Journal of the 106th #6

>In our bones, we knew the war was almost over.
>Remnant held its breath, waiting to see which side would make the final daring move.
>As fortune would have it, Atlas moved first.
>After the General informed the Haven Council that General Smith and the Opp leaders were hiding on Vacuo, Commander Kobi gathered an army large enough to capture three continents.
>When the orders reached the 106th, our morale soared.
>For better or worse, this would be the beginning of the end.
>We piled as many men into a half dozen Cardinal-Class Cruisers as we could, and soon were underway.
>Our invasion force quickly arrived, but we held just out of range while Kobi went ahead to make sure that the Opp General was there.
>When the order came in, we quickly boarded the nearest Atleasian Toucan-130 and readied ourselves for the final fight.
>If we won this, we'd win the Color Wars.
>Losing this battle would lose us the majority of our fight force, and we'd be crushed in an instant.
>So we prepared ourselves to win, no matter the cost.
>As the doors of the ship opened, we stepped out into what can only be described as hell.
>The Color Nazi's were dug in well, and the majority of men that had landed before us were already down.
>My squad quickly got off the ship and secured a downed pillar for cover.
>We had hardly made it when a rocket came out of no where, blowing up our drop ship.
>We ducked behind our pillar as fire and debris rained down on us.
>Not everyone was lucky enough to survive.
>Then again, maybe they were the lucky ones.
>When the dust cleared, we started returning fire, lobbing grenades, anything to make some progress and extend our hold on Vacuo's capital.
>The fighting continued for what seemed like days, but was only a couple hours.
>We managed to press the Opps' back and capture an entire block.
>Fighting building to building, we slowly cleared them out and rescued what civilians we could.
>Every now and then, one would try using one as a hostage to escape.
>Every time, their cowardice made my blood boil.
>Luckily, the 106th had the highest accuracy in the sims of any regiment in Atlas's history.
>Not a single civilian was killed by our hands.
>Eventually, we managed to hook up with Commander Kobi's brigade just long enough to see him fighting with General Smith.
>The Opp General used a bizarre fighting style, wielding a sword in each hand, as well as with his mouth and even stranger, with his leg.
>The man was like a whirling dervish of blades, but some how, Kobi was able to not only hold him off, but beat him.
>We weren't around to see the end of the fight, so I can't say how it happened, but goddamn if that wasn't the best news of this war.
>After pressing the Nazi's out of the city, we managed to regroup and prepare to liberate the rest of Vacuo.
>But without their strategic genius, their hopes for winning this war were all but dashed.
>With the death of General Smith at the hands of Commander Kobi, the Vacuo raid had broken the back of the Oppressionists.
>Under normal circumstances, it would have been a time for celebration.
>But our next orders put paid to those thoughts.