1 hour before the {Double Ambush Ops}.
"Today we will be launching an ambush on the ambush that has been set up for the Prince at the Roc Mountain pass…4 platoon will be divide into 2 places..". ( Major Juliet)In the Airship, the combination of Aeternum Special force and 1st infantry were already en route to Roc Mountain, the field officer for today was Major Juliet. All the soldier currently having their mission brief in the Airship cargo hold."Platoon Alpha and Beta will be dropped at the Roc bridge and set up ambush position inside the jungle on both side of the bridge…I want 1 squad to be the bait, and act as the decoy…the decoy is to proceed slowly, and stop before the bridge to draw out the enemy...if the enemy was detected…As always, eliminate everyone who fights, detained anyone who doesn't..after that secure the position and ready to move out to point B..".(Major Juliet)"YES MADAM!!". (Platoon A &At dawn, the sky growled. Artillery shells screamed down, tearing craters into the battlements. Tanks rolled forward, their cannons pounding relentlessly.By the second hour, half the wall was rubble. Lone Star soldiers fled into the streets, pursued by Aeternum infantry moving with mechanical precision.By the third hour, the Aeternum banner flew from the keep. Civilians peered from doorways, stunned by the speed of their deliverance.In the southern plains, General Alessia led her Eternal Night Division through the smoke of burning villages. Her soldiers moved with terrifying efficiency, striking at pockets of resistance and vanishing before counterattacks could form.One captured captain spat at her boots. “Monsters! Beasts!”Alessia leaned close, her crimson eyes glowing. “Perhaps. But we are beasts who spare the innocent. Tell me — what does your king spare?”The captain had no answer.Behind her, stabilization forces set up aid stations, distributing supplies to the freed villag
“To the people of Lone Star,” I said slowly, “your king rules with noose and whip. He sends your sons to die in chains. But we — we offer your life. We offer you dignity. We offer you freedom to work your farms, to feed your children, without fear.”I let the silence carry before I struck the final note.“To those who serve Halbrecht — lay down your arms. To those who suffer — wait for us. We are coming.”The red light dimmed. I removed the headset, meeting Elijah’s steady gaze.“You sound less like a conqueror,” she said softly, “and more like a deliverer.”I smiled faintly. “Perhaps the truth is both.”In a dim war chamber of Star City, Lone Star generals pored over maps with trembling hands. Reports arrived faster than they could be read:“Greystone lost.”“Three villages east defected without a fight.”“Conscripts deserting en masse.”A colonel slammed his fist onto the table. “We are not fighting an army — we are fighting inevitability!”But the king only sneered. “Then build mor
“To the citizens of Lone Star,” I began, voice calm but edged with steel, “we hear your cries. You flee not from us, but toward us. Know this: Aeternum does not come to enslave. We come to protect, to rebuild, to end the tyranny that starves its own children.”I leaned closer, my tone sharpening. “To King Halbrecht, who calls himself sovereign — your people are voting with their feet. Every family that comes to us is another voice declaring your reign finished. You are already dethroned.”The broadcast ended. Silence lingered in the studio. Then Rafaela, ever radiant, murmured from the wings: “You’ve given them hope, Mies. Hope can move armies faster than any engine.” I only nodded. Because I knew — she was right.In Star City’s main square, the gallows were crowded with trembling peasants. King Halbrecht himself stood on the balcony of his palace, face red with fury.“They cheer for our enemies,” he thundered to the crowd. “They betray their king for scraps from foreigners!” He raise
From the hidden corners of Lone Star, ACIA agents compiled damning dossiers. Grain shipments hoarded by nobles while their soldiers starved. Torture pits filled with innocents branded “Aeternum spies.” Secret executions of dissenting lords.Each report was sent back to Vaelric City, where scribes began drafting the future narrative: Lone Star’s collapse was of its own making. Aeternum merely ended their suffering.Already, these documents circulated discreetly among UNA allies. Protests once staged against Aeternum’s “warmongering” now faltered in the face of mounting evidence. Rivals might sneer, but the truth could not be denied: Lone Star had become the villain of its own story.That night, alone with my maps and candlelight, I pressed my pen against the parchment and drew a single line from Vaelric City to Star City.“This will be the road that ends a kingdom,” I whispered.But my thoughts wandered beyond the battlefield. I thought of the farmers forced into levies, of the childre
“Both of you are correct,” I said evenly. “But remember this — our war is not merely about crushing armies. It is about rewriting faith. Every city that surrenders to us willingly, every village that learns Aeternum’s protection is better than Lone Star’s cruelty, becomes a nail in their king’s coffin.”I looked at them each in turn. “Speed, yes. Brutality where needed. But above all, order. That is how we win not just the land, but the people who live upon it.”They both bowed. My decree was final, as always.By the third week, the Aeternum flag flew over a third of Lone Star’s territory. Roads once ruled by brigands or tax collectors now echoed with Aeternum supply trucks and patrolling soldiers.Messages flooded into Vaelric City — not of rebellion, but of surrender. Small lords sent envoys begging to be spared. Entire villages deserted their posts, offering keys to their towns. Refugees from deeper inland streamed toward Aeternum lines, reporting the cruelty of Lone Star nobles wh
I signed the operational addendum in the late hour. It was a dry bundle of clauses: absolute priority to noncombatant protection, mandatory medevac thresholds, court-martial for looting, and immediate removal of any commander proven to commit collective punishments. Practical lines—who to notify when a civilian complaint came in, how to log seizures, how many days’ rations constituted a supply cache—stuff that read like paper but acted like armor.Bina approved it without flourish. Alessia asked one pointed question about enforcement and then turned back to her maps. Mina organized patrol rotations to match supply distribution. Andrea recalculated trains and trucks to stretch the fuel lines further. In the command tent everything folded into place like machinery.I walked to the edge of the encampment that night and watched lamps wink out across the fields. Men and women in Aeternum uniforms moved like caretakers—treading the thin line between force and mercy. We had enough weapons to