Time: March 3rd, 1 hour after the Manchester massacre
Location: 10 Minutes away from Geneva
POV: All-knowing
The four commanders sat silently in the car watching their Commander Mackensen analyse the battle map. A commander wanted to speak up when suddenly his neck hairs stood up straight, he looked at Mackensen who showed a stern gaze at him, causing him to swallow back his words. The war wasn't going in their favour, massive casualties to the garrison have led to half the city falling into Unionist hands. Currently, the proud Swiss 1st Army consisting of the 1st Armoured Division, 1st Mechanized Division, 2nd and 4th Motorized Divison and lastly the 1st Heavy Artillery Brigade are moving swiftly from the Motherbase to Geneva under the Command of Mackensen, with the Airforce currently fighting for air superiority. The 2nd and 3rd Army stationed at the Northern French border were holding defensive positions.
''ENEMY PLANES INCOMING!'' A reconnaissance vehicle shouted over the Radio.
The faces of the commanders turned solemn, as this signified one thing, the Swiss air force has lost the Air battle.
The Anti-Air vehicles quickly deployed and started to target the incoming planes. The continues sound of the Anti-air firing and the Trucks engine noises brought Mackensen back in a trance as he remembered the 1st world war, the deep trenches, the artillery fire, planes fighting in the skies, it felt like he was back at the war to end all wars, a mighty Aurora started to spread from Mackensen's body as his old knowledge was forcefully pushed back into his brain. the tactics, every battle he fought, every soldier's face that died under his command, every attack, from the western to the eastern front, he remembers it all clearly.
Complete calmness surrounded Mackensen, ''I became weak,'' Mackensen said softly to himself before whispering, ''I tried to act tough, but deep inside I didn't want to be.
The commanders around him looked confused as Mackensen said this, Mackensen continued but a bit louder, sweat beads started to form on the heads of the commanders as they heard what he said, ''I cared about my reputation, I wanted my enemies to save face. What stupendous thoughts. Wars aren't won through kindness, mercy or forgiveness. They are won by those who crush their enemies merciless! MEN! I authorise the use of Gas VIII from the lab XII!''
'I will show the world that I am back!' Mackensen thought to himself.
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Time: 10 Minutes until Mackensen's arrival
Location: Geneva Military HQ
POV: Local Commander in command
It was eerily silent in the HQ, 12 commanders surrounded a table off Geneva's HQ, many commanders were in their 50s and experienced the War to end all Wars. ''How...'' The commander swallowed his words, but another commander already answered, ''50.000''
The other commanders were praying for the dead citizens that died due to their slow response. The commander started to give out the orders slowly and calmly as he used the map to point out specific locations. ''As of now we have fortified the road crossings, tall buildings have been converted to observation posts, Anti-Air positions behind the Arve river have been installed. Besides that, we have already manned all bunkers build previously during the Great War. Our 8th panzer Brigade is currently being prepared for a push through the southern part of Geneva using the Route de Saint-Julien. While the 8th Panzer brigade is pushing through our reinforcements would have arrived, with which we will coordinate our plans together with. The situation is dire, half of Geneva is already fallen into Unionist hands, and due to our large anti-Socialist/Communist campaigns our citizens have fled to our part or have tried to fight back. All in all, it has caused 50.000 innocent people to die...'' The commander took a deep breath before continuing,'' Because of my incapabilities to defend the people I will join today's assault. I will transfer command to my second in command. If I die during the battle I will want people to know I have washed myself clean with this fate.''
The people just looked at their commander. He was in his 60s and seen all kinds of horrible things, but he has a clean consciousness which caused him to be unable to accept this blunder to be inept at defending the city the Marshall entrusted him with. The other saluted the Commander as he picked up his trusty rifle and walked through the door.
The Commander of the tank brigade was waiting for the Commander of Geneva, ''SIR!'' all men raised their fist to their chest. The sound of Anti-air firing in the distance could be heard, the constant shelling of artillery was seen from afar. ''Men...'' The commander started but stopped midway again. ''...Good luck.'' He finished, no inspiring speech, only the eery silence.
The tanks started their engines and drove through the still organisation controlled streets, making their way towards the Union-occupied areas. People were crying in the streets watching the tanks drive by, the commanders were out in the open as combat hasn't started yet. Kids were watching the Panzer IIs and IIIs speed through the street at 40km/h.
It wasn't long before they started to reach the disputed area. Gunshots could be heard continuously, shouting of men from both sides for supplies and medics, artillery barrages and even calling aeroplanes to attack. Nothing changed for 2 days, but today the Organisation decided to push through the south to cut off their rear before Union Tanks arrive.
'BOOM!' The tank third from the front was hit by an anti-tank weapon from the sides, causing the tanks behind to quickly come to a halt. The commanders closed their hatches immediately. ''FIRE!'' The commander of the Brigade shouted over the radio. Silence followed for 3 seconds before the sound of 3 Panzer IIIs firing their low-velocity 75mm Howitzer at the Anti-tank's location. In less than 4 seconds the position was obliterated, Infantry moved up with the tanks to support them and attacked the building the position was located in, quickly bogging down to a close-quarter combat.
The commanders were dumbfounded as they heard the reports on the Radio, ''Our Airforce lost?'' The Commander exclaimed softly.
Sorry for the late release, hope you enjoy, also I expanded our MC's character sheet on Auxillary chapter 1 :)
Time: 1 hour after Mackensen Took over command off the Geneva HQ
Location: HMS Dreadnought's Bridge
POV: Kyle's
The HMS Dreadnought cuts through the clouds as it is moving at maximum speed towards Switzerland, after the bombardment the communications were being jammed only after leaving the British Isles can we restart connections with Motherbase.
The CC was silent, no words were spoken ever since the Bombardments began and ended.
''This is the New Captain speaking, in 15 minutes we shall restore communications with Motherbase, as you all know we are currently at war with the Union, the situation is unknown. I want all men to prepare for a hard fight through France, we shall trailblaze right through it!'' The captain said slowly but firmly.
The Zeppelin which was in a festive mood again after finishing the Manchester Bombardment quickly returned to its solemn mood again. I had my hands under my chin as I complentated; 'Something is off, we have bombed Manchester to smithereens, yet no airforce has been sent to intercept us, yet they should be very close, why hasn't the radar picked anything up? This is very peculiar.'
I stood up from my seat and started to walk towards the Radar room to check if all instruments were working correctly. It took me 5 minutes to arrive at the room as it was located deep inside the Zeppelin, they mostly communicate directly through a cable and phone to the bridge, making it safe and secure.
All my hairs stand up straight as the feeling of danger overwhelms me, I unholstered my Pistol and unsheathed the Katana. I saw a flash in the corner of my eye, I reacted quickly jumping backwards.
The position I was standing last had an axe embedded into it. After which a voice came from all around me ''Well Well Well. It seems the Wanderer knows some skills.''
A playful smile appeared on my lips as I heard the voice, I started to calculate my chance 'Sex, Unknown. Strength, Unknown. Weaponry, Axes, Unknown. Location, Unknown. Chance of Survival, 45%. I wonder how they got onboard. No crew on this ship has low Loyalty levels, interesting. Very interesting!'
I listened carefully to any sounds, but to no avail. The enemy assassin was skilled enough to mask them over the engine noises. ''Gotcha!'' A voice shouted less than 1 metre away. I immediately thrust my Tanto in the Direction of the voice.
''Now-now-now, that is not nice, wanderer.'' The voice said as it grabbed my Tanto between his/her fingers.
My thoughts went into overdrive as I just realised I am fighting a formidable opponent. I jump to the right rolling over the ground and just in the nick of time as a throwing knife just passed me by a hair's length. 'Where are my Gold Skulls when you need them!' I cursed as I jumped again to the sides. I grab my Pistol and aimed it in the general direction of where the knives are coming from and fire.
''Tsk, using guns are we now.'' The voice said jokingly.
''BANG!'' A large calibre gun fired hurdling a shell towards me I couldn't doge, my only option is to reduce the damage as much as possible. The shell punctured my back at the location of my left lung, the stopping power of the bullet was at minimum a 12.7mm shell. It crushed my bones as it passed through my body, large amounts of pain assaults my brain.
''It seems your wanderer's gear can only stop certain bullets and shells below a certain calibre. Luckily I brought my anti-tank rifle.'' The voice stated coldly.
It was then that I noticed another few bullets lodged into my gear at the back. But couldn't penetrate due to the High-grade gear. Breathing became hard and my body was shaking badly due to the loss of internal structure due to many bones being broken. With a lot of effort did I squeeze one sentence out of my throat,
''Who and What are you?''
With that sentence I fainted due to the loss of blood, 'It seems my end has come.' I lamented to myself.
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I am sorry for a lapse in chapters, I can only say my project zapped me dry yesterday. I apologize to my readers.
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