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The Lost Patrol The MRA return victorious from their skirmish. From The Perspective Of Our Beloved Agents: It was the 11th of the Sun's Smile, 28 SA. 20 MRA agents prepared themselves for the first skirmish of many, many more to come. Rokossovsky’s first plan was put into motion and Petrovich was put in charge of ensuring its success. Trees were cut, sticks were sharpened, weapons ready. Walls were constructed around New Esbec’s entrance, the location of the bloody battle to come. We, The MRA agents, would hunker down inside our quickly constructed fortress, rigging the exterior with punji sticks and other small barricades. However, we kept one thing a secret, our firebomb stash we brought with us. 20 Bottles would be kept in a crate inside our lovely fortress, 20 bottles to change the course of whatever would occur. The lead RO-Agentea Rokossovsky gave the order, he knew the Ministry of Justice would be enroute. Rokossovsky’s head peaked above the wall as he stood up on a random crate they had brought. His white, slick mask looking down to his men before giving a brief few words of encouragement; "If the ein Ariskiys were here today, I assure you they would be proud of what we have done. They would tell us: ‘Onward Mercatorii! Do not allow the Orenians to hinder us! For the faith, and for the Mercatorii. Onward!’" He would pause to take a well deserved breath in his rapidly changing mind. "My brothers, we stand here today in the name of Godan, In the name of our People, In the name of those we have lost. We stand here to send back the tyrants back to whence they came, back to the Holy See of which we protected when the Pagans took their feeble attempts to take it! Mercatorii, we may be small in numbers, but large in faith. It is an honor to serve with each and every one of you." He finished his makeshift speech to his men, which all in unison exclaimed "Amen." 10 Minutes had passed since the speech, we considered playing some cards yet the Ministry came forward. Garret Darkwood, The Inspector General, on horseback, leading his men to their unevitable doom. He would shout at us to drop our weapons, to surrender in the name of GOD. Heretics we saw, not the men we served with. The Mercatorii refused the option of surrender. Crossbows were prepped, spears were being prepared to be thrown. We drew back our strings and placing bolts in our crossbow’s chambers, taking careful aim at the so called enforcers of justice. The Ministry of Justice agents would begin to flank, take cover, anything they could to withstand the storm to come. 20 Crossbows peered down the open street to New Esbec, 20 Crossbows peered down upon 60 men and women of the Ministry of Justice. And the order was given. "Ministry of Justice, Weapons free!" Shouted Garret Darkwood, aggressively firing first at us to which we fired back. We were smarter, quicker with our bolts. We knew who to aim for and when to do it! Our beloved RO-Agentea's bolts would be thrown into the Inspector General’s chest. As 18 more bolts came raining down on 9 other poor souls protecting their Inspector General they would be incapaciated. All of them. The Inspector General slumped upon his horse, rightfully deserved for the man who lead this suicide charge. Let it be known that the Mercatorii never fired first. Let it be known that all the casualties to come after this assault were led by a man who was so incapable of seeing straight he permitted himself to be shot not once, but twice into his chest. Let it be known to the Holy Orenian Empire that Inspector General Garret Darkwood continued to push his men forwards into the fire of the Mercatorii. Let it be known the Mercatorii never killed a single soul from the Ministry of Justice. 10 Ministry of Justice agents had been decommissioned not even 30 seconds into the battle. We knew this from the pocket watch of Petrovich, which ticked back and forth. After the barrage roughly 10 of us brave Mercatorii ran to the crate, drawing our bottles and lighting them in unison. We waited, letting the fuzes draw out slowly by the lantern. The order was given once more by Rokossovsky and the firebombs were hurled. 10 Ministry of Justice agents appeared to have been burnt alive, only the Ministry of Justice could truly tell if they were. 20 Ministry of Justice Agents had been decommissioned. The Ministry of Justice Leadership faltered as roughly 10 agents withdrew from the battle out of cowardice. The battle raged on, the 20 Mercatorii held on as long as they could before the Ministry’s mass assault had worked. Roughly 10 agents, impossible to count from our behalf, had dropped into our fortress from the nearby hill side. Our only exposed flank, the flank we left open on purpose. They poured in slowly, trickling in like sand from an hourglass. A scuffle began within the walls of the Mercatorii held fortress. Swords, warhammers, bottles, and daggers all clashed against one another; metal on metal, the sounds of battle had finally erupted. We wanted this, we knew we would out combat them if they trickled in our only flank. 3 Mercatorii were incapacitated by now, however over 20 Ministry of Justice agents had been completely decommissioned or worse. It was still impossible to tell as they kept on striving for our demise! The Ministry continued its assault, repeatedly withdrawing and pushing new waves of men into the fortress to their incapacitations. Failing one after another until the well of men dried up. Then he arrived. The RO-Agentea Handia, the drunkard temporary head of all operations, had arrived at the skirmish with a squad of 11 Agents to his side. The 11 brave souls that had arrived proved crucial to our battle, to our cause. These 11 brave men finally would help us finish off the untrained men of the Ministry of Justice. We finally drove back the horde of agents. We drove them back down the mountain, all with nothing but their wounds to speak for themselves. The MRA left victorious from the skirm and left New Esbec with all the resources they intended to liberate from the town, leaving 60 incapacitated Ministry of Justice agents, most in critical condition, some unscathed. They all are lucky for the generosity we contain, for their lives depended on it. The MRA left with another win on their belt and morale high. This will be the first of many to come. All we wanted was a home, all we wanted was peace. Yet the Inspector-General’s warmongering would wind him up in Hospital. Portrait of RO-Agentea "Petrovich" alongside some of his men before the skirmish. Viva la Mercatorii, Erlojuak Mesede Egiten Digu, Mercatore! Ro-Agentea Handia "Waltz" Ro-Agentea "Rokossovsky" Ro-Agentea "Petrovich"