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The entire island of Iceland had been in a state of low level insurgency for almost 40 years now. It began with the imposition of strict laws regarding language and culture, by their colonial overlords in Aureumterra, aimed at forcefully assimilating the island and its people into the Nordic culture of the mainland. Naturally, much of the island, seeing it as a threat to their livelihoods took up arms against the Empire. Since then, numerous bombings, attacks, and insurgent operations took place, bringing swift response from the Imperial Army as well. Major rebel leaders rose up, many were captured and killed by the Empire, and numerous violent actions were taken by both sides to gain control of the valuable and strategic island. However due to the low level nature of the conflict, open warfare remained reserved deep in the harsh interior of the island, with the majority of insurgents and insurgent sympathizers blending in with civilian populations. It was due to this reason that the Empire could not violently stamp it out as it had with numerous other threats to the Emperor’s rule in other parts of the Empire’s vast domain. It all came to a climax with the assassination of Empress Lisette II by Icelandic insurgents, the act which put her son, Emperor Frederik IV in power and at the helm of a vast Empire suddenly. Since then, destroying the insurgency once and for all had been a top priority of the Empire.
Ísafjörð
The quiet town of Ísafjörð woke up to a pleasant day in the spring. As the weather warmed up on the island of Iceland, activity returned to the vibrance of the summer in the many small villages and towns that dotted the island’s countryside. Ísafjörð rarely had much eventful happening, being located deep in the Westfjords region, it remained largely outside the insurgent warzones that dotted pockets of the rest of the island of Iceland. As the warm sun rose in the morning, wrapping the landscape with its gaze, the townspeople began their daily routines. Mothers preparing meals for their children before sending them to school, children playing in the growing warmth of the spring, and men slogging out the boats from the dock to get the day’s catch. The tranquil setting was almost picturesque, representing a side of life in Aureumterra that few outsiders imagined when thinking of the Empire. Despite everything happening on the island, daily life still went on for thousands in towns such as this one, as it had been for hundreds of years.
The smell of morning dew on the soft grass that surrounded the town remained strong as the sun made its way up into the sky. Anyone stopping to admire the beauty, however, was interrupted by a faint hum. At first it was almost inaudible, but it grew louder and louder, an unusual situation for the townspeople. Curious people stepped outside, leaving behind whatever they were doing and looking into the sky, as three aircraft… what seemed to them as planes flew overhead. These weren’t passenger planes however, and they were flying extremely low, lower than anyone in the town had ever seen. A mix of curiosity, excitement, and panic spread among the townsfolk, of whom almost all had come outside by now to investigate the noise. The growing figure of the three planelike objects approaching from the horizon now was almost overhead, the noise of the aircraft loud enough for the entire town to hear clearly.
Suddenly, what seemed like smaller wings on the planes swiveled towards the town as they flew overhead. As the planes got closer, some of the townspeople slowly grew wide-eyed as they realized what they were. Immediately townspeople began panicking and running to the side, trying to find shelter or get away from the overhead aircraft.
They had little luck however, as a deafening crack followed by an even louder boom roared.
Those who had survived were horrified to see what had happened, the explosion knocking down the entire town center, with shrapnel injuring and instantly killing many of their fellow villagers.
They had little time to ponder as the rest of the bombs came.
Those who had seeked shelter in buildings had the entire structure collapse on them, those who attempted to flee towards the dock and ocean would be knocked and hit by the flying shrapnel that followed the main explosions, bleeding. And those who were unfortunate enough to be at the epicenters of the dropping bombs were essentially blown to bits, in an instant.
“Strike Force 4, target eliminated.” One of the pilots radioed into base. The three aircraft completed their mission and swiftly turned around, flying back to the airfield they took off from.
“You got the entire town?” A voice on the other line radioed back.
“Yes. Every building is down. None of them should make it out easily.” The pilot replied coldly.
“Good work. That should have taken out the terrorist leaders.”
The planes left almost as suddenly as they showed up. They left behind a smoking, burning ruin of a town that had been alive and bouncing just minutes ago. Every single structure in the town now lay in a burning pile, most everyone was dead or dying, stuck under rubble. The sun shone as brightly as it had earlier, yet what it shined on was gone forever…
