this is a part of a parallel sereis of events that goes on alongside the main story. itll tie in around the end of the book. enjoy, and comment plz!

Master Sergeant John "Kerry" Walden of the Laguz Brigade trudged through the snow of camp Marquisette carrying a "Blanka" .50 cal MG over his shoulder and a matching ammo box in the other hand. The butt of his rifle clicked against his helmet with every step, the new symbol beneath his chevrons shone in the light of the half moon and the dim streetlights around the base. He had just received commendations for his last mission and told that he was up for his Lutienentship. That was good for him, more pay, less danger. But he didn't want to leave his old squad behind; Harris and Carlyle had been with him since the beginning and the three had each gotten Medals of Self-Sacrifice last year when they were injured taking down three WGE "Lightnings" with just a 75mm cannon and their Klinton20 assault rifles. About fourteen or fifteen others had died defending the building they were in from advancing WGE aerial units. Their former squadleader Sgt. Rob Wesley and his brother Kurt included. He missed his old sarge, Wes had taught the rest of them that you win a war by surviving, and taught them how to stay alive...

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walking through the winds of the dying blizzard he could hear the same music coming out of the officer's club as he walked down the supply lane. Did they only have four songs on that ancient MP9 player or something? Always the same bloody music playing, over and over again, never a change. Yet in the enlisted men's bar he almost never heard the same tunes twice. Bizarre, a shame he might never be able to go back to the enlisted men's place, where there was never bad company, and there were few drinks on the menu, but they were all cold- whether they were supposed to be or not. A great place to relax though recently all the men, officers and enlisted- himself included- had been getting nervous. Intel said that the Krimson Rayne had been gathering around the British Plateau area, over 60,000 men and around 12,000 air and groundcraft, including six Titans and the 3,000 man Wild Geese elite force aboard their own Titan the "Nesting Heron". What was the high command thinking? Camp Marquisette should have another three brigades of soldiers at least, and it would need five and a Titan to defend it against a full force attack from the Flash...
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Less than forty miles west of him the commanding officers of the Krimson Rayne's titans the "Nimbofortress" and the "Manticore's Gaze" agreed with John's opinion and were preparing for the full assault that he had feared.
They knew that Camp Marquisette would be necessary for gaining a foothold in the rest of the European Plains. This blizzard had delayed them too long and now, as it waned, they would attack. Under cover of the storm they would be able to close in on the camp before its airfleet could intercept them, or even take off. The "Manticore" would come from the west, straight into the camp to drop in infantry and ground vehicles and the "Nimbofortress" would circle around to the south to prevent any the NOW units reinforcing from or escaping to Jacob's Rockwall.
The "Secret Garden" and the "Talon IV" would be there in a day's time. The Talon had taken heavy damage to the outer armor and its fighters were mostly gone or damaged from a battle around part of the "Air Wall" when a pair of NOW titans had ganged up on it. Now its reactor was functioning at less than 20% and it needed to set down for repairs.
The "garden" was slow simply because it was enormous, even for a titan. At 20,000 feet long and around a mile wide it was nearly twice as big as the second largest titan in the Flash's air fleet, the "Cradle". The garden lived up to its name; it was basically a flying farm. Where most titans had ship bays and turrets, it had plant fields and animal pastures. Unfortunately it didn't originally have much room for protective measures, so it was refitted with extra titan shells on each side which had smallish airbays and some turrets. It was not only the pride of the KR air force, but the lifeblood of their army. To lose the garden was to lose their main source of food for the whole KRAF.

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Spotlights, Tesla Cannons, and tracers filled the night sky, disrupting the falling snow, as dozens of airships from the hulking "Manticore" swooped low, blasting away with Storm Chainguns, Hellhound rockets and the occasional green blur of a Thunderhead Lance. But Camp Marquisette would not go so easily, not while the Laguz brigade still controlled it! Scores of soldiers, ducking down beneath the blazing guns and the flaming bits of debris, rushed towards their positions, manning spotlights and anti-air turrets to fight back against the forces of the Krimson Rayne.
John slid behind a fallen pillar as a Thunderhead blew through the side of the pig-rig he had passed by just moments before. The truck blew in half as the munitions in the back ignited sending shrapnel up into the night sky where it spread into the chaos of the battle. John swore loudly as he ran across the field to join his squad again.
"Kerry! Head down, ya dumbass!" Carlyle yelled, waving from behind some sandbags. Harris blew a hole in an advancing walker with his HOP grenade launcher. Next to him the new guy was shaking as he fumbled to reload his own gun. There were another dozen familiar looking soldiers in the same area, all settling down in defensive positions. A sergeant in their midst saw him and gave the shout for covering fire.
John threw the Blanka to Carlyle as he slid the last few feet to the sandbags.
"Set that shit up now Carl, everyone else try to keep the geese off us!" he ordered turning to the sergeant "What the hell is goin' on here?!"
"It's the KR sir! They got a transport Titan on us! They're dropping tanks and walkers! We think they're mainly targeting the airfield but the barracks are in danger too."
"What you getting' from brass sir?" Harris asked from his place behind the rail.

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Battle Walkers were being dropped by the transport ships and advanced on the camp's outer limits, their stubby legs jerking forward like fat pigeons to bread crumbs, chainguns ripping at the entrenched infantry.
Marquisette's Assault Tanks took up their places where walls had fallen, replacing them as they cut down both infantry and walkers that came too close.
The Marquisette Airfield was bustling with activity, pilots and ground crews racing to get their ships in the air, engines and propellers whirring, munitions and fuel being topped off before they took off, thrusters burning at launchpads as they lifted and scattered to meet the WGE aviators. The mooring lines of gyropters were cast away as the great balloons lifted up into the firestorm, bullets ricocheting off their armored gasbags and gondolas as their rocket batteries prepared to return fire to the "Manticore" and its fighters.
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thats it for now. we get to meet Wil Ventures next time! keep your hopes up!