Hells Bells

2nd Battle of Fort 3

July 7, 2025. Gods Dimension. Arragon Republic. Kiltin, 13 Miles From Fort 3.

The streets are empty and desolate, the buildings full of plague victims have local militia guarding their doors. The ones who did not come down with sickness, hide in their homes. Silvia strides through the streets on her horse. A cloth mask covering her face, choking her every time she coughs. The general slumps forward, tearing the mask off her face as she starts throwing up. A soldier rides up next to her, handing her a canteen and placing their hand on her back. She breathes in deep breaths while placing her hand on the soldier's shoulder. She takes a swig from the canteen and spits the water out along with blood. The canteen drops to the ground and she starts coughing blood. The soldier starts shouting for a medic. The soldier jumps off his horse and helps Silvia to the ground. He puts her arm around him and starts walking to the medical tent all the while yelling for help. The militia look away from the two, with some walking back inside. The soldier starts coughing with specks of blood dripping out of his mask. His coughing gets worse, he trips and takes them both to the ground. Silvia lays on her side, blood still dripping from her mouth. The soldier lifts the general up and rests her on his chest as he tries to sit up. He manages to sit up still cradling the general, but he soon feels his legs going numb. Silvia's breathing becomes more shallow. Her vision starts to become blurry, the only feeling she feels is the rough texture of the soldier's coat and his heart beat slowly becoming more faint. The soldier starts to shout more loudly, more frantically for a medic, but his screams for help are drowned out by a nearby railroad gun opening up with a deafening roar. Rain starts to fall, a medical team loads the general onto a stretcher. Before her consciousness fails, through the rain, wave upon wave of bombers fly overhead. She closes her eyes, her ear focusing in on the sound of the railroad guns unleashing hell.

The bombers unleash their payloads destroying what remains of fort 3. Naval dive bombers follow suit and destroy the surrounding camps. The tanks surge through the prairie, flattening the enemy foot soldiers caught outside the ruins. The bombers above come under fire from unknown aircraft. The lead bomber's front section is destroyed with ferocity. The plane takes a dive crashing into a nearby town. The ground offensive becomes disoriented with a charge from the defenders. The carefully laid out assault becomes a meat grinder. The attackers are forced into close combat, with many of the tanks being swamped over with molotovs and suicide bombers. The offensive falls apart as the local militia, who were guarding the rear, turn on the Arragonians. An encircled group of soldiers make their last stand by a destroyed tank. Instead of being overrun, they are vaporized. More shells from the railroad guns land killing both friend and foe. Fort 3 holds, but the rest of the smaller forts, making up it's layered defenses, however crumble under the Arragonian offensive. Completely cutting the supply lines and encircling the traitorous militia and cultists into the ruined walls of Fort 3. The 2nd battle for Fort 3 concludes as the sun sets beyond the horizon.

July 12, 2025. Taiwan. Azeal Dimension.

2 F-35s scream over the water. The F-35s make a sharp left turn heading out to sea. They gain altitude and separate, leveling out at 20,000 feet.

D1: Dragoon 1 coming upon the unknown bogey.

CONTROL: Copy Dragoon 1.

An unknown aircraft appears in front of them, they fly past and bank around coming up along both sides of it.

D1: 10-4, American military markings on the aircraft, aircraft is still unknown. Copy?

CONTROL: Copy Dragoon 1, describe the aircraft.

D1: The main body looks like that of an F15, while the engine is that of an F35.

The pilot of the unknown aircraft looks at the pilot and flips him the bird. The mysterious aircraft dives down, quickly disappearing from radar.

D1: lost visual, D2 leads us down.

Before the second F35 dives the unknown aircraft flies in between them from above. The unknown pitches up and levels out in front of the bewildered pilots. The aircraft tips its wing to the right once again dipping below the cloud line out of view. The F35s pursue the bogey, coming out of the clouds to an empty skyline.

F35: control, we have lost the bogey.

CONTROL: Copy Dragoon 1, break off pursuit and return to base.

The unknown incursions would continue on almost a daily basis with even signs of unknown naval vessels off the coast of the Empire of Japan, Kingdom of China, and the Republic of Taiwan. The shifting of the otherworld US forces has put the nations of the China sea on edge, or could they be exaggerating?

( The new F56 has a small radar cross section, but that doesn't compare to it's even newer stealth variant used for patrols and deep strike operations. it has the ability to completely disappear from radar. Much like its predecessor the F22, it has the ability to sneak up on enemy aircraft without giving away their presence to radar. It can also show itself to radar, so pilots use its ability to disappear and reappear on radar to set up ambushes to the aircraft dispatched to intercept them. It is standard practice to keep the aircraft off of radar on combat patrols.)