This chapter was shorter than usual due to me being busy with other things apologies.

"We are going to keep bombing you. Get smart and overthrow the king." One of the many GOC leaflets dropped on Sadera during operation rolling thunder.

Falmart. GOI HQ. December 27th. 1 AEE.

Based on the reports I had to go through which were a ton. Fuck my life. Narna had fallen late on the 25th and the imperial army had advanced quicker than expected. Though the push on Narna was so far the only real imperial success. We had bogged down other armies at multiple fire bases set up.

I had already arranged a meeting between me and the leader of the GRU P for our plans to retake the city. Of course it wouldn't be complete without my secret weapon. I was currently trying to reform some more GOIs when I had the time and had managed to scrounge up some former CIA, US military, and pentagon officials to reform the Pentagram.

Like the GRU P they would serve on the front lines but while the GRU P were shock troopers the pentagram would be the guys in-charge of breaking the imperial army. The Pentagram was well know for its Psychopathic individuals and why not fight fire with fire.

The empire was full of psychopaths and I could easily call Molt one. I assigned the newly formed pentagram with the task of breaking Molt mentally a task they were more than willing to do. I also gave them free rein over the anomalous mental agents the GOC had.

One of these mental agents, a fear toxin sorts had been developed by the pentagram during its existence before the foundation's war on humanity, he wanted to drop into the imperial senate.

The fear toxin when it did wear off still left its victims suffering from paranoia, lack of sleep, rebelliousness, mania, and occasional mental breakdowns. If this was dropped on the imperial senate he could send both a message and permanently incapacitated one of the main imperial government bodies in one swift stroke.

The Pentagram would also be allowed to run the concentration camps for the imperial soldiers and nobles they captured. He also planned for the pentagram to research ways to make anomalous propaganda.

I walked into the meeting room. Newly appointed Director Mat Scott of the Pentagram, Boris Medved of GRU P, Chairman Mehdi of ORIA, and agent Ulysses of the UIU. This was a little council he formed without the consent of the church of the insurgency, not that he cared they could go to hell.

"So on the first order of business welcome to the pacification council Director Matt Scott of the newly formed Pentagram. While this council is fairly new as you can all see, I mainly talk about how to pacify the threats to humanity and the threats in Falmart." the other leaders nodded.

"So I assume you read my request to drop the fear toxin into the imperial senate." Said Matt curiously and grinning wickedly. "Yes and you have full permission to carry out the operation during operation rolling thunder." Clark said.

"Now on the topic of Narna. When do you think you can have the available units to retake the city." Clark asked, looking at Boris. "Most likely by 3 pm at the latest." Said Boris. "Good, good. Now I'll be handing control of the concentration camps we are establishing to the pentagram." I said calmly.

"Any limitations to what we can do to the prisoners." Asked Matt curiously. "No as long as you don't kill them instantly or do something that makes them not be able to work in the factories." Clark said coldly. "Sounds good. You won't regret allowing us to handle the concentration camps." Said Matt grinning.

"Matt, I already know I won't regret it." I said . "Meeting dismissed." I then said as we walked out.

Overall I think the meeting went well though my personal life and mental state continued to deteriorate. I guess I was too hopeful that being with Uriel would change things. On further inspection I've begun to question if I truly love her or if it's just a misplaced attachment created out of the need to vent and for emotional support.

She acts like this is more a friend with benefits in relationships which hurts me but then again I may not truly love her so I'm not any better.

I sighed as I walked down the hallways of the HQ. The anti depressants have begun to fail me as well. The nightmares haven't disappeared.

I wonder if I would have gotten better if I just remained Uriel's friend and the empire didn't attack.

Falmart. Paradise Airfield. December 27th. 1 AEE.

"Reaper 1 ready for take off." High command asked. "This is Reaper 1. I'm ready to take off." Said Jackson.

The go was then given and Jackson took off. His F-16 flew away past the many clouds and he looked down and could see the outlines of small villages. He saw just several feet away more F-16 and an A-10 flying with him.

Their target was Sadera, the capital of the empire. He had been tasked with dropping the cylinder with the fear toxin on the imperial senate the A-10 would lay waste to the city itself for a good few minutes while the other F-16 would fire their missiles at the walls of Sadera itself to weaken its defenses.

After 40 minutes of flying the city came into view. The imperial palace in all its glory stood out. The imperial palace was the only building not to be targeted since Clark wanted Molt alive for some reason.

Probably to take him prisoner for interrogation Jackson thought. The A-10 began its campaign of terror. He watched as it indiscriminately fired on civilian homes with its machine guns and then swooped in firing missiles at military barracks.

His fellow F-16 destroyed the entire northern walls as they shredded it with missiles and then fired their remaining missiles into the city itself joining the A-10 in its campaign of terror.

We didn't try to take the ballistas or archers firing on us from the second wall that surrounded the inner city. They couldn't do much anyways.

He flew above the imperial senate. Several Wyverns riders tried to stop him but the A-10 made quick work of them.

Showtime he thought.

Jackson dropped the cylinder directly on the senate building just as some senators began to try to flee it. Within seconds the cylinder smashed through the building's roof and then he could see an orange gas soon coming out of the building.

The gas had released quicker than he expected but he could only try to imagine what was going on in there.

Falmart. Sadera. December 27th. 665 imperial time.

It was worthless to Longus to try to destroy the metal birds. They were too high for him with his bow. He could just watch as they laid waste to his people's beautiful capital.

Entire house collapsed and people were buried alive. The outer walls had been torn down like they were nothing by the metal birds spears of light. He collapsed to his knees watching the carnage unfold.

The birds after a few minutes left like nothing had happened. The capitals outer district was in ruins and a strange orange gas floated out of the imperial senate.

He and several imperial legionaries rushed to the imperial senate to make sure the senators were ok. Several mages also joined them. The mages blessed them so they would be protected from whatever the gas did when they entered.

They found inside the senate the senators ripping each other the pieces others had killed themselves. Several were crying in corners screaming of unspeakable horrors. By Emory what had happened.

He and his fellow legionaries tried to pull the senators ripping each other apart away but they simply lunged at them like animals trying to kill the Legionaries with their bare hands.

Half of the senate was killed that day. He could only be thankful the mages had blessed him and his comrades or they would have turned into the beast that the senators had become.

Those metal birds soon returned and dropped several small papers on the city urging us to kill the king and to surrender or the attacks would continue.

Such blasphemy.

Sure we had been hit hard but our legions were still deep in their territory. Who were they to make demands?

All he needed to do was be patient. The empire had faced tough times before. All they needed to do was wither the storm before they achieved victory right.

Falmart. GOIs HQ. December 27th. 1 AEE.

Rolling thunder even though it had just begun had already seen large success. The Senate had been bombed with the fear toxin a large portion of the outer city of Sadera had been destroyed and a further 20 sorties had been carried out throughout the empire turning most of its major cities into rubble.

Pentagram had filed a request to further bombing operations using the fear toxin to which I shot down since I wanted the toxin to be used to specifically knock out the nobility, not the people.

The people would be simply broken by the bombings we didn't need to use chemical warfare on them....yet. The 19,000 legionaries that had surrendered to us at hill 3243 were currently being marched to the first concentration camps.

So far camps, Florence, Detroit, Chicago, and Hanoi Hilton had been set up. Each camp could hold up to a maximum of 4,000 prisoners though he personally didn't care if they got crowded. It just gave them an excuse to allow the guards to kill off any trouble makers.

The UIU and GOC intelligence had informed him that an army had come out of the gate. This army had Cold War era gear and resembled the Japanese Self Defense Forces. Interesting to say the least.

They had destroyed some of the imperial vassal states' armies at Alnus hill and it seemed Italica was in their sights. Italica had been spared my wrath since I wanted the GOC to industrialize it when we took it over but this new contender had arrived.

I was curious if the foundation existed in the world those Japanese came from but it seemed unlikely since my intelligence hadn't seen any foundation personnel come out the gate. Still how to initiate first contact.

I pondered over this. I would hold a meeting about this among the GOIs. The battle of Narna was still raging on and there was still that imperial army heading to Dien Bien Phu.

Once Narna was retaken it was only a matter of time before I got my hands on Molt's son Zorzal who had apparently joined up with the survivors of his army's bloody assault on hill 3234 with the army marching to Dien Bien Phu.

I had already formulated a plan to utterly humiliate the prince and the imperial legions.