Essential Stories (UFM)

Unknown to most, the Unnamed Field Marshall's secret hobby is literature. During his time with THDF, he'd become inspired over and over again with the numerous acts of honor and heroism, and expresses his adventures in the form of word. Most of these works are historical fiction roughly based on the current mission or adventure at hand. At some point, the Field Marshall finally returned to his own universe and his life drew to a close, but left his writings here in the THDF universe. Only many years later, would they be discovered by the scions of the Chat War era.

Heroes on Both Sides
Jennifer Opal, a captain in the resistance, had been tasked with taking a mountainous region fortified by the Chat. The campaign for the planet had begun almost two weeks prior, and the Resistance forces had managed to turn the tables on the Chat forces, who had been on the defensive for the last few days, and the Resistance had even managed to assassinate a Chat Moderator. Every soldier under her command, including herself, knew that the conflict would draw to a close soon; it was these essential hours that would determine the victor. Opal stood around a table inside a command tent, discussing with the her lieutenants a plan of attack. One suggested they try and secure a mountain ridge, which would ensure them sniper support if they launched an assault. Another recommended that they devide themselves into three groups and feign an attack elsewhere while the primary force delivers the killing blow. Everyone had very legitimate plans, but there was always some flaw with them.

As she pondered the situation, the recon sergeant frantically rushes in, red-faced and sputtering. "Chat...bunker...troops...planet...BOMB!" "Easy now," she coaxed, "give me a sit-rep, slowly." The sergeant stopped to breath momentarily, then proceeded to explain; "The Chat have planted a huge bomb! I dunno where they got it, but the energy readings indicate that it's got enough power to permanently scar this planet!" "What!? Where is it?" "It's located in a bunker at the base of a valley not too far from here. They've made some attempt to mask the radiation output, but our equipment still picked it up." Alarmed, Opal immediately ordered her lieutenants to assemble the troops in the gunships, and moved to give her update to command. She found herself unable to describe the events currently unfolding, and simply typed in situation developing.

When she left the tent, troops were already moving into the aerial vehicles. She boarded one, and hoped the mission would be quick and clean.

It was not.

Upon immediate entry into Chat air space, AA guns had already mowed through three gunships. The rest attempted to land, deploy troops, and pull back to safety until the infantry could remove the AA batteries. Although that part had proceeded according to plan, Opal's transport clipped a wing and crashed. She took cover in a natural trench alongside a squad of resistance troops. The Squad leader eagerly saluted her. "Specialist Dempsey reporting for duty!"

(I'll keep working on this. Hang tight y'all)