians probably also used. A Portean embassy official, looking for something to do, took the Urranese pilot aside. "Gomenasai, the military people seem a little busy. I'll help you out here. We need as many aircraft as we can, so your assistance is most welcome, A group over there is waiting for their flight out of here" he said, bowing as he apologized and pointing to a small group of huddled clerks.

Moments later, the low buzzing sound of approaching helicopters picked up once more as the transport helicopters returned for a second, final load of evacuees.

Kenshin turned and saluted the marine and straightened himself up. "My orders are to evacuate anyone willing to go with me. I will take anyone willing and able." he replied. In fact, he was willing to make multiple trips if he could get the permission for it. The bigger helicopters were busy with the civilians and other embassies in other cities. He was sure they'd grant him permission to fly. What he didn't know was that the mothership had changed course and was expected to have a full flight deck. He'd have to land aboard one of the smaller frigates or a destoryer with his passengers.

OOC: sorry but not much for me to go on

by **Die Erworbenen Namen** » Wed Jul 06, 2016 11:36 pm

Letsninsky turned around in the middle of the snow and pulled the trigger on his SMG the instant he thought he lined it up with a man. He emptied his clip in seconds as he held down the trigger, with the gun on its lowest firing rate. He brought the gun to bare in an arc, effectivly spraying and praying. It was the product of an instant grasp of fear, and it probably would've been his downfall if it hadn't been for his silencer. His diving into the deep snow, however, was the result of training more than it was the fear. The same for him instantly reloading the clip in his SMG, done purely on instinct more than on fear.

by **Free Asian Ports** » Thu Jul 07, 2016 4:42 pm

Portean Embassy
K101 was briefly surprised at the Donnish man's panic. She was also expecting a slightly deeper voice. She presumed the man speaking was part of Perun. That certainly was fast. "The Kaisarine? Well, that's a new development. I hope you're treating her well" said K101 in a calm tone. Though the phone was clearly nothing special, she could still hear commotion through the connection. It was more or less a known statistic that Donnish busts were generally smaller than that of Liyomesse (and Porteans), but she certainly didn't expect one to make such a comment so loosely. After all, the Kaisarine's measurements were only a couple sizes lager than her own, and N101's was even closer. Were the Donnish on the losing side when it came to inheriting Liyomesse features?

K101 caught herself going off track. That could wait until she had free time. For now, the mission. "Oh, apologies! Mister Selhg is safe with us. He's being evacuated with the rest of the diplomats here. I'm with the Portean Intelligence Agency. You Perun folks are slippery fish. We were looking for you already, but now that you've got the Kaisarine it seems we need to pick up the pace. Don't worry, I'm on your side".

At about that time, she could hear some more heated activity. A door had been kicked open, and the Donnish might have scrambled. Hoping that Jeerne hadn't dropped the phone in his sudden change in position, she kept talking. "Give us your position so we can get to you" she said, heading down the stairs to the vehicle bay. The two special forces operators followed her.

A Marine jogged over to Selhg and tapped him on the shoulder. Shouting to be heard over the noise of heavy lift helicopters, he tried to get the ambassador moving to the evac choppers. "SIR! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS THE LAST WAVE TO LEAVE! IF YOU DON'T BOARD NOW, YOU WON'T BE GETTING OUT!"

The last of the Marines who had been guarding the compound were streaming onto the roof, moving to board a couple helicopters that had been left empty to take on the guards. What little equipment they had was loaded up with them. Of the two V-100s that the embassy had, one was being destroyed by C4. The other was left to the FIA for their mission. Nothing would be left.

by **Western Pacific Territories** » Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:35 pm

NORWESCOM Headquarters, Pacifica.
0502 Hours.

"Gentlemen, given the events occurring in Donnerland, I think we all agree that war is inevitable. We need to have more than a lone destroyer in international waters once this thing kicks off." said a rather high-ranking admiral. Another similar looking man continued, saying "While you're right, would you mind addressing how much of a threat Donnerland is to the rest of Helsa?" The first man replied "Quite bleak. Intelligence, and past experience says that the Helgast and Vanquarians will go on the offense, but the Donnish will likely push them back. Once the Vanquarians are on the run, the Donnish will likely sweep through them and take Auxaris. Same with the Helgast. From there, they'll eliminate Novokrainia, and move on to DEN. DEN is a tougher nut to crack but they can do it. From there we don't know."

Bogt, Donnerland.
0459 Hours
Cpt. Price

Price and the other remained silent. He had a feeling he was outgunned, but he knew he had taken them by surprise, though surprise couldn't do much good. Then again, he thought, maybe they had no idea how many of them there were. Meanwhile, Alex had been kicked out of the chopper by the Rattean pilot, who had chosen to essentially disobey orders and leave them stranded here. He had made himself useful though, and decided to run to the site of the crash and act as a scout.

Price's situation was made much more easier when he looked behind him and saw Alex on the rooftop, holding his SAW, kneel down and point his gun at Perun. He said to them "We've got you outnumbered and there's more of us coming, put down your arms!"

by **Union Of Autocratic Empires** » Tue Jul 12, 2016 2:41 pm

Bögt, Donner Land

Seizing the opportunity that Price provoked with his untimely appearance nearby, Sigbritt bolted up and, with a swift move, grabbed the man from behind, locking his right arm and puting her knife on the right side of his neck, right over the jugular vein. "Don't do anything foolsih", she told both to her newly acquired meat shield and his female partner. "Enough blood has been spilled today." As she said this, she took a handgun off the surprised soldier and trained it on his partner after switching off the safety.

She hoped she wouldn't need to shoot.

Meanwhile, in other part of the city

The barman hid behind the counter, covering his head with his hands as all hell broke loose around him; bullets, screaming, and tables being turned transformed into the background music for the most surreal moment of the man's life.

It all started when a very feminine-looking man entered in his local, wearing a dark uniform coupled with a military hat, not unlike those worn by some Unionists that worked for the government, but with a skull as a symbol. The man, who he mistook for a woman at first, approached him and asked him about the whereabouts of a few kids from the neighbourhood, all the while calling him "native", with a faint German ice accent; coupled with his dark skin and remarkably cheery attitude, made him think he was an Abulan. Thinking he was a creep, he tried to avoid the question; after all, what kind of normal man wears boots with spurs and carries revolvers like a cowboy?

He insisted, but the bar's patrons (most of them armed), a dressed him, inquiring that a "foreign sovarich" shouldn't go around asking about decent kids; it was that moment when he noticed there was something off about the man, as he remembered how something in his eyes changed, turning them into those of a killer. After a brief exchange, a young Donnish woman went for her weapon, but she was overwhelmed by a very quick draw of the foreigner who shot her in the arm, promoting the patrons and the barman to dive for cover.

The fighting eventually stopped, and the sounds if struggle were replaced by those of moaning... and of spurs coming closer to the counter.

"Hallo? Mister barman?", heard the old man. Making his peace, he stood up,only to be confronted by the lively blue eyes of the androgynous stranger. "Will you help me now?", continued the man nonchalantly, as he handed him a photo of the teens. He was sorry, but there was no way in Hell he'd upset that man, as he started writing a few adresses in a piece of paper, looking past the figure to the injured customers, as he hadn't killed anyone, surprisingly enough.

He handed over the list, and the man smiled behind his mask that covered the lower part of his face. Satisfied, he left a very generous amount of Unionist Melchiots (over 35,000), and walked for the door, whistling.

"W-wait!", said the barman, unable to fight back the curiosity. "Who... who are you?". The shooter stopped right were he stood without turning around, and after a few seconds of silence, answered.

"Do you know the expression, there is always a bigger fish?". The barman nodded, dumbfounded. "Well, I am the fisherman. Have a lovely day, native!"

by **Empire of Donner land** » Sat Jul 16, 2016 6:55 am

Donnish Imperial Army High Command

"General, East and West armies have prepared and are ready. We can commence the attack at anytime if given the order. However the West's Commander, Frehwehg, is asking for a little more time to prepare." A young Man wearing a White Digital Camouflage Uniform spoke, addressing a much taller and older man, his blank white Uniform adorned with many awards and medals. "Some of the Troops and equipment are taking longer than he expected to load onto their ships. Everything else on the Modenan border is fully prepared though, Sir." He finished.

"If everything goes well, we should be done quickly with the war, we have to be prepared fully. Tell him he's got his time, but only a day. That's when it begins. The sooner this is done the sooner I can... nevermind. Just give him the message." Keenes said dismissing the young Soldier, He saluted and walked away out of a nearby door. Keenes stayed in the large operations room, computer screens across it all and a main one in front of them hung from a wall that was huge showing a map of Donner Land and its now Enemy Neighbors.

This isn't the Donosklan I know... He thought to himself as he looked at the main screen in front of him and the many Computer Operators that sat in rows upon rows doing their many jobs. Despite Voys fantasies, a portion of the Military was not sided with him and what he was doing, Keenes was one of them. He knew that what Voy was doing was destructive to the country, Keenes didn't believe in the man's racist and ultra nationalist doctrines, it wasn't the country's place in the world. He was too ambitious, it made Keenes increasingly confident that Donner Land would only survive under Military Control, leaving it to regular politicians has never worked in the past.

There was a secret divide in the Military now, those who supported Voy, and those who wanted to Coup; keeping it secret until the right time after the war. They just had to win, losing wasn't an option, it was too late for Keenes to abject. Tomorrow was it, and night was soon. He'd have to win Voy's war before he could bring him down.

Bögt, Capital Building

Voy was pacing in his Office. He was stressing out more than usual, the plan to take the Kaisarine had failed and because of that now he knew where Perun was. They had betrayed him, he could recognize their voices. But it was smart of them, just has he was about to order the kills on the unwanted of the group. He was now more focused on what they were doing, why were they doing this? Perun couldn't have known what he was going to do.

Then it hit him.

"Bastards!" Voy yelled, he grabbed the grandfather, pushing it down hearing the glass shatter over the clock on the floor loudly. Immediately the door opened and a suited Man walked in, surprised by the sudden anger.

"Uh, my Leader... I can come back another time if you'd wish." He said, his eyes shifting around the room nervously. "I was simply bringing in another report, General Keenes says that things are going perfectly well. However in Sauraght the Namenians have bombed-"

"I don't care what the dammed Namenian fools did or who they killed." Voy said with a hostile tone, almost instantly calming down as he finished speaking. "I would like for a certain thorn in my side to be removed. Quickly. Perun is coming here, and I have a feeling they want my head. Would you please tell whomever to increase security and prepare the situation room?" Voy said, walking calmly to the window and looking outside. His mood had changed on the dime.

"Yes sir." The Assistant said quickly.

As they left, Voy began to think to himself.

My country will be mine, Perun can't do anything about it. I've worked too hard to get here, I won't allow a group of dissidents to ruin it all, I'm the rightful and only ruler of this country. All that I've done to get here, I wouldn't have to have done it if they hadn't killed them... I will take this country, and kill every single Foreigner in the process for what they did, the Azulnish and Ehgtuians will pay, they will be avenged, She will be avenged finally. Voy thought, forming a grin on his face, something looking of pure satisfaction. The thought of finally avenging his Family and Her gave nothing but happiness to him.

The Helsa Federation was the perfect ruse to get here... he thought, suddenly praising himself, and began thinking out loud "The perfect ruse..."

Bögt, Crash Site

Caught off guard, Jeerne and his team her put into a pickle of a situation. He couldn't help but note how rude it was for the Pacifican to interrupt a phone call that was so important. But based on the voice he now heard, he could tell something was off with who was on the other end; being that it was a female voice. One he could very specifically remember. Agrabah.... he thought as he still held his weapon up.

They picked up the pace, considering the situation Jeerne was in that the Portean woman could hear. "Give us your position so we can get to you" She said.

"Squinty, you know that's not how we operate. I thought you knew us better than that. After all you've been spending quite the while researching us. Let me guess, Selhg wants you to stop us?" He whispered into the phone he held between his shoulder and head, aiming down the sight of his gun.

"We've got you outnumbered and there's more of us coming, put down your arms!" The Pacifican yelled.

"Were at a impass then aren't we." Cere said from where he stood.

"Let us go, and we let you go. Our enemy isn't you, and our enemy could stop all of this before it gets too bad." Then he remembered the Kaisarine. He looked back to the alley, only to see Hes with a Knife to his throat. "He have the Kaisarine! Let us go and you can have her, alright?" Jeerne said, trying to broker a deal, making sure She heard him.

In the Alley, Hes was not in the best of moods. He had a knife to him and a Gun to his friend. He heard what Jeerne said and immediately had an outburst "You've got to be kidding me!" He yelled "We just got her!"

"Mission. Hes." Untuli said training her sights on the Kaisarines head. "You heard him, Kaisarine. Calm down. We're not for Voy. We were just trying to save your life and get you to a safe house." Untuli said. "Now, if you could let him go we won't have to kill you for getting in our way, ma'm."

Crash Site, North East Donner Land

Snow sprayed upwards as bullets impacted around the two. The Sergzen and Cavorel ducked seemingly trying to avoid the fire. Being that this was now life threatening they returned it with pleasure, firing their Rifles at where the Man once was and slowly walking towards his position firing bursts to keep the Pilot down.

by **Saradena** » Sat Jul 16, 2016 9:20 am

Portean Embassy, Soraught

The Ka-60 helicopter lands at the embassy, finally getting the exhausted Esgonian soldier out of the hellhole that was Soraught. Thanking the Portean staff, he heads towards the choppers, taking a last look at the blazing horizon as he gets inside the helicopter. Once his feet were off the ground, the helicopter takes off, heading towards the LHD. From the insanity that had happened here and from the distance between Donner Land and Esgonia, Esgonian intervention was not happening anytime soon. But for the Esgonian Intelligence Service, it was a different story.

Esgonian Intelligence Service Headquarters, Eldrichta

"Voy's head seems to have cracked, I see?"

Anna from the PsyOps division smiles as she watches the monitors displaying field and news reports. As well as live aerial footage from Donner Land collected by satellites and high-altitude stealth drones circling above the country, where from the room, they could see everything that's happening on the ground. "This wave of nationalism shows that Voy and his supporters have been hiding this for a long time....What a surprise..
From behind her, comes Kotori Brunshelm, who sits down beside her.

"I know, Who knew that the Donnish would just spring up and slap most of the world in the face like that? But I have to admit, they have some balls to do that."

"Yes, they have the guts, but not the rationality. They're spelling their own demise from this.."

As the two receive reports coming in from the Esgonian forces in Donner Land who have been extracted, Kotori's secretary rushes up to her, with a folder in hand.
"From Higher-Ups, Snips." she says as she hands over the folder to her. Although Kotori disliked being called "Snips", she had now had grown accustomed to people saying that, stating in her head that "At least I'm not being called a Princess.." Kotori then opens the folders and reads the files inside of it, to which her eyes flattened and her mood grew serious.

"Let me guess, Kotori. Higher ups called it, didn't they?" Anna asked, seeing Kotori's sudden change of mood.

"Yep, they called it. Guess we're getting out hands full this week...Ugh....and I have instructor lessons for Historia this Sunda- oh yeah, massive injuries after being beaten to near death by several individuals. Welp, that clears out my schedule..."

"Figure they'd actually activate the Sierra Madre protocol. This'll turn ugly for everyone in the end anyway if nothing is done.." Anna gives her remark. "So, how many rooks are being summoned for this one?"

"Eight. Just eight. Surprisingly they just came back from Iodinae a few months back."

"...REDEYE?"

"Yep."

"Hoo boy, with the Union about to stir up a shitstorm soon, Voy's going to have a bad time.."

After the hearty conversation, the two women return to their officer, Anna towards her office, analyzing the psycho profiles of EIS Agents who had been recently deployed while Kotori makes her way to the command room, where she briefs and instructs the field agents and command staff along with observing them from a monitor.

Somewhere in Donner Land
An hour later

"About time Sierra Madre's been activated. Thought you were just going to leave us here and let us enjoy our vacation.." A woman sits on a chair speaks on the phone via a highly-encrypted Esgonian Military line as she watches from her apartment as smoke continues to dirty up the blue sky.
"Alright then, Terminate the Black King and protect the White Queen? Yes, I know, Voy and the Kaisarine, respectively. Will do."

"Just when I thought my vacation was getting better." The woman says to herself as she dresses up. She then gets a small bag and inspects it.
"Passports, other papers, Several hundred Faulks, two cans of food, clothes, and this neat toy..." she takes the Mk.23 SOCOM from her bag and inspects it. Observing and checking it before cleaning it as she gets a couple of magazines in her bag then puts the pistol back in. Once she was all set to go, she leaves the room, turning the lights off and closing the door "For courtesy reasons." Once she walks by the hall, she is followed by a group of 7 men, who also had bags of different variants with them. Once of them comes close to her and asks "So, higher ups decided to activate Sierra Madre now, huh?"

"Mhmm...I know you're all excited for this, Jester. Ready to kick some ass once again?"

"You bet I am, Mother."

The 8 individuals then make their way towards Bogt, moving fast to avoid being suspected and quickly and silently terminating anyone that gets aggressive in their way. The fate of Donner Land and countless innocent lives now hang by a thread, and they need to act now.

by **Union Of Autocratic Empires** » Mon Jul 18, 2016 8:33 am

Bögt, Dönner Land

"You will forgive me if I don't believe that claim.", answered the veteran of the Unification War, glancing towards the ruins of the helicopter and at the body of the Rattean pilot that had been shot down - no, executed. She tried to hide it, but she was worried for Aelia and Makuhide, who were with her when the helicopter was shot down. She then turned her attention - and her aim - to the woman in front of her, for she was a menace that had to be dealt with; as such, she left her gun to the floor, after which she picked a grenade from her human shield and tossed it at her without pulling the pin, hitting Hes with the pommel of the knife and lunging at her immediately after in a way that would hide her from the guns of the Operator's companions.

Inside the crashed helicopter

The interior of the helicopter was a mess of twisted steel and blood, the light of day struggling to get through the opened doors. Inside, veteran valkyria Aelia was performing first aid on her sister of battle, who had gotten out of the crash worse for wear than the rest of the survivors, due to a shard of steel having gotten embedded into the side if her torso.

"Alright", she said in her natural cockney accent as she closed the bottle she had used to clean the injury. "that should buy us some time to fend off infections. How do ya feel?" "It hurts", answered the Portean, pained but nonchalantly. "Alright, how many fingers do you see?", she said as she extended her index and middle fingers in the style of "the fork", prompting Makuhide to laugh softly, before her smile turned into a frown of pain. "I screwed up, didn't I, captain?" "No, Makuhide, you did not screw up. There wasn't much you could have done. You did not know they had rocket launchers. ", answered Aelia to the injured valkyria. "To be honest, I don't know what the bloody Hell happened here in Donner Land; one moment they welcome us with open arms, and the next they try to gut us like fish. It all makes no bloody sense. But that'she politics for us uninformed masses, I supose." After realizing she had gone into tangent, she turned her attention to the Portean's injury. "We should get you our of here; there is no way for me to treat you properly." "What about the Kaisarine?", she responded to her superior. "We are supposed to be her bodyguards." The more experienced Aelia brushed off her idea. "In your condition and without weapons? We'd be more of a burden than an asset. What we have to do now is lay low and extract." She noticed her subordinate's look of disapproval."So you want to leave her to save your own skin, caotain?" "Look", she interrupted", that woman was the closest thing I've ever had to a mother; she paid for my clothes, my food, my education and was one of the biggest supports I had when my son was born. If you disagree with my assessment of the situation, then fine, but calling me a coward for admiting I can't help someone I care about will only end in me beating the everloving fuck out of you, injury or not. Got it?" The Portean was surprised by her aggressive response, which prompted her to calm down. "I understand you are new, and I appreciate you want to help, but right now we can't do anything other than getting you out if here. Get it?" The recruit nodded in response. "Good. Now, let's wait until things calm down over there to leave through the other door."

by **Urran** » Tue Jul 19, 2016 1:28 pm

Somewhere At Sea, Donnish Coast

Kenshin's helicopter, now loaded down with Portean clerks, made its way over the sea towards where URS Nishigahara should be. The helicopter blades thumped a low and deep rumble that was almost soothing with the doors clothes. All in all about 8 clerks had been rescued before the embassy fell. This was Kenshin's first load of refugees from the conflict, though the Urranese vessels had rescued quite a few fleeing Donnish and people of other nationalities from the carnage and flight operations were continuing. Everything seemed to be going as well as could be expected with a country collapsing around you.

However, Kenshin soon noticed a problem. Nishigahara, Gotanda, Oshiage, Orga, and Chokai had moved out of the rendezvous area and were now positioned further up the cost. Liaoninghad stayed in place, as well a new arrival, Akizuki Class frigate, URS Niizuki. Kenshin had not been informed of the movement and was rather confused by it. He decided to attempt communication.

"Mothership, Mothership. This is Heaven's Mercy Flight. Please respond."

"This is Mothership, go ahead."

"You have moved out of operational area. I do not have enough fuel to reach you. Over."

"Heaven's Mercy, be advised, operational area has changed. Now focusing on Bogt. You are to land on Niizuki and continue operations from there. Over."

"Roger. Thank you for the heads up."

There was no reply to that. It was really a snap at the flight controllers on board the LHD for not telling him of the change in plans. However, things had changed quite a bit. Niizuki had had its ASW AW101 taken and given to Liaoning after Liaoning's helicopter had been given to Nishigahara for search and rescue purposes. Liaoning's utility and transport AW101 had been fitted with gun and rocket pods and was being used as an assault transport for rescue operations. Essentially the LHD and two LPD's were focused entirely on rescue operations, the two Mosura Class destroyers on monitoring Donnish military movement and providing intelligence to the allied effort, as well as secondary hospital ships. Lioning and Niizuki were to assist from afar as Soraught was seen as a lost cause, but the possibility of others in the area in need of help had warranted keeping them where they were.

Kenshin made his approach onto the Urranese version of the Fremm frigate and let the clerks off. The frigate was a small, multipurpose warship and had room to accommodate about 20 extras in addition to its crew of just over 130. The night air was chilled and the salty air was almost calming. But Kenshin couldn't sit back and enjoy it. He had to make sure that no one was left behind. They began to refuel his helicopter and his crew got off for a few minutes to relieve themselves and grab something to drink, but Kenshin didn't get off. He could only think about the mission.

by **Free Asian Ports** » Tue Jul 19, 2016 2:45 pm

Portean Embassy

"Stop you? From doing what? I assume you're trying to kill Voy" said K101 as she walked out into the courtyard where the armored car was waiting. "In which case, I think it best to work together. It seems prudent that we do. This situation appears to be getting out of hand. If I help you take out Voy, I'd expect you to return the favor. But first, there are some issues that need clearing up. See you in a few~" she said before hanging up. K101 turned to one of the comms officers, who had been tracking the call. "Got it?" she asked. "Yeah, here it is. Somewhere in Bögt, but I think you'll be able to narrow it down" he said, handing her a paper with the approximate coordinates.

The two Portean soldiers with her were mounting the V-100, digging up cables and linkages. A CH-53 came to a hover over the courtyard, lowering a winch cable down to the vehicle. One of the Porteans hooked the newly-constructed hoist to the chopper's winch cable while the other watched. With a clank, the two vehicles were connected. The other Portean turned to K101 and signaled their readiness. K101 climbed aboard as the hatches were being closed and locked down. "This'll get a little bumpy" she said as she strapped in. The last Portean Marines made it up to the roof of the building and piled into the last couple of CH-46s. They took off, throwing up some dust as they left. Then it was just K101 and her team.

With a roar, the three turbine engines on the CH-53 went to full power to lift the armored vehicle out of the embassy courtyard. Pulling the weight of the V-100, the Sea Stallion dusted off and vectored towards Bögt. The V-100 was slung underneath, hanging while it flew over the Donnish landscape. And like that, there was no more life in the embassy.

Mother Base Randgriz, 400 kilometers southwest of WPT

Kimiko snored again as she napped in her bunk. Her dream primarily consisted of a land made entirely of Chocolate, again, and the many adventures one could have in an edible world. Why she continued to have chocolate dreams was beyond her comprehension. Needless to say, she enjoyed it anyways. About midway through consuming a struggling chocolate prostitute, Kimiko's world was shaken violently. At this point, she awoke to the noise of activity. Again. For the third time today. "Can't a girl have a nap?" moaned Kimiko, turning over in bed. The room, which she shared with another lieutenant, rumbled noisily as a result of the activity outside.

The officer's barracks Kimiko was posted in was adjacent to a heavy transport avenue. Today, trucks of supplies and equipment were rumbling through the huge tunnel towards the docks. For hours now, the heavy equipment was moving along the road right next to Kimiko's room. And it was rattling the whole block around. The path from the storage platforms to the dockyards took the vehicles right through this sector of the habitation blocks. Esgonian engineering, of course. Oh yes, it was a good system. The tunnels and bridges were large enough to fit the largest cargo vehicles several times across. Even three loaded tank carriers abreast could fit with room to spare on the side to let jeeps pass. But that didn't help Kimiko sleep at night.

She rolled out of bed and rummaged around for her BDU. Not like there was anything else to choose from. A dress and one set of civilian clothes was all she had besides the military-issue stuff. And it wasn't like she could prance around Randgriz in her dress blues. After putting on some clothes and taking a nice, long stretch, she decided to get lunch. Maybe there was a mess hall open...

Opening the door and tottering out into the hallway, Kimiko had already decided on her destination. The interior of MB Randgriz was more akin to that of a ship, being made up of platforms derived from oil rigs and all. Regardless, it still had the layout one would expect of a hotel. At least, if you were on a residential block. The Cargo and Operations sectors were built a little differently. The mess halls were lower on the platforms, closer to the bottom and hanging over the ocean below. The large windows that made up some of the walls of the mess halls therefore had an unobstructed view of either the sea or the underside of MB Randgriz in all its industrial glory.

Picking up a tray to pick up food from the buffet, Kimiko blissfully enjoyed what might be her last week of off-duty before she deployed.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:31 pm

Bögt, Donner Land

Untuli dodged out of the way as the Grenade flew towards her, "Grenade!" She yelled as she went for cover. Hes was knocked out barely, falling to the ground and his vision getting blurry trying to keep himself up with all fours on the ground trying to stop himself from hitting the ground. He pulled himself onto the the wall using it to get up and a nearby dumpster from what he could tell. He looked to his right and could make out two people, one moving quite rapidly. It slowly began to clear up in his eyes.

Untuli while this was happening noticed the Pin was still in. But it was too late before it seemed she was tackled by their enemy. She landed on the ground with the Kaisarine above her with a Knife. Hes as he tried to get up still couldn't make any sense of the situation, it was simply a blur even if it was clearing up.

The rest of the team couldn't interrupt the fight, they had to watch raising their weapons at the Kaisairne, it was against code to ruin a fight by interrupting it. Either they died, or the Kaisarine did or ran away. In one way it was moral torture to watch it and not being able to do anything, but on the other side they had to watch because they couldn't interrupt. In some of them every fibre in their being told them to help but they knew it was wrong. Jeerne didn't point or raise his weapon, he simply let it rest and blankly stared at them, as if he was waiting for one of them to die.

They had even slowly stopped paying attention to the Pacifican to watch. It would be simply dishonorable and traitorous not to. They kept watch ever so often, but the attention was mostly on Untuli and Hes along with their new Enemy, the Kaisarine. "Sergzen, we can't just let this happen... I know-" Keneveh said.

"It's code, you don't argue with the code. Whom lives, lives." Jeerne said. "Let it happen, the best win." And so they watched.

Over the South Sea, Donner Land

Selhg looked out of the Helicopter. The City was just on the Horizon as they flew away and dissapearing. He couldn't do anything now, he could only hope the Portman Agent did the right thing. And hope that his Brother wouldn't be killed in the Process, but if he had to die for the survival for the country, it'd almost be forgivable. He looked back down at the passing scene, securing the buttons of his coat around him as he did so. The cold and sometimes icy water below them was a calm reminder that he was out of the thick of it, safe now moving at hundreds of kilometers per hour. By now every Embassy was evacuated, he just hoped that no one was stuck in the country.

Donner Land was in a tough spot. In a day Voy turned the country upside down, reversed everything Selhg and the rest of his Colleagues did and for what? The work he put into fixing relations with the neighbors, ruined, Voy has specifically ordered him to do it all yet he reverses it within hours. The reason behind this was missing, like Voy flipped a coin landing on heads deciding to throw the country into the fire. He thought about it, there was always a reason. And he realized that Voy's first thing he did when In Office was create the Helsa Federation, he couldn't have not known it was too forward, that it would attract so much attention in the World that the North was uniting under one banner. Selhg knew from the start that it was off, that something was going to happen... this was it. And he was playing right into his hand, distract the world while he gained control of the country becoming a Dictator secretly, like a Wolf in Sheep's clothing, he snuck into the hearts of the countries people and play make up with the world. It was all an act, a big ruse to keep the eyes off the bigger picture in the backround. And he fell for it, he helped it all, he became his assistant in destroying his own Country, his own people. This was all partly his fault.

Th-that Bastard... he used us all as pawns and we didn't even know until it was too late. No... No!

He could have stopped it all if he hadn't fallen victim to Voy like so many others did. He could have destroyed it before it happened but he was too late, he had to escape. He knew something was coming but not when, and he never tried to even slightly stop it at all. His job of protection of the Country fell apart. His job was just to bring a sledgehammer to it all. Never before had he felt so used, like a cheap tool sitting in a Shed.

Selhg stared blankly forward as the country grew further away gripping the helicopter tightly in anger. Selhg looked up and at the nearby Portean manning a Vulcan Minigun, lazily letting it droop as he watched the Sea go by. The F.A.P would probably have questions for him, alot, based on what he knew about them. Any information they could get from the inside of the Countries government would be a God send. If he was correct, there's a whole lot of questions he could answer that the Porteans would on a normal day pay good money for. But money wasn't what he was after if he was going to answer questions, he wanted something more from them, a promise. Selhg looked back at where they had come from, and Sauraght was gone. He needed to tell them all.

"Are you okay, Mr.Ambassador?" The Portean asked, looking at the visibly disgruntled Man in front of him.

"No. And don't call me Mr.Ambassador, that's never been my job." Selhg said plainly, the Portean simply shrugging and looking back at the Sea.

I have to fix this, I have to do something. He thought to himself. He couldn't just let the country be without him. Especially after what he had done to destroy his own country, kill his own people. So much blood was now on his hands, no amount of washing could get it off now. He had to do something...

Anything.

by **Die Erworbenen Namen** » Tue Jul 26, 2016 8:20 pm

Namenian Crash Site

Letsninsky felt the sting of a bullet impact his right leg just below the knee, probably breaking something as it shattered inside his muscles. Blood was now leaking into the ground around his leg, an important fact that he couldn't ignore despite the amount of suppressing fire the two were pouring on him. But he did have a chance. He waited with his head down and his gun held tight until the two began to reload. With his gun up and his body moved, he aimed at the first man and depressed the trigger on the automatic fire, moving the gun to the other as he did so.

by **Union Of Autocratic Empires** » Mon Aug 01, 2016 4:55 am

Bögt, Donner Land

Taking advantage of the surprise element, Sigbritt grabbed the Perun operator from her arm and threw tried to throw her against the wall, hoping to stun her so she could make her escape without having to draw blood - she wouldn't kill if she had the chance to avoid it, but she would not alow anyone to stop her from reuniting with her daughter.

Somewhere else, outside of Bögt

Slowly but surely, the terrified Donnish teen continued to dig the great hole alongside her friends, while the shadowy yet eerily cheerful figure watched over them. None of them thought of fighting back, as they had seen what he had done to Neuron after he tried to fight back, and none wanted to have their arm twisted like a wet ragdoll. They were absolutely terrified of him (or was it her?), of how he had gone to each of their locations as if he knew their routine (or, in some cases, lack thereof), and how he then convinced (or blackmailed) them into going to a secluded area outside of Bögt, only to then force them to dig a ditch at gunpoint. This had been a horrible day for her; first, her boyfriend had gotten shot by that whore Shitbritt, and them she had been kidnapped. She was lamenting her bad luck in what should have been a happy day, when the stranger suddenly indicated them to stop. "That's enough, ladies and gentlemen!", he (?) said as he stepped into the ditch. "I'd say that... yes! Perfect! Very fine work! I hope you guys are proud of yourselves!", said the kidnapper in a very cheerful voice. "Now, would you be so kind as to stay by the side if the ditch, please?" It was then when one of them decided to ask the dreaded question. "W-what is this for?" The man almost looked happy about someone having asked the question. "Very good question, Mr..." only silence followed the inferred question "you are shy I see. It's OK." He turned around and pulled out his revolver, which he proceeded to load."Let me answer your question with another question; do you know the expression, digging yourself deeper? Then congratulations!

You just digged your own grave."

The revelation hit hard the teenagers, and one of them tried to flee only to be discouraged by a bullet hitting the ground nearby. It was then when she started to weep silently at the realization that she would never again see her parents or her boyfriend. "Please no!", someone cried. "We are just children!" "And so were your victims today.", the stranger replied. "Kids, younger teens, maybe adults, you get my point. Now, get on your knees, or I will start shooting before I have to." Everyone complied, not too happy about having to do so. "In my hands I have two Colt Single Action Army Model 1873, which means I have twelve shots I'm my hands. There's twelve of you here. I am going to shoot eleven times; one if you will be lucky enough to see their family again. Now, close your eyes, or I will take my time with you."

She followed the monster's orders, and proceeded to me tally bid farewell to her friends and family. Suddenly , the first shot exploded in her eyes, followed by another one. And another one. And another one. She though the thing couldn't get worst, when she felt a warm sensation in the back of her head, prompting her to start crying even more. After what seemed to be an eternity, a miracle happened when she felt the gun stopped touching her head. She felt relieved... until she heard another shot, which reminded her her friends were now dying around her.

That hit her harder than the idea of dying itself.

Off the coast of Donner Land.

Princess Adreana was very happy with the (admittedly moderate) success of the evacuation; while the very organized Esgonians had managed to evacuate almost all of theit citizens, she managed to save a few stragglers and some members of the Donnish endemic minorities that were being persecuted. They were VERY happy, and she was having a very interesting conversation with a teenage boy that, like her, had been born mute; apparently, the Army was participating in the purge of minorities, and the police actively helped them. This revelation worried her; would Adra do what Voy was doing now in Donner Land? It was easy to think they were over it, that the Donnish were simply uncivilised savages, but she knew better. No one was truly above trying to get rid of those that sre different, and Adra didn't have the best history when it came to dealing with minorities. While the people had become much more open towards foreigners, SPECIALLY since the creation of the Union, many of those in the nobility still preached their hate towards those different to their children. Eventually, she would have to deal with this contingency, even though she didn't knew how to do so at the moment; all she knew is that she was facing the consecuences of doing so, and they deeply disturbed her.

"Princess Adreana, we have received an update on the state of the embassy. The evacuation was completed with just one casualty." The Princess asked her brother to teel the pilot to elaborate on the incident. "Apparently, a crowd caught one of the deployed Terro-Trüppen deployed on the embassy off guard and mobbed him. Before he died, however, he detonated his incendiary grenades while screaming "Zeuge mir". Apparently that scared the crowd enough to run away. Some 30 or so Donnish died in the incident"

Sometimes, though, it's hard to tell if we really are the good ones, she thought to herself.

Abula, The Unionist Federal Council

The members of the Council were perfectly conscious of the gravity of the situation that was going on in Donner Land; not only where the actions of Neuron Voy a very serious crime against his own people, but a direct aggression against the core tenets of the Union, an attack against her very own existence. To complicate matters more, Kaisarine Sigbritt and Princess Hsitoria were stranded on the epicenter of the disaster, the latter probably gravely injured if the video they had received was anything to go by, and the Kaisar himself had disappeared. Fortunately, the Council had foresight enough as to put mechanisms in case something like this should happen, which translated into General Secretary of State High Commissar Maximilian Aurelius stepping into the position of Kaisar momentarily.

"This can't be alowed to happen!", screamed King Brutus of Adra. "Not only are they commiting GENOCIDE, but they also brutalize the Abulan princess and send a video of their perversion to us as a menace! My wife fainted when she saw it!", yelled the Adran. "I agree with my royal comrade"; spoke Premier Nikolas Setrenzi, leader of the People's Republic of Kruchau. "They are openly declaring their hostily against us by telling us we are not safe from their rage, and they have openly killed several Unionist citizens. We must respond. And I think I have an idea, but..." the veteran politician interrupted himself. "... where are the other members of the Union? Prime Minister Nanasawa, for instace." "We think our allies have more experience when it comes to taking part in conflicts outside our soil", answered Suoma Varynen, current High Queen of LIyom. "so we decided to let them tackle the issue in their own way. Don't worry, we will still support them with logistical assistance." Hearing this, the Premier spoke up. "I have contacted my old friend Oleksander, the Hetman of Novokrainia, and he told me he and his allies at the USS would gladly accept our assistance." "Are you sure about that, Premier?", interrupted Prince Wilheim, taking his father's place as Abula's representative. "We know the USS can be somewhat... hostile... towards people of your ideology. It might cause trouble", he sentenced. It was obvious that what had happened to his younger sister had seriously affectted him, even though he was trying to hide it. "Worry not, old friend. My people are used to being seen with suspicious eyes for our ideology. We know the Novokrainians are betetr taht that. That said", he continued, turning to the Liyomesse High Queen, "we would like to request the bulk of infantry of our forces to be made up of mebers of the Liyomesse part of the Unionist Army. They should be better prepared to deal with the extreme climate, while our tanks support them." The High Queen nodded, and told one of her assistants to prepare a combat group.

"Good", said Maximilian, the temporary Kaisar. "Anything else?" "We would like to recommend general Juán Tejas Castro to be put in command of the bulk of the forces that will assist the USS.", suddenly spoke Pepe Bonaventura Orellana, consul of Fenigón. "The man, alongside the Kruchauan tank crews, has proved himself in Fenigón." The council backed the consul, and so the Union was ready for war.

Somewhere in Azenyanistan

"Aaaand... there we go", said Kristina as drops of sweat feel down her forehead while she finished defusing a mine left over the last combat in the area. "This should render it useless. Want to have tea?", she asked her companion as she handed him a small bottle; the poor rookie sapper was pale as a ghost and visibly ashamed of it. She patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay to respect bombs, rookie. There is nothing to be ashamed of." The young Bazelani recruit turned towards her. "R-really?" "Yes. Your behaviour out here was excelent. I will make sure your commanding officer is notified." "T-thanks, Lady Krist-" she interrupted him with a swift hand movement. "Please call me Kristina, comrade Francoise. We are all equal here", she told him. She had left teh Party, but its ideals were still deep within her. "Now, let's head back to the base. You might want to change your underwear." "Y-y-es, please..."

Back at the base, a few minutes later, the recruit was taken away to the baracks, while she stayed in the canteen, thinking about home while enjoying a small appetizer, when a man wearing the iconic uniform of the Commissariat approached her and asked for her attention. "Excuse me, Kristina Topalov Cipcic?", said the man in a nasal tone. "That would be me", she replied in a friendly tone. "How may assist you, comrade commissar?" "I have orders to take you away from Azenyanistan. You are going to be put under the command of Liutenant Kimiko Nanasawa in the upcoming invasion of Donner Land." The sapper barely had enough time to process the information. Why were they invading Donner Land? Was she going to be put under teh command of the Kimiko Nanasawa? Everything caught her by surprise, and had to assimilate all that info before managing to answer. "You... are not a very subtle man, are you, comrade commissar?" "I'm not paid to be subtle.

Pick up your belongings. You leave in an hour."

Villa las Casas, Fenigón.

As he prepared to leave his home and venture for the battlefield, Fernando Rojas Cañadas, designated marksman, pondered about what would happen in the nearby future. Would the Donnish be hard to kill? Would he have to shoot at armed civilians? Was his new liutenant as good as her reputation said? So many questions, so many things to look forward too.

"My, my, look at you", heard the young man as his mother entered in the room. "You wear the uniform very well." "Thank you, mother." She started fixing his look a little when his father entered in the room. "Let him be, Sofía. He is going to war, not to a date." "Well, I'm sorry, but no child of mine will look like a disaster in the lines. Not if I can help it", she answered half seriously. "You ready son?" "I think yes. How do I look?" "You look dashing, Fernandito", answered her mother with pride. "Just try to not seduce too many Donnish girls." "Mom!" complained the embarrassed Fernando, prompting his parents to laugh. They were going to tease him a little bit more, when someone knocked at the gate of the mansion. "I suppose they are here for you. Remember, my son", said his father, holding him from the shoulders. "You are making your family proud." "Thanks dad. I will come back covered in glory. I promise." "We are certain of it.", was his reply. After hugging his parents, he bid them farewell and left for the Portan mother Base.

Portean Military Mother Base

The smell of the sea received Ritva as she made her way to the section of the Base where liutenant Kimiko Nanasawa was said to be currently, where she would introduce herself as the corporal of the combined Unionist squad that would be put under her command, effective immediately; she had been sent overseas before any of the squad members to ease them with the process.

As she made her way there, she noticed how a few of the soldiers present there wouldn't stop looking at her shoulder, which sported the upper part if the skulk of a wolf; due to her heritage as the descendant of the first Valkyria (the ancient hero, not the founder of the Valkyrian Guard), tradition dictated she had to wear at least a piece of wolf skeleton in her uniform. She herself didn't really care about tradition, but people liked it, so she put up with it.

She eventually made her way to one of the MPS of the Base and asked for directions, finally managing to meet up with the Portean. "Liutenatn Kimiko? I apologize for interrupting. My name is Ritva Salonen, and I will be in charge of the new Unionist suqad that will be put under your command. It's an honor meeting someone of your reputation", she said as she extended her hand.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Wed Aug 03, 2016 11:28 pm

Bögt, Donner Land

Untuli found herself from the ground, now on the wall as the Kaisarine threw her. Stunned she pushed herself up but was too late, The Kaisarine had already gotten farther away. However, Hes had recovered.

Seeing that she was trying to get away, and not at all happy at what happened to him, he tackled the Kaisarine with Knife in hand ferociously trying to bring her to the ground.

by **The Federation of Democratic Regions** » Sun Aug 07, 2016 2:13 pm

Approaching Bögt, Donner Land

The AW101 flew over the Donnish countryside, approaching the besieged embassy in Bögt. Its pilot, Flight Lieutenant Merit Janina Gerhardsson, handled the controls with the confidence of a veteran pilot. She had seen seen service in Azenyanistan, and that shit would either make a soldier out of a kid or kill them. The reassuring thumping of the helicopter blades served to calm the rookies on the crew, in particular the observer. He was manning one of the machine guns mounted on the helicopter; he was just a boy who had never even left the Federation before joining the navy and being assigned to the FNS Swift. Her crew chief on the other hand, had served with her since Azenyanistan, and had been there first hand to witness the atrocities that would likely be similar to what they would encounter at the embassy, panicked people fleeing the prejudice of angry mobs targeting them just because of their home country or their race. Radio chatter had been pretty quiet, largely reports on the size of the mob outside of the gates. So far dozens of Federationist citizens along with random people being attacked by the mob had been pulled onto the grounds awaiting evacuation. Lethal force had been authorized from the start of the crisis, and a heavy machine gun position had been established on the roof while another was situated covering the gate in the courtyard.

A single platoon of marines and a gate were the only things standing between the crowd and the people sheltered in the embassy, and that would be it until the FNS Federation arrived from the Federation with her escorts and elements of the 1st Marine Division. Priority number one was the evacuation of refugees and nonessential staff before the mob broke through the gate, with a secondary objective of supporting other foreign nations in protection of their embassies and retrieval of their citizens. The gates were open to any foreigners who could provide proof of citizenship in USS, ISAT, or Unionist nations. Donnish citizens who could provide proof of being Azulnish or Ehgtuian had been allowed in as well, although they were kept under heavy guard to prevent any saboteur from sneaking in. So far the mob had held off, remaining in the streets immediately outside of the walls after their first assault had been repelled with several bursts of machine gun fire. As the helicopter approached the outskirts of the city, the signs of chaos became evident with massive crowds visible in the streets while unchecked fires dotted the urban landscape. Intelligence had said that most of the other embassies in the city had already evacuated to offshore naval vessels, but thanks to the smaller crowd outside of the Federationist embassy, reinforcements had been dispatched instead of evac helicopters.

Janina couldn't understand why the Donnish would even have anything against the Federation so as to have mobs of citizens besiege its embassy. Light trade had been common between the two cold nations, and the Federation had supported Donnerland against the IWA and in stabilizing Modeno. Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the commanding lieutenant on the ground who had been managing the situation. "Mercy 1-1, this is Bastion Lead. Situation's getting hairy down here, what's your ETA?" The lieutenant was one of the few veterans at the embassy and probably the reason why it hadn't fallen yet. "Bastion, this is Mercy 1-1. Estimated arrival in two minutes, forty seconds, how copy?" The embassy was barely in sight past the skyscrapers and blocks of buildings. "Solid copy Mercy, the first load of refugees is prepared for departure." As the helicopter descended towards the embassy landing pad, a rock bounced off of the hull. Protesters outside the gates begin to bombard the aircraft with makeshift projectiles, but were discouraged by a burst of machine gun fire from the right gun. As the wheels made contact with the landing pad, the stairwell door opened and a marine pushed the first refugee towards the helicopter. The final passengers included half a dozen embassy staff, bringing the amount of passengers onboard to forty people; two dozen Federationists and sixteen foreign nationals or citizens of Azulnish and Ehgtuian descent. She gestured to one of the marines that they were ready for takeoff and got a thumbs up in response.

The heavily laden helicopter took off slowly and was far lower to the ground as it flew over the mob. The sound of rocks hitting the helicopter sounded like machine gun fire, as two young adults with a pair of young girls began to sob. A much longer burst of gunfire hitting several of the rock throwers stopped the crowd this time as the helicopter gained altitude and flew towards the coast.

by **Saradena** » Mon Aug 08, 2016 7:45 pm

Bogt

Meanwhile, the eight agents walk their way towards the area where the crash site was reported to be.

"Are you sure that Eldrichta's giving the right coordinates?" asked one of the agents as they continued walking.

"Eldrichta wouldn't be circling their satellites and their drones here if they guessed it wrong. And speaking of which, if I'm correct, the crash site is only....5 klicks away.."

"We need a ride...fast..."

As they moved along, they spot several Donnish military personnel patrolling the street they were on. One of the agents garroted one of the soldiers while another whacked the other in the back of the head with a pistol, knocking them both out. Up ahead, they spot two light transport vehicles parked along the sidewalk, one of them armed with a 12.7 mm machine gun. The soldiers on the sidewalk were in the process of executing several Azenish citizens, with one of them already lying on the ground, lifeless.

"We need those rides." says one agent.

"Right, not to mention, since the cars are pretty much where those fuckers are shooting those civvies right there, we could save those guys from death and take their ride."

"Two birds with one stone, eh?" smirked Mother.

The agents took position where they could get full view of the soldiers they need to take out. Once they were in position, they quickly pull out their weapons, Mother had only a Mk. 23 with her, but it could still do the job. The others had either an MP5SD6, or a suppressed APM-67/88 SMG.

"Alright, take the shot."

Just before the soldiers could even pull the trigger, they were quickly dispatched by the operators, and one by one they fell quickly. One of them tries to grab his rifle as he ran back to get it but was grabbed by Mother, who pointed her Mk. 23 at him.

"We need your ride, where are your keys?"

"You won't get them from me, you S-sovarich BITCH!"

"Sir, one of the keys is here on this guy."

Before Mother could interrogate him further, she could hear the slight jiggle of something metallic in his pants. After giving him a whisper of thanks, she knocks him out with her pistol, she then orders her men to board the Humvees and drive to the site

"I just hope we're not too late..."

by **Urran** » Mon Aug 08, 2016 8:31 pm

URS Nishigahara, Armory.

Naval Infantry soldier Toshi Niigata had assembled within the armory of the LHD with about 99 other soldiers, they represented a large portion of the 350 "marines" that had been stationed aboard the Urranese vessel for the intervention in Donner Land. He was a young Corporal, 21, practically directly out of high school. He was average size for an Urranese male, 5'6", 110 pounds and unassuming with his dark brown eyes and short black hair that was hidden completely by his combat helmet. He'd grabbed his MTAR, six fragmentation grenades, FN 5-7, ammo, water, and other supplies from the racks as soon as the alarm had sounded. The red warning lights on the wall were still spinning and the intercom was still blasting a message for Expeditionary Unit 2 to get ready to deploy. This was his first true call to combat, aside from a quick deployment to the Vanquarian border in Urranese Turkey that turned out to be a false alarm. The Urranese had always been suspicious of the Vanqs and considered them to be Urran's one real enemy and greatest risk to their national security.

There was a rush of adrenaline and a cacophony of noise, voices intermingled, boots clanking against the metal floor, the loading of magazines and chambering of rounds, the "bridge jocky" calling for them to load up and report to the well deck for loading, and then deployment. Of course questions abounded in the charged atmosphere. What was the mission? Had this grown into a larger conflict? Was this the start of a greater operation? Were they going to rescue anyone in particular? What kind of resistance, if any, would there be? No one really seemed to know.

Of course, with everyone working as a unit, and not really questioning the orders so much as having questions about them, since they had not truly been given yet, it was a smooth and efficient single file through the armory, grabbing gear, and equipment before streaming to the massive well deck, which, thankfully for sake of efficiency and time, was located on the same level. There were officers there, lieutenants mostly, using glowing traffic wands to steer squads of soldiers to their awaiting vehicles.

All vehicles that were participating were lined up end to end, most already had their drivers in place and were filling up with soldiers. From what Toshi could see, as he formed up with his squad, there were 5 Baragon APC’s, one of which he would be seated in, 3 Baragon IFV’s with 30mm cannons and ATGM launchers, and 6 BVS10 tracked carriers, all of which were totally empty except for the crew. One, that Toshi could see as he stood on the tips of his toes, had medical crosses on its flanks and a white flag with a central red cross flew from an antennae on the rear module. The other five seemed to have a 14 seat arrangement for passengers. So, from what Toshi gathered, the wheeled vehicles were for transporting soldiers and the tracked ones were for transporting and caring for refugees of this crisis. That answered many of the questions right there. This was a search and rescue operation, not a peacekeeping op or the beginning of an invasion style intervention.

Within seconds of the arrival of all members of Toshi’s squad of ten soldiers they were rushed to their awaiting carriage. She was a big, mean, green, 8x8 APC with two pumpjets for amphibious landings, somewhat comfortable cabin, as far as military vehicles went, and an RWS with 12.7mm machine gun. She sat 10 and had a crew of three. Their sergeant, the 10th man, was the last aboard. With that, the door closed firmly behind them and all was dark except for the eerie red interior lights that illuminated the troop compartment and the blueish light that shown from the sergeant’s manifest. Each sergeant and officer had one, it was like a tablet and was a medium for the storage of maps and the reception of orders, as well as for the sharing of other battlefield information.

The sergeant almost at once started barking the instruction that he had been given, in a way that only a sergeant can. “Alright, listen up! Our mission is to land on Donnish soil and penetrate into Soraught. We’ve gotten word that some cannot make it to helicopter landing zones or are trapped by mobs. We are to be a ground based rescue force for foreigners trapped within the city, and also for those Donnish that wish to escape. Parliament sees this as a rebellion, as such, anyone trying to do us harm or impede us is to be treated as a rebel fighter. We have full permission to use deadly force if necessary.” At that he paused. “We are it ladies and gentlemen. None of the other nations have boots on the ground yet. Helicopters will be on station to provide support but they cannot risk landing to pick us up if we take a hit. Be on your toes. This is actual combat. I want all of you pitiful lot back in one piece, UNDERSTAND!” he shouted, practically standing to his feet, but held firmly in place by the safety harness he was now wearing. That hurt Toshi’s ear as he was sitting immediately to the right of his sergeant, being one of two corporals in the squad. He couldn’t help but wince, despite being used to it by now and shouted “SIR, YES SIR!” along with the rest. “Alright then.” The sergeant replied gruffly. “ETA to landfall is 45 minutes after we clear the ship. Feel free to pray or sit there with your thoughts. Once we hit the beach, check weapons and make ready for combat.” He ended that speech by bowing his own head and closing his eyes. Toshi checked over his weapon, along with the other soldiers, making sure that everything was battle ready. Night vision goggles were working, laser pointer and flashlight were charged. Everything was ship shape.

Toshi then bowed his head in a silent prayer to his deity. It was mostly because he respected his sergeant. He was one of those middle aged sergeants like from the old movies. Been in the service since he was 18, climbed the ranks, didn’t have the book learning to be an officer but made up for it with experience and common sense. Heck, he’d probably been offered the promotion and passed it up just so he could stay over a small group of soldiers. Mentor them, mold them, keep them safe. He was strict, tough, overbearing, loud, and those on the outside might even say mean, but he listened to his soldier’s problems and gave sound, fatherly advice. He was the kind of man you’d say you were proud to serve under, the kind you’d storm the Gates of Hell with. Toshi was proud to call him sergeant.

Within five minutes the engine whined to life. The APC was gas powered, unlike most military vehicles, and was very quiet as a result. They’d need to be to get around in the heart of a big city without drawing the attention of every single protestor in the place. The vehicle lurched forward and crawled for a few seconds before it hit a bump and slowed down. They could feel the wheels leaving the bottom of the well deck as the APC began to float. They rocked a bit in the sea and were soon under way by pumpjet propulsion, turning to starboard and making way towards the shore. It was now just 100 infantry soldiers going into the heart of a beast, armed only with M or GTAR rifles, M27 automatic rifles, or M249 light machine guns. The only heavy support they’d have would come from the roof mounted machine guns or cannons of their vehicles, or the gun pods of AW101 assault transports. Only light force had been authorized as the Donnish military was not yet considered hostile. At any rate, there was no turning back now. ETA, 40 minutes.

by **Union Of Autocratic Empires** » Tue Aug 09, 2016 2:51 pm

Bögt, Dinner Land

While she had managed to (temporarily) neutralize the Donnish woman, the Kaisarine was tackled to the ground by the man she had used as human shield a few seconds before, surprised by both the ferocity of the attack and how silently it had come. He put himself above her as she fell to the ground, stunned, and made his knife descend (non lethally) towards the Kaisarine, who noticed this and instinctively put her arms up to defend herself from the incoming attack - only to remember she was not wearing her usual, more protective uniform, which translated into the knife easily slicing the blouse an Azulnish woman had lent her, but also part of the flesh underneath it. With a muted groan that was a mixture of pain and anger, the now considerably angry Liyomesse grabbed the man's neck from behind and hit him with her forehead as hard as she could.

by **Free Asian Ports** » Wed Aug 10, 2016 3:40 pm

5 km south of Bogt

The CH-53 is a massive helicopter, the largest in Portean service. A folding tail rotor and main rotor only barely optimize the large aircraft for carrier use. The sound of its main rotor is incredible. For this particular aircraft, however, nobody paid the noise any mind. The Donnish were focused entirely on their localized havoc, and the CH-53 had flown across the Donnish landscape without incident. Though the air reverberated with the force of the huge blades and the fat air frame of the Sea Stallion cast a shadow, it managed to approach the Donnish capitol and its objective unharmed. Below the heavy aircraft hung the V-100, swaying in the aircraft's turbulence. Inside, K101 held onto the internal handholds while the armored vehicle swung around.

Quietly, she brooded about the impromptu mission she'd gotten herself into. She didn't fancy herself a hero of any sort. No BA ever did. So why was she risking herself on a mission to rescue a bunch of Donnish troopers? Did she really think that this would affect Portean strategy? Or was she just curious? She supposed that this was merely being human. She did have a human brain after all. And a mostly human psyche. It shouldn't be surprising that she'd go off the rails every once in a while. But if she kept up with this reckless behavior, it could affect her performance. She stifled any further thoughts and turned to the matter at hand.

The edge of Bogt was fast approaching and K101 could see the details of the distant skyscrapers through the APC's viewports. The coordinates where the Perun were supposed to be was nearby, but they would have to search for the objective visually once they reached the vicinity. People move, and it might become difficult to find Perun in the urban environment. Even with the helicopter in the air and the V-100 on street level, it could take hours before they found Perun...

"Cobra Actual, we've spotted some kind of activity below. It's close to the specified coordinates. Should we investigate?"

The pilot's report briefly surprised K101. That fast? Something was wrong. Either this was some kind of rat fight or it was the main show.

"Bring us in low a couple blocks south. When we get a couple clicks away, drop us off on the move."

"Say again Cobra Actual? O-on the move?"

"Yeah. Make sure not to kill us on the way down. Once we're on the ground, circle around and provide us air cover."

"A-aye aye."

The CH-53 swung around to fly directly above a wide street, slowly lowering its altitude. The V-100's driver started up the engine and got ready to move. When the APC was a couple meters above the ground, the cable holding it up detached and let the vehicle drop onto the roadway. The V-100 bounced as it impacted and was rolling at high speed when the driver gunned the engine. Still moving quite fast, the APC sped down the street. Overhead, the Sea Stallion circled to get a better view of the action.

MB Randgriz

Kimiko stared up at the young soldier that had interrupted her lunch with a look of mild surprise. Long noodles of spaghetti trailed out of her mouth midway through eating the bowl. Who was this pup here that was cutting into her meal time? Oh, right, that new squad she was getting assigned. Kimiko quickly chewed and swallowed what was in her mouth before returning her attention to the Unionist standing before her.

"Oh yeah, I was told I'd be getting a new squad. Hurray. Another band of misfits to babysit. So, are you the only one here? Where's your sergeant and the rest of your squad?"

She remained sitting and did not make any attempts to shake the outstretched hand. Authority needed to be established early. The last thing she needed was to be weighed down by a band of loose canons with the fantasy that they were on the same level as their commanding officer.

"I'm well aware of my own reputation. I'm told it fluctuates between 'Yeah, best CO ever!' and 'Oh god, stop her from ripping out my entrails'. If you wish to meet the former side of me, you'd best learn your place. You're going to have to learn the ropes of the Portean military before you try to get cushy with your commanding officer. Until then I expect you to follow my orders as though I were the Kaisar himself. Understand?"

by **Empire of Donner land** » Thu Aug 11, 2016 5:10 am

Bögt, Donner Land

Hes was stunned and pushed off, getting back his balance as they both stood up and heard the klink of the Knife against the pavement between them. As he pushed himself off the ground a thin crimson liquid streak flowed down his forehead and pulled his VPD-45 from a Holster that the Kaisarine had forgotten to take away from him, flicking the safety as he pulled it up to his eye with an audible click he took aim.

Untuli saw it, She knew Kaisarine wasn't the enemy, they just had to subdue Her not kill Her. Even though someone was expected to die here, she wasn't Donnish; not in Her opinion anyway, she didn't have to follow the code. She held the Objective above all.

As Hes was recovering, Untuli came from behind kicking the Kaisarine's legs from under her and placing her in lock, her hand Holding down Sigbritts and Untuli's arm around the Kaisarine's neck. Untuli moved her hand away from her arm to Grab her VPD-45 quickly, she brought it over the Kaisarine's shoulder and aimed at Her own Comrade across from her.

Hes thought at first she was going to execute her there and now as she brought out the gun. But when He saw the barrel point at Him, staring right down it, he didn't know what to do.

"Untuli... she tried to kill us!" He yelled in protest, the Gun shifting between the Kaisarine and His Friend undecidedly in his hands.

"She's not the Enemy, Hes. She's the objective, she has to stay alive." She held the gun still and ready, looking through the sights at Her Friend. "She doesn't want to kill any of us, but we can't let her go." Untuli said in Donnish, straight forward and to the point, seemingly unshaken. Hes was confused, angry and indecisive. He couldn't tell who was the bigger threat. The Person who He believed was trying to kill them or His own Comrade.

Namenian Crash Site

Snow began to kick up as the Pilot fired back at the Donnish. Bullets were hitting close but without cover they couldn't do much. It wasn't long before the Cavorel was hit in the side and fell over, the Sergzen looked over as he was in the snow, there wasn't any blood but he had to be sure as he crouched down, still some bullets hitting around him "Hey, you okay?!" The Cavorel nodded and looked up clutching where it hit but moving his hand slowly, no blood.

"It didn't go through the Vest, go get him! Go!" The Cavorel yelled.

The Sergzen got up and aimed at where he thought the Pilot was, lining up his sights, he fired a few shots and a few bursts in succession before having to remove the clip and reload. He crouched back down and opened communication with Command.

"We've found the Pilot, he's returning fire and my partners been hit but not wounded. We need Helicopter assistance on my position!"

"Copy, Sergzen, dispatching a VTH-380 to your position for assistance immediately."

As soon as he had reported in the problem he heard the distant thumps of a helicopter coming towards then over the yelling wind.

Sauraght, Donner Land

The Military Presence in the City had begun to escalate during the violence in the city. While some were given the duty of watching the "festivities" others were given the orders to keep watch for anything the D.I.A and Donnish Government didn't want. An Amphibious Invasion was one of those things. South Sea Patrols had spotted a number of Unknown Vessels crossing the Ocean heading to Sauraght. Immediately, knowing this wasn't just Landing a few Helicopters on an Embassy, A Battalion was deployed to construct and enforce Road Blocks across the Coast and the Docks of the City to prevent them from coming deeper into the city to disrupt the commotion. After all, it wasn't any of their business if Donnish Citizens were carrying out well deserved justice.

It was a small Motorized Infantry Battalion only numbering up to 450 Soldiers spread across the city. Which to the D.I.A in Sauraght would keep the Unknown Invaders busy. The Battalion was only given permission to fire if fired on.

by **Saradena** » Thu Aug 11, 2016 10:52 pm

Bogt

The Humvees speed to the crash site as quickly as they can, avoiding any roadblocks and going around checkpoints to avoid being stopped and identified by Donnish troops. They have no idea what's the condition of the Kaisarine, or if there were any more personnel at the crash site, only that Eldrichta had spotted the Kaisarine's helicopter going down at an area in Bogt and its coordinates. The Agents lock and load, preparing for what kind of opposition they would face, if there was even any opposition.

"Lock and load, boys. We're nearing the site." Mother tells the others as the Humvees slowly move in. Stopping just several meters away, they quickly disembark and move up to the area. The fires have died down, and multiple bodies can be seen, including Donnish ones, the smell of burnt metal and flesh pollute their nose. They needed to identify who was in there, and fast. They couldn't bear what was in the crash site.

Suddenly, they could hear sounds as if there was a brawl occurring in there. "There's someone there. Quickly." Mother instructs the agents. As they get to the interior, they have spotted their target, the Kaisarine and...Donnish Special Forces, which one of them pinned her into the ground. The agents quickly surrounded them in a semi-circle and pointed their weapons, Suppressed MP5s and APM-67/88s, at the Donnish troops.

"Don't move!" One of the agents quickly shouts at the individuals.

by **Union Of Autocratic Empires** » Tue Aug 16, 2016 1:11 am

Bögt, Donner Land

The Kaisarine struggled to break free from the Donnish woman's hold, but there was no use; she was holding her too tightly, and the injury on her arm meant she could not escape her via brute strength. She would have to employ her smarts to get out of that alley.

And she had just found a way.

Apparently, one of her captors had taken her attempts to escape negatively enough as to want her dead, and her partner was trying to scare him into submission; both individuals were training their weapons into each other, and were only one twitchy finger away from firing at each other. The situation only got better for the kaisarine's escape plan when a group of Esgonian operators, startling the operators. She hoped they were worth their salt and would not open fire against the general direction a VIP was.

As she grabbed her knife with her injured arm, she turned the tip against what should be the thigh of the woman and prepared to make a run for it. The escape would be aided by the darkness of the Donnish night.

She did not want to hurt anyone, but her daughter needed her now more than ever. She would not let her down.

"I'm sorry.", she said in a slightly accented Donnish as she sunk the tip of her knife in the woman's leg.

Somewhere else, in Bögt

And just as it started, the shooting stopped, as the young girl cried her eyes out at the thought of having lost all of her friends. During a few seconds, only the wind and the cold of the falling night could be heard, before the stranger spoke again.

"Consider this a lesson of shorts", he spoke up in a more serious tone than the one he had been using before, which only accented the gravity of the situation. "I'm fairly sure you thought you would get off untouched by your actions today. You now have learned that all actions have consequences, and have gotten to get a taste from the same fear and defenseless your victims today felt. I want you to take it in. Know what you made others feel.

You should thank me. I'm giving you an important lesson", he suddenly told her. "Cheerio, native!", he bid farewell, in his more usual tone.

During what felt an eternity, the girl stood alone, in the dark, afraid of opening her eyes and seeing the aftermath of what had happened to her friends. And she would have stayed that way for hours hadn't she heard one of them sob.

As she opened her eyes to see where the sound had come from, afraid for a few seconds, she received with a mixture of joy my and confusion the sight of her friends all alive, standing by the trench they had just dug, eyes closed, kneeling and terrifies, just like her.

While they slowly realized their friends were, in fact, alive, and tried to help them come bavknto their senses, they pondered about what had just happened and what the purposes of their kidnapper really was; he had gone through all the trouble of going to Donner Land from the South (the only thing they knew for sure was that he (?) was Abulan), snatch all of them and evade all detection just to mock execute them?

Many of them would never know his motives, but they never again tried to get into anyone's bad side. After all, they could get revenge some day.

Portean Mother Base

Ritva chastised herself for treating her superior officer in such a casual way. What was she thinking? Maybe the journey had affected her more than she thought.

Regardless, she would have to fix her mess up. She was representing the Unionist Army, after all.

"The rest of my squad still is being brought here, sir!", she said as she retired her hand and saluted like the soldier she was supposed to be. " I will be commanding them as sergeant under your command." She stood upright as the Portean "introduced" her to Portean military doctrine.

Definitely, not the best way to introduce herself to her liutenant. "Without a second doubt, sir, tI Hell itself.", she said honestly. Followimg this, she relaxed her salute. "I was ordered to introduce you to your new squad, sir. If you will come with me."

by **Free Asian Ports** » Sun Aug 21, 2016 1:35 pm

Bogt

The cabin of the V-100 bounced around as a wheel hit a pothole and jumped when it popped out. The sudden motion threw its inhabitants around, but they were secured and were not seriously injured. In fact, so focused on their mission they were they hardly noticed. One of the operators cursed but didn't comment any further. There was no point in wasting any more breath for an afterthought. If anything, the imminent struggle was far more vexing even before it had begun. K101 was simply rushing in. Better than coming up with a plan too late, she supposed.

"Cobra Actual, we've got eyes on the targets. Looks like a scuffle. Some Donnish soldiers and unidentified targets engaging them. Should we open fire?"

"Negative, hold fire and keep constant visual contact. We'll arrive momentarily"

"Affirmative, entering holding pattern"

With the CH-53 not finding any further targets, K101 decided it was safe to see with her own eyes. She stood up inside the passenger compartment and into the turret, using the seat as leverage. Popping open the heavy aluminum and flak armor hatch, she poked her head out into the open air. With the V-100 at full speed, the wind hit her face instantly. Fighting past the strong breeze, she tried to get a better look at the street in front of the APC. Up ahead seemed to be a crashed helicopter and several vehicles. People, too. Armed people.

Ducking down back into the main compartment, K101 gave her orders to the operator driving the vehicle. "Bring us around. We need to get in there" she said before picking up a stashed G44K and charging the weapon. The driver nodded and got ready to pull a maneuver. Moments later, the APC hit a flattened car and briefly jumped into the air. It crashed back down right next to the group of Donnish, Esgonians, and others. Careening through the confused mob, the wheeled tank practically collided with the wrecked helicopter with a resounding clang. For a brief instant, it was balanced on two wheels before it rolled back upright, swaying as it regained its center of balance. Recovering from the impact, K101 kicked open the turret hatch and took a quick look at the situation.

MB Randgriz

The last comment in particular irritated Kimiko. Even the normally familiar relations she had with her subordinates did not allow such casual, layman requests. This one was clearly new to the more universally accepted military structure and discipline. Don't push this one too much Kimiko she thought try to control yourself a little. She took a deep breath, and summoned her best impression of a drill sergeant.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!? A FUCKING VENDING MACHINE? WHY DID YOU NOT REPORT TO ME DURING OFFICE HOURS? WHY DID YOU NOT WAIT UNTIL YOUR SQUAD'S PERSONNEL WERE ALL PRESENT AND ACCOUNTED FOR?"

Step one, assert dominance and explain to the trainee their failure. The shout hadn't captured the mess hall's attention, that was had almost as soon as the conversation had begun with the Unionist's insubordination. But by now basically every Marine in the room was observing the spectacle. None had sympathy for either party.

"I did not tell you to lower your arm! You were not given permission to be at ease! This is not an 'at ease' circumstance! This is also not a circumstance where you are authorized, nay, permitted to even consider giving me an order! I am your superior officer! I tell you where I and, by extension, yourself will go! Not the other way around!"

Step two, clarify further infractions. It helps if this supports the issues raised in step one. Given that no other soldier in the large, crowded room was a rank above Kimiko, there would be nobody to help the poor Unionist. Even if there were, she deserves this chewing out. What kind of message would it send to subordinates and comrades if she was being pushed around by a new sergeant?

"Is this the best performance you can show me? Day one and you're already fucking up! Is this how the Unionist Army operates? Sergeants ordering their superiors around base? I might as well make a corporal in charge of a whole fucking division! Well, have you anything to say for yourself? Or another damn excuse? "Follow me to hell itself"? You clearly have an intent to lead the charge, with that attitude! I've fucking been to Hell and shoved a bayonet up Satan's ass! We're not going to hell, soldier! I expect every damn one of my Marines to follow me through hell and into the endless wastes beyond!"

Step three was to degrade the subject/victim. They need to understand that they were in the wrong on their infractions, and that they were unjustified. And that improving upon these would raise the bar instead of filling holes. Actual drill sergeants used more colorful phrases, but Kimiko refrained from them for fear of plagiarism. She wanted the best ones to be kept fresh for new recruits. Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was put this poor specimen through a second boot camp. This was a lesson, nothing more.

"Now if you're done goofing off, I want you to report to my office in one hour and wait for your punishment there. Oh, and bring your squad, too. Since you've so kindly demonstrated your discipline, I now have an idea of what our newest additions have in store for the platoon. Thank you so very much! Dismissed!"

With the spiky order curtly rolling out of her mouth, Kimiko turned on her heel and marched out of the mess hall. Every eye in the room followed her out. When she passed through the doors, they went back to their business from before the kurfuffle started. This left the stunned Unionist standing there at attention and hopefully regretting her casual approach in public.

Once out of sight, Kimiko slouched. That took energy out of her. She even had to abandon her meal! Sometimes managing a family was hard work. When the children act up, discipline gets in the way of fun. Now upset, she started walking back to her barracks block. She had some snacks stashed somewhere, so that would have to make up for her lost meal. She also had to prepare to discipline and brief her new squad. That was going to be another headache entirely. Sulking at the prospect, she idly walked through the corridors in the general direction of her cabin.

by **Empire of Donner land** » Mon Aug 22, 2016 12:14 pm

Bögt

Untuli felt a deep stinging pain and then the coldest feeling of something in Her leg she had only known before as a Knife, she let her guard down. Her grip around the objectives neck fell and her hand fell to grasp at her leg in pain, in vain her other arm whipped around to try and catch them, failing as they ran to escape. The Objective was running and Untuli moved her legs to chase, her left leg feeling significantly weakened, almost tripping as she took her first step. Yet she persevered, they were her mission.

Two gun shots rang out but it wasn't the Objective that was hit, the crack in the air deafened the alley.

Untuli's legs fell from under her, tumbling forward and onto the ground. She looked over to her arm, with a single hole in it bleeding and creating a crimson streak downwards. She felt the pain from two places, looking down at her stomach she found another hole, but she wasn't wearing a vest, blood soaked her clothing. She didn't feel anything but a numb pain in her arm and stomach, adrenaline was already flooding her system.

Untuli heard two sets of rushing foot steps and the sound of something clanging on the ground as she grabbed her stomach. Hes stood over her and crouched down, Keneveh quickly joined and was alerted the wounds and tended to the arm first.

"What the hell were you thinking, Untuli!" Hes yelled applying pressure to her stomach wound. "You were going to shoot me?" He said.

"What the fuck were you th-thinking idiot. She was our Objective to take alive and you were going to kill Her." She said craning her head down to look at Hes. "And you shot me! Twice!" She said as if having a sudden realization, clenching Her teeth as she felt a stinging in her arm, something cleaning the wound.

Hes was trying to make some sort of argument for himself but pausing for a moment and looking at the blood, He had made a clear mistake, "Sorry." He said defeated.

"I'm getting you back for this. I swear." Untuli said meakly. "This is the second time this has happened you know that?" She finished.

"You keep saying that but you never do." He said taking a bandage from Kenevah "Besides, Azenyanistan was your fault. I told you I was throwing that grenade." Hes explained pushing up Untuli's shirt and gear to apply it.

But as the situation was just wrapping up it had gotten more intense. Unknown troops came out of no where. Out of the corner of Kenevehs eye he could see the Team alerted and the voice of someone he didn't know. "Hes, grab her legs I'll get her arms. Let's get her to the Van. One, two, three, up!" They hoisted the Comrade up and moved her away to get Her out of harms way.

"You're not as heavy as the Kaisarine, you know that?" Hes felt the need to chime in.

As they did that, the rest of the Team were now being told not to move. Their guns were raised in a stand off, but the other side had a APC. But Jeerne knew they had been in stickier situations, none the less, if you can choose not to fight you shouldn't. It was something Jeerne taught himself multiple times.

"And what authority is giving us that order?" Jeerne asked. "Why shouldn't we just get rid of you all right now?" He flipped his weapon to automatic, keeping his eyes on the APC who's hatch had opened revealing a Person he had seen before and closing quickly.

by **Saradena** » Mon Aug 22, 2016 11:15 pm

Bogt, Donner Land

All the agents kept their weapons up as the Kaisarine tries to get free from her grasp. But before they could say anything, they suddenly see the APC heading towards them at high speed, apparently from the vehicle itself it was Portean, seeing as they were the only operators of the vehicles, one of the agents runs out of the vehicle's way before it suddenly hits the side of the helicopter. Two of the agents decides to inspect the vehicle before the door suddenly opened, revealing a woman, Portean. And non-regular too, probably Portean Intelligence or Special Forces.

"See, told you it was Portean."
"Would you shut up for once, Animal Mother?"

Meanwhile, after looking back towards them, the other agents, including Mother, began returning their attention to the Donnish team, this time preparing to shoot as one of the agents see the Donnish flicking his rifle with him stating "Why shouldn't we just get rid of you all right now?"

Mother replied with. "Because you're not our target. The Kaisarine you have is." She then instructs the others to ease off as she continues while one of the Donnish, who was apparently wounded by the Kaisarine, was dragged away.
"We're from Esgonian Intelligence. We're here to extract the Kaisarine and all Unionist staff out of Donner Land. We don't want a bloodbath, and so would you. I suggest you bring the Kaisarine and all other Unionist personnel in the helicopter to us."

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