Kiltering Mayhem

After a small chat with the other tenants, I am able to get a clear answer about the attitude they showed towards the Felinaid Thaigrin woman.

{Something completely different to what I had estimated}

She is colloquially known as "Nisha The Trickster", apparently, she loves to prank everyone, and the most recurrent one is no other than "Borrowing" the occupied sign of the bathroom to put a show that most of the time ends in her being scolded by the Queen of the Guest House.

However, that is not all, as this "Nisha" has basically a hundred percent win rate against all the tenants in everything they have challenge her until now to try and get back at her.

{Which explains why the Landlady is the only one who deals with her; Everyone else simply are sore losers because they can't handle her or the jokes she makes}

Enjoying a few couple of drinks in company of the Landlady after signing the contract and paying for the year of my future stay, is time to finally end the day by having a good sleep over a soft comfy bed rather than the freezing cold ice or snowy surface of the Northern Front.

•

The chilling breeze crash against my hairy covered face, the temperature in the environment is so low to the point of frosting my thermic combat gear.

{How could the Farioth live in such conditions, not only that, be prosperous enough to wage war on every single frontier they have?!}

My thoughts are the current fuel that fires my stubbornness, keeping me sane in this inhospitable tundra.

The snowstorm only gets stronger and my seemingly inexhaustible stamina is beginning to fail me with the involuntary spasms of my exhausted muscles.

{No, maybe the Farioth are the way they are precisely because they want something better…}

This could have been true if it weren't for an event approximately 205 years ago, just before they began to occupy that gasified Bioweapon, turning everyone except themselves into furious killing machines that cannot differentiate between enemies and comrades.

{Though i have a way of orient such rage towards the Farioth thanks to my still yet to be identified "Ascension Animal Affection"}

The mentioned event was between the Farioth and the Kcrwlmndth Federation, a peaceful meeting, one in which all hostilities were supposed to end, but that was not the most important matter to be attended.

The Kcrwlmndth Federation was willing to offer a large portion of its undeveloped territory to the Farioth, land that had been taken away from the Obsidian Lions nearly 550 years before, decades earlier of the rising age of the "Insane Mad Tyrant" taking control of the nation that is known nowadays by the name of Procterian Protectorate.

This incredible show of mercy and kindness from the Kcrwlmndth Federation was badly seen by every other government on each Nation across the whole world, after all, back in the day, The Global Alliance didn't exist yet.

{The hero of those times was highly respected by the Farioth, and really cherish by others, basically the opposite of my personal situation with the former and i am not interested at all in the latter}

Nevertheless, those actions of the past were somehow misinterpreted as weakness in the eyes of the Farioth, launching an offensive and taking territories adjacent to the lands that the Kcrwlmndth Federation intended to grant them.

The outrageous show of disrespect didn't end there, as the Farioth send the "Manliness" of the great hero claiming that it was unnecessary to pass such disgusting DNA to the next generation.

The outrage in the Kcrwlmndth Federation reach a hype so inconceivable that 10 out of 10 people in the entire world wanted to join the lines of the army despite the fact they didn't belong to the nation, or were them the ones who suffer the humiliation.

And of course, the militar strike that unfolds from the Kcrwlmndth Federation and its allies was so devastating for the Farioth that they lost terrain in all their borders, eventually being formed the Northern Front.

"—Incoming!…"

The scream of our artillery interceptor puts me on alert while "Spirosonic rounds" are fired from the battery cannon of the vehicle behind me.

•

The whistling of warheads falling at high speed can be heard with extreme clarity, which is an oddity.

The Kcrwlmndth Federation, The Procterian Protectorate and The Åwllöûön are the only potencies in the world with such weapons, obviously omitting The Farioth.

{Wake up Trektör!}

The absurd idea in my mind really wakes me up, but that unmistakable whistling sound only intensifies instead of disappear.

{Is for real!, We are under attack!}

Jumping out of the bed i position my right hand towards the window, hastily coveting the frame with a cyan hue of Zöhår, opening it with a harsh pull that brakes the glass.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see something similar happening at Marckza's window.

""—Artillery rounds incoming Trektör/Eslana suit up with your combat gear and prepare for the impacts!.""

{We think alike!, Focus Trektör!, Is not the time for dumb thoughts!}

Pulling my combat suit out of my backpack employing Zöhår, takes me only 5 seconds to destroy my pajamas and get ready, which includes carrying my service rifle on my back, my combat pistol on my right thigh, a backup pistol on my left ankle, and my trustworthy flashlight knife on my waist.

""—Ready!, See you downstairs Eslana/Trektör!.""

Grabbing my backpack with the next step i perform towards the door of my room, results to be the moment in which the whistling reaches its peak before being replaced by the deafening impact of the first strike over the ground.

The crashing noise is absurdly loud, still, there is no detonation; On the other side, this is enough to alert everyone, waking them up from their sleep as more impacts are heard with increase constancy.

"—What is happening?!." is the most mentioned phrase between the tenants before everyone is freeze by the war siren, more specifically that of an ongoing bombing.

{They may not have been in combat, but all nations usually teach classes on how to act in these type of situations}

"—To the basement!."

Scream panicked a woman while a guy mentions the underground parking of the building of apartments crossing the street.

{The Subway or an actual Shelter would be a better option, but i genuinely don't have a clue about such structures being built here on Karantana}

Another whistling approaches with fast pace, and the impact is near enough to shake the Guest House, shattering the glass of the windows and causing a series of screams of fear mixed with pain, most likely from those injured due to the previous salvo.

{But why haven't occur a single explosion}

The uncertainty is getting into my head, and passing by the Landlady doesn't stop my path towards the entrance.

Leaving the Guest House my sight is overwhelmed by incredulity and blatant disbelief.

The sky is being crossed by multiple flying boats that from my position seem small, but their size must be at least of several tens of cubic kilometers.

{For Fecketh sake!, How is that even possible?!}

My lack of understanding is not only due to these strange vehicles floating freely without being affected by the gravity distortion.

Because leaving aside the fact that they are battling each other; They seem to simultaneously facing creatures that rival them in size and many others of a smaller size that also join the fry with abandon.

But none of that is relevant since what is bombarding are not any of of them; As we are being striked with two completely different things.

First, containers that seem to follow a certain equidistant pattern when they impact.

Secondly, weird rocks with a coral colour and sand texture that crash in the ground and get stuck in place as if they were…

—"Incrusted Debris".

The words get out of my mouth on their own, I can't be sure as i never seen one, but this is the impression i obtain of the madness that is unfolding everywhere around me.

—Trektör, why are you going outside!, is dan…

The sentence of the Landlady is trailed off as her eyes contemplate the horror in the dark sky, being illuminated by light beams of different tonalities accompanied by energetic ammunition of unknown nature assaulting the shells and skin of the creatures that reply in kind to those strange vessels.

"—Where in the Fecketh shit is your boyfriend Mazza!, finding someone who looks by your words "Like a Hobo" shouldn't suppose to be difficult, and how can you talk about him like that?!, even if is true… , Now i finally starting to comprehend why you can't "Lift up" the "Moral" of any man even with those excessive "Big bagas of fat" in your chest, I mean, the really well developed muscles you carry in that extra massive body you have.

—He is not my boyfriend!, and it is not the moment to discuss about something so trivial!…

The first voice comes from someone i don't know but i have heard before, and the enchanting annoyed voice of Marckza is completely unmistakable to me.