Battle of Erisapolis, Alida"Two Baskets please." said the cheerful mother as she asked the store manager for two baskets of Fruit. Her shopping was almost done and when she was finished she was going to enjoy a break for once since her kids were sleeping over at a friends house. Being a single mother, Clara was disadvantageous but seeing her two angels grow in the years was what made her most of all happy for her care for them. She walked outside noting the Sunny sky and the clear blue sky. Though something wasn't right, the sky wasn't totally clear, Something that seemed like a growing cloud appeared, coming in streams across the sky. Great flashes of light and explosions erupted everywhere around her. She fell to the ground as flying shards of glass cut her delicate skin and other debris was felt at her face. Dust flew everywhere and there was black smoke rising. A fire brigade truck drove in putting out as many flames as it could. From that other trucks came in, Military vans, clearing the area and screaming in their Voice Modulators, "We're Under Attack! Every Able Body of the kingdom of Yadak is to take up arms and fight for her Sovereignty!"
From the sky, aircraft that she had remembered from the news appeared, Ozian Staii-7 fighters, the news channel did a special on Ozian Weaponry and Arms once. This however wasn't TV, she got that idea when various bombs rained down near she was. Clara dived for cover as streams of flame ingulfed people around her, singing their flesh, and the screams taking their last painful breathes.
Clara dropped her baskets and fruit went everywhere on the street but she ran to her house which was a block away. As she ran there an explosion rocked the house near her. Upon the hilly street she could see the harbor, in the distance were unknown ships, ships she's never seen before. All bearing a Maroon flag of the Mafia. The explosion had knocked her to ground but she managed to get up despite nasty shrapnel wounds. She ran in her house, searched under her bed and pulled out her husband's old Pistol. She loaded it and stuck it in her pants. She now ran to her bike and rode off to go see her child. With Explosions building up everywhere and glass and particles flying everywhere it was difficult for Clara to get through the mess that was on the street but also getting through massive crowds of frightened people. These mobs pushed away people as they ran for their dear lives. The Ozian Aircraft swooping down and mowing down clusters of people with single Maching gun bursts. Some dipped down and unleashed missile after missile and hell upon wherever that missile landed. Dozens of these aircraft appeared, shooting everywhere. Yadakan Soldiers shooting pathetically at the Ozian aircraft. When she finally got to her friends house, she found it to be charring away to the ground, with screams of people inside the building. She ran to the building but as she got close to the door it began to collapse and from the first story window she saw her son by the window, lying down. She ran inside despite a burning house. She dragged him out of the building, crying by his side. Clara panting and screaming at her child, "Get up! GET UP!"
She finally lost it and began tearing and crying, "My Brian! MY BRIAN!" She cursed the Ozians flying above.
She closed her eyes deeply, her golden Yadakan eyes, as she raised her pistol to her head she winced and started to shake. Finally pulling the trigger.
Ozian Transport- Serial MOPPP0025The transport vessel docked into port. Captain Verkov of the Mafia Army exited his boat and his 10 squad members following him, he screamed in Inglish "To City Hall! Storm the City my Ozians! Gaea grants blood to drink from our Stained hands!" Men and women cheered, raising their I-19s in the air. Their Mafia uniforms taking the will from the Yadakan people. The soldiers charged in the city, Those that followed Captain Verkov followed him with great loyalty, Helicopters entered in the city, he was told many of them had cameras, most to warn the other Yadakans and the other reason to show the world the Power of the Ozian Mafia. Suddenly a man fell down with a direct bullet hole to his head. To his east he saw Soldiers of Yadak shooting with their G3s. The Captain took cover and shot at the soldiers who fell. Ozians around him stormed up with bayonets and swords drawn, Swarming their Enemy. The 80,000 of the First legion of the Ozian Mafia were determined as ever to kill and do whatever necessary.
The Captain came to a door which was locked. He broke the door and inside He heard a flash of pistol. A bullet whizzed by his head as he grinned as the man wielding the pistol tried to shoot again but ran out of ammo. The man wielding the weapon standing in front of his wife and his 5 children, protecting them. He said brutally in Inglish, "Nothing can save them from My Iseltov... Tisk .. tisk." His dirty grin reflected total immorality as he unloaded his I-19 on the Innocent family.
"Come on, continue on, this house won't be a good base for our group" He said to his troops. They charged out watching as Ozians of the First Legion stormed the city around them. Black smoke was everywhere and explosions streamed everywhere. They ran down the street to see Ozian Soldiers rape innocent women, even Ozian Female soldiers holding down these females. He smirked at such madness, for the longest time Anarchy was what he wanted. His group rushed up the street where he saw a pistol next to a dead woman and charred child.
He muttered to his group, "How pathetic, these Yadakans are taking their own lives..."
As he sneered he picked up the pistol, removing the clip and throwing it in the bush. He heard some noise come from the bush, a somewhat odd noise. He poked his I-19 into the Bush and yelled, "Get out, Yadakan Scumb!"
An older brother of at least 10 and his younger sister of at least 5 were standing out in the street barefoot as they had shrapnel wounds all over their feet. A man from his group stepped forward and chuckled, "We'll take care of your wounds, You won't feel a thing...."
He raised his pistol to the younger girl and shot her in the head. Blood spewing to the gray ground, staining it with agony. The older boy screaming for his dead sister, staining his hands with her blood and hugging her against his Chest. He aimed the pistol to the boy and smirked, "Have fun with Gaea." Shooting him as their blood mixed. People were crying and screaming everywhere. Innocents, Soldiers, Virgins forcibly being taken, and the Blood of the Yadakan people flowing through the streets. The captain signaled his men down the street, Passing by some Ozians shooting out a building with RPG-29s.
They came across city hall which had mounted machine guns, 3 members of his group got hit by underestimating the enemy's potential. A group member threw a grenade in the direction of the fire but was thrown back towards the group. Shattering the glass behind them and sharding members near the blast. The captain finally threw in a flash bang, covered his ears and eyes and listened for the bang. He charged in stuffed a frag grenade in the blind bunker. Storming the front the Ozians charged in the city hall, killing anyone and everyone. The Mayor included. A flag was hoisted for the Ozian Mafia at the square in honor of the Victory. All that was left of the city were half destroyed buildings and blood.
With fire in the background on the city hall, Captain Verkov looked back and saw a car pull up. Out came a familiar figure, Dire Vendecci Parpaski. He came in slowly wearing his war uniform, clapping casually and slowly, his dark voice saying, "Good job First legion, A great day for us indeed. Nobody shall question us again...."
A Yadakan man reached up and gasped, "Medic..., help... me..."
Vendecci smoked in his cigar, took out his pistol, and shot the hurt man, smiling and breathing out smoke. "Vali..." (Good Bye)
