Ding dong, and I am back. It has some action here, but I wonder if I managed to describe it clearly enough. As usual, comments are welcome, and thourough comments (I'm looking at you, Bladed_Crescent) are adored
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The Approach, p.2
All sides in the Secret War were in a strange position with respect to their enemy. No formal state of war actually existed between any of the participants - In the populated systems, citizens from all warring countries engaged in trade, travel, even marriage – and out there, on the frontier, a ruthless conflict was being fought. For this reason every engagement had to be very carefully conducted. Open warfare was too scary a prospect – after all, the Earth’s orbit was full of armed satellites that could strike at any point in the globe with impunity. It was entirely possible that when the Secret War erupted into an open conflict, hundreds of millions of people would die in its opening minutes. And, since every starpower had a fleet of armed starships, billions could be killed in later attacks on populated systems.
Despite of all that, the prospect of widespread destruction and death did not seem to outweigh common greed. Current political situation was a stalemate – no power could hope to achieve a decisive advantage over another in war. No surprise attack could cripple the enemy fleet without threat of retaliation, fleet numbers were similar and industrial might of any one starpower did not outmatch any other one. This is why the Secret War was being waged – to gain supremacy in technology, intelligence or industry. Victory for one side could very possibly spell death for its enemies.
One kind of operation attempted quite often were expeditions that were supposed to locate worlds fit for human colonization. Hopefully, the starpower that managed to colonize and industrialize an additional world would gain a huge industrial and population advantage in the prospect of a hundred years. Also, if the location of such a world could somehow be kept secret, no other side could hope to strike it and ever defeat their enemy completely. Unfortunately, such expeditions were frustratingly ineffective – in the last century, only two new worlds were discovered that had any hope of sustaining a significant human population – one of them was L-21-834.
Of course, the significance of such a discovery meant that no side could allow another to actually survey and colonize a new world. Anatoyli’s mission was related to that – though at this stage, they were tasked strictly with reconneisance. While the
Duke Of York could effortlessly annihilate the survey camp from orbit, the nature of the Secret War demanded care. If Americans decided not to colonize the planet, there was no need for violence. And to be honest, not a single soldier in Anatoyli’s Spetznaz team thought Americans would actually want to live in this stinking hole. For now, though, they had their mission, and they had to complete it.
The jungle was dense, and as the Spetznaz found – treacherous. While insects were not a problem – they didn’t even try to bite any of them– their way was riddled with sharp inclines, hidden holes, dead trees blocking the way and extremely dense foliage. The underbrush vented stinking steam into the air, which made it very hard to breathe without a mask. Thick leaves left oily smears on uniforms and gear - they stank of ammonia and somehow always found their way inside the clothes, irritating skin and making eyes water.
They moved slowly – both because of terrain and any hidden sensor traps that Americans could leave all around the area. They had to hide from American UAVs, too – they were circling above in great numbers, sometimes low above the trees. The fact that so many of them were in the air worried everyone – were they detected on re-entry? Was the enemy trailing them, simply waiting for the right moment to engage?
The closer they got to the camp, the more careful they had to be. Negotiating forty kilometers of the jungle was an arduous task, and it took Anatoyli’s team most of the day to do that. Eventually, though, they came up to a fast-flowing stream which they knew circled the American camp from the west, providing it with fresh water. They were close now – but that only necessitated more care.
“We cross the stream and make camp on the other side. We’ll make our way to the eastern crest tomorrow and set up there. My section goes first, then Gorya, then the rest. Any questions?” – Anatoyli looked at his men, but they were too tired to discuss anything. All of them nodded – and that was as good as if an order has been given. The first section moved towards the stream, preparing to cross.
American C&C
UAVs were scouring the valley for the better part of the day now, co-ordinating with the
Magellan and survey teams on the ground. Henderson decided to let the scientists continue their work, though they had to stay close to the camp and in constant contact with C&C. A drone was assigned to each work group to serve as a comms relay.
Lieutenant Sanchez-Barret was at his control console, plugged in, coalescing data from all these sources into a clear picture of the area. Six technicians controlled groups of four drones each, monitoring their sensors for things the AI missed. Their biggest problem was the heat and thickness of the jungle – it messed with IR sensors, which always were the best way to pick up enemy infantry. They had to resort to low overflights of the tree canopy to get a good image with ground-searching radars.
They had confirmation now of an enemy landing – a drone detected some metal containers buried at a beach some fifty kilometers south of the camp. Henderson though the infiltrators would move north under cover of the jungle, and into the valley. Their task was unknown, which made finding them all the harder – would they go straight for the camp and attack it, or wait somewhere and observe? This decision was absolutely critical for drone deployment.
Without warning, a yellow splash appeared in the battlespace image generated by all sensors in and around the base. The system told Barret the source was a ground survey team, one that worked near the stream six miles to the south-west – their sensors picked up unidentified contacts on the ground.
“Survey team Beta, I’ve got contacts from your sensor-packs. Report status.” – he shot off a message using his neural link.
“C&C, this is survey team Beta. We don’t see anything suspicious. There’s movement upstream, but it looks all screwy because of the damn heat. Maybe they’re animals?”
“Check it out.” – Barret had a creeping suspicion this wasn’t the local fauna.
“Roger. We’ll proceed with caution.”
“Confirmed. Directing two more drones to assist you.” – Barret closed the voice-link and waved to Henderson – “I think we may have something, sir.”
Jungle
“Movement!” – one of Anatoyli’s men suddenly shouted over the battle-link, breaking radio silence. The first rifle section had already crossed the stream and they were now covering the second half of the team. Their sniper element had crossed half an hour ago, and were somewhere to the east, but Anatoyli didn't know where exactly.
“Maintain radio silence!” – Anatoyli responded sharply, and donned his sensor-pack. The British-made unit had all sorts of vision and sensory aids, but most of them were useless in this environment. One of them, however, proved priceless. As the sensor-pack activated and its tendrils touched Anatoyli’s skin, he started to hear voices over the jungle’s noise.
“Quit whining, Jackson. We’re getting close.”
“You really think there’s someone here?”
“I told you to quit whining. Shut up and keep your eyes peeled.”
Anatoyli used hand signals to direct his rifle section towards the approaching threats, and they moved swiftly, but in complete silence. All three riflemen took good cover, and their MG gunner, Vassilij, propped up his weapon on a dead tree. The second section was almost done crossing.
There was no talking now, and no sounds other than the jungle. Their opponents made a mistake, but they were just as highly trained as Anatoyli’s men, and wouldn't make another. The Russian captain considered his options.
He could retreat, and had two good vectors for this move. Upstream – towards the American base – and north-east, deeper into the jungle. The second direction would probably be clear, since his snipers went that way. That would, of course, leave tracks and alert the enemy to their presence. It would also force him to leave cover, exposing his men.
On the other hand, he could engage and fight a battle with an unknown number of enemies, in unknown terrain, and most likely lose at least one man, probably more. That discounting armed drones which would probably take part in the fighting.
The decision wasn’t hard – its execution was, since Anatoyli had to be careful with what sounds he made.
First, he tapped his corporal on the helmet, and showed him the direction he was supposed to cover. Then he motioned to the second section and showed them to move towards the north-east. He called Gorya to himself.
“Gorya, you’re extremely valuable to us. If shooting starts, bolt north-east towards our scouts. Don’t engage the Americans in any way. Understood?” – Gorya nodded. Americans were getting closer now – everyone could occasionally hear movement. Anatoyli has decided enough was enough, and motioned the first section to start moving to the north-west as well.
Five minutes later, he’s realized he miscalculated his position relative to the enemy. He was moving last, and before his team could put enough distance between themselves and the stream, he noticed a thermal silhouette of an American soldier behind him. Anatoyli dove into the foliage, but it was too late.
“Contact!” – the enemy yelled and levelled his rifle. A short burst cracked through the air, and six subcalibre flechettes whizzed past Anatoyli, blowing holes in leaves and trees like they weren't there. The shrubbery practically exploded, throwing up clouds of its oily, smelly innards.
Anatoyli was glad he dove forwards, since the burst went through the space his torso would’ve occupied if he simply started running. At this range, though, the next burst would definitely be on target. He rolled to his back, smearing stinking, oily chemicals all over his face, and fired twice in the American’s general direction. This caused him to dive to the ground as well, and Anatoyli quickly got up and started running through the underbrush, zig-zagging as much as the foliage allowed him.
Another burst cut through the air, and two flechettes blew through a thick tree right behind Anatoyli. He felt one of them ricochet off his helmet, but it didn’t matter now. He reached his section, which already broke their retreat and were waiting in cover for him to catch up.
The American was more careful now. He didn’t come rushing right after Anatoyli, but rather fell back and reunited with his team. A drone buzzed right above the trees, a radar unit clearly visible below its stout airframe. Anatoyli stopped for a second to catch his breath and assessed the situation.
“They will move to flank us now. We’ll put up covering fire to the south, and lay some chaff to the east and west. Then we bolt as fast as possible.” – He barked orders to his section. The second section would probably be able to get away on their own.
“What about the drone? It can probably track us.” – Gorya looked up. The drone buzzed low over the jungle again.
“Get rid of it.”
“Da.” – Gorya nodded and quickly undid his oversized backpack. He pulled out a short, stubby weapon with a black emitter in place of a barrel. He slapped a boxy-looking energy pack into it and checked a row of lights that lit up on its side.
Two long bursts whizzed through the forest, blowing holes in trees and splattering pieces of foliage around. One of Anatoyli’s riflemen loaded five rounds into his grenade launcher and signaled he was ready.
Right after that, an American grenade burst high between the trees. Luckily, it went high – and Anatoyli decided that was their cue. He opened up with his rifle, and Vassilij joined him with his sleek machine gun.
They fired long bursts towards the south, at any sign of movement they could see. The air was becoming thick with flechettes, wood splinters and the oily sludge, which was being splattered everywhere. Their comrade started laying a smokescreen with his grenades.
As the fighting intensified, the drone had just finisged its turn and was coming in for an attack run. Gorya ducked when a flechette exploded a nearby plant, then looked up and raised his strange weapon.
From amongst the ungodly noise of machine-guns rifles and grenades, a loud crack – not unlike thunder – split the air, and the drone suddenly turned, vomited a shower of sparks and smoke, and then crashed into the red trees.
The area was filling up with smoke now, that was only disturbed by flechettes whizzing both ways. Anatoyli’s section started falling back, firing occasionally. They had trouble breathing, though – the smoke choked the air, which was not very clean to begin with. Acrid chemicals made their lungs hurt, even despite breathing masks. Nevertheless, two minutes after the first shots, they could say confidently they managed to break contact. Wheezing, coughing and dead-tired, they caught up with their second section.
“East. We move east, and march all night.” – Anatoyli managed to spit out. Then he fished around his webbing and swallowed a boost-pill – “Use yours. We have to get to the crest before dawn, and we can’t stop to camp.”