All Sishanite troops and their gear have been ordered to pull out of Donnerland and return to Sishai. By the very word of the Aksesyr, "it is necessary for all Sishanite troops and their equipment all over the world to return immediately to Sishai. All leaves have been cancelled as well. I want everyone and everything back home."
Although many Azen Sishanite officers have objected to this, the Aksesyr stated that "this is for the sake of the security and safety of all Azens, Sayaritans, Rasurrians, Ramanyans and Prosperans as well New Azens. The continent needs us. The heartland is in need." Despite increasing victories in Rakshan and with the coming end of the rebellion, it seems that Sishai is getting ready for some rough handling of domestic affairs.
Even the Sishanite Civil Protection has been told to "get ready immediately." And an official request has been sent to the Namenians to "provide more troops, equipment and other forms of support." The Sishanite government announced that "The military of our country, a union of nations and states, is being called upon to do more and to serve more. We need everyone back."
In haste to accomplish their orders, the Reeseeraveesii and other security forces in Rakshan are pushing the rebels harder and with more ferocity. Brutal fighting continued as some rebels managed to escape the city-state. The Sishanite government is asking for further assistance from her foreign allies in Sishai to destroy these fleeing rebels.
Meanwhile, the New Azen military has now joined the Sishanite military. The New Azen Force, which comprises of almost all New Azen troops and their equipment, especially their IWA tanks and planes, has now received orders to destroy the rebels and also to meet with other Azen Sishanite units.
More news coming soon.
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The Continental Wars
The Theme Song
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Yaneza Air Base, Ayrran Azenyanistan, United Nations and States of Sishai
"Out! Out! Out!" Shouted Captain Octagon, leading her men out of the Chinook that just landed outside of the Azen Sishanite Air Base several kilometers away from the capital city of Yaneza. She was one of the first officers to lead her Company of combined Reeseeraveesii and Naval Infantry unto solid ground after a long journey by helicopter from the Nyra to here and there. Octagon watched her men run out of the helicopter with enthusiasm as pairs of her own men took positions 5 to 15 meters away from the helicopter, going on one knee and scanning their surroundings with their machine guns or rifles.
After all, Ayrran Azenyanistan was still not so very safe. Even though the rebels in Rakshan were getting their asses fucked by the hour by the G171, Angels and other special forces of Azen Sishai, there were always chances of other rebels being around. Octagon smiled as she noticed a pair of New Born class helicopter gunships fly over them, circling later, guarding them as birds would over their nest of their own offspring.
Octagon then gathered her Company and made their way to the Air Base. One of the hand me downs from ISAT, it was enough for a bunch of helicopters and ground attack planes. There were two extra hangars that were set aside for the Pyrelight multirole combat planes. She then told her Company to stay together and get some rest while she and her own officers made their way to the person who they were supposed to meet with and get briefed by.
Octagon found out that it was Field General Monsoon, the commanding officer of her Division of mixed Reeseeraveesii and Naval Infantry aka Azen Sishanite Marines. In Azenish, they would be called Al Marinsisyah but in Common, they were just called Naval Infantry. After all, that was what all marines were in the world in the eyes of the Azen Sishanites. The Field General, in her khaki shorts and short-sleeved battle dress, nodded to them when they entered her building. Many staff officers were going around with tablets and mobile smart phones while others were using papers and clipboards. Some were on computers while the rest were making coffee, making adjustments on the maps and rechecking statistics. The Field General told Octagon "Glad to see you here. You and your officers may sit down." And so they did.
Octagon took one quick look around the room and saw that the rest of the officers of the Burning Division were here too. She recognized some of them coming from Northern Azenyanistan or from Rakshan. Others hailed from New Azenyanistan or from one of the tribes outside of the heartland. There was one that looked more Oceanic than Azen. But what she fixed her eyes on were the Iodinaean-Azen officers just to her right. They wore sky blue berets and their tattoos reminded her of the terrain of that small nation supported by the Porteans and the Esgonians.
The Captain then noticed some more officers enter the building. She nodded to them when she saw that they had the badges of the G171, the Angels, the Sishanite Union Commandos and even the SCP. Then when everyone has taken their seats and coffee was served as well as other things, Field General Monsoon spoke to them first. Octagon refused to take a cup of coffee and instead received a cup of vanilla ice cream. The Monsoon told them
"I'm Field General Monsoon. And I'm here to brief all of you about what should be done now. Now the Burning Division, composed of Reeseeraveesii and the Azen Sishanite Naval Infantry, will not be alone in this. I'm expecting elements from the G171, Angels, Commandos and the SCP as well as the New Azen Force and the rest of the Army to be in this. What I need all of you to do is to make sure that you are all ready and mobilized. Get your men prepped and make sure that your vehicles have extra fuel. I also want all of you to get your logistical officers to work. I'll brief my own later but to make the point, we are going to get ready to fight our neighbors."
There was murmuring. Then Monsoon raised a hand and that silenced them. She told them "We won't be attacking anyone yet. All that we gotta do right now is to get ready. Start doing as I say and also do whatever else you think would raise our numbers and our chances. That is all. For further details, just come to me. Now let's go."
At this point, Captain Octagon, an Azen born with the blood of Vanquarians and Helghans, had one thought in mind. So this is why we're here. From Yaneza, we'll have to move East. And to the East, that's where the Syrnistanis are.