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(C) by Wanderer, my Penname for now.

This is my try at original Science Fiction. It is very much a work in progress as I have a lot of details to iron out. I'll only consider this complete when Shep gets an orgasm just from reading it.

Brush Wars of the Dektat Federation

Prologue

We always knew that somewhere out there life existed. We never realized that they would need us to fight if they found us.

The Dektat Federation was fighting a five way war against five equal sized Intersolar Governments. It was holding the line until the Borkian Jihadists attacked them. Stretched thin, they only had police units to deal with them and desperately needed more soldiers. So they approached us and another race, the giant rat like Sahilians to provide troops to fight on December 20, 1941.

For the next 40 years the fighting men of Earth would be engaged on no less than 100 planets, moons, asteroids, and space habitats. Losses were appalling, though it was possible to travel with FTL, sending radio messages FTL was impossible and we had to rely on Couriers. This also ensured there were no frontlines and our military thinking had to change. We really had no choice for if we failed their was no stopping the Borkians from attacking Earth.

Even to this day, I still shudder at the horrors and the bravery we saw on those bloodstained worlds till the Dektat Federation was finally able to send its military to end the madness in what has been called The Big One.

Memoirs of General Vahil Sampson, US Army.

Chapter One

August 12, 1942 Rembrant Sector Planet Bnmoplud

Second Lieutenant Vahil Sampson hit the ground as the Borkian Artillery fell around him along with whatever shells that fell short from his own artillery support. Ghyu a Dektat Police Officer who resembled a cross between a squid and cockroach fell on top of him dead. Pierced by a Borkian assault rifle, firing those deadly .75 caliber explosive rounds, from the top of the hill. Around the Lt, his platoon was hitting the dirt along with the Dektat Police as the forest exploded around them.

Clutching his Dektatian issued Assault Rifle, Vahil shouted out to the nearest squad to follow him as he pushed Ghyu's body off him. “Rahhh,” he screamed out more in terror than anything else as he put his weapon to his shoulder and fired in the general direction of the Borkians as he ran for a spot that would provide some cover. For a few precious seconds anyway, as men hit by Borkian bullets literally exploded into red ruin.

Behind him a Stuart Tank took a direct hit from a Borkian 40mm gun into its driver slit and blew up. Behind the tank Borkian artillery airbursted amongst the men and shredded them. Over head the Army Airforce, Luftwaffe, and Dektat Police Fighters fought for aerial supremacy against the Borkian Airforce. Behind him and far away the Battleships Tirpitz, California, and backed up by numerous Cruisers let loose with their guns on Borkian Rear Areas from Lake Tvyu. He truly was a small fry in this gigantic clash of giants.

“All units! Orders are to fall back! The Sahillians have rigged this place to blow in five minutes!,” screamed out from his universal translator inserted into his brain, another of the few weapons given to the Human forces from the Dektat Federation, though this device took a bit of training to use properly.

Lt. Vahil immediately reversed his platoon and fell back in rushes to a protected ridge line 100 meters to the rear, harried all the way by the seven foot tall armored man porcupines known as the Borkians. “They're right on top of us bring it in close!” Lt. Vahil screamed into the Artillery Net as the Borkians came closer in a vast wave, with armor support, shooting from the hip with fixed bayonets and shouting out the names of their Gods Bork, Gsyion, and Fhen as standard bearers wave the Brown Flags of the Jihad.

Turning to face them he gunned down two Borkians before running again dodging bullets and nearly getting splashed a Borkian Tank Shell which had been fuzed to airburst. He passed a burnt out Stuart Tank that even with a Dektation Armor Upgrade was no match for a Borkian Artillery shell. “Faster men, we only got two minutes before the hill blows!” Lt. Vahil screamed.

“Sir, get down!”

Without hestation, Vahil threw himself to the ground to avoid getting stabbed in the back by a Borkian. Seargent Dale wasn't so lucky and was torn apart by a spray of .75cal rounds. Vahil avenged him by empting the last 15 rounds of his mag into the Borkian before running again.

Just in time as the Hill began blowing up and wiping out the Borkian positions.

Chapter 2

Bodies were being stacked on top of each other in the Dektat Hovercraft for transport across the lake. Wounded were put on a Medevac Shuttle. Other Hovercraft and Shuttles brought in reinforcements and received wounded or dead for the return trip.

In the Midst of it all Lt. Vahil was trying to rebuild his platoon back up to establishment strength of 50 men. He was down to ten privates from his old platoon and got 40 privates straight from the training camps. Thus he had to fill out the paperwork to promote the ten survivors to Sergeants just to have NCOs to run his unit.

As if he didn't have enough to do already, GHQ had mandated he have his men ready in four days to reengage the enemy. Field Marshal von Reichenau had a big offensive planned to exploit the gap the Sahillians had torn in the Borkian Lines. Thus he had his portion of the plan to go over on the Data Slate the Dektations had given everyone. Captain Rodriguez had given him a Bunker complex to assault with five T-34s. So he had to meet with the Tank Platoon Commander as well in order to work out their plan of attack.

“Sir Lt. Vasily is here to see you,” Sergeant Franfurt his new secretary told him over the universal translator which did away with a lot of communication due to its broadband wireless capabilities.

“Send him in Sergeant,” he replied as he stood to greet the Soviet Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Pavlov Vasily was 5' 6” tall to Vahil's 5' 10”, thick with muscle compared to Vahil, and had green eyes and vibrant red hair to Vahil's plain brown eyes and black hair. And the moment he came in he set off in a long winded rant on how the Dektats should have burnt the Hitlerite Dogs, praised the brave proletariat of the Dektat Federation and their technological marvels, before switching to talking about a whore he met in Moscow before pulling out his data slate so he could help plan the assault.

“Alright since its five miles to the Jump off position on the day in question we will ride on your tanks to the start line. We will stay behind you as you blast the main bunkers, then we'll move forward and clear the area of mines and mark a trail for you to follow up the hill. Straight forward enough.”

“Yes,” Vasily slammed the table as he did so, “Death to those who threaten the peace loving proletariat of the Dektat Federation, we will smash them and send them to the devil to burn in hell!” With that he pulled out a bottle of Vodka and two shot glasses. “A toast to victory and for Comrade Stalin and Roosevelt.”

Lt. Vahil didn't manage to get his paperwork done till it was midnight.

............................................Four Days Later......................................

His wake up call was the artillery preparation. 64,000 Howitzers ranging from 155mm to 208mm, backed up by 40,000 heavy mortars in the 120mm to 200mm range, and the numerous 16 inch, 14 inch, 11 inch, and 8 inch gunfire.

When Lt. Vahil stumbled out the bunker, he slept in and ran to Lt. Vasily's tanks, the artillery were already moving to avoid the Borkian counter battery fire. He had personally witnessed a Borkian shell change course in mid air and rocket at a Sahillian artillery battery, that hadn't moved in time, airbursted and killed the entire crew of the battery.

When Vahil jumped on Vasily's tank with nine of his men, the Borkian shells came in. His briefing stated the shells were linked into the Borkian data system. Thus when they were fired they updated Borkian target data, selected a target, determined what the target was, then maneuvered to destroy that target with its limited fuel.

“Good Morning Comrade Sampson!” Lt. Vasily shouted at over the din of explosions as Dektat light flak tried to intercept Borkian Shells and as Borkian Shells detonated.

“Call Me Lt. Vahil and Lets Move While The Borkians Are Occupied By Our Artillery!” He shouted back.

“Very Well, It Will Be Three Hours Before We Attack!” Over head the fighters and bomber planes went on the attack.

With three hours to kill he spent that time making sure his weapon was in working condition, checking the sitreps on his data slate, talking to Vasily, and checking the status of his men. When the order to commence advance was given he dismounted from Vasily's tank and followed behind it as he led the way through the Sahillian trench line as the Sahillians themselves cheered them on. He made it a habit not stare at them as number one they were all female, as males were few in their race, and number two six heaving breasts were not something he wanted to see though some of his men no doubt would stare.

Focusing back on the task at hand he ordered his men to pull down their visors on their helmets to activate the filtering system as the Sahillians were lobbing mustard gas and white phosphorus on the bunker complex with their mortars. Army Airforce Fighters flying Dektat issued civilian craft modified for war purposes gave the complex a thorough pasting with an incendiary called napalm. Katyusas farther back in the rear added their own contributions to suppressing the bunker complex. When they were about 500 meters away from the complex Vasily's tank platoon opened fire fire with their main guns. Before the Dektats had given them advanced smart shell, a human tank shell would have been hard pressed to hit a target that far. With smart shells, Vasily's tanks could target a bunker and shoot the shell at it. The shell would see the target, determine where to hit, then decide on the target to penetrate then explode or air burst.

For the bunkers they went through the thin openings and airbursted in the bunker housing killing any Borkian that was in it. The only limitation was the gun's ability to send the shell far out as it could when fired. Try as they could their were limits to what the Dektats could do for human militaries until they had gotten the human tech base up to their standards.

When Lt. Vahil had approached within 100 meters the tanks stopped and his men moved forward cautiously. Looking to his right where the Germans were fighting hard to push back a Borkian counter attack, he hoped they wouldn't run into one themselves. When he looked forward he saw a few Borkians waving Purple Flags of surrender or just holding their arms wide apart to show they were unarmed.

“Just head toward the trench, the Sahillians will take charge of you,” Vahil told them as he moved forward past them.

Behind him Vasily's tanks moved forward. It appeared it would be a good day. When he got to the top of the hill, he informed Captain Rodriguez, the captain in turn informed him to hold his position till the Sahillians relieved him. Then he was to advance with Vasily to hit a Borkian supply dump.

The Sahillians arrived within minutes, and with their arrival Lt. Vahil hopped on Vasily's tank.

Vasily gunned the tank and laughed maniacally while Vahil held on for dear life. Then a Borkian supply convoy blundered into them. Vasily open fire on the lead vehicle, reducing it to debris. The other vehicles scattered as Vahil and his men jumped off the tanks and opened fired with Vasily's tanks on the hapless supply convoy as Borkian troops spilled out of the vehicles and returned fire.

“This is 1-6-C-3 calling for artillery support,” he screamed into the artillery net which took the range and location straight from his helmet's IFF and range finder. Within seconds artillery shells came in and airbursted amongst the Borkians. Then an even more ominous sound came.

A Borkian Tank appeared and blew Vasily's tank apart, then blew the rest of Vasily's platoon away before an artillery shell hit it and blew its turret off. Then Borkian artillery rained on his men and he did his best to find cover.

“This is General Bradley to my Division, hold positions, Sahillians coming to support us. Mas enemy counter attack in progress. “

“No shit” Vahil screamed back along with many others in addition to calling in artillery and air support.

“Here they come!” Sergeant Johnston shouted.

Indeed the Borkians were coming in a vast wave with armor support. Shouldering his rifle, Lt. Vahil open fired along with the survivors of his platoon. A Luftwaffe Bomber in response to his call dropped a stick of bombs on the advancing Borkian Horde before a missile hit him. Even so he manged to eject as his plane went down over the hill.

Vahil prayed he would make through the night. Then everything went black.