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[Rimski]

It was the usual for New York, the sky was filled with gray clouds, sunlight has not touched ground in days. Ottoman soldiers were present there , working along Soviets. The Front of the city was filled with layers over layers of protection, while weapons against aircraft were overlooking it. The Soldiers from different nationalities have chatted and exchanged presents they get from home to expirience each others cultures. Few soviets were talking Turkish, while some Ottoman soldiers were talking in Russian. It was just a regular day until a loud siren was heard. The ottomans covered their ears while the Soviet soldiers turned around to the speaker with closed eyes to try and ignore the sound. The siren stopped and a type of russian was spoken through it unrecognizable to the Russian speaking Ottomans. "Comrades, a large catastrophy has happened back at home, a new regime is in power , the people are safe, your families are safe, but you must return. The protection of the people in New York will be now in the hands of the Sultan. Come back to the homeland, the fatherland, the motherland, brothers, the order was issues to return, I repeat. Not a drill, not anything related to April Fools day, ships are arriving and you are meant to board them and put all the supply into them and return. Godspeed comrades." and as the broadcast finished the just turned around and started putting boxes in the first shipps that arrived at the docks while in the fog other ships with two flags were arriving, one soviet, one was unfammiliar to them , but orders are orders. Few of the Ottoman soldiers layed down their guns and helped the Soviets. The packing up took up some time, as the last ships were going in the way of Europe, the soldiers waved back and they yelled "do svidaniya" all together while the turks sat on the edge of the dock with their legs off the side and looked into the distance as ships were traveling away.

Back at home, Istanbul , 0200, the whole Government was in a rush. While the Sultan arrived, he was interrupted by many Diplomats and Advisors walking along his side and telling him what was going on to update him, he was not paying much attention and rushed to a room where the Commander of the NY defence force was present and the Prime Minister.
"What on earth and by the name of Allah is going on? What is so urgent? I just contemplated sleep!" he said and as the sentence was comming closer to end the tone was louder and louder. 
"My lord, New York has been handed to our protection, the Soviets just left with our men being there. The defences are still in tact, a batch of men is being transported and the UNHQ defence system is being constructed directly now, directly on our clay to be precise my lord." came out of the Commanders mouth.
"Yeah... you do that... You will be assigned to be directly in New York, I'll contact the Admiral and send over Naval support. We will bring in Artillery for you and we will relase some of the Navium AA guns and the combined radar machines powered with the same stuff, we will place the large fancy Artillery there we came up with long ago. Razvalas will be placed there as well and I want the men to be elite if I visit New York, coprende? And also, Minister, I'd like you to tell all of the government we are renaming the city, it is a stupid name in my opinion, we don't even have the Old York. It should go by the name of..." he stood there to think about a name for the city, it had to have ties to the ideology and the national overlord of the Ottomans. "Halkın Şehri [People's City]. All of you are free to go now."


Malta 0560
A few merchant ships were going west in the mediterrian , out through gibraltar while they were passing the isles of Malta. The city was left without lights and nobody seemed to be on the walls. The Commander of the ship has gone off the helm and grabbed his binoculars that was hanging next to his coat. He put it around his neck and looked at the island through it. "I see nothing" thought the Captain by himself when gunshots were heard. In a panic he moved the binoculars left and right to spot a light in the vast darkness. As soon as he spotted them in a lower area of it, guns blazed onto the lower parts of the ship. Sound of bullets ricochet off the ships steel was bringing fear into the crew. The Captain hurried towards the Radio. "Crete base, this is B for Bulldog, we are under heavy fire, Location marked on the map. We need defensive ships, no causalities no..." a crewmen was shot right in the head while going up the stairs and blood went all over the wall. "dammit to hell we lost one man. I repeat we need quick defensive measurments and professinal support, we are defensless at the momment." the Commander at a nearby escort fleet has picked up a signal "This is A for Angel, support incomming. Patrol Boats are comming your way." 

Momments later the guns have stopped, the many Patrol Boats surrounded Malta and were ready to retaliate. Hushes were heard from the walls and the attack group was split into two , one at a high place and one at the bottom. The Patrol Boats opened fire and massacared the lower group with screams being heard all over. Then the PT group split into two, one would rush towards the walls on foot while the rest would support the ground team from the boats. "BetaTeam Ready.", said the B-Breaching team "Norman Team Ready.", N-Naval Team said the same. The Captain grabbed the radio and said "I'll be your lookout" and went to his binoculars. From there he could see B Team throw grenades over the walls to divert that protect the fort. N Team started to open fire on the walls of the Fort and to bust open the old gate leading into it. With the Captains navigation , B team eliminated any hostility present in the forts in the manner of seconds. They managed to kill before the enemy even thought about assaulting them. They charged into the tower and climbed up, they raised down the skull and bones flag, and the Captain was transfered to the island by a PT boat. He raised the SoE flag. "It's time to dig chaps, the only friendly causality and it was a bloody volounteer. I will miss that boy, he wasn't even twenty." a B team member said "A tragedy it is sir, we have not known him but we are dammaged by his demise, he did not deserve to end like this and we will honour his death, Come on mates , get your shovels and start digging." Morning arrived and the sun was blazing,  a grave was now the first thing to be seen on Malta by any incomming ship , an overdose on flowers and a flag waving next to it the men stood there and looked at it. "This is a way only few can go out. I hope he is doing good up there." said the Captain and a choir of all mens voices said "Amen". "Let's not prolonge this, we have our duties! Farewell , gents. I'll look into a promotion for you." said the Captain hastely to the rescue team but they stopped him and said "No thanks sir, we are honoured and touched by your offer but if we are somwhere up in the ranks, and some other goons do these kind of jobs, you wouldn't be walking and congratuling us, you'd be under the sea swimming with the fishes or you'd be swimming in your own blood or in your comrades blood. Dismissed."