Hells Bells

Holy Land

"The Holy Land is our, not this Federations"

-Assar Imirs, General of the Syrian Federation Army

Originally written in 2022

September 29th, 2025. Golan Heights, The Federation of Israel, Lebanon, And Palestine.

The cold night of the desert sweeps over the Palestinian troops huddling for warmth in hastily dug trenches. A few days before, the Federation of Syria sent this sudo federation an ultimatum to withdraw to previous boundaries and for its dissolution. The Syrians threat wasn't the only one with Jordan and the NCAS also adhering the same belief. Jordan went even as far as calling for complete massacre of the people in the holy land, jews or Arabs none should be spared. Abrir Shanlaw came into power in Jordan after killing any political opponents in a coup back in 2019. The beliefs of Jordans new dictator is what planted the idea of a federation, only militarily in the beginning, but when a newly formed NCAS adopted the same beliefs it turned into a complete federation to create a united front against a new found threat.

The underequipped reactionary force waits for reinforcements while the odds of a Syrian attack increase by the hour. Israeli Merkavas sit in dugouts aiming their cannons out at a contested village 5 miles away which was occupied by a Syrian militant group the day before. Through their sights the tankers see a peculiar sight, old Soviet T-72s start making their way down into the plains. Flares shoot up into the sky illuminating the Israeli and Palestinian defenders, the defenders respond with pinpoint accuracy. Popping the turrets off of the outdated tanks with nothing more than surplus ammunition. Syrian cruise missiles start hitting crucial points behind the line, though this doesn't deter the troops on the front.

A Lebanon armor division reinforces the weary defenders pushing back the Syrians hastily formed assault. Following the crack of dawn an intensive federation air campaign began with naval support from a Turkish Taskforce off the Israeli portion of the coastline. The inadequate air defense gives total air domination to the ad hoc coalition. By the time the sun sets the alliance of Jordan, Syria, and to some extent NCAS fell apart when the incompetence of the Syrian armed forces was put on full display. Turkish supplied insurgents in northern Syria take advantage of the chaos, breaking away and throwing the 2 year old Syrian Federation into yet another civil war. Jordans leader tried to gain the favor of the Federation of Iraq but was quickly shut down in his attempt by the US, who still have a vested interest in Iraq. The NCAS focused its attention back south with a new offensive against the CAC. On the 30th an agreement was reached with the Federation, permanently focusing the NCAS down south in exchange for Iron Dome defense rockets and information on space fleet engines.

( most of the NCAS is against the idea of fighting the Federation of Israel Palestine and Lebanon. Especially when it joined the GDA alongside the NCAS. It really is the member states of Egypt and Libya that yearn for it as their governors are die hard extremists in their sect of Islam and see the Holy Land as rightfully theirs. Though these threats were dealt with if the NCAS wanted to continue membership, thus ending the threat of invasion from the NCAS for good.)

September 30th, 2025. Gods Dimension. Arragon Arem Border.

The cold wind of fall blows across the plains. A small encampment sits on the Arem side of the Olarado on the western coast of the continent. Their job is to hold back any Arragonian attempt to cross south of the Olarado and into Arem, and wait for reinforcements to push them back. Though the Arragonian backed revolt in the neighboring country of Ciol, is pulling all resources to put it down to prevent being surrounded on all sides, leaving the Northern border strained. Many in the encampment aren't too worried about an assault, with the Arragon Republic dealing with unrest and with its vice president and the army being crippled by the plague.

HADDOCK: Lecelia, go fetch some water.

The commanding officer throws an empty water jug towards her, with a stern look across his face.

LECELIA: Yes sir.

She mounts her horse and takes off down a dirt path adjacent to the camp.

In the Arem army, women are not allowed to join unless their family has connections or they're royalty. Because of this many women face harsh discrimination as many of their commanding officers despise them for choosing an unladylike career using their family's name, even though many high ranking male officers did the same. So instead of combat, they are forced to do meaningless tasks behind the line or in faraway outposts. When they actually face combat they suffer heavy casualties, because of their training time being shortened to the bare minimum. Think 1840's mentality.

She dismounts her horse and trudges into the cold water of the Olarado, taking off her helmet and filling it with water to moisten the leather to help keep her scalp cool. She dumps out the water and puts her helmet on. Unholstering her bolt action rifle from her saddle she slings it over her shoulder and grabs the water jug. Trudging back into the river bending down to fill the jug. Doing unhelpful tasks bores the soldier to death. She sets the jug near her horse and sits down on the grass, pulling out a rotten MRE from her pack. To enjoy a mediocre lunch. Taking a swig from her canteen, she can taste a metallic ting to it, probably from the Arragonians siphoning water from the river using pipes. She finishes her MRE and lights a cigarette, laying on her back staring out into the blue sky. Her day dreaming is cut short by a low flying bomber passing over her. She jolts to her feet still staring up as the bombers keep coming. Her gawking keeps her from seeing a horse ride up on the other side of the river.

SILVIA: How's the water!?

The soldier now gawks at the singular bunny eared girl who's holding an Arragonian cavalry pennant. Instead of drawing her rifle she remounts her horse and books it back to the camp. Another horse mounted soldier rides up to Silvia.

HUX: Is it alright to let the scout go?

SILVIA: Either way she won't make a difference.

Smoke billows into the sky in front of them, the calvary trudge through the river being followed up by armored cars and tanks. The invasion of Arem begins with 20 Arragonian divisions crossing the northern border. By the end of the day the screening units would reach the main body of the Olarado that flows through the northern Arem province of Hashir.