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06-29-2018, 09:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2018, 09:10 PM by Seperallis.)
* * Elsewhere * *
In Zeebrugge, the defenders were mildly perplexed at the sudden retreat of the Imperialist Legion and the Soyabarian army, before the battle for the city had even really begun. Much like their enemy, they were far from the events in the east, though they knew even less, having very limited communications with the outside. Eventually, though, the word of an odd, unannounced intervention reached them, and while they didn't yet know the nature of who has behind it, they were nonetheless glad that someone else recognized the holy and divine rightness of their cause.
It was enough to lift a man's spirits.
Near the middle of the country, skirmishes and attacks continued on the stationary Soyabaran armies, making sure to keep small and well hidden, in constant attempts to harass the invaders and keep them locked in place. Unfortunately, this was becoming harder to do as the Brigidnans established themselves a headquarters and began to scout afield and establish zones of control to keep their command safe, which greatly reduced the available openings for attack.
And then, strange new forces entered the ranks. it started with foreign scouts, which identified themselves as "volunteers" from abroad to serve the cause of Vamana Uldana; these men were well equipped, even more so than the Disciples and after short greetings and coordination meetings, were wholly welcomed into the ranks. Later, though, arrived the airstrikes on the headquarters of the first and second armies, the battles in the skies, and the arrive of what were very obviously armored columns from Ishnalla. More and more, a base was forming in the jungles near New Heere, and a plan was coming together: at the command of the Ishnalli forces, the new joint freedom force would strike at the bogged-down enemy when they were ready, with the Ishnalli leading the way.
* * Drassari Airbase * *
Among the group of disciples that made up the skeleton "force" keeping the base in nominal control and running order, one man stood out, shorter than the rest and in some conspicuously finer clothing that clashed far too loudly with both their jungle environment and the snubnosed rifle strapped around him. And those stupid shades...nevertheless they all wore the same weathered sun-bronze skin and shaved heads.
This man, who had introduced himself as a "Mister Huis" in their short exchange of words before the Ritual, now came forth from his companions to meet on the tarmac. "Bogand, I see, we are glad we have been sent the best, but I am not paid to flatter. Here, yes, is the situation."
Why did he have a habit of smiling while talking. Not even he knew.
The Mr. Huis pulled a rather dumb-looking smart device from his pocket, and pulled up an odd, rudimentary thing called a Battle Order and Our Baddies Simulation. Handing the device to Bogand even though he could clearly see the screen anyway, the man continued.
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"Bogand, I see, You are not needing to concern with stalemates; we will let the colonizers bleed themselves for a time on these Ishnalli bullets. No, yes, there is a more important task that is suicide for my men, but very, very quite important, yes, while the colonizers cannot move well or fight. Yes, too deep in the trees, we have them stopped."
The odd little man pointed to the coast, to a point within the brown blob near Zeebrugge. "This, yes, this is the target, the harbor and facility built after the colonizers landed. All supplies, all people, everything comes through here. I think you know what must be done to it, yes? But an army stands in the way of it, and they are ready for an attack. But you will succeed, for you are Bogand, and the colonizers will starve or feast on our bullets. Yes."
In Zeebrugge, the defenders were mildly perplexed at the sudden retreat of the Imperialist Legion and the Soyabarian army, before the battle for the city had even really begun. Much like their enemy, they were far from the events in the east, though they knew even less, having very limited communications with the outside. Eventually, though, the word of an odd, unannounced intervention reached them, and while they didn't yet know the nature of who has behind it, they were nonetheless glad that someone else recognized the holy and divine rightness of their cause.
It was enough to lift a man's spirits.
Near the middle of the country, skirmishes and attacks continued on the stationary Soyabaran armies, making sure to keep small and well hidden, in constant attempts to harass the invaders and keep them locked in place. Unfortunately, this was becoming harder to do as the Brigidnans established themselves a headquarters and began to scout afield and establish zones of control to keep their command safe, which greatly reduced the available openings for attack.
And then, strange new forces entered the ranks. it started with foreign scouts, which identified themselves as "volunteers" from abroad to serve the cause of Vamana Uldana; these men were well equipped, even more so than the Disciples and after short greetings and coordination meetings, were wholly welcomed into the ranks. Later, though, arrived the airstrikes on the headquarters of the first and second armies, the battles in the skies, and the arrive of what were very obviously armored columns from Ishnalla. More and more, a base was forming in the jungles near New Heere, and a plan was coming together: at the command of the Ishnalli forces, the new joint freedom force would strike at the bogged-down enemy when they were ready, with the Ishnalli leading the way.
* * Drassari Airbase * *
Among the group of disciples that made up the skeleton "force" keeping the base in nominal control and running order, one man stood out, shorter than the rest and in some conspicuously finer clothing that clashed far too loudly with both their jungle environment and the snubnosed rifle strapped around him. And those stupid shades...nevertheless they all wore the same weathered sun-bronze skin and shaved heads.
This man, who had introduced himself as a "Mister Huis" in their short exchange of words before the Ritual, now came forth from his companions to meet on the tarmac. "Bogand, I see, we are glad we have been sent the best, but I am not paid to flatter. Here, yes, is the situation."
Why did he have a habit of smiling while talking. Not even he knew.
The Mr. Huis pulled a rather dumb-looking smart device from his pocket, and pulled up an odd, rudimentary thing called a Battle Order and Our Baddies Simulation. Handing the device to Bogand even though he could clearly see the screen anyway, the man continued.
"Bogand, I see, You are not needing to concern with stalemates; we will let the colonizers bleed themselves for a time on these Ishnalli bullets. No, yes, there is a more important task that is suicide for my men, but very, very quite important, yes, while the colonizers cannot move well or fight. Yes, too deep in the trees, we have them stopped."
The odd little man pointed to the coast, to a point within the brown blob near Zeebrugge. "This, yes, this is the target, the harbor and facility built after the colonizers landed. All supplies, all people, everything comes through here. I think you know what must be done to it, yes? But an army stands in the way of it, and they are ready for an attack. But you will succeed, for you are Bogand, and the colonizers will starve or feast on our bullets. Yes."