Level 475
Citadel 1
Teldus
Makay sector
“Status report?”
“Enemy fleet has taken up orbital positions, Melusine's battlefleet has jumped out without a loss.
All citadels report shields active and holding, weapons primed and Janissaries standing by.”
Freu drums her fingers on the arm of her command dais thoughtfully, Melusine is probably intending to team up with Tia and bring the entire Chamaran fleet to bear on the fleet above. Might be as long as a few days though before that happens and until then...
Freu looks concernedly up at the viewer showing the diffuse estimate based markers for the ships in the cattle fleet above ancestors save us though there's a lot of them. Her concern only deepening as ships detach from that haze of jamming on a trajectory towards the planet surface.
“Intruder vessels incoming citymistress, do we have permission to engage?”
Freu looks at the viewer thoughtfully, so few, they have a fleet that size and send so few.
“Citymistress?”
“You have permission to engage, hold back the defence grid, commit drones and citadel weapons only.”
There's a moment of hesitation then the order is passed on, Freu wondering whether she's right Just a probe to test our strength? Find out where our weapons are?
The concealed ground batteries, rebuilt reminders of the Makayan original defence grid, remain silent and held in reserve as missiles stream up from the shielded citadels. Radar alarms sounding aboard Syndicalist troopships as citadel scanners focus and burn through the jamming, thermonuclear detonations flashing about them as Chamaran missiles seek out targets amidst the vanguard. Air superiority drones converging on the likely point of atmospheric insertion for the Syndicalists and laying in wait.
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-DSFV Virginia Hall, near C-289, Bara, Dominatrixiat space-
The icy sphere of C-289 rapidly shrank into the distance. Comm. traffic shot between the small craft and the station.
“Virginia Hall, this is Control. We read you as free and clear. You are authorized to ignite your primaries.”
“Acknowledged Control…primaries are online, confirm.”
“Confirmed Virginia Hall. Easy listening.”
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Misato Hayase nodded at Sakajiri’s announcement. “All right, our destination is near Godwin’s Hope, in the former Imperial province of Makay.” The navigations specialists began spooling through the astrogation info they had been given on Makay. “Hopefully this goes more smoothly than our last trip.”
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Virginia Hall: Godwin’s Hope, Makay
Sarah Aaronsohn: Moloch
The icy sphere of C-289 rapidly shrank into the distance. Comm. traffic shot between the small craft and the station.
“Virginia Hall, this is Control. We read you as free and clear. You are authorized to ignite your primaries.”
“Acknowledged Control…primaries are online, confirm.”
“Confirmed Virginia Hall. Easy listening.”
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Misato Hayase nodded at Sakajiri’s announcement. “All right, our destination is near Godwin’s Hope, in the former Imperial province of Makay.” The navigations specialists began spooling through the astrogation info they had been given on Makay. “Hopefully this goes more smoothly than our last trip.”
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Virginia Hall: Godwin’s Hope, Makay
Sarah Aaronsohn: Moloch
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It was took only a few moments for the ruse to collapse. The mess of empty small transports and decoy-drones which had made up the initial wave soon fell before the Chamaran attack- but the damage was done. While the Citymistress was wise enough to hold some of her resources in reserve, the counterbattery sensors of the Syndicalist armada had already pinpointed a number of vital targets- air superiority bases, and, most importantly, the citadels.
The Black Banner Fleet was concentrated around the southern hemisphere. The bulk of the planet placed the majority of the planet's defense-guns over the horizon. The targeted region was more lightly populated, with only a few dozen major cities. Their citadels, tracked as the sources of numerous missile launches, were now revealed to the still translunar Syndicalist fleet.
To close to orbit would place the major Syndicalist units in direct range of the southern continental defenses. However, a ship and a citadel presented two very different sorts of targets. A ship was mobile- standard practice for any fleet in a combat zone was to keep ships moving slightly, so as to avoid the dangers presented by long-range ballistic attacks. At ranges of more than a few hundred thousand kilometers, it became impossible to predict with any sort of accuracy where a ship would be when a ballistic weapon arrived on target.
A point on a planet was a different matter entirely. A good computer could compute an accurate strike even from an AU out; merciless physics would see the attack to the end.
It was late afternoon on the southern continent when the bombardment began. The javelins began their journey wrapped in standard shipkiller missile booster hulls, accelerating madly towards the planet below. Outside of orbit, the missiles blossomed, shedding their skins and releasing their deadly cargoes. Long tungsten rods, dead and inert, struck atmosphere above their designated targets at fractional-c velocities. In mere moments, even the streamlined javelins converted from mass to energy due to the obscene forces conjured by the interactions of mass, velocity, and atmospheric friction.
What hit the fortified citadels were not rods of tungsten- the projectiles had vaporized long before they reached the ground. What arrived instead were pillars of plasma, columns of burning atmosphere and diffuse metal particles hurled from above like thunderbolts.
Fifteen citadels were targeted. The cities around them burned, centers flattened instantly, populations reduced precipetously and suddenly. Humans died by the hundreds of thousands, even the millions, evaporated instantly, with many more blinded or cooked alive by the brilliant thermal pulses.
As the dust cleared, fifteen cities on the South Continent were cored, their centers replaced with fiery hells. Fifteen citadels were gone, the masters now indistinguishable from the slaves, con-fused in the glass craters.
Follow-up barrages were striking those defense stations and drone bases which had been detected. Simultaneously, anti-satellite munitions were erupting in orbit, steadily trashing the planet's orbital communications and surveillance infrastructure.
It was not a general bombardment- the targets were military in nature. However, the collateral damage was immense. The firepower necessary to break a citadel offered no other choice. On board the Monarchs and Fascists Fear the Revolution a young comrade-lieutenant broke down in tears at the enormity of his actions.
As reports flooded in to the Chamaran planetary defense co-ordinators, it became clear- the Syndicalists were bombing a hole in the planet's defenses, carving a neat area the size of Australia where they would be faced only with those local defenses which survived the holocaust. It would not take long for the task to be complete.
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Freu just looks on in horror, she didn't really expect this, the citadels were supposed to be safe with their shields of cattle and fields to prevent precision bombardment. Across the hologram of the planet citadel's are having their shields beaten into scorching submission over them and winking out. As in the background a constant stream of reports reminds her just what she's seeing.
“Citadel 45 destroyed.”
“Citadel 17 destroyed.”
“Janissary fortress 17B devastated.”
“Cattle loss estimate exceeds one hundred million.”
Freu snaps round to look at the officer “Tell them that.” she says irritably before returning her gaze back to the view. Only shorter ranged mobile launchers and the subterranean missile silos still showing as alive on the southern defence network after the barrage.
The drones over the southern continent with their bases destroyed start trying to make it north to remaining airbases before their fuel is expended. Flying over the glowing scars and ruins left where once cities stood, the citadel umbrella shield in its final moments having bought time for the chamarans at the price of the surrounding metropolis before being overwhelmed. The destroyed citadels, too large for even these attacks to entirely destroy stand, leaning and tilted gutted and burning with great rents torn down their sides, as gravemarkers over the cities.
What few defence facilities are limited to passive scans now to try and detect the next Syndicalist incursion, as anything more would bring the wrath of the orbiting fleet upon them. Communications being re-routed across the southern continent, new primary nodes established to replace the loss of the citadels as the death toll for that barrage was still being assessed.
And as Freu contemplates her next move, trying to guess whether another feint would be used to try and lure out her remaining weapons, the signal goes out. A communication satellite seconds before destruction sending the following message to the Syndicalist fleet one hundred million humans have been terminated by your bombardment.
Makay
Freu just looks on in horror, she didn't really expect this, the citadels were supposed to be safe with their shields of cattle and fields to prevent precision bombardment. Across the hologram of the planet citadel's are having their shields beaten into scorching submission over them and winking out. As in the background a constant stream of reports reminds her just what she's seeing.
“Citadel 45 destroyed.”
“Citadel 17 destroyed.”
“Janissary fortress 17B devastated.”
“Cattle loss estimate exceeds one hundred million.”
Freu snaps round to look at the officer “Tell them that.” she says irritably before returning her gaze back to the view. Only shorter ranged mobile launchers and the subterranean missile silos still showing as alive on the southern defence network after the barrage.
The drones over the southern continent with their bases destroyed start trying to make it north to remaining airbases before their fuel is expended. Flying over the glowing scars and ruins left where once cities stood, the citadel umbrella shield in its final moments having bought time for the chamarans at the price of the surrounding metropolis before being overwhelmed. The destroyed citadels, too large for even these attacks to entirely destroy stand, leaning and tilted gutted and burning with great rents torn down their sides, as gravemarkers over the cities.
What few defence facilities are limited to passive scans now to try and detect the next Syndicalist incursion, as anything more would bring the wrath of the orbiting fleet upon them. Communications being re-routed across the southern continent, new primary nodes established to replace the loss of the citadels as the death toll for that barrage was still being assessed.
And as Freu contemplates her next move, trying to guess whether another feint would be used to try and lure out her remaining weapons, the signal goes out. A communication satellite seconds before destruction sending the following message to the Syndicalist fleet one hundred million humans have been terminated by your bombardment.
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And thus, battle was joined
Almost a hundred immense flashes of erupted across space high in the upper region of Makay. The Kushawni Armada had kept in close formation with one another as they had tore through Hyperspace, and now as the exited as a whole, it looked as if a several thousand Km long wall of metal and spaceships had simply appeared from nothingness.
The Quartet of Taskforces that comprised the Armada now made ready to join battle. None of them yet knew however how terrible that battle would be…
“Attention All Alien and Human ships! This is Vice Admiral Tosok of the 1st Combined Kushawni Armada! We come before you to restore order to Choas! We have come to put an end to those forces that would ultimately threaten the survival of Humanity! To those that will be our allies, you know in your hearts who you are… To those that will eventually oppose us, prepare yourselves, for vengeances comes early and swift!” He bellowed, slamming down the comm. Link as he turned to his bridge crew.
“Now that formalities are out of the way, let us bring things to task. I want Armada wide comms open now! All Task Forces Report in!”
“Task Force Tensa Reporting!”
“Task Force Mensa Reporting!”
“Task Force Eddisons Vengance Reporting!”
“And Task Force Teknotron Reporting!”
“Lock attack positions and fall in, may the CityMind be with us!”
The immense Exeilon Battleships that comprised the Flag of the Armada began to move forward as the twin National Guard taskforces drew ranks up along side. In the back, the Quintet of immense hulking tradeships formed a line behind the main Armada forces, ready to strike from afar, hoping to stay out of the Frey as much as possible.
On bored the lead Exelion Flagship, Vice Admiral Tosok was whirling through the communications as he began to take stock of things.
“I want a relay of scans from four primarily Sensor ships on just whose all out there, I want probably targets in our battle computers as soon as you have them.”
“Admiral! Sensors read multiply Hot targets on the planets surface. It looks as if there has just been a massive planetary bombardment on the planets main cities!” Tosok froze suddenly this was not planned for. No one was supposed to touch the planet… Not yet…
Less then a minut later the true measure of what they had just missed witnessing came up on their scanners. Fifteen cities lay smoking, the hearts of their cities immense smoking craters. Tosok gritted his teeth as he slammed his fist down.
“COMMS! Get me the head of the Syndicalist Armada, NOW!”
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Chamaran Drydock, Location Unknown
Somewhere, a 5km ship lay resting. It had lay there, dormant for months as it’s captors had picked it over, ‘repaired’ it, made it renewed for their own purposes.
Deep inside the ship, in places no Chamaran may have tred in weeks, something stirred.
My younger offspring, it is GO time
Almost a hundred immense flashes of erupted across space high in the upper region of Makay. The Kushawni Armada had kept in close formation with one another as they had tore through Hyperspace, and now as the exited as a whole, it looked as if a several thousand Km long wall of metal and spaceships had simply appeared from nothingness.
The Quartet of Taskforces that comprised the Armada now made ready to join battle. None of them yet knew however how terrible that battle would be…
“Attention All Alien and Human ships! This is Vice Admiral Tosok of the 1st Combined Kushawni Armada! We come before you to restore order to Choas! We have come to put an end to those forces that would ultimately threaten the survival of Humanity! To those that will be our allies, you know in your hearts who you are… To those that will eventually oppose us, prepare yourselves, for vengeances comes early and swift!” He bellowed, slamming down the comm. Link as he turned to his bridge crew.
“Now that formalities are out of the way, let us bring things to task. I want Armada wide comms open now! All Task Forces Report in!”
“Task Force Tensa Reporting!”
“Task Force Mensa Reporting!”
“Task Force Eddisons Vengance Reporting!”
“And Task Force Teknotron Reporting!”
“Lock attack positions and fall in, may the CityMind be with us!”
The immense Exeilon Battleships that comprised the Flag of the Armada began to move forward as the twin National Guard taskforces drew ranks up along side. In the back, the Quintet of immense hulking tradeships formed a line behind the main Armada forces, ready to strike from afar, hoping to stay out of the Frey as much as possible.
On bored the lead Exelion Flagship, Vice Admiral Tosok was whirling through the communications as he began to take stock of things.
“I want a relay of scans from four primarily Sensor ships on just whose all out there, I want probably targets in our battle computers as soon as you have them.”
“Admiral! Sensors read multiply Hot targets on the planets surface. It looks as if there has just been a massive planetary bombardment on the planets main cities!” Tosok froze suddenly this was not planned for. No one was supposed to touch the planet… Not yet…
Less then a minut later the true measure of what they had just missed witnessing came up on their scanners. Fifteen cities lay smoking, the hearts of their cities immense smoking craters. Tosok gritted his teeth as he slammed his fist down.
“COMMS! Get me the head of the Syndicalist Armada, NOW!”
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Chamaran Drydock, Location Unknown
Somewhere, a 5km ship lay resting. It had lay there, dormant for months as it’s captors had picked it over, ‘repaired’ it, made it renewed for their own purposes.
Deep inside the ship, in places no Chamaran may have tred in weeks, something stirred.
My younger offspring, it is GO time
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-DSFV Virginia Hall, near Godwin's Hope, Makay space-
The small craft emerged slowly from subspace, the crew aboard carefully managing the transition to ensure the event was as difficult to detect as possible.
"Astrogation?" Misato Hayase took a sip from the beverage pouch in her hand.
"Everything matches, we've arrived near Godwin's Hope."
Adrianna anticipated the commander's next request "Scopes don't show anything nearby, and nothing larger than us."
A quizzical look crossed Misato's face. "You sure?"
"Quite...wait, got some residual radiation, looks like maybe a fleet was here not too long ago."
"Comms, you have anything?"
"A few old Imperial style encrypted signals, civilian traffic control stuff, and some unknowns."
"Unknowns? Are they encrypted?"
"I can't tell, they aren't even based on Imperial comm protocols."
That was odd...even the Dominatrixiat encryption tech had been based in part on Imperial communications protocols. Whoever was using those signals must have either been even more isolated than the Dominatrixiat had been, or gone to considerable lengths to design a communications protocol that would be that different from the old-Imperial system.
-Star A Star, Alpha Cephi, Dominatrixiat space-
Sky Benibara was the first to speak.
"We've received a report from DIntDiv that the two ships sent into Humanist Union space are overdue."
The other three knew that of course, they had all received the report. Celeste Argama placed a hand to her chin.
"We can't just send a full expeditionary force to look for them. What if they're simply taking longer than anticipated?"
Miria Zagai-Harad shook her head.
"If they were only a few days overdue, there would be no problem. If they have been discovered we need to send every resource possible to aid them."
Sky "If we do that, then the Humanist Union will most certainly bring a similar force to bear against us."
Ashley Petrenko spoke.
"We can send one of the expeditionary forces. A small force can break off from the main one, fly ahead to investigate this Dayab system and report their findings. If they have reason to believe that the two stealth ships have either been discovered or destroyed, the smaller force can notify the rest."
The other three considered this.
Sky "Agreed"
Celeste "Agreed"
Miria "Good, now then which force should we send?"
The small craft emerged slowly from subspace, the crew aboard carefully managing the transition to ensure the event was as difficult to detect as possible.
"Astrogation?" Misato Hayase took a sip from the beverage pouch in her hand.
"Everything matches, we've arrived near Godwin's Hope."
Adrianna anticipated the commander's next request "Scopes don't show anything nearby, and nothing larger than us."
A quizzical look crossed Misato's face. "You sure?"
"Quite...wait, got some residual radiation, looks like maybe a fleet was here not too long ago."
"Comms, you have anything?"
"A few old Imperial style encrypted signals, civilian traffic control stuff, and some unknowns."
"Unknowns? Are they encrypted?"
"I can't tell, they aren't even based on Imperial comm protocols."
That was odd...even the Dominatrixiat encryption tech had been based in part on Imperial communications protocols. Whoever was using those signals must have either been even more isolated than the Dominatrixiat had been, or gone to considerable lengths to design a communications protocol that would be that different from the old-Imperial system.
-Star A Star, Alpha Cephi, Dominatrixiat space-
Sky Benibara was the first to speak.
"We've received a report from DIntDiv that the two ships sent into Humanist Union space are overdue."
The other three knew that of course, they had all received the report. Celeste Argama placed a hand to her chin.
"We can't just send a full expeditionary force to look for them. What if they're simply taking longer than anticipated?"
Miria Zagai-Harad shook her head.
"If they were only a few days overdue, there would be no problem. If they have been discovered we need to send every resource possible to aid them."
Sky "If we do that, then the Humanist Union will most certainly bring a similar force to bear against us."
Ashley Petrenko spoke.
"We can send one of the expeditionary forces. A small force can break off from the main one, fly ahead to investigate this Dayab system and report their findings. If they have reason to believe that the two stealth ships have either been discovered or destroyed, the smaller force can notify the rest."
The other three considered this.
Sky "Agreed"
Celeste "Agreed"
Miria "Good, now then which force should we send?"
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HNS Victor Aliyev
Third Mobile Unit
Meeting Room
The meeting room aboard the Victor Aliyev that had previously played host to the first meeting between the rebels who had siezed the Kawashima was again playing host to the meeting of the minds, though the faces had changed. Now present in addition to Kelly and Zeph were representatives from Prowler L7F0G.
The Aliyev's own attendants hadn't changed: Lieutenant Vogel sat ramrod straight and silent save when speaking, while Lieutenant Erikson sat in a considerably more relaxed manner, his bland expression of good humor unaffected by the gravity of what was being discussed; the sociologist, Mori, was the only one of these three who looked noticably nervous.
For her part, Admiral Brookes wasn't bothering to conceal her energy, standing and occasionally pacing as she spoke, "So, gentlemen and ladies, there you have it. All signs from our side of the table," she looked from Mori to Vogel, "seem to indicate that this 'Stellar Dominatrixiat' will respond to their missing ships by coming and looking. In force. My nation can prepare for and address such concerns," she paused, stopping to single out Kelly and Zeph, "I would hear your opinions on this conclusion, as it will help determine our response," without waiting, she addressed the representatives sent by Prowler L7F0G, "and I would remind you, as executive officer Baikov has, that you are under no requirement to remain in Union space from this point on; you and your nation are free to wash your hands of any further incidents."
Third Mobile Unit
Meeting Room
The meeting room aboard the Victor Aliyev that had previously played host to the first meeting between the rebels who had siezed the Kawashima was again playing host to the meeting of the minds, though the faces had changed. Now present in addition to Kelly and Zeph were representatives from Prowler L7F0G.
The Aliyev's own attendants hadn't changed: Lieutenant Vogel sat ramrod straight and silent save when speaking, while Lieutenant Erikson sat in a considerably more relaxed manner, his bland expression of good humor unaffected by the gravity of what was being discussed; the sociologist, Mori, was the only one of these three who looked noticably nervous.
For her part, Admiral Brookes wasn't bothering to conceal her energy, standing and occasionally pacing as she spoke, "So, gentlemen and ladies, there you have it. All signs from our side of the table," she looked from Mori to Vogel, "seem to indicate that this 'Stellar Dominatrixiat' will respond to their missing ships by coming and looking. In force. My nation can prepare for and address such concerns," she paused, stopping to single out Kelly and Zeph, "I would hear your opinions on this conclusion, as it will help determine our response," without waiting, she addressed the representatives sent by Prowler L7F0G, "and I would remind you, as executive officer Baikov has, that you are under no requirement to remain in Union space from this point on; you and your nation are free to wash your hands of any further incidents."
-HNS Victor Aliyev, near Dayab, Humanist Union space-
Kelly mulled over the possibilities. “You’re correct admiral. Our ships are overdue to report back to base. If the High Commanders haven’t been informed or taken action yet, they will very soon.
Based on the information we have, we think that they’ll send at least part of one of the expeditionary forces. Though considering how hard the High Commanders and Council were pushing for an immediate invasion of Humanist and Kushawni space, they could very well send more.
However, even if they only send a few ships and you can destroy them before they jump back to subspace, a full attack won’t be far behind.”
Kelly mulled over the possibilities. “You’re correct admiral. Our ships are overdue to report back to base. If the High Commanders haven’t been informed or taken action yet, they will very soon.
Based on the information we have, we think that they’ll send at least part of one of the expeditionary forces. Though considering how hard the High Commanders and Council were pushing for an immediate invasion of Humanist and Kushawni space, they could very well send more.
However, even if they only send a few ships and you can destroy them before they jump back to subspace, a full attack won’t be far behind.”
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On board the Red and Black Flown High, Comrade-Admiral der Anjivic looked up from her display, lined face drawn and expressionless, sweat beading her brow despite the Flag Bridge's cool, calm atmosphere. Preperatory bombardments were tricky things- it was almost impossible to take a fortified world without them- but she had never seen an enemy so inclined to take human losses in their course. Of course, Syndicalist cities were defended by similar citadels- "Flak Towers," with antiorbit and antiair defenses, but in a Syndicalist city, the defending shield covered the entire city- not just the fortress itself.
They want the shield bleed-off to kill as many as possible. But then again, they are cannibals...
And it is time to put them down like the beasts they are.
"Comrade-Admiral, all regiments report initial and secondary phases complete. The cannibal fortresses in the Salient region have been neutralized, as have the major air defense bases. We can't be sure that none of the defenses are surviving, however- though I can offer you my assurances that their satellite network has been completely destroyed."
The fires were easily visible from orbit, hot red pinpricks across the southern continent. Each one had been the heart of a teeming city.
"Excellent. Transmit the offer of terms, and commence the invasion."
<<Cannibal forces on Teldus- you have been revealed to humanity, and your crimes have been made known. No longer can you lurk in secrecy, hiding behind human lives. Know this- your continued resistance will be your demise. You now see that it is your own lives you gamble with, not those of slaves. Your species can not contend with our wrath. If you surrender immediately, I will extend the full benefits of prisoner-of-war status to your soldiers and your civilian population will be protected by the laws of war. You will be treated well, and only those convicted of war-crimes will be punished, as soon as a just and legitimate government can be established among the Makayans you have so wronged. Your lives on Teldus do not have to end here. Lower all remaining planetary shields, and have all your forces broadcast IFF signals. Provisions will be made for the gradual de-activation of your system of moral weapons, and aid will be landed immediately on those parts of the the world which require it. If you continue to resist, we will liberate your slaves, arm them, and push you from this world by force. In that case, I can make no guarantees as to your future in the face of the People, armed and furious, intent on the justice of the masses. You must respond immediately.>>
As the message arrived, dropships began to fall towards the planet below- a great mass of them, interspersed with fighting drones, aerospace assault craft, and bombardment drones. The hosts of Syndicalism descended on Teldus; the initial wave appeared to be about 150,000 strong.
"Commander! Pickets report a major force incoming, unidentified- drive signatures suggest they are of Human make, possibly Gandrese or Kushawni."
The brave and boisterous messages of the Kushawni foces soon removed all mystery.
Comrade-Admiral Anjivic read the Kushawni dispatch quickly, and instructed a subordinate to open a channel.
<<Vice-Admiral Tosok, it is a surprise to see you here. We clearly have a great deal to talk about. Perhaps we can co-ordinate our efforts against the cannibal foe?>>
The destroyer of Wolds.
-Bhagavada Gita
On board the Red and Black Flown High, Comrade-Admiral der Anjivic looked up from her display, lined face drawn and expressionless, sweat beading her brow despite the Flag Bridge's cool, calm atmosphere. Preperatory bombardments were tricky things- it was almost impossible to take a fortified world without them- but she had never seen an enemy so inclined to take human losses in their course. Of course, Syndicalist cities were defended by similar citadels- "Flak Towers," with antiorbit and antiair defenses, but in a Syndicalist city, the defending shield covered the entire city- not just the fortress itself.
They want the shield bleed-off to kill as many as possible. But then again, they are cannibals...
And it is time to put them down like the beasts they are.
"Comrade-Admiral, all regiments report initial and secondary phases complete. The cannibal fortresses in the Salient region have been neutralized, as have the major air defense bases. We can't be sure that none of the defenses are surviving, however- though I can offer you my assurances that their satellite network has been completely destroyed."
The fires were easily visible from orbit, hot red pinpricks across the southern continent. Each one had been the heart of a teeming city.
"Excellent. Transmit the offer of terms, and commence the invasion."
<<Cannibal forces on Teldus- you have been revealed to humanity, and your crimes have been made known. No longer can you lurk in secrecy, hiding behind human lives. Know this- your continued resistance will be your demise. You now see that it is your own lives you gamble with, not those of slaves. Your species can not contend with our wrath. If you surrender immediately, I will extend the full benefits of prisoner-of-war status to your soldiers and your civilian population will be protected by the laws of war. You will be treated well, and only those convicted of war-crimes will be punished, as soon as a just and legitimate government can be established among the Makayans you have so wronged. Your lives on Teldus do not have to end here. Lower all remaining planetary shields, and have all your forces broadcast IFF signals. Provisions will be made for the gradual de-activation of your system of moral weapons, and aid will be landed immediately on those parts of the the world which require it. If you continue to resist, we will liberate your slaves, arm them, and push you from this world by force. In that case, I can make no guarantees as to your future in the face of the People, armed and furious, intent on the justice of the masses. You must respond immediately.>>
As the message arrived, dropships began to fall towards the planet below- a great mass of them, interspersed with fighting drones, aerospace assault craft, and bombardment drones. The hosts of Syndicalism descended on Teldus; the initial wave appeared to be about 150,000 strong.
"Commander! Pickets report a major force incoming, unidentified- drive signatures suggest they are of Human make, possibly Gandrese or Kushawni."
The brave and boisterous messages of the Kushawni foces soon removed all mystery.
Comrade-Admiral Anjivic read the Kushawni dispatch quickly, and instructed a subordinate to open a channel.
<<Vice-Admiral Tosok, it is a surprise to see you here. We clearly have a great deal to talk about. Perhaps we can co-ordinate our efforts against the cannibal foe?>>
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“We’ve been able to tap into the old-Imperial signals.”
“And?” Misato had been just dozing off when Meri had called.
“Uh, they aren’t human.”
That snapped Misato Hayase wide awake. “Show me.”
The screen flicked to a somewhat garbled image. It looked like the person on screen was…part cat? The image changed, another cat person. The two seemed to be having a conversation.
“Was there anything else?”
“We caught some data along with the transmission, probably what those two were talking about. Sorenson’s working on decoding it, but it could be a while. Takahashi thinks that someone may have been trying to trace us, but she says she disconnected before she was caught.”
Misato rubbed her temples. “If anything looks like it’s coming towards us, have the ship jump to subspace. Otherwise keep an ear to those transmissions; let’s try to get as much as possible on these things before we have to report back.”
“We’ve been able to tap into the old-Imperial signals.”
“And?” Misato had been just dozing off when Meri had called.
“Uh, they aren’t human.”
That snapped Misato Hayase wide awake. “Show me.”
The screen flicked to a somewhat garbled image. It looked like the person on screen was…part cat? The image changed, another cat person. The two seemed to be having a conversation.
“Was there anything else?”
“We caught some data along with the transmission, probably what those two were talking about. Sorenson’s working on decoding it, but it could be a while. Takahashi thinks that someone may have been trying to trace us, but she says she disconnected before she was caught.”
Misato rubbed her temples. “If anything looks like it’s coming towards us, have the ship jump to subspace. Otherwise keep an ear to those transmissions; let’s try to get as much as possible on these things before we have to report back.”
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Citadel 1
Teldus
Makay
Freu frowns tapping her teeth as she reclines on the dais and reads the translation off her viewer.
“You're not considering it are you?” one of the controllers in the pits below asks, seeing the citymistress in thought.
“No not really, even if help wasn't coming.” Freu says and leans forwards to dictate their response, she pauses though “Is cannibal a mistranslation?”
“According to cattle datasources yes Citymistress.”
“Ah well, we have better things to do than score cheap points that way.” she says and then begins dictating.
<<Human aggressors. Your offer is tempting, to fools perhaps. And my sisters and I must retain our honour in service of Queen and kind even in the face of your teeming numbers.
Though you must think us fools indeed, for we have studied your records, seen your history and we know that human kind would treat us like so many before had they the power.
We will not be caged, we will not be genocided or imprisoned on your reservations like some curiousity.
Our only crime in your eyes is that we feasted when faced with starvation otherwise.
Faced with your offer we feel nothing but scorn you would think that little of us that we would fall for this ruse, and refuse it on those grounds.
We will not be caged.>>
And content with having reminded the humans above of their history of bloodshed, Freu gives the command to open fire.
All across the southern continent the remaining weapons salvo missiles skywards into the upper atmosphere and low orbit to explode amongst the waves of Syndicalist dropships. The defiant barrage from the recessed silos and missile crawlers to continue until their destruction or the depletion of their munitions. The former likely to happen sooner than the latter with their aircover stripped away.
Teldus
Makay
Freu frowns tapping her teeth as she reclines on the dais and reads the translation off her viewer.
“You're not considering it are you?” one of the controllers in the pits below asks, seeing the citymistress in thought.
“No not really, even if help wasn't coming.” Freu says and leans forwards to dictate their response, she pauses though “Is cannibal a mistranslation?”
“According to cattle datasources yes Citymistress.”
“Ah well, we have better things to do than score cheap points that way.” she says and then begins dictating.
<<Human aggressors. Your offer is tempting, to fools perhaps. And my sisters and I must retain our honour in service of Queen and kind even in the face of your teeming numbers.
Though you must think us fools indeed, for we have studied your records, seen your history and we know that human kind would treat us like so many before had they the power.
We will not be caged, we will not be genocided or imprisoned on your reservations like some curiousity.
Our only crime in your eyes is that we feasted when faced with starvation otherwise.
Faced with your offer we feel nothing but scorn you would think that little of us that we would fall for this ruse, and refuse it on those grounds.
We will not be caged.>>
And content with having reminded the humans above of their history of bloodshed, Freu gives the command to open fire.
All across the southern continent the remaining weapons salvo missiles skywards into the upper atmosphere and low orbit to explode amongst the waves of Syndicalist dropships. The defiant barrage from the recessed silos and missile crawlers to continue until their destruction or the depletion of their munitions. The former likely to happen sooner than the latter with their aircover stripped away.
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High Atmosphere
Southern Continent
Teldus
Makay
Comrade-Private Emmeal clenched his teeth against the horrible jarring which shook the assault ship. Even through the shields and dampeners, hitting atmosphere was a trial. Hundreds of similar vessels, burning comets with the friction of their reentry, were facing a similar hell as they began the dangerous journey through defended airspace to a defended surface. Emmeal hated it- an infantryman had no power over what went on in these perilous moments. At any second a hungry blast could claw the vessel from the sky- Emmeal pictured in his head what he knew was happening around him, by experience and by the frantic noises coming from the pilot's cabin. An infantryman in a planetary assault relied completely on others- the intelligence ops who had picked the preliminary targets, the gunners on the warships and drone-commands, even the Admiral- her decision was the hardest of all, because she settled on the delicate balance between destruction and salvation. If the bombardment was too intense, there would be nothing worth attacking. If it was too light, the attack would fail.
Emmeal looked around at the others in the bay. They were crammed in like sardines, armoured troops. He looked at their faces- Connat, Cinzer, Kermanvic, Stip- all dour, dark-skinned Caliphegians from Caliphon's urban districts. They were not veterans- his unit, the 32nd Shock Army, had won pride-of-place as the first ones down, but they were not elite troops like the Revolutionary Guards or even the 9th Combined Mountain Army which made up the second wave, still snug back in the army transports. They were regulars, trained and well equipped, but with only a smattering of veterans. As members of a Shock Army, they enjoyed the support of massed heavy weapons and power-armour, but Emmeal's company was leg infantry, and a drop made it unsure as to what sort of support they could expect once they were planetside.
The ship shook again- faintly. Emmeal had no idea that the source had been a kiloton-range blast no more than a mile away, which had already devoured two other companies.
The Lieutenant's voice sounded, clear, concise, an focused in his earpiece.
<<Alright, Comrades. Dirt in one, repeat, one minute. They have refused to surrender, and you know what that means- we destroy them, we take the continent, and we clear the way for all the men, material, and equipment we need to forbid them from this soil! The enemy has strong moral weapons- exercise full MNBC at all times and trust to your commanders and digital backups. Remember, we've got a job to do! Let's do it, and save our people from this terrible enemy!>>
There was another sound, deep and resounding and gut-wrenching. Around him, the faces of his comrades were replaced by blank mud-green camoflage as the soldiers closed their masks.
Light filled the bay, and Emmael burst out into the hot morning, flames ahead of him, sky on fire, and the enemy all around.
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The Salient had been cleared by powerful orbital strikes. Now, the first wave was landed. Losses had been high but troops had already taken 8 of their 12 objectives. 40,000 out of the inital 150,000 had died in the landing, but the surviving anti-air defenses in the Salient had almost entirely been cleared out. A perimeter of troops hundreds of miles around had been established at the Salient. They were moving out, expanding the captured area. A strong push, with armour and powered troops, was pressing towards the northern coastal cities, which had been spared the bombardment. Drones patrolled, and their was an ominous ring of them, far out from the initial landing points.
The second wave was beginning it's landings- the 9th Combined Mountain Army, a further 150,000 men and women.
Southern Continent
Teldus
Makay
Comrade-Private Emmeal clenched his teeth against the horrible jarring which shook the assault ship. Even through the shields and dampeners, hitting atmosphere was a trial. Hundreds of similar vessels, burning comets with the friction of their reentry, were facing a similar hell as they began the dangerous journey through defended airspace to a defended surface. Emmeal hated it- an infantryman had no power over what went on in these perilous moments. At any second a hungry blast could claw the vessel from the sky- Emmeal pictured in his head what he knew was happening around him, by experience and by the frantic noises coming from the pilot's cabin. An infantryman in a planetary assault relied completely on others- the intelligence ops who had picked the preliminary targets, the gunners on the warships and drone-commands, even the Admiral- her decision was the hardest of all, because she settled on the delicate balance between destruction and salvation. If the bombardment was too intense, there would be nothing worth attacking. If it was too light, the attack would fail.
Emmeal looked around at the others in the bay. They were crammed in like sardines, armoured troops. He looked at their faces- Connat, Cinzer, Kermanvic, Stip- all dour, dark-skinned Caliphegians from Caliphon's urban districts. They were not veterans- his unit, the 32nd Shock Army, had won pride-of-place as the first ones down, but they were not elite troops like the Revolutionary Guards or even the 9th Combined Mountain Army which made up the second wave, still snug back in the army transports. They were regulars, trained and well equipped, but with only a smattering of veterans. As members of a Shock Army, they enjoyed the support of massed heavy weapons and power-armour, but Emmeal's company was leg infantry, and a drop made it unsure as to what sort of support they could expect once they were planetside.
The ship shook again- faintly. Emmeal had no idea that the source had been a kiloton-range blast no more than a mile away, which had already devoured two other companies.
The Lieutenant's voice sounded, clear, concise, an focused in his earpiece.
<<Alright, Comrades. Dirt in one, repeat, one minute. They have refused to surrender, and you know what that means- we destroy them, we take the continent, and we clear the way for all the men, material, and equipment we need to forbid them from this soil! The enemy has strong moral weapons- exercise full MNBC at all times and trust to your commanders and digital backups. Remember, we've got a job to do! Let's do it, and save our people from this terrible enemy!>>
There was another sound, deep and resounding and gut-wrenching. Around him, the faces of his comrades were replaced by blank mud-green camoflage as the soldiers closed their masks.
Light filled the bay, and Emmael burst out into the hot morning, flames ahead of him, sky on fire, and the enemy all around.
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The Salient had been cleared by powerful orbital strikes. Now, the first wave was landed. Losses had been high but troops had already taken 8 of their 12 objectives. 40,000 out of the inital 150,000 had died in the landing, but the surviving anti-air defenses in the Salient had almost entirely been cleared out. A perimeter of troops hundreds of miles around had been established at the Salient. They were moving out, expanding the captured area. A strong push, with armour and powered troops, was pressing towards the northern coastal cities, which had been spared the bombardment. Drones patrolled, and their was an ominous ring of them, far out from the initial landing points.
The second wave was beginning it's landings- the 9th Combined Mountain Army, a further 150,000 men and women.
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<<Vice-Admiral Tosok, it is a surprise to see you here. We clearly have a great deal to talk about. Perhaps we can co-ordinate our efforts against the cannibal foe?>>
Tosok looked up from his command center, the nerual link, mandatory now in all high ranking Officers, disconnected from the sever as he stood.
"That, was almost too easy. We jump in on them in the middle of an orbital bombardment and invasion, and he welcomes as as if asking us over for a cup of tea." Lindson, Tosok's second in command looked to the Vice Admieral.
"What do you think sir? Should we be cautious?" Tosok turned.
"That is Admiral Anjivic, he is not a man to be trifiled with nor taken lightly. By the CityMinds Mainfraim we should be cuatious, that goes without saying." Tosok turned back to his command chair, letting his neral link reconnect as he connected Admiral Anjivic directly.
"Admiral Anjivic, I would say it is a pleasure to see you, but that would undermine the severaity of the reason we are both here. Co-ordinating our fleets would be a wonderful thing, indeed as we speak I will be relaying information to oyu.. I want our combined forces as close to one another as possible for what is sure to come. However, I wish to speak to you more directly on another matter.
((Screw this my boyfrineds calling me and i dont have time to finihs, some stuff will happen and we'll talk about the invasion and the kushawni want NOT to kill bucnhes of stuff, not yet anyways.... ill be back))
Tosok looked up from his command center, the nerual link, mandatory now in all high ranking Officers, disconnected from the sever as he stood.
"That, was almost too easy. We jump in on them in the middle of an orbital bombardment and invasion, and he welcomes as as if asking us over for a cup of tea." Lindson, Tosok's second in command looked to the Vice Admieral.
"What do you think sir? Should we be cautious?" Tosok turned.
"That is Admiral Anjivic, he is not a man to be trifiled with nor taken lightly. By the CityMinds Mainfraim we should be cuatious, that goes without saying." Tosok turned back to his command chair, letting his neral link reconnect as he connected Admiral Anjivic directly.
"Admiral Anjivic, I would say it is a pleasure to see you, but that would undermine the severaity of the reason we are both here. Co-ordinating our fleets would be a wonderful thing, indeed as we speak I will be relaying information to oyu.. I want our combined forces as close to one another as possible for what is sure to come. However, I wish to speak to you more directly on another matter.
((Screw this my boyfrineds calling me and i dont have time to finihs, some stuff will happen and we'll talk about the invasion and the kushawni want NOT to kill bucnhes of stuff, not yet anyways.... ill be back))
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The representative from the L7F0G digested the information presented for a moment before finally speaking. "We have contacted our superiors, and they have extended an offer of aid to you both. If your assessment of how the Dominatrix council will respond is accurate, then no doubt the Humanist Union will soon be facing a war, and there is still the matter of the occupation of Alpha Cephi and Theta Mira. Both worlds were left to fend for themselves by the Imperium-that-was, even before the collapse. It would be a betrayal to Lady Dawns principles if we did not extend an offer of assistance."
The representative from the L7F0G digested the information presented for a moment before finally speaking. "We have contacted our superiors, and they have extended an offer of aid to you both. If your assessment of how the Dominatrix council will respond is accurate, then no doubt the Humanist Union will soon be facing a war, and there is still the matter of the occupation of Alpha Cephi and Theta Mira. Both worlds were left to fend for themselves by the Imperium-that-was, even before the collapse. It would be a betrayal to Lady Dawns principles if we did not extend an offer of assistance."
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City 31
Teldus
Makay
War is hell.
War is really really loud as hell.
Sharue of course isn't familiar with those words but would certainly sympathize as the constant rippling thunderclaps sound around her from the drones overhead and hundreds of artillery weapons firing over the horizon upon the human advance. The shells streaming overhead guiding themselves down upon enemy armoured vehicles. Looking to the horizon Sharue can use her mask's magnification to see the plumes of smoke and the retreating shapes of the thrall crawlers withdrawing in the face of the enemy advance. A squadron of skimmers rockets out into the fray for another damaging hit and run, trusting in their shields and sheer speed to keep them from harm. Sharue finally turns her gaze down towards the earthworks, a large fraction of the cities population dominated into digging a trench and piling up a high ridge behind it, still working even as the enemy are nearly in view. The earthworks will stop them for a while, but artillery or engineers will the enemy armour across sooner or later and then the dying will begin, it's kind of peaceful really knowing this is the day you'll be meeting your ancestors. for it is not death Sharue fears now, but that she will not measure up the standard of all the warriors who have come before.
With all the noise already Sharue barely hears the explosion as another of the main roads is demolished. The nearer explosion as a self propelled Janissary gun is destroyed by human counterbattery fire gets her attention though, making her pull back from the window. It is the day of her death true, but not the hour, not yet.
Sharue no longer watches when the first of the foe cross the horizon and is promptly struck down, a mighty Titan's laser cannon melting the armoured vehicle to slag and boiling alive those within. The titan continueing to fire and striking down a score more before its shields waver under the onslaught forcing it to duck down into the shelter of the buildings to recharge.
The human invasion is faced now with a prepared city, roads into it destroyed but for where the remaining thrall tanks are withdrawing, a trench before a ridge of earth from which fire lashes out to strike and behind that buildings converted into fortified fire bases. This will be a bloody day.
Teldus
Makay
War is hell.
War is really really loud as hell.
Sharue of course isn't familiar with those words but would certainly sympathize as the constant rippling thunderclaps sound around her from the drones overhead and hundreds of artillery weapons firing over the horizon upon the human advance. The shells streaming overhead guiding themselves down upon enemy armoured vehicles. Looking to the horizon Sharue can use her mask's magnification to see the plumes of smoke and the retreating shapes of the thrall crawlers withdrawing in the face of the enemy advance. A squadron of skimmers rockets out into the fray for another damaging hit and run, trusting in their shields and sheer speed to keep them from harm. Sharue finally turns her gaze down towards the earthworks, a large fraction of the cities population dominated into digging a trench and piling up a high ridge behind it, still working even as the enemy are nearly in view. The earthworks will stop them for a while, but artillery or engineers will the enemy armour across sooner or later and then the dying will begin, it's kind of peaceful really knowing this is the day you'll be meeting your ancestors. for it is not death Sharue fears now, but that she will not measure up the standard of all the warriors who have come before.
With all the noise already Sharue barely hears the explosion as another of the main roads is demolished. The nearer explosion as a self propelled Janissary gun is destroyed by human counterbattery fire gets her attention though, making her pull back from the window. It is the day of her death true, but not the hour, not yet.
Sharue no longer watches when the first of the foe cross the horizon and is promptly struck down, a mighty Titan's laser cannon melting the armoured vehicle to slag and boiling alive those within. The titan continueing to fire and striking down a score more before its shields waver under the onslaught forcing it to duck down into the shelter of the buildings to recharge.
The human invasion is faced now with a prepared city, roads into it destroyed but for where the remaining thrall tanks are withdrawing, a trench before a ridge of earth from which fire lashes out to strike and behind that buildings converted into fortified fire bases. This will be a bloody day.
HNS Victor Aliyev
Third Mobile Unit
Meeting Room
Admiral Brookes gave a curt nod, apparently satisfied, "That settles that, then," she turned to L7F0G's representatives, "Make no mistake that, in the coming days, there is almost certain to be war with the Stellar Dominatrixiat. How exactly we'll coordinate our efforts in that war will have to be negotiated," she paused for breath, "As for how we'll handle the no-doubt incoming force and assuming no further instruction from my own commanders, the ruse will be kept as simple as possible. We will lure them in with a bait: what ships that were here prior to the arrival of the Kawashima, most likely with this vessel docked for apparent repairs. The bulk of my Mobile Unit will wait deep in the gravity well of Dayab's star, running quiet, and await orders to short-jump and interdict the enemy force once it reveals itself; the background radiation from the star will make it more difficult to detect our ships without close scrutiny. As for the matter of the Kawashima, you were never here. The wreck of the destroyed spycraft is being cleaned up as I speak, and an armed merchantman being destroyed there to explain any uncleaned debris. Dayab is a system occasionally plagued by pirates, and we can also use that to our advantage by broadcasting communications concerning increased pirate activity, which explains the destroyed merchantman and may mislead Dominatrixiat forces, at least temporarily, on the fate of their scouts. The less they know about what we know, the better."
"Waiting in the wings will be the other mobile units of the Humanist Union: in the event that the Dominatrixiat sends too large a force to be easily dealt with, but mostly to provide an immediate counterpunch into their occupied systems after their little misadventure. They'll also be there if, for some reason, the Dominatrixiat forces bypass Dayab altogether and attack elsewhere. In all likelihood, these forces will be too far out to commit to a battle over Dayab before it has concluded, which is well enough: the more forces we put in ambush, the easier the trap will be spotted," she looked over to Kelly and Zeph, "I'm sorry to say that the Kawashima will need to stay out of the ambush and out of detection: your experiences and ship's records will play an important role in the events to come, and losing either you and your forces or the Kawashima in the opening rounds would be a significant loss," she gave a final pause before adding, "Naturally, this plan is a rough sketch that I've worked out with brief consultation with commanders and on the assumption that my own superiors will act as I expect them to. Details could change later, now, in fact, depending on anything you might add."
Third Mobile Unit
Meeting Room
Admiral Brookes gave a curt nod, apparently satisfied, "That settles that, then," she turned to L7F0G's representatives, "Make no mistake that, in the coming days, there is almost certain to be war with the Stellar Dominatrixiat. How exactly we'll coordinate our efforts in that war will have to be negotiated," she paused for breath, "As for how we'll handle the no-doubt incoming force and assuming no further instruction from my own commanders, the ruse will be kept as simple as possible. We will lure them in with a bait: what ships that were here prior to the arrival of the Kawashima, most likely with this vessel docked for apparent repairs. The bulk of my Mobile Unit will wait deep in the gravity well of Dayab's star, running quiet, and await orders to short-jump and interdict the enemy force once it reveals itself; the background radiation from the star will make it more difficult to detect our ships without close scrutiny. As for the matter of the Kawashima, you were never here. The wreck of the destroyed spycraft is being cleaned up as I speak, and an armed merchantman being destroyed there to explain any uncleaned debris. Dayab is a system occasionally plagued by pirates, and we can also use that to our advantage by broadcasting communications concerning increased pirate activity, which explains the destroyed merchantman and may mislead Dominatrixiat forces, at least temporarily, on the fate of their scouts. The less they know about what we know, the better."
"Waiting in the wings will be the other mobile units of the Humanist Union: in the event that the Dominatrixiat sends too large a force to be easily dealt with, but mostly to provide an immediate counterpunch into their occupied systems after their little misadventure. They'll also be there if, for some reason, the Dominatrixiat forces bypass Dayab altogether and attack elsewhere. In all likelihood, these forces will be too far out to commit to a battle over Dayab before it has concluded, which is well enough: the more forces we put in ambush, the easier the trap will be spotted," she looked over to Kelly and Zeph, "I'm sorry to say that the Kawashima will need to stay out of the ambush and out of detection: your experiences and ship's records will play an important role in the events to come, and losing either you and your forces or the Kawashima in the opening rounds would be a significant loss," she gave a final pause before adding, "Naturally, this plan is a rough sketch that I've worked out with brief consultation with commanders and on the assumption that my own superiors will act as I expect them to. Details could change later, now, in fact, depending on anything you might add."
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City 31
Teldus
Makay
Emmeal's fear was coiled in the back of his head like a snake, held at bay by his exhiliration and businesslike training. Before him was the objective; around him were his comrades in arms. Behind him lay the snake, out of sight, and irrelevant for the mission they must accomplish. A terrible glare lit up the rig ahead, his mask darkening to save his delicate eyes from the las-strike. Already, the air-superiority drones, given a great advantage by the interdiction of enemy orbital observers and the co-ordinatining warships above, were sweeping the sky of the enemy aircraft. There were sudden, terrible sounds- his visor darkened again, completely, as it struggled to cope with the sudden onslaught of two swift precision orbital strikes, lance-beams excising great rents in the enemy lines. An absurd, juddering, two-legged thing was cut down, crashing in molten segments to the ground below.
Around him, the heavy-weapons teams were setting up. Mortars, P-beams, and autokinetics began their lashing fire on the enemy below.
<<Company, advance! Pattern J, layout as follows, Charlie Section on Pattern J-6, Dog Section on Pattern J09...>> The orders came, real-time, changing constantly, directions appearing on the mask's tactical display.
Emmeal saw his first Jannisary then, popping around a corner, firing a brief, controlled burst. Cinzer flopped to the ground, his armour pierced at the neck and shoulder. He did not scream.
Emmeal was lucky- he was hardly a crack soldier, but his training was good and his weapon was on-target in a moment. There was a reassuring pressure on his shoulder, painless through the armour, and the thrall-soldier went down.
I have just killed another man.
He had no time for further reflection. There were more ahead, and resistance was stiffening. Soon, he was pinned by sweeping fire. The enemy defenses were thick. Breaking through to the city center would be a costly slog for the Caliphegian Shock Rifles.
<<All units, Code is Amber, repeat, Code is Amber. Amber stance promptly, this means ALL units.>>
Code Amber- friendly moral weapons deployment on your position. Shit.
Even though the signals were aimed at the enemy lines ahead, the effect was still nauseating, even through his armour, data-backups, and conditioning. The Syndicalists had few moral weapons, of poor quality- but what they had was in use here. The thralls in the lines before became listless and slow, minds clouded- a partial effect at best, far short from the broad-spectrum sequestration the Cannibals could employ, but enough.
Enough to pave the way for what came next.
There were thunderous explosions as the creeping bombardment hit- a Syndicalist Shock Army had a great deal of artillery, and much of it was concentrated on this thin segment of the line. Electronic explosives, smart-munitions, and even a handful of kiloton tacnukes went off over the enemy lines. City blocks were flattened.
Around him, Emmeal saw the heavy, dark forms moving forwards. Thrall strongpoints became burning hells, fleeing thralls were cut down by precision bursts of heavy-weapons fire. With unnatural speed, the power-armour began to tear a hole in the first line of thrall defenses. New orders appeared on his tac-screen- He looked around at the tanks advancing around him, the spearhead of a powerful thrust. His company moved up in support, the "little friends" which garuanteed the safety of armour in a city environment. He looked up, and saw the re-assuring glow of a mobile shield, projected from a number of the specialist armoured vehicles, flaring as it struggled to hold back the enemy artillery.
<<Enemy resistance in strongpoint 1343 heavy. Immediate assistance required!>>
Emmeal and the soldiers around him began their assault. He almost stopped, when he turned the corner and found the hulking khaki form of a dead power-armoured soldier slouched in a corner, gashed open as if with a massive can-opener. The rest of the section around him, he burst into the next room, rifle prepared, bayonet fixed.
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Of the four cities on the Northern Coast being attacked, one had already fallen- it's defenses breached. Another had suffered powerful attacks and was not far behind. Emmeal's target, City 31, was a bloodbath- the enemy lines were good, and the attack was stalling. City 38 had only met a brief assault so far, but showed similar signs of durability.
The second wave was groundside, and more troops were moving up to hit 31 and 38. A third, the 1st Nordkaldic Citizen's Mountain Army, was already beginning it's landing in the Salient.
Teldus
Makay
Emmeal's fear was coiled in the back of his head like a snake, held at bay by his exhiliration and businesslike training. Before him was the objective; around him were his comrades in arms. Behind him lay the snake, out of sight, and irrelevant for the mission they must accomplish. A terrible glare lit up the rig ahead, his mask darkening to save his delicate eyes from the las-strike. Already, the air-superiority drones, given a great advantage by the interdiction of enemy orbital observers and the co-ordinatining warships above, were sweeping the sky of the enemy aircraft. There were sudden, terrible sounds- his visor darkened again, completely, as it struggled to cope with the sudden onslaught of two swift precision orbital strikes, lance-beams excising great rents in the enemy lines. An absurd, juddering, two-legged thing was cut down, crashing in molten segments to the ground below.
Around him, the heavy-weapons teams were setting up. Mortars, P-beams, and autokinetics began their lashing fire on the enemy below.
<<Company, advance! Pattern J, layout as follows, Charlie Section on Pattern J-6, Dog Section on Pattern J09...>> The orders came, real-time, changing constantly, directions appearing on the mask's tactical display.
Emmeal saw his first Jannisary then, popping around a corner, firing a brief, controlled burst. Cinzer flopped to the ground, his armour pierced at the neck and shoulder. He did not scream.
Emmeal was lucky- he was hardly a crack soldier, but his training was good and his weapon was on-target in a moment. There was a reassuring pressure on his shoulder, painless through the armour, and the thrall-soldier went down.
I have just killed another man.
He had no time for further reflection. There were more ahead, and resistance was stiffening. Soon, he was pinned by sweeping fire. The enemy defenses were thick. Breaking through to the city center would be a costly slog for the Caliphegian Shock Rifles.
<<All units, Code is Amber, repeat, Code is Amber. Amber stance promptly, this means ALL units.>>
Code Amber- friendly moral weapons deployment on your position. Shit.
Even though the signals were aimed at the enemy lines ahead, the effect was still nauseating, even through his armour, data-backups, and conditioning. The Syndicalists had few moral weapons, of poor quality- but what they had was in use here. The thralls in the lines before became listless and slow, minds clouded- a partial effect at best, far short from the broad-spectrum sequestration the Cannibals could employ, but enough.
Enough to pave the way for what came next.
There were thunderous explosions as the creeping bombardment hit- a Syndicalist Shock Army had a great deal of artillery, and much of it was concentrated on this thin segment of the line. Electronic explosives, smart-munitions, and even a handful of kiloton tacnukes went off over the enemy lines. City blocks were flattened.
Around him, Emmeal saw the heavy, dark forms moving forwards. Thrall strongpoints became burning hells, fleeing thralls were cut down by precision bursts of heavy-weapons fire. With unnatural speed, the power-armour began to tear a hole in the first line of thrall defenses. New orders appeared on his tac-screen- He looked around at the tanks advancing around him, the spearhead of a powerful thrust. His company moved up in support, the "little friends" which garuanteed the safety of armour in a city environment. He looked up, and saw the re-assuring glow of a mobile shield, projected from a number of the specialist armoured vehicles, flaring as it struggled to hold back the enemy artillery.
<<Enemy resistance in strongpoint 1343 heavy. Immediate assistance required!>>
Emmeal and the soldiers around him began their assault. He almost stopped, when he turned the corner and found the hulking khaki form of a dead power-armoured soldier slouched in a corner, gashed open as if with a massive can-opener. The rest of the section around him, he burst into the next room, rifle prepared, bayonet fixed.
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Of the four cities on the Northern Coast being attacked, one had already fallen- it's defenses breached. Another had suffered powerful attacks and was not far behind. Emmeal's target, City 31, was a bloodbath- the enemy lines were good, and the attack was stalling. City 38 had only met a brief assault so far, but showed similar signs of durability.
The second wave was groundside, and more troops were moving up to hit 31 and 38. A third, the 1st Nordkaldic Citizen's Mountain Army, was already beginning it's landing in the Salient.
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City 31
Teldus
Makay
The city shield spread outwards, rippling after the attack that punched through it to destroy the titans below, showing signs of weakening as power is diverted to the Citadel's other systems. The shield receding to protect those areas still held by the Chamarans, with the outskirts taken and most of the tracked guns either destroyed, taken or withdrawing towards the new lines deeper in the city.
New waves of drones soaring overhead to contest for the skies, small offshare airbases overstretched as they try and service the drones orphaned by the Syndicalist precursor barrage.
“Pull back immediately, all packs pull back to boundary positions two.”
Sharue ear flicks, squeezing off another shot and leaving an invader to fall to the ground with his armour's chest piece a molten hole before she pulls back. Sharue's rifle hisses as it cools down and she looks to her packmates who are already dismounting the support cannon, then freezes at the sound as the doorway below is smashed open. So much for that order.
Today is the day, and this is the hour. Sharue grins, as her personal field flicks round to 360 once more and she turns towards the stairs, already hearing the screams and sound of tearing meat as the tripbomb goes off to kill the first ones into the building. Her packmates switching on the support cannon's scanner before walking a burst through the passage beneath them. The cannon's magnetic rounds punching through the intervening floor and ceiling without trouble and chewing into armour after that.
Sharue just grins, though none can see it behind her mask, as she takes shelter behind a wall and awaits the first foolish cattle to poke his head up out of the stairwell.
Distant detonations rippling through the city herald the collapse of buildings into the streets to form the second boundary and prevent the passage of enemy armour. Other packs making it to secondary strongpoints to carry on the fight from there. The Janissarries taking heavy losses just like they did above in order to cover the retreat of the alien overlords.
“Do you ever wonder what would of happened if we'd done things differently Ela?” citymistress Tir looks at the viewscreens, seeing the city burning around them in a slowly contracting band as the humans advance.
“How so?”
“Not conquered Makay, find somewhere else, maybe we could of discovered another way.” On the screen a remaining titan temporarily slows the enemy advance, its weaponry leaving glowing hulks blocking the street before it's brought down by a drone launched missile barrage, collapsing into the side of a building and bringing the upper floors down atop it.
“You're suggesting the queen was wrong to say the humans were inferior?”
“Perhaps, it's not like they'll be able to accuse us of treason for it.” Tir watches as a dazzling beam of light lashes out from the citadel and extinguishes that very same drone as it pulls up, the towers laser weaponry for now keeping the sky beneath the shield mostly clear.
“Hindsight honourable citymistress, we had no way of knowing humans were so numerous and we had not the time to find out. Sides you've got a city to save.”
“Still, it's nice to dream.”
“The city, Tir.”
“Yes of course.”
The array at the top of the citadel, freshly recalibrated, turns its focus upon those who challenged the Chamaran mastery of mind control. A wave of berserk fury, the indiscriminate desire to kill, beaming down on a section of the Syndicalist advance and affecting Janissary and invader both.
Teldus
Makay
The city shield spread outwards, rippling after the attack that punched through it to destroy the titans below, showing signs of weakening as power is diverted to the Citadel's other systems. The shield receding to protect those areas still held by the Chamarans, with the outskirts taken and most of the tracked guns either destroyed, taken or withdrawing towards the new lines deeper in the city.
New waves of drones soaring overhead to contest for the skies, small offshare airbases overstretched as they try and service the drones orphaned by the Syndicalist precursor barrage.
“Pull back immediately, all packs pull back to boundary positions two.”
Sharue ear flicks, squeezing off another shot and leaving an invader to fall to the ground with his armour's chest piece a molten hole before she pulls back. Sharue's rifle hisses as it cools down and she looks to her packmates who are already dismounting the support cannon, then freezes at the sound as the doorway below is smashed open. So much for that order.
Today is the day, and this is the hour. Sharue grins, as her personal field flicks round to 360 once more and she turns towards the stairs, already hearing the screams and sound of tearing meat as the tripbomb goes off to kill the first ones into the building. Her packmates switching on the support cannon's scanner before walking a burst through the passage beneath them. The cannon's magnetic rounds punching through the intervening floor and ceiling without trouble and chewing into armour after that.
Sharue just grins, though none can see it behind her mask, as she takes shelter behind a wall and awaits the first foolish cattle to poke his head up out of the stairwell.
Distant detonations rippling through the city herald the collapse of buildings into the streets to form the second boundary and prevent the passage of enemy armour. Other packs making it to secondary strongpoints to carry on the fight from there. The Janissarries taking heavy losses just like they did above in order to cover the retreat of the alien overlords.
“Do you ever wonder what would of happened if we'd done things differently Ela?” citymistress Tir looks at the viewscreens, seeing the city burning around them in a slowly contracting band as the humans advance.
“How so?”
“Not conquered Makay, find somewhere else, maybe we could of discovered another way.” On the screen a remaining titan temporarily slows the enemy advance, its weaponry leaving glowing hulks blocking the street before it's brought down by a drone launched missile barrage, collapsing into the side of a building and bringing the upper floors down atop it.
“You're suggesting the queen was wrong to say the humans were inferior?”
“Perhaps, it's not like they'll be able to accuse us of treason for it.” Tir watches as a dazzling beam of light lashes out from the citadel and extinguishes that very same drone as it pulls up, the towers laser weaponry for now keeping the sky beneath the shield mostly clear.
“Hindsight honourable citymistress, we had no way of knowing humans were so numerous and we had not the time to find out. Sides you've got a city to save.”
“Still, it's nice to dream.”
“The city, Tir.”
“Yes of course.”
The array at the top of the citadel, freshly recalibrated, turns its focus upon those who challenged the Chamaran mastery of mind control. A wave of berserk fury, the indiscriminate desire to kill, beaming down on a section of the Syndicalist advance and affecting Janissary and invader both.
-HNS Victor Aliyev, Dayab, Humanist Union space-
Kelly sat back, considering any possible problems with the admiral's plan.
"The only problem I can see is that whoever they send could see through your plan. But even so, they would still have to fight your forces eventually, all that would change is that they could get the first shot in."
she paused. "I'm not sure the Kawashima would be much help even if your plan needed its presence, it isn't a warship. And I doubt we could fool the Doms for very long with a little under half our crew gone."
-DSFV Amaterasu, near Star A Star, Alpha Cephi-
"-Make no mistake my sisters, the chauvinists of the Humanist Union are strong. Should our sisters aboard the Yoshiko Kawashima and Sonya Olschanezky be in need of our help, or dead, we will be facing the most powerful foes that the Dominatrixiat has yet encountered.
But I know that you will not falter. For you are my sisters in battle, we are the vanguard of Womankind! We shall end the tyranny of the patriarchy, by sword, shackle, and scalpel. No matter the cost, Womankind shall triumph!"
Lola Xi-Abel released the button in her headset mic and settled back into her seat at the command station. "Captain Autumn, set course for Dayab."
The massive command carrier's engines ignited, followed closely by its twins and the smaller attack craft. Expeditionary Force 2 had launched.
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Dispatched
Expeditionary Force 2 425pts
3 Athena Class Command Carriers (150pts total)
6 Valkyrie Class Attack Craft (150pts total)
25 Durga Class Skirmishers (125pts total)
Kelly sat back, considering any possible problems with the admiral's plan.
"The only problem I can see is that whoever they send could see through your plan. But even so, they would still have to fight your forces eventually, all that would change is that they could get the first shot in."
she paused. "I'm not sure the Kawashima would be much help even if your plan needed its presence, it isn't a warship. And I doubt we could fool the Doms for very long with a little under half our crew gone."
-DSFV Amaterasu, near Star A Star, Alpha Cephi-
"-Make no mistake my sisters, the chauvinists of the Humanist Union are strong. Should our sisters aboard the Yoshiko Kawashima and Sonya Olschanezky be in need of our help, or dead, we will be facing the most powerful foes that the Dominatrixiat has yet encountered.
But I know that you will not falter. For you are my sisters in battle, we are the vanguard of Womankind! We shall end the tyranny of the patriarchy, by sword, shackle, and scalpel. No matter the cost, Womankind shall triumph!"
Lola Xi-Abel released the button in her headset mic and settled back into her seat at the command station. "Captain Autumn, set course for Dayab."
The massive command carrier's engines ignited, followed closely by its twins and the smaller attack craft. Expeditionary Force 2 had launched.
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Dispatched
Expeditionary Force 2 425pts
3 Athena Class Command Carriers (150pts total)
6 Valkyrie Class Attack Craft (150pts total)
25 Durga Class Skirmishers (125pts total)
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"Rarr! Rargharghiss!" -Gorn
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"Rarr! Rargharghiss!" -Gorn
HNS Victor Aliyev
Third Mobile Unit
Meeting Room
Brookes waved her hand sharply, more out of excess energy than impatience, "The possibility of a ruse being discovered is, unfortunately, always a high probability. If they don't manage to pinpoint skulking ships ready to pounce, then they might simply get a bad feeling. Thankfully, the previous encounter has already been reported as a stray pirate vessel to the civilian media. Our authenticity is helped somewhat by the fact that news networks won't be faking when they blather on about the seemingly increased audacity of local criminal factions."
"All of that aside, we have the advantage of knowing that they're coming and where they're coming from, and you can't hide an attacking fleet for long. Rest assured, if they fire a first shot, we'll be firing it at the same time."
Third Mobile Unit
Meeting Room
Brookes waved her hand sharply, more out of excess energy than impatience, "The possibility of a ruse being discovered is, unfortunately, always a high probability. If they don't manage to pinpoint skulking ships ready to pounce, then they might simply get a bad feeling. Thankfully, the previous encounter has already been reported as a stray pirate vessel to the civilian media. Our authenticity is helped somewhat by the fact that news networks won't be faking when they blather on about the seemingly increased audacity of local criminal factions."
"All of that aside, we have the advantage of knowing that they're coming and where they're coming from, and you can't hide an attacking fleet for long. Rest assured, if they fire a first shot, we'll be firing it at the same time."
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City 31
Teldus
Makay
Emmeal's body flopped to the ground. His legs were simply gone- he was attenuated, ending at his knees. There was a faint hissing sound as his armour dumped painkillers and congealants into his system. The rest of his section was dead, cut to pieces by booby-traps and the fierce rain of kinetics which had burst through the walls. Emmeal had never seen the Chamarran who had put him down.
<<MEDIC!>>
His cry was heard, through the Syndicalist battle-nets. Troops from Dog Section moved past, stopping only to check him and report that he was still alive. Two young women, medics in Dog, ran up and set themselves to the serious business of getting him back to the bivouac alive. One had her mask up- she seemed almost impossibly young and clean, and she smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, comrade. The cannibals are on the run and we'll have you patched up in no time. This won't hurt-" He gasped through the pain-drugs as she proved him wrong. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She looked up at her assistant. "OK, Mojivic, you get the arms, I'll get his blood out of his face and why not there's so much everywhere what's a little more, you filthy bitch, you slut, you fucking whore..." Her tone became quizzical and confused, and she swayed unsteadily for a moment. Emmeal became aware of a sudden, piercing headache through the pain-meds. She turned an looked down at him, frowning in concentration. Bright, red blood flowed freely from her left nostril. "Why not a little more, whore?" The sharp crack of her sidearm filled the blasted-out room. Her assistant, Mojivic, slumped, shocked, intestines spilling. Emmeal had never even seen her face.
The young medic looked down at the dead body of her compatriot, eyes full of shock and terror. She looked down at the smoking pistol in her hand in disbelief, and then down at Emmeal. She raised her arm, hand shaking, eyes unfocused. For a terrible moment, Emmeal saw his death in the flechette-pistol's tiny aperture.
Her shoulders slumped for a moment, and her weapon fell from nerveless fingers. She looked up at him, and grabbed him under the arms with stiff, mechanical motions. Mind blank and animated by her armour's digital backups, she pulled Emmeal's bulk out of the building and back towards the lines. Emmeal felt wetness on his face, drops from above. It wasn't until one rolled into his mouth that he tasted it's salt and knew that it was the young medic's tears.
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But the assault was not over. The second wave of reinforcements had been filtering into the city. The 2nd and 3rd Corps of the 9th Combined Mountain Army had been arriving from the drop-zones as the attack developed. The men and women of the 9th were of a different breed than the Caliphegian shock-troops which had preceded them into the city. They had been recruited from the sullen, unpleasant border-worlds of the Syndicalist sphere. Many were Esperancers, used to the constant threat of Konig raids. They came from low-tech planets, where FTL ships came infrequently and datanets were small and limited. The Mountain Troops were specialists in unsupported combat- their electronics were largely simple. Their weapons were largely man-portable; even their artillery could be repositioned by mule or groups of men working in concert. They were highly trained and fearless, capable of long marches through hot deserts or cold highlands, with enemy warships in orbit above and enemy aircraft searching for them tirelessly. They were natural infiltrators, scouts, and assassins. Unpassable terrain was, to them, merely another challenge in a life of hardship.
There had been tactical nuclear strikes within the outer enemy lines, brual blasts which turned circles of suburb into radioactive ruin. Even as the main assault had speared towards the city center, companies of Mountain combat pioneers had moved quickly and quietly, masked from sensors by the sleeting radiation and burning fires of the struck zones. They had filtered between the outer and secondary rings of defenses, small groups of soldiers, setting up sniper positions and machine-gun nests.
The Chamarrans turned their moral weapons on the Syndicalist main thrust. MNBC protection and standard conditioning protected many and saved many lives, but efficiency dropped sharply. Many troops were lost, and others were forced to digital backups, their reactions slowed as their combat implants were forced to direct much of their actions. Some held strong, and the offensive continued- but the thralls had been churned into a horrible frenzy, and the primary thrust would certainly be stalled.
Sharue's unit continued it's orderly and well-organized retreat to the interior defensive line. They were only a few blocks from safety when the trap was sprung. There was a soft sound, like a cough, and a fully armoured Chamarran dropped to her knees. Blood flowed freely through the neat hole in her forehead, through armour, through skull, through brain. The machine-gun opened up from it's concealed position, tiny electronic explosive warheads cracking power-armour and sending bodies flying.
Outside the city, another wave of orbital strikes began to take their toll on the surviving air-bases. With most of their locations revealed, the Chamarrans had lost any hope of air superiority. Outside of the shield, the soaring Syndicalist aerospace hunters ruled supreme. Under it, the few survivors struggled against increasing odds. Soon, air attacks would be hitting the citadel itself.
Teldus
Makay
Emmeal's body flopped to the ground. His legs were simply gone- he was attenuated, ending at his knees. There was a faint hissing sound as his armour dumped painkillers and congealants into his system. The rest of his section was dead, cut to pieces by booby-traps and the fierce rain of kinetics which had burst through the walls. Emmeal had never seen the Chamarran who had put him down.
<<MEDIC!>>
His cry was heard, through the Syndicalist battle-nets. Troops from Dog Section moved past, stopping only to check him and report that he was still alive. Two young women, medics in Dog, ran up and set themselves to the serious business of getting him back to the bivouac alive. One had her mask up- she seemed almost impossibly young and clean, and she smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, comrade. The cannibals are on the run and we'll have you patched up in no time. This won't hurt-" He gasped through the pain-drugs as she proved him wrong. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She looked up at her assistant. "OK, Mojivic, you get the arms, I'll get his blood out of his face and why not there's so much everywhere what's a little more, you filthy bitch, you slut, you fucking whore..." Her tone became quizzical and confused, and she swayed unsteadily for a moment. Emmeal became aware of a sudden, piercing headache through the pain-meds. She turned an looked down at him, frowning in concentration. Bright, red blood flowed freely from her left nostril. "Why not a little more, whore?" The sharp crack of her sidearm filled the blasted-out room. Her assistant, Mojivic, slumped, shocked, intestines spilling. Emmeal had never even seen her face.
The young medic looked down at the dead body of her compatriot, eyes full of shock and terror. She looked down at the smoking pistol in her hand in disbelief, and then down at Emmeal. She raised her arm, hand shaking, eyes unfocused. For a terrible moment, Emmeal saw his death in the flechette-pistol's tiny aperture.
Her shoulders slumped for a moment, and her weapon fell from nerveless fingers. She looked up at him, and grabbed him under the arms with stiff, mechanical motions. Mind blank and animated by her armour's digital backups, she pulled Emmeal's bulk out of the building and back towards the lines. Emmeal felt wetness on his face, drops from above. It wasn't until one rolled into his mouth that he tasted it's salt and knew that it was the young medic's tears.
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But the assault was not over. The second wave of reinforcements had been filtering into the city. The 2nd and 3rd Corps of the 9th Combined Mountain Army had been arriving from the drop-zones as the attack developed. The men and women of the 9th were of a different breed than the Caliphegian shock-troops which had preceded them into the city. They had been recruited from the sullen, unpleasant border-worlds of the Syndicalist sphere. Many were Esperancers, used to the constant threat of Konig raids. They came from low-tech planets, where FTL ships came infrequently and datanets were small and limited. The Mountain Troops were specialists in unsupported combat- their electronics were largely simple. Their weapons were largely man-portable; even their artillery could be repositioned by mule or groups of men working in concert. They were highly trained and fearless, capable of long marches through hot deserts or cold highlands, with enemy warships in orbit above and enemy aircraft searching for them tirelessly. They were natural infiltrators, scouts, and assassins. Unpassable terrain was, to them, merely another challenge in a life of hardship.
There had been tactical nuclear strikes within the outer enemy lines, brual blasts which turned circles of suburb into radioactive ruin. Even as the main assault had speared towards the city center, companies of Mountain combat pioneers had moved quickly and quietly, masked from sensors by the sleeting radiation and burning fires of the struck zones. They had filtered between the outer and secondary rings of defenses, small groups of soldiers, setting up sniper positions and machine-gun nests.
The Chamarrans turned their moral weapons on the Syndicalist main thrust. MNBC protection and standard conditioning protected many and saved many lives, but efficiency dropped sharply. Many troops were lost, and others were forced to digital backups, their reactions slowed as their combat implants were forced to direct much of their actions. Some held strong, and the offensive continued- but the thralls had been churned into a horrible frenzy, and the primary thrust would certainly be stalled.
Sharue's unit continued it's orderly and well-organized retreat to the interior defensive line. They were only a few blocks from safety when the trap was sprung. There was a soft sound, like a cough, and a fully armoured Chamarran dropped to her knees. Blood flowed freely through the neat hole in her forehead, through armour, through skull, through brain. The machine-gun opened up from it's concealed position, tiny electronic explosive warheads cracking power-armour and sending bodies flying.
Outside the city, another wave of orbital strikes began to take their toll on the surviving air-bases. With most of their locations revealed, the Chamarrans had lost any hope of air superiority. Outside of the shield, the soaring Syndicalist aerospace hunters ruled supreme. Under it, the few survivors struggled against increasing odds. Soon, air attacks would be hitting the citadel itself.
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Blood bath of city 31
Teldus
Makay
Sharue's shield saved her life, the precious seconds before it got overwhelmed allowing her full mobility to leap for cover. Others aren't so lucky, skinsuits stiffening selectively to protect against the enemy rounds but hampering movement for too long and letting enemy marksman pick them off. “Ancestors....” she looks around from behind the wall, trying to tell how many packmates made it to cover “Control This is Medea pack, i'm pinned down, they ambushed me a bit from position 2.”
“Understood Medea pack, please be aware no assets are available to assist.”
“No worries, i figured today was the day. Ask your ancestors about me.”
“May they shine upon you, control out.”
Sharue takes a deep breath, smiling as her shield finishes recharging and flickers on again, then she runs back round the back of the building and sprints to where she thought the machinegun fire came from. Simply tossing her tankbuster onto the wall, a brief thunk head as it attaches a split second before it fires an explosive spike into the room beyond. As the enemy react she snaps her weapon up, shots pattering off her shield as she first gives laser face surgery to the soldier poking his head round the corner then whirling as the beep of the shield warning starts up she puts an underslung flechette blast into another.
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Sharue blinks, trying to pick herself up and then screaming as pain radiates out from her lower body. The impact of the round and blowback caused hit to the wall such that she blacked out for a moment, a moment she wished had lasted longer as she looks down at the blood staining her thighs and belly. She spots her rifle laying nearby, reaching out for it. Too far, she turns her gaze to the surviving members of the infiltrator squad as if only just noticing them. She smiles beneath the mask, she doesnt care. She lets her hand fall limp to the concrete floor, and closes her eyes.
and all across the city the the situation is at best a stalemate and worst a steady loss of ground in front of the Syndicalist's growing numbers as the chamaran's fall back to the secondary positions. At least the warning of Sharue and others allow some ambushes to be anticipated and dealt with harshly. The citadel's lasers are starting to whine, hissing between shots as they get nearer to overheating from all the fire required to keep the enemy drones from the inner city. Tir taking stock of her remaining assets, the skimmers have either fled over the sea or lie in ruins across the city, the Janissarries at least 2/3rds dead and the remainder charging the enemy advance with berserk fury, the artillery mostly taken or destroyed, the overpacks in retreat and the drones dropping from the sky or simply robbed of the ability to refuel and rearm.
At least the mind control array still works, casting its psychotic song over the enemy and drawing the power that's steadily being freed up from the shrinking cityshield.
Teldus
Makay
Sharue's shield saved her life, the precious seconds before it got overwhelmed allowing her full mobility to leap for cover. Others aren't so lucky, skinsuits stiffening selectively to protect against the enemy rounds but hampering movement for too long and letting enemy marksman pick them off. “Ancestors....” she looks around from behind the wall, trying to tell how many packmates made it to cover “Control This is Medea pack, i'm pinned down, they ambushed me a bit from position 2.”
“Understood Medea pack, please be aware no assets are available to assist.”
“No worries, i figured today was the day. Ask your ancestors about me.”
“May they shine upon you, control out.”
Sharue takes a deep breath, smiling as her shield finishes recharging and flickers on again, then she runs back round the back of the building and sprints to where she thought the machinegun fire came from. Simply tossing her tankbuster onto the wall, a brief thunk head as it attaches a split second before it fires an explosive spike into the room beyond. As the enemy react she snaps her weapon up, shots pattering off her shield as she first gives laser face surgery to the soldier poking his head round the corner then whirling as the beep of the shield warning starts up she puts an underslung flechette blast into another.
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Sharue blinks, trying to pick herself up and then screaming as pain radiates out from her lower body. The impact of the round and blowback caused hit to the wall such that she blacked out for a moment, a moment she wished had lasted longer as she looks down at the blood staining her thighs and belly. She spots her rifle laying nearby, reaching out for it. Too far, she turns her gaze to the surviving members of the infiltrator squad as if only just noticing them. She smiles beneath the mask, she doesnt care. She lets her hand fall limp to the concrete floor, and closes her eyes.
and all across the city the the situation is at best a stalemate and worst a steady loss of ground in front of the Syndicalist's growing numbers as the chamaran's fall back to the secondary positions. At least the warning of Sharue and others allow some ambushes to be anticipated and dealt with harshly. The citadel's lasers are starting to whine, hissing between shots as they get nearer to overheating from all the fire required to keep the enemy drones from the inner city. Tir taking stock of her remaining assets, the skimmers have either fled over the sea or lie in ruins across the city, the Janissarries at least 2/3rds dead and the remainder charging the enemy advance with berserk fury, the artillery mostly taken or destroyed, the overpacks in retreat and the drones dropping from the sky or simply robbed of the ability to refuel and rearm.
At least the mind control array still works, casting its psychotic song over the enemy and drawing the power that's steadily being freed up from the shrinking cityshield.
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"Admiral Anjivic, I would say it is a pleasure to see you, but that would undermine the severity of the reason we are both here. Co-ordinating our fleets would be a wonderful thing, indeed as we speak I will be relaying information to you.. I want our combined forces as close to one another as possible for what is sure to come. However, I wish to speak to you more directly on another matter." Tosok spoke, making sure the line was goodly encrypted to keep things secure with the Syndicates. As soon as it was away he turned to Lindson.
"Lind, It is time we sent a message of our own, and I am sure you know who to. the skies are full of ships right not, things are busy, I am sure if a few of our tiny picket ships jummped away, they would hardly be noticed." He said under his breath as Lind noded behind him.
"Of course sir, I'll do so immediately"
Tosok cast his attention back to the fleet as he linked up with the ships computer. It give him a slight chill each time he did so. The Flag Exelion didn't have a standard CyberHuman Computer as most of the other ships did. It was an Avatar program, a clone of the Great CityMind. It was dormant for now, its immense sizing taking up most of the ships storage space, active it would immediately take over all primary function, acting on a level no human could hope to surpass. For now though it was unneeded as Tosok looked out over his displays.
"To think it has at last come to this.. Soon we shall be to bring order to this Choas." he spoke softly as the blossom of Nuclear ordnance bloomed on the planet below.
"Lind, It is time we sent a message of our own, and I am sure you know who to. the skies are full of ships right not, things are busy, I am sure if a few of our tiny picket ships jummped away, they would hardly be noticed." He said under his breath as Lind noded behind him.
"Of course sir, I'll do so immediately"
Tosok cast his attention back to the fleet as he linked up with the ships computer. It give him a slight chill each time he did so. The Flag Exelion didn't have a standard CyberHuman Computer as most of the other ships did. It was an Avatar program, a clone of the Great CityMind. It was dormant for now, its immense sizing taking up most of the ships storage space, active it would immediately take over all primary function, acting on a level no human could hope to surpass. For now though it was unneeded as Tosok looked out over his displays.
"To think it has at last come to this.. Soon we shall be to bring order to this Choas." he spoke softly as the blossom of Nuclear ordnance bloomed on the planet below.
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Blood bath of city 31
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A burly Esperancer in field greys looked down at the carnage- half the unit had been lost in the ambush, but every one of the Cannibal elite they kept from reaching the inner defenses would hasten the end of the occupation of City 31. The cats were deadly out in the open; behind cover, they were almost unbreakable.
His eyes lit on the twitching, broken form of the Cannibal leader lying on the ground. They didn't leave her as his hands moved, smoothly loading another anti-armour shell into his rifle's under barrel launcher. A philosophical soul might have wondered as to the chain of events which put him in such a position of power over another sentient's life. A soul given to contemplation might have pondered on mortal fragility, both for the butchered humans and the still-breathing Cannibal warrior. However, the Syndicalist mountaineer was neither philosophical or contemplative, especially considering that a half-dozen of his close friends, comrades, and lovers were splattered across the storefront at the enemy's hand.
He didn't even blink as he pulled the trigger.
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The infiltrating troops of the 9th Combined Mountain Army launched similar attacks all up and down the breaking Chamarran front line. The overpacks were clever, and some got through to the inner line- but instead of the clean, efficient repositioning they had hoped for, it was a desperate firefight through burned-out blocks. The survivors arrived at the inner defense lines in dribs and drabs, carrying wounded battle-sisters, in numbers far less than had been hoped by the clever commanders in the Citadel. Moreover, there was news from Citadel 30- the lines were broken, the city had fallen, and the shields and defense lasers had been flensed off the armoured bulk with artillery fire. Citadel 29 had stopped broadcasting an hour before, and the last image to arrive was that of a snarling, bloodstained primate face.
The command-channels detected movement. Sub-orbital transports of an unfamiliar human make had been streaming in from Citadel 29. Efforts at interdicting by air had met limited success- there were not enough drones to spare, and the Syndicalist machines were present in force.
As the sun began to set, the assault renewed in fury. As the shock troops and the mountaineers had co-ordinated to crush the surviving pockets of resistance in the outer perimeter, there had been a mounting sense of triumph. Comrade-Foremen exhorted their troops, reading passages from the Black Book and singing revolutionary songs. Even the oppressive weight of the Chamarran moral weapons, increasing as it was, could be defeated with sufficient conditioning and a strong sense of purpose. All along the axis of the original advance, the mountaineers and shock-troops struck the inner defenses in waves, spearheaded by the remaining powered troops and tanks.
Even as the now-combined forces continued their assault into the maw of the beast, forces from City 29 began to arrive, along with further reinforcements from the Third Wave- Nordkaldian mountain troops, many veterans of the Revolution, bolstered the offensive. There were now two strong attacks, one along the main axis of advance, the other, arriving from the west. It was clear from the Citadel, even with their degrading information network, that the two columns would soon slice a wedge out of the inner defenses, trapping the survivors into a pocket and opening the way to the Citadel. More dangerously, heavy weapons had worked their way under the shield and now had the Citadel itself under direct bombardment. Time was short for City 31.
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High Orbit
Teldus
Makay
Comrade-Admiral der Anjivic wasted no time in responding.
<<Indeed, Admiral. What's the matter on your mind?>>
<<>>
Teldus
Makay
A burly Esperancer in field greys looked down at the carnage- half the unit had been lost in the ambush, but every one of the Cannibal elite they kept from reaching the inner defenses would hasten the end of the occupation of City 31. The cats were deadly out in the open; behind cover, they were almost unbreakable.
His eyes lit on the twitching, broken form of the Cannibal leader lying on the ground. They didn't leave her as his hands moved, smoothly loading another anti-armour shell into his rifle's under barrel launcher. A philosophical soul might have wondered as to the chain of events which put him in such a position of power over another sentient's life. A soul given to contemplation might have pondered on mortal fragility, both for the butchered humans and the still-breathing Cannibal warrior. However, the Syndicalist mountaineer was neither philosophical or contemplative, especially considering that a half-dozen of his close friends, comrades, and lovers were splattered across the storefront at the enemy's hand.
He didn't even blink as he pulled the trigger.
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The infiltrating troops of the 9th Combined Mountain Army launched similar attacks all up and down the breaking Chamarran front line. The overpacks were clever, and some got through to the inner line- but instead of the clean, efficient repositioning they had hoped for, it was a desperate firefight through burned-out blocks. The survivors arrived at the inner defense lines in dribs and drabs, carrying wounded battle-sisters, in numbers far less than had been hoped by the clever commanders in the Citadel. Moreover, there was news from Citadel 30- the lines were broken, the city had fallen, and the shields and defense lasers had been flensed off the armoured bulk with artillery fire. Citadel 29 had stopped broadcasting an hour before, and the last image to arrive was that of a snarling, bloodstained primate face.
The command-channels detected movement. Sub-orbital transports of an unfamiliar human make had been streaming in from Citadel 29. Efforts at interdicting by air had met limited success- there were not enough drones to spare, and the Syndicalist machines were present in force.
As the sun began to set, the assault renewed in fury. As the shock troops and the mountaineers had co-ordinated to crush the surviving pockets of resistance in the outer perimeter, there had been a mounting sense of triumph. Comrade-Foremen exhorted their troops, reading passages from the Black Book and singing revolutionary songs. Even the oppressive weight of the Chamarran moral weapons, increasing as it was, could be defeated with sufficient conditioning and a strong sense of purpose. All along the axis of the original advance, the mountaineers and shock-troops struck the inner defenses in waves, spearheaded by the remaining powered troops and tanks.
Even as the now-combined forces continued their assault into the maw of the beast, forces from City 29 began to arrive, along with further reinforcements from the Third Wave- Nordkaldian mountain troops, many veterans of the Revolution, bolstered the offensive. There were now two strong attacks, one along the main axis of advance, the other, arriving from the west. It was clear from the Citadel, even with their degrading information network, that the two columns would soon slice a wedge out of the inner defenses, trapping the survivors into a pocket and opening the way to the Citadel. More dangerously, heavy weapons had worked their way under the shield and now had the Citadel itself under direct bombardment. Time was short for City 31.
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Teldus
Makay
Comrade-Admiral der Anjivic wasted no time in responding.
<<Indeed, Admiral. What's the matter on your mind?>>
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<<I had hoped to organize the invasion of the planet with you, but I see that is already happening. My good Admerial, I come before you to persuade you, the planets should not be our primary focus. The will not be moving, they are not going anywhere. I can see with ease that below you are already engaged firmly, however, I wish to brooch the proposal that we focus on the incursion fleet, and not the Planets.>>Thirdfain wrote: High Orbit
Teldus
Makay
Comrade-Admiral der Anjivic wasted no time in responding.
<<Indeed, Admiral. What's the matter on your mind?>>
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He paused for a moment, a data stream filtering through his link before he continued.
<< I would not presume to give you orders, however i give you my thoughts that if we can neutralize the Naval forces of these invaders, we can take thier worlds back at our liezure, and, hopefully, with far less civilian waste of life>>
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