Prologue
Iraelia 1977
Farhad Kevshah all but threw himself into the still smoking crater, around him it felt like the world was ending, the column he had been traveling with had wandered right into the Killzone and now he was for all he knew the only Astragonian left alive. The tank lay like a great beast with its shell cracked open, the driver's corpse lay slumped on the edge of the turret, black smoke spewed from within and shrouded everything in a sickening haze of petrol and burning flesh and metal.
Farhad bent forwards as a stream of vomit surged from his throat, his heart pounded like hammer blows and he couldn't stop the shaking in his hands. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the Shadaist necklace within, he began to pray, clasping the silver charm with both hands.
'Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war should rise up against me, even then will I be confident' He said trying to still the fear in his voice as he repeated the words like a mantra
Placing the necklace around his neck Farhad reached for his sidearm, the shelling was beginning to abate and that meant only one thing, the Skandan's would soon begin their offensive. Farhad clicked the safety off and readied himself, he had no desire to be taken alive by the godless communists.
It had all been so different months prior, they had marched for the border in clean blue dress uniforms as the crowds had cheered. They had enlisted for the crown princes volunteer force in the thousands, young men and women filled with idealism and Shadaist zeal, they would fight alongside their shadaist brothers in Iraelia and drive back the Skandans.
The reality had been a far cry from that hopeful leaving parade, inexperienced volunteers were ill prepared for the horrors of modern war, the Skandan's meanwhile had been fighting for decades. Now, sitting in a dirty trench with his uniform stained with vomit Farhad knew he would most likely die. The shelling had stopped, silence covered the field for a few tense moments, then the sound of a whistle fille the air its sudden shriek making Farhad jump.
The sound of Skandan soldiers advancing filled the air, boots crashed and men called out war cries as they moved forward. Farhad felt a chill run down his spine as he glanced out from his improvised trench and saw the first figures advance through the smoke. He raised his pistol and prepared to fire, a sound like thunder drowned out all other sounds, the frontline of Skandan infantry vanished in an explosion of fire and screams.
He looked up and saw Iraelian fighter jets screech overhead, behind the rumble of Astragonese tanks caused him to cry out in joy, at that moment they were like the chariots of angels, salvation in the form of 30 tons of metal. A loud voice cut through the din of battle.
'Still alive cousin!? Thank Shadai that your luck hasn't run out!' the voice said in a booming, jovial tone
Kaskaran Valdishah, crown prince of Astragon, was a giant of a man standing well over 6 feet and grasping a machine gun in his muscled arms like it was a child's toy. His bearded grin and wild, mischievous eyes made him instantly recognizable to his men even in the absence of an officers uniform. Farhad, the pampered child of one of Astragon's oldest noble lines knew the man as a cousin.
'Thank Shadai indeed! the others...were...not so lucky' he said in a sorrowful voice
'We shall avenge them cousin, i promise you they did not die in vain' Kaskaran replied a look of sympathy on his face
Kaskaran clapped Farhad on the back, then he did something strange, Kaskaran climbed onto the still burning wreck of Farhad's tank and addressed his men, even as bullets and shells rained around him.
'Brothers and Sisters! today we drive the Skandans back! these godless swine have violated the holy land for too long! Come with me and we shall seize victory! For Astragon! Iraelia! and Shadai!" he roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
The men cheered and pressed their advance, many would die before the battle was over, but the Skandans would be driven back as the prince had declared.
Iraelia 1977
Farhad Kevshah all but threw himself into the still smoking crater, around him it felt like the world was ending, the column he had been traveling with had wandered right into the Killzone and now he was for all he knew the only Astragonian left alive. The tank lay like a great beast with its shell cracked open, the driver's corpse lay slumped on the edge of the turret, black smoke spewed from within and shrouded everything in a sickening haze of petrol and burning flesh and metal.
Farhad bent forwards as a stream of vomit surged from his throat, his heart pounded like hammer blows and he couldn't stop the shaking in his hands. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the Shadaist necklace within, he began to pray, clasping the silver charm with both hands.
'Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war should rise up against me, even then will I be confident' He said trying to still the fear in his voice as he repeated the words like a mantra
Placing the necklace around his neck Farhad reached for his sidearm, the shelling was beginning to abate and that meant only one thing, the Skandan's would soon begin their offensive. Farhad clicked the safety off and readied himself, he had no desire to be taken alive by the godless communists.
It had all been so different months prior, they had marched for the border in clean blue dress uniforms as the crowds had cheered. They had enlisted for the crown princes volunteer force in the thousands, young men and women filled with idealism and Shadaist zeal, they would fight alongside their shadaist brothers in Iraelia and drive back the Skandans.
The reality had been a far cry from that hopeful leaving parade, inexperienced volunteers were ill prepared for the horrors of modern war, the Skandan's meanwhile had been fighting for decades. Now, sitting in a dirty trench with his uniform stained with vomit Farhad knew he would most likely die. The shelling had stopped, silence covered the field for a few tense moments, then the sound of a whistle fille the air its sudden shriek making Farhad jump.
The sound of Skandan soldiers advancing filled the air, boots crashed and men called out war cries as they moved forward. Farhad felt a chill run down his spine as he glanced out from his improvised trench and saw the first figures advance through the smoke. He raised his pistol and prepared to fire, a sound like thunder drowned out all other sounds, the frontline of Skandan infantry vanished in an explosion of fire and screams.
He looked up and saw Iraelian fighter jets screech overhead, behind the rumble of Astragonese tanks caused him to cry out in joy, at that moment they were like the chariots of angels, salvation in the form of 30 tons of metal. A loud voice cut through the din of battle.
'Still alive cousin!? Thank Shadai that your luck hasn't run out!' the voice said in a booming, jovial tone
Kaskaran Valdishah, crown prince of Astragon, was a giant of a man standing well over 6 feet and grasping a machine gun in his muscled arms like it was a child's toy. His bearded grin and wild, mischievous eyes made him instantly recognizable to his men even in the absence of an officers uniform. Farhad, the pampered child of one of Astragon's oldest noble lines knew the man as a cousin.
'Thank Shadai indeed! the others...were...not so lucky' he said in a sorrowful voice
'We shall avenge them cousin, i promise you they did not die in vain' Kaskaran replied a look of sympathy on his face
Kaskaran clapped Farhad on the back, then he did something strange, Kaskaran climbed onto the still burning wreck of Farhad's tank and addressed his men, even as bullets and shells rained around him.
'Brothers and Sisters! today we drive the Skandans back! these godless swine have violated the holy land for too long! Come with me and we shall seize victory! For Astragon! Iraelia! and Shadai!" he roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
The men cheered and pressed their advance, many would die before the battle was over, but the Skandans would be driven back as the prince had declared.
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