Cerk-Ly War, Second Ters-Ly War, Attitude, Attitude (7)
“Cerka and Torka are long gone. They are the dogs of the Leaftrees. I can't believe in them anymore. As for this I'm preparing for, sending Argopolas right into Lymoca's hands. I'm not just trying to see a deal worked out. My country needs protection. Neither Cerka nor Torka will lay a finger on Argopolas anymore once the news spread. They'll see us like Terka back then, only they now know what happened with Terka later, and how untouchable it became with Lymoca.”
Marco looked at Luis with daring intention. This wasn’t just a bold move anymore, and it wasn’t simply being scared anymore. This was the well-being of tens and tens of millions of people, almost enough to be talking about hundreds of millions. Just two people shouldn’t decide that.
Luis swagged his head away, turning around to walk away for a bit. He returned soon after but walked away again, pondering while holding his chin, mouth, and bridge of his nose, as he did.
“Okay. You’re reasonable for now. I can see you’re… lucid with me on this. But there’s a condition,” Luis returned with a hardened, serious, and relentless face.
When seeing an expression wearing all these emotions, even Marco, who prepared for a situation like this, felt a few notches down his expectations. He asked after gulping saliva down his throat, doing so as he also spoke. “What would that be, President?”
“It has to be 77% of the population that wants this.” Luis lifted a finger, standing a meter before Marco. The latter fell silent, stupefied. Moments later, he shook his head and shoulders, “No- b- that’s almost impossible. There’s no way the people will want to vote for Lymoca this… much!”
“… See what it’s at stake. Lymoca is no babysitter, and Argopolas is no small matter, you’re a count-” Luis straightened his back. He was gladdened to hear those words, for this way of handling matters like these was going overboard. But he also felt disappointed at the same time.
Yet, as much as president Marco didn’t want to be rude to President Luis Heartez, he interrupted the most notorious and revered man in Moonblue, including ANS in the list even. “But that would be a different matter if the people were to vote for you instead.”
“…” Luis opened his mouth to respond, yet words refused to come out. Not only from his lips. His mind rocketed, dumbfounded and not knowing what to do. At that very moment, there was understanding between both heads of state.
“Did you talk this with Melenon, too? When feeling something like… ‘this’ would happen?” Luis dropped his nice President mode, becoming serious. Marco dropped his show for the public, even representing some subservience, but very limited. “No. It’s something I decided.”
“No matter how many times I put it before, it differs to my thoughts after the wars… I feel I’m not the same person, let alone president, you know?” Marco sighed, shaking his head as Luis felt relieved deep inside. At least, Luis wouldn’t have to suffer the same situation with another country at war, forced, and wanting to seek Lymoca’s soft and hard hands as refuge.
Marco turned, facing the crowd who remained outside, as cheerful as before, even singing Argopolas’s national hymn and the Valads’ identity anthem. Of course, they would know nothing about Lymoca’s hymn, but not like they would sing it, when their hearts just felt about to explode.
“It’s consuming. You abhor the ideals that you’re pushing forth, with your people, soldiers, having died— and still sending more to die, knowing more are moved around to also die.” Luis sounded from the side. President Marco looked to the side, where he saw Luis stand beside him with his head low. Marco opened his mouth, “Y-”
“But you also feel drawn,” Luis added, lifting his face. Marco’s eyes expanded, realization striking every fiber of his being. Luis further added, shaking and swaying his head with his lost emotion. “To it… It is like a calling. It’s terrifying, and sometimes makes you tremble… but it’s not against who you are. Even though it may hurt… but if you accept it…”
“… You can really see the fault is all yours.” Luis paused, finding it difficult to continue, before leaning his head and facing president Marco with it. Luis’s face had ‘and that’s liberating’ written all over his face. Immediately after, he shut his eyes tight and squeezed his lacrimals.
“Sorry, I apologize. Don’t know what got me there. Anyhow… shall we?” Luis gestured to the entrance on the other side of the building from where they stood. President Marco stared at Luis without a word— maybe lost, maybe thoughtful.
“Mn. Vamos pues(Let’s go then).” President Marco continued eyeing the President for a little more before nodding, slow and continuous. He walked to the other entrance first. They had a lot to talk about, even more with the sudden ‘addition’ from president Marco.
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Argopolas’s largest air base in the capital state, which has been used for storing throughout the years. Evening, where PSD was secretly hiding, with the aircraft who brought them here stationed and loaded once again.
At a corner near a hangar, where a group of Lymocan soldiers, with a few Valad soldiers, sat around a few heavy military cages. One of the Lys had a small tablet playing a video, with the others watching it over his shoulders. The Valad soldiers got curious, too, so they leaned in to watch.
A while later, the videos ended, with the tablet’s owner keeping it. They were still engrossed in the footage, when a Lymocan soldier shook his head a bit while staring at the sky, “Man, the things those people do. This is just the first week, yeah?”
“Mhm.” Another soldier replied. They were relaxed, with their most eventful days being bringing Valad refugees into the camps or headquarters. Ever since ‘those people’ landed in the army, with everything they knew being ‘they came with Fox’, both countries’ forces idled around.
“Ey, ?qué te pasa? The fuck you doing? Tsk.” The highest rank among them, the only one without the same rank as everyone else here, noticed the tightened fists and shaking figure of the tablet’s owner. The latter calmed down at once, looking at the soldier who called him out.
“N- nothing. It just… I feel like I shouldn’t be sitting all the time, y’know?” The soldier responded, putting his legs together to console himself. The soldier who called him out heard him but fell silent instead of saying anything else before nodding, “Mn. Yeah, I get that, too.”
“You really think like that?” A curious, honestly confused Valad soldier of the few asked. The higher rank soldier looked down at them and fell thoughtful before voicing, “Well, for what we know, you may be just us soon. By then, you’ll understand.”
“Really? And do you really think those secret world’s ‘soldiers’ doing something like that is worth watching?” Another Valad asked. The same soldier shook his head, offering no more words. The tablet’s owner continued looking down, still engrossed in his emotions.
“Hey, you!” A rough, old voice sounded from behind. The soldiers turned their heads to an old man with a slightly heavy volume but average height. His white hair was medium long for a male, and its color looked striking under the gray, obscuring sky.
“Sir!” The higher ranked soldier almost stood up before the old man voiced, “Ah, drop it. Better enjoy this rest. I’m profiling for candidates willing to become the firsts to dive on the west. Are you bunch willing?”
“You mean… the firsts!?” A Lymocan soldier excitedly asked. Everyone stood up, feeling the importance of a task of this magnitude. The old man nodded. Contrary to these two, the Valad soldiers were a bit confused, and terrified.
The old man gave them a look and noticed how young they were to both of age and into the army. Thus, he added, “If you’re willing, let your team leader grab your ticket to death.”
The team leader stood up, saluted the old man, and took the ‘ticket’, which was a small, thin red letter. The old man waited some moments before lowering his extended arm, sighing a bit before thinking of something.
“You’ll meet that hell soon after, and then, if you survive, more of it. You won’t grow hungry. But if you explode in the air, to bits and nobody on your back or sides, at least do it better than the rest, ‘kay?”
“Hahahahaha…” The Lymocan soldiers laughed it off. The Valad soldiers lifted their eyebrows, finding this ridiculously bizarre. But the Lymocan soldiers weren’t fearless, or zealous enough to die without accomplishing anything, even in battle. If there was a way to explain it… then it was a natural ambition.
“There are crazy people doing mad things out there while we wait. Rather, we won’t humiliate our patria any longer, staying here like fat people with warm asses looking for chairs to take care of.” A soldier beside the team leader commented, nodding upwards with fear and bravery.
“… Look, my son is going to command this ‘vanguard’ unit from Argo for as long as these wars will go. I’ll have you in his care and him in yours.” The old man said, placing his index fingers and thumbs around the hem of his military pants.
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“Under your son… is this directly under the Vice General!?” The team leader frowned and looked down before looking up at the old man with widened eyes. The old man smiled with embarrassment, “Ha… indeed. My son is a direct official under Espinoza.”
“Now go, you should know how impossible it will get… for you from now on.” The old man looked at the soldiers and nodded. He turned and left them to prepare their equipment before rushing to a cargo plane. The old man shook his head and sighed, yet he felt only admiration.
Meanwhile, the Valad soldiers were left alone, thinking about what just happened on their own. Maybe they weren’t with the same situation and raging heart like Avican soldiers were in Melenon, but even the latter might not comprehend what Lymocan soldiers had to be like this.
… Fox was in another jet-like plane, giving his Esnly maintenance. Lyan rapidly moved around her 2 Lykatón, treating them like babies, already having giving them maintenance twice today. Tonight would be a huge historical event.
“Hmph~,” Fox harrumphed humorously through his nostrils. Lyan gave him an upturned glare before smiling, taking care of her toys. The Lykatón were held by another 4 special agents white knighting over her favor, not for love, but for opportunities.
On Fox’s right, at the corner where the last seats were against the wall, Nala and Esmeralda slept in tranquility. Nala just rested her body, especially her face, which remained cold and indifferent; natural as always. Esmeralda had dozed off.
To finish before this last scheduled day’s morning, everyone put a 30-hour-long shift, killing for a day and a half with minimum rest, from 10 to 30 minutes at most. With Esmeralda becoming more active and participating more, she tired herself more than she should’ve.
It was something of concern for Fox because she kept sending the unedited footage to her father. The edited versions deleted all the voices, even the dying sounds from the enemy, and notorious reloading and exchange of noise between equipment.
The issue was that Fox might get scolded for turning Esmeralda into a killer… or not.
“!” Fox lifted his head just as he polished his rifle. He pressed his right ear and spoke with a light tone, “Here Raging Blood, get your feet in. It’s time to move. The District has been deployed.”
The special agents, including Akina, outside the plane, went inside immediately after his order. The same happened with the other aircraft that the agents were taking a breather right outside of. At the same time, in the army’s side, the aircraft began moving, with countless soldiers mobilizing into them, wielding their full equipment for this mission.
Pviuuuuuuuuuuum~… The Pugor engines started working, with every aircraft changing their trajectory, readied to take off. In this enormous air base, over 100,000 soldiers and a few tens of thousands of PSD agents were being carried to the skies.
By now, Argopolas had warmed up to receiving President Luis. Some public talks have been shown to the Valads, which tranquilized the overall image after the war. It was an intensely hot topic on the internet: ‘Argopolas out of the war after almost 2 months. Lymoca’s precedence remains in all over the south!’.
And in just 2 minutes, images of hundreds of aircraft warplanes would flood the internet, this time utterly shocking the world for the first time in 10 hours.
Pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang, pvwang~~…
The skies were Lymoca’s again. Not only were all those cargos and planes surging into the skies, the fighters and bombers were waiting in the air. As soon as a formation took place, the combatant warplanes went into position, with only a fifth leaving the aerial fleet.
Fox had a direct image of this, with the modified radar only showing a differing frame. His facial expression hardened, his chest almost… feeling something. He turned his head to Nala, with Esmeralda woken up and getting ready, checking her pistols as she was taught.
Feeling the meaning behind his Nala’s stare, knowing she just knew him well, Fox kept quiet and returned his attention to the digital panel revealing the happenings around the obscure gray sky.
… Far from the aerial fleet they left behind, still flying over Cors, several hundreds of kilometers away, with the Lymocan warplanes flying off from north Argopolas, they neared Melenon.
After passing by Cors and a tiny fraction of Carnge’s aerial territory, they flew a little over the shores and a bit into the Lyclan Sea, the strike wing descended… like eagles.
Torka was alerted, but they thought it was their territory being attacked. Truth be told, Lymoca didn’t dare bombard Torka or Cerka. With their acquired arsenal after Lymoca intervened, they could very well damage Lymoca’s elite air forces, let alone a wing unit in a strike task.
But no, it was Melenon the Lymocan air force unit was flying to. After bypassing Torka’s surroundings, mere minutes later, with the communication still not spreading throughout the larger-than-half territory that Torka occupied in Melenon, their ‘new’ northern shores were met with ‘pvwang’ noises from the skies…
“A CUBIER-” BOOOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOM- tr- rrrrrr rrrrrr r rrrr rrrrrrr rrrrr rrr r rr rrrr rr rrr rr rrr rr rrr rr… TRRRR- RRRRRRR RRRRRRR RRRRRR RRRRR- POM POM POM POM POM POM POM POM POM- BANG… BANG… BANG…
There was no warning. Lymocan warplanes descended just enough, immediately bombarding everything owned by the Ters, destroying that which moved or not, flying through the skies, coldly. The land, even where there was only sand, became fire, debris, and flying gore.
Not even the screams and shrills from Ters could be heard, and from the other side of the war, the Avicas stopped any battlefield and retreated, climbing buildings to watch. When their attention was lost in the massive rounds of explosions and incoming warplanes, it happened…
From the sea, the very same one bringing an ever present terror to the Avicas after learning from Argopolas’s terrible situation, came a delicacy to bite with the eyes.
From the northern Lyclan Sea, a fleet appeared. Yet, this was no aerial fleet, small or large, but a complete naval fleet moving towards the Avican waters. Missiles had already been launched, diving from high above to where the enemy submarines were more or less located.
Yet, before either Melenon people or the Ters submarines reacted and thought in any way, massive explosive waves burst from underwater. Several expansive waves flew into the sky, charging upwards with ruptured contention and crazed.
Some Ters submarines immediately resurfaced, but they were followed by other submarines with different angles, all sending missiles short but potent into the air, targeting the flies that almost got off. It was a tremendous, expansive destruction, and it only required one to feel past their befuddled state to know…
Lymoca had sent their navy, and they had submarines!
All sorts of things could be imagined after Lymoca flaunted their brand-new technology. Yet, many thought something like submarines and missiles would be only on par with the ultramodern models of today. But from the looks of it, it wasn’t as thought.
While missiles weren’t much too powerful, and definitely not supersonic, the submarines shown were… clearly nothing even the planned cutting-edge technology compares to. The models weren’t enormous, like most Ters and up-to-date submarine types, but they were…
In simple words, fast, precise, and correctly loaded. Fearsome!
Many other Ters submarines started fleeing, with the Lymocan navy chasing right after. But at these moments, a few things occurred. With the Ters submarines surfacing, they became vulnerable, but not that much.
Thus, the Lymocan navy aimed at something else with their machine guns. In coordination with the Lymocan air forces, who were already firing at the objectives in between the bombarded areas with utmost precision, the navy barraged the Ters from the sea.
It was a long shot, quite literally. But the Lymocan navy had no issue being as accurate, if only not as timely opportunistic, but still efficient as one could imagine. Nothing about Ters in Melenon was allowed to feel any bit of safety. ‘Fortunately’, it won’t be something they would have to worry about for too long…
Additionally, as the navy coming from the north chased the enemy submarines, simply attempting to flee amidst the massive waves of destruction, taken down by missiles or torpedoes. Another small fleet appeared from the west, directly from hiding between the island countries.
This was Melenon’s navy, which wasn’t much, but has been equipped to threaten anything. They wantonly and bravely carried out their part, rushing to the submarines to keep them in a straight line to the south. Their frustration of being unable to do anything so far went to war with them, releasing it all onto their fleeing enemies.
They were even equipped with unmanned submarines to launch torpedoes and detect enemy submarine movement better. Furthermore, they were undetectable unless the enemy was too close.
Like this, while the Lymocan striking wing neared Melenon’s capital and decreased its bombing rate, another naval fleet appeared from the Half Moon Ocean. They were hidden nowhere near the southern mainland but the island countries, which had been there since who knew when.
Who else could supply the old-fashioned Avican navy so easily and without being detected? ANS didn’t keep an eye on the trading routes between the island countries and the rest of Moonblue for nothing. Of course, if they extended that to the east, it would cause troubles.
Lymoca used those chances to slowly sneak their navy during these last almost 2 months, using their now undeniable alliance with the island countries. At the very least, anyone could tell they were in cahoots with each other.
All of a sudden, in under 20 minutes after Lymocan air forces flew from Argopolas, the internet hottest topic changed time and again, each exposing these events one by one.
While the world discussed, Torka’s lent navy was wholeheartedly decimated. The Lymocan submarines were far too much and too many, even though there were only a few dozens available. Immediately after completing their task of annihilating the enemy, they submerged and disappeared, just like they were never there.
On the other hand, Lymoca never stopped their advancement, sending their navy to Melenon’s coasts and directly to the southern mainland’s central Half Moon Ocean. Yet, when the Lymocan wing flew above the capital, causing heart attacks in quite the Ters soldiers, they didn’t fly away…
Instead, they rushed forth and arched into the sky with the most precise elegance. They turned and flew back to the skies from whence they bombarded the enemy. This was but another pass, and the Ters weren’t even aware.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM- TR- RRRRRRR RRRR RRRRR RRRRR RRRRRRR RRRRRR RRR RRRR RRRRR RRRRRR…!
And it wasn’t just once… With the navy coming even closer to the coasts Avican, the Ters in Melenon felt more and more panic-stricken. But the order to retreat hasn’t been given, so they had to… hold?
Lymoca barraged the enemy, from the skies as the strike task passed over and over again, only pausing for a few seconds after each passing, or from the incoming navy unto the coasts.
Just half an hour after the operation commenced, the aerial cargo fleet neared northern Melenon’s skies with their escorts. The combatant warplanes descended first, maintaining their altitude while the fifth that separated from them before flew to Terka for resupply and examination.
Now, it was the army’s turn to exterminate the enemy… And this… it was but the beginning. As Piya Sanctum District’s warplanes advanced further, the army parachuted already, with their warplanes in motion to leave the warzones behind. It was on.
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