80 Years War

[Guyton]

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........Date - 625 A.S - During the 80 Years War
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Good livings,

I am Yurashi Osamu a serving officer in the Security Forces of the Gas Miners Guild.
Without a doubt we were born most unlucky to open our eyes to such times as these. Rheinland, the keeper of the greatest warmachine of the three houses has declared war against us. For the first time in history has the guild seen the sight of war. We are peaceful people forced roll along side the dogs in the sand to protect our way of life from greed. The motherland has agreed to train our warriors to hold off against this armada of devils. The men have trained hard and have grown stronger with courage carrying themselves with high self-esteem. Most pilots never appear to go missing after every battle. It is a feat we will lose the war and our place in the galaxy. Hope has not died yet as the war rages on.

As a younger man I was eagered to become a hero known even to the motherland. I was born into the guild with the heart of a soldier. Before the war started it had been a dream of mine to become fighter pilot escorting shipments out of Sigma-13. Why? because it was an honor to return to the motherland, to return to Kusari and be a witness of greatness. But, fate had a different destiny I could not see. Unlike most members of the Security Forces my days as a fighter pilot was nothing more than fanasty, Instead of the warmth of a pilots uniform I felt the warmth of marine combat gear. Though marines were not pilots our brothers said it was an glorious thing to be a marine. We didn't fight with large weapons of war and even at times we would dig in the fight with our hands and boots. Our war with Rheinland lasted a little more than 2 hours.

The Dragon's Arm team head the elite marines of the guild, I was apart of this team. To young to lead but old enough to take another mans life in my mind I questioned every order, the guild teaches all marines duty comes before guilt. Therefore I did my duty and even now I hide my guilt in my dreams. My actions transformed young boys into young men, young men into men, and men into soldiers. For our will to do our duty so well known we were assigned to the first mission for marines in the war. The capturing of 2 Rheinland machines of war during the Battle for Sigma-13, Rheinland's largest campaign of the war thus far. Dragon's Arm was ready to take its place as a legendary force of war.

-Operation Crash Landing, Battle for Sigma-13

Bang! My eyes are opened to the blinding flashes of the red alert signal and ears to the stretching of the alarms. Our transport had been crashed into the airlock of the first target, Namura. Running, screaming, cursing marines stormed into the vessel resembling the power of the gods. My heart was beating strongly with each beat. The body was screaming danger yet my mind was screaming "Get moving and take the fracking ship!". Almost immediatly exiting the transport I began to track over the bodies of Dragon's Arm and Rheinland soldiers. Every where it seemed like men were screaming for help. The most any of us could do to help our brothers was to complete the mission to go home, complete the mission. "Go! Go Marines!" yelled a sergeant behind us urging to take a piece off of the enemy before dieing. His name was Yuri Yokomoko, a man planned on ending his life aboard this battleship like his old man in the cockpit. Unlike him most of war wasin't ready to die. We were ready to do our duty and if the gods allowed it do it again. The hallways on the ship were large enough to march an entire platoon of troops down. Instead of marching there was nothing but running marines knocking, beating, killing their enemy. Were we trained to protect
a company? or were we trained to protect a country? The fight reminded me of the tales of Kusari my father would tell me of the Blood Dragons defending the emperor. We were doing the same thing for the CEO along with our people. Cut off from the rest of the marines behind us the bulkheads locked on myself and Yuri. We advanced forward as power to the rest of the ship went out cutting off all the lights. In the section of the ship where we were located, there were no emergancy backup lights. It felt like we were wandering around in the dark for hours but it had only been for 30 minutes. With no enemy in sight power throughout the ship came back online with the annoucement on the ships comms, "Dragons the vessel is ours!" The fight
wasin't over yet as pilots landed the marines pulled out to the next target. Our next target would be our last for the war. Warship Auswanderung also known as Exodus.

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