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Legions marched down the soft marshes of the Raunin Falls, the plump green grasses only slightly hiding the blood beneath it’s underbrush. The tanks quietly, like children creeping into their beds at night, raced across the night, past the careful plains and the looming mountains. The softness, of the grass, was greatly undermined by the whisperings of the darkness that laid in the night. This was, another civil war, the fourth, and last of it’s era, one that would befall into the hands of Illuminaatrix. It would be Jenrak collapsing into war once more, but at it’s weakest points. It’s greatest generals dead, their bodies screaming in agony and disapproval from their blatant graves of stone and flame and torture. It’s military crushed under the heels of the terrorized legions, Sanduras and Hsac gaining ever more influence amongst the unwary. The king’s dreams of an empirical Jenrak was crumbling, not of politics, nor the wars, nor the creeping threats of and foreign armies, but of religion.

The single sole thing that kept the same in Jenrak; religion. During the crowning of General Illuminaatrix as the watcher, the Lord of Haasdra while only infant Alledrias Dreskisk grew, the White Patriarch of Naharank, and Erges, did not approve of a woman taking the future throne. For in the laws of Ascherach, after Arnalia’s fall, the scriptures wrote so clearly:

And Bring upon the blood of virgins of women’s and their hearts, and cut their eyes out for they will be uncontrolled, but foreseen. They will be the doom of us all, the blood of our death flows in their crackled veins, as the dark hoof only looks for it’s prey.

The Ascheran Bible was what kept the Jenrakian Church in a single piece. But now, as tradition takes it, the first born child would reign, and Arcarum’s only bloodline lives in poor Alledrias’ veins. She would be the target of all of Ascheran religion. Jenrakians, all over the world, living in their homes elsewhere, diplomats and soldiers, had taken transportation back to their homelands, whether they were born in Jenrak, or not. They were called by the Tsellian church to come serve their souls to the great flame of dissent. In a great wisp of war, spears shunned and swords blazed with hatred, a hatred that burns within every soldier and every machine of war that was geared towards their enemies.

In a world where weapons a thousands times more dangerous and a million times more effective than what was the case years ago, only faith would be the judge of the brutal outcome. In the first morning of the Naharank Church’s declaration of disapproval, the Arch-Cathedral of Aur launched their fury in an assassination of The Grey Patriarch Keledact. Failed, but only igniting the fire that would rage everlasting, Keledact waged a furious damnation upon all rivalling churches, and most importantly of his religious victims, the White Patriarch himself, Aroqna. Aroqna’s power was first thought to be enough, but his exercise of his authority went greatly too far so many times. In an effort to oust the corrupt advocate, a legion of zealots marched their ways through the sand-blasted desert, en route to Haasdra, in an attempt to make him change his mind.

But slate of war was not so easy to quell. Sadists were the first to show them that power was in war, and that in war, the Churches split, into thousands of different sects. People were prepared, the economy in static, and the Jenrakian treasuries drained of their resources as they prepared for the final religious ceremonial onslaught. The soldiers were not driven by imperialism, slick talking politics, or anything else, but by philosophers, monks and priests. They were fighting for their souls. It was here, in the soft marshes of the Raunin Falls, at the clasp of dusk, they quickly raced across the desolate plains, watching for any sign of movement, a massive Fist of Stone leading their every way, Sword Bearing polices watching as the dangerous zealots only quietly crept up the night’s flask.

Upon the dreary town, the lights so softly blinking, the haze fogging their visions, the leader quietly clicking in to his communicator. “Father Keledact, what do we do a village in Raunin?” He asked, waiting for a reply.

“They are Heretics, and only damnation can save their souls.” Keledact replied, as the leader dropped his communicator, aiming carefully with his rifle as a guard walked by. In a swift move, a bullet was wound into his head, as the guard fell, and the soldiers leaped up from their hiding posts, and, blades drawn, ran towards the villages, gunfire ablaze from the supporting units, the Fists of Stone rampaging amongst them.

Eithras Kalidamn! Was all that was heard, before the villagers, once humbly sleeping, were nothing but corpses.

N Y C wholehartedly condemns this act. You are only creating more strife for yourselves. Cease at once if you wish your nation to preserve itself, which it seems to be having a hard time doing already.
-Romani Al-Manhajj, N Y C State Department

To the Legitimate Government of Jenrak:

We would like to help you in any way possible, be it military strength, monitary aid, or refugee acceptance. We ask of nothing in return. Should you accept, we shall move aid to your nation quickly. We already have soldiers in transports for another campaign, however, they may be diverted to your quadrant immedieatly.

No citizen should question his government or country, but serve it loyally and faithfully.

Sincerely,

Shogun Himura Kenshin
via ICS Kaze's Bridge

From the Halls of Elnias Illuminaatrix,
To the nation of N Y C
It is much more difficult to maintain. It is in a deadlock. Either religion or tradition would take a hold and cause a civil war in our nation. Apparently, it seems Arcarum's fashioned the Jenrakian nation to die with him, but I am doing my best to keep the religious structure intact. The political system will continue, but Jenrak's military is controlled by religious fanatics, and that would be a difficult thing to stop.

From the Church of Auxis
To the Pschycotic Pschycos
I, Priest Ethruix, only wish a stable peace, one of the only reasons why I went to war against the faithless. Aid me, for you must truly not be tempted by the vile demons of the churches of others.

From the Church of Huroginaax
Dearly respect Pschycotic Pschycos
Do not heed any of the messages you may have been sent, for the Lords of great Ascherach have deemed me as their preservist, and without my men, we could not have this nation in the first place. Do not be twisted by lies of others, only look in what you know is right. We are the true ones.

From the Halls of Elnias Illuminaatrix
To the nation of Pschycotic Pschycos
Should you gain any messages from the churches, do not fall into their trap. Jenrak is in need of military support, as the bulk of our military is theologically controlled. A downside to a theocracy, but it aids in wars, sadly only against our enemies, and it does too much damage against us. Any assistance is thankfully grateful from us.

To the Church of Auxis:
If you truly desire peace, you would not have started a fight. To know peace is to know how to recognize human differances, and live peacefully with them.

To the Church of Huroginaax:
An argument such as "we are the true ones" is never a good one. There have been many cultures and religions to say "we are the true ones". We are not intervening on a theological level. We are intervening on a national level.

To Elnias Illuminaatrix:
We have 8 million men standing by in transports from another campaign, along with heavy naval support. Shall we divert them to your area? Before that, what is the state of your navy and costal areas? Also, what is the current situation with civilians, are they all fighting, or standing idle? We want to restrict any noncombatant casualties.

Shogun Himura Kenshin

In the stone hearth of the city of ghosts, Murun, disappearances were often, murders frequent without a single reason. The supernatural was their science, and science, it seemed, has forgotten this evilly desecrated city. People would not walk out at night, they would not go in pairs, but in groups, in fear of another assault of fear upon their faces. But in this night, in this evil, lay the pure church of Sethros, burned and pillaged to the ground. The fanatics fought back against the mobs of the angry people, as they fired off as a dangerous militia that soon gathered force in the city, gaining more and more allies to their side in this bloodthirsty assault.

Gunfire sleeted through the air as the bullets only left behind the smoking trails of their remains, the cannons roaring as the tanks crushed through the streets, rampaging loosely as the people attempted to gruesomely crawl upon it’s barbed surface. Introx Emmimun! They would yell, in a tandem, spit and blood would fly from their mouths, fighters and the helicopters dropping more soldiers into the bleak and deadly city nights. As Sethros burned, only the duchesses flamed with a weary fire that showed the anger of the what the church deemed ‘faithless’.

To Elnias Illuminaatrix:
We have 8 million men standing by in transports from another campaign, along with heavy naval support. Shall we divert them to your area? Before that, what is the state of your navy and costal areas? Also, what is the current situation with civilians, are they all fighting, or standing idle? We want to restrict any noncombatant casualties.

Shogun Himura Kenshin

From the Halls of Elnias Illuminaatrix
To the nation of Pschycotic Pschycos
Ouridna is a valid port that is still in government control and one of the largest ports in Jenrak. For a safe place ot land, Ouridna is the only way.

From the Halls of Elnias Illuminaatrix
To the nation of Pschycotic Pschycos
Ouridna is a valid port that is still in government control and one of the largest ports in Jenrak. For a safe place ot land, Ouridna is the only way.

We thank you. This will eliminate the hassale of a beach assault. We will divert our forces as soon as possible. We will give you an ETA, as well as troop/armor listing at that time. We will ask for a state of the navy when we get closer.

A message from Edward Darholme was on the desk of Elnias Illuminaatrix:

Where are we need, Eln? And if you need places to land things, the Dominion military bases in Raunin are open.

From the halls of Elnias Illuminaatrix
To Pschycotic Pschycos
Our navy is only barely large enough to sustain the ports at Ouridna, and we hope that you can arrive quickly enough before we pull out forces from Ouridna. Our objective is quell the theological dissent, not to kill them.

To Edward Darkholme
Be Careful, Edward. I have heard that Raunin is under assault, and I could only wonder what is going on in that Enkur-forsaken land.


Upon the underbrush, the quiet, silent troops began to move out, the soft, quiet clattering of their weapons and their supplies trudging along, the covert units quietly sliding down the hill, their rifles leering into the darkness in the dark sombre of the night. The weapons only a swift silence, they quickly expertly glided through the marshes. These were not simple militia or dormant terrorists; they were a professional army, led by priests and reverends.

To Elnias Illuminaatrix:

The bases are on red-alert. The soldiers are waiting from one of them to be attack but I think those religious nut jobs know not to fuck with the Dominion. But it is waiting game.

~ Edward

The massive stone castle all over Raunin sat in the moon lights. These base were fortress and it would take a lot damage to make them fall. Helicopters flew over the edges of castle’s walls. Spotlights dotted the ground, looking for the enemy.

Soldiers of the Jackson's Roughnecks hide in the towers of the six sided fortress with night vision goggles, scanning the land in front of them. Each of the ten bases were doing operation like those and many more.

The airfields on the south side of the fortress were heavily guard by AA guns and Sam sites. Plus… the odd number of soldiers and their attack vehicles.

OOC: Military in Jenrak = http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9745254&postcount=41

Katana Task Force
Flagship ICS Honor
75 Miles off Ankhmet Coast....

The admirals were standing on the bridge, looking out the front windscreen as the massive vessel clipped through the waters. They were roughly 25 miles from calling General Quarters on the ship. Suddenly, an alert flashed across the LCD screens posted above the windscreens.

Alert! Alert! Mission objectives cancelled. Pull out
of Ankhmet waters immedietly. New Mission: Quadrant xxx....Nation: Jenrak
Make all speed. Port landing at Ouridna. Alert! Alert!

A code followed the message that was being lopped marque style across the screens. Admiral Yamamoto began muttering to himself, "It's the shogun's code. Looks like he found a better use for 8 million soldiers."
Admiral Starwin was next to him. "Looks that way," he said.
Yamamoto whirled around and spoke to the helmsman, "captain, head for that quadrant. I want the quickest route out of hostile waters."
"Aye, sir," he replied, spinning the wheel. The prow of the ship began moving sluggishly to starboard. Across the fleet, ships mimiced the move, heading out of Ankhmet's waters.
================================
Supply Force
125 miles off Ankhmet Coast...

The massive convoy switched headings, following the Task Force out toward the new objectives, to arrive at the same time....

Standing on the bridge of Troopship ICS Kaze, Shogun Himura Kenshin sent off another telegram to Jenrak's leadership:

We have an ETA of two days to your port. We have a sizable naval force, so don't worry if you can't clear waters. We were able to divert 8 million soldiers, 500 tanks, 500 artillery pieces, and 500 AH-64D gunships. We realize that this will not all be needed, but it's allways good to show up in force. Upon our arrival, I would like to meet with Elnias Illuminaatrix in person to discuss the situation and the procedures.

Sincerely,

Shogun Himura Kenshin

In Raunin, upon the lights of the Dominion military base, the soldiers only stood in careful watch, their rocket launchers in steadfast position. The Temsplaces, the elites of the stood in their massive lumbering armour, their diamond shields up and their rifles held in a firm stance, waiting. A force rivalling the tenacious Sadists, the Temsplace were a theologically bred warrior from the church. Wherever they go, the will of the church goes with them. With state of the art technology, military experience and skill surpassing even the most hardcored Jenrakian war veterans, diamond hard and stone strong armour, unbreakable of anything short of ballistics, and a religious zealotry that could never be surpassed.

It was here, a small legion of them, these seemingly masterful warriors, gathered for the planning of the Jenrakian conversion in the Crekken church. "Raunin is crucial. A military base lies in Raunin, and we're right here." One of them replied.

"If we lose much here, then we will still gain a foothold when we assault the foreign military bases in Naharank. We can get Lady Ashili to sign an agreement treaty to harbour our forces as we begin our scourge of the Durakian filth." Another replied, watching the men set up.

Thousands of soldiers began to file their way, sneaking around in the safety of the night. "Bring up the forces to Erges, and eliminate the Arch-Patriarch of Rendoge. Then we can apply our legions to fortify our positions in Crekken." Another of the Temsplace replied.

"There's still the threat of the Sadists, the Fists of Stone, the Aurachox and brethren Temsplaces." One of them warned the others, whom nodded in recognition.

"The Sadists will not be a foe we will face as long as Haasdra is untouched, so we have no worries there. The Fists of Stone are relatively busy at the moment against legions in the south, the Aurachox are being routed towards the Eastern lands and our Temsplace heathen brothers will see the true path of light when Durakiaz falls." One of them responded.

Lifting their blades, their rifles perched on their sides, they bowed lowly to each other, and replied "Detrihz Crekken!", and with that, the siege began. Rockets were flung from hundreds of different locations, anti aircraft weaponry of the latest technology set up, and legions upon legions of disciplined troops began blazing across towards the enemy military base, the front lines forming a strong, tight metal shield.

As the first rockets were fired at the Dominion military base, the order was giving through out the base. The enemy rockets impacted into the massive 30 feet tall stone walls. Doing some damage to the walls but it would take more to take down the wall. Because during the building the walls, molting hot steel was poured between a four-inch gap in the middle of eight-inch stone block walls.

At the top of the walls…soldiers of the 34th Hel Digunners, were arming tripod mounted General Electric XM214 Miniguns and US M2HB Machineguns. Each one of those guns was load with armor piercing rounds. There were about thousand of each on those guns on each of the six walls. “Fire at will.” was the order sent through the helmets. Rounds and rounds flew into the enemy forces. But was that the only counter-attack the Dominion had in its bag. Nope, many more would follow after that one.

100 Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters rose from in the fortress walls. Sending rockets left and right at the enemy forces. Their mini guns added to the mix.

The soldiers from the 3rd Jackson's Roughnecks were waiting to attack the enemy, if they survived the counter attacks. Their numbers were 50,000 strong at that one base.

"Keep the line pressing." The Temsplace replied only shortly after the counter attack, the legions of the soldiers slowly backing off from the gunfire, as the artillery and their rockets kept pummelling against the walls. The soldiers, in their control, kept forwarding their flanks, the massive metal chain pressing on, and everytime they were taken down, another wall would simply take it's place back up.

"Authaulus, I suggest you bring the offensive to it's strike." One of the Temsplace said, to another, as they nodded.

"I shalt, then. For the good of Enkur, and Crekken." He replied, turning, as the lancers followed in his wake. Lifting his shield, aiming his rifle, he walked dangerously onto the battlefield's end, and began to snipe out enemy forces.

The imperial fleets had sped through the waters day and night at flank speed to get to Jenrak before serious damage could be done by any of the rebels. Finally, after two days, they had arrived off shore. Formations had been switched so that the supply convoys were in the middle of the combat ships, thus shielding them from any surprises. Keeping in mind that friendly forces would soon have to be recalled, messages wwere quickly made to the port of Ouridna for permission to dock:

This is the troop ship ICS Kaze. Requesting permission to dock
and offload supplies and reinforcements.

-snip-

As the enemy backed off, they were about to be screwed royal. Rockets and artillery shells hit their targets but the walls were standing. Any minute they would fall, if the artillery was not took out. Artillery shells that made it over the walls hitting a few of the buildings inside of the bases. Minimum damage on those building but one building was almost gone. An artillery shell hit the missile launcher on that building, creating a massive fireball that shot into the sky.

On top of the command center building…a tall man wearing a brown duster over a set of Transylvania body armor in forest green and black, watched the battle. He was Colonel Sigmund Enzensberger, the commanding officer at that base. There were four other soldiers on that rooftop. “I want a counter strike at these locations.” he said pointing at areas of the map of the base and surrounding lands. These locations were of the enemy’s artillery. The men around him used their radios to order those attacks.

Ground based missiles launchers on tops of the buildings, each armed with six 300-pound high explosive/ laser guided missiles, began to fire at those targets. Each target would get six of those missiles down their throats.

Plans from the two nearest bases were heading to make the enemy think they were in Hell. It was a lot of A-10 Thunderbolt IIs, armed with Napalm bombs. A total of 50 A-10 heading their way.

The General Electric XM214 Miniguns and US M2HB Machineguns continued firing. The way to make them stop was to blow them up.

From the port of Ouridna
Your forces are allowed to drop off now, and we will open up the gates to you. The rendezvous point will be in the cape, but first unloading of any supplies and soldiers for the night will help you. The city is in government hands, and for now, it is entirely unharmed.


“Interesting, but flawed. We know all of this before.” The Temsplace replied, the devout and overwhelmingly faithful Authaulus pushing up the battlefield. Enemy fire aimed at their artillery, and while it was not the real weapons used yet, it would be crucial in the raids on the plains. “Send out all decoys.” He commanded, as the small swarm of metal objects began to cover up the sky, in large numbers, as they emitted a nasty gas that would choke the veins and dry their mouths.

Upon the reception of the message, the transports began leaving the safety of the main task force and entered the harbor. The massive ships began pulling up alongside docks and used their onboard cranes to hoist platform after platform of troops and tanks onto the ground. From the lead transport, ICS Kaze, Shogun Himura Kenshin dropped down to the ground. He hailed the nearest person, "I need to speak with the officer in charge of this city. It is of utmost importance that I speak with your king immedieatly so that we may help the government." Behind him, more and more soldiers dressed in full battle armor, resembeling the samurais', continued to off load and march forward.

"Watcher Illuminaatrix personally came here himself when the military route was destroyed. He is in the watcher tower on the cape." The officer said, pointing to the tall tower on the cliffs, over the leering rocks.

"Thank you, soldier," the shogun said, bowing slightly. He replaced the war mask hiding his face that he had taken off. An M1A2 Abrams tank skidded to a halt behind him. He climbed up, and the tank sped off for the tower.

A short time later, the tank ground to a halt by the tower. Looking back, the shogun could see brigades and battilions forming up by the docks. Kenshin strode up to the tower and knocked on the doors.

"Come in." Was all that was heard in the crispy cold air, from behind the crackling wooden door.

The shogun pushed the doors open and strode inside, shutting them behind him. His armor echoed faintly as he moved. Once the doors were shut, he untied and removed the war mask from his face and spoke, "my troops have arrived, what is the situation, how would you like us to proceed, and where are we needed?"

Illuminaatrix only swayed slightly, looking at the window carving as if he had not heard the shogun. "Look at that ocean. A swift horizon dawns every beautiful sunset, but still, it dusks in defiance of men of belief. Fanaticals, believers of the faith." He said, his jaw shaking in anger. "Curse them, damn them. But I'm not a priest. I can't condemn any soul to hell. I can't do anything in the blasted spiritual world. I can only control their lives in the physical, and now they're out of their minds already."

"Wise words and well delivered," Kenshin said. "Few things drive man to fanaticism and division other than religion. And yet, few things unite them better," he went on cooly. "Men have been driven to the extreme, past logic and reasoning and common sense. The search for the perfect cherry blossom, when not done properly and carefully, can lead to the destruction of every flower, and every tree."

"Every breath of life shows promise, for every breath you take could mean the further extension of your life, but the further doom of another. These men are doing what they believe are right, even if their breath of faith is to bring doom upon others. I find this an odd place to be." He said, turning to the Shogun. "I'm not much of a religious man, for my predeccessor was the religious man. A White Priest, the greatest in Jenrak, and frankly, his death left a powerful vacuum in the religious system. I'm a man of politics, and I cannot handle this. There is no bargaining."

"But yet," He sighed, "Many of them are great contributors to our economy. We must have them alive, lest we fall into a massive depression. I would not want Jenrak to be penniless against our next foe." He nodded.

"The rivers of Xurax, north of Rephalim, are a good staging point, as well as the northern regions of Sanduras. That is a relatively safe place. The heart of the war is in the centralized areas of Jenrak, where mass conversions are possible. Plus, my castle is already attacked..."

The Necromarnen
Gunfire ensued, as the people rushed into the alleyway, the soldiers loading their weapons as the rockets flung towards the castle of the dead, the Mausoleum of Kings. Anti-aircraft amongst it's stone splendor fired against the raging rockets, as the giant tanks rolled in from the edge of the bridge, a team of massive soldiers moving along, the Temsplaces smashing the adamant gate apart with their rifles.

Inside, emerging, fangs bared, the Sadists in their gleaming eyes only sneered in laughter as they prepared, the Temsplaces, behind their stone masks and their massive armour, only stood, rifle raised, as they fired. Empty, void of ammo, they only threw the guns onto the courtyard stone, as the Sadists drew out their hatchets and their claws, the leader, a bold, fearless, blonde haired woman named Rashkta Nirandu, only watched in silence.

In a flash, a taller, stronger Temsplace emerged from the wall of sheet metal and stone, greying silver hair protruding from the back of his armour, his voice smooth and cold, yet still controlling. "Drop your weapons, and you will, in name of the great Enkur, be freed from your place. We have no quarrel with you." He said, his hand on his sword.

Rashkta, a woman of equal convicting power, replied. "Great Enkur is not the decider of the fate of man and beast, and in his whim he shalt not be the judge, for great Ciranaar is the judge, the judger and the judged. Now, drop your weapons, and we will stop your rampage. We have no quarrel with you." She replied, as the Temsplaces only shook their heads angrily.

"So be it, and may great Enkur damn your souls." He claimed, as he lifted his blade, his Temsplaces kneeling down and setting up a massive diamond wall from their shields, as the Sadists rushed greedily towards their foes.

-snip-

The Colonel looked at the enemy’s gas attack. “Those fucking idiots. Did they forget who they were attack?” he yelled. The enemy’s gas attack did not harm any of the soldiers because of the Transylvanian body armor they were wearing. It did have its own air recycling system built into it. The soldiers continued fighting, they would hold the enemy until the A-10s arrived and rained fire from the sky.

As interesting as it was, it was deflected harmlessly against them, and it was obvious a most dangerous aspect to war would be required. Carrying the mobile rocket silos, massive missiles prepared to fire aboard a large tank-like entity, nails of steel and woven iron edged along it's surface and the armour at it's front uncannily heavy, the series of similiar weapons prepared to fire, the missiles readying themselves.

"I'm not too religious either. It has long been held in my nation that religion has no place in government. Like I said, it blinds reason and logic when it has too much influence. And then, combined with a political void....well, you've seen the results."

The shogun pause for a few, thinking. He then continued, "I'll have my men do as much as they can to avoid casualties. We'll have to fire at those who fight, but we'll accept any surrenders, and try to capture leaders alive. I'll dispatch half my force to the river Xurax, and the others to Sandura. Our navy's artillery and copters can keep this city safe. Each force will have a good armor and artillery compliment, along with copter reinforcement. Are there any federal forces left in your command?"

...

"Eredtoro Narkubia. The Sadists and the Fists are the only military left." He replied, nodding. "I'll send all the units in my command outside this city to guide you. There are many dangerous places in this country. And theological armies are the least of your worries against the desert."

"All right, thank you. Don't worry about us and deserts. Our southern half is one giant desert, an impenetrable barrier. Many of our soldiers are from there. I thank you for your help, and hope you will be safe here. We will do all in our power to restore order." Shogun Kenshin bowed, retied the the war mask, and left the place, shutting the doors behind him. Another tank was waiting for him. He climbed aboard, and rode back to his troops, who had nearly finished off loading.

Back at the site, one of his generals was waiting for him. "Sir, we need to...."
"General, I know what we need to do. I've led an army before. Remember that," Kenshin broke in. "And remember to mind..your..manners."
"Oh! I'm sorry, sir!" he said, bowing quickly, multiple times.
"Now, prepare the men. Jenrak's remaining forces will guide us. To prevent sand being kicked in our men's faces, our tanks will form protective columns alongside the men. We'll then split the force along the way, half proceeding to the Xurax River, and half to the Sandura area. I've been told that the middle section of the nation is embattled, so we'll need to be carefu. Now go, I want to march at dawn tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," the general said. "It shall be done!" He bowed and ran off.

OOC: Bump

"I suggest some rest first. Once the march begins, it would not be prudent to stop."

Dawn Next Day...

As dawn began to break the next day, the millions of soldiers began to turn out, cooking and eating breakfast, breaking the quick camp that they had made, and packing their gear away. Though there were plenty of APCs and transport copters, many of the men would have to ride on the columns of tanks or march. However, hardened by Imperial Training, all of the men could handle such journey.

The shogun had spent the night like the rest of the soldiers, and he and is command staff were now breaking camp with them. He dispatched a soldier to find those of Jenrak to inform them that they were ready to get underway to the combat zones.

"A brigade of 12,000 men lie at the Xurax rivers. Not many, but they will hold until we get there. Another company of 350,000 men are positioned in Sanduras, and with your reinforcements, we will be able to drive back the impending invasion." Illuminaatrix said, nodding, as a flushed soldier ran towards him, and gave him a note.

Reading it quickly, his eyes scanning the scrawled paper, he sighed heavily. "I've been given reports that the Maurin Church has deployed Three and a half million troops to Erges and the Kirakus Church deployed thousands of aircraft and nearly 6 million troops to the Sanduras line. We have to get there quickly, otherwise Xurax won't last the day, and Sanduras will be a massive whole in the ground."

"Then we shall leave now, time is of the essence here."

Upon order, the columns and columns of APCs, tanks, artillery, and foot soldiers began marching for different battlezones, splitting half and half between the two areas.

Above them flew different attack gunships that would patrol out ahead of the main bodies of soldiers. Back on the multiple different carriers sitting just outside of port, multitudes of fighter/bombers were being prep'd for combat. They would provide extra firepower to the troops.

As interesting as it was, it was deflected harmlessly against them, and it was obvious a most dangerous aspect to war would be required. Carrying the mobile rocket silos, massive missiles prepared to fire aboard a large tank-like entity, nails of steel and woven iron edged along it's surface and the armour at it's front uncannily heavy, the series of similiar weapons prepared to fire, the missiles readying themselves.

The soldiers continued fighting for their lives. Rockets were fired at enemy armor vehicles, both helicopter and man fired. Would they last before the A-10s made it? ETA is less minute for their arriving on the battlefield. The radar had all ready picked them, so the enemy would see them now.

The soldiers went overdrive and fired everything they had. Missiles, rockets flew towards the enemy. Maybe it would take the enemies mind off of the A-10s.

SAM sites were ready to shot down any enemy missiles fired at the A-10s.

"Get ready to launch pummelers." Authaulus replied, bringing the cruise missiles to a halt, as he lifted up the final stage of the siege weaponry. Emerging from the scene, behind the heavily armoured trucks, was a massive burgeoning cannon, and a kilometre away a weapon of similiar design. Like massive flak cannons, they rose up into the dawny air, preparing their fire amidst their frequent enemies.

The charging was absurd, the sound was loud, but te loading of a massive dark sleek black shell was all that was needed to boost the soldier's morale. In a swift second, it charged, and in another equally quiet but swift second, it burst, the shell into a million fragments of force, the sonic boom knocking the operating soldiers nearby onto their feet, as they scrambled back onto their soles. This weapon had the capacity to move mountains, and they intended to move this base out of their way.

"Enemy aircraft coming in." The soldier replied to the Temsplace, whom only nodded.

"Prepare and focus all anti-armor machine guns towards enemy aircraft. Keep a steady lead line flowing."

En route to theaters....

OOC: I'm normally patient, but this has dragged on for too long, never mind.

OOC: He has a hurt hand, so chill.

“Keep all the infantry on the left side of the wing, deploy all forces into the chasm when they appear.” The soldier replied with a fervent tone, his voice loud and pertitious(sp?) with a strong flow in his accent. “I want all artillery to be in the right, and do not let a single shred of aircraft hit them, understand?” He asked to his men, the soldiers nodding a slight fear.

“There’s not enough men available to keep this silence.” The soldier nodded, his frolicking feather atop his steel helmet slightly twisting in the sandy wind, the particles of dust and dirt getting in their eyes, their ears, their mouths, drying up their bodies and their hopes. “Most of the soldiers are fighting each other in religious wars.” He told the Shogun.

“Can’t believe our luck.”