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Author's Rant
First and foremost, I would like to thank you guys for reading my fanfiction series. The fact that you followed me and added this to your Favorite list already made me happy and motivated enough to do this.
My hobby is writing fanfictions but I have been so busy with work lately that I barely had any time to write at all. I will try to update this series at least every two weeks but at this rate, I may be only able to do so once a month. If you guys are worried that I may go on a hiatus, don't worry because I have long-term plans for this series and I am planning to have it crossover with another series in the future (after I am done with this one of course).
In addition, I am also working on a Halo fanfiction which might be different from what you guys are familiar with. I will update you as soon as I get the novel going so stay tuned.
In case anyone hasn't noticed, this fanfiction was inspired on the series War of The Two Empires written by Author Prototype Marc 627. However, I DID NOT RIP OFF or steal anyone's ideas to write this series. I really wanted to write my own after reading dozens of fanfictions (both good and bad) on this site. More importantly, I was determined to create my own alternate universe for the franchises or series that I love. I love the Code Geass series but I really hate how they handled the characters and lore behind the series. I will discuss with you guys more in future chapters.
Another clarification, anyone hasn't noticed, the universe of Code Geass Alpha 121 doesn't have Geass or any overpowered BS abilities like the Canon Code Geass. Just pure science fiction and the power of real world physics here. You don't need to create fancy super weapons and technologies when our real-world equivalences are already plenty powerful and destructive themselves. Yes, there is Sakuradite in this universe but it is more like a rare metal and is mostly used for space industries and computer science, not proliferate to the point every single gun could be a "railgun" or "coilgun" like how they did it in the Canon Code Geass. Again, you don't need fancy sci-fi guns when conventional firearms are powerful, easier to maintain and mass produce, and can function in almost every environment. That's another thing I really hate in sci-fi series. Most creators go for fancy sci-fi weaponry while ignoring how powerful real-world weaponry already is.
If you notice any more issues or consistencies with the chapters, please let me know so I can fix them or address them directly with you guys. Anyway, I hope you guys continue to enjoy my fanfiction.
Outskirts of Los Angeles
Inside the Castle-class Mobile Command Center, Lieutenant Colonel Robert Christensen of the 57th Mechanized Infantry Battalion watched with satisfaction as his battalion took out another nest of invaders who survived the bombing of the fighter drones.
The majority of the enemy detachment that targeted Charlotte Station had already been bombed into oblivion by the fighter drones of the Imperial Space Navy. However, over two thousand of them managed to escape and were currently hiding inside the city. That was where his battalion came in.
At the moment, his battalion has been divided into five companies to sweep across the outskirts of Los Angeles. To avoid civilian casualties, each company would use Knightmare Frames equipped with advanced sensors to detect the enemies hiding inside the buildings while the infantry would move in to flush out or eliminate them with extreme prejudice. All of them were supported by a fleet of Wasp drones for reconnaissance and aerial support.
On another screen, the Sutherland-model Knightmare Frames moved into the streets slowly to avoid spooking the enemies. Their Factsphere Sensors continued scanning for enemy stragglers like sharks looking for prey in the water. Whenever a group of hostiles foolishly ran from their cover to get away from the Britannian soldiers, they would immediately get shredded by machine guns.
Robert couldn't help but scoff when he saw some of the medieval warriors fire arrows at the Britannians only to get turned into Swiss cheese by their heavy machine guns. The effects of heavy caliber bullets on organic bodies were gruesome but it didn't faze the Britannians one bit.
When his battalion was pushing through the densely packed streets of Los Angeles, Robert had feared for the worst. Captain Olsen, the police commander of whatever forces in the area, had blockaded the streets leading to the station to protect thousands of civilians inside. Based on what his drones had gathered, a force of twenty thousand hostiles was heading to capture the station. The young Colonel had prepared himself for the worst because of how slow his battalion was advancing.
They finally breathed a sigh of relief when Princess Cornelia's Task Force arrived and devastated these savages with their contingent of fighter drones. The Raven drones managed to eliminate the majority of the enemies with their bombs and missiles. After witnessing the carnage created by the drones, the remainder of their forces fled the battlefield and ran straight into the gun barrels of his forces. As soon as the Britannian Air Force and Space Navy dominated the airspace over Los Angeles, the Saderans had already lost the battle.
Robert almost felt bad for the enemies when they had nothing but medieval weapons against his people's advanced weaponry. At best, they had those large strange-looking creatures and cannons from the Age of Sails with them but all of them were destroyed by the drones' bombardment.
However, his sympathy disappeared as soon as he learned what these savages had done to his countrymen from Her Highness Cornelia and police drones. He also ensured that his soldiers were made aware of that fact by sending the evidence to his battalion's data pads.
To make things even easier for him, Princess Cornelia herself had given a direct order to all Britannian forces to eliminate all enemy combatants within the city since she had already left the task of capturing enemy commanders to the BSIA operatives. Now, he and the soldiers under his command were making sure that none of these bastards left the city alive.
"Wolverine Lead, this is Red Fox Actual!" One of the Captains under his command said through the radio. "Sir, there is a situation over here."
"What is it, Red Fox Actual?" Robert answered the radio.
"We have… a development here," the Captain seemed to hesitate for a second. "It'll be much faster to show you. Sending you the drone feed."
"Bring it up, Irene!" He said to his aide-de-camp, Major Irene Livingston.
She nodded and brought up the drone feed sent by the Captain on the viewscreen. Saying that he was surprised by the scene before him was an understatement.
The area seemed to be an abandoned warehouse where a large group of hostiles was hiding in. The company that engaged them was equipped with five Sutherlands, twelve Panther AMVs (Armored Modular Vehicles), and two dozen JLTVs armed with missile launchers and heavy machine guns. Based on the drone feed, it looked like they were firing continuously at the hostiles, decimating some of the structures and vehicles around them.
Far behind the enemy lines, there was a group of enemy warriors who were presumably the commanders of the surviving enemy forces based on their armor and dress. What surprised him wasn't these men or the pile of heavily mangled corpses in front of them. Instead, it was the group of two dozen hooded figures in front of the remaining enemy commanders. These individuals were covered from head to toe in thick black and purple ropes decorated with ornate patterns and holding strange-looking staffs in their hands. They raised the wooden staffs in front of them and the air seemed to be ionized by electric bolts coming from the staffs.
When the Britannian forces fired at the group, their bullets were mysteriously stopped in midair as if they were smashing into an invisible wall. When heavier weapons like AMVs' 35mm autocannons and Knightmare Rifles were used against them, their invisible walls were destroyed and several of the cloaked figures collapsed on the ground. The rest of the group scrambled to presumably raise the walls up to protect themselves against the Britannians' relentless onslaught, all the while slowly retreating.
Almost immediately, his mind went to the closest thing he could think of to explain the strange phenomenon.
"The hell? They have fucking energy shields?" The Colonel asked out loud.
"That seems to be the case, Sir!" Major Irene said as she watched the video. Her expression showed that she was more surprised than him. "However, whatever they are using, I don't think they have the same technology as ours since there are clearly no generators around for them to do that."
The Colonel thought about it for a few seconds while the company continued to engage the hostiles, not letting a single one of them escape. Although they managed to block the strange-robed figures and enemy commanders from escaping, they lacked the firepower to destroy the enemies' version of energy shields.
Just then, Robert remembered that each unit had one special vehicle equipped with special equipment designed to counter enemy drone swarms and energy shields. He had no idea if it would work here but he had to at least try it.
"They didn't fire any EMP grenades, right?" He asked the Major.
"No Sir," she promptly replied.
"The BSIA would love to invite these bastards for some 'Tea Time'," the Colonel said and gestured at the screen. "I don't know how it works but I am willing to bet that it has something to do with some kind of unknown energy similar to our electricity." He then picked up his radio and said. "Red Fox Actual, cease firing and put some EMP grenades into the hooded bastards. If the grenades defuse their shields, capture the hooded ones. If the grenades do nothing, permission is granted to use the rockets. We can't let them escape."
"Yes Sir!" The Captain replied through the radio.
Outside the drone feed, the specialized grenade launcher on one of the company's Panther AMVs turned and began firing three EMP grenades into the Saderan ranks. When the grenades landed on the cloaked figures' feet, the Britannian forces ceased firing, mostly to reload their weapons. The cloaked figures were intrigued by the rolling blue rods beneath their feet and the Britannians' actions.
Before they could do anything else, the rods exploded and covered the area with a blinding white flash. Thanks to the distance between them, the Britannians' equipment and vehicles were safe from the grenades' effective range. However, the same could not be said for the cloaked figures. All of the figures were writhing in pain on the ground with their hands on their heads. The Saderan commanders behind them were staggered by the sudden flash of light and loud sound so they were also on the ground, covering their eyes and ears.
As soon as the hooded figures were on the ground, three Abram JLTVs drove toward the enemies' rank, flanked by one Gloucester. All of their weapons were trained on the enemies on the ground.
Britannian soldiers from the JLTVs quickly gunned down the remaining enemy combatants with their M-40D Battle Rifles and XM-300 Machine Guns. After all of the combatants were eliminated, they quickly subdued the cloaked figures. When several of the enemy commanders drew their swords and stupidly charged at the Britannians, they were perforated with two dozen 7.62mm bullets.
The four remaining commanders were too scared to fight back so they dropped their weapons and kneeled on the ground with hands in the air, shouting something in their language. When the Britannians reached them, they were already pissing themselves in sheer terror. Without hesitation, the Britannians slammed the butts of their battle rifles into the Saderans' heads, knocking them out cold. The soldiers in the back also went to finish off enemy combatants who weren't quite dead yet with clean headshots.
After all of the enemies were neutralized, the Colonel contacted Imperial Strategic Command to report his findings. "Wolverine Actual to High Command, connect me to Her Highness Cornelia! We have a situation here."
Saderan Imperial Campsite – Part 1
If the Count of House Formal had wished that his gut instinct was wrong, it would have been now. It was as if every fear he had ever since coming into this world had come true. The actual army of this nation has arrived and they were far, far more advanced than he had previously anticipated. Iron beasts and metal carriages that spat terrible fire of destruction; War Golems and a swarm of metal birds that effortlessly annihilated the Imperials' siege weapons and artilleries, flame wyverns and infantry with unseen but terrifying magic; Flying ships that dropped hundreds of strangely armored soldiers from the sky. Even the famed battle mages of the Imperial Army were no match for this otherworld army.
And that was not even mentioning the Gods-forsaken monstrosities that were hovering above the city. His mind almost broke when trying to process what he was looking at. Twenty-one massive flying ships broke the cloud cover and slowly descended from the sky as they were protected by a swarm of those metal birds. It was at that moment that the Count knew the battle was already over for the Saderans.
"Forget flying ships! They may as well have been flying fortresses. What kind of civilization could even build such monstrosities in the first place?" He almost exclaimed his thought out loud.
Thousands upon thousands of Saderans and nonhuman mercenaries returned to the Imperial Campsite with wounds so grievous that many of them succumbed to death the moment they hit the ground. Some of them even went insane and killed themselves. Although Karvett had lost over one hundred men under his command to the city defenders, most of them were fortunate enough to survive and not experience the horrors since they stayed far behind the Imperial lines. When the Imperial forces lost tens of thousands of men in less than two hours of combat, they began retreating back to the campsite despite being insulted by Imperial commanders.
Right now, the Field Marshal and his surviving commanders were arguing over whether or not they should retreat. Despite everything he has seen so far, the accursed Imperial Field Marshal refused to order a full retreat and was determined to continue the campaign. He even insulted the commanders and Formal's men, simply for retreating.
Walking out of the tent, he addressed his Second in Command, Jasquez Grengard and gave his orders. "Jasquez, I need you to lead all of our men and retreat back to the Gate. The army of this nation is far too powerful and advanced for even the empire. I am not letting another of my men perish in foreign lands just because that accursed Field Marshal refuses to see the truth."
"What about you, My Lord?" Jasquez asked. "You are not coming back with us?"
"I have to make sure that all of our forces are safely through the Gate." Count Formal said. "There are some who haven't returned yet. It is possible that they have been captured or worse."
"All the more reason why you must go with us, My Lord!" Jasquez insisted. "If you stay any longer, the enemy will treat you the same way they treat the Imperials."
"If I, the Lord of a city-state, abandon the Imperial commanders and go back empty-handed, the Empire will use that as an excuse to punish us," Karvett said. "You know damn well that they have spies everywhere and will use anything to give themselves an excuse to attack us."
Karvett then handed Jasquez a letter with his House's seal on it. "If I do not return, you must lead our men and strengthen the city's defenses. Give this to my daughters… and tell them… that I love them and… I am sorry for leaving them behind."
When the Saderan Expeditionary Army was pushed all the way back to their campsite, Count Formal knew that the battle was already lost and that the chances of seeing his beloved daughters were growing smaller by the second. However, he also knew that if he abandoned the Imperial Field Marshal and retreated on his own, the Empire would use that as an excuse to raze his city to the ground and enslave his people. Facing no other option, he chose to stay behind and if possible, try to negotiate peace with the leaders of this nation. If he managed to persuade this nation's leaders, they would focus their wrath upon the Saderan Empire instead of his precious city. Right now, that was the best option the Count had.
With a heavy heart, Jasquez took the Count's letter and acknowledged his orders. "As… as you wish, My Lord!"
Jasquez then went to the Ithalican's camp and ordered a full retreat for the defense force's survivors. Although most of them were reluctant at first, they carried their Lord's orders and started packing up their stuff. As Karvett watched his men preparing for the retreat, he heard arguments from the Imperial's command tent.
"Field Marshal, I implore you to reconsider your orders!" Galsen Julvius, the Mage Commander who led the battle mages of the Saderan Expeditionary Army, pleaded with Tiberiaz. "That Tarrasque is supposed to be our last resort. We may have it under control but it is too unstable to be sent to the battlefield. If we undo the binding spells now, it may go on a rampage and trample our own men."
"Don't you question me, Garsen!" Tiberiaz snarled at the mage. "We have already lost over sixty thousand men and all of our wyverns and war beasts to these barbarians. I would rather have that monster go on a rampage and slaughter the enemies than retreat like a coward and bring shame upon the Empire."
At first, Karvett didn't know what they were talking about since his mind was occupied with the thoughts of his city and daughters. Then, he remembered that the Saderans had captured several juvenile Tarrasques and trained them extensively for their war efforts. They have even prepared one of those monsters on the other side of the Gate in case they were losing the battle against the otherworld enemies. However, these creatures were extremely aggressive and unstable so it often cost the Empire a lot of men just to deploy them into battle.
"Have you gone mad, Tiberiaz?" Karvett almost shouted into the Field Marshal's face. "If you let that thing out, it will kill us all."
"Formal, if you weren't the Lord a city-state, I would have you executed for your cowardice and insolence already." Tiberiaz scoffed. "From now on, you will not speak until I allow you to. I have already sent my men to relay the order on the other side of the Gate. Now go back to your camp and lead your men! My patience with you is almost at its limit."
"Emroy damn you, Tiberiaz!" Karvett exclaimed angrily. "If you want to die that much, then go ahead. I am not following your orders anymore."
Karvett turned and walked out of the tent despite the Legate shouting insults behind his back. When exiting the tent, Tiberiaz noticed that the soldiers of the Formal Clan were retreating back into the Gate.
"What is the meaning of this, Formal?" He asked the Count who finally stopped a few meters from him. "Why are your men retreating without my orders?"
"They are MY men! Not yours, Tiberiaz!" Karvett said in defiance. "I will NOT lead my men into a slaughter. If you want to die that much, go ahead and do it yourself."
"You dare defy me, a Field Marshal of the Imperial Army?" Tiberiaz snarled at the Count and drew his sword at him. "Go back there and fight, you coward! If you order your men to return, I may reconsider your execution. If not, I will execute you and burn your entire city to the ground once my army gains victory over these barbarians."
At this point, the two have drawn the attention of almost everyone within the campsite, including some of the Ithalican soldiers. Count Formal continued to stare down at the stubborn Field Marshal while he threatened him with execution. When Karvett couldn't take it anymore, the Count shouted at the Legate despite having a sword at his chest. "VICTORY? Look around you, in what way do you call this winning? You lost over half of your army and it hasn't even been a full day of invasion yet. If you don't retreat now, you will all be slaughtered."
"RETREAT?" Tiberiaz bellowed. "The armies of the Divine Empire of Sadera NEVER retreat. I will lead…" He was cut off when several explosions occurred inside the Imperial Campsite. Despite the distance, most of the people within the vicinity, including the arguing pair were thrown to the ground due to the shockwave. When they staggered to get up, they realized one-third of the campsite was engulfed in massive flames and thousands of mangled bodies littered the area.
"They are here," Count Formal said to no one in particular.
As if on cue, the sound of the sky being shattered filled the air when a group of metal birds flew over their heads. The metal birds then returned and dropped more of those black objects from their bellies unto the Imperial survivors. Dozens of explosions rocked the entire mountainside where the campsite was, killing tens of thousands of unfortunate Imperials. By now, the Saderan Army has been reduced to less than half of the number they came here with.
After wiping out another two legions worth of Saderans, the metal birds flew away to make way for a massive fleet of flying ships. On the ground, hundreds of horseless metal carriages and self-moving artilleries sped towards the Imperial Campsite with dizzying speed from the city, the same city the Saderan had burned and run away from. As if that wasn't bad enough, they were also accompanied by dozens upon dozens of War Golems who were firing hundreds of homing explosive arrows into the Imperial ranks. The Saderans were being decimated everywhere he looked.
Count Formal was helped by some of his men who haven't retreated back into the Gate yet. Like most of the Falmarians there, he couldn't stop his trembling as he gazed upon the sight of the otherworld nation's army. Despite his fear and trembling, he noticed that almost everything built by the people of this world was focused around speed. The speed of those flying ships, metal birds, horseless carriages, and War Golems was absolutely phenomenal.
The Saderans who were the furthest from the destruction began retreating frantically into the darkness of the Gate. Rather than retreat, it was practically a stampede as they abandoned their armor and weapons to get away from the otherworld army as fast as possible. Those who were the closest weren't so lucky. They tried to take up arms to fight the otherworld army only to be decimated by their terrifying and invisible magic. It was a scene of complete carnage as the otherworld soldiers slaughtered thousands upon thousands of Saderans effortlessly without sustaining any losses themselves.
Ten of the enemy flying ships flew toward the Count and Imperial Legate and hovered a fair distance away. The Saderans who tried to attack the ships with arrows and spears were killed quickly. Their bodies were torn apart by invisible magic. For some reason, the otherworld army had spared Karvett, his men, Tiberiaz, and the Saderan commanders around them. Karvett also noticed that there were three different types of flying ships.
They soon found out the reason when the flying ships opened their sides and out came hundreds of otherworld soldiers. When Karvett had a closer look at them, he realized that they were covered from head to toe with some kind of black armor dotted with strange patterns and holding odd-looking black staffs in their hands. Every time the Saderans charged at them, they raised their staffs and thunderous cracks were heard. The Saderans' bodies were perforated with large holes in their heads and chests. It was apparent to everyone that they were already dead before their bodies even hit the ground.
Some of Karvett's men raised their swords as they prepared to fight to the death to defend their Lord. However, Karvett quickly stopped them. "Everyone, stand down! We cannot win against them. If they wanted us dead, we would be dead already. Drop your weapons and surrender!"
The one hundred men of Formal Clan hesitated at first. However, when more and more of the Imperials were getting slaughtered by the soldiers clad in odd armor and their metal beasts, flying ships and War Golems, they finally relented and promptly dropped their weapons on the ground to surrender. They were followed by dozens of Saderans who also dropped their weapons.
Formal's order ended up saving these men's lives as the Britannian Royal Marines and Army soldiers began subduing them, one by one. Most of them were knocked out by the soldiers' weapons. Count Formal's men were treated with less violence since they were simply tied up with ropes and grouped together. Whenever someone struggled against the Britannians too aggressively, they were granted a brutal subjugation. If the Saderans were too difficult to handle, the Britannians would simply finish them off with headshots to make an example for the horrified survivors.
When the Karvett looked over to Tiberiaz, he saw that the Field Marshal along with some of his most loyal Field Generals, Tribunars and Praefectors were hiding behind twelve mages who raised magical shields to protect themselves. When the otherworld soldiers fired their weapons upon the group, their shields flickered but held on. Karvett noticed that the otherworld soldiers or mages were indeed using some kind of magic to launch projectiles at an insane speed to kill their enemies. At first, it may have seemed that the Field Marshal and his cohorts would survive when they began slowly retreating back to the Gate. The thought of letting that accursed Field Marshal escape angered the Count greatly.
Just then, some kind of black rod landed in front of the group. They were so surprised that they stopped to inspect the object. Almost immediately, the rod exploded and a white flash covered the area where the Field Marshal, his cohorts, and the mages were in. Karvett and his men also had to shield their eyes from the flash.
After a few seconds, the flash dissipated and they opened their eyes. To their surprise, Tiberiaz and his cohorts were writhing on the ground in pain. Whatever had happened to them, Karvett was glad that he and his men were nowhere near them. When the otherworld soldiers apprehended his men and the surviving Saderans, the Imperial Field Marshal was slowly rising from his feet. After witnessing the carnage around him, Tiberiaz was enraged at his crushing defeat and drew his sword just when three horseless carriages reached to their position.
"I am Tiberiaz Korbenick," He bellowed at the otherworld soldiers approaching him. "Field Marshal of the Seventh Field Army of the Divine Empire of Sadera. You barbarians will…" He was interrupted when an otherworld soldier struck him in the face with his staff.
The strike was so strong that Karvett saw blood flying from Tiberiaz's nose. It was no doubt that the arrogant Field Marshal's nose had been broken. When Tiberiaz was on the ground again, three other soldiers began beating him to a bloody pulp. They also gave the same treatment to his cohorts. Further in the background, the otherworld soldiers apprehended the Saderans one by one and began herding them into a straight line. Although they didn't want to admit it, the people of Formal Clan enjoyed seeing those arrogant bastards get beaten like that.
When the soldiers stopped beating Tiberiaz, the Imperial Field Marshal was already unconscious. As they began dragging the Imperials away, the campsite was filled with horseless carriages, otherworld soldiers, and War Golems. Count Formal noticed that one of the War Golems seemed to be different from the rest as it had different color schemes and armor designs. It was also holding a giant lance which seemed to glow for unknown reasons. He surmised that one must be controlled by the commander of this powerful army since it was protected by dozens of War Golems and hundreds of otherworld soldiers wielding black staffs.
Either way, it didn't matter now that they had suffered a crushing defeat against such a powerful army. Many of the Saderans feared for their fates and their precious empire. They have seen what this nation's army was capable of. The fact that they have declared war on such a powerful nation without a second thought terrified them to no end. They had no doubt that their Empire would feel the wrath of this nation soon enough. As for Count Formal and his men, his and his men's lives were already in these people's hands. He could only pray to the Gods that they would at least spare them or his city from their wrath once they crossed into the other side of the Gate.
Saderan Imperial Campsite – Part 2
Princess Cornelia li Britannia was very disappointed and angry right now. When she received news that Los Angeles was under attack by an unknown army, she had almost hoped that it was the Koslovians who survived the Interplanetary War many years ago. Fighting pirates and terrorists might have given her some experience and entertainment but only the Koslovians were deemed worthy enough of a challenge to Britannia's Goddess of Victory.
Naturally, she was very disappointed when it wasn't them. However, she was angry when she learned that it was a medieval army accompanied by a multitude of mythical species. Right now, they were looking at races that could exist only in fantasy literature and media, races that were real and more shockingly, came from another planet. Her rage increased ten-fold when she learned what these primitives had done to her countrymen in the same city where her beloved brother and sisters were at.
Although they protested at first, none of the officers from Imperial Strategic Command dared stop her given her power and position. After all, who dared oppose a decorated Imperial Rear Admiral who has led dozens of successful campaigns throughout her career?
When her Task Force arrived, it wasn't even a challenge as the fleet's contingent of fighter drones wiped out most of them with their rotary cannons, bombs, and missiles. She almost had to laugh at the enemies' sheer stupidity when she saw them charge straight into the Britannians' barrage of missiles, rockets, and heavy machine guns.
The only real challenge was when she received reports of the enemy having some kind of energy shield. Numerous reports accompanied by visual recordings quickly confirmed their validity. Thankfully, Lieutenant Colonel Robert Christensen from the 57th Mechanized Infantry Battalion had managed to figure out that the EMP grenades seemed to work on the enemy individuals capable of producing those shields using unknown means. It was even better when they managed to capture some of these individuals.
When the drones noticed the same phenomenon here, she quickly ordered the ground forces to use the same tactic and it worked perfectly. With that, they have managed to capture individuals who were presumed to be enemy generals and commanders.
At the moment, the fuchsia-haired Imperial Princess and her Glaston Knights were overseeing the transportation of the prisoners, along with the Army Rangers and Royal Marines. They successfully raided the enemy's main base, captured the Gate structure, and annihilated most of the enemies. However, the battle wasn't over yet as several companies of Army Rangers and Royal Marines were still working tirelessly to hunt down enemy survivors within the city with Cornelia's Task Force watching over them from the sky and providing assistance whenever possible.
Staring at the screen inside her modified Gloucester made her bored quickly so she opened a line to her flagship. "Liliana!"
"Yes, Your Highness!" A woman named Liliana Vergamon answered. She was the Princess's collaborator within Britannian Secret Intelligence Agency. At the moment, she was tasked by Cornelia to oversee the process of analyzing and translating the invaders' language. After reviewing the drone footage of the invaders' conversations inside their camp, it was no surprise that these people spoke an unknown language. When she had the AIs from the BSIA analyze their language, it was revealed that this language was actually a mixture of different European languages, albeit very old ones at that. As a result, it would take them a while to completely analyze it and understand what they were saying.
"Have your friends in the BSIA finished analyzing their language?" Cornelia asked.
"We're still working on it, Your Highness!" Liliana said. "According to our AIs and linguistic experts, their language is quite old compared to ours. We need more frames of reference to analyze so it will take us some time. I have already made arrangements with Imperial Strategic Command to transfer their high-ranking officers from military prisons to our facilities. Unless there are any complications, we should finish translating their language by tonight."
"Very good, once you are done, send the translation to High Command so we can start interrogating the prisoners. The longer this language barrier is there, the more trouble we have." Cornelia said into her comm system as she watched the events outside using her Knightmare's Factsphere Sensor.
After she disconnected with Liliana, another person was calling for her. It was Gilbert G.P. Guilford, her confidant and personal knight. He was also the current leader of the Glaston Knights.
"Your Highness, we detected a massive heat signature within the structure where the invaders came from," Gilbert said after Cornelia accepted the call.
"Show me!" She said.
Gilbert sent the images from a drone monitoring the giant structure that was the cause of all of this. With advanced thermal sensors of the drone, a massive heat signature was detected moving around within the gaping maw of the Gate.
After the Gate was captured, the Army and Air Force set up a perimeter around the massive structure. They have set up numerous defensive positions with hundreds of Abrams JLTVs, Vanguard MBTs, Panther AMVs, and Tiger IFVs, flanked by even more Sutherland-model and Gloucester-model Knightmare Frames. In the sky, dozens of fighters, gunships, and dropships were also flying about to protect and lock down the airspace above Los Angeles. All of their weapons were trained at the darkness within the Gate, daring anyone foolish enough to cross over and challenge the Britannian Military.
Suddenly, an animalistic roar emanating from the Gate startled everyone on site. The roar was even heard from Cornelia's position despite being over two miles away. The ground began to shake as if something was walking from the other side. Thousands of Britannian soldiers held their weapons tightly as they braced themselves for whatever was coming through.
After a few seconds of waiting, a single troll was running toward the perimeter but something was wrong. It had deep gashes over its body and was missing an arm, and appeared to be running from something. When Cornelia finally had a closer look at the otherworld creature, she noticed that it was around three meters tall, had little to no fur on its body, and was quite fat, different from the muscular ogres they have killed.
All of a sudden, a giant head reached out from the darkness and clamped its massive jaws around the troll's upper body. The bite was so strong that it effectively tore the poor humanoid creature in half. It was only then that the Britannians finally had a closer look at the monstrosity. It was a gigantic abomination that dwarfed every creature from the Gate the Britannians have encountered so far.
The monster was over 15 meters tall, around 50 meters in length, had four long horns extending from its forehead and six limbs, a thick red carapace, and numerous spikes covering its massive body. It had four reptilian eyes, a wide maw filled with sharp teeth, and a mighty tail that was also covered with spikes. Each of its limbs sported four fingers which ended with sharp black claws. Strangely enough, its carapace and skin also had many scars which indicated battles against potential enemies.
"Please tell me that I am not the only one seeing this!" One of the Britannian soldiers said through the radio.
"Look at the size of that thing!" Another soldier exclaimed.
"Calm down, boys! Hold your fire until the order is given!"
When the abomination finished eating the troll, its four eyes turned toward the Britannians who were watching the scene in shock. It then let out another thunderous roar, seeming to intimidate them. Pieces of flesh and blood were still stuck on some of its teeth. That roar also broke everyone out of their stupor and began aiming their weapons at the giant monster.
Cornelia gave her order to all Britannian forces within the area. "All units, concentrate fire on that thing! Pull back from the barricade! Don't let it trample you!"
After the order was given, every gun, rocket launcher and mass-accelerated rifle within the area let loose. Thousands of hypersonic bullets, armor-piercing rounds, and missiles immediately slammed into the abomination within less than a second of their firing. The explosions caused by the missiles engulfed the monster and the Gate in a cloud of thick black smoke. The armored vehicles closest to the perimeter began to pull back, not wanting to get trampled by the abomination.
Several seconds passed and there was no movement from the thick cloud of smoke. Everyone thought that they had killed it but a roar dismissed them. However, it was a roar of rage and agony, not the same roar of intimidation as the last one. The monster stepped out of the smoke and fully revealed itself to the Britannian soldiers. Its carapace and limbs were filled with many holes from which blood began pouring out. One of its front limbs was heavily damaged due to the tanks' explosive rounds. Despite its severe injuries, the monster was still standing and it was certainly pissed off.
When it began to charge at the Britannian line, the tanks, armored vehicles and Knightmares began firing again while still backing away from the line. Hundreds of hypersonic rounds penetrated the monster's thick carapace and skin, perforating the creature with even more holes. The damaged limb was completely torn from its socket, causing the gigantic creature to stagger. However, it didn't let up as it continued to charge at them and broke through the barricade.
"This fucker just won't die!" One of the Britannian soldiers screamed through the battle-net.
"Back up! Back up! Back up! Back up!" Another soldier shouted.
One of the M79 Vanguard tanks couldn't get out of the creature's strike in time when it slammed its intact limb onto the tank. The tank was mostly intact thanks to its thick armor plating but its 130mm cannon was bent downward and its two secondary machine guns were also destroyed.
"Shit! It got us!" the commander inside the damaged tank screamed. "Someone kill this fucking thing already!"
The giant monster struggled to pick up the nearly seventy-ton tank while it was being peppered with intense firepower from the rest of the Britannian defenders. Even though another of its limb was torn by several Knightmares' mass accelerated rounds, it managed to throw the damaged tank into another unfortunate tank before it finally collapsed on the ground. The throw heavily damaged both tanks as their systems and weapons were destroyed.
The monster was still alive despite the amount of injuries it has sustained from the Britannians' firepower. Its massive body was filled with gaping holes but it still tried to crawl forward with its intact limbs. Most of the damage was done by the Knightmares' mass accelerated rounds, missiles, and high explosive rounds.
Suddenly, two projectiles struck the monster's back from above, causing it to screech in pain. Before the creature could turn to see what had struck it, its body exploded into a million pieces. The explosion engulfed the whole area in thick smoke and a cloud of viscera and debris. After almost a full minute, the smoke began to clear, revealing a disfigured corpse of the once mighty creature from another world. Blood, bone fragments, and viscera covered the armored vehicles and Knightmares. Several Abrams JLTVs were crushed when large chunks of the monster's flesh landed onto them. Fortunately, the crew inside only sustained minor injuries. The monster was essentially cut in half due to the sheer destructive force of the ship-based cannon.
Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when the abomination finally ceased moving altogether. Looking up, they realized that the shot came from the HMS Remember My Name, one of the Iowa-class Light Cruisers as the two barrels of its T-250 Helix naval autocannon (200mm Railgun Artillery) were smoldering. The sky above Mount Lee was being protected by two Light Cruisers and two Destroyers from the Princess's Task Force.
Apparently, Princess Cornelia had called for an artillery strike from the Light Cruiser to make sure that the monster stayed dead. Permanently. Although the ground forces were doing damage to the creature, it was clear to everyone that they lacked the decisive firepower to finish it off for good.
"Rescue the survivors from the damaged tanks and secure the area!" Cornelia gave her order to the units within the area. She also breathed a sigh of relief when she managed to call in an artillery strike from the cruiser. Had she delayed it any further, it would have cost even more Britannian lives.
Los Angeles Outer Districts
While the Britannian ground and aerial forces secured Mount Lee and transported thousands of Saderan prisoners, thousands of Britannian Royal Marines and Army Rangers were sweeping through the afflicted areas to hunt down enemy survivors who survived the fighter drones' carpet bombing. Across the city, the sound of gunfights and explosions never truly ceased for the last two hours ever since the Britannians pushed back the invaders. Seeing that most of the enemies refused to surrender or often took civilians hostages, the Britannian forces had little trouble putting them down mercilessly.
"Five mikes, Lieutenant!" the pilot of the UH-130 Red Hawk VTOL informed Second Lieutenant Zachary McKenzie who was leading his platoon of Army Rangers to the designated target.
The Lieutenant nodded and spoke into his radio to relay the message to the rest of his platoon. "Five minutes! The Royal Marines have done a number on them but there are still remnants of these fuckers all over the city. So remember our mission, ladies! Clear the building of any medieval assholes and rescue the civilians inside. If they surrender, we will knock them out and wait for the boys on the ground to pick their sorry asses up. Is that clear, Rangers?"
"Sir, Yes Sir!" The platoon replied in unison.
His platoon was just one of the dozens tasked with the mission of clearing any building with potential hostiles. At the moment, his platoon was heading toward their target in four UH-130 Red Hawk utility VTOLs. Around the platoon's VTOLs, two AV-55 Super Hornet gunships were flying for escort mission. Their weapons were primed and ready to fire upon any hostiles foolish enough to stick their heads out. Whenever a group of hostiles was spotted, the VTOLs' nose-mounted 25mm triple-barreled rotary cannons spun and tore them to shreds. Many buildings were still burning due to the flame wyverns' attacks whereas the holographic advertisements and displays flickered every now and then.
"Sergeant Major," the Lieutenant called out to Tobias who was in another VTOL through the radio. "I know it has been a while since you returned but don't make me regret putting you in my platoon, is that clear?"
"Yes Sir," Tobias replied without hesitation.
When one of the Ranger companies arrived at Rose Wick Stadium to secure the area until proper reinforcements arrived, Tobias asked the Lieutenant to allow him to go with them. Tobias had seen firsthand what the invaders had done to his countrymen so it was only natural that he wanted to avenge the fallen. At first, Zachary was reluctant since Tobias had been discharged for quite some time. Eventually, he was persuaded and agreed to let him accompany them to their base camp.
Zachary didn't know why High Command didn't even hesitate to allow Tobias to join in the hunt for enemy remnants in Los Angeles. Perhaps it was because they were short on capable and experienced officers. Perhaps they wanted to make good propaganda for the public. Either way, Zachary was grateful that he had an actual veteran in his platoon which was filled with rookies fresh out of Ranger Camp. Thanks to his service history, Tobias's reenlistment was accepted and he was temporarily put in Zachary's platoon.
"Hey Sergeant," One of the Rangers called out to Tobias. He turned around to see who called him. The soldier's name displayed his name to be "Private First Class Theo Larson". He was armed with an M-40D Battle Rifle outfitted with holographic scope for marksman. Judging from his facial features and voice, Tobias deduced that Theo was quite young, no more than 22 years old. "They said you served in the Koslovia War. Is that true, Sir?"
"Yeah, did two tours in that war. What about it?" Tobias shrugged his shoulder as he checked his weapons and equipment one last time.
"How was it, Sir?" Private Theo asked.
"What do you mean 'How was it'? Didn't they teach you about the war at school?" Tobias said, perplexed as to why the young Private would ask him that.
"No, I mean… how was that war actually? Everyone kept saying that it was much worse than the Second World War but the casualties number was nowhere near that. Everyone I asked said they didn't want to talk about it. So, I was just wondering whether it was really that bad."
The Ranger on the Private's left smacked him in the head. His name tag read 'Corporal Reuben Walker'. "You idiot! What did I tell you about asking the old-timers about that war? There's a reason why they don't talk about it. Don't you know the rules?" He then turned to Tobias. "Sorry about the kid, Sergeant! He's just too curious for his own good."
By now, it has been almost like a tradition to refrain from asking the veterans about the Koslovia War, especially those who served in the Special Forces groups. Unless they chose to open up about the topic themselves, such action was generally frowned upon. Nevertheless, the remaining Rangers were either annoyed by Theo's tactlessness or curious about Tobias's services in the War. One of them even looked at Tobias as if he was waiting for Tobias to tell his stories.
Strangely enough, Tobias didn't feel annoyed by the question. Instead, he felt the urge to share his experiences with these youngsters as he recalled some of the most difficult memories during that war. However, they were on a mission so he tried to summarize it as best as he could. If they wanted to know more, they would have to work for it. At least, that was what he thought.
"They weren't wrong, you know," Tobias said, surprising everyone in the VTOL's troop cabin. Even the two door gunners had their attention on him by now.
"What do you mean, Sir?" Corporal Walker asked.
"The Second World War was fought across half the planet, right?" Tobias continued. "Now imagine putting that on multiple planets within the solar system. Nuclear weapons, chemical weapons, and mass accelerated cannons were used in almost every engagement. Entire colonies were decimated, hundreds of thousands of people perished in mere moments, suicide attacks from the enemies, etcetera. It was… worse than Hell!"
His last remark cast a heavy air within the aircraft. Most of the Rangers and Royal Marines deployed in the Battle of Los Angeles have rarely seen combat since they were stationed in Britannian Mainland, the most protected continent on Earth. For Tobias and those like him, simple words couldn't describe what that terrible war was truly like to others. It has been reported that most soldiers serving in that war suffered shell shock in one way or another. Although Tobias was more fortunate than them, he wasn't completely immune to it.
"Sir, we're here!" the pilot said, interrupting Tobias from his reminiscence.
"Go! Go! Go!" Lieutenant Zachary said through the radio.
Dozens of Army Rangers exited their aircraft and dropped down to the streets below. The Rangers were deployed half a kilometer from the school to avoid alerting the enemies. When all of the boots touched the ground, the aircraft took off and returned to their Forward Operating Base in Hawthorne Airport while the Super Hornet gunships circled the area to provide close air support when needed.
As the Rangers cautiously moved through the empty streets littered with crashed vehicles, their weapons went from one spot to another, looking for potential hostiles. The closer they got to the school, the more corpses were on the streets. Some of the Rangers felt rage boiling inside them as they saw what the enemies did to their countrymen. Despite the amount of corpses, they still held onto the hope that they weren't too late for the people inside the school.
Specialist Diana Wilson, the medic from Tobias's squad readied her med-kit as she inspected one of the bodies, hoping that the person was still alive. She recoiled in horror as she saw its conditions. It was a young teenage girl who looked no older than sixteen. When the other squad members ran up to offer her assistance, she put up her hand to stop them. Her eyes were locked in a state of horror, her throat was slit and she was left bleeding to dead. The blood trail suggested that she tried to get away but succumbed to her injuries.
Diana closed the poor child's eyes while the squad clenched their fists in pure rage. "She was… just a kid." She said, her voice was filled with sadness and anger.
Private Theo couldn't hold it in anymore after seeing so many gruesome deaths. The girl was the last straw for him as he threw up the contents of his stomach. The rest of the squad focused on securing the perimeter and focused their aim on the target building which was around two hundred meters away from their position.
Tobias slammed his gloved fist into a nearby car. The squad was surprised but they remained vigilant. The latest combat exoskeleton suits they were wearing greatly enhanced the Britannian soldiers' strength so the car's window was completely shattered.
"Let's kill these fuckers already!" He said to no one in particular but the squad silently agreed with him.
After reaching the school's premises, they rendezvoused with the rest of their platoon and stayed hidden in their respective covers. Just when Lieutenant Zachary was about to order his Sergeant to deploy their drones, a loud scream ripped through the air and brought them into a combat-ready stance.
Tobias's squad was hiding behind an abandoned delivery truck so he took a peek to see the situation for himself. What he saw disgusted and enraged him and the other squad leaders to their core. Around fifty enemy combatants were rounding up a group of roughly one hundred survivors. The survivors consisted of mostly women and children and they huddled together in a large group. Their clothes were torn in various places and they were obviously traumatized. Just next to the school gate, all of the men were seen piled up into a small mound. A large flag of the invaders' nation was stuck onto the small mountain of corpses. Some of the men and police officers were hung up execution style. A few others were crucified but instead of being nailed, their hands and legs were tied while deep lacerations covered their chests and torsos. The worst part was that despite such terrible wounds, they were still alive since they were clearly still breathing. It was apparent that the enemies intentionally caused as much harm and pain to them as possible. One of the enemy commanders looked at the young women and girls with a malicious grin on his face. Some of the enemies even laughed at the sight of the dying men and traumatized women, further enraging the Rangers. With the situation at hand, the Rangers knew exactly what was going to happen and they had no intention of letting the enemies do what they wanted.
"Lieutenant, we have to move in. NOW!" Tobias almost screamed into his radio but managed to control his voice.
"Don't worry, Sergeant!" Lieutenant Zachary said. "All Rangers, activate your pulse scanners. We're going to slaughter these fuckers. Every single one of them!"
Hearing this, some of the Rangers couldn't help but let out a smile of satisfaction as they activated their helmet-equipped pulse scanners and moved into firing positions less than one hundred meters away from the school ground. Within seconds, forty-two Rangers of Second Lieutenant Zachary's platoon have moved into positions and set up their weapons.
Thanks to the built-in pulse scanners of their helmets, the Rangers were able to discern the enemies from the crowd of civilians inside the school. The armed hostiles who had a distinctive red light shaped around their bodies lit up on the Rangers' visors. Medieval weapons or not, they still showed up on the filters all the same. Meanwhile, the civilians had a green light around their bodies. The Rangers then activated their IR lasers to ensure that every shot found its mark.
"Check your targets and be careful not to hit any civilians!" Lieutenant Zachary said on his radio. "Sergeant Major, you and your squad move in and capture anyone who surrenders! We will make sure none of these bastards leave this place alive."
"Yes Sir," Tobias replied.
"All Rangers, fire on my mark!" The Lieutenant said as the Rangers' fingers hovered over the triggers. "Three, two, one! Light them up!"
As soon as the order left the Lieutenant's mouth, all hell broke loose as battle rifles and machine guns opened up on the enemies. Fortunately for the civilians, they were all sat on the ground by the enemies before the Rangers opened up on the Saderans. Though they were traumatized by the enemies' mangled bodies, the civilians knew to keep their heads down and stop the children from running blindly, lest they get caught in the crossfire.
The hail of gunfire tore dozens of enemies apart, making their lifeless bodies collapse on the ground. Some of them tried to run away from the school but they were quickly gunned down by the Britannian Rangers. Two dozen Voralden and Leonid mercenaries ran out to see what happened also got shredded by two XM-300 Light Machine Guns in quick succession. Several of them even had their brains and limbs blown into smithereens. Within less than ten seconds of engagement, all of the enemies were either dead or dying.
For the Saderan Praefector inside the building, it was a complete nightmare. All of his men and the surviving mercenaries were slaughtered and they never even had the chance to meet the enemy in battle. As soon as those strange thunderclaps reverberated through the air, one by one, his cohorts were brutally cut down by some kind of terrifying magic that he had never seen before. All of them were dead, blood pouring from multiple gaping holes in their bodies. Some even had lost their entire heads and limbs. They were slaughtered without even seeing their enemies. They had been denied the glory of combat by these cowardly barbarians.
When he looked up, four dozen figures clad in dark blue armor and clothing were moving toward him with strange staffs in their hands. Most of them were taking the "slaves" he had acquired away from the carnage and tended to their dying countrymen while several of them simply stared him down. Their black staffs were still pointed at him. The smoke was still smoldering from the end of those staffs. Although their faces were covered in demonic-looking masks, he could almost feel their rage, anger and disgust through the masks as their gazes never left him.
In the background, the otherworld soldiers pointed their staffs at some of the dying mercenaries and warriors on the ground. Before he could wonder what they were doing, the staffs spat fire into the wounded men's and Beast-men's heads, killing them with invisible but terrifying magic.
"You cowardly bar…" He was cut off when one of them struck him in the face with the butt of his staff. The strike staggered him and broke his nose but the Praefector managed to stay conscious.
"Get the civilians inside and call in the medevac," Lieutenant Zachary McKenzie said to his subordinates. "Sergeant Major, we will sweep through the building to see if there's any survivor. As for him…" the Lieutenant gestured to the wounded enemy commander on the ground. "You can do whatever you want, but don't kill him! Death is a mercy that fucker doesn't deserve. We will let the Agency guys have some 'fun' with him."
"Yes Sir!" Tobias said. The Rangers were divided into three groups. One group of two squads swept the building for potential hostiles and civilians; one squad stayed behind to protect the civilians and secure the perimeter until the medevac arrived; and lastly, Tobias's squad stayed behind to "entertain" their prisoner.
Tobias looked back at the enemy commander who was still bleeding from his broken nose. Just then, he drew a short sword and charged at Tobias. However, the Saderan was practically moving at a snail's pace for a well-trained and battle-hardened Army Ranger. Tobias sidestepped the blade and caught the Praefector's wrist. Using the strength enhanced by his exo-suit, Tobias squeezed hard and the Saderan's wrist was shattered. His strength was enough to bend even the Saderan's gauntlet.
The Praefector screamed in pain and let go of his blade. He tried to grab a gladius on his waist with his free hand but Tobias quickly grabbed that hand and twisted it behind the Praefector. With a twist of his body, Tobias broke the Praefector's arm so badly that his bone stuck out of his skin. The sound of bone breaking was loud enough to cause anyone who heard it to cringe. However, the rest of Tobias's squad didn't flinch as they watched their recently appointed squad leader give the savage invader what he deserved.
Now with a wrist shattered and a broken arm, the Praefector collapsed on the ground while screaming bloody murder. However, Tobias wasn't done with him yet. He grabbed the Praefector by the throat and pulled him up, forcing the man to look him in the eyes. Tobias opened his visor to stare daggers into the Praefector's soul. He then delivered punch after punch into the Saderan's face.
"Damn! I never know that the Sergeant Major can be this brutal!" Private First Class Theo Larson remarked.
"Can't blame him though," Corporal Reuben Walker said as he watched the scene unfold. "I am tempted to do the same to that fucker after what they have done to our countrymen."
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Tobias screamed into the Saderan's face after six punches. At this point, half of the Saderan's face was smashed and blood was pouring from both his mouth and nose. Only veterans understood that it was actually much harder for an exo-suit clad soldier like Tobias to restrain and not accidentally kill the enemy commander with his augmented strength. "Killing innocent women and children who can't even fight back? Torturing helpless and wounded people for your own amusement? You may not understand me, you fucking piece of shit, but we will make sure you suffer a life worse than death."
Although barely conscious, the Praefector still managed to spit blood into Tobias's face. He missed and ended up hitting Tobias's shoulder instead.
"Kill me if you want, you barbarian!" The Saderan snarled with the last bit of his strength. "The Tarrasque… under our command… will slaughter you all. And we have more of them… on the other side. Your puny country is nothing… against our empire. We are…" He was interrupted when Tobias finally had enough of his shit and knocked him out with one last punch.
"What do you think he said, Sergeant?" Reuben said.
"I don't give a fuck," Tobias said as he stood up from the unconscious enemy commander. "How long until the medevac gets here? And where's Diana?"
"Four minutes, Sir!" Reuben said. "She is helping the other medics keep those people alive. They are really in bad shape." He gestured at the platoon's medics and several Rangers helping the wounded men. They had to be very careful as the crucified men were essentially dying. The medics had to exhaust all of their medical foam just to keep those men alive. Every now and then, they heard the sound of gunshots reverberating within the school premises.
"WE'VE GOT LIVE ONES!" Someone shouted from behind them. When Tobias and his squad turned around, they saw four Rangers from the Lieutenant's squad carry two small persons out from deep inside the school building.
At first, they thought it was more victims until they saw the rabbit ears and fur on the two individuals' heads and bodies. Judging from their appearance, they were two young women who had brown and black hair and fur on their bodies. They also had rabbit ears and tails. Using a normal human as reference, their faces indicated that they were no older than sixteen. They wore little to no clothing as their garments covered only their vital or sensitive parts. Their garments looked more like rags and animal skins stitched together. They also had rusted collars on their necks and legs. They looked at the Rangers who were staring at them in shock. All of these signs indicated that they were with the invaders.
"What the fuck? Are those ears real?" Corporal Reuben exclaimed as he and the other Rangers scrutinized the two alien women.
"Yeah, they're real alright!" One of the Rangers who was holding the brown bunny girl said. His name tag read "Corporal Joseph Burton". "We found these two hiding in a classroom along with some of the children. When we found them, they attacked us with their knives so we shocked them with Tasers and disarmed them. Don't underestimate them! Their legs are quite strong, capable of jumping over three meters in the air."
After the Rangers let them go, the two rabbit girls knelt down and spoke in an unknown language, their voice was filled with dread and horror. Judging from the circumstances, the Rangers were certain that they were begging for their lives. The Rangers surrounding them were dumbfounded since they never expected to find women, let alone children, amongst the invaders.
"What do we do with them, Sergeant Major?" Corporal Joseph asked.
Tobias knelt down and looked at the two rabbit women or girls in the eyes, causing them to flinch and hug each other. Their eyes were filled with terror as their fates now lay in the Britannians' hands. Tobias looked for several seconds to ensure that these two wouldn't try anything against him and his men. After seeing no sudden or suspicious movements from the pair, he rose up and spoke to the Rangers who captured them.
"We can't speak their language so there's nothing we can do right now," Tobias said. "Cuff their hands and put them on a Red Hawk! Keep your eyes on them! We will interrogate them once we crack their language. Tell High Command we've captured child soldiers amongst the enemies."
"Yes Sir," Joseph and the other Rangers said. They then handcuffed the two Rabbit women and led them outside.
"How did you know they are child soldiers, Sir?" Theo asked.
"I have seen enough to know one," With that answer, no one dared ask Tobias any more questions.
After a few minutes, several D-47TC Pegasus dropships arrived to evacuate the wounded and traumatized civilians. The Rangers also finished sweeping the building and began to retreat in their own VTOLs. As the aircraft carrying the Rangers lift off, they stared at the destruction around the city below in silence, contemplating the events that have happened so far.
Unbeknownst to Tobias and his men at the time, this was not an isolated incident as the other Ranger and Marine companies have also captured quite a number of individuals who looked like child soldiers and eliminated thousands of enemy remnants. Until they found out more about the enemies, the Britannians had to focus on hunting every single one of the enemy survivors, whether they were combatants or not. The Battle of Los Angeles lasted until late August 25, 2135, when the Royal Marines and Army Rangers finished clearing the city of hostiles.