The East PacificBoard

Before all the rampage, a squad of marines and tanks have just arrived, serving more as a readying garrison in case diplomacy failed. Towns nearby frontlines, including at Mount Espina, have been fully evacuated to more protected mountains, rural towns and cities both major and minor. This squad deployed armored transport of the San Sierran and Slagenseterian models of BRL-31 Inquisidora Armored Personnel Carriers, which then deployed marines inside for battle. The squad also deployed Main Battle Tanks, some of which seemed to be rushed in production due to war effort, the spot of the frontlines include a temporarily abandoned town with a seemingly calm horde of insects larger than a tiger and camps of soldiers training and resting with the current ceasefire.

By the time of deployment, dozens of well-equipped and organized human grunts the army calls 'marines' walk out of the armored personnel carriers with assault rifles, night-vision goggles and some early suits of exosuits named SAF-1 suits produced by a company named Compañía Cazador, which is also responsible for the famous CESTS technology. As marines walk and march to their positions, one basic infantry soldier is sitting on a fallen thick utility pole and watching a far away bug with the help of a thumb on his sight, he imagines in his head killing that invader even though he is actually holding a light machine gun with the other hand. - "Playing on killing these things in a current ceasefire?" - Asked one of his comrades who just sat beside him, taking a bit of rest from exercise.

He looked at the resting guy. - "This ceasefire is temporary, it will break probably tomorrow or today. Besides, I blame coward politicians for not taking much action and putting effort in diplomacy." - He now holds the LMG with both arms. - "I heard the foreign affairs minister took so much time arguing with one of the leaders of these aliens that call themselves 'The Unity'. Well, seeing that my comrades here were putting up a hard fight and these things barely captured a town, I'd rather watch my homeland being destroyed with a fight than watch it become part of a warmongering union with a wimpy submission. 'Unidad' mi c*lo." - ('Unity' my *ss) It tells that he is a Sierran patriot.

- "If this ceasefire broke today, we would have been ordered in our radio communication by our superiors to -" - A radio frequency static and a loud speaker interrupts him.

 /\/\ Man your battle stations! Ceasefire has stopped! I Repeat! Ceasefire has stopped! All personnel move to your battle stations! Go go go! /\/\ 

- "... Ay m¡erda." - He stands up as fast as he can despite heavy equipment. - "We got to hurry up, these bugs will soon start to attack." -

- "_{The time has come...} Okay! I'll go with you since we're of the same brigade." -

Now, during the mindless rampage of these insects, many soldiers with heavy equipment too near to the frontlines find themselves in trouble, gunshots of assault rifles and light machine guns could be heard along with roars and possible screeches from these exoskeleton monsters. Explosions could be heard as well, since some men fired away shoulder-fired rocket launchers and few tanks have fired armor-piercing rounds in hopes of penetrating insect armor. Reported number of 23 soldiers have already died, while others are rushing to fall back. Behind the dangerous lines, infantrymen are rushing to their battle stations, readying their regular machine guns, Anti-Tank Guided Missiles and sniper rifles, as marine brigades split up to squads to rescue soldiers already fighting and to help them fall back.

Dozens of men call for air support, both of helicopter and fighter jets since war is officially continuing. The sky keeps being dark, as the dawn never shines.

At an airfield, many pilots had to rush to their fighter jets, and when they get on board to pilot them, they are being ready to take off. A pilot in the rank of Professional Private (a San Sierran rank) and by the name of Rafael Ramírez turns his eyes to photos of his wife and children, in the middle between them a bleeding cross representing the Sanguis faith. He sheds a tear in the eye, and says the following in Sanctish (Spanish): - "Los amos a todo, que Dios y Cristus los bendigan. Amén." - Soon, he takes off with his fighter jet, a Cardonian modeled 6th gen Vulcan with some Sierran features.

At the Furens ocean...

As previously stated, many marines have been deployed on ships to help sailors and crewmates being drained of blood and being attacked. They start to charge towards the insides of ships, firing at anything part of the Unity. Ships unoccupied by the wretched monsters then have their minds being communicated in telepathy, but they dismiss it as paranoia, and soon they receive detection of giant serpent-like beings moving towards the fleet tasked to protect Sierran waters in the Furens ocean, it's the damned Leviathan again. Submarines, destroyers and cruisers fire away torpedoes to deal with them.

Back at the mainland, civilians report strange radio signals, and turn them off. A lot of people couldn't sleep at night, as they were thinking of a lot others being evacuated and their homes being destroyed by war. Nonetheless, they have a bit of faith in the army.