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Welcome to Chapter 1, if you were to find the prologue pleasing, just keep on reading. If some of you guys say, it's bad or isn't really for you, go on; and depart because this ain't the place where I call in airplanes departing to some destination it was assigned to. Also, have you guys ever in the existence of being tired of just seeing overpowered self-inserts and relentless Y/Ns' with every gal as a part of their harem?
Well, this story ain't about that shite, I'm just here to give you guys a good breather and away from the triggering cringe. (No Offense, to other writers and those who like it), now have a good read.
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[Fanfiction Crossover: Command and Conquer Generals: Rise of The Reds and Kuroinu]
[This story will be based on the perspective of some Forces of The European Continental Alliance (ECA) summoned in the land of Serenus/ Eostia.]
[WARNING: THERE IS INFORMATION THAT SOME OF YOU MAY, OR MAY NOT KNOW. SO GET SEARCHING FOR "RISE OF THE REDS LORE" (If you're willing that is...)]
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[This fanfiction is inspired by "Rising One-Wing Lion of Eostia'' by Danteinfernus and "The Old and New World" by Zae'lah.]
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"Shadows of Conflict"
[Southern Greece, Europe]
[November, 22. 2046, Thursday]
[07:45 AM, Greenwich Mean Time+3]
[European Continental Alliance, Fort Hellen Research Facility]
The sun had just risen, casting a warm orange glow across the Fort Hellen Research Facility. Inside the fort, the soldiers of the European Continental Alliance were already up and about, going through their morning routines. Some of them were out patrolling the perimeter, while others were doing warm-up exercises.
The sound of heavy boots thudding against the ground filled the air, accompanied by the occasional clatter of weapons being readied. Among them was Private. Samantha "Sam" Clarke, a skilled Felin Rifleman.
She had just finished her morning workout and was now making her way to the cafeteria for breakfast. As she walked, she saw some of her squad mates engaged in target practice, firing their rifles at a makeshift range. She nodded to them in greeting before continuing on her way.
As she walked through the corridors of the barracks, she could hear the sounds of other soldiers going through their routines. The air was filled with the hum of machinery and the occasional beep of computer screens. There she reached her destination, which was the main cafeteria of the facility.
Sam could already smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon from the kitchen. She smiled to herself, knowing that a good breakfast was waiting for her after her shift. As she entered the cafeteria, she spotted her squadmates already seated at a table, chatting and laughing amongst themselves.
Sam made her way over to them and took a seat beside her senior, Sgt. Raymond Johnson.
"Hey there, Sam. You look like you could use some coffee," Raymond said, noticing the tired expression on her face.
Sam nodded gratefully as Raymond signaled to the server to bring them some coffee. "Thanks, Sarge."
"I had a rough night last night," she replied, rubbing her eyes.
"Rough night? What happened?" asked one of their squadmates, Pvt. Marcus Brown, curiously.
Sam hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "Nothing just didn't sleep well," she replied, not wanting to burden her teammates with her issues.
Raymond noticed the hesitation and the sadness in her eyes but decided to let it go for now. Instead, he cracked a joke, "Alright, soldiers, I've got a good one for you. Why did the sniper join the army?"
The squad looked at him expectantly, and Raymond delivered the punchline with a grin. "Because he didn't like the waiting list for the post office!"
Half of the squad groaned and some bursted into laughter. "Alright, alright, let's focus on the important stuff - like who's gonna beat me in the shooting competition later?"
The group continued their breakfast, chatting and joking around, savoring the brief moment of camaraderie and peace before they were thrust back into the rigors of military life. Little did they know that the peace they were enjoying would soon be shattered by the impending conflict that was brewing in the world outside the fort.
Meanwhile…
As Commander, Arthur Winchester, stepped out of his office, he could hear the sound of heavy boots thudding against the ground, accompanied by the occasional clatter of weapons being readied. He nodded to the soldiers he passed, his mind already focused on the day's tasks.
As he made his way to the command center, he checked his communicator to see if there were any urgent messages.
"Commander, we have a status update from ATHENA," the voice of the communications officer crackled over the device.
Winchester entered the command center, nodding to his officers as he approached the large holographic display at the center of the room. The display showed a three-dimensional map of the base and its surroundings, with various indicators showing the status of the base's defenses and resources.
"ATHENA, report," Winchester said, addressing the base's artificial intelligence system.
[Greetings, Commander. All systems are operating at peak efficiency. Our perimeter defenses are online and our patrols are reporting no unusual activity. The Solar Reactor functions within optimal parameters, and our personnel is carrying out their assigned duties.]
"Good to hear," Winchester said, studying the status reports displayed on the holographic display. "What about the underground research facility?" He asked.
"Research personnel are currently conducting experiments on the new prototype weapons systems, as per your orders, Commander. They are reporting positive results, but have requested additional resources and personnel to expedite the testing process."
"I'll see what I can do," Winchester said, making a mental note to prioritize the research facility's needs. "And what about the troops? How are they holding up?"
[The soldiers are in good spirits, Commander. They have been conducting regular training exercises and are well-prepared for any potential threats.] ATHENA responded.
"Excellent. Keep me updated if there are any changes." Winchester turned to leave the command center, his mind already moving on to the next task at hand. He strode purposefully through the corridors of the base, his boots ringing against the concrete floor.
As Winchester walked, he noticed the bustling activity around him. The barracks were filled with soldiers either catching up on sleep or socializing with their comrades. The mess hall was a hive of activity as well, with cooks busily preparing meals for the soldiers.
As he passed the various buildings, he made a mental note to check on the status of their supplies and equipment. Winchester was a firm believer in being well-prepared, and he knew that a lack of resources could be disastrous in the heat of battle.
Finally, he arrived at the entrance of the underground research facility. The entrance was heavily guarded, and Winchester had to show his identification to gain access. Once inside, he was greeted by the sight of the ECA's top scientists, busy at work on various projects.
He walked through the maze of corridors, marveling at the sheer size of the facility. The underground complex was a marvel of engineering, designed to withstand even the most catastrophic of events.
Inside the facility, the air was cool and sterile, and the sound of machinery hummed in the background. Winchester strode past rows of lab benches, each occupied by a team of researchers hunched over their workstations.
He made his way to the lead scientist's office, where Dr. Elizabeth Kim sat poring over a computer screen. "Commander," she said, looking up and offering a tight smile. "What brings you down here?"
"I just wanted to check in on the progress of your team," Winchester said, glancing around the cluttered office.
Kim gestured to the screen in front of her. "We're making steady progress on the new weapon systems. The prototypes should be ready for testing within the month."
"Good news," Winchester said. "Keep up the good work, Doctor." With a final nod, Winchester turned and strode out of the research facility. He had a lot on his plate today, and he needed to get moving if he was going to stay ahead of it all.
"What!? What do you mean the Skies Fell!?" A voice of a yelling woman echoed around the room.
Her name is Maia, she is a wandering mercenary and former member of the famous mercenary band named The Black Dogs, she has red eyes and red hair that is at neck length. She was wearing a choker, a headband under her bangs, and a red jacket with a furry neckline, which revealed most of her body but was able to cover most of her crotch.
Blue trousers that stick to her legs and don't cover much of her hips, and a pair of brown leather combat boots, with her signature twin blades in their sheaths connected to a belt strap across her abdomen.
Her face is without a doubt full of questions, "That is quite a ridiculous dream you have, Celestine… Dreams can be pretty wild, but the Sky Falling seems out there." She said to the maiden in front of her.
"I understand that it may seem far-fetched, but the experience felt very genuine to me. Additionally, I am unable to shake the notion that it carries some significance." The High Queen responded to her fellow princess knight.
"You said something about a golem that's taller than an orc, what did it look like?"
Looking towards the individual who was standing next to Maia, was a tall woman, who was almost six feet in height. She had a curvaceous body that was both strong and stunning, with deep blue eyes that sparkled like the sky, and intermediate golden brown hair that flowed down her back.
This is Claudia Levantine, a holy knight who holds the position of commander-in-chief of the Allied forces. She is an old childhood friend of the High Queen Celestine and is also the most powerful fighter among the princess knights, she is responsible for protecting the Goddess as her bodyguard.
Her voice was gentle, yet confident as she spoke. She was wearing revealing knight armor that didn't cover much of her vital parts, steel-plated leg armor, and combat boots. Celestine softly massaged her temple, her eyes reminiscing in pain as she remembered the tall being before responding.
"It looked magical in origin, it may be made out of stone or even metal; and it has glowing blue eyes that pierces you to the core, three on its left, and a visor on its right. What scares me the most is that I don't know what it is capable of doing…"
Maia raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of the whole thing. "Alright… Just a quick reminder, the sky fell and destroyed a horde made of demons and humans or was it dark elves? Then a dangerous golem appeared out of nowhere, and now what? A foreign army suddenly appeared before us?"
Claudia nodded. "Indeed, it does seem rather unlikely. Perhaps it was just a vivid nightmare?"
But Celestine shook her head firmly. "No, I know what I saw. And I have learned to trust my visions. We must prepare for the worst, even if it seems improbable."
The three women fell into a thoughtful silence, each lost in their musings on the implications of Celestine's dream. It was Claudia who broke the silence. "If there is any truth to this, then we must take action, it could be that ruthless Dark Queen's doing. We cannot allow ourselves to be caught off guard by an unknown threat."
Maia shrugged before responding. "For once in a lifetime, I agree with her Celestine, though what shall we do now?" As Claudia glared at the mercenary before looking back to the maiden.
"We can start by increasing our defenses," Celestine said. "We must ensure that our people are protected and that our armies are ready for whatever may come."
Claudia nodded in agreement. "I will send out a call to our allies, and have them prepare for potential attacks. We must be vigilant and ready to act at a moment's notice, now go and take a rest, Celestine."
It was decided, Claudia and Maia bid their farewell and left the throne room, as the large wooden doors closed. Celestine released the breath she didn't know she was holding, she decided to return to her quarters for the day, still wondering about the vision she witnessed.
'No, no,' she shook her head, trying to forget such horror wouldn't do much good to her thoughts as it would always force her to panic. Dismissing the maid following her as she entered her room, she sighed as she lay on her bed and cleared her head. There her eyes slowly closed, and she dreamt of the blurry faces of mysterious men in blue and gold.
*GUNFIRE*
The sun had set over the picturesque European countryside, casting long shadows across the fields and forests. But amidst the serene beauty, a fierce battle raged on, flames lit up trees and hills burning everything in its path.
There, a flag flying high, showing its famous Stars and Stripes is erected on a flag pole at the entrance of a small military base. These are the American allies of the European Alliance, several clicks away from the base, explosions occurred within the outskirts of the forests.
"Fall back! Fall back to the next defensive line!" a soldier yelled to his comrades as they took cover and fired back at the enemy.
*EXPLOSION*
An explosion ticked off beside the rangers, picking some of them off. The wounded screamed in pain and agony as medics rushed to their aid, trying to patch up their injuries amid the chaos and carnage. Then the sounds of gibberish, but a well-known language and heavy accent were heard throughout the skirmish.
"Американские свиньи падают! Не проявляй к ним пощады!" (American pigs are falling! Show no mercy to them!) An enemy soldier yelled to his comrades, boosting their morale and charging toward the Americans.
The Russian forces pressed on, three of their Infantry Fighting Vehicles and a large number of conscripts surging forward in a relentless wave of destruction. The US soldiers fought back valiantly, but they were outnumbered and outgunned.
"We can't hold them off for much longer! We need backup!" Yelled one of the soldiers as he fired his weapon at the approaching enemy.
"I got no signal response! The fucking Ruskies jammed our radios!" said another soldier, taking cover behind a rock as she tampers with her radio, only receiving static.
"Oh, Shit! Incoming!" A ranger screamed as they went prone.
Their position was heavily pinned down by the Russian IFVs, heavy ammunition slamming and chipping away on the rocks and logs. Though, both forces neither noticed a large black spot from the skies getting closer.
*ENGINES HUMMING*
The sound of roaring engines filled the air as a hulking behemoth soared over the woods, flying low and fast toward its destination. The aircraft's exterior was cloaked in a deep, shadowy hue, further accentuating its mysterious nature. Its smooth, seamless surface seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, giving the impression that it was more than a mere machine.
The strategically placed vents and intakes hinted at hidden functions, while its sophisticated color of dark gray blended seamlessly with the cloudy sky, rendering it almost invisible to prying eyes. With its sleek, aerodynamic design shrouded in darkness, the large flying behemoth exuded an air of mystery and intrigue.
Its angular contours and stealthy lines spoke of advanced technology and secret capabilities, hinting at a world beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. As the massive cargo doors swung open, revealing the aircraft's inner sanctum, a soft, ethereal red glow spilled out. The interior was a carefully crafted fusion of form and function.
The ambient lighting tinged with a faint blue and red hue, cast enchanting shadows across the metallic walls. The purposeful arrangement of consoles and panels, adorned with blinking lights and cryptic symbols, added to the intrigue, a vessel of enigmatic design and hidden capabilities.
It carried within its belly the warriors of the unknown, entrusted with missions that lay beyond the realm of ordinary comprehension. With every flight, it whispered its name in hushed tones, a name that echoed with reverence and fear, The A400M, the harbinger of secrets, ferrying its shadowy occupants to the heart of the unknown.
Within the A400M's labyrinthine interior, a clandestine group of operatives prepared for their imminent deployment. Draped in veils of mystery, they adorned themselves in uniforms, their presence masked by the unknown.
The flickering red, green, and black berets on their heads added a touch of danger to their enigmatic allure. They were an elite force, handpicked for their skills and their unwavering loyalty, ready to emerge from the shadows and disrupt the established chaos.
As the airlift soared towards the dropzone, the red glow from the interior could be seen through the windows. The sound of the engines drowned out any other noise, except for the in-built speakers that announced the pilot's message. "This is your pilot speaking. We're approaching the drop zone in T-minus thirty seconds. Prepare for deployment."
The soldiers inside the plane, dressed in black, green, and red berets, checked their gear one last time. Among them was the legendary hero of the ECA, Hauptmann Frank Jaeger, wearing his combat uniform and a red beret with the ECA's insignia on its front.
Armed with an FP-12G Shotgun and a CheyTac Intervention Suppressed Sniper Rifle, despite his reputation as a fierce fighter, Frank's face was calm and collected, revealing nothing of his emotions.
He could see Russian forces shifting towards the American base as its defenders fought hard, and he knew that they had to act fast to turn the tide of the battle. "Countdown in progress," the pilot continued, his voice commanding and authoritative. "T minus twenty... T minus fifteen... T minus ten."
The commandos readied themselves to jump. Frank looked out the window, surveying the area below. The tension within the aircraft reached its zenith. The occupants held their breath, their bodies tense with anticipation. In the dimly lit interior, the red glow from the instrument panels reflected off their eyes, lending an otherworldly aura to their determined visages.
"Standby," the pilot's voice boomed, his tone brimming with a mix of caution and excitement. "T minus five... four... three... two... one... Drop, drop, drop!" And the light went green.
As the final word left the pilot's lips, the cargo bay doors of the A400M burst open, unleashing a rush of wind and a blinding ray of light. The commandos, propelled by the sheer force of their purpose, leaped into the zone one by one, descending towards the battlefield like avatars of vengeance.
Time seemed to slow as they plummeted through the air, each second stretching into eternity. The ground below rushed up to meet them, morphing into a chaotic tapestry of rocks and trees. And amidst it all, the commandos descended like avenging angels, their mission shrouded in the gray skies, their purpose clear.
As the A400M soared away, disappearing into the heavens once more, the battlefield below still erupted in a firefight. Unaware of the elite warriors now descending upon them, a force driven by mystery and fueled by resolve. In that fleeting moment, as the commandos plunged towards the battlefield, their destiny entwined with the chaos below, the A400M had fulfilled its purpose.
With practiced expertise, the commandos maneuvered their descent, their bodies gliding through the air with precise grace. They were descending upon the unsuspecting battlefield, as they landed on the ground, their boots hitting the earth with calculated precision, they immediately sprang into action.
Frank took point, his unwavering presence commanding respect and inspiring his comrades. "Let's move out," his voice carried a steely determination, driving his team forward. With calculated coordination, the commandos fanned out, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed ballet of death.
"Remember our objective," Frank's voice cut through the sounds of gunfire and explosions. "We're here to support our American allies and push back the Russian forces. Stay together, stay vigilant."
The commandos nodded in silent agreement, their expressions hidden beneath the shadows of their helmets. Their black and red berets stood as symbols of their allegiance to the European Continental Alliance, a mark of their elite status among the soldiers of war.
As they moved forward, their footsteps were quiet and purposeful, blending seamlessly with the cacophony of battle. Each member of the team had a specific role to fulfill, their expertise finely honed to complement one another.
The two Anti-Tank Commandos, armed with state-of-the-art rocket launchers and specialized equipment, took up strategic positions to neutralize enemy armored vehicles. Their focus was unwavering as they scanned the battlefield, waiting for the opportune moment to strike with lethal precision.
The two Demolition Commandos, masters of explosives and sabotage, maneuvered with calculated stealth. Their mission was to disrupt enemy supply lines and strategic positions, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
The Commando Medic, a vital member of the team, stood ready to provide medical assistance and support. Equipped with advanced medical equipment and extensive training, the medic ensured that their comrades remained in peak condition, even amidst the chaos of battle. Their calm demeanor and steady hands brought comfort to the wounded, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the horrors of war.
The squad moved as a well-oiled machine, their actions synchronized and coordinated. Each member trusted their comrades implicitly, relying on their specialized skills and unwavering dedication to the mission. They operated in perfect harmony, a cohesive unit bound by a common purpose.
"Contact, get to cover," Frank whispered to the squad.
As Frank's whispered command reached the squad, they swiftly reacted, their training kicking in. They immediately halted their advance, seeking cover behind nearby rocks and trees. The urgency in Frank's voice conveyed the imminent threat ahead.
Through the dense foliage, they spotted a group of Russian soldiers passing through with a Mauler IFV in the area. With their guns raised, the commandos remained hidden, observing the enemy's movements with calculated precision.
"Let them pass," Frank added as they wait.
A direct confrontation was out of the question. The enemy was well-equipped and entrenched, their numbers formidable. Engaging them head-on would be a futile endeavor, a path paved with unnecessary casualties. No, he needed to be smart, and strategic.
His mind raced, calculating possibilities and weighing options. The terrain offered a few advantages—a small ravine to the left, offering cover and a potential flanking route. The enemy's attention seemed fixated on the open field ahead, vulnerable to a well-coordinated assault from the rear. It was a risk, but one worth taking. His gaze shifted to his comrades, their eyes locked onto him, awaiting his command. They trusted him, relied on his expertise, and he couldn't let them down. Their lives were in his hands, and he would guide them to victory.
As the enemy group marched away, he commanded them, "Let's move, we won't engage the enemy head-on. It's a losing game, We strike from unexpected angles."
His words hung in the air, the weight of their significance sinking in. The squad understood the gravity of the situation and the need for a calculated approach. They trusted Frank's judgment implicitly, knowing that he would lead them to victory.
As they moved swiftly, he continued. "We'll utilize the ravine we saw to our advantage, we'll flank the enemy from the left, catching them off guard. Once we've diverted their attention, the anti-tank commandos will move in for the IFVs. Demolition commandos, I want you to create chaos, disrupt their lines, and sow confusion. And the medic... be ready for anything. We can't afford to leave anyone behind."
"Yes Sir/ Roger/ Copy that," Several affirmatives were given.
The squad members dispersed, their movements executed with precision and stealth. Each commando knew their role, their training, and their experience guiding their actions. They navigated through the dense vegetation, staying low and out of sight, utilizing the natural cover to their advantage.
Frank led the way, his steps were calculated and deliberate. He communicated with hand signals, ensuring silent coordination as they closed in on their flanking position. The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation of the impending assault fueling their determination.
As they reached the edge of the ravine, Frank surveyed the scene ahead, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger. The enemy forces were still oblivious to their presence, focused on their advance across the open field. It was the perfect opportunity.
With a subtle gesture, Frank signaled the squad to take their positions. The anti-tank commandos positioned themselves for the impending strike, their rocket launchers at the ready. The demolition commandos dispersed, strategically planting explosives and preparing for their moment to unleash chaos.
Frank's voice, barely above a whisper, reached his comrades. "On my mark," he murmured. The tension built as the squad members braced themselves for the command they had been waiting for.
"Mark!"
In an instant, the commandos sprang into action. The anti-tank commandos unleashed a barrage of rockets, targeting the enemy IFVs with deadly accuracy. The explosions tore through the air, engulfing the armored vehicles in flames and debris.
*EXPLOSIONS*
Simultaneously, the demolition commandos set off their charges, creating a cacophony of explosions that echoed through the battlefield. The enemy forces were caught off guard, their ranks thrown into disarray as chaos enveloped their position.
Frank led the charge, his presence commanding and resolute. The squad members followed suit, unleashing a barrage of gunfire and close-quarters combat. The element of surprise worked in their favor as they quickly gained the upper hand, striking swiftly and decisively.
The enemy soldiers, disoriented and overwhelmed, struggled to mount a cohesive defense. The squad's coordinated assault had disrupted their formation, leaving them vulnerable and exposed. The commandos moved with ruthless efficiency, eliminating threats with precise shots and well-timed maneuvers.
Amidst the chaos, Jonas, the squad medic, tended to the wounded and captured American soldiers, providing vital medical aid and ensuring that no comrade was left behind. His steady hands and calm demeanor brought solace to the injured, their trust in his abilities unwavering.
As the firefight raged on, the squad's relentless assault pushed the enemy forces into retreat. With each passing moment, the momentum shifted in their favor. The tide of battle turned, the outcome now veering towards the squad's favor.
"О Бля! Это Фрэнк Джагер! Отступать! Отступать!" (Oh Fuck! It's Frank Jaeger! Retreat! Retreat!) Shouted one of the Russian conscripts as he and his comrades fled.
Frank's voice cut through the noise, firm and unwavering. "Press forward! We have them on the run. Finish the mission!"
*GUNFIRE*
With renewed determination, the commandos pressed their advantage, pursuing the retreating enemy forces. The battle raged on, but the squad, united and resolute, had gained the upper hand. Their training, skill, and unwavering commitment to the mission propelled them forward. As they advanced, they knew that victory was within their grasp.
With the help of the freed captives, they hunted down the Russians, and some of them either died fighting or surrendered. The squad, led by Frank's strategic brilliance and unwavering leadership, embodied the true essence of an elite commando unit. Bound by a common purpose, they fought as one, a formidable force that would not be deterred.
Their mission was far from over, but at that moment, as the battlefield echoed with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, they knew that they were on the path to success. With every step they took, they brought their objective closer to fruition, fueled by their unyielding spirit and the unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of war.
The Aftermath…
After the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, the squad regrouped to assess the aftermath of their assault. The area was strewn with the remnants of the conflict—scorched earth, smoldering wreckage, and yelling wounded soldiers.
Frank surveyed the scene, his gaze taking in the victory they had achieved. The enemy forces had been decisively defeated and pushed back, their morale shattered by the commandos' relentless assault. The battlefield was now a testament to their skill, determination, and the effectiveness of their coordinated tactics.
The squad members, though weary from the intensity of the fight, stood tall and resolute. Their faces were smeared with sweat and dirt, their gear marked with the signs of battle. But their eyes burned with the fire of triumph, the knowledge that they had achieved their objectives and struck a significant blow against the enemy.
Jonas, the commando medic, moved among the wounded, providing additional care and ensuring that everyone received the necessary treatment. His expertise and compassion were a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, reinforcing the squad's unity and commitment to one another.
Frank called the squad together, their attention immediately focused on him. With a nod of acknowledgment, he addressed his comrades, his voice carrying the weight of their victory. "Our mission was a success, but we need to remain vigilant, another thing, has the jammer been taken down?"
"Affirmative, the Russian Comm Jammer has been taken down, should I relay our findings to Base Zeta, Kapitan?" Asked by the Polish Demolition Commando, Sgt. Aleksander Nowak, codename: Specter.
"Go ahead, we need more men and defenses down here, the Americans also need the help they can get," Frank said as the Commando followed his command.
Frank finally let out a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing as he took in the aftermath. Deciding to sit down on a crate beside an American Combat Ambulance, he got into his thoughts.
'It's almost December, I just hope we still get Christmas breaks… But I don't think that would be possible with the War around.' Jaeger spoke in his thoughts as he grabbed a circular locket that was tucked in his shirt pocket. Opening it, we see a picture of him and his family smiling, beside him is a woman with long, flowing brown hair and bright green eyes.
The two children, one boy, and one girl, the boy on the right a young man by the age of fifteen with a strong build and a determined expression. He has short, brown hair and shares his father's blue eyes. Now the little girl on the left, beneath the woman, has long flowing brown hair and gentle hazel eyes wearing casual yet stylish clothing.
He misses them, but he knows he had a job to finish. Closing the locket, he inhaled a large amount of air before exhaling. He muttered, "I promise, I promise I will come back this year's Christmas… Bleib einfach stark, meine Familie, Ich werde bald zurück kommen." (Just stay strong, my family, I will return soon.)
As Frank sat in reflection, the squad members began to disperse, tending to their individual tasks. Some started to gather essential supplies and ammunition, while others checked the perimeter for any signs of enemy reinforcements. Each member understood the importance of remaining vigilant, even in the aftermath of victory.
He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, attempting to light the tip on fire, but it was halted when an ethereal voice echoed through the air. "Oh dear, I am very much sorry to say, but I will need your power," the godly woman's voice reverberated around him, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Startled, he looked around in confusion, trying to comprehend the source of the mysterious voice.
Before he could make sense of the situation, a blinding light engulfed the area, emanating from a swirling vortex of magical energy that materialized above the squad. The soldiers watched in astonishment as the spell unleashed its power, drawing Frank and his team into its irresistible grasp.
In an instant, they were enveloped by the swirling white glowing vortex, their bodies caught in the grip of otherworldly forces. The world around them blurred and twisted, the familiar sights and sounds fading away as they were whisked away to an unknown destination.
Meanwhile, the American soldiers nearby stared in disbelief, their jaws dropping at the inexplicable phenomenon that had just unfolded before their eyes. They were left bewildered and perplexed, left to wonder what the hell had just happened to the squad.
"What the fuck just happened?!" A ranger yelled.
As the magical teleportation spell carried Frank and his comrades away, their fate and purpose now intertwined with forces beyond their comprehension, their journey took an unforeseen turn. What awaited them on the other side of this mystical portal was a mystery yet to be unraveled, a new chapter in their lives about to unfold. But they won't be all alone once they get there.
The world went dark…
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I don't really have much to tell you, but… I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm sorry if you felt a bit c*cked blocked at the end. But I am indeed planning for something big… Well… maybe.
So, dear readers, brace yourselves for the upcoming chapters, where destinies will be revealed, sacrifices will be made, and the true nature of heroism will shine through. We eagerly await your presence as we embark together on this epic adventure (is it even one?). Thank you for your continued support, and may the magic of storytelling transport us all to realms unimagined.
Eh, might as well not express my dialogue like that ever again…
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