Our War The Triumph

“Eins” Another shot “zwei” the poor bastards were in total shock, unable to figure out who was in charge or what to do as they dropped one by one. “Drei….vier...funf...sechs...” I heard her call out over the radio as he decided to pull her back.

“Good work, they’re still paralyzed but I want you to fall back and regroup at the safehouse, we need to prepare to evacuate the city before we get hit by friendly fire. And for Queen’s sake Clypeus where is!- I felt the ground rumble as I saw the ammo depot on the opposite side of the city erupt in flames with the explosion shaking the two buildings next to it to such an extent one collapsed in on itself while another had a gaping hole in its’ side.

“Hahahaha! Someone find me some strobe lights so we can make this a disco inferno! Queen bless high explosives!” With my questions answered by continued maniacal laughing over the radio it seemed our work was done; shells had begun falling into the outer ring of the city but they would quickly advance as the light defenses were pulverized. Several minutes later we were all packed up and were heading towards the south exit of the city while avoiding the hordes of evacuating civilians. There was a chance our forces would have cut off the main exits of the city and we weren’t going to be caught in that group if nearby aircraft saw them before the ground troops did; it’s surprising how easy it is to mistake civilian refugees for a retreating enemy division from the air.

After a week of cautious travel we’d made decent progress south heading towards a small village called Estagna; chances are our forces were already moving to cut off any escape to the port of Manty Creek so this was mostly to just make sure no large pockets of resistance remained. We were about to make camp until Moxa spotted a light in the distance from a campfire, may as well clear the area around us before heading to sleep. Coming upon the camp we heard singing, it sounded like..changelings? Discarding our disguises we entered the clearing to see a couple squads enjoying what appeared to be Olenian beer.

“Well looks like we got company! Get separated from your unit?” A sergeant addressed us. “Obergefreiter Clasper at your service!” He lazily saluted and took another swig. “12th Jaegers, what about you?”

“Unterfeldwebel Cardac, Emerald Commandos. Mind to share?” I smirked as he handed me a fresh bottle. “More the merrier!” Moxa smiled and simply shook her head while Clava stoically went to prepare a mat to sleep on, Clypeus on the other hand joined in the revelry. “Guessing we’ve reached Manty Creek? Feels a bit early to celebrate though.” I said as I took a hearty gulp, burned like fire but tasted like honey.”

“You haven’t heard? We won! The cowards capitulated before we even prepared to hit the peninsula! The war’s over!”