The ground shook as fireballs streaked across the starry night, high caliber artillery shells returning the favor only to be met buy a hail of frozen shivs that pounded the defenses of the Grand Human Union like heavy weather machine guns. Officers shouted orders as soldier rushed into the trenches and bunkers, hot bullet casings falling rhythmically on to the moist ground as machine guns and rifles began to open up. As the hill began to light up from bullets and rockets and shells, flares where shot up, bringing faux sunlight into the sky that shone brighter than the stars or the moon.

Across the plains, laid with a crop of land mines planted just a few hours earlier and already for harvest and guarded by a wall of sharp razor wire, the armies of the Empire where startled by such brightness in what they thought would have been pitch black darkness. They had carefully spent hours planning and carefully walking to try and ambush the strange invaders who wielded exotic magic they have never seen before, magic that could bring more death in an instant than the God of Death himself it seemed. But their resolve was unwavering and their lines would not break to the invaders. Yet. Although no one said anything about it, it would seem that the victor had already been decided and the Gods did not side with the Empire this time.

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"Alright everybody up!" Captain Saiyako yelled into the oversized shipping container which was acting as the barracks, the beds on one side pressed against the wall with their ruffled blankets testament to the speed which their occupants got out, all of which stood at attention drawing a bit of welcomed surprised from the Fusan captain; these guys seemed to be doing a better job than he did at their rank.

"First Recon Unit ready, sir!" one of the soldiers at the front yelled in their loudest voice, arguably competing with the outside fighting to see who could blow out everyone's eardrums first as it rung through the metal box.

"Good, everybody on me." Saiyako ordered in his calm, stern voice, much more professional than it normally was. Watching as everyone put on their respective helmets and pick up their guns, he walked to face the battle unfolding in front of them. With his unit behind him, Saiyako cut a path through the rest of people running around base; people carrying the wounded, hauling ammunition or trying to make their way to the front littered the grounds like a moving forest. Drawing out his warblade and using the hue it gave off against the night sky as a rally point for his men, Saiyako directed them to the defenses, "Everyone move! Into the trenches!"

Looking down at his wrist-mounted datapad, he got a rough idea of all the people under his command. Saiyako had actually failed to not only remember their names, but hadn't even given them a proper greeting prior to this point with the First Recon taking orders from various sergeants and lieutenants on how to get set up at base rather than him. Hopefully they'll all live for the proper welcome here. Saiyako thought to himself as he wondered what the men and women under him had first thought about their commanding officer, not ever having seen him.

Snapping out of his thoughts as he raised his armor to block another incoming hail of frozen ice, Saiyako began shouting orders as loud as he could, casually moving through the trenches as soldiers from across the Union fired off into the distance.

"Sokoloff, and you two. Get into this bunker and get that MG back up!" Saiyako pointed to the bunker they were passing that harbored a room full of wounded who appeared to have gotten some for of electrical weaponry shot at them, "Tauret! Check on the wounded in that bunker and then go the the second line medical station unless you feel like doing surgery while getting shot at."

"Farraday and Valentine, grab a handful of people and get up to the left flank; I'm getting reports that a group of giant-orge-troll looking creatures are breaking through! Iostan, go with them as well! The rest of you follow me!" The captain felt chills repelling down his spine as he said those words, this was truly a fantasy world now.

Saiyako hoped that he hadn't forgotten anyone, but given it was him, he probably did. Although he did rectify it a little after realizing that the unit's sniper wasn't in a good spot, "Oberherr, get to one of the towers and start picking targets."

Watching the girl go, Saiyako looked back down at his datapad, calmly tapping buttons on the screen, "Requesting activation of ARMA Unit 0-N1, arrival to be at my position."

"Copy that captain, ARMA Unit 0-N1 on its way, ETA less than a minute" the radio operator back at base replied.

Pushing other soldiers out of his way, Captain Saiyako watched a giant EVA unit was currently engaged in a fierce punching contest with a larger species of troll monsters; every hit the metal man landed sending blood and teeth flying until the EVA picked up the troll and threw it into the ground, sending it off with a mighty stomp that cause blood to adorn the unit's legs as the captain hear an audible crunch.

"Captain Hwangi Saiyako," a robotic voice spoke from behind him, "ARMA Unit designation 0-N1 "Oni" reporting as combat ready. I would recommend someone of your rank and reported incompetence to retreat back to safety."

Saiyako would be lying if he said he didn't want to punch this robot, he already got enough snark about his work ethic from humans. An AI giving him sass was about one of the least helpful things it could do. "Fuck you too." Saiyako snapped back and ordered, "Get you metallic ass onto the front and hold down the ground." It wasn't his style to hide behind some stone wall in the backlines even if it was basically an unofficial protocol; he had soldiers to look after. After all, one of the things they made very clear in officer training school was that the officer in charge of a unit was responsible for the well being of the soldiers. At least that's what he got out of it.

Rushing up front lines, he could feel just how different this world was compared to Fuso, no, the galaxy he came from. The ground shook once again as gunpowder began to fill the air. Whatever emotion he had going on right now, fear was not one of them. Instead, he felt excited; here he was in a brand new land full of new things and even if he was in the middle of a war, he couldn't help but feel that there was something so mystical and so fantastic of this world. In the strangest way, he felt blessed to be on this beautiful world.

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"Yes, Captain!" Soko attempted to shout over the sound of gunfire and explosions. Without wanting to waste time the PRN soldier imminently started sprinting towards the bunker while being sure to keep his head down, after all it would be a shame to be killed just by exposing himself from the relative safety of the trench. Soko knew little about the three others with him, although out of everyone he probably was most familiar with the woman. He picked out she was from Fuso, and was a medic, well potentially since both of these "facts" were assumptions based purely off her armor alone.

Once inside the bunker Soko had to tiptoe over the various wounded housed within, many which were writhing in pain and the noise was the worse of it all, he never really like the sounds of suffering, but who did? At the far end of the bunker was the machine gun, its former operator no where to be seen, maybe he was pulled to do something else or it could be the guy was wounded, still Soko supposed the reason didn't quite matter anymore. When at the weapon the first thing he did was check the ammunition, fortunately for him it seemed almost all of the belt was still unused, now if he were to be firing for any extended amount of time he will need to be resupplied, but for the moment this should do.

Soko placed his own assault rifle on the ground beside him, and took his place behind the machine gun to grasp with both hands. Even through the darkness of night he was able to make out the silhouettes of the enemy, this was on no small thanks due to the flares that illuminated the sky of course. The solider took a deep breath then pulled the trigger to start sending barrages of .50 caliber rounds into the fantasy troops out in the field below. His first experiences into this world really weren't what he expected honestly, although to be fair maybe it was foolish to expect the native people who called this land home to do nothing, he certainly can understand the sentiment. Even then he had to wonder why these men were throwing themselves at an enemy who were far more powerful, they had to know it was suicide, right?

Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine

Just a few days before these events...
Donovan had been waiting for his supervisor to say something. Believing he was about to be promoted even further. Donovan had been doing so well, and he hadn't heard from his parents in a little while maybe this was a surprise for him. His ego was reaching the clouds at that moment. The smile on his face, couldn't be contained. But he immediately felt it crashed down, as he observed his supervisor's blank expression turned into his 'I have bad news' face. When he finally spoke up to explain why he had been sent here. Donovan got up off his chair and slammed his fists down violently against the desk he was sitting in front of causing the stack of papers on his leading supervisor's desk to scatter all around. “Demoted!? What gives you the right to put me back to corporal status?” Donovan snapped in a raised and enraged tone of voice. The supervisor remained calm and just looked at him with a serious stare.

“We were sent an anonymous message from one of our soldiers that you slept with another solider last night and it's our law that even if the report is unfounded. We must demote both accused of anything higher than corporal status, until further evaluation. We can't have anyone leading a large group who can't be trusted to follow our code. I'm sorry Donovan, it isn't permanent but you will have to accept the higher ups decision. Do I make myself clear?” The supervisor stated bluntly. Donovan just listened covering his facial reaction that would have been a scowl across his face as he calmed himself down quickly. Donovan just nodded his head at him in the eyes. “Crystal clear, sir...” Donovan stated nearly spitting in disgust. Donovan left in a hurry, as soon as he was dismissed as he knew exactly who he had to punish for this. As his supervisor let out a huge relieved sigh as if he was wary of anyone that wasn't above him it would have been Valentine, but the supervisor told himself, that he would get over it fast.

Donovan did not get over it, he was still furious. After a long telephone conversation with his parents on his private line. He immediately walked toward another soldier’s bunker around all of their lunch breaks, knowing she'd be there and be alone. He burst through the door seeing a girl wearing her solider gear, just without her helmet on. With short black hair, her back was to him as he quickly approached her. She turned hearing someone behind her, believing it was simply one of her bunkmates as he reached at her and grabbed her neck. Donovan pushed her to the edge of her bunker, gripping her throat tightly. As she started to act startled as she was struggling to get him to stop. Donovan didn't let her have enough air to scream out. “You got me demoted with your fat mouth...but don't think that you have gotten the better of me. I already called me parents. You'll be out of the military before the night. No one pisses me off.” Donovan stated to her in a cold tone ignoring what she was gasping out and he was finished with her and lets go of her throat she starts to cough out to catch her breath, Donovan left her bunker, before she even had time to protest that it wasn't her that said a word. The rest of day went peacefully, he spent it sipping a glass of wine sitting and reading an old history book eating his lunch just waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, he awoke to learn the next day, that female solider was no longer in their group.

Back to the present...
Donovan was looking up at the night sky seeing literal fire shoot across it. As the sounds of explosion and blasting of gunfire was getting all to familiar to him that he was able to drown it out. He was remaining quite calm and could notice that some of the others were a little on edge. Focusing on looking around at all his fellow soldiers. “Copy that, Captain!” Donovan replied loud and clearly. He instantly turned to several others nearby him and did a hand motion expressing to move out. As Donovan headed to the left flank with the other soldiers he ordered following closely behind him. Donovan quickly arrived at his destination with the other soldiers. He could tell by the very word of a 'giant orge' made others fearful of what would happen.

But behind his helmet was covering a excited grin, he couldn't wait to shoot and kill it. This new world they had entered, he didn't know what was there. But he didn't want to rest until it all surrendered or was no longer moving. Making sure he and everyone else he ordered arrived on location first. As he pulled out his M-54A1 Battle Rifle, fully prepared. He looked at Farraday who was ordered to also come to the left flank with him and the troops he brought along. “Have we confirmed sighting yet?” Donovan called out as he had yet to see what was reported.

The young flame trooper jammed his helmet on his head, the red lenses covering his eyes. The mask hung from the side of the helmet, waiting to be returned to combat position. Aziz grabbed his flamethrower and hooked it on his back as he marched out, keeping a hand on his sidearm. He squinted as the night sky was illuminated with flares. In the distance, he saw darkened hulking figures battling with mechs, gunfire into the distance. It was loud, it was bright, it was dangerous. The captain barked at Aziz to join the soldiers taking on an ogre. He grimaced as he remembered those monstrosities charging through the gate, smashing four soldiers into the concrete in one blow. He gave a crisp "Yes, sir!" and ran to join the others. Aziz pulled his flamethrower off his back and started jogging with the other men. One of them, the one called Valentine, seemed to be taking charge. The young Ennedian jogged up next to him as he asked if they've confirmed sighting.

"Valentine, right? Corporal Iostan. Listen, I faced these abominations in Praeterii. They're big, bad, and ugly. Their skin can take a hell of a beating before it's pierced and they're as strong as a bulldozer. Luckily, they don't like fire. At all. If I can get in close and torch the bastard, you boys can light him up without his tough skin being an issue."

Aziz looked up as he heard the roar of the ogre and the sound of gunfire got closer. A flash of light from an artillery gun revealed a massive creature, purple in hue, with a pig/wolf combination of a face and red eyes. Aziz grimaced again as he pulled on his mask, it clicking into place. It was about to get hairy.

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Zelda stood at attention as the Captain walked in, her sniper rifle on it's butt at her side. The captain ordered them to move and she did, popping the rifle up into her hands and marching out with the rest of the soldiers. She stepped outside and heard the sounds of war. The captain started barking orders. Zelda glimpsed hulking figures out in the field, trying to fight their way through the fence. This armor was supposedly technologically inferior, but it seemed 1st Recon had it's hands full right now. "Oberherr, get to one of the towers and start picking targets."

Zelda gave a brisk salute and raced to one of the towers along the fringes of the fence. She shouldered her rifle and quickly scaled the ladder. The tower was much like a hunting stand, except taller and tougher. She reached the top and quickly propped her rifle up, peering through the scope. Zelda quickly surveyed the scene. It was an uphill fight for the enemy, literally. The hill itself wasn't incredibly steep, but the combination of razor wire and landmines made it all the more dangerous. Nevertheless, they'd been hammering away at the unit's defenses. Some of the big creatures had been able to break through and were fighting their way through the remainder of the fence. Zelda spotted one such vagabond, a tall creature, had to be at least 7 feet. Ugly, but was wearing sturdy looking armor. But what Zelda had read about medieval squad tactics, this wasn't a leader. She sighted in on the creature and noticed about a dozen foot soldiers following behind him. They were using the big bastard as cover. Zelda aimed at the troll, directly where his heart would be, and fired. The rifle recoiled as the bullet zoomed through the air and hit it's mark. Zelda saw the troll stumble and go down, crashing in a cloud of dust.

She smiled as she saw the men scramble for cover. She quickly aimed and pulled the trigger again. Another one down. The men started to back up now. Zelda noticed more big creatures fighting their way through the fences and decided these guys weren't worth it. She turned to her left and saw a mounted MG with a soldier on it. "Hey, Northeast, we got a group of hostiles trying to make their way through!" The soldier searched for a moment and shouted "Yeah, I got 'em." His face lit up with the muzzle flash of his machine gun as he rained fire on the foot soldiers. Zelda peered back through her scope and saw as the enemy was ripped apart. She moved her attention to a trio of trolls who were getting closer. She steadied her breathing as she lined up a shot on one of their heads. She squeezed the trigger.

Bull's Eye.

Sergent Tauret

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This night has turned into a shit storm. Where the thought of tired Sergent Tauret as she scrambled out of her bunk. Hearing the very clear sounds of battle raging on outside.
"Great... just the wake up call I wanted."" the Sergent thought as she quickly geared up and activated her drone which she made sure was kept in the barracks with her at night so no one would try steal it. Following the Captain out of the make shift barracks she stuck close to him best she could. Climbing into the trenches at his order making sure to keep her head down and drone close so she wouldn't get hit. The last thing she wanted was get killed here in the first battle as the would just be embarrassing. Looking at the captain armor she could tell the captain was a fellow Fusan. Which instantly eared him several dozen points in her book, the last thing she wanted was to ordered around by some snobby little puffed up Terran who barely knew his ass from his elbow.

As the captain began giving out orders Anat paid close attention to his words having to just to make out what the man was saying. The woman nodding when the captain gave her orders.
"YES SIR!" She shouted in response instinctively a small grin plastered on her face at the idea of doing field surgery in a combat heavy zone. Moving towards the bunker quickly as she could while minimizing how much of herself she exposed herself to potential fire. Not knowing what enemy had the gall to attack the unions camp.

Once inside the bunker Anat did a quick scan of the soldiers inside and if she had not been in a battle situation she could have shown a very worried look. A lot of these solider looked like they had high level burns and smelt like burnt meat. But a basic look over wasn't enough she'd need to give each one a examination and give them something for the pain they surly had to be feeling. Not wasting anytime Anat set her rifle down by one of the wounded and took off her Medical pack and began to examine the soldiers who look the most wounded so mostly like needed her attention more. Her first step was to inject the solider with a small dose of strong painkillers before quickly setting her drone built in light on and shinned it on the soldier she started to examine. Even with outside sky lit up like a Christmas tree the light in bunker was still poor so she needed extra light to see what she was doing properly. Trust the union not to put a headlamp in a medical kit.

It didn't take long for Anat to find the level of the burns of the worst of soldiers where beyond the level of care she could provide. Needing almost her entire stock of burn-gel just to treat of one of them. Their burns going so deep some of them where lucky to still be alive. All she could do for them was give them a dose of painkillers and radio a medical station to collect them. But she could see some off them wouldn't last long without treatment. Anat all to aware of how fragile the human body could be. Those that got luckily and where not so badly injured left and did what she could for the most injured even if she couldn't get them treat them full she could at the very least try to stabilize them.

Her first step to this was to begin by applying a burn gel the worst of the burns. The gel sealing the burns form the outside world and drawing whatever heat was still lingering out of the wound. Then moved on to the old traditional gauze and bandages for the more minor burns and any other injuries that needed covering. Small cuts got examined and then ignored if they looked free of debris and somewhat clean. Anat not having no time for such minor things she had to treat more sever injures to ensure the soldiers lived then move on. In this situation where she had more then one person she couldn't justify surgery on any of them she had to try keep as many as she could alive then move on.

As the sound of fighting still waged on outside the bunker all Anat could hear was the pained groans of those she hadn't gotten to yet. Which started to bother her it acting as a reminder no matter how quickly she worked people where still suffering. When the other soldier started opening up with the MG, Anat was very grateful as noise it made drowned out a good chunk of the pained groans and allowed Anat better focus. She hated the sound of suffering more them most it being one of the few things that ate at her calm battlefield persona.

Bells welcomed the sun to its mid-morning position, a gentle breeze carried the song of birds who called out to the wind. However, not all was right, an air of despair had hung around the clouds today it seemed, tainted by the recent news no doubt, Eko Donpare, the Incarnate of Tenzayn the God of Change, could feel it as he marveled at the overall beauty of the weather and the city.

From his position atop the grand belfry of the Imperial temple, Eko looked down into the city of Imperia, heart land of the Empire. How much it had changed in the past 800 years, Eko could still recall a time when the roads where roughly pounded dirt and houses were no more than single story huts. Now the roads where made of identical cobble stone squares and some buildings had already gone beyond their fourth floor with the help of magic. How mortals progressed was quite amazing and very encouraged by him, Tenzayn relied on such change increase his own power, compensating for a lack of dedicated worshippers, and in turn would grant some outstanding individuals with moments of genius to induce more change.

Of course, today was a day of perhaps the greatest change up in Eko's life time, maybe even beyond that. Word had spread quickly that a portal had opened some great distance away and now the people were a panicking. Thus the Emperor had to get off his wrinkly old ass and give a speech to make people calm down. To say it garnered a small crowd was a vast understatement; even from his position Eko could tell that people from every edge of the empire and possibly beyond it had gathered into one giant mass of flesh. Their voices laced with worry and fear, some of the braver or fool heartier ones had a most boastful ring to them as they proclaimed how they would be a great warrior who'd drive the invaders back from which they came.

Eko just laughed; he wasn't sure if even Incarnates would be able to take them on, the Gods had been watching them since they set foot on Deaus. Mere mortal armies would undoubtedly be slaughtered by the hundreds. At least the God of War and Death would have a field day, Eko almost felt bad for that Incarnate. Almost.

"Citizens of the Empire." a voice boomed past the crowds making Eko turn his head, assisted by magic to carry it beyond the grand plaza, the Emperor had finally made his arrival, "As many of you know, strange men from somewhere far beyond have made an arrival on to our lands. This is unquestionably perhaps not just the greatest challenge of a generation, but perhaps that of all the Empire's history. We know little of them but that they bring strange creations and constructs beyond the understanding of even our greatest minds fail to comprehend. But fear not, I have the utmost confidence that we will prevail and stay strong; potentially prospering from these new people who have come from a world away."

The crowd had mix reactions, some felt reassured that it seemed the Emperor had a plan and everything under control, others demanded bloodshed against these invaders who dared march on their home lands. Petty squabbles, small melees and aggressive debates broke out between people of all age and ranking, thankfully there had been enough guards and leveled headed individuals who ensure that there was no full on riot.

As for Eko, Eko just smiled as a flip of his coat he changed his appearance to that of his female form. These foreigners had brought great change to this world, something which both Eko and Tenzayn would approve of. Jumping off the ledge of the building, Eko wondered what she would be doing next, perhaps go and bother some of the legendary leaders who would no doubt be somewhere near the front or mess around in the streets of Imperia with some of the kids. Then again, she had heard that something intersting was going on in Maverin. Ahh... decisions, decisions.

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Soko continued spraying bullets into the ranks of enemy soldiers, not letting up the trigger for even a second since with such a target rich environment accuracy wasn't exactly needed. Behind him he could hear the medic tending to the wounded, while he knew absolutely nothing about the human body and how to fix up wounds, he assumed she was probably taking care of those horrible burns. Eventually however the ammo belt ran dry, Soko wasn't a least bit surprised at this as he was seriously burning through rounds. The engineer was about to pull up his radio and perhaps request for a resupply when he noticed a few boxes on the other side of the bunker. He must've missed them when he came in, maybe due to the poor lighting, or could be he was simply too occupied.

The Corporal patted one of the random soldier's back before making his way to those boxes, if they contained more rounds then he would be saved from the effort of radioing in. As Soko passed by the medic he was admittedly impressed with how quickly she worked, especially considering they were still in a live battle. Perhaps she wouldn't notice when he nodded and smiled in her direction, mostly happy to know they had a competent medic.

Now at the boxes Soko picked one up only to frown at it, looked like the case was locked, and without light he couldn't exactly see anything. He placed the box down then reached for his engineering kit to find a headlamp. Once with some sort of light source Soko finally knew what he was dealing with, mainly that the case was secured with a simple electronic lock. He of course didn't have the code, so his only other option was to force it open... well he still could radio those supplies in, but that would take time. He examined the lock a little more closely to decide on what tools he'll need. He pulled out an old fashioned screwdriver, a sensor tool used to find live wires, and a small pair of cutters.

First he unscrewed the protective case on the lock to expose the wiring within, what he saw was encouraging as the circuitry was very familiar to him. Next he started poking a few wires with the senor, he was looking for a certain response the determine which wires were active, then from there he could figure out what order to cut them. A minute later Soko was confident he found the right sequence and got right to cutting them. After he severed the last connection, the case popped open with a audible click. "Ah, finally got you!" A happy Soko exclaimed. Unfortunately the contents weren't what he was hoping for, instead he found various medical supplies, he reasoned it was left here for the wounded. That said his efforts weren't for nothing, these were useful anyway.

"Hey!" Soko started. "Do you think you can use these?" He closed the box and brought it right over to the medic, then smiled. "I got no idea why this was left behind for, but I think we can probably get away with it given how we're in still combat, and there's wounded, right?" He didn't give her much time to respond, as much he really wouldn't mind a conversation right about now, it also wasn't the time for idle chatter, plus he still had to work on the other boxes to see if they had ammunition. With that Soko quickly got to work on the next lock, maybe this will be the one.

Sergent Tauret

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Her head was swimming in thoughts too many thoughts for her as she worked. So much so Anat have started muttering to herself in order to keep her thoughts in order and to focus on treatment not the reason or how as to how they got hurt. That wasn't her concern she was merely dealing with the end result. That's all that mattered, a proper doctor with his proper equipment would found out how they got hurt in detail.
One by one Anat did all she could to help the wounded most of which while unable to keep fighting, would level to see the next day in the land beyond the portal. Several she had bought them time until a medical team came... hopefully in time. So far all of them had been treatable on some level but she using up her supplies quickly.
"Why are there so many solider in here? Where that having some sort of meeting?" she muttered to herself as she bandaged one wound with the speed only years of practice and a high level of confidence could manage.

It was then the other soldier stop firing the MG Anat paused for a second, looking over at him before frowning annoyed that the sounds of suffering where once more easier to hear. Although now thanks to Anats work a it wasn't so bad as portion of the soldiers had the worst of their wounds treated and doses up with pain killers. It was long after that other solider stopped firing came over to her with box of medical supplies. Anat looking at him as he spoke then though the box quickly. It containing a lot of high grade supplies stuff that should still locked up in the supply area, given it was in a locked container.
Yes I can. Thank you. If there any issue with me using this I'll handle it. But I doubt there will be." she stated plainly and went back to work and muttering to herself although this time she would glance over at the other soldier with her to make sure he was still alive and not injured.

Anat was in the middle of administrating extra treatment one of the badly injured soldiers since she now had some more supplies. When she realized thanks to a stray thought she hadn't even told the other soldier her name. Something that normally was considered rude. But given the current situation no one could blame her. Moving on to another badly injured soldier Anat was surprised to find him dead. The medic merely looking at the man for a moment. She took his dog tag and closed the man empty open eyes.
"Find peace in the arms of the primarch. May you always be remembered." she said sounding almost sad for moment. If the other solder looked and had decent eyesight he might of notice that Anat blinked back a couple of tear. Saddened by loss of one her patients. This little display was short lived however as she looked at the other soldier.
"You tell anyone about this and I won't be happy.

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Soko had just forced the next crate's lock open when he noticed the medic muttering something to herself, without so much as a thought he swung his head and light over to see what the commotion was about. It didn't take much in the way of context clues to piece together what just happened, and his suppressions were confirmed by her small threat as well. The engineer simply nodded respectfully while being mindful not to say anything as it seemed like a tender moment for her. With that taken care of Soko returned his attention back to the box, and behold, ammo. He then flicked his light off, and stored it away along with his other tools as he didn't need them anymore, even more so since he didn't plan of breaking into any more boxes, hell if anyone knew he decided to force open a few supply crates he probably wouldn't hear the end of it for a long time so best not to push his luck.

The PRN soldier lugged the ammunition crate back over to the machine gun, and got right to reloading. "So." Soko ventured carefully. "Since we're in the same unit and all, maybe some introductions are order, don't you think?" He looked back to offer a small smile, although maybe she couldn't make it out given how dark it was still. "I'll start... Pavel Sokoloff, the engineer, but usually people just go with "Soko" which I don't mind, its less of a mouthful." He said with a chuckle. He had then just attached the fresh ammo belt with a fairly loud grunt. "So, uh... what about you? Wouldn't mind getting a name of course." Again he asked his question with yet another smile plastered on his face.

Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine

Donovan watched as everyone around him prepared for combat. He wasn't seeing the other corporal acting in any way, deciding to be proactive and take action himself. He asked for another soldiers' binoculars seeing as he didn't have any on him. He began to peer out into the distance, however not spotting anything. He knew they could be covered by the trees, almost completely surrounded in rather dense wooden areas. He scanned thoroughly to even see if there was movements between the trees. It was possible that they could come out at any minute, which was causing the others to grow concerned the longer it took. But for Donovan, waiting for signs of the ogre, troll, whatever it was called was growing very old, very quickly.

He perhaps woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as he could be a little irritable when he didn't get enough sleep. Having nothing occur, gave him some unwanted time to have thoughts start lingering his mind. Like how ludicrous it was that he was demoted on such flimsy evidence, but with further examination of the facts and also talking to his parents about it. It was likely a contrivance, a mere cover up for the real reason. It was likely someone in the higher ups' had a personal issue with Donovan. He had to figure out who that individual was, so he could have a little discussion. Not knowing was eating at him and distracting him from the chatter among the rest of the soldiers on his team. He currently felt a rather aggressive lust for blood which hadn't been quenched in a while. He hadn't even shot at anyone yet and they've been on the battlefield for a while now. His determination to kill something was unwavering, he would shoot anything to relief to how pissed off he was at the moment.

Suddenly, his wishes for blood might have finally come true, as he saw several towering figures running up quickly through the trees. It was indeed the trolls they had been ordered to defend their army from. They looked hideous in appearance, so grotesque he didn't even want to look at them long enough to describe their details and they probably smelled like a sewer from how dirty they looked. Both were carrying large weapons made out of wood. With weapons raised high in the air, their red eyes glaring they began letting out bellowing calls, making thunderous footsteps running up to them all quickly. It certainly would of been a frightening thing, if Donovan felt fear. "Nick, Oswald, Fire the RPG's. Straight ahead." Donovan ordered in such a way that he was certain the order would get followed. As he watched them aim their RPG's and fired them both simultaneously at the large trolls, causing a large fiery explosion. With a loud boom as their guts and blood raining downward, which was the only thing that remained of the two. Making relatively quick work of their threat, they both cheered happily, to have swiftly defeated the trolls as it seemed that they no longer had to worry. Donovan however was still very upset, only because he still hadn't gotten to kill anything yet. Wondering if the should report back since they're didn't seem to have much else going on. He tried to go over and ask 'Digit' for a second opinion, mostly to pretend that he cared. "Should we return to base now?" He questioned.

Maion Isensjäl

It had taken about a week of travel to finally get to the Empires great capital where Maion was going to apply for asylum, it was slowly getting dark and the felt air tense upon her arrival. Maion and her sixteen guards on horses slowed down and waited at their gates and in their mercy. As much as she wished to look her best it was a sad truth that she was mustering her remaining strenght to atleast sit up correct, clad in armor both Maion and her guards was, despite their best efforts, a poor sight to behold and it was soon the time to explain why this was.
A strong horn rang out from their walls, pulsing through Maion and her guards bodies, strongly so that it made her men slightly nervous and concerned. It struck her a few seconds after that it was odd for the capital gates to be closed at the time, but then again it was getting dark.
With her noble household banner in hand and her weary guards gazing unavoidably in awe as anyone would be before this great sight of towers, strong walls and the rest of all the magnificent citadels glory. Yet to follow was the words from above and knowing that her company was looking suspicious Maion gathered her courage to speak what must be spoken.

"My name is Maion Isensjäl, the head of the Wayfinder Household from Gallogoth Commonwealth!" Maion stated, strong and loudly for the capital guard to hear, "I am here seeking protection and asylum by this great Empire!" Maion continued taking a deep breath to follow through, "Is there anyone available to whom I could speak!?" Her eyes determined as she steadied her horse, listening closely for a reply, though it would take a while before anyone up there replied.

Trying to remain strong Maion clenched her fist tightly around her banner, calmly got off her proud steed, fell to her knees with her head low followed by her guards taking after her example and awaited whatever outcome that awaited them.

May fortune favor our humble appearance and my men be safe... She thought closing her eyes.

Dirt rained down as the most recent magical bolt streaked into the ground, the earth quaking on impact as it sent vibration up the soldier's spine. Calmly whistling as he brushed off his helmet and clicked in a new magazine, the captain peered over the edge of the trench. The air was hazy with smoke and dust, the calm night broken by continued gun fire and cries of the wounded. Behind him Saiyako could hear the radioman of some other company jabbering away like someone gave him a healthy dose of panic-meds. Fucking idiots. It wasn't like panicking was going to let them live longer.

"Sir," Oni dropped down from somewhere next to his new controller, "I have a situation report from centeral."
"Alrighty then, gimme the sitrep then." Saiyako fired semi-blindly into the haze once more before lowing his head back into the extended hole inthe ground.
"They say that your paperwork is another 2 weeks late." Oni said in the closest thing to snark a programmed robotic voice could manage.
"Well fuck you too Oni" Saiyako's face was absolutely deadpan as he faced the robot. Seriously, did this model do nothing but snark? "Just give me the actual sitrep you glorified Wall-E."
"Wilco. Centeral says that the most recent scan shows that hostiles are being rapidly reduced in numbers. We seem to be pushing them back."
"That's good, hopefully we'll be don-"

The wind rushed alive as the sky lit up with more fireballs but not just any, they appeared to be following their targets, seeking them out like hungry wolves before the rabbit. Crackling like small suns, Saiyako watched as they zoomed around and haunted poor souls who tried to dodge them to varying degrees of effectiveness. The Fusan wondered if this was their limit breaker move or something of that nature.

Opening up unit coms again, Saiyako's voice rode the wavelengths to the headsets of all members of his unit, "Attention, this is the captain speaking. Prepare to--"

The captain suddenly found himself flying through the air, a searing heat burning into his uniform as the ground fell under him; he was flying. Launched into the air, he wondered to himself, Is this how I die? Game over before level one is over? Time slowed as he made his way back down to the ground. As he could feel his body landing on his neck in the most fatal way, his life flashed before his eyes. The times in school. The crash. The last moments of his father. The lowering of his mother's coffin. The struggle of moving from one job to the next to feed him and his sister. The promise he made to her when he left for the military that he'd come back alive. Sorry... Saiyako thought, Big brother isn't coming home after all.

Then, a shift, a moment of change, one could even call it a twist of fate. The captain could feel his head move so that he wouldn't land in a way that'd turn him into a corpse and instead made contact with the ground with a hard, dull thud. Gasping in the musky air for his breath, Saiyako patted himself down. He wasn't dead, but he felt he was supposed to be.

"Sir, are you okay?" Oni inquisitively asked as the soldier got himself off the ground.
"Y-yeah... I-I think... Just a bi-it... shaken-n." Saiyako thrusted his helmet onto his head once more and got up only to see another following fireball. Only this time, it wasn't heading for him. it was aimed at a bunker. The bunker where he knew Anat and Soko where.

Once again time slowed as he tried getting up and dashing to the bunker, his breath a long drawn out curse that witnessed the fire enter through the slit and blow up inside of the fortification, collapsing part of the roof. His stomach dropped, Saiyako just witnessed the first of his unit to be killed in front of him. No. They weren't dead. They could still be alive under the rubble.

"Anat! Soko! Lionel! Anyone in there?!" Saiyako yelled as he grappled smaller bits of stone metal out of the way, "Oi! Someone get over here and help me! I've got men trapped in here dammit!"

”Everybody up!” Rang the voice of his new commander, to which Vitaly only grumbled in reply. Turning over to look at the Fuson Captain standing in the entranceway, the Engineer finally tuned into the familiar sounds of Chaos outside. Apparently, they were under attack. Stepping outside in his boxers, the older man simply chuckled at the sight before him. “Attack” didn't seem like the right word at first glance. It looked more like the Union was dishing out one hell of an ass whooping while the enemy ocassionally lobbed a semi-successful ranged attack against them, only to get a hailstorm of high explosive counter-battery.

Rubbing his temples, the Novogorodian shuffled back into the storage container to retrieve his boots and coveralls. Not bothering with his tank top, Vitaly ties the top of his green coveralls at his waist and scoops up the remaining rifle on the way out. “What a Beautiful World this is…” mumbles the man while fishing in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. What was supposed to be a peaceful nights sleep after making sure all of their PK3s and Thorgrims were operational had turned into an absolute shitstorm. Finally getting his cigarettes out from the oil and hydrolic fluid stained depths of his coveralls, Vitaly took a long blissful drag before coming to a realization that was followed closely by a torrent of profanity. He has left his sidearm in the Can.

Sidestepping arching balls of fire and long lances of ice, the Private verbally expressed his continued annoyance with the whole situation in the form of mumbled curses. “If some dumb ass kid swipped my piece there's going to be hell to pay.” Now at the “expeditionary litrines”, which weren’t anything more than glorified plastic outhouses, he began his search. One by one the angry Engineer went from outhouse to outhouse until finally he had come upon his prize. Sitting there on the floor in a shoulder holster was his prized possession, the high caliber pistol given to him by his Engineering mentor.

Even as the man slipped the holster on, fate had decided his victory had to come to an end. Just as he lit up his last cigarette, a stray fireball streaked over the defences only to hit and explode after making contact with the outhouse three down the row from his. A glorious shower of blue liquid rained upon the unfortunate Vitaly, drenching him in the messy concoction. His night just kept getting better and better….

Still largely unconcerned with the fighting, Vitaly now made his way towards the outdoor showers with the hopes of removing the funk that had come to rest upon his person. Smiling at his turn of luck, the Novogorodian began a preemptive stripping of his gear and coveralls. It was time to clean himself up. Gear hung on the privacy divider, Vitaly quickly scrubbed himself clean of the blue menace that plagued him before soaking his coveralls for good measure. Satisfied with his cleanliness, the PRN Engineer donned his now sopping we coveralls and gear. Now tuning back into the battle, hr couldn't help but feel there was a slight shift in the flow. Something wasn't right at the defences.

Now jogging, Vitaly quickly caught sight oh his commander who quickly became airborne as yet another fireball sailed into the Unions defensive line. “God Damn… It…” He trailed off, feeling his stomach sink to his knees while watching a second fireball curve into the bunker ahead ahead of the Captain. Shortly after the inevitable explosion, Vitaly could clearly make out the names his Commander was calling out. His squad mates were in there and the old veteran wasn't about to lose his comrades without fighting for them first.

Turning right around, Vitaly broke out into a full on sprint back to the Engineering bay. He had a solution. Slamming through the door of the bay, Vitaly grabbed the high frequency charge hammer. With its ability to send a focused high intensity shock wave through the spike protruding from hits heavy tungsten head, it would make short work of the rubble with minimal risk of hurting those trapped inside if used correctly. Once again moving at full tilt, the large soldier all but body checked anyone in his way back to the collapsed bunker. Raising the hammer for a mighty opening swing, the Engineer roared.

MOVE!!

Using his running start, Vitaly swung the hammer toward the nearest uncollapes corner of the bunker with all the strength he could muster, which was no small amount of force. The instant spike met fortification there was a loud crack followed but a boom that resulted on the absolute annialation. Shards of stone metal flew away in large chunks which allowed the Engineer to make another swing higher up, effectively clearing a hole to start reaching the wounded inside. Once again though, fate wanted to be a bitch, and a bitch she was. Just as the bear of a man rose the hammer for another swing, an arrow zipped out of the darkness to bury itself into Vitaly’s abdomen.

With a grunt of surprise being his only response to the wound, he ignored the pain and continued his work. Comrades came first. Besides, that cute little Fuso sergeant coild just fix him up when He’s done. Giving the hammer one last upward swing, he managed to blow the largest piece of rubble trapping his comrades up and away from their position on the floor. Tossing the tool aside, Vitaly sank himself into a low squat and grasped the last large section before thrusting up with his legs to heave the thing away. Spotting the surviving soldiers, the burly Novogorodian reached down to help the nearest one, their medic, with a smile.

“It seems you could use some fresh air.”

Sergent Tauret

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Hearing the PWN solider say introductions where in order Anat frowned for a microsecond only half listening to him her mind focusing more so on what she was doing. Still trying to provide the best she could. She wasn't being rude well at least not in her mind she was just focused and it was that focus some of the injured where depending on to survive. Still when he said his name Pavel Sokoloff and he was engineer and that people tend to call him Soko. Anat made a mental note of it. Although she at this point didn't really care what his name was chances where at least 50% he'd die in the fight or the next as far as she was concerned.
"Anat Tuaret, combat medic. You may call me Ant, if you wish or whatever I don't really care so long as I don't find it offensive." she said looking at Soko for a moment before going to her charge. truth be told Anat wasn't interested in getting friendly mainly because they where in the middle of a battle situation and she was treating people.
"Now if you don't mind. Chatting is not really a good idea.'she said hoping that kill any lingering want to talk in this Soko person.


What came next Anat was not so sure, all she could remember was feeling an unnatural heat and a bright light. Her instincts telling her that she was in danger. Her body moving on it own moving quickly as her she could grabbing her drone to shield it form the danger. Shutting her eyes all she felt was heat and pain that was past her limits as make her cry out in pain. Something hitting her in the back of her helmet hard enough to knock her out for several minutes. Anat awaking on her side trapped under some rubble. While not directly buried she was stuck in a very confined space, so confined she had little room to move given her drone took more then half the free space her prison offered. Her drone having already wiggled free for her grip it light still shining bright in the now confined dusty space. The drone focusing on its operator it limited program unable comprehend what had happened. All it knew it master was injured and so it program demanded it would protect Anat. The drone arming it weapon as it began to emit a distress call. The drone starting to observe the small space around it watching for an threats to it operator.
"Well crap this is just what I needed." she thought looking around though the blackened visor of her helmet. Ripping it off with her right hand finding that when she went to move her left arm it hurt. Anat suspecting the drone might have unknowingly broke it to escape her grip, failing that a lucky bit of rubble hit her arm hard enough.

Letting out a shallow sigh all Anat could feel was pain and heat but she was doing her best to not show it. She was after all still on a battlefield and she had her pride. She bit her lip to keep herself focused and started thinking about the human body on very in-depth level. While using the drones light she began to check what she could and use what ever she had on her to treat herself. Sadly this wasn't much all Anat had on her was her sword and pistol. Her medical pack crushed under the rubble along with the person she was treating and the other potentially all the injured. The mere idea of that thought alone made Anat feel a hint of sadness although she drowned out the feeling with more knowledge of the human body. At the moment she was recalling the human heart going over every little bit was and recalling what each part did.

How long she was trapped she didn't know but when the rubble that formed her prison started to move. Anat felt relief it seemed she held enough value to be worth a rescue either that or the new captain cared enough to try and help the soldiers under him. Looking at the moving rubble Anat was surprised to see an older looking soldier. A soldier that just so happened to have an arrow jutting out of him, taking the offered hand. Leaning on her rescuer as she found her legs didn't want to talk her full weight. As she did so her drone chimed recognizing the soldier as a union and it program decided not to try and fill him with lead.
"Thank you, if you get me a medical kit I can remove you the souvenir you seem to have acquired. Although it cost you a high dose of pain killers" she said in a half joking tone. Finding trying slightly amusing kept her mind off the fact her body was still hurting in places she didn't think could hurt. If Anat could see herself she be most concerned for her well being as she was covered in cuts of varying depth as well of burns of varying depth mostly along her lower back where her armour didn't cover and her uniform had burnt away. Not to mention she had blood coming out the back of her head, the fact she wasn't laying passed out showed how tough the medic was. Although she was no long fit to fight, she'd need treat first not to mention a new rifle.

Looking over at the captain Anat gave a nod finding her free arm really hurt to move and the other was clinging on to her rescuer so she'd remain up right.
"Sorry sir. But may I be escorted to a medical area. I'll need patching up before being thrown back out on the field. I've already requested a medical team to come here, before the bunker got hit by... whatever that was. She said coughing finding that talking was really uncomfortable.

Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine

Before his questions could be answered, he could hear footsteps coming closer behind them upon his quick reflects turning around even before someone tapped on his shoulder. Taking back his head like Donovan would of bite it off. Donovan certainly didn't mind if others utterly feared greatly respected him. “Uh, are we returning back to Cpt. Saiyako or are we awaiting specific orders?” The solider asked him. He already knew even if anyone was still in a battle the captain was capable enough to take care of themselves, but even for ones he had less confidence in, he found the enemy force rather pathetic and primitive. But on the other hand maybe he'd be able to do a little exploration on his own something he'd been meaning to do for a while now. “Just gather everyone you can to return back, I'll scout up ahead for reconnaissance, Digit can come with me if he's so inclined. The rest of you go, no need to tell the captain about it. Got it?” Donovan explained and even though through a mask the solider couldn't see his exact face, he fully understood the tone of how serious the part about refraining from speaking about it was, nodding his head.

As he carefully observed everyone leaving as quickly run into the forest where the monsters came from, making sure no one else saw him going there. Perhaps overconfident but he was hundred percent sure no one was scrupulous as he was. As he looked around through the forest smelling unfamiliar scents and looking at different foliage, not touching anything as he didn't know if anything was poisonous but all of was a beautiful sight, letting out a yawn as it couldn't be any more uninteresting. He turned his head hearing a twig snapping wondering if one of his soldiers decided to follow him but he saw something pass by differently not a solider, but a regular looking man wearing some medieval like clothing. Running away from him, immediately Donovan pursued him, keeping track of him easily even with his unfamiliarity of the woods he was in, almost tripping over on some thick vines in his path but keeping steady and reaching out and grabbing his wrist tightly.

“H-h-hey le-let m-me go!” The man stuttered clearly scared as he not so gently pinned him up against one of the trees. The man's speech was slightly off as he couldn't quite tell what the man was saying. “Were you spying on my men? Where do you live?” He stated coldly as he started to pat him down for possible weapons as the man shook some fearfully. The man who also couldn't understand and would be too afraid to talk even if he could just tried to squirm out of his grasp failing to budge as he pulled out his M3P-4 and pointed it to the man's forehead. His silence was making him grow impatient as he immediately figured the man was useless and it was better not taking any chances and executing him right here.

Suddenly another younger man, came out from behind several bushes with a hunting knife in his hand shouting some words. Donovan didn't even hesitate for a second, aiming his gun that the younger man and shooting him into his calf muscle. Making him scream and fall down into the ground. As the man looked crying out tears in his eyes. “S-son! Are you-” before he smacked him hard in the back of the head with his end of his handgun, knocking him on the ground, slumping against the tree. The son clutched his leg as it was bleeding, starting to yell angrily at him. He stood looking at them both.

He was pondering for a moment whether to just leave them both as is and return to the others. It's clear they didn't speak English and he couldn't take them both as prisoners, he probably would get chewed out doing this in the first place. But if they were spies, did he really want them both to get away relatively unscathed. He walked up to the son struggling to get up to his father, pulling himself with his hands crawling on the dirt floor stepping on his back and holding him down. Pointing the gun at his head, pulling the trigger letting out a bang as the son stopped moving, blood pooling from under his head. Quickly proceeding to walk up to the unconscious man. “Don't take in personally, it's just my duty to protect my team, hope you can understand.” He says in a mocking tone, pressing it up right to the back of his head, pulling the trigger again.

Breathing in and breathing out for a moment to relax himself. With that task handled, he knew it would be best to hide both the bodies. As he took the son and the father over both of his shoulders being careful not to get blood on his combat suit his parents gave him, not wanting to disrespect them by getting it dirty already. Throwing them in the thick bushes, seeing a nearby dead dear with its neck cut open, as he was relieved that it appeared as though they were merely hunting for food and not soldiers in an army or spies of some kind. He was alleviated of some concern, because if they were important individuals they'd be more likely to be searched for, but mere peasants or common folk figuring by how they were dressed. He assumed they would more likely and hopefully be forgotten. Deciding it would be best to head back before anyone start asking questions. Despising people asking questions, he also didn't want any more marks on his record. He left the bodies behind, and swiftly exited the forest. "Eh, not worth mentioning this to anyone. I may have to account for the missing bullets...but I can come up with something reasonable I'm sure, besides what the captain doesn't know won't kill him..."

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Soko suddenly gasped for breath as consciousness quite abruptly returned to him. At first the engineer couldn't see a thing as he laid there on his back, of course the thought imminently crossed his mind Did... did I die? It didn't feel like he was dead, but he sure felt like hell, mainly he couldn't feel much. Slowly, however, the rest of his senses came back online so to speak, and when they did he could hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions once again. Good news, he wasn't dead after all it seemed, bad news he was still on that very same battlefield. Soko then finally pushed himself from the rubble ridden ground, as he did so pieces of rebar and other such bits that used to make up a bunker slid right off him.

He looked down to see that his armor was beat up something fierce, obviously this is what saved his life, and maybe also explained why of all things he was knocked out... although that stupid hat probably wouldn't have done a thing anyway. Soko glanced behind him only to see that the entire back section of the structure had completely collapsed, meaning he was lucky to have been at the front where some of it still managed to stand. It was then Soko started to feel something wet run down his leg, and perhaps as if on cue a sharp pain rang out from the approximate place of said wet spot. He grunted with clear discomfort when he tried repositioning to figure out what was happening, although clearly he already had a perfect idea what happened, he just wanted to see it for himself. Yeah, that was it, sticking of out of his leg was a piece of metal, of course it was very bloody plus was also fairly long but fortunately not too thick. The first problem was he couldn't exactly move with this thing sticking out of him, he'll probably smack into something and hurt himself.

Soko reached towards his kit, and it seemed luck favored him at least a little, he found his kit in perfect condition although he supposed the case was made to be seriously durable. He placed it front of him and started fishing for a very specific tool he needed, eventually he came out with a miniature electric saw in hand. Soko took a deep breath, then without wanting to be out there any longer then necessary he got right to cutting. The engineer had to fight through the pain, the vibrations caused by the saw weren't all that ignorable when the metal in question was deeply imbedded into his leg after all. Mercifully the first side was chopped off, but he still had the back to do, not to mention this would require him to twist his wounded leg as well. After what seemed like forever he finally got the second side done, although at this point the pain had gotten quite severe, still he wasn't as weak willed to let himself pass out again. Soko returned the saw back to its proper storage place, and the engineer's kit too.

Already knowing he couldn't stand on his own, Soko first found a large rod of metal to use as a sort of walking stick, after testing its strength he was convinced it was strong enough to hold him. He took what seemed like the hundredth deep breath of the day, he didn't want to draw this out, he had to do this quickly or else he'll just make this harder on himself. He used the little bit of remaining wall behind him as some support to help him along, and after about a minute of struggling he got himself back on his feet.

Soko started limp his way around the large pile of rubble, he wasn't sure if anyone else has survived, he didn't see any bodies where he awoke, although he was sure many of the wounded that were housed in the used-to-be-bunker had to be undoubtedly dead, if not all of them. He wasn't even sure about that medic he barely met, well... war was never kind to anyone. Yet, when he came around the corner there she was, looked like she was just pulled out, lucky her. Soko of course also saw the captain, and someone else he hadn't met met. That man in question was a PRN soldier just like him, although he was clearly a old dog from how patchwork his armor was, not to mention the soldier was clearly on the older side. All the same it was actually kind of nice to see someone else from his home world, someone else who shared the same memories of home. As Soko slowly passed by the old man and medic he gave a friendly wave with his free hand, but his focus was on the captain.

"Hello sir, somehow I managed to not die in that... just not sure about many of the wounded. Still I suppose luck won out for me back there, just happy not to be dead." Soko tried smiling through the moderate pain he was still experiencing. "Although I'm not in any condition to keep fighting, my leg isn't doing all that great as you can see."

"Both of you get to the medical area," Saiyako smiled and chuckled as he saw his two soldiers walk out alive, injured of course, but alive, more than the poor sods in that bunker who were with them were, "Hope you two like medals!"

Turning back around to the rest of the First Recon who had managed to scrap up together in a rough mob-like unit. Saiyako could easily spot holes and missing persons but he had assumed the lot of them where else where and didn't hear him, battles where rough business after all. He would know the actual numbers in the morning after every more or less shuffled into their bunks for some sleep before being woken up at the ass crack of dawn. Hopefully the General would let them sleep in and not be a hardass.

Looking over the defense network and trenches, the captain peered off into the routing units of the enemy army, or what tattered remains there were of them. The field had been covered in blood, bodies and shell holes, the occasional carcass of a giant or some other creature's strangely colored hide broke the sea of dead. Panning around, it was clear that the Union forces had also taken some beating. Several vehicles were smoking or visable damaged, one had managed to invert and twist itself in ways which Saiyako thought the laws of physic would otherwise prohibit. Looks like you learn something new every day. He thought to himself before clearing his throat to address everyone.

"Good work tonight people, as far as I'm aware all objectives are complete; we have defended the base. All of you, go to the medical station to incase you got some wound that your adrenaline is killing the pain of. After that... go get some rest or something... I dunno..." Saiyako's voice began to taper off to a mumble as he headed back towards the barracks, "I need my fucking beauty rest... Oni, guard my door and kick whoever tries to get in without politely asking first."

With an almost sarcastic recognition and approval, the ARMA unit followed Saiyako on his trip up the path and around the corner. "Also , I better not get any reports of you guys pulling some stupid shit either!" his voice rang out from behind the metal boxes all of a sudden, now clearly cranky as his own adrenaline faded.

Truth be told, Saiyako didn't even get to his personal quarters and instead opted to pass out on some sacks of presumably grain of some sort. It didn't matter, it was soft enough and pillow-ish enough for the man, he even found a comfortable pose to drift off to sleep, unaware that his guardian robot had left him and stood ever vigilant at the door to his quarters.

Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine

Donovan had quickly returned back, running as fast as his legs could carry him, taking nearly half the time that it took for their team to arrive at their previous destination. He arrived back at their base going through the medical area shelter's entrance where most of his team was their helping the other injured soldiers. Which was fantastic, because it just meant he didn't have to deal with people. He immediately felt only two feelings, the curiosity of what these soldiers fought and a feeling of contempt, he saw all of them as failures.

Upon being a commander, His record was spotless, having no causalities or injuries, he was clearly far more efficient as a leader. Every single time his performance was superior, but that wasn't enough to prove himself. That's all that he had on his mind and his thoughts were inescapable. Tuning out the moaning and pained sounds coming from the injured, only sounded like whining to him. All of these inadequate people that he'd been surrounded by only made him miss his parents. Donovan looked around for any sight of their Captain, leaving before anyone could ask for his assistance. Walking outside in their base seeing another corporal limping up toward the base.

Donovan took a moment to try to remember his name, meticulously studying a lot of his fellow soldiers name solely to appear more socially involved. As a light bulb went off in his head. As he saw 'Soko' and the Captain as he took off his helmet and put on a charming smile approaching them both. But he noticed the Captain quickly leave and walking away, much to his disappointment, as he ended up starting to speak to everyone as a collective group.

He just looked at the other corporal with a concerned look. “What happened out there? Looks like you got out by the skin of your teeth.” He questioned sounding perfectly sincere. Knowing he hadn't been around this individual before that he could recall, awaiting his reaction or response almost having perverse fascination with how others talked to him, given his reputation. His eyes probably looked like his was staring into his very soul.

Unenthusiastically listening to his Captain's speech, because he could frankly care less about the praise since it wasn't solely his to bask in. His head turned towards the Captain as she started to head to the barracks. “Great, probably not a good idea to bother him while he is tired. Dammit, I suppose I will call it a night and get ready for bed, best to get as much sleep as one can. Maybe have a glass of wine? Been craving a little of that since this morning.” Donovan ponders to himself, making himself thirsty. Also overhearing the warning about not finding out about anybody pulling something stupid. He couldn't resist letting out a small chuckle to those cautionary words. His eyes shifting back at his fellow corporal, covering his mouth letting out a small yawn wanting to leave, but figuring he'd appear unmannerly just walking away before even letting him respond.

SMSgt. Helena "Hellcat" Vortzeria

A small convoy of LCTs rolled into the base nearly right after the preliminary battle had launched. They all came to a stop just near the frontlines, deploying three squads of Avalian Airborne Assault troops. This group in particular was but a small chunk of the 909th Airborne Assault Group, sent to the strange new world officially as part of Avalia's contribution, but mostly as a vacation of sorts. The 909th was a harden group of insurgent hunters, and after a string of uprisings, they needed a break, and this was their perfect opportunity. However, these soldiers, now surrounded by smoldering, shallow craters and magical ice spikes sticking up from the ground, began to have second thoughts about this deployment.

However, Sgt. Helena "Hellcat" Vortzeria wasn't bothered by the scene. Regardless of this battle, the situation was already infinity better than what she was used to. "For one, I'm not in the middle of enemy territory, surrounded." Helena thought as she waved goodbye to her comrades and went off to find her new patchwork squad. "Yeah, this should be fine. Fighting mages and knights will be hell of a lot better than some crazed cultist or angry farmer with a rocket launcher. Well.... that giant dead troll over there does challenge that thought, but ahhh fuck it, I'll cross that bridge when I get there." Helena thought as she walked around the lines, trying to find her squad. After awhile, Helena decided just to simply ask a nearby soldier. Spotting a Corporal she yelled to him as she approached.

"Hey, Pretty Boy! You know where the hell Captain Saiyako's squad is? Can't seem to find anyone amongst this mob." As she got closer, Helena was able to see the open fields before the lines. Thousands, if not tens of thousands of bodies, horses, swords, and monsters alike lay dead or dying in the field. She couldn't help but whistle at the sight. "Fuck me.... I guess this was a god damn slaughter, wasn't it?" she commented aloud.

@SleepingSilence

@Skepic

Cpl. Donovan “The Friendly” Valentine

Donovan was not exactly a very patient person, the seconds of silence was like an unmitigated disaster. He despised waiting for someone to speak, especially when it was stopping him from satiating his craving for some exquisite wine gifted to him by his mother. He couldn't bare looking around at this dreary field full of the lifeless bodies for any longer. Though not because of remorse or that he found dead bodies quite unsightly, which he did, but mainly finding he was very bored. The silence was interrupted from hearing what he could describe to himself as a shrill harpie shrieking at him calling him 'pretty boy' which was something he thoroughly detested. His attention turned to her as his mind scanned for a name, not able to place it.

“Unfortunately dear, you just missed her, she went to her bunker for some rest and I also was about to do the same.” Donovan replied with his usual delightful charming tone, casually looking in Helena's general direction but not at her face. “Oh joy, a shrill women, with a mouth like a sewage drain. Just my luck.” Donovan thought in his head smiling at her pleasantly, keeping his composure they fact she was strikingly similar to the women that got him demoted was not helping his first impressions of her. “Yeah, it's quite an atrocious sight isn't it, my name's Donovan, by the way. Yours?” He replied asking her as if he cared.