Tristikov

The Free Hequevar Republic had existed on and off for centuries. It would form, be torn apart by interclan rivalry or external invasion, and then would reassemble again, each time growing slightly stronger and lasting for slightly longer. Being a large island nation it had proven stubbornly resilient and always able to outlast any occupier. That cycle ended tonight. For days, high altitude recon aircraft had been flying over the FHR largely unnoticed, taking high quality photography of defense installations and airfields. On the ground, spies and paid collaborators observed troop movements and identified targets of opportunity. This operation would have to go off without a hitch to avoid what was expected to be a brief but extremely bloody war. The Hequevar were skilled and capable fighters, but they lacked in the discipline department, and that was something that could be exploited if they were caught off guard. The night of a half moon was chosen to start the operation, providing