The Pacific Storm Conflict

Oregonian Tragedy - Chapter 7 - New Army

Ch.7 – New Army

After a close escape, Maj. Ilmorapi regrouped at a secure location right on a small tree-covered hill, where it would be hard for enemies to spot them. He sent out a message to all the Alien forces, requesting them to join. By evening, only a few hundred aliens appeared either by foot or by vehicle.

"So... is this all?" Maj. Ilmorapi asked, getting on top of the TV-43, looking at the soldiers.

The men all nodded, all huddling together to be seen by the Major. The survivors were all in a big, disorganized mess. After all, the men were from six separate armies, and they had to work together to survive.

"Ok..." The Major said in English and looked at the aliens. "I'm trying to see what the fuck just happened, and why the humans attacked us... but after thinking of it the whole day... I still don't know why they attacked. They didn't even warn us. But I guess President Conway, General Oliver, and General Petrov have a role in this attack. Those generals are the other guys that lead Solaris."

"They wanted to seize our towns!" A soldier yelled in the crowd.

"No! They wanted our technology!" another soldier cried out.

As things got chaotic, the Major put his foot on the tank's cannon. "All of you, shut up!" The Major screamed. "Whatever the hell happened, I am now the leader of the survivors! I have word that General Quila is KIA and look at my rank. It's Major! I have the highest rank out of all you guys, and you must follow me, and only me!"

"I refuse!" A voice said in the crowd, which made the Major snap his head at the person.

It was a Rappis officer in a dirty officer suit. He had short hair, tan skin and green eyes, but the most notable part of him was the cap he wore. It was a cap that had a golden bar on it, which signified his position in the Rappis Almighty Ground Forces. He was a Colonel.

"Who the heck are you?" The Major glared at the officer.

"Colonel Usynsa Ousib." The Colonel said, staring at the Major.

"You... me... we will talk after this." Maj. Ilmorapi narrowed his eyes.

The Colonel backed off, and the Major looked at the crowd, who were still in their mess. Maj. Ilmorapi didn't like that his forces were disorganized, and he wanted it to change.

"All service troops, go there!" The Major ordered, pointing at a tree 100 meters out.

"Yes, sir!" some soldiers said, walking toward the destination.

"Ok. Bervians, go there." The Major said, pointing to a WFT Mazota that was parked by a tree.

About a hundred soldiers walked towards the vehicle, bumping through each other as they did. "Alright, Sythians, go there." The Major said, pointing at a boulder.

Around fifty soldiers went to the boulder, and the Major looked at the remaining crowd. "Livans, go there." The Major pointed at an equipment cache.

Eighty soldiers went to the cache, and the Major continued his organization. "Analopians." The Major pointed at a Stalker MRAP.

A couple dozen Lizards and Flugias soldiers got to the MRAP, and the Major looked at the Rappis. There was about a company's worth of Rappis, and the Major jumped off the tank and looked at the Colonel.

"You command your own units." The Major said. "Colonel Ousib."

"What... but..." the colonel stuttered.