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Battle for Anchorage

The mainland artillery piece had finally been silenced after two salvos from the battleships forward turrets and a barrage of Missiles from the gunships. However the Kentucky was now sporting two holes in its deck and a bent cannon. The PMV Valdez had pulled up to one of the few remaining docks and its doors blew open to allow the bodies of men to rush out, heavy plasma machine guns covering them from the deck. The infantry and mechanized units moved into the city itself, pushing back the meager defenses of the group occupying Anchorage. Behind them the main ramp from the Valdez was placed down and the Battalions continent of twelve Sherman’s roared down into the streets and down separate ways to provide fire support for the infantry.

As the fighting continued buildings were cleared and men were reporting families, non combatants hiding. Colonel Radec ordered them seized and brought to the docks. After twelve hours of street fighting the last holdout was destroyed by a salvo from the Missouri, obliterating the stronghold.

“Colonel the civilians have been brought down to the docks as ordered. They’ve all been tested as per procedure and have a unique mutation allowing to seemingly ignore the freezing cold temperatures, or so the medics speculate sir!”

Colonel Radec looked at the first lieutenant with a disgusted look. “More mutants, I despise these creatures. Lieutenant, gather twelve of them at random for shipment back to Control for testing. The rest execute as traitors.”

As the RAR flag was raised above Anchorage the docks was filled with the noise of screams and gunfire as Colonel Radec added another butcher to his name.