The Third Great War

[cats]

IC: 'Sir, we have arrived.' I looked at the soldier. I envied him in a way. He could fight still. I may out rank him but my hands are tied. I can no longer risk my life, my job is simple. End the fighting on Mars.

"Prepare to drop the troops and then our mobile head quarters." He rushed off to join the others on the mobile head quarters. For now I will wait up here on this ships bridge. I calmly walked out into the hall toward were the ships captain was.

I entered the battle bridge, the place was similar to the normal ridge but deeper in the ship with no windows looking out. Unlike the normal bridge this one had most of a war room thrown in as well. "Show me the footage of the current battle going on."

A large table lit up with holograms of various tanks and soldiers running around in near total chaos. No decent officer was here now, that is why I came. 'We will reach the drop point in another minute. The troops will be dropping to the safety of the ground we currently hold.' "No they won't." I pointed behind the UP's troops. "I want this battle over and down with. We are going to out flank them. Drop the troops behind there men and then we can establish our base." In truth I was surprised such a small force could cause so much trouble for an area that was suppose to be a strong hold. Obviously the enemy didn't know what they were doing either otherwise they would of sent a larger force.

Lights lit up in the drop ships telling the troops they were going in hot. A few men prayed to gods. Others boasted about how short this fight was going to be. They were fools, this battle will only be short if one side gives.

 

[Xelebes]

I looked at my captain, he gave me a sober look. He was saying words of endearment which I question deeply in my heart. I held my rifle, a Colt V61 capable of lodging 6 .398 magnum rounds a spurt for 1.2 km. I knew it was the bread and butter weapon of all the foot-soldiers for our army, which proved to be slightly more superior than our opponents. Whatever that meant. All I know is that I wanted to live.

Our drop ship was isolated our captain's words, words echoing, resonating within me. We descended in our drop ship feeling the awkward g-force of the ship. I looked towards the other men. They were all saying words into oblivion, not knowing if their loose words of victory or salvation was gonna lay upon a listening pair of ears.

"Land, clear, defend."

The three words escaped my mouth, three simple words that were fonna ensure our survival.

 

[Morgoth]

Fyodr Zantrovich

"Captain Zantrovich! We have arrived", exclaimed a young lieutenant. Fyodr nodded, walking to the main screen. "They are dropping soldiers, are they not?" he asked the radar tchnician. The technician nodded in surprise, then looked to the captain. "Sir, how did you know?" Fyodr replied with a smile. "I've had a lot of combat experience before this. You learn to pick things like this out. Deploy bombers. Order them to begin dropping on the DCP soldiers once they land. Drop our own pods behind the DCP. I want them caught between ours and the other UP troops. Dispatch fighters and tell them to hold positions. Order all shields and all weapons systems fully activated. I want missile volleys fired into the drop pods. Also, drop a few of our mechs. Finally, all requests for personnel and equipment are to be asked for by no one of less rank than major and these requests will go directly to me."

 

[Evil Attorney]

Earth
Washington D.C.
United Space Navy, Space Command Head Quarters.
14:30 hours.

"Commodore Bains, you can go in now, the staff is expecting you."

"Thanks Margret" I said. Margret Thompson, the admiral's secratary, and truth be knows, probably one of the sharpest officers in the fleet in a non line position. An old girlfriend from way back when, she always comes through for me when I need to butt in and talk to people above my pay grade.

"Commodore Bains, reporting as ordered, Sir."

Scowling, Vice Admiral Haris said "Cut the formal bullshit, I've got a lot on my mind, and Yes, I read your memo. Thats what I wanted to talk to you about.

Can you do it?"

"Yes sir, If I have the support I need" I answered him.

"Support? What kind of support? I saw your excercises with your crusior squadron last quarter, you guys were good. Why do you need more ships when they could be better spent covering our own convoys?" He asked.

"Sir, you saw my crusior squadron working as a unit, togther. 12 ships togther can do a lot, but thats not the point...I need to be able to devide my ships into groups that have enough firepower to decimate convoy escorts, take the convoys or destroy them, and have enough ships to be in as many places as I can be at once to insure that I'm as devistating to them as possible.

Admiral, to do my mission properly, I need those destroyers and frigates to forms smaller raider groups.

Give me the 12 destroyers and the 24 frigates, and I'll strangle Chink commerse near Mars. "

Admiral Harris thought of Commodore Bains' memo...a baseline of 12 small groups, 1 light cruisor to provide electronic warfare, 1 destroyer to deal with the escorts supported by the cruisor's weapons, and 2 firgates for their missiles and energy weapons to close and destroy with the convoy while the escorts were engaged...

12 of those groups strangling the Chinese supplies, food, spare parts, replacement personel...

...And when the chinks start detailing heavy units to escort the convoys, wereever they take the heavy ships from, they will be weaker and we can pounce on them their...

The Admiral smiled, and Bains knew he had his ships.

"Ok, I checked before this meeting. Destroyer Squadron 14 is comming off a maintinence overhaul, they are available, as they aren't assigned anywere yet I'll yank you 6 of their ships, and I think I can free up some more ships off of various formations around Earth and Venus.

You got your ships. "

"Thank you, Sir" I said.

"Oh...one more thing...Don't fuck up. We can't afford it..." Said Admiral Harris.

"Yes, Sir" I said as I nodded and walked out.

 

[Evil Attorney]

2 days later,
DCP Fleet Base 2, Inner-Asteroid Field.
Conference Room 3

"Let me be the first to welcome you all to the 932 raider group. My name, for those of you who don't read your Email is Commodore Bains, and I am in command of this motly gathering.

Their seems to have been some confusion about what our mission is, and I will clear that up in this meeting.

Are we Commerse raiders? Are we a diversion? Reinforcements for 3rd fleet?

Our mission is 2 fold. First, we are to raid commerse, attack lighter undefended targets as arise in our sights, and strangle the Chink formations around Mars of supplies.

When we succeed in doing that, phase 2 commences. Phase 2 is were we act as a magnet for forces that have to de diverted to deal with us.

We are not going to fight them in battle, but we are going to keep them occupied.

A ship not in orbit around Mars may as well be destroyed, and will allow our forces on Mars to reach numerical parity with UP forces.

As we start seeing heavier guards, we will recieve external support, however, for the moment, we are on our own.

Formations will be 1 cruisor, 1 destroyer, and 2 frigates per group.

As some of you know, we are using light cruisors, and as not all of you were cleared for the specs of the Nelson Class LC, here she is on screen..."

the lights dimmed, and a hologram appeared in the air.

"This is the Nelson Class Light Cruisor. As you can see, her hull is virtualy identical in construction to the Trafalgar Class, however her armament and Electronic Warfare systems are considerably different.

She carries 8 missile tubes per broadside, not 10, and instead of the standard 6 heavy lasers, 3 partical cannons and 1 plasma cannon, the Nelson Class carries only 4 partical cannons and a 1 tachyon cannon.

As you can see, the bow and stern armement is unchanged, 1 missle tube and 2 heavy lasers.

Her Missile magazines were reduced for the lack of the 2 extra missile tubes, and with the omission of the Heavy lasers and their Superconductors and Gas Laser tubes removed, the weight saved was upwards of 47000 tones.

The mass saved went into slightly more powerful energy particle cannon mounts, and the rest of the mass saved went into the electronic warfare systems.

The Nelson Class ships now carry an electronic warfare system on par with a JUDAH Class battleship, not a cruisor. The point defense systems were also upgraded as well as part of the EW system, and 5 additonal light laser turrets were installed. (these are point defence guns, not actual offensive firepower. Extremely fast firing, but lacking in range to hit other ships over 10,000 klicks. They are good against missiles and fighters, but are not for long range combat)

The Ship retains 80% of her previous offensive punch in missiles, however, with the electronic advantage she now has, we estimate he ability to degrade enemy sensor effectivness, dammage her enemy's systems, detect prey and defend herself are increased by about 40%. "

A hushed rumor ran through the room, each Captain and their staff disscussing the options this newer design would give them.

Commodore Bains continued "Naval Inel...Stop smirking...yes, I know... Anyway...has informed me that a large supply and repair convoy is being assembled to bring material and additonal personel to the Chinese fleet pounding out people on Mars...

That convoy IS NOT getting through.

This Convoy looks to be about 30 transports. We don't have info in the escorts, but standard procedure would be a pair of destroyers, and 4 frigates.

Specifical, the most important ships in the convoy are the 2 repair ships and the hospital ship. If nothing else, those ship being destroyed would be a major loss to the UP forces.

I realise we haven't all trained togther, but this convoy has to be stopped.

Commander Morgan ?"

"Sir!"

"Your destroyer and frigates are attached to my Cruisor, the BURKE. Commander Gold, for this mission your destroyers and frigates are also attached to the BURKE. Captain Richards, Your Cruisor, destroyer and remaining frigate is in support.

Everyone else, to your your ships and patrol areas.

Dismissed"


Commander Gold and Captain Richards lingered in the conference room as everyone else filed out.

Commodore Bains and his Flag Captain, Cpt LeSable also remained.

Bains nodded to LeSable, and she began. "The convoy left the Moon at 0:23 hours yesterday, which means she will be in grid square 448 in 36 hours. We can get their in 23 hours, and we will.

If the Chinks hold to SOP, the destroyers will be seperated, first at 1/3 from the front of the convoy at the left, one at 1/3 from the rear at the right, and the frigates as pairs, one above and one below at the very front and rear of the convoy, giving them radar coverage.

Ships in seniority of battle honors in the front to the rear."

Commodore Bains took over saying "The Burke and her group are going to lay dormant till within 1 million Klicks, then the Burke is going to light up our EW systems and target the escorts. When that happens, all ship will fire a Missle broadside at the front escort elements, Then Roll ship to allow out other broadside to fire on the second. This first boradside per targets will be consisting of 60% EW missiles, 40% nukes. That will jam their point defenses, and get us hits."

LeSable " Once we have began firing and engaging the escorts, Commander Gold's destroyer and frigates will target the repair ship and destroy them with energy fire from close range Upon the Flag's signal. Stay under tight stealth till the moment you begin firing, then if the escorts are still around, finish them off."

Captain Richard asked "And what do you want me to do?"

LeSable said" You're the reserve, and will be tasked with bailing out Gold if he gets in trouble, chasing down any transports which run, and most importantly, suppressing distress calls and recording IFF transmissions. Lets just say that we may have uses for the transports if we can mimic the electronic signatures and get close to more enemy warships"

Richards grinned "I love surprises..."

 

[poohlive]

Another explosion shook the earth around them. Farren collapsed in on himself, as dirt and sand rained down upon him.
Robbie stood there, unphazed by what had just happened. A single light beeped in his head, nothing more. He could have been standing at a picnic.
"What are they using?" Farren said, reloading the M4.
A series of lights went off this time. The robot cocked his head to the side. Farren could almost hear the whirring of a telescope inside him, as he looked to see just what they were throwing at the UP's now.
"Standard morter shells. Common practice. They are effective at this range.
"Where are they?"
Another beep, "Three hundred yards off. They are preparing a second volley."
"Volley?"
Robbie ducked. A lump crept up in Farren's throat. Robbie was a robot, he didn't duck for any reason, unless there was truly something to duck about. Already on the ground, Farren held into his little piece of bunker for dear life.
Another explosion, this one closer, rattled his teeth. He felt something cold on his side, and for one brilliant moment of insanity, thought his side had been blown away.
It was just cold dirt and sand though.
"How many are there?"
"A whole mobile infantry. Nearly a hundred."
Farren scanned out amongst the battle field. They had over a hundred guys, which meant an easy victory, but they were all scattered out, and none of them doing more than him.
"We can win this. What direction are they at?"
"North by northeast."
Farren growled, readying himself to fire, "Give me a time Robbie."
A flash as the robot rose enough across the barren upturn of dirt and sand that was their temporary shelter, "Noon exactly. Fire when ready."
Farren took aim. The back of his mind pulled at the implants that had just been added. A sense of nausea, and movement took hold for a moment, and then, he focused three hundred feet away to a group of men preparing for a third attack with the morter shells.
He could see the name tags on each and every man that moved. At this range, just a few well placed bullets through the chests of some commanders could stop the fight right now.
Farren had a better idea. He aimed for the mortar gun. If he could shoot it just right...
They loaded it up, preparing to fire. A single shot rang out, from seemingly miles away, even though it was himself who pulled the trigger. He watched as the gun, with trajectory planned out, fell over dead, the open end staring down a group of privates.
Screams and shouts filled the air. Farren broke contact with the gun, coming back to his safe bunker next to the robot that had stood up once more.
"Well?"
Another explosion, this one far away though. This one was his, and he knew just what had hit.
"Direct. Some are running, but sir..."
The robot ducked again. Farren held on for dear life. This wasn't over. This was far from over.
More dirt and sand flew overhead.

 

[Xelebes]

Our ship dropped near Farren and Robbie's gang. They turned their heads to us momentarily as we landed. A cloud of dust arose, giving us enough cover for us to seek some solid cover. The hatch opened and we lugged our body and arms to a ditch. I hustled there and leopard crawled to Robbie's position.

It was a shame that we should be separated, but there was no specific commander to separate us now. Being buddies since primary school, we had stuck together through training camp. And now we were on our first mission, pitting our fresh knowledge from boot camp against the defenses of the enemy. I scrambled through the dust and scraggly baby martian grass, a grass bourn from the fusion plants that poured oxygen out into the thin Martian atmosphere. These fusion plants had made life habitable on Mars, and fightable for.

I hustled over to Robbie's ditch, with Robbie beckoning me to him, "Closer, Steve!" I gave a determined look at him as I continued to crawl on the red dust, with my V61 nagging at my back. I saw the steely eyes of Farren scanning the field which the enemy infested.

"What have we got?" I asked once I managed to get to him.

"A hundred plus men," the voice synthesiser of the robot blurted.

"Armour?"

"Three tanks and four MTMV [Martian Terrain Mobility Vehicles]"

I looked frantically at Robbie who returned the same look. "Is that good?"

Farren didn't look away from his deep scanning to resond, "Tyrox, Gammaroy and I will handle the vehicles. I'm assuming you'll handle the troops fine." Three others had hustled to our ditch to listen in. An officer was close behind with binoculars looking into the ensuing battle. Spotting for us for a few seconds he scuttled to our ditch.

"Take the first shot." he affirmed us.

I propped my rifle, along with Robbie and the rest, while Faren prepared his "Little freddy", a micro-nuvlear devices. We let him fire first at a tank, with his mechanical aim, he hit it dead on and a flash foillowed the hit. If it were not for our "data glasses", we would have been blinded. We quickly followed with a raining of bullets upon the enemy.

 

[cats]

Charles

IC: 'Sir all of our troops have been dropped. We are now moving for our sister ship to drop theres.' It was standard procedure to send ships of this size in pairs. The idea was the body system, two ships were more formidable then one, if anything went wrong repairs could be reduced by sharing spare parts. It didn't do much for stealth though. With the inter planetary journey complete, safety in numbers wasn't something needed in battle ships for long. Soon each pair will reach i's drop point, drop their troops and split up to provide the most space support.

"It makes no since to drop there troops next to ours." I pointed to a communication officer. "Tell them to drop their troops in the original point." I went back to the map. If we dropped even more troops behind the enemy forces it would give us better numbers behind them then in front of them. I don't want to push them into some rash move that might just force the enemy threw our wall.

"Open a channel to our ground forces. I mean Robert Blake, Jackie Grey, and who ever was leading the mars troops." Robert Blake was charged with over seeing ground combat of the troops of this ship. Jackie Grey is to lead the troops of our sister ship. I had glanced threw there files and they looked impressive enough to lead a few units. 'Lt. Grey is still dropping it will take her a moment.'

"Fine, when she comes threw and you track down the other leader, tell them to stay clear of the center of the battle field." This model ship had x-ray laser mounted on the bottom. It had to be pulled into the ship before it could land on ground but made a decent weapon for annoying ground forces. I was reluctant to use bombs or missiles against the ground forces here. We had only just arrived and I wasn't aware of the condition the factories we held were in. Two days could be a long time when a war is just beginning.

 

[kamalw1]

Luther "Red Devil" Jackson

The alarm went off at 5 am. He looked next to him and saw Janet there, sleeping peacefully. It always amazed him how she would sleep through the alarm, but wake up at him not being in the bed. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead before getting up and going into the adjoining bathroom. He turned on the hot water and got into the shower. It always helped to wake him up in the morning. While washing up, he thought about the memo he got the day before that called for the 0630 briefing.

He got out of the shower after 10 minutes and went into his bedroom. He saw that Janet had went downstairs as he put on his uniform. He left the bedroom and the smell of coffee and breakfast filled his nose. He went into the kitchen and kissed his wife before sitting down to his morning meal.

At 0600, Luther kissed Janet goodbye and went out to his car. He started the Jeep and began driving to the building where the briefing was to be held. He put the Jeep in his parking space and entered the building. Outside his office, he was met by his secretary, who handed him an envelope full of paper. He knew that this was the material for the briefing. He went over it before going to the briefing room.


*************

"Okay fellas, so that is the mission. Omega Squadron has been called upon to pull off this mission because they know we are the best and can get the job done. Is everyone clear about what we are going to do?"

Commander Jackson looked around as his men nodded. He knew that they would all pull this mission off. "Okay, we are going to be leaving for the hangar in about 15 minutes. Go get into your flight suis, men." He watched as his men filed out of the room before going to his office to change as well.

 

[Morgoth]

Zantrovich

"I want transfer to the Kim. I will be moving all command operations to there. Before I go, however, I want the remaining troops deployed. Also, just where are those bombers and fighters? I gave the order 10 minutes ago and I still don't see them! Tell the pilots that if I don't see their asses firing strafing runs, I'm going to have them put through basic training with Commander Zern for another year!" With a sigh, he went to his transport, his elite fighter squadron waiting for him. "By whatever powers there be boys, why can't I have more pilots like you?" he asked, arousing a hearty chuckle from his old friends. He stepped into the transport, the fighters lifting off and soaring out, the slower ship following. Once outside, they took up a spherical position and Fyodr waited. Within a minute, he arrived. Stepping from the transport, he immediately walked to the bridge, dismissing the Captain's wave. "Unnecessary. We need to dismiss the formal bullshit before we can fight an effective war. Restov, are the fighters and bombers deployed yet?" he asked. The aide looked up. "Yes, sir. They're about to drop their first volley. If you'll turn your attention to the window." Fyodr looked and saw a string of explosions all along the ground. "Excellent. Tell them to keep at it. I want those going all day. In the meantime, deploy Rats, Boars, Rams, and Horses in tactical brigades behind and in front of the enemy. I want them outflanked and outnumbered. Also, I'd like the Sung-Il prepare to fire 1 volley of vertical-launch missiles. The target is the large group of DCP soldiers down there. Captain, take command. I'll remain here to monitor the battle.

John Klor

John strolled into the lounge, whistling as he dried his hair, a towel around his waist, exposing his powerful chest and arms. One of the soldiers looked up and away. "Oh, for God's sakes, Sergeant! Put something on. Your dong almost hit me in the face." "Yup. What's the AWT philosophy again? Remind me." "Faster. Stronger. Better", said the soldier sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "That applies to bed too", said John, drawing some laughs. "Well, guess what, boys? You finally got your wish. They're gonna drop us in, oh, I say about 10 minutes", he said. He laughed heartily as they ran to their lockers, checking and putting on gear quickly. He did the same thing, but with a more relaxed pace. Soon, they were ready. "All right. Just follow me. Now, we'll be leading some other Spec. Ops. into battle, so look sharp and don't disappoint me", he ordered just as they arrived at two large double doors. They opened, revealing the broad expanse of the drop bay. "To your pod, ladies", he boomed out. Once inside, they waited until the other groups filed in. John nodded to the other commander, an old friend. After a moment, he sighed. "I'll give the breifing on the way down. Meanwhile, all are to check their armor again. Then, we want your seatbelts fastened and padding given. I predict a rough landing, and trust me, that's one thing you don't want!" he yelled over the loud sound of machinery as the pod was lowered into position. The soldiers inside did as he ordered, and all suddenly felt a little weightless as the pod was released. As it began to speed up, John shouted out. "Hears the plan!" he shouted, pointing to a map on the wall. "We're going to drop here! This is next to an infantry division facing off against some chinks! We're to assist them in any way possible! Then, we're going to receive some mech support! Our final order is to lead a charge against them! Understood?" he shouted out. There were no questions. As they went, he felt a few shudders run through the pod. Those who had never been in combat before stared in shock, but he only looked ahead grimly. That was enemy rocket fire taking out comrades and he had no desire to be its next target. Finally, with a shudder and a horrendous shock, the pod stopped. "Take stock of yourselves! And go!" he roared as the doors opened. The soldiers poured out and hit the dirt immediately as a shell went off. "Damnit! I think we're in the wrong place!" screamed John. "I don't see any CO's HQ. He saw a small group of soldiers huddling down near him. John crawled to them, followed by his troops. He tapped one on the shoulder and the soldier spun around, leveling his weapon. "Hey, careful. Don't wanna fry one of your own, do you?" he asked sarcastically. The soldier put the weapon down. "What's your name and outfit, soldier?" he asked. "Uh, I'm Robbie, sir." He looked to the others. "What's our outfit?" he asked. John shook his head. "Never mind. I'm John Klor. I'll be assuming all CO responsibilities until a real CO gets here. This is Spec. Ops. behind me and we're here to help. You boys need any-. Shit! Duck!" he shouted as he heard the tell-tale approach of a bomber. They all did so as the earth beneath them shuddered under the assault of the weapons. "As I was say-. Duck!" he ordered again as he saw the white trail in the sky. "Katyusha-class missiles!" he screamed as he flattened himself. The impact was much greater as he was thrown nearly 3 feet in the air. Several aftershocks followed. "All right. As I was saying. Do you boys need any assistance?"

 

[poohlive]

The crossfire increased. Farren whimpered, ducking even further behind his small hill that had become a temporary headquarters. He looked at it disheartengly. Too many people were crowded together, they would be easy targets if the DCP had any mortar shells left.
Robbie clicked and beeped, informing him an actualy commander had arrived.
"Sir," He yelled from his position, refusing to get up, or even salute. The m4 was gripped in his hand, and he wouldn't let go until he knew they were all dead.
"Sir, their numbers are dwindling, but there's still a good hundred or so. We have no commander. He died, taken out by a sharpshooter. That's why we're all torn apart. No one knows what to do. We've just been fighting randomly."
An explosion rocked the hillside, as Farren rose enough from his position to fire cover. At once, he could see through the neuro net soldier srunning to get out of the way. It might by them a few minutes.
"You are in charge, Sir. We need orders, and we need support."

 

[Morgoth]

John Klor

"All right. This is what we're gonna do. First, everyone spread the fuck out! Artillery and bombers are gonna have a field day with us. You", he said, pointing at Farren," are being field-promoted to Sergeant. No buts. You're never to inexperienced to be field-promoted." That brought a laugh from the special forces behind him. "Deal with it. I want you to establish a field communications and contact the flagship. Tell them the AWT is assuming field command. Also tell them to send down our goddamn mechs! I need your name, soldier. Farren? Good. Al right. Move! Move! Move!" he ordered, the soldiers seperating, fire tearing through the air overhead. Once John had found a position he liked, he yanked out his radio, calling Farren. "Sergeant Farren! This is the AWT. Here are your orders. You and your squad are to assume sniper positions and attempt to take out some of that artillery. Our own snipers will be assisting. We're going to sit tight 'till they send me some mechs. Understood? Good", he said quickly. A shell flew over the ridge he was huddling behind, slamming into the ground and tearing up huge gouts of earth. He stared ahead for a moment, then a smile crossed his face. "This is gonna be a great day", he chuckled.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

The Large Loki mech lumbered around a collapsed building,using it for cover as a small cluster of light tanks and infantry let loose fire.He twisted the controls,settling the arms as the Loki spun around one side of the building and let loose wiht his autocannons,blowing chunks out of one of the tanks before pulling back.
"ok,that was three snakes,about a dozen Rats armed with rifles and one rocket launcher.Well,this should be fun" He thought,hunkering the Loki down as the building was shot at in a counterattack.
he grinned frimly and turned again,coming back out from one side and letting loose 4 small missle,taking out two of the three snake tanks,his autocannosn taking out the third,as his machineguns swiviled and let loose,splattering red over the ground as they ripped through the infantry.His mech's left leg rocked a bit under a blast from another encroaching squad of snake tanks.
Well,guess its time to go He thumbed his comm unit as he abcked up,covering his retreat with light machine gunfire.
"This is Lieutenant Ivellias LeiLander,if there's any of you higher-ups are there i could use some support,so far im getting jsut light scouts but after a while the red's'll probably figure out there scouts are gone and send somehting tougher.So is anyone there?"

 

[Morgoth]

John Klor

John spun over the ridge, brandishing his rifle. "Oh, shit. I knew we were having it too easy", he said, sitting. He pulled up the radio. "All companies. This is the AWT. We have visual confirmation of UP drop pods. They've brought in a significant number of soldiers. Also, they appear to have mechs and tanks. Look sharp all of you. And pray that the flagship sends us our armor", he quickly reported to the other sergeants. He looked around until he sighted Johnson. "Johnson! Get over here! I want you to see if you can take out one of those pods that's just landing. No, I don't care how. Just do it!" he yelled, huddling down as a nearby explosion shook him. Johnson fixed him a crazy smile and shuffled back to his orginal position. There, he opened up a case. "Oh God", muttered John, rolling his eyes. Johnson fitted the launcher to his shoulder, activating it. "Cover me!" he screamed. The AWT popped up over the bridge, laying down as much fire as they could. Finally, Johnson stood and took aim. He quickly lined the target up in his sights and depressed the trigger. He dropped as the plume of smoke jetted from the launcher. "Down!" shouted John. They dropped to their stomachs as they felt the explosion go off. The earth shuddered under them and a bright flash heralded the explosion. A shock wave followed the blast, knocking any who had been standing down. "I love those things", sobbed Johnson. "Oh, shut up!" growled John. He peeked over the ridge. "Sweet! That took out two pods and a few armors. Good job Johnson!" he yelled down to the half-deafened soldier, who responded with a thumbs-up.

 

[Morgoth]

John Klor

"So is anyone there?" crackled over his radio. He lifted it to his mouth. "Yeah. Command here. Relax. You'll be getting some assitance. I'm sending three of my boys. I need coordinates, however. Ok. Excellent. They'll be there in ten minutes", he said after receiving the position.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

grinning he replyed:
about god dam time,ive been here almost and hour at least
He chuckled into the comm as his Loki strafed out,nailing 2 more tanks with his auto-cannons.He cursed as a loud Crump!! sounded and his mech staggered and turned at his command,bringing him face to face with a boar type mech.
just my god damm luck,and here i thought they would keep giving me tanks to blow up
He chuckled over the comm as he raised the right arm of hsi mech,8 missles leapt up and flared,streaking to impact into teh boar ,staggering it and messing up it's aim.Striding forward he stomped it down into the ground,keeping it pinned while unloading bullets from hsi machineguns straight into the cockpit.
There is no such hting as an honest fight here,its kill or be killed was all he thought as red coated hsi mechs splayed,three-toed "foot",from the boars cockpit

 

[Morgoth]

John Klor(Sorta)

The soldiers appeared around the Loki like ghosts. One of them knocked on the cockpit. "Follow us and we'll cut you a way out", he said, disappearing again.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

dam bastards tryin to spook me
he murmered to himself,carefully turning the Loki to follow,his external cameras sweeping teh sides and behind him for enemies.
he easily broke into a lumbering walk,allowing himself to speed up a bit.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Grid Square 448
Ambush positions for chinese convoy
Combat Information Center, USNS Burke

"Bridge, CIC, are we ready to make chinese food?" Bains asked.

"CIC, Bridge, Awaiting your orders" Captain LeSable responded.

For the past 12 hours the USNS Burke and her escorts slipped slowly into ambush positions for the Chinese transports and awaited their appearance on their sensor scopes.

Now, the convoy was aproximately 10 million klicks away, and due to the Burke's electronic warfare suite, completely unaware of the cruisor, 2 destroyers and 4 frigates that lay "under" her pathway.

"Laser link me to all ships on a whisker beam, minimal power, encrypted code 2" Bains ordered.

"Done" responded the communication officer.

"All ships, this is the flag, fire as we do." Bains transmited.

"Electronic Warfare, CIC, Light them UP!!" Ordered Bains.

"CIC, Bridge, Chinese ships have been iluminated, Standing by to fire" Reported Captain LeSable.

Bains smiled...he said formaly "Captain LeSable, You may fire at will"


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Aboard the UP Destroyer Haun-ti
Bridge

"Radar, Con... Captain, we just got hit with an EW burst, bearing unknown, it seems to be coming from all around us...Radar detection above 100 Klicks is now at 10%!! Estimate Radar reciever burnout in 27 seconds" Shouted the radar specialist.

"Locate the source of the jamming, send to all ships Battle stations alert, Evasive manuvers!!" The captain snapped. He was Icy on the outside, but inside he was unnerved...He saw the power emited by the EW burst that was hitting his ships, and it was consistant with a battleship.

He knew he didn't have the strength to fight even one battleship, let alone the weight that a battleship usualy travels with in escorts...and with his radar 20 seconds away from being blinded permanemtly, he was a sitting duck/

"Captain, Comunications Jammed due to the burst. We cant get through" Said the Comunication ensign.

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USNS BURKE
Bridge

"Missiles loaded, locked on target, flight plan set, ready to fire on your command Captain. " Said the weapons officer.

LeSable smiled. "Fire"

At the firing of the USNS Burke's broadside, the other ships in the formation fired in unison, then the formation rolled as one, and fired again

The burke fires 8 missiles per broadside, destroyer's broadside was 4 missiles, the frigates fired 3 each.

28 missiles were launched, then again

14 of each launch were jamming birds, which sent focused electromagnetic pulses at their targets, forming a wall of jamming and distraction ahead of the fusion warheads, and 3 of the missiles were even deadlier.

3 missiles of each launch were guides for the others, with sophisticated ultra low frequency doppler pulsed lasers acting as sensors, and a tight beam laser linkage to the 11 missiles carrying warheads. These guides would triangulate their data and provide the missiles with a realtime update on their targets location, and with their more powerful seakers, cut through the target ships attempts to spoof the missiles.


LeSable observed the missiles launch, and then ordered an evasion course which would take the Burke closer to the convoy to destroy the repair ships and the hospital ship.

Although she despised having to slaughter her enemies without even seeing them, she knew they would have done the same, and she did her duty unflintchingly.

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UP Haun-ti
Bridge

"SHIT...Sir, we got incoming, bearing 247 by 113, range...FUCK 10 klicks out..." Shouted the radarman.

The Captain looked at him and said "Then it appears, we have failed"

And with that, detachmet 298, Division 1 and 2, Chinese Space Navy Disapeared in boiling sea of light...


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Combat Information Center
USNS Burke

"CIC, bridge,...enemy ships destroyed, one broadside." LT Staple reported.

Bains responded, "Bridge, CIC, well done. Now get us in close, demand the convoy's surrender. If they refuse, take out the repair and hospital ships. Transmit to each of the freighters terms for surrender. Remind them that if they scuttle their ships, I will have the survivors thrown into space"


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4 hours later the hospital ship and the 2 repair ships were raidoactive ball of debris, and 27 ships were captured. 3 of the freighters, in a burst of patriotic zeal attempted to transmit warning ahead, but Captain Richmond's jamming of the area in front of the convoy prevented that from going through, although the Burke had to destroy the freighters for their trying to get a warning out.

The Marines who were on the Cruisors boarded the ships, and found in the cargo bays food, additonal medical supplies, spare parts for just about everything in the chinese fleet including missiles, land and space weaponry, and most importantly, 5000 UP soldiers in cryogenic stasis.

The Ship carrying the UP troops was sent out to Jupiter under computer lock, and set to arive at the DCP base their, 6 months from now.

Commodore Bains would not murder these men, however, he could not allow the reinforcements to arive on Mars, so a nice senic trip would serve everyone.

"Commodore, we captured the freighters and have control of the ships, but we were unable to mimic the IFF's as they opperate on an unusual encryption which we have recorded, but without being able to brake it, it would just be transmitting gibberish that would be even mor unusual than being silent. The chinese crews destroyed the code books as per procedure...what now? Send them back as a prize?" Asked Richards.

"Some of them, yes. Intel will have a field day. Without the IFF's and the proper chalanges and counter-signs, we aren't going to get anywere near their formations. Shit!!! " Said Bains.

Richards nodded, then added "Why not order the techs to dump the cargo we arent taking and destroy it with demolition charges, then set the freigheters to arive at Mars, seak out the Chinese formations, have them transmit back to us on long range laser to a drone some data on the Chinese fleet? Then, have the freighters ram them, or try to?

They will be empty except for some warheads we can leave aboard just to insure that they don't get the hulls back. Either way, they will see their supplies of everything from fresh veggies, to ammo, then watch things turn to shit before their eyes.

Either the freighters destroy something, or are destroyed themselves by the demolition charges or Chinese Naval fire, its going to be a show."

Bains said "I like it. Do it. In 3 days, the Chinese Navy is going to have a hell of a fireworks show...How bad should this effect them?"

"Sir, I couldn't tell you. Its not an insignificant amount of material we took, but they go into combat well supplied. Will this cause a dent? Yes. How significant, That depends on other factors which we do not know about. It could be anything from annoying to catastrophic depending on the opperational tempo of their forces." Broke in LeSable as she approached. "Things are proceeding with an all hands effort, and it appears that our first mission was successful."

 

[Evil Attorney]

DCP Fleet Base 2, Inner-Asteroid Field.
Comunication Room


Message incoming....


Decrypting....

From - Commodore Bains, 932nd Raider Group, USNS Burke
TO - 3rd fleet command, Mars Sector Command
RE - Action Commenced


SIR, I have commenced action against Chinese commerse. Report attached. If all goes well, Chinese Navy in Mars Orbit will have suffered losses in aproximately 3 days.

will update as possible.

Reguards,

Michael Bains, Commodore, USNS 932nd Raider group.

File attached....Uploading....decrypting....FILE IN EMAIL QUAY, available on your command....

Vice Admiral Johnson read the report, sat back and closed his eyes. As he thought about the men who's lives were at stake, he uttered "Well, the games a'foot"

 

[poohlive]

Well, fuck.
Farren ducked, as hellfire blazed over his head, pausing just long enough to realize what had just happened. A sargeant. He had been out here a day and a half, and he was a fucking sargeant.
Is that how things worked out here?
Higher ranking officers died, the lower ones got up. It made sense, didn't it?
The neuro net kicked in, and he was over three hundred feet away, looking at the enemies base. They were all under cover, shooting here and there. It looked to be a standstill. The DCP and the UP had both take cover, and were now just snipering each other.
"Sir?"
Farren shot against two large barrels, where he could see a helmet sticking out.
"Robbie, what is it?"
He felt a tap on his shoulder. IT wasn't a tap though, it couldn't have been a tap. It burned into his skin. He screamed at the pain, breaking from his sniper scope and getting down once more.
His shoulder, someone had shot at the back of his shoulder.
There was no one behind him though, except Robbie.
"You blundering idiot..." The word died in his mouth, behind Robbie, who had already noticed, was another DCP infantry group, getting out and readying to fire.
"Ambush," The thought hit him like a ton of bricks. He turned on the radio, screaming it into everyone's ears.
"AMBUSH, Behind us. Two clicks. Sir, they are keeping us in a cross fire."
They were setting up to fire the best of their shit. Farren just realized he was completely unguarded. He was on the wrong side of the hill.
Cursing, screaming, holding his shoulder, and nearly flying, he leap to the other side, as the DCP's began to fire.
Farren threw the M4 down to the ground, searching behind him for a single strap that held his more powerful gun. The plamsa 4300. It felt good in his hands, powerful. HE had no fucking clue what it would do, but it seemed like the best thing.
Farren became aware that his back was to the other DCP troops, but took it as a tactical mistake. He'd rather be on this side of the hill than the other.
"Troops, take cover," He said, cocking the gun, "From both sides. We're being ambushed."
They got the idea.
He looked at the plasma gun, unsure just what would happen. He had been traine din nearly every gun the Up forces had to offer their infantry units, but he didn't know how they all worked. A few holo programs told him he just needed to cock it back, and pull the trigger.
What would it do?
Farren aimed at as many of the shooting fuckers as he could, pulling the trigger.
He'd find out in just a moment.

 

[cats]

Mech and infantry ground forces.

Infantry: "I got him in my sights now." A DPC sniper took careful aim at the head of soldier next to droid off in the distance. "Spotter double check." A second sniper using only a scope double checked the elevation and angle of his gunner. 'Confirmed." The sniper started edging back on the trigger ever so slightly, the other side hadn't become fully aware they were out flanked by space support.

As the trigger came back a aloud bang was heard and the ground shook with the explosion of a bomb. The bullet left the barrel and hit the soldier in the arm. "Crap!" The soldier layed down on the ground again and franticly started to redo his sights, before the bomber came in for another run.

The soldier ran behind the hill and the sniper had no choice but to choose another target. As the sniper fixed his aim on another target he saw the flash of a bright light and a ball of plasma can his way, bursting on the ground just before him, catching him and his sporter in a fiery blast.

Mech troops: "Hurry up men, the battle is already well under way." The captain said throwing his jacket into the mech and disconnecting sensors. Everything is ready he told himself.

He hopped into the machine, and flipped on his communications relay. His machine was an edge command variant, and he quickly opened a view of the battle field taken by the ships orbiting above them in space. "Okay men we are needed for support, lets move out!" His team of four other Edges moved out to give support.

 

[kamalw1]

Luther "Red Devil" Jackson

Luther stood at the front of the hold of the transport carrier. He looked over the faces of his men as they were being driven to the hangar that housed their NY-5 Starfighters. The NY-5 Starfighters had four wings, two on each side, each with an ion engine. The wings on each side were close together for atmospheric flying, and opened up into an X formation for flying in space. These aerial vehicles were outfitted with laser cannons for aerial combat, as well as guided missiles for taking out big targets.

"Okay men, you know our mission. We are to fly into the southern hemisphere where we are going to target a UP ammo depot. Our latest intel showed that the nearby hangar was empty, so there may be some White Dragons up in the air. But then again, we are Omega Squadron."

The transport stopped a few minutes later and they filed out. They all went into the hangar and walked towards their individual fighters. Luther climbed up the ladder to his cockpit and pressed the button to lower the canopy. He turned on his communicator and listened as his team went through their pre-flight checklists. After a couple of minutes, they all checked in. There was Alan "Wild Eagle" Smith, James "Wolverine" Howlett, Marvin "Cobra" Williams, Betsy "Lioness" Braddock, Andre "Ice Cold" Benjamin, Jackie "Viper" Davis, Curtis "Scorpion" Jackson, Raven "Raven" Darkholme, Tommy "Falcon" Morrison, and Nathan "Raptor" Adams. When they all were checked in, they started their engines.

The roof of the hangar slowly slid open. "Red Devil" slowly lifted off, followed by the rest of the squadron. When they cleared the hangar, they turned south and began their ascent to 10,000 feet. They turned on their targeting and tracking systems, and flew south in a "V" formation with Luther at the point. Their scanners were working fine, giving them a view of the area around them for miles around. When they reached the equator, they dropped down to 1,000 feet to try and stay below the radar. When they were 5 miles away from the target, they picked up 10 White Dragons on their scanners. "Okay team, we have bogeys in our path. Split off and take them down." Omega Squadron broke off into four group of 2 and one group of 3 and prepared to take down the White Dragons.

 

[Morgoth]

John

"Woops", muttered John as he leapt over to the other side of the ridge, a few blasts hitting the dirt behind him. The rest of the special ops. under his command followed suit. He grabbed the radio just in time to hear Farren. He nodded, smiling, as he lifted the radio to his mouth. "They'll begin using artillery momentarily. Also, plan for the shit to hit the fan when they send in some armor. For now, just maintain light fire to keep their heads low but remember to conserve ammo. Over and out", he said. He lowered the radio. "Goddamnit! Where's my mechs?" he demanded of the air.

 

[Evil Attorney]

"Alright, we had a successful day. I'd like to say its miller time...but I hate beer, and besides, we don't have at this meeting, so lets get to work" Said the Commodore as he opened the staff meeting.

"You hate beer, Sir?" Asked Commander Gold.

"Yeah...I like single malt scotch, I never understood how people could drink beer. Its like watered down glenlivet. Anyway...We hit the convoy and its now sent off.

We should have our data on the chinks in Mars orbit in a few days. Now I want to find more of their ships and hurt them.

Mars is pretty well supplied itself, but intel given us reports on the Chinese Civilian Merchant marine opperating in the Mars area. These ships are crucial to their economy and many of them are government owned. They are going to be supporting the chinks and we are going to take them out as targets of opportunity."

"Will we still be patroling around Mars for convoys?" Asked LeSable

"Yes, but if we get a chance to take out then we will. They won't have the convoy we hit ariving for 2 more days, then it will take them some time to get a message back to Earth about the results of our surprise, ask for more ships and more supplies. Earth has her own commircial sector, and they can't divert all the ships from their duties imediately. They will need to rearange their scheduals for shipping, and some of those ships will have to come from around Mars.

I want those ships killed for three reasons.

One, they will be easier kills if they don't have escorts, two, is the ships are killed then it puts an economic strain on the chinese and disrupts their war industries.

And three, If they want to safeguard their industry, then they have to protect it. To do that, they will need to either decide to be everywere at once because they will be spread to thin allowing us to pick off what we find, which they won't do, or sacrifice certain points and protect others pinning down their ships. Either way, thats going to cost them ships from their battle formations. " Said Bains.

"We have to draw warships away from Mars. If we don't do this, then we will not be able to match the Chinese Naval presence around Mars, and the results would be Chinese space superiority." Joined Commander Morgan, nodding his head. "That would mean out troops would get killed on the surface..."

"Exactly" Said commander Gold, "So whats out next target?"

Commodore Bains tapped a few keys, and as the wall map lit up, so did the faces of his officers....