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Spring Thunder
« on: April 13, 2022, 02:40:20 PM »
Blessed are our unborn children, for they will never know what we have lost.

At the end of 2019, the Neo Quywe Federation strode into the last remaining cities of independent Himeyama like death upon its black horse. Resistance has flickered but not been extinguished, turning from organized military resistance to savage bands of guerillas scurrying about the southern marshes.

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Re: Spring Thunder
« Reply #1 on: April 13, 2022, 03:55:22 PM »
Prologue

November 24th, 2019, 20:06
Masai, Southern Himeyama


Montainous stacks of paperwork and a faint haze of tobacco smoke filled the quiet office of the Masai City Police's Waterfront District, otherwise known as the outskirts of civilization that disappeared into the endless marshlands to the south. For a lack of residents, the Waterfront was usually uneventful. Usually.

A portly, aging man appeared again from one of the side offices, brow gleaming with cold sweat and but a large badge to distinguish his authority to the handful of men chipping away at paperwork on the desks scattered about. All eyes immediately turned to him, though he hesitated to speak. All knew what he was going to say, though he still seemed to be picking his words carefully. He was Captain Go Honma, a superior officer in the Masai City Police for longer than most people cared to remember.

For hours, days now, the north of Masai sang with the chatters of gunfire, the bassy thumps of explosive shells against cold earth and the howling of jet fighters above. In the face of their impending defeat, the final remnants of the Armed Himeyan Republic fought savagely against the ever oncoming forces of the Neo Quywe Federation. All for naught though. Resistance in the city core had broken and the NQF had taken to chasing the survivors into the southern outskirts.

The stout man cleared his throat for everyone else's attention, albeit redundantly. "At 7:30 this evening, the last checkpoint between Waterfront Office and Masai city proper was captured by Neo Quywe Federation forces. It is safe to assume, that they will be arriving at our office to capture it in short order." He looked around. The men scattered about stared back at him with a deathly stillness, to say nothing of the silence. "When they arrive, we ask, for the safety of all staff here today that you do not offer resistance and surrender all weapons to the NQF. That will be all for tonight."

Promptly he turned heel and head back towards his office, stopping momentarily. "Enjoy this silence while it lasts." He murmured solemnly before disappearing inside.
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Re: Spring Thunder
« Reply #2 on: April 13, 2022, 04:50:00 PM »

Prologue, Part Two

Of course, it was hard to 'enjoy' the silent dreadful anticipation that life as they had always know it was about to disappear like ashes upon the wind. The scratching of pencils and clattering of keyboards gave way to muffled sounds of warfare just beyond the horizon and quiet sobbing from the corner office. As the minutes dragged on, Constable Ken Ohmura found himself begging for it to finally end; the hand of fate already dealt, he'd rather not wait to see it. If there were ever a good time to pick up smoking, it would likely be right now.

This terrible silence continued on for nearly an hour, predictably uneventful until finally there was a commotion at the front desk; just out of view of them. Then, a dozen camouflage and balaclava clad men funneled their way into the back offices; the foremost three lazily pointed their rifles among the desks while those behind didn't seem to bother. "Surrender your weapons, do not leave yours seats." The only bare-headed man among the gaggle of soldiers ordered, his accent thick; his blocky, stone-hewn face belying his sharp gaze. He affixed himself on Ken, not having to speak a word to reaffirm his message.

Ken raised his five-shot revolver above his head slowly, eyes stuck on the NQF officer the entire time. Slowly but with a recurrent grace, he swung the cylinder open, giving his pistol a small shake as to let the bullets scatter across the floor. He felt half-tempted to punctuate it with a spit, but felt that his mood was adequately conveyed already.

The officer clicked his tongue in turn, though his face remained unchanged. With one swipe he took the revolver and carried on without looking at Ken twice. The soldiers converged on the captain's office as they collected weapons from Ken's disheartened comrades, most disappearing inside while a handful of those armed with rifles stood watch outside.

Minutes passed and the soldiers soon departed, a terrified looking Captain following them out of the office to see them out. When the last soldier stomped out the front door, the Captain turned back to them; forehead now wholly glazed over with sweat. "Take Tomorrow and Tuesday off, we all have big things to discuss when you come back." He said meekly to his staff. At first simply encouraging them to go home, but soon the Captain was frantically trying to kick the last few policemen out of the office.

Ken spent the next two days wide-eyed and sleepless.
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