The Federal Republic of Flashia had been living their day like the other day, when suddenly they found themselves under an alien skies.
Reborn from the ashes of a bloody series of wars, this Federal Republic would have to face the new challenges th...
"This is the 8th Division Command, we're now arriving at Gold, over"
"Two-Seventeen-Actual rogers, pulling our guys out now, transferring command of Gullður garrison to 8th Division, good luck out there, out"
Svarher, Flashia, 22/10/2017 As tanks had began to set off down to the South of the island in the early morning, the transports would stick around for a little while.
"Alright, let's go for a rollcall..." muttered the dismount commander in the AMV "So uh... first off, Kurt?"
"Ja?"
"Vic?"
"I'm here alright..."
"Ronald?"
"Ja"
"Aimo?"
Without saying a word, the Annish just simply raised his hand up then putting it down.
"Heh, classic... Andre?
"What you want...?" the respond came with a tired voice.
"...Okay then, Kristen?"
"Sir"
"Sjur?"
"Ja!"
"Markus- Wait shit that's me..."
With the whole count having been done with a little chuckle from one of their members, the squad leader then reached for his push to talk.
"Kjartan, we're good to go now"
"Acknowledged" replied the commander of the armor "Moving now, sit tight and relax for the time being"
And right after that, the AMV would gradually pick up speed, moving forward and starting their journey out of Gullður and to a warmer place.
"Man I gonna miss the town..."
"What do you mean? We've only been here for a few days or so..."
"I dunno man... Aimo, what do you think?"
Aimo quietly shrugs.
...
A line of the Pansartransporter K's would pass through a sign leading up to the town Gullður in the Far North. And almost immediately, a main battle tank is seen heading their way out.
"Jörgen, you alright?" asked an infantryman standing on top, just behind the turret.
"I'm fine" replied the other one standing next to him as the first tank goes past them "Don't worry about me"
