-The Gate-
Falmart Calendar, 1291, Summer
Emperor Molt Sol Augustus
Sadera, Empire
"Your majesty, the conquest into the other worlds were both failures, and the following counter offensives against the two Gates had our men also slaughtered".
Molt rubbed his chin. His face showed, he didn't really care what his subordinates had to say. "We lost nearly all 55'000 men when we crossed that Gate even Count Colt Formal. Only a hand full returned somewhat alive".
Molt, bored like hell, just nodded along with each sentence said. "The Counter offensive against the soldiers failed even worse. We lost more than 100'000 men in that battle and we couldn't even get close to the enemy. What shall we do".
The Senate erupted in chatter as the council members discussed with each other. Molt interrupted the chatter with a raise of his hand. Immediately everyone was silent.
"Marcus... do you really think I didn't account for that?". Molt had a mischievous smirk on his face. Marcus was taken aback at the accusation and stuttered out inaudible words.
"We have hundreds of thousands of men in our disposal and this is not accounting the Demi humans and Beast men we can take. And above all i have a plan for a situation like this. I knew something like this would have to come one day...".
"Your majesty?". Marcus was perplexed and scared by his Emperors secrecy.
"Send words to our vassal states and tell them to gather their militaries at the Gates".
"Yes Mi Lord. I shall do as you command". With that Marcus left the Senate and made his way to write some letters.
-The Gate-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Osean-Erusian FOB
As the dust settled, the extent of the damage to the enemy troops was visible. Torn bodies, blood puddles, dead soldiers, ogres and other demi humans. Soldiers began digging trenches around the perimeter, every 100 meters either a M2 Ma deuce or an MG-3 machine gun was stationed.
Groups of Soldiers headed further inland and placed mines and barbed wire.
"Holy shit man, this wasn't a battle... it was a slaughter. They just kept running into the hailstorm of bullets". One Osean Soldier exclaimed to his comrade. The latter was about to puke so didn't answer.
"These guys don't know any better". An Erusian chimed in after he placed a Mine. They'll probably attack again in the same pattern. In this time Generals are rarely chosen because of their skill and more often because they where either buddies with the ruler of that country or just had the most money".
"How do you know that?". Asked the Osean with a little edge in his voice. The Erusian sighed, "I was a History Teacher before the Lighthouse war, i was drafted pretty late in the war so i have only seen action in Farbanti but our regiment was decimated by that Three strikes guy early in the battle. After wards Oseans picked me up and made me an POW". The Erusian looked pained as he remembered the Battle. It was one of the bloodiest battles in the whole Lighthouse war.
"Damn... i'm sorry".
"Don't be... ain't your fault", the Erusian replied. Then another Erusian chimed in, "It's the fault of our governments, they decided to fight a war over a damned Tower".
The Osean Soldier snorted. "Yeah, still haven't heard a valid reason why we had that war", then he stretched out his hand, "Lieutenant Ken". The Erusian took it, "Sergeant Aubert". The two shook hands.
"Hey!". The Osean Soldiers suddenly said and interrupted their moment. Sergeant Aubert, Lieutenant Ken and the other Erusian looked over to him just as he was done fixing the end of the barbed wire. "I heard they're sending Aircraft through the Gate today".
"Aircraft? What fucking use do Aircraft have for us when our biggest building we have is a fucking tent?", Asked Sergeant Aubert perplexed.
"I don't know. I just heard it", Replied the Osean.
"From who?", chimed in Ken. "Sergeant Kelly". Answered The Osean, shrugging.
"Kelly's here?".
-The Gate-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Name: [N/A]
Age: 24
Tac Name: Trigger
Inside the Gate
I was part of the first wave of Pilots send over the Gate. Some rookies from Osea, a couple of Aces from Erusia and me, we where the first wave. I wished i was sent over here with Strider Squadron but Brass decided to dissolve the whole 124th tactical fighter Squadron and separated our individual members into other Squadrons. They would also join the Gate war but later on. I also heard that some guys from Fort Grays Island would also join the Operation. I wouldn't really know how to react when i suddenly stand in front of Knocker or Clown. I'm pretty sure they still have a grudge against me.
All the Pilots who where gathered to enter the Gate, no matter if Erusian or Osean, they all where stripped from their ranks and torn out of their old Squadrons. I'm happy that i at least have Major Friedland with me as an AWACS operator. We all where taken out of our individual air forces and thrown into a single branch, used by both Erusia and Osea. They called it the "New world defense Force". I have no idea what the defending part was. It wasn't like we used self defense or anything, this was more like Self offense after the venture through the Gate.
We exited the blackness of the Gate and were greeted by sunlight. I stepped out of the vehicle and saw how our Fighters drove past us, disassembled on trucks loaded. We where given V-ToL jets like the F-35 and the Harrier since there was no real runway. Though i bet i would manage to take off in an A-10 in this environment.
"Major. What you thinking? Ain't this beautiful?". Friedland looked over and gave a smile.
"Captain", He acknowledged with a nod, "Yes... yes it is indeed a beautiful sight... weren't there all these bodies".
I chuckled at that and suddenly felt a tab to my shoulder. I turned around and saw a squad of Marines standing there. A woman who'm I scarcely remembered was the one who tabbed me.
"Three strikes?", she said in a shy tone. "The one and only. Who do i owe the pleasure?", I asked. My brain was still working on identifying her.
"Private First Class Sabrina Vostok". It hit me like a truck. I knew them. "Miss Vostok? The Yaktobanian hot head who came and Fought for Osea", I remarked with a friendly smile. Then I gestured to the others behind her. "And they must be the Pizza Guys".
The Group of Marines and Friedland chuckled at this. "I see that Name stuck eh".
"It sure did".
After everything settled down, Captain Mitchell came up to me, "Listen here Brother. Someone's here, and i know for a fact that that someone is not of your friends list. I just wanted to warn you before-"
"Spare-15! As i live and breathe. I can't fucking believe it". I couldn't trust my ears... I couldn't believe it. This voice... this god forsaken voice. I never wanted to hear it again and i swore to me when i see that man belonging to that voice i'll shoot him.
I turned around and stared in disbelief. "Mc Kinsey...", I said through gritted teeth. The man stood there with his signature smug smirk. "Hello, Captain". His words dripping with Sarcasm.
"What in the name of the world are you doing here?", i asked absolutely infuriated. The tension was very high. People going to their jobs stopped what they where doing just to watch the scene unfold. Basilisk members had their rifles ready just as Mc Kinsey's security detail had.
"I'm the Commanding officer of this operation. Thus your superior once again. But don't worry... I won't put you in solitary... for now". He ended this sentence with a little snort. I had enough. I turned around, took the Pistol in Sabrina's Holster and aimed it straight into his face.
"Give me one good reason. Only one... why I shouldn't spread your brain over these poor soldiers behind you." My finger already pressed halfway through the trigger. Mc Kinsey's Security detail had their rifles raised and aimed at me. Basilisk had their rifles also raised and aimed at the security guards.
"Trig, what ever you do now. Think first". I heard Major Friedland from my right. "I know exactly what the fuck i'm doing. This bastard has no right to be alive. All the suffering from him. All my friends he sent out on suicide missions. This son of a bitch put me and Count through hell".
"If you pull this trigger you will get court martialed again and this time, you won't get away that easily", Friedland pointed out, but i just snorted at that.
"Does it really matter? If this asshole dies there'd just be one corrupt bastard less in the Osean chain of command". I saw McKinsey pale after my last statement. He definitely thought that i was more reasonable when court martial comes into the game.
"Trig... Nickolas, put that gun down. If not for me... do it for her. She couldn't stand it when you're locked up again". This took me of guard. Who was he talking about and if he was talking about the princess, how did he know?
In the end, I gave in. I gave the pistol back to Sabrina, in the same moment two MPs walked up behind me. I spread my arms to my sides and the MPs cuffed them behind my back.
I got stares of disbelief and even anger as i got lead away from the scene. The MPs literally threw me inside the back of a Truck where Soldiers where transported in.
"Alright soldiers, move your asses. This base isn't going to construct itself. Move it!". Almost all soldiers went back to their jobs. Almost.
"Oi fuck face!", Yelled one of the operators from Basilisk and threw his glove into McKinsey's face. "The fuck was that all about?".
McKinsey didn't look pleased when the glove hit him in the face. He looked over and glared at the bearded man in combat attire. "He threatened a superior officer with a deadly fire arm. So i locked him up.".
"Are you fucking nuts? Release him now you idiot. He's a War hero!". The bearded Operator stepped closer, right into McKinsey's face.
"You should watch your tone boy. You're talking to a Colonel". McKinsey said in a threatening tone.
"I'll shot you in your fucking face you bastard. Then i'll kill your security before another one downs me. But i'll be worth it.". McKinsey sight and held up an hand as his security guards wanted to advance at the operator.
"Fine...", He said reluctantly, them turned to the MPs who just returned. "Release him". The MPs had a You serious? Look on their faces. "But sir-".
"Did i fucking stutter? Release him now for fucks sake!". The MPs didn't argue any further and made their way back to Trigger.
The door opened with a click and the two MPs who threw me in that truck pulled me out again. "Order from the Colonel". The first one said and pushed me forwards.
As we approached McKinsey he was loudly arguing with one of the guys from Basilisk. About a minute after we stopped behind him, he finally noticed us and stared at me in disbelief. "What did i do now?". At this point i was just annoyed.
"It ain't you. It's these two fucking idiots. When i said release him, i also ment to take of his Cuffs you stupid fucks.". One of the MPs fidgeted with the keys and barely managed to open my cuffs. I massaged my wrists as the cuffs finally came off.
"Now son, I-", McKinsey began but i cut him off.
"Don't you dare Call me son. We are no friends and never will be". McKinsey sighed.
"Fine, I admit, that shit with solitary wasn't the best beginning i could have chosen".
"No shit Sherlock".
"But i'm sure you will see that i only want the same as you here, so help me Trigger, help me win this war". McKinsey held out his hand.
"Help you? Just so you can get one more medal huh? I'd rather go back to the 444". I made my point clear and walked away towards where the planes just got assembled again. There also where the new Pilots i had to work with for the time here.
"Oi mate. What was that all about?". Asked a Pilot as he noticed me approaching. The other three pilots turned around and then i saw the Patches on their uniforms. Each one of them flew in either a F-35B or an AV-8 b Harrier. Both of these fighter jets of course being VToL jets. Only then i noticed the lack of paves runway or in fact any runway. The pilot in front of me out stretched his hand and pulled me out of my stupor.
"Oi lad. You okay?". I shook my head, clearing my senses and then shook his hand. "All good. What's your name by the way?", I asked after confirming that i actually was doing good.
"The name's Lieutenant... wait, no. Just William Greyson. Tac Name Hellhound.".
"What do you mean no? You have no rank?" I asked bewildered. Was he a convict? Was that the reason McKinsey's here?
"No Lad. Not anymore. In fact none uf us here have any ranks. I have no bloody idea why they stripped all pilots of their ranks.". All the information coming from William send me into a spiral of confusion.
"Wait so... they took away my rank as well?". He looked at me with stunned eyes.
"They didn't tell ya?".
"Tell me what?". William chuckled. "The Osean Federation and their capability of sending out important information at its finest". I wasn't very amused.
"So we're out of the Airforce. They threw us out and into a new Branch. They called it new world defense shit or something like that".
I chewed on my lower lip. "This means we Oseans and the Erusians also?".
"Yep".
I was about to ask another thing when we got interrupted by one of the other Pilots. "Hey guys". He stretched his hand out. William and i each shook it. "Who're you lad?". William asked.
"I'm, or i was, Captain Rico Hernandez. Tac name's Taco". I had to stifle a laugh at that. "Taco? How'd you earned that one?". I said while barely holding my laughter back.
Rico rubbed his neck and smiled sheepishly. "It's a... long story. No time to tell now". He said stuttering slightly.
The other two pilots came over and joined our little meeting phase. I learned that the other two Pilots where from the same Squadron and that both of them where Erusians. The man was Lieutenant Gabriel Durand, tac name Angel.
His comrade, a young woman, more or less my age was Captain Chloe Leroy, tac name Dagger.
"Oi lad, you know everything about us. Now tell us something about you, will ya?". William chimed in, all of the others nodded furiously.
"Alright alright, so I'm Captain, or in this case, was captain Nickolas Preston, Tac name Trigger. Or better known as Three strikes". The two Erusians immediately had a scowl on their face. I had a feeling in my Gut that i'll soon find out why they called her Dagger.
"You son of a Bitch! You killed my Father!", Chloe almost yelled. She was held back by Gabriel but he looked like he could hold her for long.
"Hey! Calm down lass. It was War, people die". William tried to de escalate the situation but it was in vain as Chloe broke free out of Gabriels grasp and jumped me. It was so fast i barely had time to react, my Piloting skills played a rolle in it too since i went into Over drive and delivered a right Jab into her face. She fell back with a thug and held the spot my Fist connected with her face.
"Are you fucking nuts?!", now it was my turn to get loud. "I did what my people wanted me to do! Do you really think i wanted to kill any of these soldiers? Every time i close my eyes I hear their desperate calls for help. Every time i close my eyes i see them in front of me! I didn't want to fight, but a Soldier does what he has to do, even if he doesn't want it. I swear to you that i'm truly sorry for your loss but out there it was either me or the other guys". I panted heavily, my hands still balled into fists. Gabriel went down on his knees in order to help Chloe but she shrugged him off. With a last glare at me she stormed off towards where her Harrier was assembled again.
"Lad...". William began.
"No... i'm good. But Someone needs to give that hot head a heads up about what happens in a war". I Said and walked off.
-The Gate-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
King Duran or "The Lion of Elbe"
Vassal States Armies, second Counter attack
King Duran, the Lion of Elbe Kingdom, entered the Tent where all the Other Kings where residing in.
"This is a bad plan! If we do it like you want it too, we could also just run into the enemies defenses head on". The King of Alguna and Duke Ligu where discussing their battle plan. They clearly wanted to have most, if not all of the glory for themselves thus they didn't agree on each other's battle plans, which, to be honest mostly consisted out of a frontal assault and some Wyverns attacking from the flanks. The key part was who would lead the attack.
"Gentlemen, please calm down. We will surely find another way to settle this dispute", chimed in the king of Mudwan.
Duran coughed and effectively got the other King's attention. "My fellow Kings, despite the situation looking to be in our favor with the enemies force of about 8'000 men against our 100'000, i still don't like it at all. Why would the Emperor call us when he alone wields the power of multiple armies like ours?". Duran expected his fellow kings to be thoughtful and think about this for a second but instead he got laughed into his face. One of the Kings stood up from the big Table in the centre of the Tent. "Is the Lion of Elbe getting soft?". He taunted.
Duran ignored the taunt and went on with his own ramble. "And over all, where's the Imperial army the Emperor has promised us. By now there should be over 50'000 men here, clad in armor and ready to fight". The Kings suddenly paused and thought for a second, just before an Imperial Soldier entered the Tent, panting heavily.
"Mi lords". He greeted as he recomposed of himself, then turned to King Duran. "King Duran, this is a Message from General Antonius. He will join your forces ones he's done with the Other Gate, he said, you should attack in the night, somewhere then he'd join you".
Duran smirked. "Thank you messenger. You may leave now". The young man nodded and left. Duran turned to his fellow Kings with a Smirk. "We'll wait until the next night, then we'll attack with our first wave and soften the enemies Defenses, then with the second and third wave we'll overrun them.". The tent broke out in cheers and laughter. But one issue wasn't solved yet. Who'll lead the attack?
"And which forces will lead the Attack?", Asked Duke Ligu. The king of Alguna slammed his hands on the table. "My forces of Course. We have the most beast men".
"No! My Wyvern units will free our path". The King of Slya said with a tone of finality.
The discussion went on for hours until it was agreed on that Duran with his Trained and veteran forces would lead the attack. It was also agreed on that the Attack was postponed to the next night instead of this one.
Next day:
It was late afternoon and Soldiers where chatting among each other, as Beast men and Demi-Humans prepared for their first wave. Along side them, Wyverns would would provide air support. But even with all their racial differences, they all had one thing in common. None of them noticed the UAV flying above their heads.
"Gate-Command this is Archangel, i got a clear visual of the enemy encampment. There are a fuck ton of targets. I don't think my 2 bombs will do any damage". The UAV operator informed the Command post.
It was a damned miracle that the Oseans managed to build a transmission tower in this short of Time. At least now they had a decent view from above. It wasn't a Satellite but it has to do for now.
"Copy that Archangel. Keep an eye out for any high value targets. If you find something you're free to fire. Over and out."
"Wilco Gate-Command".
The UAV orbited the huge encampment for another hour until it got Dark. Then he noticed multiple figures dressed in official attires and armor.
"Gate-Command, this is Archangel. I think I found their leaders.". The Command post didn't respond immediately. Most likely weighing out their options. Either kill all of them now and end the fight right here, or risk losses to capture some of them.
"Gate-Command, the window is closing. I need orders now". Again no response.
"Gate-Command this is Archangel. I'll proceed with the first orders. Free to fire. Over".
"Negative Archangel, Hold fire! I say again, hold fire. Direct order from McKinsey".
"Copy that Gate-Command". The operator looked over to his colleague. She controlled the targeting and observation systems. She had the same look on her face as him. They could end the whole fight with minimal casualties but orders are orders.
"Alright Archangel. You're orders are to keep orbiting the area. No engagement. How copy."
The Operator sighed, "Solid Copy Command". The UAV kept flying over the encampment.
Just as the Sun had gone below the Horizon, the UAV operator switched to FLIR mode and then noticed that a decent sized chunk of the enemy forces began to Mobilize. He immediately relaid the information to his superiors.
"Colonel. Our UAV has reported enemy movement. An massive group of about 30'000 soldiers are moving towards our positions". McKinsey only smiled after the information reached him. "It is only the first wave. Wait until they get into Artillery range. Them blow the living shit out of them". His CO acknowledged his order and relaid it to the Artillery and tank Units who where waiting for orders.
Duran awoke from a huge ruckus outside of his tent. He walked out and saw chaos erupting inside the Camp. "What in the name of his majesty is going on here?!", he shouted. One of his Soldiers ran up to him.
"Mi Lord", he began, panting heavily.
"Calm down soldier". Duran said.
"It's Duke Ligu... he went to attack the enemy". Duran was shocked at the answer, then again, his comrade was always a hot head.
"Alright men! Move it. We're attacking now!", Duran ordered and the rest of the Vassal Armies marched on for the Gate.
On the move one of the Kings marched up to Duran. "Duran old friend, what in his highness' name is happening?", he yelled over the marching of their troops.
"Ligu that brainless idiot marched off alone. Most likely he wants all the Glory for himself!".
After some time Duran passed a sign. It was a white sign with red writing. To his surprise it was written in common and in another language he didn't recognize. On it wrote "Entering on your own discretion. We are firing Live ammo". Duran didn't know what that ment so he tor it down and marched onward all the while shouting encouraging words to his men.
-The Gate-
Falmart Calendar, 1291
Name: Nickolas Herman
Age: 24
Tac name: Trigger
I woke up to a shrill alarm. It was the Osean air alarm. Three high pitched howls followed by three quick ,"Incoming", announcements. I jumped into overdrive and put on my flight suit. Peeking through the Tent i saw that the whole base was in chaos. Soldiers ran frantically around. Some wounded others carrying bodybags with them.
"1st line of defense has been overrun! Fall back". This was my clue. They needed these jets in the air. As i ran to my fighter i stopped and stared in horror as a barrage of burning arrows flew towards us. I couldn't move i was like paralyzed. Suddenly a body rammed into mine and threw me to the side. It was Chloe. "You Okay?", she asked, panting heavily.
I nodded stupidly. "Okay, we need to get to our fighters. Our guys are getting overrun. There are like 100'000 of these fuckers".
"Got it". I replied and ran to an F-35B which was currently fueled up.
In the back ground i heard the rattling of the heavy M2 machine guns and automatic APC fire. The main guns of the Tank also made a distinct noise you wouldn't forget so fast. Especially standing next to one.
"Incoming!". Yelled a soldier as he pointed to the sky. A huge white Dragon with armor on swooped down low and spit, what looked like ice shards into the Trench, then it turned and flew towards us. I saw the riders eyes staring at me with determination when they suddenly disappeared. A flood of red Tracers passed my vision and disintegrated the Dragon and its riders. I looked behind me and saw a Shilka, it's barrels still smoking.
I strapped into the seat and tested my oxygen mask. Then turned on my plane and saw multiple errors. All of them came from navigational equipment inside the cockpit. I ignored them all as i pointed the thrusters downward and opened the fan behind the Cockpit. My engine roared to life as the grass below the main exhaust was immediately burned. With max thrust the plane slowly flew upwards. "This is Strider-1, i'm airborne". I said over the radio as turned my plane from Hover mode to normal fly mode. The main exhaust turned again to the back and the fan behind the Cockpit closed. I began pulling low speed flybys.
My radio came to life, "Strider, your new Callsign is Thunder-0-1. Thunder-0-2 will join you shortly after. Engage all aerial threats and then provide Close air for the troops. Over and out".
"Solid Copy". I said and immediately banked right towards the direction the enemy came from. I saw multiple Dragons hovering over pur boys' Trenches and harassing them. With a flick of a switch i switched my radar on. I was greeted by a ton of aerial targets and decided to engage the first one with my gun. I locked the Dragon into my sights and squeezed the trigger. A buzzing sound emitted from my plane as a burst of 20mm was released. The creature was torn apart mid air. I heard cries of joy over the Radio as Erusians and Oseans cheered when i did a flyby.
Trench, north of the Gate:
Sergeant Kelly Brooks was once again in a battle against medieval soldiers, the difference now, he was in their home and here they had a whole new set of toys. Arrow barrages hit them constantly. Once in a time a telephone pole like spear embedded itself next to the trench, the force of the impact sending soldiers flying. Then there where these damned Dragons. These scaly beasts harassed them the whole time. Either Ice shards or fire was thrown at them. Their Anti Air guns got destroyed by an Ballista, one of these telephones poles hit it.
So when another of these winged beasts came to finish the job a buzzing sound came from nowhere then a line of red tracers appeared and tor the Dragon apart. Seconds later he saw a pair of navigation lights on his Night vision goggles. His soldiers began to cheer as the winged reptile fell to the ground.
The good mood didn't stay for long tho, in the dark of the night a massive 4 meter tall ogre managed to sneak up to them. "Holy shit! An ogre! It's an Ogre".
"Fire everything you got!". Ordered Kelly. Their Tank support was redirected to another position because they also where harassed by Ogres. Calling the Tankers back would take to long so Kelly took matters into his own hands.
The massive beast screamed and grabbed one of three Osean Soldiers like a toy and bit his head off clean. "Fuck! No!".
Automatic Gun fire tor at the skin of the beast. It shielded its face with it's massive arm before letting out another scream. That damned thing advanced and stomped onto an Erusian soldier. Again automatic Gunfire. Now, when it screamed, Kelly was ready.
"Eat that Bitch!". He said and fired an Erusian RPG-7 into the face of the Ogre. The skull was hard enough to trigger the explosive warhead of the Rocket. It's head exploded in a mess of brain and blood. Kelly gave the launcher back to an Erusian who stuck another rocket into the tube and disengaged the safety. He stood over the Trench, looked back and yelled, "Backblast?", another soldier behind him yelled, "Clear!", and the Erusian squeezed the trigger. The Rocket was send down range and impacted into a group of Enemy soldiers.
"Command, please tell somebody to take out these damned archers!". Yelled Kelly over his radio after another barrage killed some of his soldiers. "We have a Team en route. Standby". These barrages became real problems as they prevented the Osean/Erusian combined force to advance.
Kelly muttered something under his breath and then took over the mounted M2 Machine gun and sprayed .50 cal down range. The 12.7mm round tor through the medieval armor like a hot knife through butter.
Captain Mitchell, after having a not so friendly talk about Trigger with Colonel McKinsey he got a new job. He and Basilisk would go deep behind enemy lines and cause havoc among their ranks. They'd call in air strikes and sabotage enemy equipment.
"This is Basilisk-0-1, i got visual on the Archers. Tell three strikes we're lasing the target".
"Understood Basilisk". Came the Reply.
"This is Thunder-0-1 for Basilisk. How Copy?".
"Thunder-0-1? Solid Copy". Mitchell looked confused, why didn't anyone inform them of the Call sign change?
"Pizza guys?". Mitchell smiled. He'd know that guy anywhere. "You must be Three strikes".
"Alright guys, give me the Laser, i can't see shit down there". Trigger said over the radio. Meanwhile the bomb bays opened on his F-35, revealing two laser guided Bombs.
"Trigger, hit this target. Laser's coming. Hit these bastards hard, they killed many of our comrades".
"Copy. Bombs away". As Trigger locked onto the Target he sent out both bombs. Like in slow motion the two cylindrical objects flew down towards the laser. The first one made Impact. A Huge firy explosion ripped through the earth. Seconds later the second one detonated. Trigger admired his work through his helmet visor when the confirmation came over radio.
"Three strikes, good effect on Target.
King Duran:
Duran arrived at the foot of the hill, it was erupting with explosions and red lines came out of it. Men dropped dead left and right. Duran looked shocked at the sight in front of him. He thought the enemy was weak, he thought they would beat them with their superior numbers but now explosions rocked the earth and the Wyverns dropped out of the skies like flys. Out of all the chaos, Duke Ligu arrived.
"Haha! Duran my old friend. We almost took the hill back".
Duran stared in disbelief, "You are delusional! How many men did you lose already!?", Duran yelled into his face.
Ligu just straight out laughed. "Does it matter? Haha we came out as winners where the imperial forces failed". Duran wanted to pull his Sword out and stab Ligu right into the neck.
A soldier from Ligus army came running, he looked scared and worried. "Duke Ligu! They took out the Archers and the trebuchets. Our men have no Cover!". Duke Ligus face expression changed from happy and victorious to absolute fear and anger in just seconds. "What?! How!?".
A Arrow shaped flying object screeched passed them at a low altitude and shredded a Wyvern trying to attack. Duran held his helmet as it threatened to fall off.
The soldiers screamed in fear and cowered down. Ligu, after getting his shit together, pulled the soldier back up. "What in the name of his majesty is happening?! What was that?!". The soldier didn't reply but was crying his eyes out.
"For fucks sake!", Ligu screamed. A moment later they spotted another of these flying machines. This one looked different. It's wings where angled downward. Duran observed in horror as the tip of this machine went up in smoke and a red line came out of it. With speeds Duran could have never imagined, the line impacted the troops he brought with him and tor them apart.
"Watch out!", yelled Duran in vain. Then the other one came flying. Again the tip went up in smoke and a red line of destruction tor apart his men. In the dim lights of the torches he managed to spot two cylindrical objects coming seemingly out of the belly of that thing. Seconds later the near perimeter blew up in a firy explosion. Duran was thrown back into a ditch where he passed out.
Meanwhile some soldiers from the Gate managed to sneak up on Ligu's position.
Without saying a word they opened fire on the first Soldier. Ligu turned around and stared straight into a barrel of an loaded MK-18 set on Full automatic. "One move and your fucking dead!". Said the man in front of him in a language Ligu could not understand. But since he was only used to Swords, bows, spears and Shields he didn't know the danger that object posed so he decided to Attack. Big mistake on his end and he knew it but it was kinda to late as the 5.56mm rounds tor through his body and face.
A/N:
Holy fuck... my longest chapter yet. And yes i revealed Triggers name. Of course it ain't cannon and all but i liked the name.