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Part 9: Into Lecelnan Land the NWU Army March

Fiery plumes and black smoke rose into the air as jets flew, dropping bombs and firing missiles at key targets all over the Lecelnan Union. Air defense controllers and gunners had literally zero idea what hit them, being annihilated also by F/A-25 aircraft. Guns blazed silently through their pocket dimension portals, slamming into very unfortunate Lecelnan targets. To the extremely religious and also ignorant of worldly affairs, it seemed that the end times had come.

Missiles kept raining onto targets and military bases with devastating precision and catastrophic power, often leaving smoking shallow craters in their wake. Lecelnan aircraft were completely unable to even take off, being annihilated by the same guns and cannons that their Army counterparts were destroyed by. Some bases' active protection systems were indeed activated by the missiles streaking in, though were barely able to lock on before being blown up themselves.

ADGMB bombs dropped from aircraft detonated along rivers, generating massive explosions and causing the rivers to expand, as ocean water poured in to fill in the gaps. The SSTB ships who were just now arriving sailed straight into these newly expanded rivers, heading towards their designated strategic targets. The plan that was, well, planned the day before, was now being executed successfully, on top of a few other things. 

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"Revolution"

December 7, 542 - 05:50:12

Premier of the Lecelnan Union

Underground Bunker

The Premier of the Lecelnan Union, a man named Johannes Stringsold, is sitting in his bunker in a meeting room and listening to his generals brief him about the situation. "Sir, there are mass protests and riots due to what our former diplomat did--likely under the influence of the CROS--and I'm sure you already know this, mister Premier, but our forces are being annihilated."

The Premier nods to himself solemnly, accepting the reality of the situation, though still trying to find a way to survive it. Mild bursts of sound occur above him as he thinks. "Have we asked the CROS for help? Surely, if they got us into this mess, they would be able to help free us from this ehh-- predicament." He turns to a screen on his right, being a fake window into the outside. Groups of rioters begin throwing Molotov cocktail-analogous thaumaturgic mixtures at buildings, causing them to burn.

They trample the bodies of already-dead megacorporation agents and police officers, who are also full of gunshot wounds. Rioters still continue throwing massive amounts of hazardous flammable material at the buildings, further worsening the existing fire. The mild bursts of sound increased now, growing louder and louder as they talked. "No sir, the CROS have not responded to us. It is also completely certain forced Centrich's hand for some grand plan of theirs."

The Premier spoke, before being interrupted. "I see. In that case--" A blue light emitted from the corner of the room, and a gunshot was heard from the door, causing the general who was just speaking to the Premier to slump onto the table. Lecelnan rebels, under the leadership of Anders, had been somewhat stealthy in clearing the compound, using very old KWSM-76/17A9 rifles supplied by the New World Union. The other generals were gunned down before they could bring out their personal rifles, leaving only the Premier. 

Someone seemed to talk to Anders through an earpiece, causing the man to nod. "Get the fuckin' Premier to, uhh, Alpha Point. Loot and burn." Anders told the other rebels who came with him. Two of them grabbed the Premier and held the man to the wall, while he tried to resist. A gunshot was heard as Stringsold fell unconscious, and some rebels left the rooms, carrying duffel bags full of Lecelnan government intel. 

The Premier was essentially grabbed, and a rebel held him over his shoulder, walking out. The rioting crowds were too busy fighting the police and destroying public and private property with their chem-Molotovs, so the rebels were uninterrupted as they ran towards an alley. There was a black van there, identifiable as a CTA-1M3, surrounded by allied New World Union Special Forces units. The Premier was unceremoniously shoved into it, and the van took off, eventually breaking orbit. The rebels themselves ran into manholes and drainage covers, navigating the sewers to find their way home.