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CIVIL WAR OOC POST:

Vagmar, a desert penal colony, based on the outskirts of Jocospor. Never seen the life of day of joy or happiness ever and won't see it today. A lone Memeaxinia soldier, believing the false hopes of their generals and leaders, foolishly thought he was prepared to handle anything he came across when landing. The landing craft shuddered, and shell landed near, spraying the salt of the ocean on them. He was lucky, he and a number of men thought the same thing, but that luck wasn't shared with the other countless men.

Shells dropped indiscriminately on the landing craft, blowing men and transports to pieces, body parts flailed in the open sea. Transports that got grazed where not lucky, the transports covered the top on the men, sealed to protect them from the hail of bullets that would rain upon them but didn't think to realize that if hit by heavy shells, would sink those men to their watery graves, and sink they did. The "lucky ones", the ones that survived the oncoming bombardment hit the beach. In one of those transports, a lone soldier waits, waits for the transport doors to open and charge onto the beach. Once they did his vision turned to darkness, so did the soldier next to him and the one behind. What their generals failed to tell them was the Castelian heavy MG that sat up on the hills, raining bullets down on the Memeaxinia troops. Transports are filled with the bodies, blood and bullet holes streak across the walls. The only lucky Memeaxinia soldiers, were the ones hiding in armored mechanized vehicles.
The armored trucks roll forward from the beach, deflecting the bullets from Castelian troops and MGs.
The AMVs roll to the salt flats, they grind to a halt, and unload their cargo and troops. A sudden flash, a AMV blasts to pieces, shrapnel slices the nearby troops, killing them in an instant. A Castelian fighter buzzes overhead, making a turn for another go but gets turned off by a Memeaxinia fighter. A chase begins, the Memeaxinia fight hot on the Castelian tail, the Memeaxinia fighter locks on the Castelian but a blast of AA fire shreds the Memeaxinia fighter pieces. The Memeaxinia troops on the ground scramble to take out the AA gun and hide from the possible oncoming Castelian fighter. But a German Reich tank rolls around a sand dune, scaring the life out of the troops that witness it but get slaughtered by the mounted MG and blasted to pieces by tanks cannon. The troops in a panic, retreat to their transports, Castelian and German troops. Leaving their dead and wounded behind, they fall back to the transports and retreat back to sea.

A Castelian Captain views the battle on a hill, a German Lieutenant walks up. "A lovely day for a picnic don't you say?", "It is, even more lovely due its outcome." the Castelian Captain says. They both look on to the retreat the Memeaxinia troops are currently making. "They'll never make an invasion like this in a million years." the Castelian says. "They've been kicked off Jocospor and the losses they endured, they'll never touch Jocospor or us again." the German says. "Time for important matters then.". "Yes, shall we?"

Hail the Confederation!

(Some of us will be do these for Castelia to lighten the load off of him)