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September 29th/Lost Souls frontline/ Cpl. Brusk (I think I'm doing this right)
The wind blew, sending sparks from the fires dancing into the night sky. Cpl. Brusk stood amongst his squad mates. Unfazed by the cold of the night. They stood and chatted. All was peaceful. Odd, considering the circumstances. Somewhere, artillery guns roared to the life. The sound echoed through the valley. Piecing the quiet night like a dagger. Brusk looked towards the guns. To the northeast, along the Secritorum border. Every shot lit up the sky. Much like every explosion did as well. Brusk was amazed by this strange beauty. Training really never prepared you for the real thing.
"Brusk! My friend!"
Brusk turned as a man in fatigues hugged him tightly. He noticed right away it was friend from basic. Alexander Petroiv. Petroiv was a very average man. Average brunette hair, average face, average build. He was the type man that if you passed him on the street, he would just be another blur in the sea of faces.
Brusk hugged his friend back. He was unsure if Petroiv would have made it, as his unit had pushed against a LS choke point. According to field reports, it was messy, 25 men killed in the initial assault.
"Petroiv! I was unsure if you'd be here. I was worried they got you at the assault."
Petroiv just shrugged. Seemingly unfazed by the events he witnessed. Brusk assumed Petroiv was used to it. He had already fought Bougheyians in Siberia a few months early.
"No my friend. I'm very alive. Although I imagine this sh*thole will serve as my grave."
Petroiv spit on the ground. Then looked around the small village.
"We should just burn it all down. Damn LS dogs."
"Petroiv, that is not necessary. We'll be in charge of this place in no time. You know the drill, come in, liberate the people, then establish a like-minded government, of ATO elected officials. Corrupt? Perhaps. Effective. Always!"
Petroiv smiled sheepishly. Then chuckled. That seemed to cheer him up.
"ATO supremacy my friend, is a beautiful thing."
The two friends shared a laugh and stood looking around the village a bit. Before heading to their designated campsites for the evening.
OOC: Your formatting is spot on Secritorum.
Commander Dvorak surveyed the landscape ahead of him, LS artillery lit up the night sky, illuminating the retreating convoys from the Eastern border. Refugees and the wounded flooded the FOB, and yet the camp worked at a clocks pace. He then returned to his command tent and argued with his advisers on what they were to do, they agreed they must retreat from the initial front and regroup to their secondary line. The news from the front however seemed calm, yet chaotic. The remains of the line kept most ATO soldiers at bay, but ammunition and time was beginning to run out. The camp was beginning to feel the edge of the coming war emanate from the faces of the wounded and fleeing. Dvorak knew this would be a tough battle ahead, but he believed his men could press on with their new equipment and experience. With the recent deployment of the LSE-001 Assault Armor, soldiers could get better understanding of their battlefield, and themselves with its sensors and dense armor. And this had not been there first war, most soldiers had already served for over a decade or more, having survived the worst to have ever happened, they were all survivors. Amid his reminiscing, he neglected to see the stony faces of his war cabinet look at a lone sheet of paper that read "Commence Protocol Phoenix", and listened to the screeching sound of LS bombers ahead. And the rippling sounds the air made as the distant sky exploded in flashes of violent orange and red, as the earth seemed to shake beneath them.
OOC: It really is... here I am with my third person omnipresent writing.
September 29th/Lost Souls Front/ Pvt. Jessen
The troops had awoken to LS bombs runnings. Though the bombings seemed random, they did manage to decimate a building that Alessian marines were using a med-bay. Despite the bombs, the order was given to continue pushing, after a counter bombing run over course. Pvt. Jessen grabbed his rifle and exited his tent. Most of the LS's bombs were hitting the Secritorum sector of the front. Jessen was grateful, it wasn't his camp getting hit. The camp was calm, soldiers were mounting up in IFVs or hurrying to finish breakfast. Jessen, walked towards one of the many fires around the camp and grabbed a coffee and some bread. He wasn't all that hungry. Odd, perhaps his nerves had something to do with it. Jessen found a nice spot under a large oak tree to sit down and enjoy breakfast. He noted hat his unit was scheduled to move out at 9:30 A.M. He had plenty of time to "relax" for lack of a better term. He continued, and found himself thinking of home. He had a wife and two daughters back in Alessia. He was excited to get back and see them. As long there was a home to go back to...
President Kral looked at the initial reports with a calm sense of frustration, the incendiary bombing runs were doing damage, but their spread and multitude were random at best. The original front line was not posing well either, with most of the soldiers who guarded it having died or retreated to a fall back position to the west, and what fortifications were surviving faced imminent destruction and assault by the mounting ATO forces pouring into the gaping border. It was not a grim reality setting over him, but intense annoyance at their persistence. He knew the nation had grown lazy over the past several years, not being overshadowed by the threat of total invasion does that to people. But he knew their situation will grow grim quick if they do not build a stronger Eastern Front soon, and before ATO is knocking on their capital doors, and so he decided to follow through with the orders to fall back and regroup along the Eastern Railway twenty miles west of the initial border. But they would ramp up their bombings and artillery runs in order to keep a large advance at bay, but it would take time to fully strengthen the border. His advisers had referred to it as "Scorched Ground Tactics", but he hated that phrase. It reminded him of the civil war decades ago, when the nation burned and those who lived had to crawl out of the ashes... but that is how they arose anew. He snuffed that thought from his mind and continued staring and analyzing the files before him as the noon sun rose ever higher in his office window.
Commander Dvorak roared with rage when he had heard Firebase Delphi had fallen to the Northeast, but now he sat soberly listening to their yells of pain and fear as the camp and bunker complex was overrun by Secritorum forces. The FOB was already in chaos when refugees heard the worried rumors of ATO convoys approaching the sector at a steady pace. The soldiers could do little to nothing to stop the panic, all the could do was watch as thousands marched Westward with the hope of safety. The incendiary bombings had done nothing against the ATO advance, it only provided a show for LS, and a annoyance for Secritorum and Alessian forces. He could hear the war cabinet and his men rush to pack what they could into trucks just outside the tent, what they could not save they would burn as they moved ten miles farther to the West. From what he was told, they were to set up a new Command Center somewhere within the New Eastern Line, in the industrial city of Potemkin. He heard the loudspeakers call for all troops to leave the area, and so he exited the tent.
September 30th/CAE Northern Front/ Sgt. Drusus
The north front was more or less a tundra. With small towns dotting the area. A large central highway (Highway 45) ran through the AO. It connected CAE to ATO territory. Drusus sat crouched behind a burned out car. He had his M249 resting on the hood of the car. He sat still. Aiming down his sights, waiting. Spread out behind him were other soldiers. Or, volunteers, as command put it. These soldiers agreed to remain at the front and slow down the ATO forces, until more men could be mobilized.
Drusus noted how quiet the front had become. The main CAE fired a large scale artillery barrage before retreating. Now, the silence felt piercing. Smoke and dust hung in the air. Making impossible to see past 50 yards. The ATO forces that were moving up would never expect the ambush. Drusus saw movement in the smoke. ATO marines were moving. Slowly though. They crouched, then signalled for another team to move up. Drusus moved his finger to the trigger. The first of the ATO marines moved out the smoke. Drusus moved his sights to the marine in the center, and pulled the trigger. The man flew back as rounds tore into him. The troops to the sides of him were taken out by the other CAE troops. Drusus signaled for his team to move up.
September 30th/Skies above Bougheyia/ Pvt. Hutcher
The stealth bombers had barely slipped under the radar. They were on target. In front of them, the Bougheyian Suez Naval base. Their targets were simple. Battleships, carriers, oil storage, and barracks. Hutcher switched his HUD to targeting mode. And began dropping bombs over the base. Behind him, 15 other bombers began their attack. Hutcher watched the ground light up as bombs tore apart the base. The fuel storage erupted as bombs landed around it. The battleships sitting in the docks burst into flames.
The bombers came around for a second strike. What AA guns remained began firing at the bombers. The surviving bombers began their second run. Smoke and fire covered the base. At this moment, Alessian ships had began moving into the canal from the coast. Survivoring Bougheyian ships held their ground. But under attack from the sea and air, and still in shock for the most part from the first strike. The Bougheyian navy was defeated.
September 30th/Field Command Post Alpha/ High Judicator Raszagal
Raszagal walked through the camp, ensuring her troops did not give in to the temptation of celebration. They had waited for the attack, but when Zeratul reported nothing of the sort coming they had struck hard and fast. The ATO forces were caught by surprise, it had been only an hour after the assault on the Suez that she took the initiative. Hundreds of feints had compounded their confusion, and before long they had encircled the enemy. Even still, they had fought bravely until the end, only a few dozen were taken alive, they had already been disarmed and were en route to a secure holding facility. Raszagal looked to the ground, and chuckled. She had always found it funny, how arbitrary national borders could be, and no matter how different two peoples were, show them a picture of the other's homeland, and they might think it is their own. even here, kilometers into ATO territory she could forgive someone for thinking it was northern Ism. Raszagal continued to her tent, where she wrote and submitted her field report, before laying in bed and getting some rest. Tomorrow would be a long day.
September 30th/ Suez Canal/ Fleet of Discretion/ I.S.S. Predator/ Major Judicator Jin
The Predator creeped up on the unsuspecting Alessian fleet, leading the submersible fleet like a wolf pack stalks the elk. They were lucky, the Alessians had not spotted them yet.
"Sir, we are in firing range."
"Noted. The flyboys should be here soon. Then we strike. Cho, tell me when those Alessians start turning tail."
"Aye aye sir."
"Sir, Alessian ships are sending out a distress call, fighters are scrambling." Lieutenant Cho said 11 minutes later.
"Very well, Lieutenant Moxum, initiate fire pattern delta on my mark."
"Aye Aye sir!"
"Lieutenant Cho, send word to the fleet to follow suit."
"Aye aye sir... Sir we have fleet wide confirmation."
"Mark!"
The combination of surprise attack at sea and the GFC squad's light-shields had caught the Alessian fleet completely off-guard. Unprepared, the fleet was still putting up a tough fight. But ultimately, the Alessian fleet, already weakened from having fought the Bougheyians, was sent violently to the depths.
October 30th/Southern line, southern border/ Lt. Loranto
"Look at them all. Prepare the napalm rounds. We'll have to burn out this Ismite infestation."
Loranto's second in command, a tan, unshaven man named Jason Fields nodded and proceeded to carry the order down the ranks. The Richstarg mortar teams loaded their mortar tubes. Adjusted their sights. And fired. The rounds exploded at few feet above the camp, in a "splash pattern". Covering much of the area in flames.
Loranto was pleased with the first salvo. He knew brutality was the only language that Richstarg and Ism shared. And so, he called for the artillery to prepare to fire. Sgt. Fields approached Loranto. A quizzical look on his face.
"Are you sure you want to fire again sir?"
Loranto nodded.
"I want to send a message sergeant. This won't make the Ismites back down by any means. It'll just light a fire in their chain of command. Fire the artillery."
Fields again sent out the message to fire.
"Sergeant! One more thing, prepare the infantry and tanks. Today we push the Ismites back!"
Fields again nodded and began giving the order. Meanwhile the artillery began firing. It was a beautiful sight indeed.
October 30th/Suez canal/ Pvt. Jackson
The fires still burned at the oil storage, as well as the dry dock. Not to mention around the wreckage of ships. Ask anyone at the Suez naval base and they'd all say the same thing. This is Bougheyia's pearl harbor. For the most part, the Bougheyian navy in the Mediterranean had been decimated. Luckily, Ismite and New-N ships had moved in to the fill the void left by the Bougheyian's absence. This was truly, a strategic victory for ATO.
Pvt. Jackson stood smoking by the remains of the central command post. His job was easy, guard the remains. Basically until his unit shipped out... He spent his time watching the sky. Bougheyian and Ismite helicopters, fighters, and cargo planes flew over often. Jackson knew that his unit would take a Bougheyian AC-130 cargo plane to Ism, where they'd land at some Ismite base before being shipped north to fight ATO. Jackson was hoping for Alessia. It'd be good for a little payback.
October 30th/ Northern Ismite line/ Cpl. O'hare
O'hare laid flat on the top of a grassy hill. Below him, was a large valley and rolling hills. He always loved northern Ism. Everytime he visited for "work" he considered retiring here. O'hare was few miles ahead of the main line. Not deep in enemy territory. But he was certainly behind enemy lines. Simple scouting mission. Get idea of the terrain and report it back to Bougheyian command and Ismite command.
There was slight breeze. Off in the distance, O'hare could artillery guns firing away. As well as smoke rising, from friendly lines... It was crazy how close Richstarg and Ismite troops were fighting. O'hare had reports of firefights where the combatants were only yards away from each other. The fighting was heavy. And O'hare knew, it was only going to heavier once the rest of the Bougheyians got here...
Post self-deleted by Commandism.
Post self-deleted by New joshinia.
Post self-deleted by Joshinia command.
October 1st/Rome/Brutus Cousland II
While war is breaking out in the many areas around the world New-Netherealm is enjoying a period of prosperity. Military recruiting is at an all time high and new weapons and military vehicles are being built at an amazing speed due to a few advancements in engineering. Defenses are next to impenetrable on the IAB border and all major cities have been equipped with anti missile/nuke defenses. Morale is sky high even though Bougheyia has taken a huge blow at the Suez.
October 31st/Northern Front/Master Inquisitor Zeratul
Zeratul looked into the eyes of the Richstargian soldier, they were wide with fear. Not surprising, since Zeratul was holding the man up off the ground by his throat. Zeratul watched as the man's eyes glazed over, and he tossed him aside like his comrades.
"This Zeratul, artillery position cleared."
"That's the last of the concealed positions, Captain Amir will be leading a series of airstrikes on the more vulnerable ones, so get out of there."
"Hellfire strike sir?"
"Yes."
"Do you not think that takes 'fight fire with fire' a little to literally?"
"Do not question my orders, Zeratul, follow them." Raszagal snapped,
Zeratul chuckled, always happy to get a rise out of her, before making his way back to camp. Being caught by a hellfire strike would be an awful way to go, especially when one is is a metal suit. As he neared the camp he looked up to see massive columns of smoke coming up all around: the strike was successful, at least as far as he could tell. He witched to the FF comms, and learned that 3 banshees' light-shields malfunctioned, and they had been shot down. Still, the camp was safe, and already Inquisitor squads were prepared for scouting, once the flames died down of course. not that that would be anytime soon.
October 31st/Lost Souls front/ Pvt. Jessen
A strong wind blew the smoke from the fires across city over the road. Encasing the men in the stench of sulfur. Off in the distance, the men could see the Ural mountains. LS had been giving up a lot of land, but across the Urals, the men were looking at a LS stronghold. Whatever they faced over here, would be nothing once they crossed those mountains. On the other side, LS was dug in.
Crossing the Urals, was a situation ATO had yet to deal with. They advanced through the East faster then expected. Another situation, was finding the Tsar caches. And removing them, something Alessian commandos had been tasked with, but we're having trouble. One cache was cleaned out before ATO troops could secure it. This left a cold trail and no leads to follow. Command believed a LS sub holding a few bombs could be located in the Baltic sea, a long ways away from any ATO lines.
November 1st/ Los Angeles New Joshinia/ General John Mactavish
The air was calm and the city was quiet. People had been evacuated from all workplaces and sent back to their homes. Military drove and walked through the streets ready for anything. John Mactavish also know as soap was walking up to the capital building. The main stairs and into the building. "Bougheyia has been attacked Ism has been attacked. I know we don't want this but we can tell this is a war on TOPHAT and there running out of options so sooner or later it will be us" The people in the room all just looked at him. " As general we are going back under Martial law and we need to close all work places we never know whats going to be attacked asap we will be evacuating major cities we have word of TSAR bombs and we need to be ready for anything" Soap turned and walked out not even waiting for a response , he got in his jeep and sped off
November 1st/CAE Northern front/ Sgt. Crussi
"All reports from Drusus state that their having limited success in slowing ATO forces. ATO is fighting brutally. We've deployed the 9th Drone Legion to the area. They to, are getting torn apart. You boys are on your own until General Rams forces can link up. Command out."
Sgt. Crussi looked to the north. Smoke rose from the battlefield. Crussi stood atop a hill, a lone crow sat above him, rustling in the burned tree.
"Affirmative command. Long live the Empire."
Crussi turned and walked down the hill. Towards several large trenches and pillboxes. His men sat huddled around the camp, in the trenches, in fox holes. It was a cold, wet mess. Everyone was caked in mud. Northern Arcadia was always like this in the fall, with heavy rainfall and cold days. It was a very miserable place to be.
Overhead, 3 CAE F-35s came in low, and fired a salvo into the valley below the "camp". ATO was preparing to strike, again. They'd been hitting the camp now again. With limited results. Sometimes they'd 1 soldier, sometimes 100. It was cruel guessing game that Crussi had to play. He rushed to central pillbox and began giving orders.
"Gentlemen, weapons ready. We've done this before."
Artillery began falling around the camp. With every round that fell Crussi knew his odds of holding this hill were getting slim. If this hill fell, ATO would be able to crave into the CAE interior.
Ash, dust, and smoke covered the valley like a fog, but thousands of soldiers and civilians scrambled around finishing defenses. Dvorak stood from atop the Potemkin City Hall and surveyed the scene around him. Thousands of soldiers guarded their posts, while thousands more filled sandbags or created defenses. The LS army created a buffer zone that spanned 1,000 miles in length, with an active zone of 30 miles in length. The Ural's would become their final fortress, and ATO would kill them all before they descended on the other side. The mountain range was covered in every square inch with gun emplacements, bunkers, trenches, and tunnel networks that spanned the region. Potemkin City itself held over 10,000 soldiers at this moment, with more amassing along the buffer zone each day. They had already declared a no-mans land, which was two miles in width, and was riddled with mines, along with a hourly shower of artillery and airstrikes in order to keep what ATO forces beginning to mass at bay. Dvorak could only feel a sense of dread at what would happen, but was distracted when the cathedrals bells began ringing, and a moment of silence hit the industrial city, where its towering smokestacks laid silent and its mines toiled with patience.
November 5th/LS Front: Ural Region/ Pvt. Yugo
The Urals stood in front of the ATO forces. A natural wall, shielding the interior of the LS of ATO forces. The assault here been steady. Fast, and brutal. Now, at the Urals, combat would slow and heavy. And with winter closing in, ATO forces would have to be working fast. The artillery had already began pounding the mountains. As well as Alessian bombers softening up the enemy positions. But LS was dug in. It was becoming increasingly clear the infantry was going to have to be sent up. There was a single road leading up the mountain. And several that cut through it. Yugos team would be sent into the tunnels. Where LS had soldiers waiting in the shadows. It was looking like the first wave was going to be a suicide wave.
"Where in the Path of Dark is everyone?" seargant Rand Over blustered as the deafening quite surrounded the army in the darkness of night, his cigar glowing and casting a sick red light upon his bearded face. The military had set up camp with in the abandoned military base that was out side the city. There had been no resistance, no firefights, not even a bloody booby-trap! The only casualty was someone stubbing their toe on a piece of rubble.
Private Ian Treble cursed and grabbed his toe. "My God, I think it's broken!" he whined.
His CO walked over and smacked him upside the helmet. "Shut up and be quiet! We could be ambushed at any moment!"
The ambush never came. But as it turned out, Private Treble's toe really was broken.
Private Treble was killed in combat today by Bougheyian troops retaking their region. Reports say he was limping away from a large artillery strike moments before his death.
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