"I see to it fit to start Operation 1991, and finally put to rest the myth of Russian resilience in the face of adversity. Let that post Soviet state crumble and be the example China should follow."
-President Stokins shortly after the treaty ending the NATO Incident.
Originally Written in 2022
October 2nd, 2025. London, United Kingdom. HF Dimension.
Fireworks explode in the night sky over the jeering city. The festival of federation is being celebrated all over the world, drawing the attention of all. On one of the many sky piercers, a group of people move around on one of the many balconies, but instead of celebration there's silence. A silhouette moves into a crouched position highlighted by the dim light of the penthouse. A small drone is thrown into the air from inside the room, its wings extending upon clearing the door. it flies a little ways before it starts to circle a dockyard. A camera aboard it records groups of men loading and off loading equipment.
ZEAL: The feed is coming in clear, proceed for visual confirmation.
The drone lowers in altitude, focusing in on an old soviet era truck near the entrance.
ZEAL: Beautiful, they're right on time. Eye are you in position?
The camera then focuses on an adjacent building across the harbor, highlighting the second team.
EYE: I have a good view, over.
Zeal walks over to the balcony turning off the dim light shrouding the overwatch in darkness. He crouches down next to the silhouette from before. The figure pays him no mind steadying her rifle. Claire zeroes in on the foremost man switching her safety off.
ODIN: Bogus.
The drone takes a straight dive into one of the many trucks exploding with a ferocious tendency, at the same time the sky becomes bright with the final throes of celebration. Claire pulls the trigger taking the man's head off with grotesque force. Zeal and five others hook up on the balcony rail and throw themselves over the side. They plant their feet on the windows below staring down 20 stories. Slowly climbing to the floor below. Coming upon the window they catch the Russian delegates off guard. Zeal leaps off from the window and uses force in his legs to break the reinforced glass, touching down on the glass-ridden floor. The group goes to secure the delegates, when one of the guards rush into the room opening fire with his kitted out mac 10. Though he hits nothing and gets his torso blown apart by the sniping group across the harbor. Zeal riddles the next guard coming behind the first and clears the room. Another explosion rocks the building with a well placed shot from Claire on the Russians cargo truck, quickly engulfing the yard in smoke.
ZEAL: Odin, targets secured extracting now.
ODIN: Copy, proceed with the extraction, keep those delegates alive.
One of the soldiers opens a portal and drags the Russians through. Claire meets them after repelling down. The portal closes on the scene they caused.
STOKINS: Federation ammunition?
ODINS: The Russians took an assortment of Federation and Omerian equipment after the capture of the Omerians capital. Though their exact numbers remain a mystery, the amount of ammunition bought could have them in the hundreds.
STOKINS: It's the Russians, it's most likely in the dozens, but it's still a threat for future operations if the guns they own are the wrong kind.
ODIN: We located the storage site in Russian occupied Crimea, making possible targets Ukrainian based.
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