October 4, [REDACTED] - 08:00

The Legion had grown exponentially since the arrival of Chris Davens, over two hundred and fifty staff were stationed at Headquarters at any given time. Outpost Alpha, from the Juno campaign in Sicily a year ago, had renovations done to it and was now housing over a thousand Legionnaires, most of them still in training. Davens had even managed to obtain a few Navy ships, an aircraft carrier along with four modernized battleships.

The ships had black letters on each side, LNS, marking each as part of the newly created Legion Navy. Draco had used surplus funds to purchase a few troop transport ships, capable of deploying or evacuating over five hundred soldiers. Supply ships had become a daily routine, most of the crates were loaded onto Allied Army Cargo Ships to be shipped to front line armies, but a respectable amount from each supply drop was also added to the Legion armory.

Kate was checking up on the numerous guards that were now stationed on the four sea platforms. She had just finished with the guards stationed on the supply platform and had made her way back to the Jeep she was using. This wasn't a standard issue Jeep, it belonged to her soon to be husband, Percy. It was helpful to have when going around the pacific ocean base, the Willy Jeep was olive drab with the legionnaire insignia on the doors, a white eagle clutching a knife in it's claws. Nakayama had installed a bench seat in the back of the vehicle, allowing for five total passengers. The windshield could be folded onto the hood, and Kate liked to keep it down to feel the wind in her hair, now slightly flowing past her shoulders.

Each platform was at least three kilometers apart, with a bridge attaching them to the hub of the base, the command tower. She had just pulled up to the command platform to grab a bite to eat from one of the many Mess Halls, when her radio started to buzz.

"This is Iris, come in." Kate answered, sitting in the Jeep with a burger in her hand.

"COMMAND TOWER! NOW!"

The voice of Draco boomed over the radio, it wasn't the normal tone for the man. His voice was full of authority, Draco wasn't asking her, he was ordering her. The only other time she had heard such seriousness from the man was during the Juno Campaign in Sicily. She didn't even bother to reply...

Her burger fell to the floor, the Jeep was left idling where it was parked by the Mess Hall, and the feisty ginger was running as fast as her legs would carry her...

Command tower, a few minutes later...

"Commence Raid, offshore area in the Pacific. The winds will scatter our vengeance over the surrounding region. All will die...and wouldn't you know, someone's gone and built a pesky little fortress there. Now who would do that? Right in the middle of a brand new warzone, too. Oh well. All the better to test those greedy Mercenaries..." An unknown female voice was saying over the radio, broadcast on all frequencies, a legionnaire was fiddling with the dials to keep the signal clear.

"You've GOT to be kidding me!" Kate exclaimed as she listened to the radio broadcast. "We need to get all hands on deck, Draco. Where's my husband?!"

"Kate, you go rally the troops. We need to be ready for anything." Draco answered, not looking up from a battle map spread out on a table. "Take a guess where Scotty is..."

"Got it." Kate jogged out of the room and descended to the bottom floor of the command tower. She sprinted into a communications room that had access to all megaphones placed around the base.

"Attention all Legionnaires! Stop what you're doing and listen. This is your Sub-Commander! We are in the midst of an unknown threat! All personnel to their battle stations! This is not a drill! Everyone report to your squad leaders and await further orders." Kate hung up the megaphone controls.

She ran back up the two flights of stairs until she emerged back into the command room. AA guns and machine guns were placed in spots to cover the bridges in crossfires and cover the skies. Legionnaires had placed sandbags on all ends of each bridge, effectively sealing each platform off from the others. It was standard procedure, each platform was now acted as a fort that protected the command tower.

The Allied Cargo Ships in the area were equipped in the weapons, three inch naval guns and AA turrents. The ones laiden with supplies made a beeline for the western sea, in friendly territory. The ships that stayed, formed up with the Legion Navy and the fleet sped North, towards the source of the transmission...

"I see choppers headed this way!" Yelled a legionnaire manning a M2 Browning machine gun through the radio.

"Conan! Shoot those choppers down!" Kate ordered. "They might report back! Take it down if it's hostile!"

"Yes ma-" Conan's comms went dead.

"Damn, he's down!" Draco hit the desk with his fist.

"Fuck! Accepting fire from enemy gunship, a Hind D! We need to pull out! They have 2 Hinds and 10 transports!" Conan's voice protruded through Kate's headset, she could hear alarms sounding from Conan's control panel. It didn't sound good, but at least Sheppard was still alive.

"Oh thank god, Shep is fine..." Kate wanted to fall over. "Tell Conan to abort, get out of there! We got you covered! We can't afford to lose any of you!"

"Draco…Kate…They're targeting our home. You don't you think we should evacuate?" Percy's voice came through the radio chatter.

Kate and Draco shared the same look. She glanced into his bright blue eyes filled with the same kind of concern. In that moment, it wasn't just their lives that were important. The rest of the Pacific theater of war was at stake. Draco brought up his right hand and placed it on top of Kate left shoulder. Kate believed in Percy, and she knew Draco did as well. "No way..." Draco squeezed Kate's shoulder.

"If we're going out, we die taking as many of those bastards with us..." Draco spoke into the microphone.

"Heh...alright, fine then. I've kinda gotten attached to the place myself." Percy chuckled light-heartedly through the comms.

"I have to go help him." Draco spoke. "I'm going to need you to rally the rest of the troops."

"Do what you have to do. Percy is going to need all the help he can get..."

"I trust you to lead things here in my place." A Draco grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her toward him. His left hand cradled the back of her head as he brought her in for a surprising hug. It went by so fast Lydia didn't even have time to register. "That's just in case I don't make it back."

"Draco…you're going to make it back." Kate punched him in the arm. "You have a promise to keep to Delacroix, don't you?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "I sure do..."

"Alright, get out of here. Everyone should be in their positions." Kate nodded her head with confidence.

"Once more into the fire..." Draco spoke aloud and swiftly walked out of the room, up to the helipad on the roof of the command tower.

Draco: October 4, [REDACTED] - 10:30

"Conan! Drop me down on the bottom floors, below the deck!" Draco called out.

"You got it, Commander!" Sheppard maneuvered the Huey to the front of the place. Draco could hear gunfire and explosions through the whirring helicopter blades the closer they got to the ground. "The other guys should be here shortly! Let Iris know where I am. I have a feeling the Captain is going to need back-up!"

"In that case, why don't you take the present I brought you?"

"Present?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Why don't you look under your seat?" Draco stepped out of his seat and went prone to examine quite the weapon just chilling out under his seat.

Draco scoffed to himself. "Does the Sub-Commander know you have this?" Draco wrapped his hands around the large weapon and began to pull it out.

"I happen bring it along just in case!" Sheppard laughed.

"Heh. Now that's what I call forward thinking." In his arms, Draco held the mother of all missile launchers, the M47.

"Glad to be of service, sir!" He slung the launcher over his back safely and armed himself with the two extra rounds it came with. Once close to the ground for a comfortable landing, Draco jumped off and safely onto the northern platform, the combat unit. He pulled out a MP5 sub-machine gun as and proceeded through the platform, which was under attack from 3 sides.

"Scotty, this is Draco. Do you copy?" No answer. "Damn." Draco continued his way through the platform. Up ahead, he saw the smoke of an explosion and an enemy Hind descend into an area, a small journey ahead. The chopper was obviously distracted with something. "I have a feeling that's where Scotty is..." Draco chuckled to himself.

"Hey! Stop right there!" A voice bellowed from a few meters to the north.

Draco turned his attention to four men who were bundled close together. Well that's very tactical! Draco inwardly criticized their grouping pattern. The men were readying their weapons, but they weren't fast enough. Draco quickly unhooked a M67 grenade from his belt and pulled the pin. With a perfect lob, the grenade landed right in the center of the men.

"FRAG OU-" The explosion cut off the rest. Didn't even stand a chance. At least I'm on the right track. Draco made his way past the deceased men and body-parts and ran into the next area. Not too far ahead, he could hear the bullets from the helicopter pierce through metal trying to shoot at something…that something being my buddy...

"Nobody fucks with us." Draco huffed as he emerged into the next room. In the distance, ducking behind cover was Scotty, not really armed for dealing with such weaponry. Draco vaulted over the small wall that separated himself from cover. He readied the launcher by loading the missile and hoisting the weapon over his shoulder. In his field of vision, Draco aimed at the nose of the bird, which was still preoccupied with taking down Scotty.

"Percy! Take cover!" Draci called out. "Kiss your ass goodbye!" With a pull of the trigger, the missile launched from the barrel with a powerful noise. The projectile collided with the nose of the helicopter and exploded. Totally destroyed, it crashed to the ground in flames and with a large thud. "Hot damn, that is one powerful piece of equipment!" Draco cheered as he stood up. "Oh fuck...Percy?! You ok?!"

Scotty stood up from cover now that the coast was clear. Draco jogged up to him. "Here, I brought you a present. You might need it more than I do."

"You crazy son of a bitch. Thanks mate... They dropped off a squad, cornered me with that Hind, and got control of this platform's deck." Scotty said, happy to see his old friend, taking the M47 and holstering it behind his shoulders.

"Here's some extra ammo." Draco held out the other two missiles for the M47. "Sheppard is around to prevent enemy reinforcement from air. I'll follow you and cover you from behind! Let's clear out that platform!" He saluted Scotty before they both booked it toward the middle of the platform. Draco stood patiently with his sub-machine gun at the ready guarding the doorway Scotty had run through. "Bring it on." He muttered to himself...

Draco had a feeling they would've been followed and he was right, as Scotty was busy clearing the room, a squad of eight mercenaries had come running through the doorway. The first four fell victim to the 9mm bullets of the MP5. When he ran out of ammo in the magazine, Draco simply dropped the sub-machine gun and drew his favorite handguns.

Like a wild west gunslinger, the .45 Colt Peacekeepers flew from their holsters and fired like a flash of lightning, each bullet dropping one of the remaining mercenaries. One of the soldiers for hire was wounded, and he stared in shock at the man who had killed his whole team while clutching the hole in his stomach.

"W-Who are you?!" The man exclaimed.

"Me?" Draco asked a sinister smile across his face. He picked up his MP5 from the metallic floor and slung it over his shoulder, slowly walking over to the wounded man, twirling his revolvers in intriguing ways. They would spin, he would throw them, catch them, all the tricks you could imagine...

"In the East, I am Shalashaska! Here in the West, I have taken a new moniker! I am Dracovich!"

The merc stared in horror at the man, unable to speak. Draco threw the guns into the air with a spin, and caught them. He aimed the Colts at the man, pulling the hammers back with amazing speed...

Bang!

"Room Clear!" Scotty called from inside the room. "Done with your fun?" He said with a smile on his face, when Draco entered. He was standing by a set of controls for the cargo elevator. He pressed the button to call the lift, and started reloading his now empty M4. Another four mercenaries lay dead inside the room, killed by suppressed sub-sonic 5.56mm bullets.

"Of course." Draco replied as the elevator doors made a ping noise and the doors opened. "Where's your L85?"

"Barracks...I was training recruits at this platform. They are hold up in the lower levels and rooms, waiting for my signal to charge out and take the enemy by suprise." Scotty said as they both stepped onto the elevator.

They both ascended up a cargo elevator and made it to the deck of the platform. Two dead Legionnaires lay inside the elevator room, both of them riddled with bullets, while three dead mercs could be seen on a nearby stairwell outside. The sounds of battle were fierce, multiple explosions and gunshots could be heard through the door. Scotty readied his M4 and Draco reloaded his MP5 Sub-Machine gun.

"Let's Go!"

10:45

Kate had rallied the Legionnaires and Allied Army naval troops that had been on the platforms during the attack. The mercenaries were easily fended off, being woefully unprepared for combat with a professional military force. The soldiers for hire had pulled back to the two northern platforms, the main force of Legionnaires would have to break through the enemy on the first northern platform, and cross the bridge to link up with Percy and Draco on the second platform. Kate gathered a team from the Elite Corps and ordered them to break through the enemy forces and rendezvous with the Captain and the Commander. They were usually able to be distinguished by their Tiger Stripe uniform, balaclava and black beret. She wanted desperately to lead the team herself, but someone had to stay to command the Naval battle in the Northern Sector.

The team of five was ready within a minute, gathering all the weapons and ammunition they would require for the mission. The team consisted of three riflemen, a sniper, and a machine gun.
Gathered behind the sandbags on the bridge, they organized themselves into a V formation. Their leader nodded to the nearby troops guarding the bridge.

The main force of Legionnaires popped out of cover and began to spray the enemy positions on the adjacent platform with an impressive amount of firepower. The elite team vaulted over the sandbags, and began to charge over the bridge.

"Contact! LMG, 10 o'clock!"

"He's down! Move! Move!"

"Contact! 2 SMGS, Front!"

"Firing!"

"Tangos down!"

"FRAG OUT!"

The team didn't stop at the other end of the bridge, they simply jumped over the enemy positions and kept sprinting, leaving the mercs to battle with the main force. The last Elite Legionnaire to jump the sandbags, pulled a grenade pin with his teeth, dropped the explosive at his feet and continued sprinting to the objective. The explosion destroyed the sandbags, killing a few mercenaries and also clearing the way for the main force, now charging their way across the bridge.

Those in the Elite Corps were very the best troops in the entire legion, many of them veterans of the sicily offensive or earlier. They would see their mission to the end, even if only one of them was left standing. Sprinting through the buildings, they stopped at the sandbags leading to the final bridge, ducking to avoid enemy gunfire. The main force of legionnaires was now catching up to them, many of them shooting from the hip and running to the protection of the sandbags or whatever would stop a bullet.

A brief firefight broke out, the Elite Corps troopers were aided by a few Allied sailors that managed to reach their position. They managed to fire back at the enemies and killed six mercs, before the main force took shelter behind the sandbag barricades.

"Covering fire!" The leader of the main group ordered, a Staff Sargeant. A few dozen sailors and legionnaires emerged from cover and hammered the enemy with a combination of bullets and grenade launchers. The remaining mercs on the bridge were killed before they could run to the safety of the last platform.

The leader of the elite team turned towards the leader of the main force. "My team and I have to get to that platform! " He yelled over the gunfire and explosions.

"We can't go anywhere with those Machine Gun nests! It's suicide!"

Just as the man was about to protest, his headset crackled to life. "Pathfinder, come in. This is Overlord, Repeat. Pathfinder, respond."

The leader of Pathfinder had to duck to avoid shots from an enemy LMG, he cursed and clicked the button on his throat mic. "This is Pathfinder."

"Pathfinder, nice to hear from you. What's your situation?" Delacroix responded.

"We're pinned down at the final bridge. Two Machine Gun nests and multiple groups of infantry. These guys must have a ship or something, they just keep coming...couldn't hurt if you would authorize us some support. Please inform the Sub-Commander..." He responded, trying to report important details.

"Wait one..." Delacroix told him.

He focused back on the firefight, the situation was turning into a stalemate quickly. A sailor tried to shoot one of the LMG Gunners, but got hit in his left shoulder. One of his team members had taken a bullet during the charge across the bridge, the rifleman was now tying the wound on her arm using her teeth and a bandanna from her BDU pockets. The enemy was gathering at the end of the bridge, massing for a counterattack.

"Pathfinder, come in." Delacroix's voice crackled from the radio.

He clicked the throat mic twice. "This is Pathfinder."

"120mm mortars will fire six rounds, including five rounds of High Explosive. Time your charge with the barrage to get across the bridge, then link up with the Capitan and the Commander." Delacroix instructed the man.

"Roger that."

The loud whistling of incoming mortar rounds could be heard a few moments later, the first round landed straight on the sandbag wall, blowing apart a few unlucky mercenaries. The second mortar round destroyed one of the Machine Gun nests, at exactly the same moment, Pathfinder team jumped up from their positions and began sprinting across the bridge. The third mortar round went wide, landing in the ocean, exploding and causing a giant splash that showered the team in gallons of salt water. The fourth and fifth rounds exploded in roughly the same area as the first, killing more mercenaries...

The Pathfinders were only a thousand feet away from the enemy when the sixth and final mortar round exploded. Instead of causing damage to the platform, it created a smoke screen. The team burst through the smoke, shooting or stabbing at any enemy within sight.

The Pathfinder leader was first to enter the smoke cloud. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and pulled out a standard issue Legion combat knife. The blade was black, to help with stealth missions and to prevent a glare from the metal. The two riflemen, including the wounded woman, followed their team leader and charged into the smoke with their blades drawn. The team's sniper and MG gunner stayed on the bridge, taking out all the enemies outside the smoke and on top of the buildings. The female sniper used her rifle with immense skill, using that talent to protect her comrades battling inside the smoke. The Machine Gunner was busy suppressing the enemies not inside the smoke cloud, his M249 SAW making sure the mercenaries couldn't run away or fire back...

When the smoke cleared, they could see the result of their handiwork and the mortars. Over a hundred enemy combatants had been killed in the timespan of just a few minutes, many of them falling dead due to the Elite Corps Legionnaires. They started to search the area for signs of their Commander and their Captain...

Author's Note-

I decided to go ahead and give the spotlight (for a bit) to a normal unit of Legionnaires (as normal as Elite troops can be...hehhe...)