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Oceans of Jul
The captain rose his eyebrow and looked concerned for a moment “ How did you come across this information?!” he said, slightly raising his tone. His concern was for his guests and his own people, he knew that if one species can be destroyed so could theirs. As much as he hated to break tradition war-games had to be postponed. “ Contact the Fith fleet, tell them I’m calling off the battle, explain to them that we have a situation to take care of” the captain said to the radar officer before turning towards the Terrans. “ Come with me” he said, quickly walking out of the CIC and through the hallways “ You are going to meet the senator first, then be shuttled to Taoshe to meet the current leader. We know of the enemy you speak of and are already conducting operations against them as we speak.”. The captain stopped at a door and put his hand up to the palm scanner before the door hissed open. The smell strong smell of oil and machinery flooded the air as the captain walked into the extremely large hangar bay of the carrier “ Prepare a shuttle for immediate departure, I will brief the crew in transit!” he yelled making his way to one of the many Kaave shuttles on the floor. “ The remainder of the crew can stay on the ship, I am sure they will have a good time, but it is important that this reaches the ears of our leadership” he said waving the Terran’s in before entering the shuttle himself. Unlike the special operations models, these had doors that could be slid closed and were unarmed. These were outfitted for speed and range, stripped down and stuffed with extra fuel and engines. Made for ferrying supplies between ships, there were no seats and the passengers had to sit on the floor.
The pilots looked like they had been roused from a particular heavy smoking session and looked disheveled and quite out of it as they got to shuttle, quickly jumping in and doing preflight checks. “ Where are we going Captain?” the pilot asked, sticking his head around the divider between the cockpit and the passenger bay. “ Kuulas, drop us right by the train station “ the captain said back as the shuttle powered up, lifting a few feet off the ground. The engines dull whine quickly turned into a roar as the ceiling of the hangar bay opened up, allowing rain to pour onto the shuttle before it shot up in the air. As the shuttle gained altitude it quickly switched its engines to the rear and shot off across the sky, heading for land.
Nouvelle
The pair drifted in and out of consciousness as the Iscandarians took them, unable to do anything against their shocked nervous system. The sounds of combat could be heard outside as they laid there next to the civilians and the Terran spec ops.
Falkaide XXI
Marine recruit training base
3rd Platoon Barracks
Pvt. Suki Jaalal
The sound of yelling and jeering roused Suki from her bunk, drowning out the sound of the water below her. This training planet was way outside of anything she could have imagined. Being a jungle planet, it was hot, humid, rained almost constantly and the insects continuously swarmed and bit at any exposed flesh. Even the living quarters were something extremely foreign to any Aradite, consisting of tents and sandbag bunkers that the jungle had half reclaimed. Fleet marines live in style, living in the big cities while in garrison or on some of the best ships in the concordant while deployed. Every effort is made to keep their gear in top shape, with some of the best technicians working on them. Recruits however live in absolute filth and in horrible conditions, working constantly just to keep their gear functioning at a basic level. It would be one thing if this training wasn’t life or death, but the fact that it is almost makes it feel like its rigged against you. So far, the casualty rate was about one fatality a day from the company, with fifth platoon having the most fatalities. They lost most of their senior leadership in one day when some green recruit made too much noise during a patrol, attracting the attention of a Uchigata. She shuttered remembering how many body parts she had to carry back to the base, it took weeks to get the blood out of her pack.
Her attempts at getting back to sleep failed once again when the shouting got louder, almost seeming to be right outside her tent. With a sigh she slowly rose to a sitting position and reached towards the end of her cot to grab her underlay top. Clothing and grooming regulations were not followed on this planet, mostly to the lack of anyone really caring. Because of the heat, it was common to see people walking around in underwear and boots, topless or downright naked. You could tell who the new arrivals were by what they wore, green service fatigues and hats, trying to adhere by the rules as best they could. After slipping into her underlay top she hopped off the cot and eyed her fatigue pants, before looking down at the spandex underlay bottoms she was wearing “ Dai’at” she said before walking out of the tent barefoot, another colloquial term meaning ‘fuck it’ or ‘screw it’. It was simply too hot to care and everyone thought the same way, no one followed regulations but they all operated well. On the training planets you either learned how to operate well or you died, it was simple do your job right or die. Everyone still alive learned how to do their job well, learned their weapons and were just downright tough. She guessed that if you could make it through this, you could survive anything the universe could throw at you. “ Shouting wake you up Ki?” said a man sitting on a stack of ammunition crates outside of the tent “ New arrivals, straight from the academy” he said nodding towards the Aradites walking around in fresh green fatigues with brand new gear. It was common place for the recruits who had been there a bit to harass the newcomers, Suki got it, everyone was harassed and hazed when they first arrived, but you earn your stripes quickly out here. “ This doesn’t get old to you Laiz? I mean most of these people will be dead by tomorrow so why even bother” Suki said leaning against one of the metal tent posts. Laiz shrugged and chuckled a bit “ tradition” he said flatly before handing a large jagged claw to Suki “ Here, I tore it off a Uchigata during our last patrol and fashioned it into a necklace, think of it as an early ‘getting out of here gift.’”. Suzi raised an eyebrow and took the claw from the man before smiling slightly, bending down to give him a peck on the cheek. It was common knowledge to the platoon and to the rest of the company that the two were dating, Laiz courted her all through the academy before she finally caved. “ Thanks Laiz, ill make sure to wear it, maybe its good luck or something?” she said with a chuckle while resting a hand on his shoulder. Liz laughed again and shook his head as two of the new recruits began to walk up to their tent “ Is this third platoon? Second company?” the new arrival said before Suki nodded silently. “ Go inside and stow your stuff, we go on a patrol in the morning…” Laiz said flatly nodding the pair inside.
The captain rose his eyebrow and looked concerned for a moment “ How did you come across this information?!” he said, slightly raising his tone. His concern was for his guests and his own people, he knew that if one species can be destroyed so could theirs. As much as he hated to break tradition war-games had to be postponed. “ Contact the Fith fleet, tell them I’m calling off the battle, explain to them that we have a situation to take care of” the captain said to the radar officer before turning towards the Terrans. “ Come with me” he said, quickly walking out of the CIC and through the hallways “ You are going to meet the senator first, then be shuttled to Taoshe to meet the current leader. We know of the enemy you speak of and are already conducting operations against them as we speak.”. The captain stopped at a door and put his hand up to the palm scanner before the door hissed open. The smell strong smell of oil and machinery flooded the air as the captain walked into the extremely large hangar bay of the carrier “ Prepare a shuttle for immediate departure, I will brief the crew in transit!” he yelled making his way to one of the many Kaave shuttles on the floor. “ The remainder of the crew can stay on the ship, I am sure they will have a good time, but it is important that this reaches the ears of our leadership” he said waving the Terran’s in before entering the shuttle himself. Unlike the special operations models, these had doors that could be slid closed and were unarmed. These were outfitted for speed and range, stripped down and stuffed with extra fuel and engines. Made for ferrying supplies between ships, there were no seats and the passengers had to sit on the floor.
The pilots looked like they had been roused from a particular heavy smoking session and looked disheveled and quite out of it as they got to shuttle, quickly jumping in and doing preflight checks. “ Where are we going Captain?” the pilot asked, sticking his head around the divider between the cockpit and the passenger bay. “ Kuulas, drop us right by the train station “ the captain said back as the shuttle powered up, lifting a few feet off the ground. The engines dull whine quickly turned into a roar as the ceiling of the hangar bay opened up, allowing rain to pour onto the shuttle before it shot up in the air. As the shuttle gained altitude it quickly switched its engines to the rear and shot off across the sky, heading for land.
Nouvelle
The pair drifted in and out of consciousness as the Iscandarians took them, unable to do anything against their shocked nervous system. The sounds of combat could be heard outside as they laid there next to the civilians and the Terran spec ops.
Falkaide XXI
Marine recruit training base
3rd Platoon Barracks
Pvt. Suki Jaalal
The sound of yelling and jeering roused Suki from her bunk, drowning out the sound of the water below her. This training planet was way outside of anything she could have imagined. Being a jungle planet, it was hot, humid, rained almost constantly and the insects continuously swarmed and bit at any exposed flesh. Even the living quarters were something extremely foreign to any Aradite, consisting of tents and sandbag bunkers that the jungle had half reclaimed. Fleet marines live in style, living in the big cities while in garrison or on some of the best ships in the concordant while deployed. Every effort is made to keep their gear in top shape, with some of the best technicians working on them. Recruits however live in absolute filth and in horrible conditions, working constantly just to keep their gear functioning at a basic level. It would be one thing if this training wasn’t life or death, but the fact that it is almost makes it feel like its rigged against you. So far, the casualty rate was about one fatality a day from the company, with fifth platoon having the most fatalities. They lost most of their senior leadership in one day when some green recruit made too much noise during a patrol, attracting the attention of a Uchigata. She shuttered remembering how many body parts she had to carry back to the base, it took weeks to get the blood out of her pack.
Her attempts at getting back to sleep failed once again when the shouting got louder, almost seeming to be right outside her tent. With a sigh she slowly rose to a sitting position and reached towards the end of her cot to grab her underlay top. Clothing and grooming regulations were not followed on this planet, mostly to the lack of anyone really caring. Because of the heat, it was common to see people walking around in underwear and boots, topless or downright naked. You could tell who the new arrivals were by what they wore, green service fatigues and hats, trying to adhere by the rules as best they could. After slipping into her underlay top she hopped off the cot and eyed her fatigue pants, before looking down at the spandex underlay bottoms she was wearing “ Dai’at” she said before walking out of the tent barefoot, another colloquial term meaning ‘fuck it’ or ‘screw it’. It was simply too hot to care and everyone thought the same way, no one followed regulations but they all operated well. On the training planets you either learned how to operate well or you died, it was simple do your job right or die. Everyone still alive learned how to do their job well, learned their weapons and were just downright tough. She guessed that if you could make it through this, you could survive anything the universe could throw at you. “ Shouting wake you up Ki?” said a man sitting on a stack of ammunition crates outside of the tent “ New arrivals, straight from the academy” he said nodding towards the Aradites walking around in fresh green fatigues with brand new gear. It was common place for the recruits who had been there a bit to harass the newcomers, Suki got it, everyone was harassed and hazed when they first arrived, but you earn your stripes quickly out here. “ This doesn’t get old to you Laiz? I mean most of these people will be dead by tomorrow so why even bother” Suki said leaning against one of the metal tent posts. Laiz shrugged and chuckled a bit “ tradition” he said flatly before handing a large jagged claw to Suki “ Here, I tore it off a Uchigata during our last patrol and fashioned it into a necklace, think of it as an early ‘getting out of here gift.’”. Suzi raised an eyebrow and took the claw from the man before smiling slightly, bending down to give him a peck on the cheek. It was common knowledge to the platoon and to the rest of the company that the two were dating, Laiz courted her all through the academy before she finally caved. “ Thanks Laiz, ill make sure to wear it, maybe its good luck or something?” she said with a chuckle while resting a hand on his shoulder. Liz laughed again and shook his head as two of the new recruits began to walk up to their tent “ Is this third platoon? Second company?” the new arrival said before Suki nodded silently. “ Go inside and stow your stuff, we go on a patrol in the morning…” Laiz said flatly nodding the pair inside.
Task Force Blue ( 50 ships stong)
1 LY from Falacia
“ The data we are receiving from the recon party is that they have 101 ships around the planet, standard vessels, like what we saw before” a junior officer said, speaking to the entirety of the senior leadership of the fleet. All of the ships captains had assembled on the flagship to discuss their next moves. “ What would you do Lieutenant” asked one of the captains as he studied the star charts around the planet. “ Well sir, I would bait the enemy into a minefield and destroy most of their number before attacking with the main force. T-98 heavy mines would suffice in destroying both shields and causing structural damage.” as he finished a image of the T-98 mine appeared on the main holoscreen. The T-98 mine is the heaviest class of mine in the Septonian Navy. It carries two staggered timed nuclear charges thatt are contained within its shell until maximum pressure is reached. Then the mine explodes destroying everything near it with intense heat, radiation, shrapnel and a massive area of effect radius. During trials it succeeded in denting a Septonian hull 50 miles away, before peppering it with molten shrapnel. These mines were surely a force to be reckoned with, one can cause serious damage but hundreds will cause nothing short of chaos. “ We can retrofit a few drones with beacons and boosters to make it look like our force is moving to attack the planet. Once the enemy responds and is within range of the mines, we will activate the tracking systems and watch the fireworks.”. The senior leadership nodded and talked amongst themselves for a moment before the admiral spoke up “ Good plan Lieutenant but it could be better, why not overwhelm their sensors with more ‘fake’ contacts once they are in range, this why they cannot pick off the mines once they begin tracking.” The Lieutenant nodded towards the admiral a little embarrassed his plan wasn’t good enough to be implemented. “ I still like the plan Lieutenant, lets do it, I trust you can run the operation?” the admiral said with a smirk “Consider the Jakke your first command……oh and congratulations Lieutenant commander.” With that the meeting ended, leaving the stunned newly promoted Lieutenant commander speechless in the room.
STC Jakke ( L-376)
Lieutanat Commander Hauglot
Some distance away from Falacia
“ Set the mines up in groups of three, and spread them out, I want every possible angle of attack to be covered. LTC Hauglot said while the crew was busy loading, priming and deploying mines. They had set up a massive minefield already,set up in a asterisk like formation. The Septonians really didn’t expect the Iscandarians to warp right to their position so they set up the beacons a short distance away from the minefield but still not activated. If everything went to plan, the EU ships would warp right into the minefield and be destroyed before anyone knew any different. The main fleet would then warp into the battlespace and finish them off with nukes, missiles and cannons. Once the minefield was set, all they needed to do was coordinate with the scout party to find the right time to strike.
1 LY from Falacia
“ The data we are receiving from the recon party is that they have 101 ships around the planet, standard vessels, like what we saw before” a junior officer said, speaking to the entirety of the senior leadership of the fleet. All of the ships captains had assembled on the flagship to discuss their next moves. “ What would you do Lieutenant” asked one of the captains as he studied the star charts around the planet. “ Well sir, I would bait the enemy into a minefield and destroy most of their number before attacking with the main force. T-98 heavy mines would suffice in destroying both shields and causing structural damage.” as he finished a image of the T-98 mine appeared on the main holoscreen. The T-98 mine is the heaviest class of mine in the Septonian Navy. It carries two staggered timed nuclear charges thatt are contained within its shell until maximum pressure is reached. Then the mine explodes destroying everything near it with intense heat, radiation, shrapnel and a massive area of effect radius. During trials it succeeded in denting a Septonian hull 50 miles away, before peppering it with molten shrapnel. These mines were surely a force to be reckoned with, one can cause serious damage but hundreds will cause nothing short of chaos. “ We can retrofit a few drones with beacons and boosters to make it look like our force is moving to attack the planet. Once the enemy responds and is within range of the mines, we will activate the tracking systems and watch the fireworks.”. The senior leadership nodded and talked amongst themselves for a moment before the admiral spoke up “ Good plan Lieutenant but it could be better, why not overwhelm their sensors with more ‘fake’ contacts once they are in range, this why they cannot pick off the mines once they begin tracking.” The Lieutenant nodded towards the admiral a little embarrassed his plan wasn’t good enough to be implemented. “ I still like the plan Lieutenant, lets do it, I trust you can run the operation?” the admiral said with a smirk “Consider the Jakke your first command……oh and congratulations Lieutenant commander.” With that the meeting ended, leaving the stunned newly promoted Lieutenant commander speechless in the room.
STC Jakke ( L-376)
Lieutanat Commander Hauglot
Some distance away from Falacia
“ Set the mines up in groups of three, and spread them out, I want every possible angle of attack to be covered. LTC Hauglot said while the crew was busy loading, priming and deploying mines. They had set up a massive minefield already,set up in a asterisk like formation. The Septonians really didn’t expect the Iscandarians to warp right to their position so they set up the beacons a short distance away from the minefield but still not activated. If everything went to plan, the EU ships would warp right into the minefield and be destroyed before anyone knew any different. The main fleet would then warp into the battlespace and finish them off with nukes, missiles and cannons. Once the minefield was set, all they needed to do was coordinate with the scout party to find the right time to strike.
Nouvelle
“ Great, more people outside” Ura said as he heard the Terran yell over the microphone “ How did we mess this up Kacha?”. Kacha sighed and shrugged, keeping his rifle leveled towards the door “ I don’t know, a whole multitude of things. I don’t even know how anyone knows were down here. Something must of happened in orbit” he said pointing a finger upwards. The thought of all of their friends up in the Syren getting killed instantly killed the mood. The sound of a idling motor and a the crunch of gravel under boots quickly brought them back to reality, as a figure appeared in the doorway. Training took over and within an instant Kacha’s finger was on the trigger, with all of the tension pulled out. As he tracked the figure through the door he noticed something different, these were much smaller then Iscandarians and they didn’t look like Iscandarians. By the time the man began his jump Kacha’s finger was already off the trigger, with his rifle moving to the upward position. He continued to track the Terrans with his head until they took up positions protecting the civilians, hunkering down over them as if to protect them from fire. Kacha chuckled through his exterior speaker and was about to speak before Ura screamed “ Gun!”.
As he whipped his head around to face the Terrans he saw the gun being drawn in slow motion and instinctively dove towards the ground as the round left the chamber. The shot impacted his left shoulder and whipped him around onto his stomach, the floor of the cabin scraping against his magazine pouches as he fell. Ura had already dove towards the ground by the time the Terran shot, making the round go over his head and into the wall behind him. The pain from the shot subsided quickly making Kacha question the type of round that was used. When the Terran began to speak however it all make sense, he could understand them. Before he had time to say anything back he saw Ura quickly get up to engage the Terrans, pistol in hand. “ No!” Kacha screamed getting up off his stomach and running over to Ura, tackling him to the ground before he fired a shot. “ Some Spec-ops you are…” Kacha yelled after taking the pistol from Ura “ I……” was all he got out before the Iscandarians broke through the door, shooting everyone inside, including civilians . It wasn’t long before the pair was overwhelmed with pain from the Iscandarian fire, passing out.
Oceans of Jul
Icarus
The captain let out a quiet hum as the Terrans discussed the Iscandarians, he guessed they were talking about the war and this new enemy of theirs. He also deduced that they weren’t too fond of their new enemy either “ We abandoned simple ballistics some time ago. It was just too inconsistent with too many variables able to make the mechanism fail. Now every weapon in the concordant has switched to magnetic acceleration for propulsion, making them…….railguns…as you say?. As for these Iscandarians, I believe we have met on the field of battle once. If that is what you came here to talk about, then I suggest we start now, I can better brief my superiors when we return to land.”
“ Great, more people outside” Ura said as he heard the Terran yell over the microphone “ How did we mess this up Kacha?”. Kacha sighed and shrugged, keeping his rifle leveled towards the door “ I don’t know, a whole multitude of things. I don’t even know how anyone knows were down here. Something must of happened in orbit” he said pointing a finger upwards. The thought of all of their friends up in the Syren getting killed instantly killed the mood. The sound of a idling motor and a the crunch of gravel under boots quickly brought them back to reality, as a figure appeared in the doorway. Training took over and within an instant Kacha’s finger was on the trigger, with all of the tension pulled out. As he tracked the figure through the door he noticed something different, these were much smaller then Iscandarians and they didn’t look like Iscandarians. By the time the man began his jump Kacha’s finger was already off the trigger, with his rifle moving to the upward position. He continued to track the Terrans with his head until they took up positions protecting the civilians, hunkering down over them as if to protect them from fire. Kacha chuckled through his exterior speaker and was about to speak before Ura screamed “ Gun!”.
As he whipped his head around to face the Terrans he saw the gun being drawn in slow motion and instinctively dove towards the ground as the round left the chamber. The shot impacted his left shoulder and whipped him around onto his stomach, the floor of the cabin scraping against his magazine pouches as he fell. Ura had already dove towards the ground by the time the Terran shot, making the round go over his head and into the wall behind him. The pain from the shot subsided quickly making Kacha question the type of round that was used. When the Terran began to speak however it all make sense, he could understand them. Before he had time to say anything back he saw Ura quickly get up to engage the Terrans, pistol in hand. “ No!” Kacha screamed getting up off his stomach and running over to Ura, tackling him to the ground before he fired a shot. “ Some Spec-ops you are…” Kacha yelled after taking the pistol from Ura “ I……” was all he got out before the Iscandarians broke through the door, shooting everyone inside, including civilians . It wasn’t long before the pair was overwhelmed with pain from the Iscandarian fire, passing out.
Oceans of Jul
Icarus
The captain let out a quiet hum as the Terrans discussed the Iscandarians, he guessed they were talking about the war and this new enemy of theirs. He also deduced that they weren’t too fond of their new enemy either “ We abandoned simple ballistics some time ago. It was just too inconsistent with too many variables able to make the mechanism fail. Now every weapon in the concordant has switched to magnetic acceleration for propulsion, making them…….railguns…as you say?. As for these Iscandarians, I believe we have met on the field of battle once. If that is what you came here to talk about, then I suggest we start now, I can better brief my superiors when we return to land.”
Duck, what about the Falacia asteroid/ military base thing
So are you going to take both the Terrans and the Septonians?
@key So ill just ignore that little power gaming moment because your the GM and it was for a purpose. You did get us both captured though
@key So ill just ignore that little power gaming moment because your the GM and it was for a purpose. You did get us both captured though
Lol just jumping in a shooting peeps in the head huh key? You know my guy was covering the door right, anyone running in would not have a good day. Ill roll with it but its just food for thought.
I feel like thats a horrible post to start a new page off with hahahahahah
Nouvelle
“ Shit!” Kacha said outloud as the woman screamed, he had no doubt that the flying aliens would find them now. It was only a matter of seconds before the hut was surrounded and gas canisters were thrown in, subduing the civilians inside. The gas made them laugh uncontrollably which must of been terrifying and possibly dangerous for the civilians inside. How long would it last? Was the gas safe or would it be ultimately fatal? Ultimately, the pair was very grateful to be wearing their full kit and grateful not to be feeling the effects of the gas.
“ Give yourselves up, your place of hiding is surrounded. You can not stand against the Eternal Union."
They heard from outside of the hut, cracking a smile as they mulled over the words ‘give yourselves up’. “ Is that who we are fighting then?” Ura said looking for another exit out of the hut. Kacha shrugged and stood off to the side of the door, covering it with his rifle. If anything came through the door the rounds from his heavy caliber rifle would shred it. The hut itself only had one door which posed a problem and the area around it was flat for a few meters before dropping off another hill, an impossible run with heavy bergans. They really only had a few options, fight and endanger the civilians inside by exposing them to enemy fire, or give themselves up. The second choice was beyond the scope of any Aradite, surrendering was tantamount to treason and horribly unhonorable. Endangering the lives of these peaceful civilians was also not acceptable, these people could be future trading partners and allies, endangering them was out of the question. Either way, they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, waiting for the airship to return or simply picking them off as they tried to enter the hut was the best idea right now. Kacha let out a quiet chuckle, pulling a stun grenade from his combat harness before passing it to Ura. “ Throw it through the window” he said over the team comm channel as he continued to cover the door. Ura nodded and stood over to the right of the window, quietly flipping the latch on the shutters before quickly shoving it open and throwing the primed stun grenade out. “ Daiwa!” he yelled as he closed the shutter with the same quickness. ‘Daiwa’ was a colloquial curse in the core worlds, equivalent to a fuck you in Terran language. Being slang, it would be hard for the Iscandarians to translate.
Falacia
“mining asteroid” ( military installation)
From this angle Gul could see the dome and the increasing number of defenses around it, this mission just went from a normal raid to a special reconnaissance mission. It would require more then 12 people to take down a installation of that size, no matter how well trained they were. Whatever was in there must be important or they wouldn’t bother defending it so heavily, which means the Septonians wanted it. The first step in this process had to be the destruction of communications, if they could isolate this asterioid then they could take it without anyone knowing about it. When the marines landed, they couldn’t be shackled with trying to remain silent, it would take away from their operational strength. The destruction of communications rested solely on Gul’s team, which means they had to find it. “ unpack the communications array, I have a plan” Gul suddenly said, backing away from the edge of the ridge and moving the team back into a fairly deep crater. The team’s communications specialist did as ordered and unpacked the hardware, setting it up with practiced speed. “ Its up…” he said calmly as he booted the system “ What do you want me to do?”. If they set this array up as a relay, he bet that they could at least intercept the radio transmissions and trace them back to the source. “ Set the array to passively listen to any transmissions coming or going, then trace the strongest one. That should be our target” Gul said before moving the team into a defensive perimeter. Destroying the antennae would kill their long-range transmission capability but destroying the comm tech would render all communication impossible.
( Alright, where is it Duck)
“ Shit!” Kacha said outloud as the woman screamed, he had no doubt that the flying aliens would find them now. It was only a matter of seconds before the hut was surrounded and gas canisters were thrown in, subduing the civilians inside. The gas made them laugh uncontrollably which must of been terrifying and possibly dangerous for the civilians inside. How long would it last? Was the gas safe or would it be ultimately fatal? Ultimately, the pair was very grateful to be wearing their full kit and grateful not to be feeling the effects of the gas.
“ Give yourselves up, your place of hiding is surrounded. You can not stand against the Eternal Union."
They heard from outside of the hut, cracking a smile as they mulled over the words ‘give yourselves up’. “ Is that who we are fighting then?” Ura said looking for another exit out of the hut. Kacha shrugged and stood off to the side of the door, covering it with his rifle. If anything came through the door the rounds from his heavy caliber rifle would shred it. The hut itself only had one door which posed a problem and the area around it was flat for a few meters before dropping off another hill, an impossible run with heavy bergans. They really only had a few options, fight and endanger the civilians inside by exposing them to enemy fire, or give themselves up. The second choice was beyond the scope of any Aradite, surrendering was tantamount to treason and horribly unhonorable. Endangering the lives of these peaceful civilians was also not acceptable, these people could be future trading partners and allies, endangering them was out of the question. Either way, they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, waiting for the airship to return or simply picking them off as they tried to enter the hut was the best idea right now. Kacha let out a quiet chuckle, pulling a stun grenade from his combat harness before passing it to Ura. “ Throw it through the window” he said over the team comm channel as he continued to cover the door. Ura nodded and stood over to the right of the window, quietly flipping the latch on the shutters before quickly shoving it open and throwing the primed stun grenade out. “ Daiwa!” he yelled as he closed the shutter with the same quickness. ‘Daiwa’ was a colloquial curse in the core worlds, equivalent to a fuck you in Terran language. Being slang, it would be hard for the Iscandarians to translate.
Falacia
“mining asteroid” ( military installation)
From this angle Gul could see the dome and the increasing number of defenses around it, this mission just went from a normal raid to a special reconnaissance mission. It would require more then 12 people to take down a installation of that size, no matter how well trained they were. Whatever was in there must be important or they wouldn’t bother defending it so heavily, which means the Septonians wanted it. The first step in this process had to be the destruction of communications, if they could isolate this asterioid then they could take it without anyone knowing about it. When the marines landed, they couldn’t be shackled with trying to remain silent, it would take away from their operational strength. The destruction of communications rested solely on Gul’s team, which means they had to find it. “ unpack the communications array, I have a plan” Gul suddenly said, backing away from the edge of the ridge and moving the team back into a fairly deep crater. The team’s communications specialist did as ordered and unpacked the hardware, setting it up with practiced speed. “ Its up…” he said calmly as he booted the system “ What do you want me to do?”. If they set this array up as a relay, he bet that they could at least intercept the radio transmissions and trace them back to the source. “ Set the array to passively listen to any transmissions coming or going, then trace the strongest one. That should be our target” Gul said before moving the team into a defensive perimeter. Destroying the antennae would kill their long-range transmission capability but destroying the comm tech would render all communication impossible.
( Alright, where is it Duck)
Lol that's what I planned on happening. I want people I experience captured aradites
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