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Creighton Castle, Eastern Achesia, 0123
"I look out over the land and only see death, I hear their screams and see the fire consume them. All of this here on my high perch unable to do anything but watch and cry over my good fortune. Why must I be highborn in a castle in these dark times and be spared the rape of our world." A girl said in words soft as her skin as she looked out over the burning Achesian country side. She was half startled when a answer she did not expect came from behind her.
"Life isnt fair sweet dove." The voice of an older man comforted her as she turned around to greet the sight of her father. "As a Creighton you have been given many things, but you must give back many things in time as well, such is the duty of a noble." The man stepped towards the marble railing that overlooked the valleys bellow and the bright fire burning the the darkest of nights.
"Then why do we watch from our castle and do nothing?" She looked up at her father with silver eyes gleaming in the moonlight, her hair as red as the fire.
"I hope you know me better than that dove. Your father is doing all in his power to defend the people of this land, but I cant stop them all from dying." Her father finished his sentence just as a loud spurt of machine gun fire echoed through the valley. The two stood watching down on the village its buildings afire and people running with screams in their lungs. "Many things will change, this dark time on the world will birth a new era, and many things will be different." He put his hand on her shoulder, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head over it, her hair running down her back. "I will need you to be strong in the coming days Rebeckah, you and your sisters both. Much responsibility will fall on your shoulders, although I have every faith you can handle it." He leaned down and kissed her one the cheek before walking away into the shadows of the ancient castle built hundreds of years ago by their ancestors.
As the door closed behind her she turned back to watch the chaos below in the valley. Screams of dying women and children shrilled her very spine as she tired to keep the images of their gruesome deaths out of her mind. She wondered what responsibility her father was talking of and how she could help these people from her white castle atop this mountain.
Somewhere in the city of Judgestone, Former New Republic of Achesia, 0130
"Medium two three coming right, thirty seconds to target."
Three black unmarked NH90 utility helicopters flew low over the rooftops of the city, their rotors buzzing through the air as they began to come to a slow stop.
"Alpha team out the right side, Bravo team out the left, fast ropes!" The commands were shouted out and several thick ropes were dropped from the helicopters to the roof bellow. "Go, go, go!" Without thinking or hesitating the teams were out of the helicopters sliding down the ropes to the roof, their boots making thuds on the concrete as they took positions.
"Ten Seconds, roof top, move to staircase." The commander signaled. Men in black carrying G36K assault rifles rushed to rush a staircase. A particular member of this squad stood ready to take point in the assault. His hair was as black as his uniforms his eyes green and soulless. The war takes every ones soul, so he was no different in that respect, a certain ferocity was about him, and it made stick out to his commanders.
"Breach and clear." The door was kicked open and the team with the dark haired man made their entrance, weapons raised. So far, uneventful as they stepped down the stairwell. As they continued they reached the floor they were looking for, the 5th floor. He stood by the door waiting for the signal to enter.
"Avondale, go." He heard over the radio. Grabbing the handle slowly he opened in ever so slightly and entered weapon first. It was a dark hallway and it seemed empty enough. He and his team tip toed slowly down the carpet floor trying not to make a sound. However they were not alone.
The first to take a bullet was two men behind Avondale, he fell to the floor without a scream, but the shots kept coming. From the adjacent rooms, through the walls they were shooting. More of Avondale's team fell before they realized this. Avondale and the man behind him managed to escape the trap and get into on the the rooms. They took a few of the hostiles by surprise dispatching them silently with knifes. They then set bout clearing the rest, but sadly there were not many for as many of their teammates as they lost. When they returned to the hallway they found the rest of their team dead and dying. Their commander laying on the floor blood gushing from his wounds.
Avondale ran to treat the man but his commander only grabbed him by the collar. "Leave me, kill the bastard, for all of us." Were the last words the man said before he let go his final breath and looked up at the ceiling with his dead eyes. Avondale looked back at his teammate who was pulling security.
"Looks like its only us." He said standing up and continuing with the mission. The other man agreed and silently followed.
They walked the rest of the hallway to a door at the end of it. Avondale pressed his ear up to it and listened for any movement. Slowly he turned the handle and began to step inside. The bullet from an enemies weapon just barely missed his face. Sticking his G36K around the corner Avondale dispatched the hostile and rushed the room. There was no others left.
He and his partner continued up another staircase that led to a part of the building only accessed through this stairway. Another door awaited them at the top.
"He has to be in there." His partner said. Avondale didnt answer however, he just moved to a ready position to open the door. "Do it." swinging the door open Avondale threw in a flash bang and waited for it to detonate. A loud pop and flash followed and the two man team rushed in firing at the targets they could find.
When the gunfire finally stopped Avondale looked around to see many bodies laying on the floor, some were crouched ont he ground in pain from the flash bang when they died, others were attempting to raise their weapons in their blindness. Others were successful as Avondale turned his attention to his partner who lay dead next to him. The many face death with much courage on his face. Kicking aside the bodies Avondale held back emotion to find his target. None of them fit the description, until he heard something coming from the closet. Rushing over to check it out he opened the white door and a man fell out onto the floor. He was unarmed thankfully, a stout man with a curly mustache and bald head. He wore a military dress uniform with many medals to show his status.
"Braam Adrianus." Avondale muttered as he kicked the man over.
"Please, please dont hurt me. Take me back to your leader, I will answer for my crimes!" The pitiful man begged and pleaded.
However; Avondale didn't have a place in his heart for mercy tonight, the Ultra nationalist leader had been the cause of much terror in the region for some time during the Anarchy, not to mention the rest of Avondale's comrades now lie dead in the hallways of this building.
"No, you answer for your crimes right here, right now." He raised his weapon and fired, executing the man from the earth he terrorized. There is a special circle in hell for men like him, and Avondale would love to see him in it.