Remnant Viking

Chapter 33: Operation Blood Letter: Bandit Camp

*Night of Day One of Operation Blood Letter*

*Bandit Camp*

*3rd Person Pov*

The camp was bustling with activity. The ruins of what was once the Branwen Tribe have been restored by its new residents. Residents that wear Grimm Masks. Though many of the souls going about their night didn't wear masks. They wore dark robes with a melting skull on the back. Some more vibrant than others. Crimson is doing recon above the camp. Observing the next batch of victims. He was tempted to simply start the assault, but something was telling him to reign in his bloodlust. He was perplexed by this, but it would be wise to find out what's going on. We can always kill them afterwards. He gets on the comms with Broadside. Never jump in without a plan. No matter how tempted you are.

Crimson: "Broadside. How does it look from the ground. I'm counting roughly hundred people so far. Might by more."

Broadside: "I'm seeing White Fang. No clue who these skulls are. They look like they are forced yet not at the same time."

Crimson: "What? Explain."

Broadside: "I'm seeing a bit of a brawl right now between the two. Looks like they barely stand each other."

Crimson: "I doubt these 'Skulls' are going to up and join us. Get your Grunts ready. This is the final night these scums are gonna see."

Broadside: "Hold on...."

Crimson was slightly annoyed. He hasn't killed White Fang in a while. He always felt that he is doing the world good when he kills them. The thought makes him think of a certain cat. He is about to give up on what to do about her when Broadside radios back.

Broadside: "Looks like a small group of bullheads and a freighter are coming by tomorrow at noonish. Think it's best to take them all out and not piecemeal Chief."

Crimson: "Who got that intel?"

Broadside: "Me of course. I'm one sneaky bastard when I need to be."

Crimson: "Make camp then. I'll do one quick recon of the area. Chief Out."

Crimson cuts the comms. Hati has been running quiet ever since he began his recon. Even now as his Viking cuts through the clouds, Hati only emits a quiet growl that barely rises above the wind. Her pilot is always concern about her new tendencies. One day he is gonna have to get into her and see what's going on. He refocuses on his task and makes sure the area is clear besides the camp. Once he was satisfied, he joins his Grunts for a quick rest before tomorrow's battle. One must rest when they can. Never know if the next one is your last.

*Morning*

*Herald Transport Sanctified Carnage*

Crimson: "Any word on how the others are doing?"

Grunt Comm Officer: "Wind Path is burning and that's all we know sir!"

Crimson: "Surprised that Haganbasa isn't the same. I know that Kuchinashi is gonna take a few days."

Broadside: "They must be planning something special for Haganbasa. Storm is probably taking the Cherries into account."

Grunt: "They got this far at least! Not as bad as the last batch!"

Grunt 2: "What's our plan?"

Broadside: "We'll surround the camp and attack once Chief takes out those transports."

Crimson: "It won't take long. I'll be in with you boys for the party. Try to keep as many of these "Skulls" alive if you can. I want to know what's going on here."