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AN UNSUNG WAR:PART 3

Unmasked.

Ocketburst.

The Colonel climbed over the Destroyed Car and onto the Freezing Concrete, Smoke Billowed from the Towns Centre and he guessed Artillery was working its way deep into Eskovarian Lines. His theory was confirmed when he saw a Flash and Explosion smash through a nearby Coffee shop.

He took shelter in an abandoned office building, it seems the civilians had luckily evacuated to a more secure location, and given the brief occupation of Kaffin ended in the deaths of Thousands that was for the best. He hid in a small room with a painting of a mountain behind it, cowering behind the desk as Tanks rolled down the streets, he heard the echoes of Gunfire as Eskovarian and Hunter forces clashed in the streets nearby, explosions occasionally echoing throughout the town.

He quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket, luckily it was waterproof and still worked. He quickly called the General's Number and was relieved when he picked up the phone.

“Colonel?” The General asked, “You’ve been MIA For the past half hour and Eskovarian Forces are falling back across the front, what happened?”

“The Enemy overwhelmed us with superior firepower and what appears to be more advanced weaponry in a quick attack, our forces stood no chance.” The Colonel reported.

“The Hunters appear to be equipped with Very Advanced vehicles, reports of powerful artillery mixed with an unknown model of tanks are coming out of the frontlines as we speak, and I doubt we can hold another day.” The Colonel finished.

“Dear Lord help us.” The General said.

An Explosion echoed through the town, and the colonel remembered how close the enemy was.

“I Must go now, I will try to call you back later.” He said, and the Colonel hung up and bolted through the door to hopefully reach friendly frontlines

BBG-29, E.M.S ‘Thunderchild’, 46 Miles from Craitoria.

The Thunderchild wasn’t alone in her Venture, the Warship had an escort fleet and it was unlikely they would she would ever sail without one. However, almost all of the escort fleet was racing ahead. Thunderchild wasn’t slow, able to make about 32 knots or even 33 knots in good conditions, but the Destroyers and Light Cruisers of the Eskovarian navy were able to make up to 39 knots typically, and were miles ahead. She wouldn’t be able to catch up to them before they got into Gun Range, Missiles…functioned horribly in this windy and freezing weather, Despite Eskovars northern Location missiles simply weren’t built for these conditions

The Only ships near her were the Sandstorm class Destroyers, which were designed for Stealth instead of speed with their shaped hulls giving her the radar cross section of a fishing boat. The Captain had a coat on, as did everyone. As she sailed north the Air seemed to grow colder by the minute, which never was a good thing unless you were in a desert, which would be refreshing he imagined. The Only desert in Eskovar was on the main island, in the center, and it was less of a desert and more of a grassland, but its the closest they had.

“Captain, we are approaching Craitoria, estimating 45 Miles away, other escort ships are around 30 to the coastline.” The Executive officer said, the captain nodded.

“We estimate we will reach the port of Maltae in 6 hours, that's where the enemy fleet seems to have set up a blockade.” The XO told him.

“Good, how much strength does the enemy fleet have?” The Captain asked.

“It's hard to tell, based on information they seem to have mostly smaller vessels, a significant invasion force is already present on the island however.” The XO told him.

“Juicier targets for our guns.” The Captain said, resisting the unprofessional urge to laugh as he stared out at the battleship's massive guns.

“Problem is, the amount of ships…”

Eskovarian Capital of Oured

Oured was an old city turned new. In the 1890s a massive fire ravaged the city, meaning it had to be rebuilt. Rebirth, so they called it, was inevitable in Eskovaran Culture. The Concept of rebirth was that something dead would come back to life. It was not an unknown concept, Rebirth existed in more than one culture. Oured was the city of Rebirth, the proof of concept if you will.

Eskovar had many gods and Demons, Heroes and Villains in its culture and mythologies, and the Demon lord of the Nation was Jormungandr. The World Serpent. Said to wrap around Gojira, the Monster Hero and absorb his life, using it to annihilate the world. There were lots of movies, books and even video games made about the subject. Entire franchises based around the 2 Giant Titans battling. It was an old story, reborn for the modern era.

Now, Eskovar was being suffocated by an enemy that didn’t want to conquer them, but just straight up wanted them gone.

Yet the time when one is in most danger, may be the time in which they are the most dangerous