OOC: Just let me know if this first post needs less closure. Oh, and the corsairs aren't meant to represent a power, only as a hostile power to everybody, kinda like the Somali Pirates.
September 1st, 1943
0600 Hours Standard Time
4 years ago, 4 years since it had started. The war was in its zenith, ravaging countless lands as the Meriar Commonwealth Pushed across the ocean to lay waste to the world. Who would’ve thought, that 4 years had elapsed since the first Commonwealth Soldiers advanced upon Salamandastron, how the legendary mountain was captured along with the rest of the coast, or that the expedition north had resulted in this bloody of a war.
Yes, Mossflower had withstood the attacks, gradually building her air power and navy to one that was second-to-none. “The people of Mossflower had proved it again, that even though we have battered them into submission they will not give up. Something special is in that country, the determination and bravery that defines the word legendary.” This had come from their opponent, Korvasius Meriar, whom, instead of launching a full-scale invasion of the country, diverted his troops north, where, near the small town of Blackriver, they were decisively defeated. From there in September 1942 the army had conducted a fighting withdrawel back to the mountain.
Little of that mattered to Captain Ignis Rwercia of the 21st infantry division right now. His troops mostly dead, he and a handful of survivors were pinned down hear the summit of Skull rock, on the corsair stronghold of Blackpoint. Jutting out of the sea like an obsidian skyscraper, Blackpoint housed a large air base with enough firepower to reduce a city to ashes. Once, almost a century previous, it and another island in the arpeggio had once been strongholds of Gabool the Wild, before his death. A handful of the once 20 odd buildings were still here on the island, but in the battle that had been raging for almost a week, all but one were destroyed.
Looking up to the sky, Ignis cringed as a flight of Dive-bombers began their descent on the top of the island. The distinctive “Gull Wing” Configuration of the SBD Dauntless bomber, most of whom belonged to the Corsair forces now encircling his troops on the mountain top. “I want two on the east slope, three on the west, and one to the south. Me and the other two, we’re going to the north. Now move!” Ignis barked out additional orders to his squad right as the bombs hit. The foxes, their faces covered in dirt and blood, ash and smoke, were blown apart in the resulting onslaught. Only three of his men survived the first wave.
“Sir, what are we going to do? There’s a full compliment of Corsair troops moving up on the south ridge, and more coming from the north.”
Ignis looked around ten years older as the bodies of the, no his dead troops lay in front of him, their charred bodies smoking as the dive-bombers circled back over for another attack. Ignis turned to his men. “Men, we have nothing to do. We’re surrounded and with hardly any ammo. My hope, no, my prayer is that we get out of here, but that’s just not possible. Let’s just say that our families will be hearing of us pretty soon.” Ignis looked back up at the sky as another wave of bombers closed in on the top. Suddenly one of the bombers exploded in flames, veering off to the south as it’s crew jettisoned out in time. Another hit, another downed plane. Ignis looked down the jagged rocks to the sight of friendly units advancing on the mountainside.