The North PacificBoard

The sun was still low in the sky, barely risen over the dunes of the beach, throwing s golden glow over the often still bloody sands as the Emperor watched from the deck of the KKM. Niedersachsen at the halftracks leaving the beachhead. They formed the spearhead of the larger invasion, tasked with capturing several tactical positions along the roads leading into the Chudokuren capital. It was... peaceful,despite the distant yet distinct sound of artillery fire tearing through the sound of the seas soft churning against the hull of the steel behemoth.

He looked at the sunrise and thought about his study of history in years long past. About the old ægyptian legend of Ra, god of the sun who had to battle the snake Apep every single night so to make sure the sun would rise from the underworld so another day would come to pass. “As Ra ensures the sun rises from beyond the horizon, from the clutches of evil so too shall we ensure Kyoki Chudoku shall rise over the evil that is Tengoku… Yet.. where are these so called ‘gods’ when they are needed most, when times are dire...”
He turned around and walked through the outer bulkhead door leading to the inside of the ship. Inside the ship it was a buzz of activity as the crew were repairing damage inflicted during the naval battle on their way here.

The time would soon arrive to make ready and travel to shore to lead the main force on the offensive ”An Emperor that leads not his troops into battle deserves not the power and responsibility that they hold” he remembered from the lessons with his father and grandfather. He walked back inside and made his way towards his chamber when he received a ping on his mobile telephone “Sir we have a message from “Aozora” no confirmation yet on its legitimacy.” “play it for me” he said as he walked down the stairs towards the hallway.

“This is Aozora Chiyumi...alternate version…hijacked communicator...impersonating me...worse than death…zakiron is...so-called ‘heaven’...death will be a mercy to them all…” the Emperor thought for a short bit “ask them for their location, forward it to the Sunaiyan forces and warn them it could very well be a trap and to keep us updated on the results of what they find” and with that he finished up the call and moved onward through the hallway towards his room.
The open porthole provided fresh air on the otherwise stuffy deck, the Emperor closed them quickly, if he’d forget to close them, and a gas attack would hit the ship.. it would be a costly mistake that could endanger the entire crew. And the punishment for such is of course quite severe… not that he was at risk of any punishment, it still wasn’t a very good idea.

He walked up to the closet and put on the latex suit the engineers had given him, it wasn’t his style of outfit at all and looking it over in the mirror made it even worse. “ugh, I look rediculous in this!” he complained to himself and sighed as he walked towards the armory “but i guess i have to… ‘a suit like this will refrain you from getting stuck to things inside’ still could have made something better looking yech. But at least it won’t be visible once inside.” he moved on through the hallway, the squeaking of the boots alerting all the crew along the way of his presence. Shooting them a quick and deadly look would get them to look elsewhere… for as long as he could see them that is, continuing to look after he passed by.

Several minutes and dozens of amused crewmembers later the Emperor arrived at the armory. He knocked on the door from behind which a voice came “Who is it? Only authorized perso-” “Open up this blasted door before i have you airdropped into Tengokuren territory!” the Emperor yelled before the voice could finish it’s sentence. “Oh. Sir.. I’m sorry i didn’t realise it w-” “door. Now.” “yes, yes ofcourse sir. immediately” the mechanic said as they shuffled to open the door.
Once inside the Emperor closed the door behind him as he started to hear whispers among the crewmembers outside. “So why the hell did i have to get into this monkeysuit in my own chamber? Couldn’t i have put it on here?” he asked, visibly annoyed.
The mechanic, a man by the name of Elbjorn, thought for a bit “Well yes but i thought that would be embarrassing for you sir” “Embarrassing?” the Emperor asked “Yes sir i thought it would be embarrassing for you to have to get dressed here” Elbjorn responded with a straight face. The man was of short stature and had lost his hand in the N8TO war, but his engineering skills were unquestionable.. Even if the existence of his social skills are very questionable. “And walking past all these crew members in this stupid suit is not?” the Emperor asked “..No? It’s a nice suit is it not?” Elbjorn said, not a shred of doubt in his eyes. It was then that the Emperor remembered that Elbjorn was known to wander around his workshops wearing whatever he pleases, as much or.. As little.. As he feels like at the time.

“Anyhow” the Emperor said to change the subject “is it ready Elbjorn?” “Yes sir it took me all night to get the last things fine tuned, it is ready” Elbjorn said proudly as he walked over to the station where a large set of armor stood, blueish-grey in color “Oh yes sir i.. May have forgot to paint it.. forgive me” Elbjorn said as he walked up to it before resuming his enthusiasm.
“Built onto an aluminum frame to keep the weight as low as possible as well as improved leg and arm actuators for better handling, the X-02B features composite steel armor plates infused with Dimeritium as per your directions.” Elbjorn said with pride of his creation. “Now if you’d be so kind to follow me, i’ll explain how to get in.” the Emperor followed Elbjorn to the backside of the armor. “As you can see there are four latches, here, here, here and here. And then three each on the legs” Elbjorn said as he clicked them open “you can then open them like… well a bit like a door of sorts” “Mmmm i see, so..” the Emperor insinuated, “Yes ofcourse, get in there sir.” Elbjorn said as he opened up the frame.

The Emperor put his right foot into the leg space, stuck his right arm into the arm space, grasping the hand bar inside and pulled the rest into the hollow interior of the armor “how is it sir, nice n’ tight?” Elbjorn asked as he closed the back and locked the latches “Yes it’s quite a tight fit, though not too much, bit of a weird feeling though, like i’m standing on top of stilts.” the Emperor responded, moving his hands and using the strings inside the hand to control the fingers. “Plus this is gonna take a bit to get used to” “Well wait until you’re walking, it’ll feel weird for a bit i’m sure.” Elbjorn laughed “Try it, sir”.

Like a newborn foal the Emperor took his first steps, almost stumbling as he tried to sync his shifted balance with the armor suits internal balance systems. It did not take very long to get it under control, the basics that is. “You’re getting it now sir?” Elbjorn asked “Well i doubt i’ll be pulling cartwheels with it but i think for now it’ll do. So what about a helmet? The armor can be infinitely strong but without a helmet it only takes one shot anyway” “Yes of course sir, in the style as you also requested.. Here.” he took from a table a large and visibly heavy helmet resembling a Hellenic helmet from the ancients, however much larger, heavier and having modern equipment like a radio microphone, a small speaker, air filter and bulletproof glass in added to it. The Emperor took the helmet from him and placed it onto the shoulders of the armor. “Air and watertight with air filter against gas attacks” Elbjorn said with even more pride, slowly turning red. “Thanks Elbjorn, see you soon” the Emperor said as he walked out the door.

Outside more and more crew members swarmed in after the rumor spread that the Emperor was walking around in some kind of latex suit like a degenerate. From both sides of the hall they stood trying to view him walking out, whispering as the door opened. So shocked were many when out of the door walked not a guy in a latex suit, but a hulking suit of armor, or was it a robot? As the Emperor stood in the hall surrounded by these crew members he shouted “can you see it?! The hell are you people standing around for?!? Get to work!!” instantly the entire place was in panic as people stumbled over each other trying to get to where they should have been. He made his way back to his chamber to get his sword and sidearm, barely fitting through the door. The normally large pistol looked like a toy gun when held in the suits hands as well as the longsword more appearing to be a shortsword. Though efficient the helmet quickly became cramped and brought forth a feeling of claustrophobia, causing him to take it off to carry it around beneath his arm instead.

Once on deck he entered the boat that had been readied to take him to shore. The small boat cleaved through the water, the speed causing some water to softly splash up and into the boat. It was but a small trip from the ship to shore and a small 10 minutes later the bow dug itself into the wet sand of the beach. Still not fully in control of everything the suit had to offer the Emperor stepped out of the small boat with care, trying not to fall over.
Immediately soldiers flocked over to look at their Emperor and his strange suit of armor. “Good morning men, it is almost time” he said as he walked to the field hospital to visit the wounded.
Arriving at the opening he reached to unlock the latches, having some trouble at it at first but eventually managing. “Why did you exit your… whatever this is, sir?” one of the officers following him asked “How would you feel if some massive humanoid thing suddenly stands next to you as you lie in bed there? Plus this way i can do a decent handshake with the men” he explained as he entered the tent.

Inside he walked over to one of the conscious soldiers lying in a bed, “Greetings soldier, how are you doing?” the Emperor asked the man, bandage around his torso and head “not too bad sir, they hit me in the chest and scraped my noggin’ but i ain’t going that easily!” he said valiantly, “Very good soldier, get your rest, you need it” the Emperor responded as he shook his hand and walked to another soldier’s bed “And you, what’s your name son?” he asked the young man, “Names Jack, sir, but who are you sir?” he said, looking around his bed “Hello Jack, i am the Emperor an-” upon hearing who he had standing before him he immediately sat upright, shooting his arm into a salute… only, his arm lower than the elbow was missing. “E-excuse me sir, i-i didnt realize” he said in a semi-panic “Settle down son, easy. Do you know what happened to you?” the Emperor said surprised by the sudden rise of the young man despite his condition. “During the landing i laid in a crater shooting at the enemy, suddenly an explosion in front of me threw sand into my eyes with a tremendous speed” “This says you charged in on the enemy, cutting down many before one suicide bombed next to you. Couldn’t you have sat in the crater?” the Emperor said as he read a report hanging at the bedside “My family has been serving for over 200 years sir, i would be shamed for being a coward if i’d have stayed in the crater, fleeing from combat. So i did the only thing i could, gathering my courage and charging in, no matter the cost, to fight ‘till the end.” he said “Well son then i think your family will be proud of you” the Emperor said with a smile that could not be seen by Jack “No. They will not be, i should have perished as a good soldier should do when wounded like i am. I am nothing but a burden to the state now..a disgrace!” Jack said, softly sobbing. “Ofcourse not son, you have done everything you could in name of the Empire, theres nothing to feel ashamed over, you will be taken good care of, and if your family does not respect what you did they must surely respect an iron cross and a medal of bravery on the field of battle. Take care son” the Emperor said as he gave him a pat on the shoulder and moved to the next person.

Some time later he exited the field hospital, returning to the suit of armor which was surrounded by dozens of curious soldiers trying to figure out how it worked and how to get it open.
The officers surrounding the Emperor cleared them out to allow him to enter it once more.
After he closed the latches on the back he proceeded to move to the command tent to prepare for the attack, outside the soldiers were already gathered by the officers. Walking through the tent flap general Leonidas Hopomme was already awaiting him. “Whats the situation General?” the Emperor asked him “Baker Company of the 12th Infantry serving as the Spearhead has managed to capture the village of Okamura located on hill 103, we just got word they successfully seized it from the enemy without as much resistance as was expected from a position of that kind. The plan is to have the rest of the 12th, aided by elements of the 30th armored to move up the road and eventually relieve the spearhead. Air support is extremely limited due to these damn portals being everywhere, however some limited support is possible if they dodge them, but it won’t be much. To the east 26th infantry mov-” The General was interrupted as over the radio a message came in “Radioman Frank Loth of Baker Company, massive group of enemies coming from the north, they’ve got armor and numbers, requesting immediate support! I repeat, massive enemy counter attack inbound, requesting immediate support!”

General Hopomme rushed to the radio “How many? That many?! Give your commanding officer. Yes. Listen to me, dig in and hold your ground, we must not lose the hill. We will try to support with artillery and forces will move in as fast as possible to relieve you but it will take a while. I Repeat, dig in deep and keep them at bay no matter the cost, retreat from the hill is not an option. Godspeed.” the general put down the radio “A massive counter attack force is approaching the hill, much, much more than we anticipated. They are just throwing everything they have at us sir.” “Then we must move out immediately, they cannot be overrun by the enemy. Get everyone ready.” the Emperor ordered

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Ivanovski was carrying a couch outside as he heard Frank the radioman take up contact with HQ. “Radioman Frank Loth of Baker Company, massive group of enemies coming from the north, they’ve got armor and numbers, requesting immediate support! I repeat, massive enemy counter attack inbound, requesting immediate support! Hundreds.. if not thousands sir. Ofcourse sir” he gave the radio to the company leader. “John Forwinter, Company leader. Sir, we are gonna need some backup here or we are royally boned. Yes sir.” the company leader returned the radio to Frank and sighed to himself “god help us” before composing himself and summoning the squad leaders inside one of the houses and laid a reconnaissance image map on the table “Alright listen up, we are cut off from friendly forces deep within enemy territory.
Relieve will come in the way of the rest of the 12th with elements of the 30th coming in from the south as well as artillery to shell the field, until that time we will dig in here, here and here, we can expect the brunt of their attack, here, where the elevation is the least so be sure to place enough machinegun support at that location, but be aware of any flanking attempts, eliminate them as soon as they arise. We cannot lose the hill, there is no retreat. Hold at all costs.” “yes sir” the squad leaders said together as they went outside to brief their squads and have them improve defences.
From across the field the Tengokuren started to sing as they started their advance, high pitched almost screeching, Forwinter tried to boost morale and ferociousness as much as possible, they would need everything they could get. “Baker Company, atten-tion!
God knows how many of these Tengokuren things are moving in on us, they will fight us tooth and nail, they will try to overwhelm us, they will try to stab, eat, shoot, terrorize or god-knows what else us, but. we. will. not. let. them. You know why we’re here! You know what we can expect from these deranged bastards! What they will do if left alone. But they don’t know the mistake they made to come here, what they’re up against. The Warsaw Pact! is Stability!, The Warsaw Pact! is Order!, The Warsaw Pact! Is Power!

And out here today, WE ARE THE WARSAW PACT!!!”
The men roared in unity, pounding the stocks of their guns against the ground. The Tengokuren artillery threw gas onto the battlefield “Gas masks!” the squad leaders screamed at their men who quickly put them on as the Company leader yelled SEND THEM BACK WHERE THEY CAME FROM! Immediately the heavy MG-83’s started laying down a streak of death upon the battlefield, tearing through the approaching enemies like a buzzsaw through wood. Yet their advance halted not, they kept moving forwards, bullets hitting all around them as artillery smashed into the field, blowing some of them apart, not one of them flinched.
The long range rifle equipped men shot at their back lines in an attempt to take out their commanding forces. Ivanovasky equipped with his STG-84 kept shooting at those that came close to their lines. Bang-Bang-Bang, Bang. Bang, two in the chest one in the head was the general approach, though some would still need another follow up shot to take out.

In the line in front of him, located slightly lower was a Chudokuren soldier fighting in a near trance of ferocious aggression similar to those the Tengokuren were in. A small child with a knife ran up to him, a small girl by the looks of it. Ivanovski tried to shoot her but all he heard was a single click, an ammo jam in the mag from when he dropped his rifle earlier “No, NO, Not now!” he thought as he frantically tried to unjam it. He tried to warn the soldier but it was too late, the girl jumped on top of him and immediately stabbed him in the eye “NO!” Ivanovski yelled as he struggled to unjam the bullet stuck in the chamber. The child didn’t stop there, she raised the knife again and stabbed again, again, and again until the man’s face was nothing but a still and bloody pulp, until.. “No..” the mans corpse started to contort in pain as if he still lived, but that was impossible, instead ears and a tail sprouted from his body as the girl cackled in pleasure. Finally having unjammed the gun Ivanovski had to toss the old mag, the shifting of the bullets inside it rendering it useless, as he grabbed another mag he saw the girl climbing up further onto the hill.

She looked him right in the eyes and with a soulless smile put her feet down in the starting position of a death sprint. His eyes widened as she began her advance, until right at that moment one of the panzerhunden jumped forth from behind the line. Sinking its carbon steel teeth straight into her torso, almost biting her straight in two, blood and whatever else dripping down as it dropped the body out of its maw to run to another place where it was needed.
“Iva-ski!” he heard distantly as he was locked in place from the events that just transpired, “Ivanovski!” he still stood still, eyes widened, jaw shaking. It was then a ball of clay was launched in his face by a nearby mortar impact, painfully kicking him out of his trance “Ivanovski!” he heard the squad leader yell at him “Get up and fight before you end up like that Chudokuren fellow!” he snapped out of it and looked around. The field was filled with craters and the craters filled with corpses, arms, tails, legs and other unidentifiable parts everywhere. He looked in his hands, still clutching the mag and the gun and quickly inserted it and pulled the bolt back before once more shouldering it. The battle went on.
In the midst of battle he knew not how fast time went. Had it been minutes? Mere seconds? Or had it been hours already? All he knew was to keep pulling the trigger and to keep reloading when the accursed click was heard. The ground was littered with bullet casings that went flying everywhere any time the ground shook from the artillery impacts.

Suddenly he was shook by a mortar round hitting close by, it had apparently hit right into the foxhole the machine gunner stood in. “Schutze Ivanovskowitz! Gefreiter Schoppenboer!” the squad leader yelled “Get on that machine gun, NOW!”
Ivanovski crawled out of his foxhole and towards the machine gun foxhole, followed by Dank from the other side, right before he made it to the relative safety of the foxhole however a bullet pierced his leg, causing him to shout in pain as he dropped himself into the foxhole onto the pile of empty casings reaching up to Dank’s ankles.
“Ivan, are you ok?!” Dank asked him “Aargh i think.. I think its a through and through but it hurts like hell” “Alright, alright so… so you get on the machinegun, ill feed the ammunition, you cant run” With enormous pain in his leg he manage to pull himself onto the completely out of place chair that stood inside the foxhole. In the meanwhile Dank had opened the latch of the machinegun to remove the ammunition belt still in place, half torn away by the explosion.
Right as Ivanovski put his hand on the grip Dank gave the clear sign after closing the latch.

Ivanovski pulled the large bolt of the machine gun backwards to put the first bullet into the chamber. Back during training he was taught how to utilise the heavy machine guns, all of them were, and he had fired the odd rounds at the buildings of a city during the WP-N8TO war years earlier. But none of it was remotely like this… As he pulled the trigger the four barrels of the machine gun started to spin rapidly, unleashing a barrage of death in front of it. Cutting into anything not solid enough to deflect or absorb it. He almost vomited when a stream of rounds hit an adult Tengokuren man, tearing his side off and opening his front side, his insides leaving him quickly. Suddenly he heard the men in the foxholes next to him cry out in agony despite not being hit by anything. “These… things again!” he yelled in anger as he remembered what it did to Tommy. “No… NO.. NOT ON MY WATCH” he screamed in utter despisal and rage as he scanned the field for the projectors, firing round after round in their direction, cutting them down one by one as fast as he could, releasing more and more men from their influence.

But in the time that he had focused on the projectors a large group of tengokuren had made it close to the line, right below the machine gun. But Dank had to put in a new belt, allowing them to come closer and closer until they were close enough that they started charging them. “READY!” It was then that Dank had finished up, closing the latch, and Ivanovski again pulled the bolt, putting the first round of the belt into the chamber.
But long it would not remain there as Ivanovski pulled down hard on the trigger the second the bolt returned. The machine gun tore through the group, they had advanced so close that as he fired Ivanovski and Dank could still hear the sound of the rounds hitting and tearing flesh over the roaring of its firepower.

“TANKS” someone yelled as two hovering armored vehicles drove, or rather, floated onto the battlefield. Lacking dedicated anti tank weaponry the panzerhunden were sent forth in an attempt to at least disable them. The two remaining panzerhunden ran forth straight towards the tanks which were apparently equipped with secondary agony projectors as men started croaking way when the tanks looked their direction. The main guns hit their frontal armored plating and a leg of one them. A Follow up shot finished it off, its head and leg disappearing from existence causing it to tumble over, rendering it useless. The second one jumped onto one of the tanks, tearing at one of the hatches to get it to open, breathing fire into it before being shot in the side by the other tank, causing a massive hole in its center to appear, destroying it.
The tank fired at the foxholes, tearing holes into the dirt, quickly eating away at the soldiers their protection. Then one of them had an idea “Sir!” he called out to the company leader “Where is the weird rocket launcher that kid had when we arrived?” “What? Why what for?” Forwinter returned “Remember how it damaged one of the panzerhunde? We can use it against the tank!” “Yes!. Lieutnant Shrader! Get the weapon, its inside the house here on the table! MOVE!” he yelled towards one of the soldiers next to him. “Yes sir”

Both ran inside the house under cover fire, once inside Shrader picked up the large weapon “Alright sir i think i get how i-” he stopped mid sentence “How what Lieutnant?” he turned around to see him drop the weapon to the floor before gurgling up a river of blood as his body contorted and sprouted neko features. Forwinter pulled out his cavalry sword holding it towards the Lieutnant as he dropped to the floor, behind the corpse a Tengokuren Blessed revealed himself “He joins Her now as Her property for all of eternity!” he said laughing. Forwinter was filled with rage at this and didn't hesitate to stick the sword straight into the area right above his sternum “DIE” the Blessed let out a miniscule bout of pain before laughing and moving forward, impaling himself further onto the blade “No, YOU DIE” as he stuck the knife into Forwinters side who let out a massive groan of pain before once more composing himself as he put his other hand on the grip of the sword, twisted it and with all his power pushed it outside, almost decapitating the man whose body stumbled to the side out of control and fell to the floor.
Forwinter groaned as he ripped the knife out of his side, feeling his body already reacting to the poison it was coated with, he felt the new additions to his body bursting through his skin “No. no. no NO! I WILL NOT. BECOME ONE OF YOU!” he screamed as he took his sword and severed the tail and ears. Losing blood fast he put all his remaining energy into picking up the distortion weapon and putting it on the window sill and crouching next to it all the while groaning as he tried to stop the bleeding in his side as much as he could. “You.. you all just think... you’re so… clever… but…” he felt himself drifting away “but.. Two can… PLAY.. THIS.. GAME!!!” he screamed as he pulled the trigger. It tore a hole into the tank, exposing its insides to the infantry.

Out of nowhere Ivanovski saw the front of the approaching tank being torn open, its crew looking semi shocked, but he would not let such an opportunity pass. He swung the machine gun to the side, raining a hail of rounds onto the tanks exposed interior. But soon the evil click returned “Dank! Fill it up!” “I can’t, we’re all through ammo!” The Tengokuren mounted another wave over the field of death. We can’t hold them for much longer sir!..sir?” Dank said to his squad leader, who sat against a wall, a circular hole right in his head.

Then.. they heard something… a rumbling in the distance and… singing? Whatever it was it was closing in fast and the closer and closer it came, the better it could be heard.
“...-o-n Fri..-tly. _{W..s.. aw Pa..t}, ^{Wa..saw Pact!}, _{Warsaw Pact}, ^{Warsaw Pact!}, Forever let us hold our banners high, high, high, high! Whose the leader of the Pact that’s made for you and me. e-m-pe-r-o-r v-o-n Friently. Boys and girls from far and wide you’re welcome as can be. e-m-pe-r-o-r v-o-n Friently. _{Warsaw Pact}, ^{Warsaw Pact!}, _{Warsaw Pact}, ^{Warsaw Pact!}. We play fair and we work hard and we’re in harmony. e-m-pe-r-o-r v-o-n Friently. Forever let us hold our banners high, high, high, high! Hey, the hi, the ho there, you’re as welcome as can be. e-m-pe-r-o-r v-o-n Friently. _{Warsaw Pact}, ^{Warsaw Pact!}, _{Warsaw Pact}, ^{Warsaw Pact!}”

The main forces had arrived at last, driving in from the main road while chanting a kids song.
From atop one of the halftracks a man in some weird kind of armor rose up, unsheathing a bright sword before pointing it forwards at the battlefield “LET SLIP, THE DOGS OF WAR!”
Soon the field thundered as dozens of Panzerhunden rushed over the field, crushing everything in their path, biting mauling and tearing on their way towards the Tengokuren lines, halftracks full of infantry and several medium tanks following in their stead.
The Halftrack with the weird armor man drove up to the hill followed by several medical vehicles to transport back wounded and recover the dead. Many of the soldiers still alive on the hill had to have their guns pried from their hands, clutching them so hard their hands were corpse white.
It took two men to pull Ivanovski from the machine gun as he refused to come, continuing to pull the trigger despite there not having been a round in the chamber for a while.
They were brought to one of the more intact houses and sat down against the walls, most not having moved much of a muscle since being pulled from their spots, some having been broken by the agony projectors.

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The Emperor moved walked over to the house where the survivors were placed and took off the helmet to look at them with his own two eyes. “What the hell happened to them..?” he asked as he snapped his finger in front of several of them, not getting much if any response. “Well take a big gander outside.. sir” one of them said. He looked out over the field from the hill, mountains of corpses littered the field “Talos provide us” he said under his breath before turning back into the room “all of you are god-damn heroes, and i will make sure you will be taken care of… and now… it’s time to do some hunting..” he said as he put the helmet back on and grabbed the distortion device “why hello there”