Capture of San Sebastian, First Argentine Campaign, Earth Suppression Campaigns
San Sebastian, Rio Grande Department, Tierra del Fuego Province, Argentina…
Corporal Victor Crespo of the Argentine National Gendarmerie yawned and stretched his arms, before strolling outside on the balcony of his watchtower. He'd just come back from leave last night, and was still a little tired from partying with first his family, then his fiancée Priscilla. He sighed as he thought about his dear Priscilla- she was so beautiful, feisty, but caring. Hopefully, the two of them would be able to tie the knot before the end of the year.
As the Corporal descended the stairs, his superior, Lieutenant Enrique Duarte, came up. "Corporal, you still look out of it. Priscilla give you a rough time?"
"Sorry, I must've partied too hard, sir," Victor scratched his head sheepishly.
"Hey, it's not a problem," His superior patted Victor on the shoulder. "We all deserve to let loose a little once in a while."
"Still, it's extremely negligent for me to report for duty while trashed like this. In the future, I'll be careful on the night before returning from leave. Sir- ?"
Lieutenant Duarte had stopped looking at him but instead turned to face the sea. "What- is that- "
Several bulky flying craft were descending toward the coastline.
Seconds later, an explosion erupted, followed by the chatter of a lone anti-aircraft gun.
"Are- Are they attacking the Army outpost?!" Lieutenant Duarte exclaimed. He knew the Army outpost by the coast had an Oerlikon 20-millimeter autocannon, but that was pretty much the only anti-air defense the town had. He turned to his communication specialist. "Sergeant Menendez, radio for backup!"
"The radios aren't working, sir!" Sergeant Menendez replied from his post a floor below. "I can't get through to Captain Marizza or Ushuaia! We must be jammed!"
More explosions erupted and the lone stream of anti-air fire was silenced.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lieutenant Duarte aimed his rifle in the general direction of a flying transport and fired several shots off.
"P-Please calm down, sir!" Corporal Crespo interjected. "You can't hit it from here!"
"Oh right," Lieutenant Duarte appeared flustered and took out his binoculars. "Mecusite markings! Why would they be attacking- "
A Mecusite transport set down in an intersection just down the street from the Gendarmerie base, and easily-recognizable Mecusite troopers rushed out onto the empty streets, headed for the base.
"Damn! Open fire! Our country is under attack!" Lieutenant Duarte ordered and fired on the advancing Mecusites, with Corporal Crespo following suit.
Victor thought their bullets managed to hit several Mecusite Troopers, but it didn't seem effective against the enemy's armor, as he saw several of those same Troopers duck for cover behind buildings and cars.
Then the turrets on the enemy transports turned to face them.
"What the- Brace! Brace! Brace!" Lieutenant Duarte screamed, falling back.
Autocannon fire lanced into the watchtower, ripping it apart.
"Lieutenant!" Corporal Crespo screamed as he saw his superior blasted into the air with a splash of blood amidst a shower of wood and metal debris.
Then he realized he was flying through the air too.
"So… this is the end. I'm sorry, Mom, Dad, Sis… I'm so sorry, Priscilla. I couldn't… keep our promise."
The ground rushed up to greet him and bring his life to an end.
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Outside San Sebastian Town Hall…
A trio of three Warbird Mecusite Council-class transports set down outside San Sebastian's Town Hall, where the Mayor was nervously signing a formal surrender. A girl with long, flowing dark hair appearing about eighteen years of age in full Mecusite armor except for the helmet came out of the central transport.
Another girl, about fifteen years old with short blonde hair, came out of the Town Hall to greet the new arrival. "General Reiss, are you ready to inspect the occupation?"
"Yes, I've finished my strategy meeting with Grand General Ikusaba. Has the town been secured?"
"Yes, General !" The blonde girl, Colonel Christa Lenz, replied chipperly. "The Argentine Army and Gendarmerie outposts put up minor resistance, but both were subdued with only several of our Troopers being wounded. We count twenty-seven enemy dead, and thirty-three wounded. The local police surrendered without resistance, and Colonel Ymir is accepting the Mayor's surrender as we speak."
"Excellent news," General Frieda Reiss nodded nonchalantly. "Order all our troops to fortify the town immediately. We must be ready when the Argentines counterattack."