The war dragged on, and then, the news came. It hit Nara like a punch to the gut: Nigel was dead, killed by Red Nation artillery. A wave of shock and sadness washed over her. Even though things hadn’t worked out between them, she still cared. Memories of him, both good and bad, flooded her mind, making her heart race.
Just as she grappled with her emotions, another message arrived. A coalition led by the Golden Caravan from europe, after finishing their rebels “red nation proxy” they ready to help emerald league.
was preparing to launch an amphibious assault through the Caspian Sea, aiming to relieve the siege of Tehran.
meanwhile in border of emerald league with Great chaliphate (black nation) a mobile fortress. a big squarish metal box with wheels. used to be a mobile base.
Inside, a group of men and women dressed in dark robes, veils, and masks were gathered. Some of them had glowing eyes, and you could see hints of mechanical enhancements beneath their cloaks. These were the Hornets, the Caliphate’s elite special operations unit.
Hornet Leader,man with extra mechanical arms on his back. broke the news to Nara. “This is wonderful news! This coalition will destroy the Red Nation’s military base in Persia, easing our mission on two fronts.”
Nara felt a spark of excitement ignite within her. “So, you’ll send us a squad for the land operation, and we’ll send ten squadrons of Hornet elite through the Caspian Sea to land in Emerald?”
“Exactly,” Hornet Leader affirmed, his voice resolute. “We’ll join forces in Persia and destroy those Red scum together. Do you understand?”
Nara nodded, her focus sharpening. “Understood. I’ll take care of the coastal guns. I won’t let those weapons threaten our coalition’s assault.”
Laila, another officer nearby, smiled slightly at Nara’s determination. “I’m assigning you one of our best Hornet elites as your partner. His code number is 622, and his name is Ahmed. He’s highly skilled.”
With a deep breath, Nara felt her tension ease slightly. “Understood. I’ll work as a team with Ahmed and ensure our success.”
“Good,” Laila said, her voice grave but encouraging. “You are one of our best soldiers, and I believe you can complete this mission. Just remember to take care of each other and return to base safely.”
Nara saluted, confidence swelling within her. “I won’t fail this mission. I’ll protect my partner with my life.”
As Nara prepared to depart, Wazir turned to Laila. “Why do you trust her so much?”
Laila met his gaze. “I trust her because she’s a soldier I can count on, no matter how tough the situation. What about you? Do you believe in her?”
“Yeah,” Wazir replied thoughtfully. “She reminds me of her grandfather, Hejaz himself.”
Laila raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Her grandfather? Who is he?”
Wazir explained, “One of Hejaz’s daughters ran away with a mercenary. Nara is their child—a product of their forbidden love.”
Laila’s eyes widened with realization. “So, this is the truth behind Nara’s origins. Her loyalty and skill as a soldier come from that rebellious blood. I should have guessed sooner.”
As they parted ways, Nara met her partner, Ahmed, a tall figure clad in black balaclava. “I’ve been waiting for you, Nara,” he said, his tone firm. “Let me be clear: I don’t care about your background or that you’re a woman. I’ll treat you like any other soldier.”
Surprised but emboldened, Nara smiled. “I appreciate that. I’m not afraid of being treated as an ordinary soldier.”
“Good,” 622 replied, opening the armory door to reveal an array of weapons, from traditional firearms to the most advanced tech.
Nara’s eyes widened in awe. “Wow.”
“Pick your favorite, but I advise you to grab something silent,” 622 said.
Nara considered her options and selected a futuristic automatic gun and a sniper rifle, attaching a silencer to the latter.
“I read your report,” Ahmed said, his expression serious. “You have poor coordination. How about this instead?” He presented her with a silenced submachine gun.
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Nara felt a twinge of disappointment at the critique but nodded. “Okay, I’ll try the SMG instead.”
“Good. Let’s see how you handle it on the firing range,” he instructed.
Nara took the SMG and headed to the range. After a few bursts, she hit the target, not perfectly but enough to build her confidence. With each shot, she grew more comfortable with the weapon, finding her rhythm.
“Not bad for an ex-Zion bodyguard,” Ahmed remarked, a hint of approval in his voice.
Nara smiled, though a hint of frustration lingered. “I’m not just an ex-Zion bodyguard. I’m a loyal soldier for the coalition. If you doubt me, I’ll prove myself during tomorrow’s mission.”
With determination burning in her chest, Nara felt ready to face whatever challenges awaited them on the battlefield. The stakes were high, but she was prepared to fight for her allies and the cause they believed in.
February 2406: A Mission Ignited
As dawn broke on the day of the operation, the team boarded a small plane, its engine humming ominously. They skillfully dodged searchlights as turbulence rocked the cabin, sending jolts through Nara’s body.
“Is this plane supposed to shake this much?” she wondered aloud, gripping her seat. she remember her time on pasific with bastard brigade. but their plane is more stable.
“Welcome to military aviation!” Ahmed quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
Nara’s stomach churned at the violent vibrations, and when she heard a strange noise from the engine, her anxiety spiked. Just then, the light turned green—a signal to jump.
622 gave her a thumbs-up before leaping into the abyss. Nara returned the gesture, then took a deep breath, closing her eyes to calm her racing heart. She recalled Hornet Leader’s advice from earlier and opened her eyes,
The sensation of free-falling gripped her as she plummeted through the sky, the wind whipping against her face. Panic tightened her chest, but she fought to keep her focus. At last, she deployed her parachute and felt the sudden jerk as it opened, bringing her safely to the ground.
With a thud, she landed and rolled to her feet, adrenaline still buzzing. She quickly scanned her surroundings and spotted 622, who had already taken out a pair of guards with clean, silent shots.
“Nice work!” she exclaimed, a smile breaking through her nerves as he helped her detach her parachute. “Did they even see you coming?”
“They saw… the ground,” 622 deadpanned. “Let’s move.” He gestured forward. They moved through the shadows, using the cover of the crumbling seawall and the skeletal remains of abandoned fishing trawlers to avoid detection.
Finally, they reached their target: a massive coastal defense battery, its reinforced concrete pillbox studded with heavy rail cannons and automated targeting systems that swept the sea with searchlights. There were… a lot of them.
“Wow, that’s a beast,” Nara murmured, awe evident in her voice. The sheer size of the turret sent a chill down her spine.
622’s voice cut through her thoughts. “There are a lot of them. And intel suggests they keep building new ones.” He narrowed his eyes. “Something’s fishy.”
“We need to take the initiative. We can’t destroy that from the outside. We have to go in.”
Nara nodded, her mind racing with plans. They needed to infiltrate the pillbox and plant explosives inside. As they prepared, 622 quickly disabled a nearby sensor with an EMP grenade, showcasing his efficiency. Nara couldn’t help but admire his skill.
“Let’s breach that door,” she said, giving it a solid kick. The door swung open with a loud creak… revealing the inside of the turret… which was completely empty. And made of what looked suspiciously like fiberglass.
“Dammit,” Nara muttered, poking the barrel of the cannon. It wobbled. “It’s a… plastic gun?”
622 sighed. “Of course some of them are decoys. Our intel… needs an upgrade. We must find the real ones, Nara.”
They jogged along the line of batteries, checking each one. Finally, they found a turret that looked… different. More solid. The barrel, viewed through 622's thermal goggles, showed a distinct heat signature.
“That one’s been used recently,” 622 confirmed.
They approached silently. This one was definitely real. The metal was cold to the touch, but the lingering warmth from the barrel was palpable.
Inside, chaos erupted as soldiers spotted them. Gunfire erupted, and Nara’s instincts kicked in. Together, they fought their way through, knowing they had limited time before reinforcements arrived.
“Cover me! I’ll plant the explosives,” Nara shouted, and as she dashed inside, she spotted a control room filled with monitors. A teenager, clearly shocked at her sudden appearance, froze.
Nara seized the moment, drawing her silenced SMG. Before he could alert anyone, she fired, the shot echoing softly in the room.
“Sorry, kid,” she muttered, moving deeper into the pillbox. She soon found the giant cannon and the ammunition stockpile nearby. A small control panel caught her eye, and she hurried over to investigate how it operated.
After planting the explosives, she rushed back to 622, who was holding the door against a wave of enemy soldiers.
“Good. Let’s move to the next objective,” he said, handing her a detonator. “Do it when you’re ready.”
Nara felt a rush of excitement as she gripped the detonator, knowing she held the fate of their mission in her hands. With a steady breath, she pressed the button.
A massive fireball erupted, lighting up the night sky and sending shockwaves through the ground. The explosion was followed by a cascade of blasts from other teams as they took out their targets. Nara couldn’t help but grin; the sight was awe-inspiring—a beautiful chaos that illuminated the darkness.
“Good. Now we can rest for a moment because in the morning, we join the attack,” 622 said, his tone surprisingly calm after the chaos.
Nara nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. As the adrenaline began to fade, exhaustion set in. She realized she needed to recharge for the challenges ahead.
“Let’s get ready,” she replied, her heart full of determination. With the thrill of victory still fresh, Nara was ready to face whatever came next.