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"Hi"= Speaking

'Hi'=Thinking

"Hi" = Flashback

'Hi'= Flashback thinking

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"Hi!"= Flashback Yelling

Chapter 1

Mougins, Provence, France August 28th 2018, 10:00 hrs. Western European Time

The bright French summer sun shone down upon the open, rolling Provence fields filled with lavender plants in the late stages of full bloom and dotted with the occasional barn for the more rugged of rural farm animals. Truth be told the whole valley looked incredibly picturesque & serene with an innocence that made one reminisce to that which could be found in a Monet painting, it was almost as if nothing had happened. As if this small valley hadn't been the backdrop of one of the most unprecedented attacks on the Southern France by a foreign power in decades, and as though it was not the starting point of the next chapter in such a story. Almost, in that case it was good thing that one would not have to go too far in order to remove one's self from this picturesque illusion and meet the gritty reality of what was about to transpire. The event in question that was about to transpire was the first major stages of Operation Troy, the multi-national military plan to properly respond to the terrorist attack on the French people.

The greatest testimony to this was the coalition military column that was currently parked directly in front of the gate which had served as the doorway for several giants to enter into this world. In the months ensuing the initial attack & the French government's appeal to the international community for support the ensuing wave of coalition allies who had joined Operation Troy had been at least noteworthy a fact which could be proven when surveying the amount of flags that were on display from this column. Going down the column from back to front one would see the Russian Byelyye, Japanese Nisshōki, Canadian Maple Leaf, Belgian National flag, German Bundesflagge, Union Jack, and finally at the front the French Tri-Colour with each nation's place correctly summarizing their direct military contributions to the operation. Sitting on top of one of the transportation vehicles and gazing in the beautiful sight was none other than 23 year old Captain Cesar Khansari. Turning his attention away from the column Simon found himself catching sight of a large group of French civilians, some of whom looked to be journalists, who were being kept at a distance from the column. When he had elected to join the French Air Force detachment that had been assigned to help in the Foreign Legion's mission Cesar had imagined himself being able to go to many places, primarily Africa, however what he hadn't expected was to be placed on a mission set to "invade" a world filled with giants.

Giants, those mystical creature from Medieval European folklore who were incredibly stupid but were often bailed out by their size, the creatures that were soup he staple of the fantasy genre that even C.S Lewis had bothered to include them in his children's stories. The only thing that was more surprising than that was that there were people in existence who truly lived entirely in the Middle Ages without any semi-modern buildings to be found. Despite this however, Cesar wasn't as surprised at the knowledge of a people lacking basic necessities such as clean running water, electricity, and modern medicine after all his Iranian born father had taken care to mention how lucky the family was to be French citizens almost everyday Cesar was a child. With this in mind the premission briefing and it's emphasized points came back to him.

"Our mission will be to help these people defeat these Giants while also looking to see if it's possible to advance them technologically" his commanding officer had begun.

"These people live in dwellings similar to that of those in Medieval times which their greatest threat to you is not from what they do know but rather what they don't; in terms of hygiene, knowledge of diseases, and proper medical techniques they situation looks mediocre at best" before adding.

"For all you veterans, if you thought Mali or Burkina Faso was bad, this will be even worse" and when asked to give a rough idea of what to be expected via country comparison he'd simply replied.

"If things get out of control I think we maybe looking at a situation similar to that of Somalia" after that there had been few questions to give them a good frame of mind, but instead chose to focus on learning the mission specifics.

As the memory slowly faded back into Cesar's subconscious he found his eyes once again looking down the long column before once again drifting to the civilian crowd that stood beside it. Whether or not anyone was willing to admit it everyone in the column knew one undeniable fact, that the eyes of the eyes of the world were now upon them, as this was possibly one of the strongest European based responses to terrorism and one of the first that had been spearheaded by the French government. It was with this in mind that Cesar felt something poke him in the side and he looked down to see his squadron mate, and second in command of his Escadrille, Joseph Taube standing directly below him.

"It's nearly time" Joseph said causing Cesar to simply nod in response and jump down from his position on the vehicle to stand by Joseph before the two began to make their way over towards their pre-assigned position. Over the course of the previous few weeks various observation missions had been carried out by drones of the French Air Force to determine what tactics would be best for establishing a base in the area surrounding the gate itself and while they had managed to accomplish it while also making one fact clear, that it was incredibly difficult for the pilots to fly the drones through the gate meaning that it was not a wise decision to order Air Force pilots to do the same things with actual combat aircraft. With that the Coalition forces had elected to instead drive the aircraft which had been selected for this operation & the pilots which would fly them, through the gate and deploy them on the other side on a makeshift airfield. As Cesar's thought began to turn towards the thought of the air craft which he'd been forced to learn to fly for the mission, employed because they were deemed as being "easier" to teach the natives, a shiver subconsciously went down his spine. Luckily he didn't have to continue that train of thought as the loud siren that signaled the operation was about to begin went off causing Joseph & him to change their simple walking pace to one of a hard jog allowing them to finally reach the small VTT armored personnel carrier and began to climb in only for the distinct sound of one of the speakers being turned on to be heard before a familiar voice followed.

"Bonjour my friends, my name is Emmanuel Macron and I have the honor of being the leader of the nation of France and as such I would like to thank all those who are members of the armed forces gathered here today to begin taking the first step towards seeking justice for the unprovoked attack on the French people. It's with great regret that I'm forced to inform your over this communication system that I will not be able to be arriving to see all of you off on your great expedition to aid in the betterment of the lives of others. However, despite my inability to attend I do hope that you will not mind being called to perform a moment of silence in memory of the heroic police officers & civilians who lost their lives on this very field almost two months ago"

There was no question as to whether or not such a thing was possible and in immediate response the entirety of the column went silent as word of the president's request got round. Never in his life had Cesar thought that such a large group of people could get so quiet so fast and had his eyes not been open chances were that he might've thought that the entirety of the column had disappeared leaving him alone on the field, for even the engines had been turn off. After a few seconds a lone voice broke the silence and began to sing an anthem that properly represented the current mindset of the nation which had written it so many years ago, the Marseillaise.

"Allons enfants de la Patries,
Le jours de gloire est arrive!"

Before the single voice had even finished the first verse many other voices began to join in along side it, making the lone cry of patriotism begin to turn into a noteworthy movement.

"Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé ! (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats ?"

By now the small group of voices had begun a force as the anthem was no longer solely being sung by the members of the French units, the song in its various translations had begun being belted out by all of those who stood by be it in Russian, English, Japanese, German, or the native French it was written in.

"Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes !

"Aux armes, citoyens !
Formez vos bataillons !
Marchons ! Marchons !
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !"

By the final cry it was no longer a song, but a multi-national statement meant not only meant for the various Coalition forces to console their French allies, not simply a was for the French units to console their fellow countrymen. It became a statement, a statement of a country which had been bent by a sudden incursion onto its home soil of hostile forces from an enemy they did not know, but were about to bring to justice while also liberating all of those under its thumb. And it was with that the engines of the transports started up Cesar & Joseph climbed into their vehicle and the column began its slow journey to the other side of the ominous gate which lay on the outskirts of a small town in the South of France.

Hey guys,

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and I would like to warn you ahead of time that as of right now I'll be forced to adapt to a newer busier schedule so updates will be a little more sparse than this one, but don't worry I won't make you guys wait months for glorified peanuts. Regardless I hope that you guys remain just as actively involved in giving me feedback because I intend to start asking you a few questions and would really enjoy your input on it.

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Jackie Robinson