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"Hi!"=Yelling/Title

"Hi"= Speaking

'Hi'=Thinking

"Hi" = Flashback

'Hi'= Flashback thinking

Hi=Intro

"Hi!"= Flashback Yelling

Chapter 2

Situation Room, French Ministry of Defense, Paris, France August 28th 2018, 11:00 hrs. Western European Time

To say that the mood within the main room for French military operations was tense would be a complete and utter understatement with the source of this tension being an immense number of factors with one of the biggest reasons was the background which surrounded this military operation. Few military operations had been carried out by the French government with such speed; in a little more than two months since the initial terrorist attack on French soil the government had managed to call for, put together, and transport a European military coalition the likes of which hadn't been seen since the first few years following the end of Cold War. This was made even worse by the fact that in the time that they'd been organizing the counter-attack they hadn't been able to find out if it was indeed possible for vehicles larger than the drones they'd used to scout the initial area could be sent through the gate at all, for fear of giving away the fact that a counter-assault was immanent. With this in mind General Francois Lecointre let out a rather long sigh as he waited for the first reports of the troops activities on the other side of the gate to begin to roll in.

In all honesty Lecointre had partially been against launching such a hasty counter-assault and as he patiently waited for the confirmation of the troops successful crossing to the other side or failure to do so he nervously held his breath. In the few months of observation that had been allowed the air force units who'd been tasked with performing reconnaissance on this new front they were about to invade had been able to make many discovers, only a few of which had been allowed to make their way into the public conscious. The first was of course to total lack of infrastructure that had been observed, as President Macron had been allowed to inform the UN Assembly in New York of how backwards these people seemed however he had not been able to speak of the overall scale of how little infrastructure their was mainly because it had been deemed unnecessary by military censors. To say that the people in this recently discovered world "lacked" infrastructure was to completely under phrase how poor the situation was. The foreign settlement was cited as being comprised of almost entirely Medieval or Dark Age style thatched houses with the quality gradually rising the father in recon drones went into the settlement. There looked to be few factories, none of which could be considered modern, as far as the recon teams which were attached to the drones could tell there were no hospitals, no water purification areas or treatment plants, no sewage systems, and most of the populous looked to be living a life that only reenactors of the Medieval & Dark Age periods would dare explore. Outside of the settlement itself there were no roads with descent roads, the word descent being used extremely loosely in this specific scenario, only appearing in the center most part of the settlement and the other roads being mostly comprised of what looked to be mud with possibly some sort of water absorbing material spread over it to make it less of a quagmire in the colder months.

The whole situation made the President's claim of a "humanitarian situation" look like a severe understatement in reality it looked like a situation tailor made for a humanitarian disaster similar to that of Somalia and other countries in the horn of Africa if the Coalition was careless. However, what made the already dire situation worse was easily seen from the air by all of the recon drones on all of the recon runs to the settlement and that factor was the giants. Hemmed around the walls of the settlement, and even in the farther reaches of the initial outer districts, they were the obvious factor for the walls, which looked to possibly be at least 30 meters in height, to be erected in the first place. They made all hopes of an approach by an armored convoy nearly impossible, which meant that the only way that contact could hope to be made with the people inside the settlement was through the transportation of troops & delegates via air transport, which might put the initial groups in danger if the populous within the settlement turned out to be hostile. With so many uncontrollable factors and such grave consequences if any errors were made it was no wonder that General Lecointre and all the other military personnel in the room were collectively holding their breath as they waited for the first reports of activity to come in. However, Lecointre wasn't given the luxury of pondering the predicament too much longer as within seconds the sound of the room's door opening could be heard.

"General Leointre" a winded voice cried out causing the general in question to look up from his seat to see the suited men who'd made the declaration currently doubled over and partially out of breath.

"What is it?" the general replied causing the man to straighten up again and take a large gulp of air before continuing with the message he'd been tasked with bringing.

"The leading units of the expeditionary force have managed to make it through the portal itself and are currently beginning to fortify the position" the aid responded before handing the current collected report to one of the lower staff members in the room who promptly took it over to the general so that he could properly read it. The report was scant at best, clearly having been composed quickly causing it to have little of the formalities traditionally found in the modern French military however its scantiness also had another problematic factor within it. That being that the situation was still unfolding, allowing for it to change on a dime in any conceivable direction.

"Is this all?" Lecointre asked causing the man who'd had the misfortune of delivering the message, who had by now regained a proper pattern of breathing, to once again have all the attention in the room fall upon him.

"Yes sir, that's all the information General Poitier has sent so far" the man replied causing Lecointre to set the report down.

"Well keep me, and all the military staff here, well informed of the unfolding situation so that we can give General Poitier any supplied he needs as quickly as possible" Lecointre declared, causing the man to nod before turning to leave the room.

Unknown Position, August 28th 2018, 11:00 hrs. Western European Time

The distinct jingling sound of equipment count be heard as throughout the entirety of the small encampment as soldiers scrambled around the camp using small vehicles or even their bare hands to transport the required ammunition, building materials, and whatever other things that had been deemed critical to be included in the front of the column to their required spot. To the uninformed observer this constant movement might be assumed to be the sign of confusion, possibly even chaos as the expected sound of officers barking out orders could not be heard anywhere among the seemingly endless riff-raff. However, this could not be even farther from the truth as the lack of orders was sign as to how well trained each individual Coalition soldier was at analyzing the situation that they'd been placed in and properly respond in an orderly & timely manner. It was in this situation that young Cesar found himself and the other members of his small squadron found themselves near the small tent which had been set up to accommodate the recent influx of gear set aside for the reconnaissance team.

From the moment that the Coalition column had arrived on the other side of the portal a few short hours ago they had begun the process of constructing an immediate perimeter to set aside as a base to which re-supply teams & supplies could disembark from the known side of the gate to be eventually transported to the combat zone. Due to receiving a different set of tasks upon arrival the few air crews who had been sent along with the column had gotten out of the way of the constant shifting and movement of military gear, only aiding when specifically called to do so. Upon being informed that a drone was to immediately be sent from their current spot the to do list issued to them had been to focus more on the reconnaissance aspects of the current situation, which had included watching meticulously at the computer screen which the small camera on the drone was currently transmitting a live feed to.

"Look at the size of those things!" someone declared causing Cesar to change his focus from his thoughts to the screen at hand and peer between the shoulders of two airmen who were standing in front of him. It wasn't the first time that he'd seen them after all he could openly testify to the fact that the French air crews that had been assigned to the mission had indeed been given some photos and known information as to the hostiles they would be facing, however he couldn't help but be slightly surprised that not all the other crews had been afforded the same luxury, but letting the thought leave his mind he returned his focus to the screen in front of him. They looked just like they had in the original photos and footage, the only difference being the fact that the angle made them look slightly less tall and that their intimidation factor had been greatly reduced to the lack of human blood on their lips. In fact at this point they looked quite cartoonish, somewhat akin to the images that many children had in their mind of the way that the more buffoonish giants of Medieval folklore might look should they have actually existed. Their hair, for the majority of them had hair, looked poorly kept causing it to have in common with the mane of a lion than the regular hair that would reside on the top of the head of a human and it also looked as though their motor skills were so poor that their level of impairment looked to be similar to that of a person who'd consumed too much alcohol. However, despite their ridiculous look & obviously impaired motor functions there was one thing that managed to almost reverse these almost laughable handicaps and that was their immense amount of numbers.

As the drone proceeded to perform another one of its flybys the sheer scale of the creature's assault was able to be properly understood by all of the pilots who viewed it. For beings which obviously lacked a language, any sort of strategy, or any proper military training the sheer number of giants which had been brought to bare on the small settlement which they were currently besieging sent shutters down Cesar's spine. If those things could only be stopped by the gigantic walls which lay between them and the unfortunate inhabitants inside of the settlement, how well could he or any of the Coalition forces honestly expect to fair should the same amount of giants elect to perform a similar assault on their small encampment.

'Hopefully, we'll never have to find out' Cesar thought as the drone finished its reconnaissance of the settlement and the pilot began the process of flying the small unmanned machine back to base. Cesar was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of feet walking towards him and casually glanced back to see his superior officer, Commandant Philippe Foche causing him to turn around on what couldn't be called anything more than a dime Cesar instinctually proceeded to salute to the man.

"Sir" Cesar declared, causing the others in the tent besides the drone pilot to do the same and those of inferior rank to the Commandant to before a similar salue.

"At ease, I have news about our upcoming assignment" the Commandant responded, electing to allow all the airmen to perform the order in question before continuing.

"In a few days several pre-selected delegates from the French government & UN will be arriving to begin attempting to negotiate the natives here, we've been given the orders to transport & escort them to the settlement and back on the day in question, until then you can expect things to be quiet outside of the usual duties" the man instructed causing the group to nod in response before he elected to add.

"But don't any of you begin to get lax during this brief break from action, if any of those things get too close for comfort we'll be expected to make sorties in response, and once the negotiations end we'll be up to our necks in the business of aiding in the modernization of the native's fighting forces; dismissed" with that the Commandant turned around and left causing the group to begin the process of mingling once again. The next few days were going to be full of unusual surprises and Cesar hoped that none of them proved to be fatal.

Hey Guys,

It's me Jackie, since this story is going to have a section involving the 104th I was wondering how much training you want to see. Feel free to submit your vote to any of the following categories of how much training I should detail before the Battle of Trost, the options are listed down below.

A. None (Make up another unit to train altogether)

B. A Little (1-2 Chapters worth)

C. A Descent amount (3-4 Chapters)

D. A Lot (5-6 Chapters)

The polls open as of this chapter going up and will close upon the publishing of chapter 4 or 5(not including the prologue) depending on the amount of people who elect to get involved, if there are no voted I will simply make the decision on my own. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and elect to come back for more.

Sincerely,

Jackie Robinson