Somewhere in the broad land of the southern colony...
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*This is UNS Guardian of the High Seas, awaiting reports!*
*Contact, this is SRU 55 Reporting! Quadrant 23, northwest city! The liberated slaves have started a revolt and are assaulting United Navy forces. I repeat! The liberated slaves have started a revolt!*
*Guardian, this is SRU 77 Reporting! Quadrant 16, southeast city! The scattered slave markets are burning. The city is currently in chaos as the slaves who had recently been liberated have ambushed our forces in the city!*
*This is SRU 44, situation is dire in the northern port. Requesting reinforcements... They have captured several of our teammates, awaiting further command!*
Chaos consumed the entirety of the southern colony when the slaves liberated by the United Navy unexpectedly revolted against them, their liberators. Casualties of SRU were climbing, and it wasn't planning to stop.
*Reports Received! Details have been sent to the Port of Dawn, further orders are standing by.* The UNS Guardian of the High Seas responded to the troubled Special-Response Units. Their response wasn't excellent for those facing the rebels.
Though, one couldn't fault them, this was the first for the United Navy.
"Damnit! These bastards!" Captain Howard of the UNS Guardian of the High Seas slammed his hand on the table with anger seeping into his face. It was the first that he had been angered. But it was understandable, they had just been backstabbed by the ones they had saved.
This would enraged any commander and their patience would take the brunt of their anger.
"Calm yourself, Captain Howard. The intelligence has been sent to the Port of Dawn. Although, it's the weekends, the intelligence officers stationed in the branch office building should be reporting to the fleet admiral at this very moment." One of the intelligence officers aboard his ship uttered.
Hearing the rational words of the intelligence officer, Captain Howard calmed his raging heart and took a deep breath. He turned his gaze towards the intelligence officer and questioned. "How did this happen? Are our intelligence capabilities so bad, we didn't see their revolt a mile away?"
The intelligence officer sighed and glanced at the screens monitoring the situation in various cities. "This was beyond our expectations, Captain Howard. It seems that we have lowered our guard against these slaves."
"But why? Aren't the SRU beastfolks anyway? Why would they be assaulting their fellow kind?" Captain Howard asked as it didn't make sense to him. The situation outside the UNS Guardian of the High Seas was extremely irrational.
"Perhaps, it may be because the SRU were beastfolks. They have considered the United Navy as easier targets compared to the colonist. They have mistaken our mercy as a weakness." The intelligence officer furrowed his eyebrows with a glint of coldness flashing over them.
The foolish actions of these cowards have affected the future operations between the United Navy and the slaves. Things would become troublesome and complicated. Just because of these bad apples.
"So, they consider us as easier targets, huh? I didn't think that it would be so simple." Captain Howard was a bit doubtful, so the intelligence officer clarified. "The despair of the colonist have penetrated deep into their very hearts. They don't have the courage to fight against their owners."
"But against a new force that's merciful towards them? They would receive the courage they never had and would be consume by it. They have become lost in their madness."
Before the intelligence officer could continue, a communication operator suddenly cried out from his seat. "Sir, a response from the Port of Dawn has been received! The Fleet Admiral has ordered for active suppression. Reinforcements will be sent from the fleet."
"You have been given full reigns over the situation, Captain Howard. The UNS Ceaseless Skies and the UNS Wayward Son, with the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Battalion of the United Army will be assisting the fleet of the south in its endeavors."
When Howard heard the words of the communication operator. He understood that he had been given a test by the fleet admiral. And he must not fail him no matter what.
"Contact all Special-Response Units, send them the active-suppression order!" Captain Howard ordered to his communication operators, who immediately relayed the order to every UN force standing on the southern colony.
...
Meanwhile, in the capital city of the southern colony, Austerus. The flames of battle consumed the buildings, devastating the landscape of the capital. Colonists, slaves, and special-response units were fighting against one another.
On top of the central castle, SRU 88 was managing the wretched situation of the capital. The movements of the slaves were problematic. They were completely avoiding the colonists while ambushing UN forces in the capital.
*This is the UNS Guardian of the High Seas. Further orders from the Fleet Admiral has been received.* The beastfolk communication operator of the 88 had received a message from the top. It appears that new orders had emerged.
*The Fleet Admiral has given a complete active-suppression order over the southern island. The Special-Response Unit has been given authority to actively deal with the rebels. They no longer have the protection of the UN war convention, as these rebels have become actual terrorists.*
*Deal with them as you may. Complete the order no matter the cost!*
Hearing the words from the top, the commander of the SRU 88 realized the seriousness of their situation. He glanced at the chaos below the central castle and sighed. "I didn't expect that we would be fighting our fellow beastfolks so soon."
"There's nothing we can do about it. They have chosen their path. They have become an obstacle for the United Navy." The second-in-command remarked while coldly staring at the devastation below them.
"And you know how we deal with the obstacles of the United Navy. Regardless if they were beastfolks or not." He glanced at his commander, who shook his head in disappointment.
"Obstacles of the United Navy must be crushed." The commander of the SRU 88 uttered and glanced at the communication operator. "With the active-suppression order out, we have declared war against the terrorists."
"There is no need to hold back. Give all of our men an order. Destroy all of the terrorists inside the capital. Leave nothing behind." The orders of the commander was troublesome. They were practically terminating each and every rebels in the city.
But it wasn't the job of the communication operator to doubt the orders given by the commander of a unit. "Affirmative, commander. Sending orders to all of our personnel."
Without hesitation, the communication operator sent the orders of the commander. There was no going back now. They could only move forward.
On the other hand, somewhere in the streets of the capital, a group of SRU beastfolks were fighting against the rebels trying to arrest them. Despite their accumulated injuries, they weren't given the orders to hurt slaves. So, they must hold back.
But the following orders from the commander had shocked them. An active-suppression order was out. War has been declared against the rebels of the southern colony. There was no need for them to hold back. It was time to consider these rebels as an actual militant force.
"There's no need to hesitate. Begin counter-offensive!" The squad leader declared, grabbing the attention of his men. They held their rifles tightly and raised it with fervor. "We must not fail the United Navy and the Fleet Admiral! Show them what happens when they try to stab us in the back!"
""URRAHHH!!!""
At this very moment, hesitation had faded from their mind. And it wasn't only them. Squads scattered throughout the capital city of the southern colony were now beginning their counter-attack.
The assaulting slaves who expected their enemies to keep acting like turtles were faced with the obvious truth. They had awakened the monsters of the United Navy. A monster that would do anything to complete the mission that had been given to it.
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
*BBRRRRRrrrttttt!* *Bang!*
"Take care of these colonists bastards! And don't give the rebels time to call for reinforcements." One of the SRU Beastfolks roared while pulling the trigger, mowing down a group of rebels in the streets. They were outnumbered, but with superior armament, they had a chance.
...
As the bloodshed in the southern colony grew stronger, the Port of Dawn was preparing its reinforcing army to be sent to the chaotic south. The UNS Ceaseless Skies had already began its voyage to the south.
On the other hand, the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Battalions were boarding their respective transport vehicles. Some were transported via AC-130 while most boarded the UNS Wayward Son. Armored and mechanical equipment were also transported through the Sealift Ship.
As the soldiers of the United Army boarded the UNS Wayward Son, the lieutenant colonels of respective battalions give their personal speech to their subordinates.
"The United Army has finally left the island of Crescere, aiding the United Navy and the Fleet Admiral in their expansion into the farther seas. We will be sent to the chaotic land of the south. Rebels have sprung up, using our mercy against us."
"Many of our fellow beastfolk colleagues have met their end against these terrorists. As such, they must pay the price for what they have done. The United Army will trample the land of those that dares to harm the people of the United Navy."
"The United Army will see through their end!"
All the soldiers lined up and listening to the speech of the lieutenant colonels immediately raised their arms, giving a salute. They were ready for war, ready for the battlefield.
It was finally time for the United Army to join the battle.