Sergeant Major Lach Graf von Wickten sat within the cargo bay of a Ju 390 heavy transport plane. For the past eight hours or so, he and his company had been flying from Cyprus to Anangpur with a single purpose in mind: To capture the False Emperor of the Anangpur Empire. As for the rest of the two battalions' worth of Jaegers, their job was to secure the Capital in an airborne operation.
The battle-worn veteran stared stoically at the red light that was displayed within the aircraft's hangar bay. The moment it turned green, the hatch would open, and he would jump out of the aircraft. It had been many years since he had been an average enlisted soldier, basking in the glory of the Kaiser's repeated victories.
