The North PacificBoard

North Vårgbistgard, Grattnordland, Nordetenland

11:45am

"Today, we take back what was once ours! One step at a time! These...disgusting mulattos have been ruining our blood, ruining our culture, and ruining our heritage! We must treat them like the pests they are! Ready, everyone?!" An insurgent leader makes a grand speech.

His mates cheer with their assault rifles in hand.

"Good, good. We start from the north and split into two groups to continue our push forward. Remember that." He says.

...

North Vårgbistgard

"We predict they're north of our current location." Vitkungmitt says. "That means they're already about to start the attack..." Valsaming comments.

"Good. All the more we can pick them off." Eugene replies.

"Submachine gunners, you'll act as the skirmishing force. Draw them out and smoke out once you've baited them into the killzone here." Vitkungmitt orders, pointing to a red circle on his map.

"Riflemen, stay hidden until you see the smoke from our SMG troops." He continues.

"And Eugene, you're the only sniper among us. Perch at that nearby rooftop. Shoot to cripple, not kill." Vitkungmitt nudges Eugene's chest.

"Understood, sir." The operatives salute in unison.

"Good. May the heavens be with us!" Vitkungmitt encourages.

...

"Thank Mamook that we just had another successful hunt this week!" An Inukuungmittut Nalunga father drags a speared seal carcass to a stout wooden table in the front yard. "We still hunt?" His son Nanouk asks. "Yes, it is part of our tradition." His mother Nanurjuk answers, her colorful blue and white woven scarf fluttering in the winter winds.

Several gunshots are heard in the distance. Screams follow, tearing through the peaceful silence. The gunshots and screams quickly start to get louder, and louder.

"Oh no..." Nanurjuk's face warps into an expression of pure terror, her eyes wide and mouth agape.

"We have to go now!" She pleads.

A stray gunshot barely misses her husband.

"Yep! Let's get to the car immediately!" He says.

Nanurjuk and her husbnad rush to their Korolla, with gunshots and grenades raining all around them.

"Let's go, let's go, Adlartok!" She urges.

Adlartok pushes the key into the ignition and turns it...but the car doesn't start. It simply shakes for a bit before stopping.

"Come on, start!" He turns the key again.

And again.

And again.

At this point, there was a score of bloodied corpses around the family.

"Wait, where's our boy Nanouk?" Nanurjuk asks.

"Where did he go?! It's a good thing the car wouldn't start!" The Nalunga couple get out of the car.

"Check around the house. He's probably hiding. Poor boy..." Nanurjuk comments in worry.

...

"We're too late..." Valsaming's heart sinks, her eyes witness to the bloodied streets, littered with corpses. "Better late than never, let's root these vermin out!" One of her operatives say, giving her a little nudge. "Yeah..." She replies, sorrowfully looking to the ground.

"Hey you wankers, we're here to arrest you for hate crime!" Valsaming fires her submachine gun into the air. The distinct, buzzsaw-like noise of it firing caught the attention of everyone, insurgent and national alike.

The insurgents start to gather in a single group.

"For what? Saving your kingdom from these?" An insurgent points to a crying Nalunga boy, clutching a stuffed toy fox.

"Don't be fooled, they're just mutts." He pulls the crying boy by the ear. The boy attempts to dig his heels into the ground to stop him, but it does nothing to slow the insurgent down.

The insurgent presses the barrel of his assault rifle onto the boy's head.

"Go ahead. Shoot." A sick, twisted smile appears on his face.

Suddenly, a single gunshot sounds.

A large sniper round slams into the man's head with pinpoint accuracy, and cuts right through it like a hot knife through butter.

The rest of the insurgents display a mixture of shock, surprise, and fear.

The boy runs back to his parents.

"Mom and Dad!" Nanouk hugs Nanurjuk and Adlartok.

"Uhm, yeah. We have a sniper around. Dare make another move and he's going to blow whatever little brain you have to pieces." Valsaming says.

"Vitkungmitt, I think you can emerge from hiding spots. The insurgents look scared white." She radioes.

Vitkungmitt and the riflemen emerge, carrying Type 19 P assault rifles, pointing them at the insurgents.

"We have to tell The Leader about what happened. Retreat, everyone!" An insurgent orders.

The insurgents start making a run for it.

"Sir, your orders?" Valsaming asks.

"Shoot to cripple. Even though they deserve nothing short of death at this point." Vitkungmitt answers.

A hail of wildly-sprayed gunfire is plunged onto the insurgents. A smattering of holes punch through one man's leg. Another has his shoulder barely holding on to the rest of his body, after getting blasted by a sniper round.

Another man, his arm rendered numb from the sheer amount of ammunition pumped into it. And another, whose kneecaps were completely blown off by Eugene.

It wasn't long till the organized force of insurgents slowed to a disorganized crawl.

"Okay, hands up everyone. That is if you can still lift your arms." Vitkungmitt orders.

A collection of groans is heard.

"Hey, everyone. Are the nationals okay?" Eugene asks, dusting off some sawdust on his cape.

"Loads of people died and many more are injured from what I can see." Vitkungmitt says.

A horrified look creeps onto Eugene's face, but it quickly turns into a furious scowl. He takes off his face mask and helmet.

"Be glad I was merciful to aim at legs and shoulders, otherwise I'd personally hand out your death sentences with this! Don't try to mess around and find out in my kingdom!" Everyone looks at "Eugene" as he scolds the whimpering insurgents.

"Your Majesty?" Valsaming notes in surprise, watching the young king go absolutely ham.

"We all have a duty to do, do we not? Just because I spend mine in the palace doesn't mean I don't get my hands dirty." Pietr casually replies.

"That's understandable. Let's go for now. We could get some intel from these people." Vitkungmitt glares at the rebels.