Penguins of Anarchy

Nineteen

After freeing the civilians, the Antarctican makeshift army returned to Navigator Isle, taking over a thousand volunteer soldiers native to Leopard Seal Cove with them.  There was sadness in the island city, with so many penguins who had lost their families during the battle for Leopard Seal Cove.  But there was also joy, because everyone knew that if they could take Vile Atoll, there would be little to stop them from taking the main landmass and freeing Antarctica from the Martial Alliance.

"We did it, guys," Drake said as he and the rest of Task Force Anarchy sat in the city square, sipping from soda cans.  "We took Leopard Seal Cove.  I never thought we would get this close to taking back the country."

"None of us did," Ursynz replied.

"Guess there's no stopping us now, huh?" Riker commented.

"Don't speak too soon, PFC," Fragnile said.  "Our last battle is gonna be a whole lot worse.  What you kids did today, that was practice.  Next time, it'll be the real thing."

Dreemo was silent, listening to the others talk.  He knew that even if they somehow managed to take back the continent, it wouldn't be the end.  There would be other countries just like this one that the Martial Alliance would capture.  They hadn't even put a dent in the Martial Alliance's overall force.  The army had billions of followers, but they weren't about to waste all their resources on one snowy continent.

And Dreemo knew that he would have to fight for those other countries too.  He hoped the others would stay by him and fight the rest of the fight with him, even though he knew probably none of them would make it out alive.

The next morning, the rebel army gathered in the city square as a huge projection of a dark blue penguin in military officer's attire hung in the air.  "This is Maj. Zeenash," Drake was saying through a voice amplifier.  "The drones we've captured have managed to locate him on Vile Atoll, the hub island where the MA is launching all of its fleets.  Commander Omniscion has left him in charge of military operations in Antarctica.  We kill him, we throw the Martial Alliance force into chaos.

"The only problem is that Vile Atoll is extremely heavily defended, and the force would seem impenetrable at first glance.  However, with coordination and strength in numbers, I believe we can capture it and force the Martial Alliance to leave Antarctica, our home, forever."

Many of the soldiers cheered at this statement, but the Penguins of Anarchy remained silent.  The chance to take back their home sounded incredibly alluring, but they knew better than anyone else that it would be tougher than any of them could imagine.  "Who would've thought that our troops would be cheering about meeting their deaths?" Klondike growled.

"Don't count them out yet, Sergeant," Felly replied.

"It's not over 'til it's over," Dreemo added.

Klondike sneered.  "Whatever you say, Patriot."

"I know one thing," Sam said: "Not all of us are coming back."

Three days later, the day before the rebel army planned to besiege Vile Atoll, Dreemo heard shouting outside the apartment.  Observing that one of the voices sounded like his uncle, he stepped onto the balcony and found Drake standing below him, arguing with a Navigator Isle soldier.  "We don't have the strength to pull off an attack like that!" the soldier said angrily.

"It's the only way we can take the continent back!" Drake insisted.

"We are going to get every single one of our soldiers killed if we try to lay siege to the main landmass!"