Outskirts of Credence Airfield
122nd Parachute Company

Private Jimm Timmlu looked over at his squad members next to him in the foxhole. As if they would have miraculously came back to life. Pomerantsev still had a hole through his throat and corporal Yp's eyes still gazed into the void. Her face was covered by froth, no doubt a result of whatever crap was in those shells. Had the mask failed, or had she taken it for some reason?

All Visa, all Visa: from Visa Yses, friendly artillery, friendly artillery, danger close, danger close.

It was the radio. What did the platoon commander mean? They had already had artillery support from the grenade launcher company throughout the battle, and even from the navy. Timmlu decided it was best to do as he was trained. He slid down the muddy wall and slammed his forehead into the contaminated goo to protect his eyes from shrapnel. Then it occurred to him. It was the 14th Rocket Artillery Battalion. They were finally in range!

Just before the first bursts drowned it out, he could hear that war cry again.

Welcome to hell, Sarin boys!

He soon learned the meaning of 'danger close'. Even though he wasn't on the receiving end, his blood seemed to freeze in sheer dread.

Len Palace, Essela Military Base, near Grovne
Upon receiving the response from the Imperial Frost Army Headquarters, the Supreme Commander immediately ordered the 1st Strike Squadron in Dullivv to mobilise and prepare to ferry to Reizen. He also confirmed to the Frost that he would send Colonel Sohelienn of the Expeditionary Corps' Headquarters to them.

The Supreme Commander smiled mischievously as he though about him. He was a short, florid and quite an old man. He seemed to lack humour, and if a gaze could kill, he would be a mass murderer. But few had his sense of logic. They also said he was the one who had drafted the invasion of Transsuneria, hailed for the success in coordinating the forces of Sedunn and Karnetvor that had been on the brink of war not many years prior, and still rapidly overwhelming Soormann's forces. The Grumpy Pig would do well over there.