[centre][hr]
[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170706/4b0a2abf14d5ab7066b4dc0e12d50f68.png[/img]

[hr][/centre]

[color=Silver]	The concepts of war was mind-boggling, heart-aching and soul-tearing to comprehend. For humanity to turn its back against its brothers, holding blade and barrel to one another's throats with the intentions to kill, it made him feel sick in his stomach. And once it started, there was only one way to finish it, especially on such a large global scale. It was why Aleyev was still here, holding his PPSH-41 and holstering several magazines into his chest-webbing. If one wanted to truly end a war on this scale, they needed to kill them opposition. But even then, they would not be killed. If anything, war was now a part of human nature, falling into the categories of evolutionary advancement. He could feel it, every heart-wrenching spit that it rained down upon him. Three decades ago, his uncle, elder brother to his step-father Otto, fought in what was told to be the Great War: The War to end all Wars! Ironic, wasn't it? The ignorance of what the future held for those who thought their sacrifice would change everything. Now Aleyev, generations further down the line of a family-blood he wasn't from, he was still taking arms against the very same nations, thought different in political compass, that sought to destroy them before. He'd heard stories of how the war back then unfolded, being something that everyone was dragged into rather than something the German Reich caused, but that in itself was too hard to believe. For most of those who lived now, all they knew was to fight. All they knew was to take the blood of their oppositions and smear it across the pavements of their homelands, using it to paint a future pathway.

	Once Aleyev's mother came to him, telling him about her father who also fought in the Great War. It was a tale that upset her, yet always inspired her to try and be the best she could in what she believed in. That was how Aleyev saw it too. Despite the differences they had, Aleyev looked up to a Grandfather that had fought for a side his nation was against. Damiez Yanovich, a man of honour and enrichment. A captain to what would be known as the White Guard, he fought the very Soviets that gave Aleyev life and a home. It seemed so strange and surreal that his family line, his true blood, went back as far as to be his nemesis. But it was his concepts that kept both Aleyev and his mother happy. In the Cathedral of Light, within a city once anciently called Tsaritsyn, he fought and died until his breath drew cold and quiet. It was for what they believed in. They died and held out until they either achieved their wishes or were brought to their knees trying. It was that concept that Aleyev admired. As a Russian, it was odd to see a man brought into such an aggressive nation to be against the war he fought within. Leningrad taught him that the Germans were also people, no matter what age or ideology. It was ill-fitting to have to gut the people of the same species as him. But like he thought earlier, the only way to stop violence was to remove the problem and kill it. Then again, war was natural, wasn't it? How could one man stop such violence? Well: at least he could try.

	The walk outside that morning was quite dry and tedious yet filled with moisture in the air. The weather was definitely something new he had to get used to, as the winters of Russia had made him more appreciative of the cold he lived within. Even in Siberia, where forests and wooded areas somewhat similar to where he was heading existed, the snow was always there to keep him company. This unbearable heat would have to become a new adjustment to his campaign. But when rallying to the meeting point, it was time for the final brief before the self-proclaimed Squad 914 were to head out on their first operation. Aleyev had heard the briefing many times before, but there were always last minute changes to listen out for when told. Atop of a large box, a uniformed behemoth of a man stood, barking out orders until his designated experimental squad were there. Aleyev held his holstered experimental pistol close to his knees and was somewhat intrigued to try it out. But the time was only going to tell when that would be said. Besides, he had a briefing to listen to.[/color]

[color=Orange][b]"Comrades, soldiers and veterans of the acclaimed Squad 914,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He began, making them out to be more infamous than they already were.[/color] [color=Orange][b]"Your time to give back to the world has finally began, as to this day [i]Operation: Pale-Wolf[/i] is under its final preparations. You are to be the headway for the mainline infantry and mechanised forces of the Remnant. As discussed, you will be heading on a curved bee-line towards the Irrawaddy River, where you will prepare for an interception within our true objective, the Bagan Temples. To get there, Squad 914, us, will be tasked with securing Matupi, the true town in Burmese lands, and scanning ahead towards securing the main dockyards for the river within Bagan's area. This is your overall goal."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	There were a few strange exchanges of discussion between other Russian soldiers, who were confused as to what this true plan was. Many of them were still keen to fight on the frontlines in Europe, but many of the officers in charge of the project knew that the Indochinese campaign could prove to be more sustainable for testing, seeing if their functionality could work in the extensive war against the Wermacht and their onslaught into Russia. Aleyev was somewhat thankful for being in Burma, even if it didn't make full sense to him on whether or not it was an ideal testing ground. From what he could guess, there was no way that he could face the conventional warfare that the Germans had pressed upon his skull for weeks upon weeks. The Finnish, Spanish and Italians all played their parts in trying to wipe out his homeland, even if the middle participant was more of a player against the United States. Still, it was quite a strange mission. France, the Indians, the British and the Viet-Burmese resistance fighters needed a boost in their system. It was quite an easy target if they thought about it, because Japan's concentration was on trying to maintain the Chinese borders, as well as conduct invasions along the Pacific. After all, Australia and New Zealand were still kicking them with the remnant of the Royal Navy, despite not having any major naval power native to their nation. Still, the officer started to continue his briefing, revealing information that somewhat struck Aleyev dumbfounded.[/color]

[color=Orange][b]"From the Raj air forces, we have already deduced that we are facing garrisons that we were not expecting. Reconnaissance and intelligence reports from Burmese resistance fighters have informed us that we have the presence of Chinese conscripts and volunteers. Regardless of what you may think of them, they are a shoot-to-kill if they so fire upon you. On top of this, reports of armoured Italian columns and garrisoned German-Spaniard regiments have been noted, but not confirmed. Be on a sharp lookout and prepare your equipment. I want to hear of the test results, use your weapons. You're out there to test your equipment for the good of the war, let alone take Burma. Remember your true objective."[/b][/color]