1st Reconnaissance Battalion's Roadblock, MSR Tijuana, April 2nd 2021 (0900)

At 9 in the morning at the roadblock, with Centurion-1 and a LAV Platoon manning the roadblock, Alpha, Bravo and Charlie Company is busy repairing their vehicles, refueling them, changing spare parts and fixing broken turrets, so far in the invasion, multiple Humvees has broken down during their dash to Appia Highway.

Last night has been uneventful for Hitman-2, besides wild dogs sneaking up to the perimeter, nothing really happened. They spent their free times changing tyres, fixing engines, eating MREs and jerking off.

Simon is walking down the road, heading back to his Humvee which is parked off road, hidden under a green camouflage net, that is until Dow calls him from his Humvee.

"Ayo Sai, check it out man, my fuckin' Humvee broke." He said with a smile on his face, pointing towards his Humvee that is also off the road, as if it's a small problem for him.

"Jesus Dow, how many fucking times has your Humvee broken down?" Simon can only shakes his head at the condition of his Assistant Team Leader's Humvee, smoke could be seen rising from the engine compartment.

"Yeah, lemme count, 3 or 4, tops." Dow replied almost immediately, before going back to his Humvee that is also under camouflaged net, unlike Simon's Humvee, which has a roof, Dow's Humvee is open top with no roof, after someone in the Battalion H&S messed up the supply and gave them a Humvee straight out of a Marine Corps's scrapyard.

Instead of continuing his original destination of heading to his Humvee, he decided to follow Dow to check what's up with his Assistant Team Leader's Humvee.

In the engine compartment is Allie, who are wearing his desert goggles to protect his eyes from the smokes, trying to fix the engine, apparently, one of the bullets from the JSDF 7th Recon shootout incident last night, had ricochet into their Humvee engine, damaging up some of the things in there, they didn't find out until now. It is too late, as both the batteries and gas kits are gone, due to being damaged by a 50 cal from JSDF 7th Recon.

"Man, what the fuck is this shit man, we found it inside our engine, fucking hell." Dow just shakes his head while looking at the 50 cal that they dug out, it's still alive, so they decided to dispose of it by shooting at it from far away.

"Yeah this fucking shit is totally fucked." A voice comes out from the engine compartment, it's Allie, his face and wavy brown hair is blackened by the smoke, he pulls up his desert goggles and then points at the batteries.

"Jesus man, we are in a tight time-table." Simon spoke up, referring to the erratic schedule of the battalion. They're supposed to take turns manning the roadblock up ahead.

"Bro this shit has been fucked ever since we stepped off Alnus, it's like Minecraft or some shit, they're giving us motherfucking rock and coconuts to make radios of." Dow immediately replied, before climbing back into his Humvee to store his M4A1. Watson, Cortez and Redman is fixing the M2 turret, which has jammed due to lack of LSA lubes, another example of H&S and Bravo's Company Operations Chief, Gunnery Sergeant Mike Fellows's fuck-ups.

"To make matters worse, a stray Japanese 50 cal got into our engine and now it's half-fucked." Nathan joins in from the turret, his lush blonde hair and blue eyes making him stand out under the camo nets, he is helping Cortez unjam the M2.

"We even fucking got blown up donkey dicks and gas kits here, fuck man!" Allie just throws his wrench, disappointed at the state of his Humvee, before picking up the wrench again.

"And then back home, they're riding around in fucking Teslas, Mercedes Benz and shit, picking up the Chicken Popeyes and Starbucks at drive-thrus, and here we fucking are, invading a alien fantasy world with ghetto Humvees. It's fucking depressing." He continues his rant, taking a moment to spit outside.

Immediately after that, Evan and Doc Clancy arrives out of nowhere, carrying gas kits and batteries respectively.

Evan surprises Allie by shoving a gas kit between his legs, making obnoxious moaning sounds, before climbing the Humvee with Doc Clancy.

"What the fuck? What was that for?" Allie asks, surprised by Evan's sudden obnoxious moaning sounds, then he saw the batteries and the gas kits.

"And where the fuck did you get those?" He then points at the engine kits they got for their Humvees, curious where they got them.

"We had to suck an officer's cock and let them fuck us in the ass to get these stuff." Evan sarcastically replied. Making a cheeky smirk in the process.

"Yeah, the guys at H&S did all kinds of weird kinky shit to us two." Doc Clancy joins in, flashing a smirk at Evan.

"See, you just got exploited by your betters and the rich, wanna know what we seriously need in fucking America man? A holiday, where once a year, the blue collar men, gets to fuck white collar men's shit, blow up his house and ride his cars 'round the city." Allie immediately responds, as if to mock Doc's and Evan's sarcasm. He then glances at Simon, who came from a rich family.

"Are you a communist man?" Evan jokingly asks, while helping him install the batteries, smiling to his ears.

"Fuck yeah, I am." Allie immediately answers in a non-serious way.

"That'll explain, you're Mexican after-all." Evan shot back.

"Bruh, say that again you white trash shitcunt, I'm Brazilian, not goddamn Mexican." Allie takes a moment to stop fixing the engine and looks at Evan with a death glare. Evan immediately flashes a shit-eating grin at him.

As if to troll him, Nathan and Cortez joined in on Evan's side, putting aside their differences to troll him.

"Brazilians are just tropical Mexicans, bruh." Both of them said, with a deadpan voice.

After a beat, everyone under the camo nets, save for Allie, laughs, even Redman the Humvee's quiet guy joins in.

"Man, fuck this shit." He simply said, before going back to fixing his Humvee.

Immediately after that, Sergeant Major John Ackermann arrives to chew out Evan, for not wearing his LWH helmet.

"Jesus fucking christ! What are you all? Fucking hippie-commie faggots?" He asks, in an angry voice.

"Why are you not wearing your fucking helmet, devil dog!" He asks, not a hint of irony in his voice, immediately silencing everyone up.

"Is there a problem Sergeant Major? My men have been working on that Humvee since dawn." Lt Mistral walks up into the net, looking at his platoon before facing Sgt Major Ackermann.

"I DO NOT FUCKING CARE! IF YOUR MARINE HAS A FUCKING CHEST WOUND, HE WILL NOT TRAIPSE ROUND THE DECK, WITHOUT HIS FUCKING HELMET, HE IS DISOBEYING DIRECT ORDERS, FROM THE BATTALION COMMANDER HISSELF!" He immediately responds, in a very loud way.

"Fine then." Lt Mistral gives in, not wanting to have a debate with him.

"Corporal Carson, be advised, you're expected to conduct all business in this camp with your LWH on, under direct orders from battalion commander himself" Lt Mistral then turns to look at Evan, winking at him to let him know he's not serious.

He immediately complied, wearing his LWH helmet, seeing this, Sgt Major Ackerman left.

When he finally gets far enough, he removes his helmet yet again, seeing this, Lt Mistral responds,

"Don't push our luck, try not to get caught." He smiled at Evan, before going back to his Humvee

"Fuckin' Ackermann, no sooner we stopped moving through highways with dead bodies, motherfucker is lecturing us up in his illiterate, fucking 'retardese' language" With the Sgt Major out of the earshot, Evan immediately took the chance to mock him, pointing how his thick southern accent makes him unintelligible, dubbing it "retardese".

Everyone once agains laugh, although quietly this time. Lt Mistral meanwhile, just smiles, as he is walking back to his Command Humvee.

5 hours have passed since the joking session. Simon is scanning the empty fields in front of him with his ACOG, next to him is Doc Clancy and Evan, who is also scanning the horizon, behind them are Traveler. Kirito meanwhile, are at their Humvee, making sure everything properly works, so far, nothing bad has happened to their Humvee.

Suddenly, they heard a loud boom, followed by a couple of popping sounds. Everyone stops what they're doing, and looks at the source of sound, it's Centurion-1 and a LAV-25 firing. Then, they heard what they're engaging on the radio

"Godfather, this is Centurion-1 Actual, be advised, we are engaging possible enemy scouts, they appear to be armed, how copy? over." Lt Connolly is on the radio, telling Godfather about the situation.

"Copy that, Centurion-1, Godfather out" A response came from the radio.

It seems like Centurion-1 "Cum Eater" just used their main 120mm gun towards enemy scouts, blowing them to smithereens together with a LAV-25.

"Damn, that was fucking awesome, they should rename their tanks to 'Cum Sprayer' or 'Cum Blaster', looks like they vaporized the Imperials." Evan excitedly says, as he is looking through his thermal sight attached onto his M4A1, unlike ACOGs which Simon and Doc Clancy used, thermal sights allow the user to see the enemy's heat signature.

Looking through his thermals, Evan deduces that "Cum Eater" and a LAV-25 has vaporized the enemy scouts, leaving nothing but chunks of meat.

"Evan, please stop with your gay-ass fantasy, your white trash ass never seen actual cum before?" Simon asks, turning his head towards him.

"You know what, I'm gonna open my own gay bar business when we get back home, I'm gonna name it the 'Cum Sprayer', you got this two-way mirror right? Where there's this giant fucking cocks, just constantly jerking off at you, so when people enter, they will see this cum-stained mirror on their way through." Evan responds in his usual, Rip-Its energy drink induced rant, trying to annoy Simon, before continuing scanning the horizon.

Simon, with an exasperated face, just say,

"Evan, please, put it to rest." His voice sounding tired, his eyes staring towards the front.

"Yes Sergeant." A reply came from Evan, who then continue scanning the fields for any survivors.

Through his ACOG, Simon sees a head of a short white haired girl, missing it's body, on the field up front. Her eyes are gone, filled with shrapnels, blood oozing out. It's one of the few things that remains after Centurion-1 "Cum Eater" and a LAV-25 fired their main guns, 120mm and 25mm respectively towards her.

One of the maimed body parts that remained is her guts, which has an iron armor, with a red rose emblem on it, some parts are colored gold, or maybe bronze, he can't see it clearly due too all the dusts and bloods oozing out of the body, organs everywhere.

But what he can see clearly is the red rose emblem. He just ignores it, not recognizing the red rose emblem, simply assumes that the red rose is just a part of the Imperial Army. He tries not paying mind to the maimed body parts in front of him, continuing to scan the fields and the roads for any more enemy instead.

Yesterday, April 1st, 2021

Responding to Her Highness Princess Pina Co Lada's request to reinforce Italica, Bozes is leading a group of Rose Knights, in their elegant white horse, in a march to reinforce Italica under direct orders from Pina herself.

They are still 4 days away from Italica. Not wasting any time, Bozes immediately requests the short-white-haired Panache, one of the best horse rider in the Rose Knights Order, to act as a messenger to Italica. Pulling up next to her, Bozes immediately gave her the message, written on a paper.

"Panache, please inform Her Highness that we are near Italica, she needs to know we are 4 days away." She said, informing Panache on her mission.

Hearing this, Panache gave her a reassuring smile, before taking the message and getting on her horse to head to Italica, before leaving, she says,

"Don't you worry! Bozes, I will take care of myself and the princess!" She said, waving at her friend.

"I wish you goodluck in your journey, I'll see you in Italica." Bozes replied, after that. Panache took off with her horse, heading towards Italica.

I hope nothing happens to her…

Bozes hoped nothing happened to Panache in her journey. Hoping that the other-worlder barbarians won't spot her

Note :

Donkey Dick - Slang for jerry can fuel spout in Marines.