Operation Clavus was the purging of all gang-related elents in the slums of Dawn City. Its operatives consisted of the Special Response Division, who was personally ordered by the Dragon of Liberation to capture the hostiles residing within the slums.
It was the first mission of the Special Response Division for the past three months. But from the looks of it, things weren't going well for the operatives within the slums. Urban warfare was a much more complicated problem than they had expected.
There was also the usual hesitance as they were afraid to raise their arms against the people they considered as their own. It was a strange stance, and a foolish one. For an organization that seed ready to fight against the Colonial Dominions of Humanity, they couldn't even fight against their own.
It makes them a niche, which wasn't good for the versatile doctrine of the United Military.
Anyhow, since the beginning of the purge, designated sectors throughout the slums were riddled with conflicts between the division and the gangs. The beastfolks were quite determined in fighting against the operatives of the World Governnt, willing to sacrifice themselves for their gangs.
The situation further worsened when seemingly innocent families were nothing more but planted dangerous elents of the gangs, backstabbing operatives who were evacuating them into safety. The status of the operation was severe, and naturally, the Dragon of Liberation must step in.
The purging operation started as nothing more but a test for the Special Response Division. Laplace wanted to understand the current status of her organization, whether its combat capabilities had degraded or not since her departure.
From the situation at hand, it seems to be the forr. The Special Response Division has degraded, their capabilities akin to the locally trained swat personnel of the DPD, or the Dawn Police Departnt. It was a disappointing sight, but an understandable one.
The policies integrated by Espada into the Special Response Division was self-destructive. Laplace didn't know what had gone through the mind of the giant Minokin. She trusted him as one of the most experienced mbers, and to think that he would fall this far.
The isolationist policy of the Special Response Division had done great damage into the pillars of the organization. The dragoness even wondered whether or not there was a point of the continued existence of the division.
After all, the anti-magic capabilities of the United Military had gone far stronger than ever before. Thanks to the Research and Developnt Departnt, the technologies of the United Military had advanced into greater heights. There were even discussions regarding the largest project ever conducted by the United Military.
Though, it current sat in the desk of Abraham, waiting to be approve.
At any rate, what Laplace was trying to utter, was the simple fact that Special Response Division was getting left behind. The more ti had passed, the less they mattered to the United World Governnt. In re months, they beca a husk of their forr selves.
What was supposed to be the elites of the elites within the United Military had beco the lukewarm version of their selves.
Laplace stood atop the rooftop of a small and thin building, gazing at the group of gang mbers gathering in a small square of the slums. They seed to be preparing for a last stance as they ard themselves with weapons that they shouldn't have access to.
It made her wonder if corruption had degraded the roots of Dawn City. It was rather fortunate that the phenonon remained contained within the sprawling tropolis. Otherwise, the United World Governnt would be facing an enemy that was far greater than anything or anyone before.
And that was themselves.
'I should investigate the state of Dawn City. It seems that smuggling, corruption, and many more problematic internal issues had pierced deep inside the governnt. It mustn't be left alone. Its destruction should be paramount.'
Laplace quietly thought to herself before disappearing from the rooftop of the building. She quickly arrived at the bottom, appearing amidst the gathering gang mbers of the slums. She had always been curious about how such gangs had managed to form.
It was also sowhat surprising for its mbers to be loyal to them. It signified that the control of the gangs in the slums were far greater than what she had expected. It wasn't a natural loyalty, yet it appears as so.
"My brothers and sisters! We will fight against the tyranny of the World Governnt! They think we are re insects that they can trample upon with ease. But we are much more than that!" The gang leader raised his hands as his mbers followed.
"These weapons we have acquired will turn the tides of this war. With this, we can control the slums, maintaining our authority over it. Not even the United World Governnt will be able to touch u-" The gang leader couldn't continue as all of the mbers disintegrated in re monts.
They couldn't even react as nothing more but their ashes were left behind in the small square. The gang leader felt shivers in his spine as he turned his gaze towards the culprit of the massacre. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead as he quickly call forth a spell.
It was a much more different spell, a mind-control spell.
"You bastard!" The gang leader yelled as he tried linking with the mind of the lady before him, trying to gain control over it. However, the link fractured before it could even reach the dragoness, as it lted into nothing more but mana.
"Wha-" The beastfolk was obviously surprised for the spell to be ineffective. It had always worked even if his enemies were much stronger than him. anwhile, the edges of Laplace's lips rose as she muttered to herself. "I finally understand now."
"The degradation of society, the uselessness of my organization, and the intense loyalty..."
"A conspiracy, huh?"
"Interesting."
The dragoness was excited as she felt her blood boiling for violence and dominion.
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