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Ancient Enemy Twenty-two; ATTN: Val
Topic Started: May 18 2013, 09:26 PM (1,147 Views)
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Aberlein, Burohian Empire
March 17, 313: 12:20 P.M.

"One, two, three--" Maxim struck, thrusting his rapier forward. His opponent parried, knocking the rapier aside and taking his own lunge. Maxim side-stepped out, before coming round and slashing his opponent across the shoulder. The man staggered, his blood flying out of his would and staining both his tattered clothes and the marble floor.

Maxim raised his weapon, gracefully cutting through the air as he prepared. His opponent took a step back, managing to raise his weapon despite his wounded shoulder.

"Good, good," Kalo mused, watching his teenage son step approach the maggot man. "Your form's improved, Maxim."

The boy smirked, stepping forward again. His target stepped back. Their shadows danced across the room, the afternoon penetrating the long windows that lined the edge of the room. The man's blood continued to seep from his shoulder would, working it's way through his clothes. He felt the coolness stick against his skin, which suddenly to reinforce his will to live.

With a grunt, the man tightened his face and lunged forward. Maxim stepped back and sideways, only to have the man pursue him. He parried the next blow, though took another step back. Again, the man pursued, bring his blade in another trust forcibly. Maxim brought his own strength to bear, knocking aside the blow and lunging forward.

The blade went through the man.

Another gleamed high, aimed down.

A shot rang out.

Maxim withdrew, easing his blade out of the man and kicking the body back. It was then he noticed the man's raised weapon, and blood flowing out of the man's skull. Maxim glanced at his father, whose silver revolver lay in his hand.

“Stupid boy,” Kalo barked. “You almost got yourself killed!” He crossed the room in a flash, appearing before Maxim suddenly and slapping the boy across the face. Maxim reeled, knocked back several steps by his father’s sheer strength. “You are my succ—“

“Sire.”

Kalo calmed, lowering his hand and turning towards the doors, where a black-clad man stood. “What?” Kalo demanded.

“General Mayzen sends word.”

Kalo blinked, nodded once. He shoot a look at the dead man, scowling as he noticed the blood reach his shoes. He shot another round into the man’s face, splattering blood and brain throughout the polished floor. “Stupid slave scum,” he seethed. “We’ve found you at last.”

He chuckled, pass the guard on the way to the door. “Cleanse the room and escort my son to his room.”


250 Kilometers Southwest of Ravenne
12:42 P.M.

“Emperor.” General Mayzen nodded at his laptop screen, staring into the fiery eyes of his Lordship, the feared Emperor Kalo IV of the Buroh Empire.

Kalo returned the gesture. “General Mayzen,” he boomed. “How goes the front?”

“Our troops are in position, Sire. The entire Silver Wolf Corps is prepared to stream across the border and siege their cities.”

Again, Kalo nodded, a smirk breaking across his face. “Excellent, excellent! I want you to raze that city to the ground, General. The scum has dared avoid us for millennia; we must show them what our policy on insurrection is.”

“To the man, Sire?”

“To the man, General. Each man, cut down; each woman, reminded of her place; and every child brought back beneath our boots. Fail, and it’s your head.”

Mayzen cringed, grimacing as he nodded. “Understood, Sire.”

“Good. Farewell, General.”

The screen blackened, allowing Mayzen to slough into his seat with a heavy sigh. “General? Your orders?”

Mayzen shifted his eyes onto his staff, who stared at him expectantly. The man sat up instantly, putting on his best scowl. “You heard the Emperor. Eradicate them.”


Gilmore Pass, Buroh-Sylvarian Border
01:00 P.M.

“Enemy patrol, detected on twelve. Engagement, ETA forty seconds.”

“Confirmed, Blue Sparrow One. Hit ‘em fast. 3rd Brigade still twenty kilometers behind.”

“Confirmed, Sparrow’s Nest; beginning attack run now.”

The air roared, as the beastly ground-attack aircraft opened fire from its forward run. Within seconds, a stream of 40mm explosive rounds found its mark, sending the Sylvarian patrol vehicle flying. The beast flew overheard, rushing to make another pass.

“Second patrol, at our two,” the pilot declared, seeing another dust storm blowing to his east. “Engage, fire control, engage.”

The massive craft continued forward, regaining altitude. A few seconds passed before a dull explosion signaled to the pilot the 105mm cannon was discharged. Another passed, before the target region exploded, throwing dirt and metal into the air.

“Border patrols in our section eliminated, Sparrow’s Nest. Returning to base.”

“Confirmed, Blue Sparrow One. Watch out, the Hawks have taken off.”

“Roger. Will be vigilant.”

The craft spun, arching back towards its homeland. The invasion force came into view, a storm of dust and dirt rising into the air in an echelon formation across the entire pass. The main invasion force was coming in from the south, intending on cutting off Ravenne from its country.

Simultaneously, the pilot eyed dozens of birds rushing towards the border. From the Sylvarians’ lack of any solid border patrols, he could guess they’d be taken by surprise. He expected the fighter-bombers would meet little resistance in the skies as they moved to bomb Sylvarian air bases off the map.

((OOC: Val requests pause, till he returns from his trip. Pause approved.))
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"General Hamza," I replied aboard the aircraft carrier, fresh from my meeting with the Assurian President, "What's this you say about the patrols?"

"They've gone missing, sir." He replied "Both patrols sent out."

I grew worried, I didn't know if they had crashed or if something worse was happening. "Get four Wolfires up and ready for recon." I told the nearest aide, "I don't want any surprises, patrol the are where they went missing." The chain of command was immediate, everybody was rushing to their station. patrols didn't go missing. they get destroyed, the beacon at least.

"Have Ravenne on alert for signs of trouble," I told another aide, something wasn't right, it didn't make any sense.

I stood at the terminal on the ship, anxiously waiting for a view on what was going on, half an hour passed before they made it to the crash site.

--TACOM THIS IS TECH-9 DO YOU COPY?--

They finally responded, I opened the receiver "This is Tacom, what do you have for us Tech-9?"
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Gilmore Pass, Buroh-Sylvarian Pass
1:45 P.M.

"A storm, sir." The pilot gasped, as his console suddenly began to beep and whine madly. "Bogey on my two. Oh shit, there's more!" The entire to edge of his radar began to blink red, as the Buroh mobile SAM launchers opened fire. "Squadron, break formation!"

The four Wolfires split apart, as four missiles streaked towards them from the west.

"Sir," the pilot managed, as his body fought the stress of his high-speed maneuvers. "There is a large unknown formation approaching from the west. They have engaged; repeat, they have engaged." The computer began to whine again, as another missile joined the hunt and the first came closer and closer in.


Sylvarian Airspace
1:50 P.M.

"Blue Hawk Leader, this is Hawk's Nest, do you read?" The pilot glanced at his radio, before turning his attention back to the scene outside his aircraft. His squadron was flying around him, and he could see another group flying a few dozen kilometers away. Then another group of silvery glisters further out. "Boots have made contact with enemy flyers. Proceed with original objectives. Watch yourselves out there."

The pilot nodded silently, before flipping a switch on his console. "Blue Hawks, this is Squad Leader. Enemy aircraft have engaged our forces. Proceed with mission objective."

His squadron returned a line of conformations, before their radio fell back into silence. Flying at low altitude, the six hawk squadron--each composed of eight aircraft--had managed to penetrate the Sylvarian airspace.

"Alpha point ETA, four minutes," Squad Leader said a few moments later. "Blue Hawks, engage as briefed."

Another line of rogers. This time, it was accompanied with the squadron breaking formation. Two sped up, arming their anti-radiation missiles as they gain altitude into range of the Sylvarian's radar. Another four skid lower, preparing to release their cluster munitions on the enemy hangers and runways. The last two rose after the first pair, on the lookout for enemy fighters.
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I could feel the blood drain from my face, large enemy force
I turned and grabbed the closest man to me "Evacuate Ravenne. Now!" There was a flurry of movement as people scuttled everywhere, roughly 20 Pegasus aircraft scrambled into the air with an escort of razerbeaks header towards Ravenne.

"General Hamza, I want all forces on the border ASAP. And someone get me on the line with Shadow!" I shouted, klaxons started going off as 20 more wolfires and 30 razerbeaks took off to support the 4 wolfires on the border.

"Affirmative, my lord." Hamza replied "The rear guard is coming up to engage these aggressors, we will know who dared fight the Sylvarian Legions."

"Defending the populace is the highest priority, put all cities on Red Alert, I want everyone to be ready."

I didn't think it would happen, not in my time at least. I sat down, too many thoughts running through my head.



Sylvarian Border. Sergeant Bashar Hummingale, Blue Dragon Legion

"Roger Tacom, Bogeys inbound at 0277, Mark 6 preparing for Air Support" I replied to the chattering comm. The Starfire Tank, my baby Bessie, revved as I started her up, immediately on the screen several targets and signals came up, I noted bogeys and friendlies as the Wolfires came in to engage. Several other Starfires in the areas also booted up onto the grid, "Launching guided SAM." I punched in the controls and three rockets launched out, I switched over to monitor controls as I guided the rockets, chasing the planes in an attempt to destroy them, a salvo from three other Starfires in the vicinity cornered the planes as they fled from my rockets.
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Gilmore Pass
2:05 P.M.

"Sir, enemy unknown formation approaching for the east."

The commander stepped towards his radar operator, careful to watch his step as the vehicle moved beneath him. Even the SAM was advancing with the troops. "Intercept them." The man said simply, noting the large array of pings the machine was reading off. He turned to another officer, "call for air support. We've nearly half a hundred aircraft coming down on us."

"Sir!"

As the infantry continued across the border, mobile SAM launchers stopped and took position. As the Sylvarian aircraft approached within a hundred-fifty kilometers, it quickly found itself faced with a swarm of anti-aircraft missiles. The Buroh would take no chances, launching up to three missiles per craft.


100 KM Sylvarian Airbase
"Fire one!" Two missiles released, quickly breaking away from the aircraft. The thrusters burst alive, and the missile rapidly took off--flying towards the Sylvarian radar installations nearly a hundred kilometers away. "Fire two!" Another volley let loose.

"Don't let those bastards within dogfight distance!" Blue Hawk Leader arched his aircraft, sweeping left tightly to engage the incoming Wolfires. His wingman quickly followed suit, as the four other flight partners continued towards the base. The point fighters depleted their anti-radiation missiles within minutes--firing off a total of twelve and quickly arched to join their commander. Missiles streaked out from beneath them however, making one go explodey-boom, and the other to crash into the forest beneath... and then go explodey-boom.

Blue Hawk Leader stared forward, watching the targeting computer attempt to get a lock on the approaching fighters. All of a sudden, the red cruiser started blinking green rapidly, accompanied by a loud cheery beeping. "Fire one!"

It seemed his entire wingman had gotten a lock as well, as two missiles broke free from their aircraft and wound their way towards the Sylvarians.
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"Tacom this is Ravenguard 332 taking heavy losses!" The comm. spurted, I looked at the charts, the enemy was pushing forward fast.

"This is Tacom to all units, the city is still being evacuated, hold out at all costs." I replied, I looked back to the charts, "I want more Starfires holding these positions, and where are the Crimson Wolves?"

"They are near the border and close to engagement." An aide replied.




Gilmore Pass, Private William Jaeger, 5th platoon, Crimson Wolves Legion
The Flatbacks rolled forwards in the woods, the enemy positions as the squad leader mentioned on the maps were moving towards Ravenne, Ravenne was my home. We didn't know who these people were but we sure as hell weren't going to let them get away with invading us.

--LZ in 5 Zone is hot-- the driver reported. the cabin began to shake as the flatback ground to a halt, we had our rifles at the ready before the hatch fell down, then we charged at the enemy, guns blazing.



Sergeant Bashar Hummingale, Sylvarian Border

I let loose another salvo into the oncoming planes as they let loose rockets towards the oncoming Wolfires, all which banked in several directions releasing flares and decoys, disabling the rockets. Support crews in the forest also set flare cannons to try and disrupt the heat seeking missiles. Then I saw the bulk of the counterattack, the hardier Razerbeaks flew in releasing a salvo of all assortments of rockets, some headed into the enemy pilots and others over to Gilmore Pass, I could only think of what was going on there.

I let loose another Salvo along with the other Starfires, my old Bessie was doing great.
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Gilmore Pass, Private William Roger
And you find yourself faced with a wide plain, stretching hundreds of kilometers to the west and east. You can see the river a few dozen kilometers to the west, and the city you're prepared to die protecting is visible in a haze a few degrees north. From this distance, the place's tall buildings look almost ethereal.

Unfortunately, you can't take in the sight for very long. Enemy armor had broken it's line formation, and was now advancing in an echelon movement. It's lead elements are far to the south, as the enemy force seems to intend to sweep northward. You can't tell--that's not your specialty.

You might not get a chance to shine, however, as your position finds itself the target of a rocket volley. The first white streak is in your peripheral vision, landing a few dozen meters to your north. It's then you notice there are countless more raining down on you, all along your line.

You cringe, as one seems to head right for you.


Gilmore Front Headquarters, 250km Southeast of Ravenne
"It's getting cloudy out there, sir."

Mayzen glanced at the map, as the aid again moved the pieces on the board. His vanguard troops--all sixty-thousand of them--had penetrated forty kilometers into Ravenne before making contact with Sylvarian ground forces. He was told that the commander at the front ordered the advancing position showered with artillery rockets, as his force continued arched north towards the city. Another six-thousand weren't far behind, and were to engage the advancing enemy force.

The priority for the 4th Army--the vanguard forces--was the capture of Ravenne, after all. 5th Army was to protect the 4th's flanks, while 6th Army...

Mayzen smiled. The 6th Army should be arriving at position.

"Sir, we've found the enemy fleet."

"How far?" Mayzen questioned.

"About five-hundred kilometers from our coast, heading north."

Mayzen nodded, studying the man again. "Have we any units in the region?"

"I heard the 8th Sea Wolf Pack was assigned as Naval Support," another man answered.

"Let them handle it then," Mayzen commanded. "We need to focus on taking Ravenne." He grabbed a headset, glaring at his radio operator. The young grimaced slightly, nodding and quickly pushing buttons rapidly.

The device at Mayzen's ear suddenly crackled, before a crisp voice feed through, "Vagrant Air Force Base."

"Colonel Allen," Mayzen boomed, "where is our air cover?"


6th Army, 40 kilometers West of Ravenne, Captain Gallen
It was fortunate the forests here weren't particularly thick, else we'd have had trouble squeezing our vehicles through. Thankfully, we were advancing on schedule, and would reach the riverfront within thirty minutes. At that point... I looked to the front.

The bulldozer-armed IFV were leading the way, crunching their way through the sparse trees. Behind me, the rocket artillery platoon was staying in a few columns--following the paths cleared by the IFVs. Our force would arrive 30 kilometers west of the city, well within range of the force's munitions. A little fear-mongering would soften these slaves... the airborne troops shouldn't be too long after us.


Skies above the Border
As the Sylvarians threw aircraft at the Buroh, the Buroh SAM was more than happy to greet them--launching missile after missile at the incoming aircraft. At least, until the Buroh air force arrived. At that point, a large flight of fighters steaming in from the south, unloading missiles before smashing into the Buroh forces for dogfights.


Western Ikarian Sea
Two Buroh submarines rose from the depths. The Sylvarian fleet was visible in the horizon, a few steel constructs penetrating the skyline. Within minutes, the two submarines released six cruise missiles each, before diving back into the darkness. From their northeast, another pair of submarines released their share, while another loner released from the Sylvarian's fleet due-east.

All in all, the Sylvarian fleet would find itself assaulted by thirty cruise missiles from it's entire south-east flank.
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Klaxons went off as i saw on the radar the cruise missiles heading towards us, "This is Tacom Sea Six, Hunt those missiles down now or we are all dead."
the 32 KX-14 Sharks surrounding the Atlantis let lose salvos of counter-missile rockets, disabling each one before coming close to the Atlantis, I then watched in horror as a few streaked away and slammed into six Hel Destroyers, crippling one and sinking the other five. They died slow deaths, lifeboats being sent out to collect any survivors.

"Attention all Hunters," I spoke through the comm. infuriated. "the enemy thinks to disable us in one swipe, remove them from our waters."

Roughly 20 Hunter X classes broke formation and launched torpedoes towards the enemy submarines, engaging in underwater warfare.




Salvarian Border, West Forest, Outpost A450, Tank Sergeant Gregor Ravenor

The blips came up on radar, more forces, pushing in from the west. I grabbed the receiver, "Code Red this is outpost A450, Code Red, we have enemy forces pushing west."

"General Oubaid here," the comm responded, "Forces En route."

I roused the men from their bunkers with the klaxon, we had a few Vindicators, a Starfire and two Scorpions, barely enough for us to hold out, but we had to do what we could, a few Razerbeaks from a nearby airbase flew overhead on patrol.
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((OOC: Tactical bombardment on Isle Gilmore. Also: I should's probably arrived at the city by now. It's, like, 100 kilometers away, at most...))

Western Ikarian Sea
Unfortunately for the Hunters, by the time they reached the suspected launch sites, the submarines had long been gone.


6th Army Vanguard, Outpost A450, Captain Gallen
2:35 P.M.

Shit. An enemy base. It was a few kilometers away, a dot sticking out of the plains just before the river. I glanced at my radio operate, "Call an airstrike; I want that facility wiped off the map."


Skies above the Border
2:50 P.M.

The battle here kept raging, both sides feeding aircraft after aircraft until the grinder. The Buroh SAM had been forced to stop firing, for fear of hitting friendly aircraft. Although, that did allow them to continue advancing. The 4th Army was well advanced, reaching the outskirts of the city already. The 5th Army wasn't far behind, maintaining a formation against enemy forces arriving from the east. In the west, the 6th Army was making it's way through the forest paths, though the vanguard was engaging enemy positions.

A few Buroh aircraft stood out. They were still well within the Empire's border; big, awkward things, flying in a steady formation as they weaved northward, towards friendly territory. It was sudden and steady--a single shadow fellow out from beneath the lead aircraft, then the right straggler, followed by the left. Then a thirty second pause, before the lead bomber released.

They did it four times, throwing a total of twelve tonnes of explosives. Within five seconds of launch, each shadow suddenly burst alive--an explosion of fire in it's tail beginning to guide them towards Outpost A450. While the skies were yet unsafe for a true bombardment, a missile shower were still within safe bounds.
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I saw the blips on my radar, we were dead men. "Lets make this count." I said in the comm.

The Starfire tank staged to artillery mode, no way we were going down without a fight. it let lose everything it had, a some odd 20 missiles towards the oncoming enemy forces, I didn't care if we didn't make it, trying was better than nothing.

"Move out." I ordered, we charged full speed towards the enemy, and then the rockets struck. The Scorpions crumpled from the impact and the Starfire exploded. I couldn't tell casualties because Reaver, my Vindicator, was flipping down the hill, the explosions rocked it off the ground and now we were tumbling down through trees and overgrowth. One of my men flew out of his seat, the belt tearing from the force, I think I saw blood leak from his helmet before I blacked out.




Ikarian Sea, S.E.S. Atlantis

"General Oubaid here," The comm. reported, "Outpost A450 has been destroyed, casualties are unknown."

I felt ready to collapse, "are all forces in Ravenne? How many civilians are left?"

"An estimated 8 million, sir." Not even half were evacuated

"The enemy is at our front door general!" I shouted, "We need to act NOW." I turned to another comm. with General Hamza, "I want you to bring a hammer on the west, where is the 5th platoon?"

"They are engaging enemy forces crossing Gilmore Pass, my Lord, the 7th platoon and the Silver Serpent platoon is coming down from the south to intercept the forces attacking."
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The enemy managed to let off a few rockets before our airstrike wiped them out. Even worse, the rockets were within range--and accurate. The volley fell on our line as it exited the forest. One of the tanks was hit--blocking the road. Luckily, the enemy was wiped out within moments.

A few vehicles were busted on the road, making it impossible for the rest of the force to move forward. Fortunately, we'd a few bulldozers on hand. It wouldn't take long to push the wreck out of the way.

It's still lost time, however.


Outskirts of Ravenne, Captain Burros
The city looked heretic in the horizon. Smoke was rising steadily in sectors, likely as the people freaked about the incoming enemy force. Even from here, the line of vehicles leaving the east westward were vision. The evacuation had probably been ordered an hour early, and only now reaching it's peek activity. Still, the line seemed an impressive military target...

"I want that convoy stopped," I commanded. The radio operator to my side nodded, before quickly heading to work. I could see enemy formations rolling south ahead of my formation. I didn't need to pass orders down the line, before the lead elements began to engage.
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I looked at the maps, General Hamza and Masyaf on either side of me.

"We've lost too much on these border skirmishes," Hamza said, "We must fall back and regroup in a counter attack, we cannot win like this."

"Are you mad?" Masyaf yelled, "That will sign the death warrant of Ravenne! we cannot allow this to happen!"

"The enemies are already on the border, in a matter of hours they will be bombarding the city, it has already been lost, we have to protect the convoys that have already retreated and make a counterattack."

I wanted to collapse, this couldn't be happening. "Where are all the other forces?" I said weakly.

"They are still en-route to Ravenne." I heard someone answer, my head was swimming by now.

I had to make the final decision.

"It's decided." I said. "Fall back to Ravenne, all forces there are to make a last stand."

I then passed out.




General Oubaid, Ravenne outskirts

What forces we had left gathered around the outskirts of Ravenne waiting for the enemy, by Atunael we didn't even know who they were.

Regiments of men were in the city, rushing who they could out. Many were leaving by military transports, but by the time the enemy arrived there would still be roughly 7 million people left.

We waited for the enemy to come into view. we were well entrenched and would hold out as long as we could.

"Listen up men," I spoke through the comm. "By our Honor we are bound to die here on this soil today. The enemy has been ruthless and we have lost many men, we have one last mission and that is to defend this city until you die. Make your Legionmasters proud, for We Never Forgive, We Never Forget, We Are Legion!"

A round of cheers came up, and as the first enemies came over the ridge the Starfires fired salvos, along with fire from the Guardian tanks and Vindicator tanks. Today we would die with Honor.
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05:15 P.M.

Mayzen studied the map, running his eyes over every position and considering every possibility. Five minutes earlier, he'd been informed that the Sylvarian forces had began to disengage, retreat towards the forest that spawned the area east of Ravenne. Invading that area would be troublesome--the highway through the forest may have been wide, but it was too risky, with an unknown zone around it.

Ravenne was important. Holding it was necessary to advance further, to not leave a Sylvarian outpost behind. Consequently, he'd placed the best men of the Empire on the job: the 4th Army, commanded by the ruthless Lieutenant General Shushman. On the west side of the river was Lieutenant General Hungmen's 6th Army, ordered to route around and hit Ravenne from behind. The 5th Army, under Lieutenant General Frogger, reported was to cover the 4th Army's flank, presently placing him watching the Sylvarians retreat towards the forest.

The front had gotten silent after that. Sylvarian forces had retreated either to the east or to the city. Shushman had paused fifteen kilometers from the city, giving his men an opporunity to recover, reload, and reorganize. Now though...

"Order Shushman to take the city," Mayzen commanded. A nearby aid nodded, quickly went to work on the radio. "The convoy was stopped, correct?"

Another aid in his periphery nodded, adding, "One of the frontline commanders had requested an airstrike. The bombers that passed by earlier got them too."

Mayzen nodded, satisfied. "I want the city ours by sunup."


4th Army, Outskirts of Ravenne
05:22 P.M.

"How many?" Shushman questioned, as his intelligence officer slipped back into the room.

"About two-thousand, Sir," the officer returned. "Most of them lined on the southern front, facing our forces. The 6th Army has transferred a division to your command."

Shushman nodded, glancing back at the map on the table. The division had already reported in, unofficially of course. "How many enemy birds are still in the air?"

"Neither side is relinquishing the field, sir," another aid answered. "I don't think the Big Nest will approve a bombing run."

"Request a missile run, then," Shushman answered. The enemy had been kind enough to line their troop for him, at the edge of the city. "I want the line softened for our men."

"Yes sir."

Outskirts of Ravenne
05:38 P.M.

The Buroh strike as one. The tanks began advancing first, rushing forward to bust open the enemy fortifications. The rest of the Buroh force was holding back; there wasn't a need for them, when the tank force alone nearly outnumbered the defenders in the south.

The 4th Army wasn't the defenders's only problem, however. Across the river, over ten-thousand troops began to ford the river. Above the city, the battle for the air still raged--even as another bombing run showered the Ravenne defense line in missiles.



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The tanks charging at the city were met with anti tank mines, salvos from the Starfires, and Vindicators. "Give them all you have!" I shouted over the comm. Overhead missiles exploded. The enemy was slowed, but still moving.

"All marines, fall back to the spires."
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Bloodbath in Ravenne
March seventeen, three-hundred and thirteen Era Renässan. It was a cool spring afternoon. The Buroh-Sylvarian War was hours old at the time. Emperor Val had already ordered the evacuation of the border city of Ravenne. It was too late, however. Buroh troops, taking the Sylvarian Empire by surprise, reached the city one hour into the evacuation. What happened afterwards can only be described as an absolute monstrosity—a brutal crime against humanity itself.

The event—dubbed the “Ravenne Massacre”, the “Ravenne Atrocity”, and even the “Rape of Ravenne”—began with the assault on Ravenne by the Buroh Imperial Army at approximately 6:00 P.M. that day. The Buroh Empire was merciless, crushing the defenders—already recognized as heroes of the Sylvarian Empire—to the man in a ruthless attack. Though there are few available reports, it is believed the defenders were done in by a long range bombardment, before Buroh armored forces stormed the front. The battle was one-sided as a result; “An-estimated two-hundred Buroh died storming the city, to the Sylvarian two-thousand military personnel,” (Jenkins 42). Some believe that chemical weaponry was also used, though this has been largely disproven: “Most of the fighting was done from armored vehicles, which are protected against NBC weaponry,” (Cortez).

It was after the Buroh took the city that the worst atrocities happened. The evacuation was stopped in its tracks when a Buroh airstrike destroyed the highways out of the city and blocked the road with charred remains. The entire highway was devastated afterward, with “The Buroh Imperial Air Force steadily wiping out the vehicles on the path towards the city,” (Jenkins 43). An estimated four-thousand people were killed, before the rest fled back to the city—a madman’s rush which “Saw the death of approximately two-thousand people,” (Malfoy 22). This turn of events trapped the city’s population—an estimated seven million men, women, and children—in the city, with Buroh forces quickly moving in.

The city’s police force—working with brave recruits of the Blue Crest Academy in the city, surviors of the battle outside the city, and even armed volunteer citizens—attempted to put on a military resistance. It was a futile effort, however; “with superior equipment, organization, and training, the Buroh managed to overwhelm the makeshift defenders by nightfall,” (Jenkins 44). A few zones of resistance survived the night, but were destroyed in airstrikes the next day.

By that point, the city was already engulfed in anarchy. Buroh troops were streaming in from the entire south-southeast flank, as well as from throughout the river. Sylvarian military relief efforts were held back by the Buroh’s 5th Army, which allowed the “Ravenne Massacre” to unfold over the consequent three days.

You see, after the civilians retreated to the city, many took shelter in the subway systems—the entrances were the fiercest points of resistance to Buroh military advances (Jenkins 46). Others took shelter in refugee camps, and many more in superstores across the city. Regardless, it was when Buroh troops began penetrating these areas that the first blood-curling reports began filing in.

The first ones came in at approximately 2:15 A.M., March 18. An unknown Blue Crest officer was staying in contact with a refugee camp in the southwest corner of the city, attempting to assure the people (Potter 18). He was shocked, when he heard the door be kicked open, and Buroh males began screaming. What followed was a short exchange, the contents of which I cannot include in the report, which ended with the woman in tears, and the officer being relieved due to sickness (Potter 22).

These reports would continue throughout the next three days. An estimated five-hundred-thousand people were killed over the course of those six days. Rape was abundant during these six days, with many survivors reporting that their “wives and daughters were sexually assaulted in front of them,” (Wesley 38). Autopsies of the dead female bodies discovered throughout the city revealed that eight out of ten were raped or otherwise sexually violated within an hour before death. Not even children were spared: “Some victims as young as ten,” (Wesley 42).

A disproportionate amount of the dead found were adult males, leading to the belief that many males were executed on sight. However, this could be inaccurate, as many woman and children were relocated to the Buroh Empire over the two-week long occupation. Not all of these victims have been found, and Sylvarian military forces in the empire’s old territories are searching for traces of mass graves. (Wesley 68)

The city began the event with an estimated seven million people. By the time the Buroh were forced out nearly a month later, only half a million survivors were found within the city wall—along with nearly two million dead bodies scattered throughout the city. Additional remains are still being discovered in the river, though it’s also believed much evidence was carried downstream (Wesley 60). It’s believed that the other five million were moved to the Buroh Empire itself, their fate presently unknown. Faced with this evidence, and expectant of the investigations still being conducted, it should be relatively easy to recognize the events that transpired in Ravenne from March 16 to March 22 are crimes against civilized life and humanity as a whole, and that those responsible should be tried accordingly.
Bibliography
Cortez, Daniel. “Did the Buroh Empire Employ Chemical Weaponry?” The Ishtar Times. 15 Mar. 315. Web. 4 Jan. 316.
Jenkins, Alfred. “The Battle for Ravenne” International Arms. Oct. 315: 41-49.
Malfoy, Guy. “War-crimes During the Battle of Ravenne” Jun. 315: 20-24.
Potter, Haut. Bravery: A Collection of Blue Crest Stories During the Rape of Ravenne. Tiamat: Harper Books, 315.
Wesley, Bart. The Ravenne Massacre. Anshar: Matthews-Williams, 315.


((OOC: I didn't feel like typing up the rape itself, so have a free student report on the matter. The bits claimed probably happened, soo... yeah.

March 22: Buroh troops would still be running around the city, killing people and stuffing them into barges/cattle cars to take 'em back to the Empire. The 5th army still be facing you off, and the 6th army would be maneuvering around it's north. Reinforcements would be arriving, and a new front would have been opened in the north.))
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