The East PacificBoard

The admiral of the 19th fleet, seeing the battle on the coast and the marine's transports (AAS) being fired upon, he gives another order of coastal bombardment, but with more firepower. The fleet obliges, with destroyers and the SSS Alfonso cruiser aiming their deck artillery guns and Surface-to-Surface Missile launchers at targeted coordinates which are the coastal defenses. At the beaches, amphibious vehicles deployed by the ships are being rained on with arrows and bolt action bullets, and some marines do die, but not most, since the said vehicles contain armor not penetrable by bullets and arrows (but it's windshields can).

Admiral then yells the following words:

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¡Dispara y conviértalas en cenizas!

Requested by the loud Sanctish (Spanish) sentence, the fleet fires a barrage of various naval artillery shells and few dozens of SSM's onto the raider defenders.

At the post, but far from the center, a paratrooper is hit by the torched arrow. His CESTS is damaged and it could no longer color itself depending on the environment, and he groans in agony, oh dear Lord he doesn't like the pain of burning. He does however survive, thanks to his body armor, he picks up the really hot arrow and tries to cauterize his wounds to stop bleeding while his comrades cover him by shooting at the overwhelming enemy. One of his compatriots saw him being shot with a flaming arrow, and looks up at a remaining tower, seeing that there's probably light inside, he thinks that an arrow came from there, so he uses the attached grenade launcher in his rifle and fires it against the tower that shot the flaming arrow.

Upon the center of Port Irene, it is absolute chaos. CESTS paratroopers try to escape buildings being torched down by raiders, inflicting casualties on San Sierran Special Forces, and heavy gunshots dominate the ambient sounds of the place. Some CESTS paratroopers who have managed to survive are taking cover behind walls while few of them are using thermal imagery to see through smoke and shoot at any raiders they see while covering behind debris. One high ranked paratrooper, who is a Sergeant Major, is calling pilots of Multi-Role fighters.

This is Sergeant Major Domingo reporting in, sh¡t's happening here, and we are being overwhelmed. We need airstrikes on the circled areas around this so-called "Old Administration Complex" and right at the fvckin' center of this God Damned port. I repeat, we need airstrikes around the Old Administration Complex and the center of this port, over.

One pilot of the entire D-82 fighter jet squadron responds.

/\/\ Copy that, sending air strikes right away at requested locations, God bless you. /\/\

Major Sergeant Domingo then peeks on a wall to fire on the enemy.

At outside of the port, now that the way into the place is cleared, the force of ten CESTS paratroopers now make their way into the port, although the slightly wounded man is getting bandaged by a female CESTS paratrooper, who is helping him get ready for combat again.

This is Sergeant Fernando, we have cleared outside enemy forces for an entry path, over. Be sure to check out for raiders and their explosive mines.

The archer has little time to react. The grenade lands in his nest, and takes a portion of the already ruined tower with it. This however, doesn't dissuade the oncoming raiders, who either stop to attack the remaining CESTs, or rush past to the center of the city. Many raiders are killed, but some are not.

A volley of arrows and automatic weapons fire meet the sergeant. The raiders have resorted to spray and pray tactics. Warehouses burn, the fires catching on to other buildings. The Old Administration Complex's main tower is pristine and well kept despite who currently occupies it. In the smoke, it's reflective panels are beautiful to look at, and also a great distraction for the sniper's nest on a high up balcony. The raider lines his shot, and fires at the nearest point of cover. The airstrike has yet to arrive.

While they patch up on the outskirts of Irene, an Imperial channel on the squad's radio crackles to life:

"This is Imperial Company 12, heading in to secure position to free up allied divisions, please stand by."