Kiloters away from the Forward Operating Base was a lengthy convoy of military vehicles. These were United Military Forces tasked to defend the island and ensure the completion of the evacuation. And it had been completed with so trouble in regards to casualties. Nevertheless, it was ti for them to withdraw from the battlefront.
Their destination was the southeastern port where the evacuation was held. The last of their forces resided there, ready to be transported off the Dominion Island. It would take so ti for them to reached their destination, and one would wonder about the circumstance of their enemy reaching them before they arrived to the port.
"Detonate the FOB." Captain Caron ordered as one of the officers pushed a button. All of the Marines inside their Humvees glanced at the distancing Forward Operating Base. A brilliant light then glead out of nowhere, piercing through the surroundings with unparalleled radiance. What followed was the shockwave. And it was a thunderous one.
*BOOM!!!*
It was deafening, to say the least, and multiple explosions accompanied it. So of their ammunitions were left behind as transport trucks were tasked to carry as much soldiers as they could. Transporting hundreds upon hundreds of military personnel wasn't to be underestimated. But it wasn't improbable, it was rely difficult.
A thick, black smoke towered into the heavens. It was an intriguing, yet harrowing sight of their situation. Captain Caron sighed to himself and turned away from the explosion. What mattered was leaving the Dominion Island and regrouping with the main force of the United Military. 'At the very least, the civilians have been evacuated.'
Their main mission wasn't to assure that the invaders wouldn't puncture the interiors of the island until the United Military would reinforced them. It was to ensure the evacuation of the civilians. They had to buy ti for the evacuation. Otherwise, if they had been ordered to defend the Forward Operating Base with their lives. They would have t their ends, no doubt.
"Captain Stark, have you heard anything from the Alpha group?" Through the radio, Captain Caron questioned, curious about the Alpha group that had retreated before them. They should have reached the southeastern port by now. The radio crackled for a mont with a distorted ring, though the voice of his fellow Captain erged.
*They have reached the southeastern port, Captain Caron. I heard that the command will be reinforcing us with the attack helicopters guarding them. Luckily, we aren't alone.* Relief could be heard from the voice of Captain Stark. His anxiousness was understandable as despite their accelerated withdrawal, the convoy was a sitting duck against aerial adversaries.
"I see... We should reach the within half an hour at our current speed." Captain Caron remarked, earning the chuckle of Captain Stark. Turning off his radio, Caron gazed upon the endless field. Dominion Island held histories far beyond what one would expect. It was once a battlefield between the Pelagus and the so-called Dominion. A war between tribes with different ideologies.
Though, the Dominion held an ideology no less different than the Colonial Dominions of Humanity that had enslaved them. Their existence was fated to disappear into the annals of ti as even without the Pelagus Union, the United World Governnt would have dismantled them from the inside. After all, no one wanted an unstable neighbor near them.
As the lengthy convoy of military vehicles withdraw, the army of the Colonial Dominions reached the devastated Forward Operating Base. Several Arcanum Engines surrounded the periter, their armor and giant arsenal glistening amidst the golden light of the sun. Ramps fell from one of the Arcanum Engines as a lone individual took a step forward.
He was Major Kane of the Albion Empire. The operation of the Colonial Dominions to retake the sea region of Terra didn't rely involve the neighboring Colonial Dominions of Ferus. It also included the empires and kingdoms of Europa. These countries sent forces of their own and Major Kane was amongst them. "They are persistent."
Kane muttered under his breath, rembering monts before he left the continent. Following the fall of the sea region of Terra, the countries with Colonial Dominions inside the Ferus Sea had beco reliant with the spatial gates of the Magus Tower. It had beco troubleso and warranted the return of their official trade routes.
Since the sea region of Terra had been occupied by the so-called United World Governnt, an existence that could only be considered as a damnation, the trade routes that had enriched the continents had ceased to exist. If they wished to attain so semblance of power within the Ferus Sea, the sea region of Terra must be theirs once again.
And for that to happen... The United World Governnt must fall.
"Sir, the spatial gates have been properly established. A hundred thousand more n will be sent to reinforced the conquered territories." His assistant reported, earning the nod of satisfaction from the Major. As long as they could gain a foothold over the sea region, it was rely a matter of ti until they destroy the heretical country that proclaid itself as United.
"Alright, report to them of the destruction of their fortress. We must keep advancing forward and not give them ti to recover. Call the commands and move the Arcanum Engines onward." The Major ordered his assistant and returned to his quarters inside the Arcanum Engine. The calm behemoths of the Colonial Dominions humd as they navigated onward.
Surrounded by wyvern riders from above and lines of musketeers below. They remained an unstoppable tide that threatened to sweep everything in their path. Though, the question whether they could pierce through the wall of the World Governnt's indomitable United Military persisted to be answered.
Nonetheless, the Arcanum Engines remained a threat. They were akin to land battleships, unstoppable and powerful. Clad with the finest runic barriers of the Magus Tower and the newly-developed strategies of the adapting armies of the Colonial Dominion. Its potential was unquestionable in the war against the United World Governnt.
But the unquestionable were ant to be questioned, and the United Military would answer it.
anwhile...
The convoy of the Bravo group had finally reached their destination, the southeastern port. There, they were t with the lieutenant commander of the operation who was supervising the final preparations of the withdrawal. Captain Caron stepped out of the Humvee and took a deep breath. The air slt of salt, symbolizing their close-proximity to the sea.
A kiloter away into the distance was none other than the UNS Jaeger of the Blue Seas. It resided nearby to protect the port from incursions from the armies of the Colonial Dominions. According to several reports, it wouldn't take longer than two hours for them to reach the southeastern port. As such, they needed to leave the Dominion Island as fast as possible.
The forces of the United Military boarded cargo ships alongside their armored vehicles. Helicopters were refueled and aircrafts were reard. The southeastern port had long beco a military naval base. But even then, it was ti for them to abandon it. There was no doubt that the Dominion Island had fallen, which ant that they were operating within enemy lines.
"I never thought that we would be retreating from battle." Caron mumbled to himself while boarding a cargo ship. It was saddening as the United Military had prided itself as the force that could protect the freedom of all sapient life. Though, it was also humbling as it made him realized that they weren't invincible in the foreign world.
Each step must be taken with caution, each strategy must be thought with precision, and each path must be taken with grim determination. The United World Governnt has chosen a path in the new world. A road that was alien to the inhabitants of this world. Even if it ant that the world would beco their enemies, it didn't matter as long as they stood for freedom.
Transport helicopters soared the skies, heading towards the nearby lightning carrier of the UNS Jaeger of the Blue Seas. It was a sign that the battle was far from over. The war had rely begun, and the United World Governnt would strike back. This was rely a step back for the future that was about to co. A future where the World Governnt would reign supre.
The edges of his lips rose as he turned his gaze away from the lines of the endless horizon that halted the expanse of the seas. In the future, he would return in this island. It might not be so far or later, and he would fight with all he has. It was his duty to do so, as a Captain of the United Marines. From the rough seas and into the foreign lands, the United Marines will be ready to strike.
Above the Citadel was the crown of the one and only, there he was, the Authority of the United World Governnt. The shepherd that stood above all. He read through the file report, his expression remained hidden under the darkness of the office. His eyes glimred with a hint of radiance, akin to the rising sun. The armies of the Colonial Dominions have made their landfall.
But that didn't matter for it was rely land that was awaiting to be taken back. He gazed forward and called out into the darkness. "Laplace, my dear... Now that all of our forces have left. It is ti to strike back. Burn them to the ground, and hunt the one that dared to skewer my fleet."
A beautiful white-haired dragoness erged from the darkness, a smirk etched unto her face. Her draconic horns protruded from her head while her dark tail shifted with authority. "I shall do so, my love. I will burn them and find the ant."
In re monts, she disappeared from the spot. The Dragon of Liberation had been awakened, and it was ti for them to burn.
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