Everything happened so quickly, in that sandbox. Dad ordered me and the 71st ground regiment to hold the western flank. I was holding my part of the flank, with my powers I was easily able to help crush the enemies. Little did I know that this little proxy war in Ghanistan would change the entire war, and my life.

A hail of laser blasts were all around. Gleaming red blasts went back and forth, AMA forces held the city of Kabar and thus far we were kicking ass. Explosions all around, it was making my ears ring as all of this shit was going on. However I wasn't afraid, at least not before it happened. Nope, I was enjoying every bit of it, the thrill of battle, yet another victory I could claim for the cause and yet another victory for Moebius. As my father's men held their position I stomped forward to take on their position at the hill. While those darned lasers strong as they impacted my body I've gotten used to it and I was too caught up in the thick of things to fall back. This combined with the sandstorm that was picking up was really pissing me off as not only could I not see all to well, but pieces of sand and shit were getting into my eyes.

"Ha ha! You better run little losers!"

Slowly but surely my massive body was approaching them even while my vision was being impeded by the dessert weather, the look in the cowards eyes was precious as they saw some titanic sized like monster approach them, and not on their side once I've stomped right up to them. They fired a few blasts at me which stung like fuck. However soon the worms started to lose morale and break off from their position on the hillside as they began to flee into the mountainside. This apparently was these dumbasses sort of chickenshit tactic, when things weren't going their way they would run like little bitches and hide in these little shitholes in the side of the mountain.

Lifting up my giant leg I caught some of them who were firing in a MG nest they've set up in on the hillside. Nothing is better than seeing your foe so helpless as to come to the certain knowledge that they're all about to be crushed like bugs. They started screaming in whatever the fuck they were saying as with one good step I squashed them to paste.

Behind me I could hear a distinct 'hoorah!' as AMA forces pushed from our position in Kabar and were charging up the nearby hillside just as the sandstorm started to subside. As I've said, once the enemies realized who they were fucking with they turned tail and ran. I couldn't help but chuckle at this, literally the morons were squirming all around to go into their holes while trying to even the odds by stopping the advance. My guys rushed up there and after a few good potshots or something, most of the enemies were gone. One of them, I think a cat stuck a Federation flag unto the hill and we all couldn't help put up our fists and cheer!

"They're running scared! We got this! Push forward and let's teach these prime insurgents a lesson! For Moebius!"

"Master Griefan! Master Griefan!" One soldier was saying as he came from the east towards me.

"What is it? Can't you see we're pushing here? Dad wants me to ruin their flank!"

"Your father, lord Bradanska has been shot! He, he needs you to come to him right away! We're pulling out and getting a medical Raven to him ASAP!"

At this my heart started to pound and my body tensed. The mere thought of these very words to me was unthinkable at the time. Could my dad really be mortally wounded? Half of my mind was trying to deny it, the other half couldn't help but worry as I did what the soldier said. I've reverted back to normal and followed the soldier. What happened to the soldiers that pushed ahead as I ordered I don't know, but all I could care about at that moment was the well being of my father.

Eventually we got there, the situation was bad. Ravens were flying in and our soldiers, to the best of my knowledge now, were pulling out. Soldiers were holding my father's line valiantly, but it was as if the bullet to my father had pierced the entire armor of all of the AMA forces there. Things were going to go from bad to worse.

When I got to him he was bleeding out badly. I rushed over to him and pushed the soldier out of the way. When I got there he was coughing up blood and all over his shirt and even his mouth was red. I knelled down to him and did my best to stop the blood by placing my gloved hands over his wound.

"Dad? Dad are you alright?"

"Griefan..It's going to be okay son, everything is going to be alright."

"We need to get him on the evac Raven, Grief help your father!" A soldier said to me as I nodded.

Nothing could have stopped me from tearing up at this moment. While I didn't understand at the time how close to death he was I could still feel his warmth as I've picked him up and carried him on my back to the Raven. He was breathing, but having a hard time. As I moved I could feel him take his hand and rub it against my head. I rushed the best I could to the medical transport, like most Ravens in the first Great Dimensional War it was one of our older, yet hardy 310 models. Only there was no weapon on it and it was painted white and red. Once there the medics told me to push him down on a stretcher. Doing so as gently as possible, I did what was told of me. As tears ran down my eyes I looked at him. All he could do was try to comfort me with a faux smile as if he was doing everything in his power to comfort me in his own last moments!

They pulled him inside and I got in. As we took off the sandstorm picked up and it gave us a bit of turbulence. Sadly however this craft would be his deathbed. While returning to base Ivan died of his wound. It wasn't apparent at first, but the blast had went not only through his lung, but the other side of his back. With his last breath of life all he said to me was "I'm proud of you Griefan". As his eyes began to close I couldn't help but sob.