31-10-2025, 10:26 PM
8:24, July 5684, undisclosed radio post, Free City of Sholemberg, liberated Amudim
They had responded like rabid dogs to the liberation with shooting missiles at civilian targets. Or perhaps they thought that was where they were hiding. Several of the militia groups had left the city shortly after they had captured Sholemberg to set up positions in the nearby region. The others had been in hiding, far away from the industrial sites and central positions where they had taken the propaganda videos. He was expecting his own mission to be over here soon, Triad mercenaries were on their way and apparently the big men in Wiel wanted to avoid an open war. While his thoughts meandered a radio message came in prompting his operator to shout for him. "Kob! They said kob!" The man shouted as he turned back to jotting down the messages being transmitted to him. The hairs in his neck raised. Cobalt. The code word only used in the most dangerous circumstances, either they were about to be encircled or someone was dropping a nuke on Sholemberg. Fuck. He clicked open his own radio. "Status?" After a few seconds an exasperated voice answered. "Almost, Captain, we rigged at least five of the big ones and ten of the smaller ones, but we can get a few more in an hour." That would do. "No time, report back, HQ has issued a Cobalt order." The junior officer acknowledged hastily before buzzing off. Meanwhile he used his best Yeudi to inform the remaining local cell commanders that a quick departure was recommended by their local travel agency.
Two hours later they were marching in the desert heat, though they did not get the direct sun on them. Behind them a large wall of thick black smoke filled the horizon. Sholemberg had been struck with missiles, again, the heaviest barrage so far. Though, they had also rigged several oil depots with heavy explosives. Explain this to the world, colonising fucks. As the mercenaries approached, the rebels and their anonymous Jelbic allies disappeared into the endless desert.
They had responded like rabid dogs to the liberation with shooting missiles at civilian targets. Or perhaps they thought that was where they were hiding. Several of the militia groups had left the city shortly after they had captured Sholemberg to set up positions in the nearby region. The others had been in hiding, far away from the industrial sites and central positions where they had taken the propaganda videos. He was expecting his own mission to be over here soon, Triad mercenaries were on their way and apparently the big men in Wiel wanted to avoid an open war. While his thoughts meandered a radio message came in prompting his operator to shout for him. "Kob! They said kob!" The man shouted as he turned back to jotting down the messages being transmitted to him. The hairs in his neck raised. Cobalt. The code word only used in the most dangerous circumstances, either they were about to be encircled or someone was dropping a nuke on Sholemberg. Fuck. He clicked open his own radio. "Status?" After a few seconds an exasperated voice answered. "Almost, Captain, we rigged at least five of the big ones and ten of the smaller ones, but we can get a few more in an hour." That would do. "No time, report back, HQ has issued a Cobalt order." The junior officer acknowledged hastily before buzzing off. Meanwhile he used his best Yeudi to inform the remaining local cell commanders that a quick departure was recommended by their local travel agency.
Two hours later they were marching in the desert heat, though they did not get the direct sun on them. Behind them a large wall of thick black smoke filled the horizon. Sholemberg had been struck with missiles, again, the heaviest barrage so far. Though, they had also rigged several oil depots with heavy explosives. Explain this to the world, colonising fucks. As the mercenaries approached, the rebels and their anonymous Jelbic allies disappeared into the endless desert.