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The Yeetusa wrote:

At 0330 hours, the first Yeetusan army lands at Sadun. The Fleet Admiral signals to fire 5 flash-bang missiles. They land, temporarily blinding the rebels. The Yeetusans, shielded by advanced helmets, open fire with their machine guns. Panicked, one of the rebel officers signals a distress signal. From the Yeetusan fleet, Chancellor Saafis orders a squadron of fighter jets and attack helicopters to aid the Yeetusans at Sadun.

"Admiral, make it appear we are concentrating all our resources to Sadun. They must not know about Operation Sandstorm." Chancellor Saafis orders.

"Roger." Admiral Shico responds.

The second army boards the transports. It will arrive at Plymouth in 7 hours when launched They are covered in body armor and helmets. The lieutenant general in charges glances at the Chancellor, waiting for the go.

The Chancellor takes a second, thinking that this may be the turning point of the war. Then he signals to the lieutenant general.

"You are go for launch"

Hail the Confederation!

Rebels at Sadun rain artillery shells on the boats, blowing men, and ships out of the water.

Sharpshooters try to take out commanders, and the drivers.

Ships hit each other as the captains are killed, but many ships still make it.

Over at Plymouth, the commander there receives a message.

"They are trying to divert us, we need to be prepared for an attack. Don't fire until the order, they do not know that we know."

Plymouth hurriedly prepares to defend itself, and readies the laser cannons.

Meanwhile in Alexandria, Levi, and his fleet come to join Yeetusa, with a fleet of 1,500 ships, mainly battleships, with the flagship, The Green Dragon.

Hellslayer wrote:

Rez grimaces. "I ask a great favour," he says, "I ask you to defend the portal, and protect the supplies we send through. Should these supplies fall into enemy hands, it will be catastrophic." Then he smiles. "The rebels will be scorched in the flames of their defeat. We will spare no expense in erradicating them, and give no mercy."
He leans down from his Sabbaoth, and hands Riker a dagger. "Wounding someone with this blade will curse them, and no matter where or how slight the injury, in roughly half a minute, they will slowly turn black then spontaneously combust. May you ever find your mark, Riker."

Ave Societatem Adscitis!
Hail the Confederation!

In south Alexandria, Riker nods his head, and takes the dagger.

"Would this dagger hurt your kind, or something like you? The rebels are cultists, so who knows what they have."

OOC: I am ready for you to attack Yeetusa, and Hellslayer.

Hail the Confederation!