Justosia
Established Nation
- Joined
- Sep 8, 2018
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Brecosta mountains
Classified locale
0353
The Royal Army solders of Brigade Delta, a hybrid of Marines & Special Ops, ran out of food rations about a month ago. They've been hunting their food since. In these rolling, green hills. The rationing of their collective patience & sanity however continued.
"FUCK! Sick of this shit......did Avalon really abandon us?" One Private hissed.
His CO successfully tuned into their standard secure comms frequency. The air wasn't dead. Still no one uttered a thing. They were under classified Crown Orders not to.
"There's your answer Private. No. They can still hear us. This silence is a stratagem. It's not my job or yours to question our command, let alone the defence ministry, let alone the fuckin palace."
On bored nights it seemed they had distant company. They swore to Christ Yeshua Almighty they could hear their Serenierren counterparts on the protectorate coast shooting into the night sky out of boredom too.
"Sir, please." This unit had developed telepathy at this point. Four months ago roughly they were the contingency force left behind after the victory declaration.
".......Fuck it, fine. Let's move out!"
Classified locale
0353
The Royal Army solders of Brigade Delta, a hybrid of Marines & Special Ops, ran out of food rations about a month ago. They've been hunting their food since. In these rolling, green hills. The rationing of their collective patience & sanity however continued.
"FUCK! Sick of this shit......did Avalon really abandon us?" One Private hissed.
His CO successfully tuned into their standard secure comms frequency. The air wasn't dead. Still no one uttered a thing. They were under classified Crown Orders not to.
"There's your answer Private. No. They can still hear us. This silence is a stratagem. It's not my job or yours to question our command, let alone the defence ministry, let alone the fuckin palace."
On bored nights it seemed they had distant company. They swore to Christ Yeshua Almighty they could hear their Serenierren counterparts on the protectorate coast shooting into the night sky out of boredom too.
"Sir, please." This unit had developed telepathy at this point. Four months ago roughly they were the contingency force left behind after the victory declaration.
".......Fuck it, fine. Let's move out!"
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