[The southern lands of the Volsinii Empire]
[Centurion Sidonius, 5th Maniple, 12th Celeia legion]

Rain and mud that had been the Centurion world for the past few months. Thawing has triggered a monsoon along with flooding from the mountains turning the area into a marsh. But his legion was still sent south to put more pressure on the elven rebels. Sidonius assumed that Imperial high command are getting impatient with how long it was taking the 4th and 7th Celeia legions to crush the revolts. But regardless of the reasoning Sidonius had his orders and the rain was not helping. As here he was trying to get another truck that stuck in the muck out of it. 

"Put your backs into it lads!" He barked to the legionaries as they pushed the truck as its wheels spun fruitlessly trying to find a grip. Each of them were nearly up to there knees in mud. They had spent the last 20 minutes trying to free it. The rain was making a cacophony of noise. With fat droplets pinging on the men and vehicles but over the noise a sharp crack echoed out. Its significant was not realized in till a legionary next of Sidonius dropped dead.

"Sniper!" He shouted as several more cracks echoed from the hills as they rushed for cover. The centurion dove behind a truck he quickly surveyed the scene before him. Several legionaries are dead laying face first in the mud while the rest try to return fire on the snipers. Sidnonius grab one of the nearby legionaries "Were in the name Virmar is our armor!?" yelling at him.

"I don't know sir," the legionary quickly blurted out. 

"Then find them and bring them up here NOW!" He shouted causing the legionary to quickly scamper off to find the tanks. Several minutes later the snipers were cleared out when the tanks pumped a few cannon rounds into the hills. With the snipers dealt with the casualties were treated. The truck was dragged out by a tank leaving Centurion Sidonius to look over the blood stain mud with the rain ever falling.
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[Imperial Place, Volsinii]
[Imperial council chamber]

The room was heavy with the smell of cigar smoke and Volsinii whiskey. In the center of the room was a rectangular table at the head was Emperor Messor Aetius. Around the rest of the table was the member of his triumvirate or the men selected to carry out his will. First to his right was Imperatoris Marcus Tybal commander of the imperial army. Across from him was Procurator Euclio Bruccius who directed the imperial bureaucracy. And at the end of the table was the High Justiciar Virgo Siculus highest judge within the empire. 

"How long do you think the rebels will last for now that the 12th was sent ?" Messor asked nursing his whiskey. 

"Soon. The legions will contain them into a smaller and smaller area. Then we will finished them off." Imperatoris Tybal replied taking a puff from his cigar. 

"Once they are defeated we must focus on rebuilding imperial prestige. Several of the nations near us once submitted to the imperial throne. We shall remind them there oaths they took decades ago." Messor pause to take a deep swing of his whiskey. "Be polite first. But I want military options ready if they do not honor the old treaties. We shall adjourned for now." The three members of the triumvirate bowed before leaving the emperor.