occ: A bit unreal...I guess you forgotten your history on the Native Americans. Will you really be friends with the people that come and claim your home as theirs? and then kill you and your family when you resist? Then they force their culture on you and expect you to be good little sheep?
"They come and take our land, destroy our traditions and kill our families. Now they expect us to forgive them and just let them walk over us?"
The remaining Nerubians had left for refuge in the mountains. The cowards that stay behind surrendered to the Canads and offer their fealty to the foreigners. Bribes and fear were at the root of these betrayals.
Inside the camp, the cries and mourning of orphans and widows echo through the mountain. The Canads were ruthless in their attempt to take their land, killing all that stood in their way.
A young man sulks at the corner of a cliff. His friend attempts to comfort him. But no words could sooth his pain, for yesterday he lost both his pregnant wife and only son to a Canad rocket attack on their home. He like many, has lost irreplaceable love ones to the Canads.
John don sits with the remaining tribe chiefs, their faces mask with misery and hopelessness.
"These Canadians don't know how to hold back...your families won't be safe here anymore."
"My aunts, uncles, cousins...all dead...John don, what can we do? If we fight anymore, our families will be targeted."
"There's not much choice...those traitors have given up your secrets to the Canadians...there's no place to run. You will need to leave Neru."
"But where can we go? We have no other place. This has been our home for centuries! We can not give it up without a fight! Not after how many of my kin they killed! I'll die before I let these barbarians get away with it..."
"Fight we must...but first we must protect your families from the wrath of the Canadians. I have arrange passage with Lia, your wives and children will found refuge in the land of my tribe. We must leave quick, there's no telling when the Canads will find out about our position."
"John don...there's always a question that strike us all...why are you helping us? You are not Nerubian, nor do you have a wife or child here to protect."
John was silent for a moment before replying. "I do what Lia commands me to do. And Lia has told me to protect your people. That is all. But I believe in morality, something my tribe holds sacred."
The others ponder over John's answer. Deep down, they knew John was sympathetic with their cause, fighting shoulder to shoulder with them ever since he arrive in Neru. Whatever his reasons, he could be trusted.
"Agree, we will leave it to you to protect our love ones. We put faith in you John don."
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One weeks later... "LE, I'm picking a cluster of thermal bodies at the west end of shore, coming down the mountain...wait...I'm picking up the beckon signal."
"That's Agent Saph, he's here with the refugees. Put down the launches."
Twenty motor launches are drop from the six large transport ships. From there, they ferry weary and exhausted Nerubians to the waiting ships.
"Agent Saph, good work. Glad to see that the Canadians didn't get a bullet into you."
"Long time no see 020. I hope you guys bought enough room...I have 7 000 women and children that need to be carry to safety. Hope the Canucks didn't pick you up?"
"Even if they did, nothing they can do. We're in international waters. If I see them, I'll flip them one."
"Enough jokes. We need to get food and water to the passengers, it was a long trip."
"I'll get the galley on it."
The ships lifted anchor as the last of the launches were pulled in. They proceeded northwards, towards their checkpoint. The journey was hard for the passengers inexperience with the rolling sea. The ship reeked of vomit and filth. It was a relief when they finally landed on a foreign tropical shore of trees and hills. The passengers were led onto the wharf, where they went through quarantine by John's people. The people spoke a strange tongue, and a majority them had light skin similar to John's.
The Nerubians were then transport on moving wagons along a pair of steel beams, a contraction that John called "a train". They were taken to a vast meadow dotted with plentiful trees. The land look fertile and wholesome, with an abundance of wildlife.
"How you like it Mujin? I know it's not the same as home. But it was all we can come up with here. A least there's plenty of grazing for your livestock."
"So much green...John don...thank you. We owe you and your people our gratitude."
"You're lucky that my country had some empty land here in the south. You won't be bother here, Lia made sure of this. It all belongs to your people, until you get back your old homes. Your livestock will come in tomorrow."
Supplies were move in to help the refugees settle in. Here, the small group of Nerubians could live safely under the protection of the local government. Their way of life will continue, as well their fight.
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Collateral asset secure. Free Engagment
Authorization accepted. STFUC project initiated
Submerge below the sea, a small fleet of submarines glides silently through the waters of north Neru.
"It's 3:20. Time to launch. Unlock tubes 1 to 12. Falcon Fire engagment initiated."
Thirty-six medium range ballistic missiles pop out from the top of the subs, exiting the water and arcing high into the sky. Their GPS guidance were coordinated on the major pre-sighted Canadian airfields in Nerubia. Three missiles for each airfield, the two ton warheads explode on impact. Runways were cratered, fuel tanks exploded, and hangars were blasted down. Several planes were also damaged in the bombardment.
With the Canadian air capabilities reduce, the remaining Nerubian fighters have a chance to fight on a more equal level. This fight was long from over...
