Rex
Resident Furry
---Red Ribbon Temporary Headquarters---
-Several hours ago-
The desert winds blew against numerous tents and vehicles. This small outpost was the current base of the reformed Red Ribbon Army, a splinter cell of Red Pants. This day was the organization’s one year anniversary. More importantly, today would be the day the organization made itself known. After one year of conscriptions, traditional recruitment, training, and, to be honest, a healthy dose of espionage and theft, the Red Ribbon Army had swelled in ranks. They were large enough, in fact, to afford to send a large number of troops out and still have enough to defend themselves.
Colonel Stanford Crimson was alone in his tent, planning an assault that would make or break the Red Ribbon. Two 1300 men battalions, 2600 troops. Their target was West City, home of the Capsule Corporation. The headquarters of that building would be their new base of operations. They would have West City’s extensive wealth and population at their fingertips. Not to mention the awesome technological power of Capsule Corporation.
Two majors would be controlling the battalions. Traditionally men of their rank controlled fewer troops, but battalions were normally left to colonels, and being the only one in the army, Crimson couldn’t spare himself, especially seeing as he was the group’s leader. If all went well, there may be a round of promotions. Crimson might even have to give himself one, seeing as his majors were only a pair of ranks below he already was.
Their men wouldn’t be unarmed, of course. Red Ribbon had, through various means, acquired enough Battle Jackets to equip two complete companies of 225 men each. One of their majors would also be going into the battle in his own Battle Jacket, though his comrade, one Major Saffron, had opted against the suit. Each of the battalions also had a company of tanks, operated by a driver and a man on the turret. 450 men ran 225 tanks per battalion. That left 625 men in both battalions operating with just their firearms. It was the best they could manage.
“Corporal Zaffre,” Crimson called.
Near instantly, the polecat was by his side, buttoning his coat and fixing his hat. Crimson could tell the heat got to a number of their soldiers, affecting the animals worse of all. Living in the desert was bad for moral, but it was the only place close to West City that was rarely traversed. With today, they would either capture the city and move in, or fail and flee the area. Either way, this would be one of the last times Crimson would force his men to endure a desert home base.
Crimson offered the polecat an envelope. Inside were his orders. Without a word, the Corporal accepted it, and, as quickly as he had arrived, he was gone again.
---
---Outside West City---
-Present Time-
Major Linus Saffron accepted the letter offered to him by the messenger. Zaffre was Crimson’s personal assistant, if he was here, the message was from the colonel himself. And, reading it over, Saffron had to say, it was quite the order.
“Colonel Crimson wishes for me to lead my men to take the Capsule Corporation’s headquarters?” He said.
“Yes sir,” the polecat replied, “City Hall will be covered by Major Fuchsia. Once the two of you have set up temporary bases, you’ll spread out from there until the entire city belongs to Red Ribbon.”
“And this can be accomplished with only two and a half thousand men?” Saffron asked, handing the paper back to the Corporal.
“Colonel Crimson trusts in your abilities,” Zaffre replied, “Once you’ve gotten the city under some measure of control, the Colonel will lead our comrades into the city himself.”
“You mean once you tell him the city is under control, and he leads the troops here from the desert,” Saffron corrected, “Under forced march, it’ll take a day for everyone to get out here, and that’s not factoring in the time it takes you to get here.”
The major paused for a moment, before sighing. “Fuck it. An order’s and order.” He turned to his gathered soldiers, “Alright men, order’s from HQ. We take Capsule Co., we take West City! Major Fuchsia and his men have no doubt already mobilized. We won’t let him show us up, now will we?”
A chorus of “No, Sir!” resounded from the gathered men.
Saffron smirked, “We march in five minutes, prepare yourselves!”
...
Within half an hour, West City was burning.
-Several hours ago-
The desert winds blew against numerous tents and vehicles. This small outpost was the current base of the reformed Red Ribbon Army, a splinter cell of Red Pants. This day was the organization’s one year anniversary. More importantly, today would be the day the organization made itself known. After one year of conscriptions, traditional recruitment, training, and, to be honest, a healthy dose of espionage and theft, the Red Ribbon Army had swelled in ranks. They were large enough, in fact, to afford to send a large number of troops out and still have enough to defend themselves.
Colonel Stanford Crimson was alone in his tent, planning an assault that would make or break the Red Ribbon. Two 1300 men battalions, 2600 troops. Their target was West City, home of the Capsule Corporation. The headquarters of that building would be their new base of operations. They would have West City’s extensive wealth and population at their fingertips. Not to mention the awesome technological power of Capsule Corporation.
Two majors would be controlling the battalions. Traditionally men of their rank controlled fewer troops, but battalions were normally left to colonels, and being the only one in the army, Crimson couldn’t spare himself, especially seeing as he was the group’s leader. If all went well, there may be a round of promotions. Crimson might even have to give himself one, seeing as his majors were only a pair of ranks below he already was.
Their men wouldn’t be unarmed, of course. Red Ribbon had, through various means, acquired enough Battle Jackets to equip two complete companies of 225 men each. One of their majors would also be going into the battle in his own Battle Jacket, though his comrade, one Major Saffron, had opted against the suit. Each of the battalions also had a company of tanks, operated by a driver and a man on the turret. 450 men ran 225 tanks per battalion. That left 625 men in both battalions operating with just their firearms. It was the best they could manage.
“Corporal Zaffre,” Crimson called.
Near instantly, the polecat was by his side, buttoning his coat and fixing his hat. Crimson could tell the heat got to a number of their soldiers, affecting the animals worse of all. Living in the desert was bad for moral, but it was the only place close to West City that was rarely traversed. With today, they would either capture the city and move in, or fail and flee the area. Either way, this would be one of the last times Crimson would force his men to endure a desert home base.
Crimson offered the polecat an envelope. Inside were his orders. Without a word, the Corporal accepted it, and, as quickly as he had arrived, he was gone again.
---
---Outside West City---
-Present Time-
Major Linus Saffron accepted the letter offered to him by the messenger. Zaffre was Crimson’s personal assistant, if he was here, the message was from the colonel himself. And, reading it over, Saffron had to say, it was quite the order.
“Colonel Crimson wishes for me to lead my men to take the Capsule Corporation’s headquarters?” He said.
“Yes sir,” the polecat replied, “City Hall will be covered by Major Fuchsia. Once the two of you have set up temporary bases, you’ll spread out from there until the entire city belongs to Red Ribbon.”
“And this can be accomplished with only two and a half thousand men?” Saffron asked, handing the paper back to the Corporal.
“Colonel Crimson trusts in your abilities,” Zaffre replied, “Once you’ve gotten the city under some measure of control, the Colonel will lead our comrades into the city himself.”
“You mean once you tell him the city is under control, and he leads the troops here from the desert,” Saffron corrected, “Under forced march, it’ll take a day for everyone to get out here, and that’s not factoring in the time it takes you to get here.”
The major paused for a moment, before sighing. “Fuck it. An order’s and order.” He turned to his gathered soldiers, “Alright men, order’s from HQ. We take Capsule Co., we take West City! Major Fuchsia and his men have no doubt already mobilized. We won’t let him show us up, now will we?”
A chorus of “No, Sir!” resounded from the gathered men.
Saffron smirked, “We march in five minutes, prepare yourselves!”
...
Within half an hour, West City was burning.