The Calling
A War Not to be Forgotten
Chapter One: The Front Lines Day one; 1:23 p.m.
"Alright you mangled sacks of shit!! Get in there!!" General Migel Butch, a recognized general in the Coalition States' army, orders a group of men to charge from their position, on ridge. At this time, the United States of America have changed to the Coalition States. Claiming that they wish for peace throughout the world, and anything that isn't human prevents this. D-bees being anything from another dimension, and what the Coalition States(C.S.)currently wage war with. The great city of Tolkeen stands strong and mystical, filled with assorted types of d-bees, monsters, practitioners of magic, and other strange beings. Tolkeen has become the target for the CS attacks...
"Sir! They're preparing the missile and are almost ready to launch the volley at the city, sir!" A troop holding a radio calls to General Migel.
"Good! We could use with some heavy firepower before we send in raids!" Migel replies. An explosions erupts a short distance away, tearing cries out from the men in the group that Migel had just sent out. General Migel motions for the next platoon to move up and prepare to charge. The platoon feels unmotivated to charge, but have little other choice. Migel then turns back to the soldier with the radio and says "Tell them they damn well better hurry up!" The soldier nods and moves away, calling into the radio. Gunshots, missiles, rockets, and other war munitions fly overhead. A rocket screeches out as it dives just past General Migel. Migel just watches it fly past him, and detonate on the ground behind him. A pack of humanoid demons climb over the ridge and cry out, just before the platoons of soldiers open fire on them. Another demon, sails down from the clouds and drops a sack of explosives into the gathering of soldiers, just a little way down the ridge. The explosion is so great that General Migel almost loses his balance, from where he is.
Another demon with two claws sticking far out from it's body, which are straight and hook at the end, starts climbing the ridge. It stops midway up the ridge and starts using the large claws to tear into the ground, tunnelling through. It burrows inside the ridge and continues digging, slightly angled upward. The huge pincers pierce through the surface and hook through an unlucky soldier's waist. The pincers open wide, then clamp down tight, cleaving the soldier at the stomach. Migel looks furious and calls out "They're usin' Pincers now!! Kill that thing and fill in that god damn hole!!" The soldiers open fire on the pincer, which has little affect, but in their massed number, manage some damage to the beast. The hooks swipe along the ground, slashing through a soldier's leg, then dig into another's chest. Before the demon can do anything more, it's killed. A troop stands up to General Migel.
"The V3's are ready, sir!!" The troop calls to the general, referring to the preparation of the V3 rockets. The V3s being advanced from the V1 and V2 rockets, used ages ago from this time, in the second world war. Which is long forgotten, buried into unread books, and the memories fade away in graves. The general pats the troop on the shoulder, notices the man's smile, which deteriorates in an instant. Blood stains the ground from the troop's neck. Migel frowns for a second, then picks up the radio and starts yelling into it.
"Fire those god damn things! We've been sittin' out here getting our asses handed to us for an hour already!!" The receiver on the radio acknowledges and there is a large flash, followed by a loud grumble, and extreme hissing sound, as the V3 rockets are launched from their site, a few miles away. The huge tubes of death scream overhead of General Migel and his platoons. The wind rushes violently from the rockets, being but a mere 40 feet above the heads of the soldiers. General Migel thrusts his arm forth and charges over the ridge, leading the raids of soldiers. Instantly, Migel begins firing his machine gun at countless monsters and demons, scattered about the battlefield. A giant hook comes piercing through the ridge and falls against General Migel,
pulling him into the ridge. The body of the pincer crawls through the dirt and the other hook stands out, to strike General Migel. Migel's machine gun has fallen to the ground, but he grabs his pistols on his waist and starts firing at the beast's face. The other hook snaps down and gouges through the left chest to shoulder area, of General Migel. He calls out in pain, as his left arm falls down to the ground, spilling blood across the battle scarred dirt. Still alive, Migel continues shooting at the pincer, cursing it with each shot. The beast tears the hook from Migel's body and snaps it back down again.
The platoons march over the ridge and shift into lines as they charge across the exploding battlefield. Other platoons of soldiers charge forth in the raid along them. Several soldiers are shot as they charge forth. One platoon is massacred by a group of pincers, just as they reach the bottom of the ridge. Another volley of V3 rockets screech overhead, destined for the great city's walls. A powerful mage weaves some spell and an eerie ball of glowing cyan light appears far above the city. The giant explosives turn and are driven toward the ball of light, hitting it and warping out of existence. Near the light, a Coalition ship flies by, firing off rounds of ammunition at dragons flying in the red sky. The pilot, a woman in her late twenties, with blonde hair left loosely at the sides of her neck, calls for assistance through the speaker. When her special assistance is denied, she starts yelling and cursing. "Corporal Lenart!! We can't spare any back up to assist at the current moment!! We are mobilizing ground units and the air raids are not to take place for another twenty minutes!!" Corporal Lenart continues yelling and cursing, then stops, frustrated, and continues onward. Other ships are scattered throughout the skies, battling flying beasts. A man in power armour, which is a suit of armour that has been equipped with additional weaponry and advancements, flies up beside Corporal Lenart. She turns to notice the man and nods to him.
"It's about time I got some help. I've been out here for an hour and a half. My missiles are out and rail guns are pretty low." Corporal Lenart calls through the radio. The man in power armour acknowledges and flies up on top of Corporal Lenart's ship and sets his feet into the latches on top. He holds up his rail gun and starts firing outward at the aerial beasts. A dragon, full of battered and charred scales, beats it's wings as it flies towards Corporal Lenart's general direction. She notices the dragon and, knowing that she is definitely out powered against a dragon, lowers her altitude and makes a turn. The dragon continues onward, demolishing all of the ships brave, or stupid, enough to fly near it. The number of beasts in the air seem to be rather low, but there still remains the few dragons that decided to attack the air units. Corporal Lenart calls through the radio "What the hell happened?! Everything up here's gone, there's only a few dragons left..."
"Isn't that a good thing?" A voice calls in response.
"No, because they must have some kind of plan or massive raid that they're just about to use. There is no way they would drop that easily." She looks about, confused. At this time, there is only one dragon remaining amongst the scattered amounts of Coalition ships. She lowers her speed, slowly coming to a halt, hovering in the one spot. Looking around, Corporal Lenart notices several other ships have come to halts. Corporal Lenart calls through the radio, "This is Corporal Lenart, requesting permission to return to Coalition skies." The radio is silent for a moment.
Finally a reply comes through the radio, "Request denied. If we pull out our air forces now we will be wide open for aerial attack. Stay in those clouds and wait." Corporal Lenart sighs, rolls her eyes, then starts moving again, slowly raising her altitude. Another volley of V3 rockets cruise through the air at their relatively low altitude, straying towards the city, but once again a spell is used to redirect the massive explosives. The skies clear of all Tolkeen forces, with a dragon, turning to head back. Corporal Lenart calls through the radio to suggest an aerial assault, which is rejected. Corporal Lenart sets the ship to cruising speed and glides throughout the skies, waiting for her call to return to base...