Chapter 20: Athtrim Naval Base
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In a vessel crossing the Atlantic.

Despite the rocking ship everyone within the meeting room, ears and tails were on edge and each side of the room had two groups, one with cat-like features and the other dog-like.

"Well ladies and gentlemen. I am aware of the racial tensions." The leader of this combined team stated, feeling the most uneasy since he wasn't from either of the two within the room, he was from Gatorlin as the Speaker of the House found out about Catifornian and Dogloria's back door deal and in exchange for not 'leaking' their back door deal, they had to allow one of his nation's members on the mission.

"But as you all know, we are after the maid and her master or mistress. Our main objective we need to retrieve them both preferred without violence. If needed by force." With what seemed to be an exaggerated yawn that showed all his teeth, which caused everyone else in the room to reflexively lean back, "Sorry about that. Now we have no idea on their combat abilities and we don't even know where they are." As he continued to tell them the lack of information they had, everyone was growing more and more restless as going into a Op with half decent intel was one think but going in with nothing and that nothing being outdated made it worst, hell they didn't know how strong the Junta fleets presence was on the west side of Erian.

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Within Athtrim Naval Base

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Within a command bunker built underneath the main built the very walls shook as the final salvo of 15inch too 16inch shells finished another bombardment.

"Anything this time?" As the Base Commander almost uncaring about the situation.

"Bombardment was ineffective. Railgun system two, four, six and seven are still operation, system one and three have suffered damage but aren't destroyed number five has almost been completely dismantled for spare parts." Replied one of his officers.

"Sir, company A B D and G have suffered heavy losses, and follow orders all the following have been merged into a new company A with company C, H and J being redesignated to the companies that are being merged into A."

"The field hospital has reached two-hundred and fifty percent capacity, it can't take anymore in sir. Medical supplies are running low, so is food and other needed supplies." 

The next to Officers gave equally troubling news, his "Company" sized units which were bloated to something being four times the normal amount, were it would be more accurate to call them battalions, and that was mostly due to the fact most of them were staffers, sailors or base security that didn't have formation larger then platoons.

Then the fact his hospital which hasn't been damaged at all during the bombardments either they were bombing raids or just like a few moments ago naval salvos... but still that hospital had a maximum capacity of a thousand, and anymore then that would have been given the Athtrim General Hospital or Athtrim Emergency Care. Both being either miss identified and destroyed or taken over by Paratroopers. Which had it's own issues as according to reports Athtrim General Hospital got off lucky since most died fast compared to the sadistic Paras.

"Sir we have reports that three Challenger threes are still operating near 'Hopes Highway' and are requesting support on a wide frequency. It seems even the military are leaving them out to dry." Someone stated before moving to another report, "We have conflicting reports about the terrorist fighting Junta Marines destroying two tanks and roughly a hundred dead Paratroopers."

The base commander paused at that. "Get some of the best and able now!"

"Sir!"

After maybe twenty minutes and in which maybe a dozen men were grabbed from various Companies, and once arriving were given a task that sounded like suicide without little to no gain.

"What?" Was the first word to leave one of their mouths.

"I want you twelve to find the terrorist and give her this letter." He restated, "This isn't a request it's an order." He gave the highest ranked man the letter and dismissed them without a second glance.

With a resolve of men who assumed they were going to die before being told their task, but this task? The commander was asking them to run through the hundred meters of no mans land between the base's perimeter and enemy positions that may or may not have Junta in them, and then find a terrorist... and give her a letter...

What the fuck were they? The Postmen? They had a war to fight!

Resigned to their fates they got ready and said goodbye to comrades, told logistics to remove their names from the lists for men needing supplies. With a nod these men and start the slow crawl across no mans land.

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