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"Hi!"=Yelling/Title

"Hi"= Speaking

'Hi'=Thinking

"Hi" = Flashback

'Hi'= Flashback thinking

Hi=Intro

"Hi!"= Flashback Yelling

Chapter 11

…In recent news, the Coalition has declared that the recently trained experimental units of the Eldian Auxiliary will commence their short trial period of duty as port of the Coalition's long term plan of military operations. At the current moment, they have been stationed to aid in small areas of security duty, a station that has elicited mixed reactions from them due to the strenuous amounts of training that they have been subjected to to over the course of previous year. Of course, like many military enlistments, they grumbling didn't last long. At least not long in the face of their drill sergeant. While I cannot personally confirm it, it looks as though they may be posted somewhere in the Trost District; or somewhere else in Wall Rose. However, if the cadets are itching for action it looks like they'll be in for a long wait. The Coalition Air Forces have made sure to eliminate many of the large buildups of Titans on the other side of the wall; the only problem is that the titans seem to appear as quickly as their dispatched, so much so that now thesorties for wall security are limited to "high risk" areas to avoid wasting ammunition.

Speaking on the matter of walls I also have some thoughts on them as well, primarily regarding their purpose. In one of the reports sent to one of the other networks it was suggested that they served a purely defensive purpose, the testimony of a people using outdated technology and tactics. However, after having spent several days looking at the situation in Trost and having seen photos from the insides of Wall Sheena I can tell you that such theories are all wrong. These walls do not simply serve a defensive purpose, but a social one as well. Wall Rose is where the lower to regular middle classes and refugees reside, and from the looks of it Wall Sheena is the place of the wealthy, which means that one can only assume that Wall Maria was primarily the home of the peasants. While I would like to remind you that this is only a working theory that may be revised upon the collection of new information, I would like to remind you that it is in deed based on already gathered in formation.

As such I will continue reporting on the situation here until I am replaced.

Sincerely,

Madeline Fichte

(Unpublished report from Mrs. Fichte, received June 1st)

June 3rd 14:00 hrs. , AOT Universe, Eldian Security Checkpoint, Trost District

The sizzling rays of the summer sun shone down mercilessly on the many Late Medieval Era looking buildings of the Trost District, the rays coming from a sun who was given the opportunity to reside in the a picture perfect blue sky with relative impunity, not a single cloud threatening to dampen its rays. For the residents of the district the heat was truly nothing special, a typical staple of the season that was a normal a using salt to preserve fish, and as such they'd taken the best precautions possible. Almost every single window of every single house, even those that were facing the street, were open in an attempt to get some level of cool air and general air circulation going through the stuffy, tight houses. On top of that many, as in virtually all, of the citizens wore some sort of slightly stripped down version of their normal attire. Men didn't wear jacket, rolled up their sleeves & pant legs, hots, and some didn't wear their day time stockings. Many women didn't wear their petty coats, hoods, and additional external layers on dresses when they were able, and almost everyone was trying to remain within a reasonable distance of some sort of water source or tavern for refreshment.

Well, almost everyone. For in spite of the rather noteworthy heat of this rather sunny day there was one group of individuals who found themselves unable to engage in these few concessions, and Sergeant Armin Arlert was one of these individuals. The Sergeant in question was clad in the distinct baggy, potato sack brown uniform that he and his unit had been made to get used to being dressed in over the course of the past year. With the only major way to telling him apart from the other soldiers being the few bars on his arm and the fact that unlike the rest of the soldiers who wore summer pilotkas* with helmets on their knapsacks, he wore a soviet officer's hat complete with a maroon visor and a helmet in his knapsack.

Feeling the heat starting to get to him Armin couldn't help but instinctively proceed to wipe his face with the handkerchief that had come with his uniform, the attachment for some reason being deemed of "critical importance" by his instructors when he'd initially received it, before taking a sip from his canteen. He, and the rest of his unit, had been positioned at the rather smaller checkpoint set up by the Coalition military since about 7 am that morning with the specific instructions to strictly monitor the sector. Their main point of focus was the monitoring of any movement of local mercantile products, local persons, and the protection of any UN or Coalition vehicles and supply trucks. As such, Armin had found himself sitting in the post's small hut on its wooden chair for about 5 hours, without so much of a break and it was needless to say that his behind, and his unit's legs, were beyond sore.

As such, with so little having occurred, was it any wonder that when a small bit of static began to crackle on the radio rather than moving the dial machine's dial to the either get rid of the signal Armin instead moved one of the dials to purify it. It didn't take long, only a few seconds of mindful tinkering, to purify the signal before a distinctly foreign sound began making its way through. The sound seemed smooth, like a freshly sharpened knife, with various minute dips and flows of the sound being sudden and sometimes jagged but ultimately not entirely unappealing. It might've been due to its foreign appeal, or maybe because of the fact that the unpredictable dips and flows could easily be made into an entertaining guessing game based around their occurrence, or that it served as a great distraction from the lack of action during the day but after several minutes Armin made the decision to not turn it off.

"Hey Armin, what's that weird music?" a weary tone that bore a trace of boredom that could only belong to one person called causing Armin to look up from his post and see Jean standing there. Of all the soldiers in the unit, Jean had had perhaps been the one to accept Armin's preference of just being referred to as normal with the greatest speed and level of enthusiasm. A sort of relief to Armin that regardless of his rank as long as it was possible Jean would still be Jean, albeit a no longer pretentious version of the kid who had joined the 1st Eldian Legion one year ago.

"I don't know, but do you like it? The song just came onto the radio, so I purified the waves by changing the frequency using the dials" Armin answered causing what he swore sort of looked like a glimmer of light to shine in Jean's eyes.

'Is he impressed' Armin couldn't help but think to himself as he watched the boy standing opposite from him reached into his breat pocket before pulling a white box from it and pulling out a thin paper tube and lighting it.

"Sounds like something that those foreign instructors would play in the evening during the winter" Jean more or less grunted out before removing the tube and exhaling a small breath of smoke. The small tube, apparently known as a "cigarette", had been one of the many things handed down to the cadets on the night that they had graduated from their year's worth of training; when lit the tube emitted a peculiar and somewhat foul stench that was similar to that of the pipe Armin's grandfather had smoked while he was alive. In fact, as much as he and the other recruits of the 1st Legion hated to admit it, it appeared as though it was more so their being supplied with these cigarettes, which apparently were donned by the foreign soldiers, that made the connection to their instructors more clear to the crowd than their uniforms or equipment. It also became clear that these things could easily doubt as a sort of illegal and unspoken currency within the walls of Trost and with their local populace, a sign of the normalization of the previously taboo tendency of trading that sometimes occurred by Coalition soldiers and Trost's native populace.

"Yeah, it kind of-" Armin began only to have his train of thought be cut off by the sound of a panicked gasp. Turning his head towards where the rest of his unit were on the road he instantly noticed that one of them was looking through a pair of binoculars while another boasted a wide eyed, shocked, and fearful faces. Mouths hanging wide open in an unabashedly gaping manner. It was then that he donned a pair of his own binoculars allowed his gaze to follow their line of sight and became aware of the thing which had warranted their complete, and undivided attention. Off in the distance, not too far so that he realized his binoculars weren't entirely necessary, was what looked to be the Colossal Titan.

The beast stood behind the gate of Wall Rose, it's head and shoulder looming largely over the rest of it's body; and then, in what could only be described as a haunting repeat of the incident which had occurred roughly 4 years earlier, it seemed to open it's mouth to form a haunting smile. Then, seconds later, the front gate of Wall Maria seemed to explode, hurling large chunks of debris through the air towards the inner area of Trost and Armin's small checkpoint. Armin wasn't sure who it was who gave the command, and truth be told he didn't really care, because out of thin air came a single distinct and authoritative shout.

"Take cover!"

June 3rd 14:00 hrs. , AOT Universe, Eldian Aid Station, Trost District

"Alright ma'am just make sure that you son doesn't put too much strain on his arm and everything should be better in a few days" a kind voice called causing Annie's bored gaze to suddenly shift to see a man offering a friendly gaze and wave towards a young mother who looked to be walking off with a young child. The man in question was one Daz, a recently licensed medic who was charged with aiding the local residences of this section of the district with any medical cases that were not serious enough to warrant the attention of a medical professional trained in the use of heavy duty medical equipment. However, it would be easy to fail to see why Annie would be necessary at such an aid station and, truth be told, the Sergeant-Major would be less than somewhat interested in telling you.

It was no secret that the young Leonhart was by far, without a doubt, the best soldier in the entirety of the 1st Eldian Legion when it came to the all areas of fitness and the majority of areas in strategic ability. She'd not simply passed, but excelled in nearly all areas of every training course that was required of them and the fruit of her efforts had been the ranking at the top of the class she'd been awarded by her instructors. But now that ranking, along with the entirety of the training course she and the others had been forced to take, seemed to have been entirely for nothing. After all, how were they supposed to aid in the freeing of humanity when they'd been tasked with sitting on their thumbs and doing nothing?

Needless to say that as she sat in the small medical shack there were many thoughts running through Annie's bran, and not all of them were good. However, all that changed when she'd heard a round of gasps go throughout the shack causing her interest, although not her gaze, to be slightly peaked.

"Sergeant- Major are you seeing this?" A frightened voice that could only belong to Daz asked, causing Annie to look up from the current documents she'd been examining with a rather bored expression. Truth be told, she didn't know what sight she'd been expecting to be waiting for her when she looked up. Perhaps the line of civilians to have some how managed to grow in the short time between her last glance through the windows? Perhaps that said civilians were beginning to become disorderly? Or perhaps, in her wildest dreams, that a messenger had arrived from headquarters announcing that they were to be reposted to an active sector?

What ever it had been it was most certainly not one thing, and that was to be greeted with the sight of the Colossal Titan bearing down upon the entirety of the Trost District from a vantage point above Wall Maria. Yet, that's exactly what she found herself facing from where she sat, causing her mind to instantly go back to a discussion she'd had the evening before the unit had been posted to Trost.

The weather had been cold that evening, even by the region's standards of normal temperature differentiation in terms of night and day. Yet there she'd been, standing behind one of the many administration huts that lined the camp's outer perimeter with two other individuals standing across from her. Truth be told none of them had wanted to have this meeting this evening, it was a time of celebration and even by their standards the work demanded of them over the past year had been strenuous. As such all of them wanted to unwind, even if for Annie that didn't mean joining in with the celebrations of her fellow squamates.

However, the camp administration had been so tight on curfew that their ability to meet had been severely hampered by nightly patrols and tight security. So here they were, in the middle of an emergency as to how they should make their next move before the unit made one of its own.

"So what should we do?" the individual in front of her asked, breaking the growing silence between the three of them.

"We can't be hasty" the second one responded.

"But look where indecision has gotten us now" the first one fired back, earning a nervous shift from his compatriot. All the while Annie stood there silently, her own thoughts elsewhere. Particularly on the possibility of their being another way to accomplish their goals that her compatriots weren't willing to consider. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to think for long.

"Annie, what do you think?" her first compatriot asked, causing her to look at the two of them with the same emotionless face she always had.

"I think that we might be mistaking a possible solution for a problem" she answered, causing both of the individuals in front of her to visibly shift with discomfort.

'What do you mean?" the first one asked, causing her to roll her eyes before responding.

"Are you both so blind that you can't see the cure for your disease in front of you?" if this insult was supposed to enlighten the two of them to her train of thought it failed miserably, causing her to sigh at the realization she'd have to explain everything.

"It's become clear to me that these instructors sent to teach us, and the generals they serve, have seen the condition our people are in" she began, her tone cold and smooth as usual.

"Therefore, if given the right amount of convincing and approached in the right manner, it may be possible for us to gain them as allies in our struggle".

"What are you suggesting? That we simply wait and allow events to come to us?" the first one asked, causing Annie to be slightly irritated by her compatriot's blindness.

"No" she began, irritation beginning to fill her tone.

"But I am simply suggesting that when the opening reveals itself to us, that then and only then, might be the best time for us to push the envelope".

"What would that opening be?" the second figure tentatively asked, causing Annie to shrug in response.

"I don't know, anyways I'm going back to the party before anyone misses me" she answered before turning around and heading out. Ignoring the calls of her two compatriots to stay behind and clarify what she meant.

She hadn't had the interest in doing it then, but she was already beginning to regret it now as the Titan looked across the entirety of the district. It's gaze somehow giving off the feeling that it was searching specifically for her.

'My God, he's actually going to do it' she thought to herself seconds before the front gate of Wall Maria exploded right before her eyes. Sending huge chunks of debris speeding towards her, giving her and the rest of the people at the tiny aid station little time to react. The war had begun.

June 3rd 14:02 hrs. , AOT Universe, Utopia Aerodrome, Trost District

While many people were trying to take cover from the normal heat of the summer season by trying to find a balance between wearing the minimum amount of practical daily clothing that was required by their occupation and maintaining a certain level of respectability the same could not be said for the whole of the population within Wall Maria. The individual in question, who could at best be described as slightly over dressed given the weather and at worst could be described as having donned an outfit that seemed entirely unnecessary, could be seen in the cockpit of one of the fighter jets that had recently landed on the new Aerodrome's tarmac. The aircraft in question was a French Dessault-Breguet Super Étendard and the individual in question was none other than Second Lieutenant Antoni Bartosz.

Letting of a slightly fatigued sigh Antoni couldn't help but proceed to slowly take off the standard issue pilot's helmet and begin to wipe the overwhelming amount of sweat which had formed on his brow before attempting to relax, only to find his attempt would not last as long as he had previously desired.

"How's it up their sir?" a rather young voice asked, causing Antoni to open his right eye and throw a weak glance which allowed him to catch one of the Aerodrome's many ground crew. Based on the uniform style, and subsequent amount of bars allotted on the ground crewmen's shoulder Antoni guessed that the man was probably a mechanic and as such felt that there was a need to provide at least the basic amount of respect to the man by answering the question. That was if he ever desired to have a working relationship with the individual who would be responsible for maintaining his plane's flying condition.

"Hot, that's how it is" Antoni answered before lifting himself from the cockpit and carefully making his way down the side of the aircraft to where the ground crewmen stood.

"I second that, sir" he responded, causing Antoni to nod before using his arm to once again wipe the sweat from his brow. To say that selection of the Eldian Legion's Airwing's grounds crewmen had been hectic would've been an understatement, in truth it was nothing short of a nightmare. A group cobbled together from washouts of the more engagement based side of the military the Airwing's groundcrews, and the support staff of the whole Legion for that matter, were essentially comprised of anyone who wanted a second chance at a military career based on their pre-existing skills. With the unit collected, then the unit was given training separate from the rest of the units and equipped before being sent off with the unit.

"Any orders from the Captain?" Antoni asked, causing the grounds crewmen to pull out what looked to be a small notepad before flipping through a few pages and stopping.

"Captain Khansari has given orders to refuel all of your planes and have them on stand by" he responded, earning a frustrated sigh from Antoni.

'Doesn't he realize that we just got off a patrol?' he thought before giving his official answer of.

"Alright, get to work" earning him a salute from the grounds crewmen before he proceeded to make his way to the dispatcher's hut. Reaching the hut, Antoni proceeded to make his way to the hut's water closer and grab a face rag from its cupboard, stocked for controllers pulling late shifts, and wiped his face of the last of his sweat before moving onto do the same with his helmet. However, before he could finish he was interrupted by the sound of someone walking into the water closet.

"Oh sorry Antoni, didn't see you there" a friendly voice said, causing him to look up and see the unit's second in command standing there.

"No problem sir, I wasn't using it anyways" Antoni replied before exiting the water closet and hearing the door shut behind him and a far less friendly voice in front of him.

"Oh Antoni, I see that you managed to make it to the ground" Captain Khansari stated as he looked at him before raising an eyebrow and adding.

"Tell me, did you feel the need to kiss the ground this time too?" as if almost on command Antoni felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at the Captain's reference to the first time he'd been taken up in a plane and discovered how little he trusted the aircraft's structural integrity. Luckily he had, or at least he though he had, gotten over it which was why he stood here now.

"Very funny sir but no, to answer your question, I most certainly did not" he answered, a response which earned him a rather cheeky look on the Captain's face.

"Good, that means we can still make an airmen out of you yet my friend" Captain Khansari replied, before the declaration of an inaudible sound caused both him and Antoni to turn their attention towards the hut's attendant.

"Sir, there's news about Titan movement in the vicinity of Trost district" the man shouted, causing Captain Khansari to simply shrug in response.

"There's always movement in that area but no Titans above 15 meters ever seem to be gathering there" Khansari began before adding.

"With how small those things are we'd cause more damage than good to the wall should we try to protect it, along with wasting ammunition; but I guess we could send a two man patrol to inspect the area in half an hour" with that he began to make his way towards the hut's door only for the attendant to yell.

"But it's an escadron wide scramble sir"

"Oh for God's sake don't be so wet behind your ears!" Khansari thundered back from the hut's door.

"Look we've been conducting patrols off and on since 10:30hrs, besides we've only just come down, we're still refueling tell control-" the captain began only for the sound of something slamming into the ground to interrupt him. Instantly looking up from his spot by the window Antoni was stunned at the sight of a giant boulder having landed near one of the field's maintenance sheds.

"Look!" the attendant shouted seconds before Antoni felt something being shoved into his chest. Looking down he noted that it was pair of binoculars and, taking them from the attendant, proceeded to look towards the horizon along the invisible line that he was pointing. Looking on the horizon he was able to vaguely make out what was Wall Rose and then something that made his blood run cold. Above the wall looked to be what might've been the upper half of a giant figure. A Titan.

'By the walls its happening' Antoni thought as he slowly lowered his binoculars, the knowledge that the attack that he and his comrades had always joked about taking place was finally happening.

"Antoni" a voice shouted, causing him to look up and see the captain walking past him before pounding authoritatively on the bathroom door and shouting something in his native tongue to the man on the other side before turning his attention back to Antoni.

"Well, don't just stand there gawking, get one up!" the captain ordered as he made his way to the door, causing Antoni to give an affirmative salute before following him out. The two men made a mad dash for their planes, Antoni noting the rather large amount of chaos that was taking place around them as he did so.

"Antoni" a gentle voice called out, causing the man in question to glance to his left and see his squad mate Mina Carolina standing with her flight suit zipped up but additional equipment not on.

"What's going on?"

"Rocks came flying down from the sky just a few moments ago and there's a giant titan by Wall Maria" he shouted back seeing the girl's face begin to drain before adding.

"It's possible that there might be a breach, I don't know how bad, but we've got to get our planes off the ground before the things decides to widen the hole" with that Mina offered an affirmative nod right as a fresh voice chimed in.

"What're you two doing? Becoming love birds? Get you planes off the ground on the double!" not needing to turn around to know who it was Antoni, and Mina who was looking towards the speaker, both instinctively gave a salute followed by a "yes sir" before running to their aircraft.

"She's already sir" the grounds crewman shouted as Antoni reached his plane and proceeded to climb up the win and into the cockpit.

"Alright thanks" he replied as he began to strap himself in and properly attack his mask to his face.

"Get one of 'em for me sir" the grounds crewman shouted to which Antoni, now having clipped his mask on rendering him unable to speak, proceeded to give an affirmative thumbs up before starting up the ending of his Dessault-Breguet Super Étendard. Hurrying through the normal start up procedure and checks Antoni moved his aircraft onto the runway in as clean of a fashion as he possibly could, his progress being hampered by the many grounds crewmen and women who were hurriedly scurrying to find cover after having probably completed their pre-take off duties with their assigned pilot.

"All pilots, align yourselves in the proper take off-" the air traffic controller began only for a rock to slam into the lower offices at the base of the control tower.

"-all air craft cancel that order take off in the order you arrive, I repeat take off in the order your arrive" the man on the other end proceeded to state, correcting his previous statement as another wave of rocks came flying onto the aerodrome. Reaching the second approach to the taxi way Antoni proceeded to turn his aircraft onto the main runway before begin to taxi to the end and turn for take off. It was as he began to make his way down the runway for take-off that he noticed it, what looked to be a rather large shadow on the ground. Looking up he noticed something not to far off in the distance rapidly approaching him.

'Oh crap!' he mentally cried as he realized that the shape was a rock, and that he was directly in its current path of trajectory. In an attempt to avoid being hit he proceeded to increase the plane's speed and allow it to take off earlier.

'Come one, come on' he frantically thought to himself as he made multiple glances to the object, before beginning to veer off from the runway to prevent what he thought might be a passing glance from overly damaging his plane. With his plane towards the front end of the runway and beginning to take off, Antoni proceeded to look at the approaching object one more time, no doubt unable to predict that it would be the last thing he'd ever see. For less than one second later he, and the Dessault-Breguet Super Étendard he was flying were gone.

To all this may apply,

This is an urgent message to be opened by the leading commander of Operation Troy as soon as possible. As of a few minutes ago the entirety of Trost District and the surrounding military bases have fallen under enemy attack. I request immediate back up from all available forces not only in the settlement, but also in the initial military drop off point in the theatre with the intention of allotting re-enforcements to stem the flow of enemy forces and protect the current civilian population. While I am not one to embellish a situation, I must tell you in all honesty that due to the unreliability of the local units and untested nature of the Eldian Auxiliary unless regular troops are sent as re-enforcements to the area there is a significant threat that we may lose control of the district and surrounding area.

Honorably,

Lieutenant David Hoffman Canadian 83rd Infantry Division stationed within Trost

*pilotka: A simple, thin Soviet side cap often warn in summer by Soviet infantry soldiers