"We have a mission."
That was new. The "Planetary Militia" didn't do "missions". We hid in bushes to ambush lone trucks or squads. We resisted the Outer Colonies or Earth Sphere forces when we bumbled into each other. But a mission? That sounded like we had a purpose, like we were gonna make a difference.
Captain addressed us all from atop a crate of something that probably exploded on a good day. "We've got some actual intel, that the Outer Colonies are going to be making a push, and that means their artillery, Regulars, and air support will all be accounted for. There are some defectors, at Camp G60, up along the ridge, that gave us this intel, and they want out of their Outer Colonies conscription. It's a camp that should be held mostly by conscripts, and hopefully, that means we can get them on our side, just by defeating their Outer Colony overlords or with a show of force. Our Loaders may not be real military machines, but they still bristle with guns. Now we finally get to use them." The Planetary Militia had finally managed to scrounge together or buy enough Loader's to really make a strike force. Only five, but still, no infantryman wanted to be up against one, much less five.
"If everything goes perfect, you are liberating the camp with as little violence as possible. Defeat any Outer Colony Regulars, free your fellow Eleosians. Then work with them to haul as much back here as you can." It was a bit idealistic of a hope, but they were fellow Eleosians who had been conscription. It wasn't too much to dream or hope for that?
"If things don't go quite that well, your job is to evacuate those who informed us and anyone else who wants to be on our team, grab whatever critical supplies you can, and get out." Captain lowered down a bit, speaking with a bit less of a spring in his voice.
"If things goes as bad as can go, blow up as much as you can and make it out alive. We've got a cave to retreat through that you can get in, collapse the entrance, then make it out pretty close to here." A rather more grim prospect, but, it had to be said. A few moments of silence passed, before Captain raised himself up and spoke tall again.
"Alright, so I have no idea how to command a squad of Loaders. Tenzin, Olivia, Follow, Riley, Speedball, Emmanuel, who's leading your team, and what kinda back up you want? We've got some trucks, a mortar, and a few teams of infantry I can think of off the top of my head, but if you want something else, I'll see what I can scrounge up."
@OneLastMonday@Flamelord@WXer@ClokworkCaravan@ihinka
That was new. The "Planetary Militia" didn't do "missions". We hid in bushes to ambush lone trucks or squads. We resisted the Outer Colonies or Earth Sphere forces when we bumbled into each other. But a mission? That sounded like we had a purpose, like we were gonna make a difference.
Captain addressed us all from atop a crate of something that probably exploded on a good day. "We've got some actual intel, that the Outer Colonies are going to be making a push, and that means their artillery, Regulars, and air support will all be accounted for. There are some defectors, at Camp G60, up along the ridge, that gave us this intel, and they want out of their Outer Colonies conscription. It's a camp that should be held mostly by conscripts, and hopefully, that means we can get them on our side, just by defeating their Outer Colony overlords or with a show of force. Our Loaders may not be real military machines, but they still bristle with guns. Now we finally get to use them." The Planetary Militia had finally managed to scrounge together or buy enough Loader's to really make a strike force. Only five, but still, no infantryman wanted to be up against one, much less five.
"If everything goes perfect, you are liberating the camp with as little violence as possible. Defeat any Outer Colony Regulars, free your fellow Eleosians. Then work with them to haul as much back here as you can." It was a bit idealistic of a hope, but they were fellow Eleosians who had been conscription. It wasn't too much to dream or hope for that?
"If things don't go quite that well, your job is to evacuate those who informed us and anyone else who wants to be on our team, grab whatever critical supplies you can, and get out." Captain lowered down a bit, speaking with a bit less of a spring in his voice.
"If things goes as bad as can go, blow up as much as you can and make it out alive. We've got a cave to retreat through that you can get in, collapse the entrance, then make it out pretty close to here." A rather more grim prospect, but, it had to be said. A few moments of silence passed, before Captain raised himself up and spoke tall again.
"Alright, so I have no idea how to command a squad of Loaders. Tenzin, Olivia, Follow, Riley, Speedball, Emmanuel, who's leading your team, and what kinda back up you want? We've got some trucks, a mortar, and a few teams of infantry I can think of off the top of my head, but if you want something else, I'll see what I can scrounge up."
@OneLastMonday@Flamelord@WXer@ClokworkCaravan@ihinka
