Sharon– United Human Faction- Day 63
Two
weeks of fighting had barely scratched the Chinese Navy. The Faction’s first
assault had allowed them to capture the smaller half of the islands, but since
then guerilla attacks had done little to take the Eastern half of Maui. The
other islands were impenetrable.
Sharon
had remained in Lahaina, far from the brutal combat. She had had her share of
killing, maybe more. A quick check of the Chinese guard’s weapon had revealed
an empty magazine. Even in avenging a civilian death, the idea of killing a
technically unarmed man weighed heavily on her. She had known she would need to
dirty her hands, but she was unprepared for the repercussions of an act of
violence. She kept the man’s dog tags not as trophies, but as reminders of the
pain.
The
fires in the ocean were beginning to dissipate. Sharon had watched the flames
jump from wreckage to wreckage between meetings with her commanders, but this
was the first day she could see them begin to die down. It had an impact on
her, a sort of rekindling of her revolutionary spirit. She knew the cost of
war, but she held tight to the belief that it would bring about change. Like
the Admiral had said on the docks, the war wouldn’t change anything if it
didn’t impact everyone.
The
makeshift command center was empty on the second day of January. Sharon had to
assume the worst, rushing back to her jeep to check on the battlefield. From
the peak of Puu Kukui, she could watch the progress of the Faction’s ground
forces. She expected to pull up her telescope and view the demise of the
Faction’s last ground forces, but her reality was finally better than the
fantasy. Shells rained down on the Chinese line as a force of civilians pushed
them toward the Faction line. It was a massacre. It was victory.
She
turned on her radio to listen in on the combat. The visceral chatter made her
heart pound. They might be able to win Hawaii.
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