The Guvmari Isles and Straight Intervention 601

 For a full hour they flew into the air of this "exotic" multi-terrain world the IGC recently discovered. One squadron of fourteen pilots flew their speeders. Squadron Leader Aibus MacAod kept trying to shake the tearful sounds of the mass pipes and drums his entire world of clansmen played upon his departure. He was selected among his brethren and peoples of his world to fly with the elites of the IGC this particular planet. All over the span of a few systems and one galaxy they fought the Order of the Beast, the Chaotic Surprise, and the Imperialist Gantronese Empire that expanded. Their presence was not clear on this one world. Five of his own squad members were born on a space station. Two came from the same moon, three came from the same system. As for the rest, they were royals, and nobles from different planets. One in particular had a dispute with his "brother". Amonis was his nickname. His story involves him becoming a Prince through adoption despite his lowborn-slave status. 

Amonis left only to return demanding his people to be freed after discovering the truth. Here he was with thirteen others flying on a mission. The only way his brother would free his people was that he flew on this mission then came back. Everyone thought that was a crazy and figured he was a nutcase. Aibus checked with his thirteen pilots to make sure they were all in. One of them was listening to music. Fighter Pilot Jessek Armene from the Moon of Ponteros had a bad habit of listening to some music. He always had something playing into his ear. Aibus had not time for that. He switched the shared inner com for the music to be shared with the whole squadron. It was a tactic used to embarrass aviators, and pilots alike in order to get them back in line. Emut the former caretaker of some motel guffawed. One time he had his number and enjoyed messing with him acting like a woman just to troll. Naginee started laughing out loud giving off the witch impression. Leah the Egg Girl from a college on an isolated continent tried to keep it together. As for the rest of them, Sveni, Finnsley, Barrow, Petricus, Magridusa, Tissin, Olladi, Runkins, and Lessien Hyles kept quiet until they could not hold it in. 

"Quiet, dammit, quiet! SHUT UP!" He commanded then everything was quiet. 

 "Good! I want all squad mates to form up on my wings" Aibus urged for his squadron to follow orders. 

"This here is the Guvmari Isles. It trails off from the peninsula you can make out in the distance." He informed them. 

"All we have to do is flying around and see what locals there are on this planet. Do not engage them in any way. If we do land just pray there is someone like Agovis or Nunjimi to pick us up." 

"What about the music he listened to? That was too bizarre and weird." one of them protested still on the musical subject. 

"Can it! Then you will just have to listen and enjoy it while your in your own little cockpits! Now keep your eyes peeled!" MacAod demanded from the squadron. 

They kept flying past the Guvmari islands and towards a large landmass up ahead. He squinted his eyes eyeing what he thought looked familiar. Forming up were thirty-one large ships shaped like thick daggers. From the sides flew smaller craft he thought looked like talons. Scores of these talon shaped fighters swarmed up on them. With little to no time to react all fourteen were taken down. Aibus prayed they would land in the ocean safely and be picked up by locals or by an ally. Relying on both of these ideas he let his craft crash into the water, which only knocked him out. MacAod woke up in a cell wet from the ocean. He did not know if he was in enemy hands or those of the enemy's clutches. Down the hall a door opened revealing daylight was still present. He had some hope of relief until several figures who look just like him came up to his cell. Two shorter ones, a Prince, and another figure clad in what appeared to be a pirate's black long coat from some other era fashioning a goatee. The others appeared to be a Champion-Knight, some Field Marshall, and a Crusader in gray armor. 

Flag of Oramatra(Under Gantronese Control)

 

One of the many city-states that emerged in the Unknown Lands, Oramatra made itself open to trade. Like the cities along the coast this city prospered due to trade. Yet it still remains mysterious to the rest of the world. That is mainly due to its location along the uncivilized continent. From the time the Gantronese swept over their continent to the years of circa 1843-1845 of Erna's Age, Oramatra was under Imperial Gantronese rule. 

Intervention 557 on Sanyth, Oturn

Enius the Elf Platoon Leader slapped the young cocky Cadet O'Legadus for inappropriately touching a female staff hired to help clean their ships. It had been a week since the last incident, and that one involved a half Orc grunt trooper and one of the kitchen staff. Discipline had to be restored from time to time. Enius proceeded with his own measures for restoring discipline, beating his ass into the floor. This little son of an elf Sorceress had little arcane powers in him. His family was one of many wealthy and powerful houses, which explained the arrogance. He decided to teach this boy a lesson in manners and discipline. After all they did not need his piloting skills at the moment. O'Legadus was done with the usual patrols, and Enius was going to another planet with his platoon of 26.

Their mission was to land on an archipelago somewhere along the coasts of a kingdom known as Sanyth. Sanyth was somewhere on the planet known as Oturn. There were more islands than continental land masses on this one planet making the ocean cover more of Oturn's mass. Their sources informed them of more than fifteen thousand platforms scattered all over the planet. None of these were made by the natives as the planet sadly had not sentient beings. Only wildlife, and marine life lived on this world. Enius had to take his platoon and seize a large platform near the archipelago. His platoon of 26 Elves loaded themselves on the gunship that was to take them down to the surface of Oturn. Once he was on the gunship the pilots charged up the engines and slowly lifted up from the loading platform. On board each cruiser of the IGC are two platforms, a loading platform and a landing platform. Their gunship launched from the loading one with only elite commandos as the cargo and nothing else save for extra weapons and ammo. 

From his seat Platoon Leader Enius had a window to look out from. Outside he saw those red fleshy octopus space leeches that lingered around. One of the nasty creatures latched itself on the gunship. If any got inside any sentient being that was not an animal were blood sack smoothies to them.  Blood consumers like the Epheropods of Galaxy 4 were distant cousins to these Cephalovampirus that were going extinct. He smiled when the engine thrusts came on. The bloodsucking creature did not last very long as the gunship sped towards Oturn. Enius watched Oturn grow in size as the gunship approached the planet. As they entered the atmosphere the gunship rocked upon entry. It took several minutes for them to reach the calmer skies. 

Their pilots did not hesitate to turn leftward to the very part of this archipelago they were supposed to land on. Enius spotted hundreds of these strange platforms dotting the archipelago of islands and islets. His only thoughts were on the mission of seizing one of these, and whether the CSO were here or someone else. At this time the IGC or Inner Galactic Coalition were in full conflict with the Chaotic Surprise Oligarchy, Order of the Beast, and a semi conflict with two other expanding empires. Drawing closer to the intended target made him nervous for some reason. He had a platoon of elites and no other back up until the main invasion force had assembled. As for knowledge of these natives not much was known other than trade, and culture. Oturn was divided into twelve or fifteen kingdoms that often fought among each other. 

Whatever the borders of the Sanyth Kingdom were he could tell from this height. Squinting his eyes he saw people walking about on the islands and around the platform they were to land on. Shaped liked a goblet this metallic structure stood at 47 stories tall. Dusk was approaching fast on this part of Oturn. His platoon's gunship went down to land. Landing when the enemy can see was never a good sign. This time the enemy appeared oblivious to this. Enius had his platoon prepare to show no mercy unless the hostile surrendered. Touching down the platoon jumped off the gunship. Enius was the last to jump and land on the top of this platform. Finding the door on the roof was no problem as they found a short tower that led to the interior. His platoon stormed the structure gunning down everything in their path. Zero platoon member stopped or even pondered as they progressed through the structure. Making their way down to each level made it feel like they were going underground. Enius shot every few floors as his platoon kept moving and missing the ones who hid from them. Non stop moving brought them to the bottom in twenty minutes of killing 114 hostiles inside this platform. 

Outside the structure they were met with the night sky and cowering thralls and captives forced to be on this island. He looked up at the night sky searching for a glimpse of the main invasion fleet. None of the ships could really be seen at night. The stars were out making it harder to see the lights of the ships unless they were moving. Platoon Leader Enius fired a flare gun in the night sky. His platoon unit watched it go up then burst into a red orange flare. Signalling the invasion fleet was their only hope of getting back to HQ as the gunship flew back to home base. In moments their entire invasion fleet appeared with enough fire power to take on an armada.