The North PacificBoard

Some bullets flew through the Huey that Sanders was in. It was small arms fire, yet it still made him jump. The man next to him had one bounce off his helmet after it bounced off the room, throwing him a curveball.

Eventually the Huey pitched back, and touched down. Soldiers and Marines Poured out of the aircraft, the man next to Sanders getting shot in the chest. He made a face of pain, and dropped his M16 to the ground as he reached up to examine the wound before falling into a puddle of his own blood. The Tanabonains rushed across the field, looking for cover so that they could take the airfield to land the majority of the troops as well as liberate the base. More soldiers fell during it, flopping over or having a controlled fall and cradling their wounds while crying out in pain.

The Hueys began to lift off again, the side gunners rattling away and the rockets firing into entrenched positions. The blasts threw limbs, sandbags, dirt, and other materials into the sky. Another Huey was hit by an RPG. It ripped the tail off of the Huey, throwing the aircraft into a spiral down. Once it hit the ground it created another burning husk of a vehicle of the many fighters, helicopters, and tanks from both nations littering the airstrip. Some burning, others burnt out.

Sanders found a firing position and began to pick off soldiers he saw. Bullets flew by him and the soldiers around him, causing him to jump every now and then. After intense combat, they where able to liberate the base back to Tanabonain control.

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"Your detachment has a special task. You must find the President, who is thought to be in the presidential bunker. Fight to it. Get the President, extract him with your Huey. Simple as that." The loudspeaker crackled with the mission peramiters over the loud Hueys engines.

"Alright, team. We got this. We will rappel down to the roof of the building, before we will then fight our way down. Ramerez, as usual your demolition. Other than that, we are good to go."

The Soldiers of the 82nd Airborne, or at lease the twelve that where being sent sat in quiet, cleaning rifles and sighing them. They loaded ammunition into their clips, or in the case of the M60 gunner he made sure he had enough around his neck for the battle. Richards sat and sharpened his combat knife with a wet stone, focus odvious. After a little longer, they where over the facility. The M60 gunners began picking off outside enemy targets before the rappelling lines where set. The soldiers then disembarked down the cables and onto the roof. They then found the roof enterance and placed a charge. Shock and speed was needed for this assault, not stealth, so the breaching charge was fine. After the blast went off, they entered the building and began to clear floors, looking for the President.

Why must I be the one to face this anguish and pain? Looking around, all I see is the corpse of many of my friends. All for what? The fight to overthrow our oppressive government? Of course, I want my country to be more prosperous. But is this the way to go, I turn slightly. I turn back. I am surrounded by the Central African government forces. Blasting round after round, I cut down ten of the twelve. One of them has a scope on me.

If I look now, this could be the last face I see. Then, I see a girl. She sticks out like a sour thumb. Her light skin and blonde hair blew in the wind. This is the hottest rebellion I have seen. I drop my weapons and make a run. The girl looks at me before tackling me. Her arms wrapping around me. "My brave warrior..." she whispers. My tears flow down from my cheeks.

She wipes a tear off of my face. She stands over seven inches over me, but she doesn't change anything. She takes my hand and takes me to the airport. Coming from the only wealthy city from the North Osean Tribe of Hakuru, she is from the big city outside of the COR African borders. Her private jet is stationed on the runway ready for her.

She throws me onto the seat and gets in and tells her pilot to make the take off quick. The pilot delivers the takeoff and I feel that we are saved from the violence. She then gets up and walks to the plane's bedroom. "Come my sweet," she whispers. I trudge along with her as she picks me up from behind. She places me in the bed with the covers covering my shivering body.

She gets on the other side and brings me close to her. She takes her jacket off and pulls me to her chest. I feel my troubles disappear. My issues go away. "Honey, you are safe," she whispers, "You are in my arms all protected," I smile. When I look out the window, I see the dark of a storm coming. She takes out her remote and pulls down the shades.

"You're mine, Ambe," she says undoing the bow in her hair, "As long as you are mine, your safety is my priority. You will always be mine," she remarks. When the bow in her hair was done, I could feel her long hair against my back. She took my soldiers jacket off and threw it to the ground. Her hands were on my back and she was pressing down.

"Sleep, my warrior," she says as she pushes my head to her lap. When I lay down, she puts her head above and kisses my lips. She then lay down and wrapped her arms around me. "My baby darling," she whispers.

Kyoki Chudoku

"Watashi no Kōtei to Hogo-sha, Watashi no Kōtei to Hogo-sha!" A male voice frantically shouted as an Imperial Messenger rushed into the throne room, where Zakiron was already in session to hear concerns from the Clan Elders and Provincial Administrators. Zakiron promptly rose up from his seat just before the messenger reached his ear.

"My Emperor, the ISA High Command just confirmed a report that's spread through global communications. The conquered nation of Sartinaynia made a declaration of independence against our ally, Kyoki Chudoku! They're trying to appeal to the world for support against Aozora."

"Is that all, messenger?" Zakiron calmly replied.

"No, my Emperor. There have also been other public communications intercepted from other nations. A number of them refused to recognize the declaration, but others claimed to support the Sartinaynian rebels as well." The messenger explained.

Zakiron's face angrily contorted at the last line. "So that's how this conflict is going to play out... Very well then messenger, thank you for your reports, you are dismissed." He calmly replied, the messenger nodding and quickly leaving the room. Zakiron turned to the rest of the room, which was already holding hushed conversations over what was spoken relatively out loud. "My people and fellow countrymen, it seems an attack on a very close ally has grown to the point of a possible international conflict. I believe it is our duty to once again support Chudokuren efforts to prevent chaos in the world and stamp out this democratic heresy - Dakara watashi wa sengen suru! (So I declare!)" Zakiron commanded.

"So let it be, Watashi no Kōtei (My Emperor)! No tame ni Sunaiya! (For Sunaiya!)" They declared back, with the Emperor's Salute - which consists of a kneel and then slamming down on the floor with two clenched fists in a show of forceful approval.
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Later on, Zakiron went to the international communications room and, remembering how Aozora spoke of the stress that the conflict caused her, released this message to Sartinaynia and their supporters, as well as allowing WP allies to intercept and hear.

"To those who dare provoke the Empire of Sunaiya and our friends, hear me! Your heresy comes across as a stench in my presence, and a thorn in my side. Your attempts at a so-called independence will only bring chaos and very unneeded bloodshed, and your resistance will be cut down with our swords if you continue in this bloody rampage. I stand with Aozora in her leadership and decisions, and all who continue to harm her people will eventually face our wrath!"