-Operation Vanguard-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Captain John Mitchell, Basilisk, Gate-Reconnaissance Group-6 (Gate Recon-6)
En route to Itallica
Half way through the journey. The Bradley drove full speed as the JLTVs and the M1 tailed it closely. The drive over all shouldn't be to long because it's only about 20km to the Trading City, but without GPS or any other navigational system but their Drone up ahead, it wasn't easy to find that damned City. They had no maps or anything what so ever and Colt wasn't a great help either.
"VC, you have any idea how long we still have?", yelled Mitchell over the wining on the engine.
The VC poked his head into the back, "No idea. I have this drone footage but these guys aren't flying anywhere high enough to get a good situational awareness". Mitchell nodded in acknowledgment and looked to his Squad automatic gunner, he was trembling for some reason.
"Elmar! Everything okay with you?", He asked concerned. Elmar looked up to him and nodded.
"Y... Yes sir. Of course". Mitchell looked directly through his facade and quirked an eyebrow. "Elmar...?".
Elmar weighed his options, "Fine, I just think, during the whole way here it was to-". Mitchell pressed his gloved hand against Elmar's mouth, preventing him from speaking.
"Don't say these things out loud for gods sake!", Mitchell said with a stern voice. Then to his dismay, his radio cane to life.
"Captain, we have multiple unknown Victors approaching from our 12". Mitchell gave Elmar a a look that screamed "You Idiot".
"What do they look like?". The VC looked through his sight and was taken aback. "Uh... we have a little situation here. A column of horse towed carriages and i between their ranks are two Humvees and one LAV with a .50 cal on top".
Mitchell looked bewildered. "Hmm... your call VC, if they start to fire you know what to do".
The VC didn't reply. Instead Basilisk heard how the Turret turned. "Harris, move up front, show these idiots who's the boss around here".
"Wilco!", answered Harris.
"Driver, you heard the man. Move us up front. Loader, give me an HE. Gunner eyes on this sight". Harris went into overdrive while giving orders. He opened his hatch and racked the M2 on top. Lucas drove past the three JLTVs and stopped next to the Bradley who had its sights set on the APC. The unknown vehicles hadn't noticed them yet.
"Captain, should we engage?", asked Harris. Andreas just shoved an HE shell into the breach and disengaged the safety.
"Negative! Do not engage! If needed proceed with First contact protocol, otherwise stay out of their way and let them pass. Just hope they ain't stupid enough to engage a M1 with Humvees".
"Roger, intimidation then", said Harris and waited on the answer from Mitchell.
"Bingo". Mitchell switched channels in order to contact McKinsey. "HQ this is Gate-Recon-6. How copy".
A dramatic pause followed Mitchell's call. "Solid Copy Gate-Recon-6, send traffic".
"Do you see what we're seeing?", he asked. Again, a pause. "Afirm. UAV has visual on Unknown Victors. Are they hostile?".
"Uh, either they haven't noticed us yet or they're ignoring us. No Hostile actions detected yet".
"Copy, then you're prohibited from engaging. Proceed with 1st contact protocol. HQ out".
"Copy HQ. Out". Mitchell switched to the other channel again. "Alright ladies. HQ made it clear, we are prohibited from engaging".
Answers of acknowledgment came over the radio as the Column of medieval carriages and modern vehicles approached the Osean/Erusian Convoy. When they reached the first vehicle, a green LAV with an M2 mounted on top, stopped abruptly.
A Hatch opened in its roof and a Soldier in green camouflage poked his head out.
"Americans?", the man shouted. Harris, who was on the .50 cal of his Abrams had a bewildered look on his face.
"What the fuck is an American?", He shouted back.
"All Gate-Recon-6, kill your engines. Basilisk, disembark", ordered Mitchell over the Radio. One after another the vehicles of the convoy killed their engines. The other guys on the other side of the road did the same. The hatch behind on the Bradley opened and Basilisk went out. Mitchell took the lead and stood in between the Abrams and the Bradley.
"Harris, if shit hit's the fan, blow these fuckers back into the stone age". Harris racked the charging handle of his Machine gun, indicating he was ready to send some led down range.
"State your name and intentions!". Yelled Mitchell. No response. The Situation was tense, two military units with the same tech stood opposite of each other. All it took was one finger to slip and a War would break out.
Suddenly the door on the LAV opened. Basilisk immediately aimed their rifles at the offending armored car door. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!", a voice yelled in common.
Mitchell knew now that these guys spoke the same language as them so he tried again, "State your name and intentions!".
"2nd Lieutenant Kiyoshi Watanabe from the Japanese Ground Self defense force. Now you". The man stepped away from the door and made himself visible. He wore a 60s era green Flak vest and a Kevlar Helmet. From a sling hung a rifle Mitchell has never seen before.
"Your intentions and Unit name", Mitchell said in his official tone. The soldier sighed and gave in after giving the mighty 120mm Smoothbor cannon aimed at his LAV a good look.
"Fourth Recon Team, we're evacuating these civilians to another village in that way", the second Lieutenant pointed towards the Erusian/Osean FOB.
"In like 5km there's an Intersection. Take the left exit, you'll see the village shortly after". Mitchell didn't want these guys to know where their Base was located so he helped them find that village. The Soldier nodded and walked back to his vehicle. Meanwhile Mitchell keyed his Push-to-talk, "Harris, let them pass".
"Rog", came the reply from the tanker. Soon the M1's engine growled to life again and the 70 ton warmachine moved to the side of the road. The whole column of Vehicles and carriages rolled by. The Natives staring at the Abrams in awe.
While walking back to the Bradley Mitchell said over open radio, "I have this feeling that this isn't the last time we will encounter these clowns".
"Oh you can bet on that", answered Harris.
Later:
The rest of the ride was rather uneventful and plain boring. So to accommodate for that Mitchell tried small talk. He keyed his radio, "Agent, you speak their language right?". A little pause before Hudson replied. "Yeah. Why?", Hudson asked in a rather curious tone.
"Might translating for me?", asked Mitchell. "Sure, what do you want to know?".
"Ask him how it is in Itallica". The radio was silent for a couple of minutes while Colt told Hudson some things about his City.
"He said quote on quote, It's a beautiful City with many species that live there. The whole city lives in harmony and everyone gets along with each other. It is surrounded by high walls nearly indestructible. The royal Palace is a whole new story. The beautiful flowerbeds and countless fountains make the Palace seem like heaven".
"Does his city also have burn pits?", chimed in the VC of the Bradley. All Oseans and Erusians looked bewildered. "Yes, they have. He asks, how do you know?".
"Well, either your City is knee deep in shit or these burn pits are huge", The tone of the VC showed that he was concerned with what he saw.
Colt was shocked, he pressed his head against the window of the JLTV and stared in fear and anger as multiple huge smoke pillars stretched into the sky above.
"Alright ladies, pick up the pace. We need to provide security and aid if needed".
"Driver, you heard the man. Step on it!", No verbal response came from the Driver of the Bradley. Instead the whole crew and Basilisk where thrown backwards as the Bradley accelerated suddenly to its top speed. After composing himself, Mitchell keyed his PTT button rigged on his plate carrier. "Harris, try to keep up!".
"You got it, Cap". Harris ordered Lucas to push the 70 ton Tank to its limits to hold up with the JLTVs and the Bradley up front.
After some more Driving, the Bradley held about 50 meters in front of the Wall. Archers and other soldiers stared in awe as the armored column approached. The back Hatch of the Bradley opened and Mitchell stepped out. Hudson also got out of the JLTV and walked up to the Captain. A knight clad in silver Armor with a blue cape and other blue markings on his armor looked down at them.
"Who are you and what is your affiliation here?!". The young man had the Archers aim their Arrows at the men below. Mitchell ordered Harris to stand down and not make any moves with the Tank because of the PR.
"Translate that. My name is Captain John Mitchell from the Osean Marine Corps. We are here to deliver a important man!". Mitchell yelled as loud as he could, but for some reason the Knight disappeared again behind the Wall.
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Princess Piña Co Lada
Itallica, Royal Palace
After they just endured a Siege, Piña had reluctantly agreed to get some sleep. But the nap was very short lived, because in the exact moment she dozed off, she got awaken by Hamilton. "Your Highness!", she yelled as she burst through the door. Piña was startled and fell of the bed. Hamilton held her hands in front of her mouth to suppress the gasp. "I'm so sorry your Highness". Hamilton kept apologizing as she helped Piña standing up again.
"I'm Good Hamilton. Nothing happened. Now what was this urgent that you had to storm through that door like a horde of angry ogres?". Hamilton blushed after apiñas remark but composed of herself quickly.
"There are people at the Gate. They want to come in and talk to the leader here". Piña's eyes widened in fear. More bandits? They just barely survived a siege. Another one and Itallica will be overrun and all its people either raped or slaughtered.
Fast forward 10 minutes and Piña had her Armor back on and was climbing the stairs for the Wall. Once up there she noticed multiple Archers having their Bows at the ready to release an barrage of arrows. She glanced over the top and froze in fear. These guys didn't look like bandits. She saw an Iron elephant in the back of that formation, and these horseless carriages, this could only mean that these people are from the Gate. Are they working with the bandits? Will they kill everyone here? All Questions Piña needed answers for.
"Who are you?!". She yelled downwards. A man with a green Helmet and green clothing stepped forward. He had a strange staff hanging from a rope? Anyways, he yelled spoke to a man clad in black and a tan Vest. He also had a similar staff hanging from his chest. Then the man in Black stepped forwards.
"We need to speak to the leader of this City!". Piña was taken aback. He spoke common.
"Why? What do you want? Are you working with the bandits?". One question after another flew towards the man.
"Bandits? What bandits?", he asked, his voice indicating that he truly was confused.
"Don't you see the dead bodies around you? We just endured a Siege by Bandits and they will attack again. They won't stop until they are dead or the City under their control. So i'm sorry if we have suspicions against strangers, especially against the enemy of the Empire".
The man turned to the other guy in green and they where discussing something. Then the man in black attire reached for his chest and it looked like he was speaking into it. Suddenly a door opened on the horseless carriage in the middle of the formation. Piña stood there in shock. She couldn't believe her eyes. Down there stood Count Colt Formal. The man in charge of the City who's believed dead by the whole world. But clearly he wasn't dead.
"Count Formal?!", Piña screeched in confusion.
"Princess, please open the Gates so these Gentlemen and I can come in. I will explain everything when we're inside". Piña didn't hesitate for a second she bolted down the stairs, Hamilton in tow and ordered the Slaves to open the heavy Wooden doors. The carriages began to move in. Once inside the walls, the doors where closed and locked immediately again. All the doors opened and about 2 dozen Men in Green with a strange pattern stepped out. They all where poorly armored with only a helmet, and a cloth based chest protection. Some wore glasses or kneepads. No steel armor. They all had a flag on their shoulders. Some had a White and Blue flag with 6 stars in a circular pattern. A seventh, smaller star was over the right side of the circle. Other soldiers had a different pattern on their clothing and a different Flag. Their Flag was a Red background with a White rose shape in the middle, inside the rose where 7 more stars.
Then the man of the hour stepped out. Count Colt formal. Piña walked up to him and bowed as a sign of respect but immediately after began with her questioning, "Where have you been Count?".
"Princess, please let us skip this Part. I want to see Myui". Piña was slightly annoyed but understood.
The man in black stepped forward so he could talk to the Count. "Formal, i'll let Captain Mitchell give you some men to defend the City from the Walls. Are you okay with that?". Formal wanted to answer but Piña Chimed in.
"No! You people are not allowed to roam around here like you own the Place!". Hudson straight out ignored her and asked again. "Colt are you okay with it?". This time Piña lost it and unsheathed her Sword. She went into a ready position, not even a split second later multiple Rifles where heard as their Soldiers racked the charging handles. Two Erusians aimed their rifles at Piña, the others aimed at everything and everyone that was moving, ready to start firing in a moment's notice.
Piña stopped in her tracks as she felt something metal press against the side of her head. Hamilton was about to lose it. No one dared to move a muscle.
"Count, order this tomato head to stand down or i'll order my men dye her hair in a new shade of red", said Hudson in a chillingly calm tone.
"Piña, stand down. I saw first hand, what their weapons can do and trust me, you don't want to be at the receiving end of them. And over all this is my City and I'm still leader here so I'm the one who will decide stuff here".
Piña looked outraged but didn't dare to move, "If I tell my Father about this, he'll crucify you", she threatened.
"So be it", Colt retorted defiantly. Piña was taken aback. Never did someone ignore the threat from the Emperor or his children.
Suddenly Piña noticed one of the soldiers splitting of the group and holding a small black box attached to his vest. It looked like he was talking to it. Then he came back and addressed the soldiers.
"Alright guys, Sky eye reported an Huge enemy encampment in the south. I want the Five Erusians and the 5 Oseans on that wall in the south".
"Yes sir!", said one of the Soldiers who got addressed as Erusians. The ten men made their way to the south wall with guidance of a guard.
-Operation Vanguard-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Captain John Mitchell, Basilisk
Special agent Klark Hudson, OIA
Royal Palace, Itallica
Mitchell walked alongside Hudson as they discussed about the best way to defend Itallica. In front of them walked Count Colt formal who was greeted by his people with cheers and flowers. Ever since the bandits attacked, the people here had no hopes of defending the city, now the arrival of the Count gave the populous of Itallica a major moral boost.
Arriving at the Palace they where greeted by Kaine, the head maid of the Formal clan. To her flanks stood a cat Girl and a Bunny girl, both of them in an rather questionable age group to work in this line of work.
"Holy shit, they're bloody kids", exclaimed the Marksman of Basilisk, Henry Dawson.
"Is that a Cat Girl?", asked a over enthusiastic Elmar. Mitchell groaned and turned to face him. "Elmar! What did i say about Waifus and Cliffs?". The SAW gunner shrank into himself, emitting a laugh from his Comrade Sabrina.
Kaine stepped forward and bowed down dramatically. "Good to see you back your Highness", the Demi-Humans to Kaine's flank did the same. Colt had a faint smile on his face.
Seeing the interaction, the two Oseans just stared at each other in bewilderment.
"If you may follow me Sir", said Kaine and went inside the Palace. Basilisk team tailed them closely. The Agent would ask a question or two about some paintings or a sculpture and Colt would answer all his questions rather enthusiastically. Too... enthusiastically.
Kaine suddenly stopped in front of a pair of wooden doors and turned to Formal and the Oseans. "Behind these doors is the current head and leader of Itallica.
Kaine opened the doors with a hard push.
"Bloody fucking hell". Basilisk team stood and stared in shocked silence as they saw a young girl who looked like she wasn't even in her teens, sitting in a way to big throne. Her feet where dangling down as she stiffened and tried to say a sentence she had memorized for these occasions. But as she saw the man in front of her, she choked on her own words.
"Daddy!!", Immediately tears started rolling down her cheeks as she jumped from the throne and into her father's arms.
Basilisk team had smiles on their faces as they watched the emotional reunion. The good moment was shirt lived though, because Mitchell's Radio suddenly crackled to life. "Cap! We have 3 unknown Victors approaching from the South Gate. Looks like these idiots we met on the way here. Seems to be another Unit though".
"Copy that. Do not engage!", ordered Mitchell. "Let them in. I don't want to risk a interplanetary incident or some shit like this".
"Roger captain".
Basilisk was chatting with each other inside the throne room while Myui and Colt reunited. They all waited for the other Soldiers to enter but it took them a little long.
Suddenly the doors burst open, startling everyone inside the Throneroom. Basilisk team immediately grabbed their rifles and went into a ready position to start shooting. To their confusion a girl also not older than 15 entered the room. She had a massive Axe like weapon in her tiny little hands and held the massive weapon with ease. She stopped in her tracks when she stared down multiple barrels of all sorts of rifles and Pistols. Colt and Myui went into the far behind corner of the room. A smirk planted on her face as she went into her fighting stance.
A soldier clad in green materialized behind her, panting heavily he put himself in front of her and the other Soldiers. He took several deep breaths before calming down.
"Rory! You can't just run off like this", he reprimanded that child with the big axe like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Stand down guys", ordered Mitchell, Basilisk team slowly lowered their rifles and Pistols. The tense situation got awkward really quickly as more of these Soldiers entered the room. They all had the same flag patch on their shoulders. A white background with a red dot in the middle.
The soldier who reprimanded that Rory girl walked up to Mitchell and began speaking in common, "Hello, my Name is first Lieutenant Yōji Itami from the Japanese ground self defense force. Who are you guys?", Itami gave a gloved hand to shake Mitchell's. The latter stared at it for a second before shaking it. "Captain John Mitchell. Osean Marine Raiders. This guy here-", he gestured at Hudson, "is redacted and these guys over there are my Team. I don't know if you noticed but i have postured about a dozen more men on the Wall around the City".
"Yes... yes indeed i saw them. Anyways, what are you guys doing here?", Itami asked. His cheery tone never faltering.
"We're here to bring back... where is he?", asked Mitchell as he looked throughout the throne room for Colt. "Aah there he is", he Spotted him in the far behind corner huddled together trying to shield his daughter. "We're here to bring his ass back here. Count, come here. It's safe again", Hudson translated and Colt slowly stood up with his daughter in his hands. "And you guys?", Added Mitchell.
Yōji called a young, blue haired girl forward, she had a satchel in her hands. He grabbed inside and pulled out a shiny little object. "We're here to sell these".
"What in the fuck is that", asked Mitchell as he took one of these things. They had quite the weight for their size and felt like Metal but also not Metal. It felt strange.
"These things are Dragon scales, apparently these things are worth a small fortune and we have thousands of them laying practically in our back yard". Mitchell took a mental note.
Then the count chimed in, "Trading is impossible at the moment. If you want to trade you have to wait until the siege is over". Itami had a confused face. "Siege?", Mitchell mentally facepalmed himself. Never in hell is this guy an Officer, they're fucking with him.
Nanz pulled him back to talk under 4 eyes with him. "Mitch, these guys are so fucking green". Mitchell looked Nanz directly into the eyes.
"I know! This guy's never an officer, the way he behaves or the way he talks... this can't be true".
"And now? Command said to escort the Count until here and we did that. Now what?", asked Nanz, he didn't want to stay any longer than necessary. "We also need to provide security here...", Mitchell sighed, "Fucking hell... this isn't going to be easy".
"Not easy? This whole place is a deathtrap. If those bandits break through the wall, the city is a goner".
"I know damnit... but we have CAS on standby and a UAV over head so maybe we might pull it off. I mean we also managed to take cape rainy without any KIA so yeah...".
Just as Mitchell ended his sentence his radio crackled up, "Gate-Recon-6, this is Sky eye. I have an Huge enemy formation incoming from the south-southeast, they have a bunch of big guys among their ranks. The range is about 4 clicks so you have some time left. The UAV is Bingo fuel I am RTB for refill. McKinsey made it clear for you to provide security for the Count".
"Mother Fucker!", yelled Mitchell loudly, startling all people inside the Throne room. Then he keyed his PTT, "Wilco Sky Eye. Recon-6 out".
"Count. I need you to stay here. Shit's about to hit the fan". Hudson translated and Colt nodded without questioning. "Basilisk, move out. We have a city to defend".
"What?! Sir you can't be serious", said Sabrina.
"McKinsey's orders. I'm responsible for support. I'll Call in air strikes and more Marines. You guy's strengthen the numbers of our guys on the Wall".
"And us?", asked Itami as Mitchell was about to move out of the throne room. "What about you?", Mitchell retorted.
"How can we help?", Itami grew agitated. "Listen, i respect you guys since you're also Soldiers, do anything but stay out of our way". Mitchell's words had a finality in them that said the discussion is now over. But a certain Sergeant saw it differently, the petite Woman jumped in front of Mitchell, although she hated her Lieutenant he still was a part of the Same military as she and especially he was her superior. "Hey asshole! You can't just talk to a officer of the JSDF like that". Mitchell didn't look impressed at all. "Step out of the way", he ordered. "Oh you think you're tough huh? I turned men twice the size of you into crying sissies".
"Sergeant! Knock it off", Ordered Itami with his own stern tone. Mitchell was surprised he even had one.
Basilisk made their way outside the Palace when a radio transmission came from an Erusian on the Wall, "Captain! Get your asses here, we're being stitched up. You- Oh Fuck man down Man down!".
"Shit!". Muttered Mitchell. "We need to haul ass guys. They need us", he said and began to run. While running he instructed his team on what to do.
"Nanz, Sabrina, Elmar and Motorola. Go up the Wall and provide covering fire. Henry, you seek a elevated spot and take out High value targets. I'll call for Air support and the QRF. Move it!".
On the Wall, Elmar watched as thousands of bandits and savages ran into a hailstorm of Bullets and Arrows. For each one that died, two would take his place. Elmar mounted his M249 onto the Wall and began spraying 5.56x45mm rounds into the charging horde.
"Captain, i just found out something interesting", Came Hudson's voice over the Radio.
"It's a really bad time Agent!", replied Mitchell. "Negative, you have to listen to this. The Count took all his professional military over the Gate, where all of them died. These guys fighting here aren't Military. They're Militia". Mitchell sighed. More problems.
"Ain't good Agent. Not at all".
"And these Japanese guys are coming down to help. That girl with that huge Axe ran out and that Itami guy said that she's going on a Killing spree".
"For fuck sake! All Recon-6 members, there's a wild teen with a Axe bigger than me. Watch out!". After the announcement Mitchell switched the channels.
"Gate HQ, this is Basilisk-0-1, we need the QRF and CAS, ASAP".
"Copy that Recon-6, ETA for CAS 5 mikes". Mitchell switched channels again. "Listen up everyone, ETA for CAS is 5 Mikes, hold tight".
Automatically Machine gun fire erupted on the Wall as Elmar send led down range. On his right was Sabrina with her fully kitted MK-18, she picked one Target after another in single fire. On Elmar's left stood Motorola with his M16A4 and under barrel Grenade launcher. The 40mm HEDP grenades made quite the explosion when they hit, throwing up dust and body parts.
Sergeant Nanz was also Firing with his MK-18 Rifle. He saw the Militia forces firing Arrows into the Crowd of Bandits. The problem was, the Arrows never reached their destination. An invisible forcefield seemed to deflect them into the air or even back at the Wall. Nanz looked through his ACOG scope and spotted a green feathered Girl. She was a demi-human with magic powers.
"Hey corporal, do you see that green feathered Mage?". After a dramatic pause, henry answered, "Yup".
"She's deflecting the Militia's Arrows, would you be so kind and snap her lights out?", Asked Nanz.
"Of course sir". Henry took aim, his M-110 Semi automatic Sniper system loaded and safety disengaged. He put the Mage's head behind his crosshairs and released a long breath. Then squeezed the Trigger. The Trigger group let go of the Bolt, which hit the Cartridge and ignited the gun powder. The 7.62 projectile flew out of the barrel as the Bolt carrier was sent backwards. The bullet flew with supersonic speeds, its trajectory led straight in between the eyes of the mage. But like a miracle for the mage, she decided to aim the jet of air in another angle, thus shifting the bullet mid air. The mage felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder and fell backwards to the ground. She looked down and saw a gaping hole in her shoulder.
"Down, she's down". Nanz acknowledged it and continued firing.
After some time a panicked voice rang through the radios of Recon-6. "They're on the Wall. I say again, the bandits are on the Wall!", Mitchell's eyes widened. Without hesitation he called his men back. "All of Recon-6 get your asses of that wall and to your Victors, NOW!".
"I need help over here. Patrick has an Arrow sticking through his leg! He can't walk".
"Hang on i'm coming!", came the Voice of Sabrina.
"No! Sabrina fall back!". There came no more response. "Sabrina, do you read me?". Again nothing.
"For fucks sake Sabrina answer me damnit!".
In the meantime the rest of Basilisk and the other soldiers arrived. After there was no response from Sabrina or the other two, one of the Soldiers volunteered to go and help.
"Sir, i'll go", the man just wanted to move when Sabrina's voice came through the radio. "We're coming back. We're being tailed by a bunch of these fuckers, cover us!".
Elmar mounted his LMG on the Bi-Pod and waited for his comrades. Next to him an Erusian laid down and mounted his MG-3, they both looked at each other and gave a quick nod.
"Alright ladies! Here they come!", shouted Mitchell. Moments later Sabrina and the other two rounded the corner. "Fire!".
The two machine guns released a deadly cloud of bullets which tor anything apart it hit. Elmar and the Erusian held down the trigger, both of them making sure to not hit their comrades. They killed every single enemy and managed to grant a save passage for their comrades.
From the five Erusians that came with Recon-6, two of them were medics. Immediately when the three arrived the two Medics went over to treat the injured man.
"We got more incoming", yelled Henry as he noticed movement in between the alleyways. True to his words a whole bunch of them rounded the corner.
"Fuck! I'm out!", Said the Erusian with the MG-3.
Suddenly the little girl with the huge axe bolted passed them and into the croud of enemies. Them seconds later that small sergeant also passed them with a battle cry. She had a Bayonet mounted on her rifle and engaged in CQC.
"Check Fire Check Fire!". Ordered Mitchell, his soldiers stopped firing.
A Car of the Japanese guys held behind Recon six and two soldiers got out. The 2nd Lieutenant and an much older man.
"What the hell are they doing?", asked Mitchell, "My men almost peppered them with bullets!", he added enraged.
"Long story", Answered Itami sheepishly. Mitchell massaged his temple and let out a groan of frustration.
On the Other side of the City the Militia forces where losing ground fast. "An Ogre! Watch out!". The huge beast walked on the flat place. It began to swing his maze around and kill the Militia forces, until the Osean M1 broke through the wall of an House and mowed everything down with its Koax machine gun and the 120mm main gun. Cheers emitted from the remaining Militia. After their work was done the M1 retreated back into the building.
When the bandits climbed over the Wall and took it they also opened the main South Gate of the City thus granting their Ogres and Beast men to enter the City. The Osean Bradley rolled to the hottest area to support Militia forces. What they didn't know was that they headed straight into their doom.
The MPT-SD munitions fired by the Bradley's 25mm Bushmaster Cannon ripped an Ogre apart. It's explosive core detonating inside the beast and sending chunks of flesh everywhere. The Bradley's VC was on the .50 cal on the roof and mowed down the foot soldiers until he was hit by an arrow. He fell back into the interior and groaned in pain. The gunner turned to him just as he killed an Ogre.
"Hey you're good?", he yelled over the rumbling of the engine.
"Yeah... i guess!", the VC answered. The gunner nodded and turned to his sight again. Suddenly the roof of the turret started to rumble and shake until a slit of light opened on one of the Corners. Suddenly the whole roof came off and two angry looking Ogres stared into the Turret.
"Holy fuck! Shot them!". The VC pulled his Pistol and shot through a whole magazine. Almost all bullets hit their mark but the caliber was so small that the Ogres didn't even flinch. Instead they pulled the VC and the Gunner out of their seating spots while the two thrashed and screamed around in terror.
The Ogre with the VC in its hand opened its massive jaws. The VC, seeing what came next screamed even louder and tried his best to come free. His face showed pure terror. He was put inside the mouth of the beast and then the Ogre bit down, setting an end to the VC and his fidgeting and shoving around. The lower half of the mans body was thrown back into the turret as the Ogre spit out the other half. Then it was the Gunners turn.
He was lifted to the Ogre's jaw and the beast was about to bite down until it exploded in a mess of flesh and gore. The driver had climbed into the Gunner seat and released a Burst of 25mm cannon fire into the 2 beasts. The Gunner fell to the ground and climbed into the turret as fast as he could while the Driver got into his own seat again. The Bradley drove back while being peppered by arrows and Spears.
A/N:
I'm sorry that i had so much diplomatic bullshittery but politics are also a part of Gate and AC so i can't just leave it out. But now we're full in action
I apologize for the wait but i had a lot of rewriting and corrections to do on this one cuz i wasn't happy with the outcome
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