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 * Navigating the town of Illusio is proving to be a challenge... maneuvering around (and sometimes quickly pushing through) the first few lines of soldiers was hard enough... but then there's the matter of traversing streets full of people hellbent on getting in the way. Eventually there's no choice but to push through as best they can... the lead tank begins plowing through the masses. They won't necessarily be ran over--not going that fast--but they'll just be shoved along. The convoy pulls their line together tightly, in order to prevent anything blocking off another part.*

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 * It's absolute chaos along the various roadways of the Empire of Steel. The outlying towns have already begun evacuations and a great migration North. Civillians and supplys begin their journey, seeking to take shelter behind the Steel Wall--one of the largest stretches of trenches, concrete bunkers, and all manner of big-guns ever known. Families grab what they can and pile into trucks, cars, and even the ocassional wagon. Smoke rises in the distance--the forced actions of a variety of farmers... scorched earth is nothing new, but there was still a sobering circumstance--seeing years of work going up in flames... the minor towns dotting the countryside would be more lucky--not destroyed, but abandoned and stripped of equipment and supplies. Once bustling stores will be empty shells. The storehouses's goods will be siphoned either South to the troops or North in preparation of further struggle should the AK manage to cross the Bournes River successfully.

Artillery pieces and various AA guns are placed liberally along the river. The lack of the earlier-promised landship--witheld to be used as a final defense behind the Steel Wall--is somewhat demoralizing...Although fresh troops are definitely a welcome sight. Tens of thousands of steelmen.... although somewhat thinned by spanning the entirety of the Bournes' northern riverbed.

A number of bridges have already been blown, and more are destined for destruction before the day is out. There is to be only one permanent way across--a large bridge near the river's center, leading to the lone bastion of military strength in the South: the city of Holstercia.*

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 * The Emperor of Steel quietly paces up and down the length of his bedchamber... the recent failures and uncertainties have been nerve-wracking... and its not the only various worries and paranoia that occupy his mind... As time has passed, he has remained... yet now he feels a greater tug of exhaustion than usual... perhaps only for lack of rest... yes, of course... And yet, to begin to feel so tired... Not like the dull feeling when it all began... a fading strength... a fading mind... possibly a fading self...*

Nonsense...


 * He glanced at himself in the mirror--the cosmetics did their job well, covering semi-transparence with flesh-like tones and a solid look. Clothes on afterwards, covering himself even more... Although it was painful to look in the mirror everyday and remember that the face was not his, but rather what had been... but no, now is not the time to linger on such thoughts...*

''I have to be strong... strong for this nation... strong for the sake of its people... and strong for the sake of my daughter...''