01-05-2020, 10:04 AM
Godenia, Vulkaria
Forward Operating Base Moyolehuani
Brigadier General Tlanexchel stared out at what, until 24 hours earlier, had been a relatively useless military installation.
Previously known as Cooperative Security Location (CSL) Moyolehuani, the site had been operated by the Coytōchte Corporation as part of its ongoing contract to train the Vulkarians in how to deal with pesky insects such as terrorists and insurgents. In the view of the Jaguar Warriors General now overlooking the site, the mercenaries had failed. With that failure now apparent in the smoldering remains of what had been the front gate of their HQ in Huitzitaca, the Coytōchte mercenaries had summarily been sent home, and their base re-purposed by the real Xiomeran soldiers under Tlanexchel’s command. CSL Moyolehuani, named after a famous Xiomeran warrior of the Civil War period, had served one useful purpose: as a convenient landing point for his brigade.
Tlanexchel was taking no chances with the defenses of what was now known as FOB Moyolehuani; walls of ready-to-assemble gabion fortifications were going up to supplement the previous weak barbed wire perimeter, and additional strongpoints with heavy machine guns were being set up. Other prefab buildings, rapidly shipped over from Xiomera, were popping up to supplement the more permanent structures that had existed. But to Tlanexchel’s eyes, the most beautiful sight of all was the steady stream of Xiomeran soldiers, armored vehicles, and necessary supplies that were now arriving at the base.
“So we’re here. Now where’s the party?” a voice asked. Tlanexchel turned to see Col. Yolihuani, his second-in-command. “We’re here, but we’re not exactly invited to the party yet,” the General said with a slight chuckle. “For now, we’re getting settled in and getting ready. We’ll be involved in plenty of fireworks soon enough.”
“Good. We’ll be ready for whatever these M.L.F. cowards have to throw at us,” the Colonel replied, shouldering her XM-11D Tlihuatl assault rifle and scanning the area around her.
Tlanexchel was glad that Yolihuani, and the Jaguar and Eagle Warriors under their command, had that level of confidence. Xiomera’s armed forces had not fought in an actual armed conflict in decades, and there had been a few skeptical voices back in Tlālacuetztla that had argued that the Xiomerans weren’t ready to jump headfirst into what could end up being a very nasty war of attrition overseas.
Watching his soldiers setting up their base and deploying with trademark Xiomeran efficiency and poise, however, Tlanexchel knew that those skeptics back in Tlālacuetztla could blow it out their other noise hole. The question isn’t if we’re ready for these terrorist scumbags; the question is, are they ready for Xiomerans? the General thought with pride.
Turning to walk back to the command center, Tlanexchel told Yolihuani, “Let’s get in touch with the others who are planning this little dance. Let the coalition leaders know we’ve arrived, and we’re ready. Also, get me in touch with the other commanders whose forces are based here in Godenia. We’re going to have to coordinate things with them if we don’t want to end up shooting ourselves in the ass.”
Yolihuani nodded, already moving to execute those requests.
Forward Operating Base Moyolehuani
Brigadier General Tlanexchel stared out at what, until 24 hours earlier, had been a relatively useless military installation.
Previously known as Cooperative Security Location (CSL) Moyolehuani, the site had been operated by the Coytōchte Corporation as part of its ongoing contract to train the Vulkarians in how to deal with pesky insects such as terrorists and insurgents. In the view of the Jaguar Warriors General now overlooking the site, the mercenaries had failed. With that failure now apparent in the smoldering remains of what had been the front gate of their HQ in Huitzitaca, the Coytōchte mercenaries had summarily been sent home, and their base re-purposed by the real Xiomeran soldiers under Tlanexchel’s command. CSL Moyolehuani, named after a famous Xiomeran warrior of the Civil War period, had served one useful purpose: as a convenient landing point for his brigade.
Tlanexchel was taking no chances with the defenses of what was now known as FOB Moyolehuani; walls of ready-to-assemble gabion fortifications were going up to supplement the previous weak barbed wire perimeter, and additional strongpoints with heavy machine guns were being set up. Other prefab buildings, rapidly shipped over from Xiomera, were popping up to supplement the more permanent structures that had existed. But to Tlanexchel’s eyes, the most beautiful sight of all was the steady stream of Xiomeran soldiers, armored vehicles, and necessary supplies that were now arriving at the base.
“So we’re here. Now where’s the party?” a voice asked. Tlanexchel turned to see Col. Yolihuani, his second-in-command. “We’re here, but we’re not exactly invited to the party yet,” the General said with a slight chuckle. “For now, we’re getting settled in and getting ready. We’ll be involved in plenty of fireworks soon enough.”
“Good. We’ll be ready for whatever these M.L.F. cowards have to throw at us,” the Colonel replied, shouldering her XM-11D Tlihuatl assault rifle and scanning the area around her.
Tlanexchel was glad that Yolihuani, and the Jaguar and Eagle Warriors under their command, had that level of confidence. Xiomera’s armed forces had not fought in an actual armed conflict in decades, and there had been a few skeptical voices back in Tlālacuetztla that had argued that the Xiomerans weren’t ready to jump headfirst into what could end up being a very nasty war of attrition overseas.
Watching his soldiers setting up their base and deploying with trademark Xiomeran efficiency and poise, however, Tlanexchel knew that those skeptics back in Tlālacuetztla could blow it out their other noise hole. The question isn’t if we’re ready for these terrorist scumbags; the question is, are they ready for Xiomerans? the General thought with pride.
Turning to walk back to the command center, Tlanexchel told Yolihuani, “Let’s get in touch with the others who are planning this little dance. Let the coalition leaders know we’ve arrived, and we’re ready. Also, get me in touch with the other commanders whose forces are based here in Godenia. We’re going to have to coordinate things with them if we don’t want to end up shooting ourselves in the ass.”
Yolihuani nodded, already moving to execute those requests.
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