A military convoy in California in route to a local military with fresh recruits receives a message that there are problems going on in Sacramento. Alfred Jones, a Captain, with brownish blonde hair and blue eyes was talking with another Captain named Lucy Morning, black hair with purple eyes.
"What do you think's going on?" Alfred asks. "Maybe Trump finally declared Martial Law on the state." "I think he wouldn't do that until after the election." "Well then what do you think it is?" "I don't know but something feels strange." "I'll take your word for it because you are the expert in the strange." "Heh says the guy who seems to never run out of pop when off duty."
Then the convoy stops not far outside of the city. "Hey why did we stop?" Alfred asks. The driver responds with. "The city is a active war zone and since we are the first ones to respond we need to unload at a safe distance." "Do we know how high civilian casualties are." "Not sure but it's predicted to be staggering due to the state's gun control laws." "Got it." Everyone unloads and quickly heads into the city to find what looks to be Roman soldiers killing people. They gun down as many as possible.
"First day of of combat and we are killing Romans, Orcs and Pigs. Great." One of the New recruits complains. "Oh shut up, you could be in Iraq." Lucy tells him. "Yes mam, sorry mam." "We should get as many of the civilians inside as possible." "Great idea." Alfred responds. As they do so they group up with surviving cops and the few people who actually have guns and try to get people inside and get medics to people who are hurt. Eventually as help arrives the remaining hostilities are either wiped out or captured.
Alfred goes over to the new recruits. "You guys handled your selves well for newbies." "Thanks sir, but you and Captain Morning helped us remain calm because we knew you had experience with combat." One of the soldiers said. "Oh it was nothing plus this was slightly different than what we were used to."