[ DISPUTED ISLAND, UNISTAN ]
Field Marshall Tomihatu watched the remains of the legion emerge from the from the jungle either wounded, dead, or mentally scarred. He tapped his brown cigar into the wooden ash tray next to him before he rubbed his grey beard. He puffed out a white ring of smoke before he turned to his command section behind him.
"As you may have heard, the cultists have shot down the right mentality from our troops on the island." Tomihatu began. "Their last known location in the jungle was here," he then pointed to a section of the map mainly featuring the island. "As you can see, we can't exactly let the legions storm in. That'd be suicide. So, I propose this; I say we send in bombers loaded with firebombs and blow them to Hell. Once the bombing campaigns are over, we launch a sweep through with the legions to take out any surviving cultist."
"Sir, that's impossible." Piped up a younger colonel. "The island is unclaimed, so it's international territory. We can't just go bombing unclaimed islands!" Tomihatu looked up at the young colonel. "Do you have a better idea, colonel?" She looked down at the digital map as she felt the rest of the command looking at her. "N-no, sir." Tomihatu took the burnt out cigar out of his mouth and tossed it into the steel trashcan in the room. "Alright, then." He said as he straigtened his posture. "Let's get to it, then."
[ ASNS PEROX SUPERCARRIER ]
Tobias walked out onto the runway as maintenance crews and ammunition suppliers detailed the RTX-720 bombers. He reached his bomber, which he nicknamed "황소" (The Bull). As he climbed into the packed cockpit of his bomber, he heard a maintenance man scream over the loud jet engines, "I love the smell of steel and napalm in the mornin'!" Tobias closed the glass lid on the bomber and fiddled with the controlls, bringing his helmet HUD up for action. He then put on the headphones and microphone that let him talk to Naval Command.
"Tobias Magahaki, do you read?" Came a static-y voice from his headphones. He tilted his microphone to his mouth and replied. "I do, NC. Could you give me a rundown?" There was a short pause, before the voice came around. "You'll be flying with the 15th Squadron, consisting of twenty-four RTX-720 bombers and thirty-two ABR-921 fighters. Your target is an unclaimed island currently being fought over by Cthulhu cultists and Atlian-Sonisian Expeditionary forces. Your mission is to strike the jungle forests with your payload."
"And what's the payload?" Tobias asked, fastening the seat harness in the bomber. Again, there was a short pause. "Your payload will be an incendiary-napalm mix bombs, or to put it short, firebombs. You're going to have to go for a carpet bombing approach. Copy?" Tobias stabbed at a keypad, making the main targeting computer turn on. "I copy, NC." He waited for another response. "Good. Head to Runway Two and get ready for launch."
[ KURAKONA BORDER, YASTREOVAKIA ]
Field Marshall Regin was a middle aged man in his late thirties. His steel blue eyes were glued to his desk at a sheet of paper. He looked up at his aid, who was calling for him. "We just received word from Overcommand," she began, out of breath but full of energy. "They have just announced that the Kurakona fleet has mobilized, out and away." Regin smiled. "Excellent. Notify the legions. It's our turn."
Squadrons made of over thirty bombers and fifty fighters soar over Kurakona. AEW&C planes and reconnaissance jets soar ahead of the squadrons taking clear pictures of the ground below. Behind the squadrons are five legions slowly marching their way into Kurakona. Each soldier is wearing a thermal jumpsuit, an early exosuit and large backpack, each coated in a digital snow camoflauge. The rifles they carry are a light grey H14XTE LMG. Behind the legions crawls ZT-417 battle tanks and RT-824 self-propelled artillery pieces, also a digital snow camoflauge. At each small town or village, they evacuate the residents so civilian casualties won't be inflicted.
On the coastline, fleets gather on the southwestern and southeastern sides of Kurakona so no ships could sail in or out of the colony.