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Justosia

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A city rated more dangerous than Venezuela, MD
Capital
Avalon
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Los
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 Priva
te 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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Justosia

Established Nation
Joined
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Location
A city rated more dangerous than Venezuela, MD
Capital
Avalon
Nick
Los
Santa Castilia outskirts
Brecosta
1201

They had only been 5 miles out since they crawled down from their perches & began walking last night. All 500 of them. What were they armed with? Classified of course. Given their clandestine mission, just enough bullets to last, & whatever else you might expect Royal Marines & Special Ops to have, or not. The main road into the capital had gone from pristine countryside to unacceptable. Littered with tank scraps, mortal shell holes, varied political banners, & yes, decomposing corpses. They brought their weapons live. It was clear that the Occitan royal government, Justosia's first & only official military ally, had collapsed, or at least gone dark, isolation. Dammit all. If only they had been admitted into Trier all this could have been avoided. Many thought this as they said prayers for themselves, the fallen, etc.

It was mostly as they had expected. This former gem, pristine country capital was in disrepair. As they began making their way through the outskirts they noticed looted stores, abandoned police cars, even a couple old Occitan troop trucks. A Marine picked up a dirty Occitan flag & tucked it into his pocket. They began moving as quick as they could. Block to block when they started hearing noises. Indeed people still lived here. They likely weren't hostiles. Whatever colonial government existed here had to have collapsed. They kept moving through the first shopping district. They came upon some rustling noise. They popped out from behind the corner auto rifles high. It was just some kids playing with whatever. They told them to stay quiet & kept moving. They happened upon 3 adults who seemed to have made a home in an abandoned restaurant. Their worn out patches were unmistakable, or were they? No. They were Communist guerrillas. They flanked the pizza shop & through a smoke grenade inside. A few came running out as they began shouting orders for them to surrender & lay down any weapons. One did. Two reached for their pockets. Their heads blew off. The rest were still choking confused inside. As they came to they realized what was happening. One threw a live grenade at the vanguard for Company A shouting some slur. They dove for the ground. A car exploded. One Marine had been hit directly. Injuries unknown. The car became shrapnel to impact 3 more Marines. They lit the pizzeria up. 12 KIA enemies. One prisoner. They tended to their wounded as the man confessed to them how to avoid booby traps up to the governor's mansion. Their exchange had been heard. Company B pressed on after being briefed. It was unlikely, if word had got out, they'd be opposed now, their numbers had become obvious. They moved up. Block from block, alley to alley. A quickened pace. Santa Castilia was so beautiful once. It would be beautiful again. The prisoner guided them. Knowing if he misled, dead in the head, or a worse way, these boys were out of patience. They were coming up on center city. They shouted from block to block their numbers, equipment, mission. Looked like any potentially confused civilians or hostiles were melting away, for now. They ran through the city square. The top of the government quarter & the mansion looked like they were coming into sight....
 

Justosia

Established Nation
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Location
A city rated more dangerous than Venezuela, MD
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Avalon
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Los
Avalon
Classified locale
1340

"Oh she's beautiful." Remarked an onlooker.

"Captain?"

"The fleet will rendezvous with us as soon as we hit internationale waters. Then we make for Vanguardia. Simple. Full speed ahead."
 

Justosia

Established Nation
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A city rated more dangerous than Venezuela, MD
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Avalon
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Los
Santa Castilia
Governor's Mansion outer perimeter
Government Quarter
Brecosta
1714

Delta Brigade had reached their realized objective at 0400. The fighting ensued almost immediately. They couldn't have numbered more than a hundred & armed with outdated rifles, pistols, & grenades, but this rabble is stubborn as hell.

-GUNFIRE/PROXIMAL EXPLOSIONS-

"Company C around back! Company A and B commence Pincir Strategem! Company D! Keep them occupied up front!" The Commander shouted ducking behind a makeshift roadblock. Company D now numbered only 44 men, but these desperate guerilla holdouts weren't tacticians. They brought only 3 mortars & 10 shells. They began utilizing them now to enhance the feint.

Delta Brigade began encircling the guerilla holdout. This anarchist capital. It would seem sadly the Occitan forces weren't able to finish the job before their apparent governmental collapse. The very covert Battle of Santa Castilia would soon draw to a close.
 

Justosia

Established Nation
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Location
A city rated more dangerous than Venezuela, MD
Capital
Avalon
Nick
Los
Santa Castilia
Governor's Mansion Main Hall
Government Quarter
Brecosta
1607

It was a dance of bloody mayhem. Surreal almost. The frontal feint had largely succeeded. Companies C & A had forced their way into the lower levels & up into the main hall. The fighting was room to room now. The holed up guerrillas shouted everything & more at last breath. Some blowing themselves up rather than surrender.

A fight thought to last 45 minutes tops had come to almost 3 hours. At last they shot their way through the main hall into the expensive governor's quarters. They hit the deck as multiple booby traps went off. Taking the 2 Marines that stood with them. Rifle fire from above. Cover taken. Three Marines lobbed 3 grenades straight up the hall. Violent shaking. They moved up saturating the hallway in front of them with fire. Finally, silence. Then one last boom. The de facto Commander of the remnant guerilla force lit himself up. It was over.

Justosian casualties currently stood at a tallied 61. The Commander walked up to what was left of the governor's office. He peered at a decomposing body strung up in the corner. Probably the former, legitimate governor. He had with him a duffel bag.

"It's over. Praise Christ." One Private exclaimed.

"Hey. I'm getting something. We're being hailed on the comms." The Communications Sargent said.

"So what are they saying? Where the hell have they been!? Feel like we've been used."

The Commander took the contents out of the bag. He unfurled a strange looking new flag.

"We have. That's why we serve. In this case, we're the forefathers of an empire gentlemen. Let's find some champagne. Viva Justosia."

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