Day 22 of Arach Symannon, Year 175 A.T.M / Caleomens (Month 6) 17, 1617 Central Calendar; 01:00 Local Time
HME Operation WHEELHOUSE Task Force (Heretic Fleet) / Righteous Salvation Army
By manipulating their anti-gravity levitators, the three intruding mobile suits descended upon the silenced airbase and landed with surprisingly little impact on the tarmac. Immediately, Hugin's mono-eye sensor flicked across the place with its menacing crimson glow, scanning for active threats. But he found that nothing else moved.
"...Raven 2, Raven 3, secure the perimeter. Disable anything that looks like it can shoot back," the eldest Raven ordered.
"On it."
As he replied, Munin's Geara Doga strode toward the nearest target with deceptive speed.
The base's defenses were still offline due to the crews that were supposed to man them were still incapacitated by the earlier jammer suite's burst. Anti-aircraft guns and surface-to-air missile batteries sat dormant, their barrels and launchers idle. The Magias thus made quick work of them—not with magical energy weapons or explosives, but with brute mechanical force. A massive armored foot crushed a 130 mm air defense gun flat, while Synin tore a SAM launcher from its mounting and crumpled it like tin foil.
Very crude, but this golem-like method of eliminating targets would at least make Zarathostra of the Messiah believe that his resource farm (Empire) was under attack out of nowhere by abnormal golems, the signature weapons of the long-defunct Righteous Salvation Army.
"This feels like vandalism," Synin quipped as she ripped apart another empty emplacement, slammed it to the ground once, and threw it.
"Think of it as aggressive pacifism," Hugin drawled, casually sneaking a peek through the control tower's windows as he passed by.
The enemy soldiers lay strewn across the small airbase unconscious, visible as stationary magical signatures on the sensor.
"Can't kill you without prompt and utter destruction upon our Creator, huh?" the eldest Raven sibling muttered bitterly. "Don't worry, we're creative lot."
These soldiers were vanguards of the Ancient Sorcerous Empire, whom their Creator was already wary of their machinations even since the Second Timeline, back when he was just a student at that timeline's Runepolis Magic Academy.
It was often said that the opposite of love is neither hatred nor contempt, but indifference.
Such was the Annonrial Empire.
A shining example of this world's banality of evil, where people both intelligent and retarded viewed every sentient species besides Winged People as nothing more than insects on a trash heap. No blaring propaganda on the streets was even needed to enforce this belief; it was simply the norm. It was really annoying to Hugin that the Annonrial Empire wasn't some cartoonishly monstrous regime. It would have been easier to fight if it were, but noooo! They have to look so ordinary that their society literally functions in every other way just like any other nation.
These enemy soldiers were the cogs of a genocidal war machine, one that would soon march under the Messiah's banner. Though they would later suffer a crippling defeat at the hands of the summoned nations, that victory merely traded one exterminator for another. Now, in a world that does not need those summonings, Annonrial could not be allowed to retain its power to slaughter without consequence—nor could it be permitted to resurrect its Light-Winged masters.
Humans are fallible, and perhaps this isn't even the optimal approach. There will be someone out there who will sneer and say "Just do this," or "Just do that" like it's as simple as flipping a palm. Some might even call this psychopathic insanity. But in any case, the Annonrial Empire has to be defanged, one way or another.
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