[center][b][h3] Royal Orleans Orbital Expeditionary Fleet over Duro One - R.O.N. Feu d'âme, [url=https://i.ibb.co/Zm3YdKD/Orleans-Navy-Bretagne-Class-Battleship.jpg]Bretagne-Class Battleship[/url], Maréchal Bournonville's Flagship. [/h3][/b][/center]

[Hider=Summary/Spark Notes - Duro One Conflict] Maréchal de Orleans, Vincent de Bournonville, has taken command of the conflict rapidly continuing to devolve on Duro One. As he is quickly brought up to speed, the depraved forces of President Gray launch a surprise attack upon the orbiting Orleans fleet. Their victory is short lived, as Bournonville retaliates by finally unleashing the fleet to rain fire down upon military installations upon Duro One, knowing that there will be more civilian casualties as a result. 

Elsewhere, an Airborne Brigade is dropped in from orbit to link up with beleaguered foreign national forces struggling to keep rebel forces out of the embassy district of the capital.[/hider] 

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It had happened so quickly, one moment, the ships were there, the next, blinding light and rippling shock waves. Alarms blared throughout the ship, crewmen strapping into their stations as others ran to their own. The hulking, burning wrecks of at least five ships sputtered and splintered apart, their once bright white hulls stained black and crimson. Maréchal de Bournonville hissed through his teeth as he finished placing the receiver back into its cradle as he began barking out orders. The little bastards had finally shown their hand, deranged murders that they were. A Goddess forsaken ground based orbital defense cannon. By the number of shots, it was a complex of guns. Whoever the hell was helping this pissant rebels had deep pockets, and wanted to send a message to the Kingdom of Orleans. "I hear you Ombre, I can't wait to shine the brightest light of the Goddess upon thee." Bournonville whispered aloud, before turning to look towards his crew.

"We've trained for this type of action before. The rebels caught us unaware of their little surprise, too little too late for them. You all know what to do, have faith in your fellow crewmen, in your officers, in your sovereign, and in the Goddess. All ships, weapons free, open fire on enemy ground emplacements. Keep firing until I tell you otherwise." As his words ended, the fury of the Orelans Orbital fleet began to rain down upon Duro One, raining down upon rebel forces who'd thought that they were safe from the divine fury of Maréchal de Bournonville.

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They all screamed downwards to earth, burning hot and bright, moving quicker than many would consider safe. Each drop-boat carried a hundred men; trained veterans and new recruits alike, all members of Le Fantôme du Graal, the elite special forces of Orleans. Their uniforms emblazoned with two special patches the denoted who they were, on their right shoulder, a knight upon a horse holding a sword glowing with radiant holy light, while on their left, a dead knight holding a grail and lance ready for battle once more.
[img]https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/totalwarhammer_gamepedia/c/c6/Wh_dlc07_brt_grail_guardians.png?version=61bed306ab0286a16692a092c4629a5c[/img] [img]https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/totalwarhammer_gamepedia/7/76/Wh_dlc07_brt_grail_reliquae.png?version=48280c541b5cad07c69a4cdc289bd783[/img] They all flew down in unison, a wave of glittering gold and alabaster, hurtling towards the ground as a sign of things to come. Sergent Histoire gripped his rifle tightly, praying quietly to the Goddess as his drop-boat neared the ground. An internal alarm blared, 5,000 meters. It was almost time, with one last deep breath, he clamped down his helmet, sealing himself from the environment, made sure his sword was safely secured to his person, and prepared for what was to come. All he knew, was they were tasked with taking the Embassy district, protect its people at all costs, and know that reinforcements were on the way. 

1,000 meters, the alarm screamed out. In one voice, all members aboard, roared out in unison, "For the Goddess and the Grail!". All men were fanatical in their devotion to the Goddess. They would not surrender, they would not retreat, they would not bring dishonor upon Orleans, their uniform, nor their Goddess. It was win, or die, no other options. *Impact in 3... 2... 1...* A loud explosion would be heard, followed by thirty three more, as the drop-boats made contact with Duro One.

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