Isiah looked around, seeing the men and women begin to flow off of their landing crafts. It was far more peaceful than it was one hour before, where Isiah stepped off of his. It was a hellish scene. Even for someone used to the environment, the fact that there was little he could do to fire back at the opposition. Some aimlessly fired in the general direction of the MG-Emplacements that the Wrea Federation had left to defend the coast, but they weren't any match. Isiah spent most of it sitting behind what was left of a tank trap, occasionally taking photos and darting between cover to ensure everyone was alright. He himself wouldn't have lasted much longer if it weren't for the Behemoth and the Sky-Navy. He didn't think anyone would have.

	Slipping out of his trance, Isiah began to wander along the beaches. It reminded him of a familiar scene, one from another photographer's work. It captured the great coastal defense that the Navy made early into the war. The Gersan Forces weren't the first to attempt a beach assault, the only difference was that Isiah's side were the ones who actually managed to get on the beach. The entire Flagship for the Capital Navy partook in the defense, proving its worth and ability every second after the other. It was a glorious victory for the Gersa Coalition, but it hadn't gone unnoticed. Since then, only four major Naval battles occurred, three of those in fact were won by the Gersa Coalition. It was true what they said. They controlled the sea. The Federation controlled the sky. No one controlled the land. It was a bloody stalemate. That's why Isiah and the 65th were here. To make some kind of difference...It seemed impossible.

	Isiah continued to plod heavily across the beach, his uniform already sandier than the newly-landed individuals. He moved up closely, spotting a smaller individual talking to the older few in the same division. They looked at him, and he listened in. 19, Officer's son...He'd heard that story a lot back on the Western Front. It was a story that stuck with him, seeing as most able bodies were like that. In fact, it was a specific man he remembered from training.

[b][color=Silver]"Well, Michael..."[/color][/b] He began to follow him once he lifted a box up. [color=silver][b]"Enjoy the boat trip? I sure as hell didn't enjoy mine...You probably had guessed that..."[/b][/color]

	The two continued to walk down the beach, Isiah helped directing him where he had to go. It was straightforward, but the constant flow of man, woman and machine being deployed on the beach made for a very difficult movement plan. They had to dart, in and out, past everything that was rolling towards the coastal wall of the hillside, where the Federation defenses were earlier. He clapped his hands together, and let his weapon fall into the support of its sling.

[b][color=Silver]"Officer's son? Wow...I didn't know that. Would've thought you'd be in Officer Schools like Burlok by now...The conscription get to you first, or were you planning on sitting the war out? Either way...I think it's best if we get any man, woman or kid old enough to defend our lands...Providing the Feds don't kill them first. So...Where you from, again, Michael? Forgot during the trip here...Y'know...Spent most of the time sat behind cover being shot at only an hour ago. Hard to keep track."[/color][/b]

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