A large map was spread before President Snow Mark, Grand Commander Dark Light, and other closely trusted advisors and generals, showing the entire world, with the small group of Allied Nations left on a small island continent, and the UNW holdings on it. Special marking showed garrisons, troop movements, areas of offensives and more, detailing all the most up to date information they had, a feat made much more easy by an invention they had developed, or more specifically, Snow developed, called the telegraph. It granted them a key advantage in getting information to and from the front as quickly as possible over the Allies, which meant that their strategists could be far from the front, and still be almost like they were there. Of course battles that usually lasted just a day still depended on those leading the armies, but the telegraph allowed those able to see the full picture to get information to the front quickly, telling them the plan and where to move, also making reinforcing damaged forces quicker. "There's a large concentration of Allied troops here." Dark said, pointing her pointer stick towards a marked hill on the Allied control land near the largest UNW hoofhold on the continent, "The forces in Hold 1A-Omega cannot march deeper into the soft heart of the Allies without taking that hill. Bombardment has done nothing but made sure the surface of the hill is lifeless, and also shrink it a bit. Our best intelligence shows a large system of bunkers and tunnels inside." "So we kill them indirectly." Snow replied calmly, "Firing incendiaries at the hill, or more specifically, napalm, to completely cover it in flame will use all the oxygen in those tunnels of theirs and suffocate them to death. I don't see why you haven't done that yet Dark." "Snow, that's terrible! Killing them in that way is highly unmoral!" Dark protested "We need that hill, no? Then take it by any means." Snow replied, unmoved, which was met by nods of agreement from the other generals, who had been exhausted by the two-month siege of it, "Also, we should start to reinforce Hold 5R-Zeta, it may be small, but if we put enough pressure from it, the Allies will be forced to move their already strained forces to counter, thus taking troops off of fronts that we've been trying to break out through for awhile now. And if they don't, then they'ld have to worry about a breakout from behind." This time Dark nodded, "Yes, that's a very good idea. The Allies are already fighting offensives on 5 different fronts from our Holds in their land, opening a 6th should be enough to break them somewhere, and we'll still have troops to spare." Dark then turned to the telegraph operator in the room, "You got that? Good, send it!" (I'll draw a map of the continent soon)
Will was sleeping in the barracks longer than he should of, snoring loudly, & tossing & turning constantly, having much trouble keeping himself asleep
Two months. Two months, the Allies have been bombarded. Two months of rumbling, whistling, screaming, wailing, and having pieces of the ceiling nearly fall on you. Callie spewed on a piece of wall, just as she had for the past three days. It was her job, after all to soften the wall to make it easier to dig through. Because that was the high command's solution to being attacked: Dig a hole and wait to die. That's how the infant dragon felt about their decision, anyway. She knew that the only way to get the enemy to stop bombing you was to fight back, but would anyone listen to her, No... She was too young. They were so full of horsefeathers. She was just as old as anypony there, probably older than some... She gathered some more acid in her throat and hocked a mighty loogie at the wall in front of her.
Golden approached Callie brushing off some dus from her mane. "How's the hole coming along. High command wants to know how much longer it will take. Though personally we can't just be sitting ducks. If we're at least going to go down we might as well do something." She dusted off a supply crate sitting down on it and pulling out a hot flask of tomato soup. "we may not have the best most reliable weapons but at least we get proper homemade style rations. Not like those sorry excuses for food ration packs I had during my 2 years in the UNW."
Callie wiped her mouth and turned around to face the pegasus. She quickly saluted, then addressed her. "Sir! Or, uh, I mean, Ma'am." She cleared her throat and replied, "The hole is coming along well. I mean, about as well as a hole can, I guess. I'm guessing that it won't be much longer until we either hit a mine or the side of a hill." She licked her lips when she smelled the hot tomato soup. She walked over to the crate and took her own flask, then sat down and slurped some of the soup. "What was it like, Ma'am? When you worked for the 'Yoo-En-Dub'?"
"Well, I followed orders, killed resisters mercilessly without hesitation. In other words I was just a mindless puppet with General Dark light pulling the strings. If it wasn't for the orphan child. I would of never of seen the error of my ways". Golden started to cry, memories of her shooting ponies both young and old flooded her mind.
(Correction: The UNW aren't mass murderers, they're just willing to do anything to win. They don't commit genocide.)
Lieutenant Major Rain Showers walked along the deafening artellery line pounding away at the hill that the front line troops had come to call 'Goliath', on account of being large, threatening, and unbeatable. As she observed each artellery crew, a messenger ran up to her with a telegraph marked simply, 'Burn Goliath'. She understood what was meant by it, and though she hated the idea, she was tired of losing good soldiers in an endless battle for a hill. "Artellery!" She yelled out, and after a few minutes, the firing stopped so she could heard, "Switch to napalm! Burn Goliath to a crisp!" She ordered, and with solemn faces, not willing to believe this would work any better than anything they had down, the artellery crews loaded up their napalm shells, and firing a new, but this time each blast covered part of the hill in a sticky flaming fluid, hoping to either smoke the occupants out, or suffocate them.
"do you smell that. Smells like... Fire. DAMN IT, WE GOTTA MOVE. EVERYBODY OUT. IF YOU'RE A PEGASUS GRAB A EARTH ANYONE AND FLY OUT; IF YOU'RE A UNICORN GROUP TP." Golden saw that there was no commanding officers in the area so just took matters into her own hands. "When your ready hop on".-
Callie smelled the smoke as well. She spit out her soup, causing a small hole in the floor. "Holy lizardspit! We gotta get out of here!" She leapt upon Golden's back and instinctively kicked her in the ribs (accidentally, of course). "Giddyup!"
After a menacing yet joking glare her wings popped up in a ready position almost whacking both sides of Callie. Then Golden launched into the air speeding through the corridor and flying up the broken elevator shaft to the top. "Think you can Acid their cannons and possibly them. As if you can I can hold you underneath me with my hooves and use you as a turret."
(Will begin using Allied next post) Rain Shadows continued to bark orders, ordering a full out charge forward from the trenches, and to shoot to kill at anything leaving Goliath. She wanted to ensure that even if Goliath didn't fall now, they would finally have it surrounded in a full seige, and to make sure that it was as devestating of a loss as possible. Already, the entire hill was in flames, and the napalm just kept coming as waves of UNW troops surrounded it, preparing to shoot any Allied face that showed. - - Auto Merge - - (Also, map: http://i.imgur.com/UDQr3rz.jpg )
While waiting for Callies decision she noticed dragons, pegasi and Griffins start hovering in the air she thought to herself flying behind goliath base and started circling around it hoping to cite up the pegasi and griffins to create a hurricane ready to head in the UNW's direction.
Kleft Praise sat under a hilly trench, toying with his new gun. It was only magic applicable, which was completely pointless because any unicorn worth his salt would have a more effective spell. He took a moment to look up and saw two pegasi shoot past, obviously fleeing. Fumbling he brought the gun up and fired at them, missing. He swore violently and threw the gun away, firing a few magic missiles at them, but by then they were already gone. Bloody useless! He thought in disgust, kicking the gun away and hopping the trench to prevent any more escapes.
General Tulac fumbled barely out of the last entrance and exit before fire finally covered it, most of the ponies he escaped with shot down easily through their smoke-driven hysteria, "Fall back! Save as many as you can! They WANT you fools to attack!" He coughed at the troops as he flapped up to them, "Dont give them what they want! If you attack, they'll slaughter you all! I am ORDERING a tactical withdrawal!" He yelled as bullets begin whizzing around them, from both the UNW ground and aerial units, "We'll be back! I promise!" He yelled.
"SIR YES SIR". With that said she bolted off Heading to Solidu. Almost ripping Callie off with the speed. "Names Pvt Golden Feather by the way; Although you can call me Goldie". She checked her Saddlebag with her UNW uniform still in and then checked her belt she only had 1 100 round magazine and 3 30 round ones plus the 60 currently loaded.
Tulac watched as the small amount of forces that managed to survive getting out of the hill, knowing one of them he had sent strait to Capita City for reporting the loss of Goliath. He sighed and turned with the remnants of his bodyguard towards the incoming UNW, knowing that unless they distracted the UNW, the retreat would be for naught. "CHARGE!" He yelled at them, and him and the ten remaining pegasi and griffins flew towards the massive approaching them, firing with all they had at them, but soon, Tulac felt a bullet tear through his wing, and he plunged to the ground, slamming into it at the hooves of the front line UNW's, who instantly began pointing their weapons at him and stripping him, "The...UNW...Will never...take Drimorus." He snarled at them through the pain. (if you can't tell, I'm trying to get the Allies to a seemingly desperate start in order to highlight their plight, and that this is a very pivotal moment in this war that has raged for 2 years. Also, Parsons, no private would have access to Snow. She literally only meets with those she knows very well that she can trust them, assassins and all that being possible.) Spoiler: And also new map
Jackpot was right near the back of the lines keeping cover fire. She was doing well at her position, managing to hold off a large amount of Allied soldiers with a group of five other UNW soliders. She had to watch one by one as her friends dropped to the ground lifelessly. It soon got to the point where she was the last one alive. No matter what, she continued to fight for the UNW and was ready to die for it.
Callie was embarrassed to admit that her acid spray, for as great an amount that they would've needed to launch a successful counterattack, needed a good five of ten minutes. She was somewhat relieved when the General ordered a tactical withdrawal. She swallowed the acid in her mouth, and hung on for dear life as Golden flew as fast as she could toward Solidu.