07-03-2022, 06:00 AM
Côte-Verte
May 12th, 2022
In the interest of maintaining a vague illusion that the Corporation cared about the opinion of the international community, the mercenaries had strictly avoided bombarding the city itself as much as possible. The mercenaries had focused most of their impressive firepower on the naval base, save for some vital transport and resupply facilities the enemy controlled in the rear of the combat zone.
On the morning of May 12th, that would change.
The residents and defenders of Côte-Verte would wake to the sound of sirens, their desperate keening warning of a fate already decided. Missiles and artillery began to rain down not just on the naval base, but upon the city as well. At first, the fire seemed somewhat targeted: the local city hall and police stations, traffic control centers and the like. But far too soon, the target base expanded. Industrial centers, water and power facilities, any government building within reach of the powerful Xiomeran weapons CSSC wielded. As the people of Côte-Verte watched in horror, the pounding fire from the mercenary lines systematically began to dismantle their city, building by building. And if other buildings happened to get hit by unintended fire, these would be acceptable losses, from the CSSC perspective.
No surrender would be asked for. No surrender would be accepted. Côte-Verte was about to become an object lesson about the fate of those who opposed CSSC. The gloves were off. Côte-Verte would be treated as an obstacle to be ground into submission. If necessary, it would be wiped off the map. The rest of Auria was expected to take note. Xiomerans were big fans of lessons taught well.
And under the unprecedented wave and volume of shrieking steel and fire from the skies, the mercenaries launched yet another advance on the city and base. They would push the coalition back into the sea, or at least halt its advance, if the man leading the charge from Lumière had anything to say about it.
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As his no-holds-barred attack unfolded, General Teoctlehue watched in real-time from his command center in the capital. He smiled grimly to himself. It's about damn time we had a free hand. Now we can finally show these fools what they've gotten themselves into.
May 12th, 2022
In the interest of maintaining a vague illusion that the Corporation cared about the opinion of the international community, the mercenaries had strictly avoided bombarding the city itself as much as possible. The mercenaries had focused most of their impressive firepower on the naval base, save for some vital transport and resupply facilities the enemy controlled in the rear of the combat zone.
On the morning of May 12th, that would change.
The residents and defenders of Côte-Verte would wake to the sound of sirens, their desperate keening warning of a fate already decided. Missiles and artillery began to rain down not just on the naval base, but upon the city as well. At first, the fire seemed somewhat targeted: the local city hall and police stations, traffic control centers and the like. But far too soon, the target base expanded. Industrial centers, water and power facilities, any government building within reach of the powerful Xiomeran weapons CSSC wielded. As the people of Côte-Verte watched in horror, the pounding fire from the mercenary lines systematically began to dismantle their city, building by building. And if other buildings happened to get hit by unintended fire, these would be acceptable losses, from the CSSC perspective.
No surrender would be asked for. No surrender would be accepted. Côte-Verte was about to become an object lesson about the fate of those who opposed CSSC. The gloves were off. Côte-Verte would be treated as an obstacle to be ground into submission. If necessary, it would be wiped off the map. The rest of Auria was expected to take note. Xiomerans were big fans of lessons taught well.
And under the unprecedented wave and volume of shrieking steel and fire from the skies, the mercenaries launched yet another advance on the city and base. They would push the coalition back into the sea, or at least halt its advance, if the man leading the charge from Lumière had anything to say about it.
---
As his no-holds-barred attack unfolded, General Teoctlehue watched in real-time from his command center in the capital. He smiled grimly to himself. It's about damn time we had a free hand. Now we can finally show these fools what they've gotten themselves into.
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