-All-Out War-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

FOB Italica, Call sign "Goliath"

The city of Italica had undergone a remarkable transformation in recent months. Once a war-torn outpost, it had become a thriving hub of recovery and cooperation, thanks to the combined efforts of Osean Marines and Erusian soldiers. Their alliance had brought stability to the previously chaotic streets, allowing local merchants and townspeople to rebuild their lives. The fortified walls of Italica were now closely monitored by both forces, their presence a symbol of hope for the city.

The Command Center, call sign "Goliath" maintained constant vigilance, monitoring all activity within the city and its gates to ensure that no threat could breach Italica's defenses. Life within the walls had slowly begun to return to normal, though a sense of wariness always lingered in the background.

At one of Italica's main gates, a man limped toward the entrance, drawing the attention of the soldiers stationed there. His appearance was ragged, his clothes torn, and his face streaked with blood and dirt. He stumbled forward, dragging his leg as if gravely injured.

"Hey, you alright?" one of the Osean Marines called out, his voice filled with concern as he approached cautiously. An Erusian soldier standing nearby kept a watchful eye on the stranger.

The man collapsed near the gate, clutching his side and groaning in apparent pain. "Please… help me… bandits… attacked on the road…" he wheezed, his breath ragged, as though he had barely survived the ordeal.

The Marine hesitated, his gut churning with unease, but signaled for a medic. A few soldiers and curious civilians began to gather around. The Marine and the Erusian soldier lifted the man to his feet, guiding him further into the city toward the medic station.

"We've got you. Hang in there," the Marine reassured, though suspicion tugged at him. Something felt off. The man's breathing had changed—it was heavier, erratic.

As they reached the square, the Erusian soldier noticed something strange—a glint of wire under the man's tunic. His heart froze.

"IED! IED!" the Erusian soldier screamed, his voice filled with terror. Without hesitation, he lunged at the man, trying to shield the others from the imminent blast.

Before he could act, the man's face twisted into a crazed grin. "Heil Zorzal!" he bellowed.

The words echoed through the square, confusing those who heard them. Before anyone could react, the man tore open his tunic, revealing a vest rigged with explosives.

Time seemed to freeze for a split second before the vest detonated in a blinding flash. The explosion shook the square, sending soldiers, civilians, and debris flying in all directions. The brave Erusian soldier, who had thrown himself onto the bomber, took the brunt of the blast, but the explosion still tore through the square, leaving devastation in its wake.

Shattered glass, broken stone, and bodies littered the square. Italica, a city that had moments ago been enjoying fragile peace, was now filled with smoke, screams, and chaos.

"Goliath! Goliath! This is Patrol-16! Explosion in the city square! Multiple injured and many dead. We need medics and reinforcements now!" a Marine's frantic voice crackled over the radio, barely audible over the chaos.

Same Time at Fort Harling

At Fort Harling, tensions were escalating.

"Station, this is Foxtrot-2-November. We have multiple blips on our scope coming up from the north. What are the UAVs saying?" came the urgent transmission from one of the radar sites surrounding the fort.

There was a brief pause before Station responded, the operator's voice tinged with uncertainty. "Foxtrot-2-November, this is Station. UAVs in that area show clear skies. I don't know what's happening."

The airwaves crackled with tension as more radar sites began picking up unusual activity.

"Station, this is Foxtrot-4-November. I've got a ton of aerial contacts on my radar from the southeast. Please verify," came another voice, this time from a different radar checkpoint, concern laced in his tone.

"Foxtrot-4-November, this is Station… uh, we have nothing on the UAV footage. Everything's showing clear on our end," the operator replied, clearly perplexed. The UAV feeds showed clear skies—no aircraft, no movement—yet the radar sites were lighting up with contacts.

"Foxtrot-1-November, this is Station. Is your radar also showing unusual activity?" the operator's voice crackled over the comms, unease creeping in.

There was silence.

The operator, frowning, leaned closer to the console. He tried again, more urgently. "Foxtrot-1-November, do you read me?"

More silence.

Suddenly, the radio came to life, but it wasn't the calm, routine response they had expected. Instead, the voice that screamed through the comms was laced with panic and chaos.

"Station, this is Foxtrot-1-November! We're under attack by air and ground forces! Marine units are being overrun! We need reinforcements ASAP!"

The operator froze for a moment, the weight of the situation sinking in as alarms blared throughout Fort Harling. The distant radar blips that had seemed like a mystery moments ago were now revealed as the prelude to a full-scale assault.

"Station, this is UAV Control!" A frantic voice cut through the comms. "All our UAVs have been compromised! We are under attack!"

The operator at Fort Harling paused for a split second, the gravity of the situation rapidly escalating. The clear skies reported by the UAVs suddenly made sense—it wasn't an error. The UAVs had been compromised.

"Repeat, UAV Control—what's happening?!" the operator demanded, his voice tense as alarms echoed in the background.

"Enemy forces have taken control of the UAVs! We've lost all contact!" the voice on the other end shouted, gunfire and explosions echoing in the background. "We're losing our UAV infrastructure—request immediate reinforcements!"

The situation was spiraling out of control. The blips detected by the radar sites weren't just a mystery; they were part of a coordinated attack. With the UAVs compromised, the enemy now had eyes on every corner of Fort Harling's airspace, leaving the defenders blind.

"All stations, prepare for imminent engagement! All units outside the wire are ordered to withdraw and defend Fort Harling at all costs!"

A/N:

So this is a very short chapter because this serves more like a sneen peek or Trailer to what will come.

War is here boys and girls!