Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- ye 45.9
- RP Location
- Osman System - Planet Osman.
Osman Liberation Campaign - Day 9, Space.
The Stupendamonia groaned in protest as it ascended from Osman's orbit, its battered hull shimmering with the scars of a battle it was never intended for. Plumes of smoke trailed behind the colossal vessel from new holes in its bolted on armor as it limped away from the war-torn planet, its once-imposing sized silhouette now marred by the scars of enemy fire. On the bridge, Abigail clenched her jaw in the digital space of the Fae, her eyes fixed on the tactical display that showcased the ongoing chaos.
Over the past nine days, the once-unified clash between the coalition and Nmx fleets had devolved into a relentless series of cat-and-mouse engagements. The tactical advantage gained during the initial fleet crash had fractured into smaller skirmishes, each more intense than the last. The Mishhu, relentless and adaptive, had proven to be more than a formidable adversary, and the once-cohesive coalition now fought for survival in the cold expanse of space as they fought from the bridge to bowels of every one of the coalitions vessels to keep the scale from tipping any more than it already had.
The Stupendamonia's bridge buzzed with activity as mutant and fairy crew members coordinated the ship's escape. Alarms blared, indicating breaches in several sections, and holographic displays flickered with damage reports. Abigail's metallic hands tightened around the railing as one of the flagship's escort frigate, the Sophist, took a particle lance straight through its hull during the desperate escape. The explosion illuminated the void, and Abigail's expressionless face plate betraying none of her aggitation as she calculated the weight of the loss.
As the Stupendamonia slowly distanced itself from beleaguered Osman, the fleet's scattered elements struggled to reform in pocket groups for various counterattacks under relentless enemy pursuit. The battle had become a relentless ballet of destruction, a dance between starships in the vast cosmic theater. The once-pristine formation now resembled a shattered mosaic of vessels, each fighting for survival in a sea of debris.
It was quite possibly one of the single longest fleet engagements in the history of the sector as her fleetmaster spread a void conflict that could have ended in hours into over a week long sustained knife fight with few if any vessels being able to disengage long enough to give sleep deprived and exhausted crews time to perform shoddy repairs before diving back in to the fray.
Abigail's gaze shifted to the holographic projection of Osman, now shrinking in the distance. The liberation of the planet was comming at a tremendous cost, and the Mishhu's tenacity demanded an equal measure of resilience from the coalition. The war for Osman was far from over, and the Stupendamonia sailed into the unknown.
Osman Liberation Campaign - Day 9, Stiggies Basin.
Stiggies basin was a flat, arid landscape of seasonal grasslands and dry riverbeds in an idilic location that on any other planet would likely have a large starport on it or a city at best. Osman, lacking the population or infastructure, had neither.
What the basin did have was the remnants of an OSO logistics hub growing close seven years long since abandoned since the forces of a corrupt neko and Raganarok PMC once stood and planned their next steps of solidifying their conquest of Osman and moving on.
The base was barely that. A half hundred prefab buildings long since exposed to the elements it had gone from logistics hub for Ragnarok PMC, to abandoned, to a waystation used by caravans, all the way to abandoned once more when the Coalition arrived.
Almost easier to break the base down and build a new one, time and resources were not on their side and the combat engineers of Ludwiks Band had turned in a week what was once an outpost into a full-fledged fortified position.
![1704753784997.webp 1704753784997.webp](https://stararmy.com/roleplay-forum/data/attachments/21/21151-061ff1efcb60bc20b24c3a330cefb20b.jpg?hash=ARlweREx28)
The basin was not wasted by doing so, either. Just a hundred kilomiters from one of the largest cities on Osman it offered the coalition a staging point to lash out at the backs of one of the largest NMX battlegroups on the planet as they beseiged one of the largest strongholds of the planet as they fought block by block against the local government and a handful of FSC troops in the city.
To the west of the basin at ten five kilometers distance a second, a smaller bastion had formed as The Strays were present in the largest numbers here. Using Stiggies Basis as a staging point a makeshift assembly line had been errected as drones, mechs, ordinance, and weapons were rolled out and assembled as the majority of the corporations forces remained automota controlled by remotely-connected AI allowing them to only be limited by the amount of AIs they had on hand and the resources to make their bodies.
Of the corporations seven companies of drones, five were deployed on osman and all resided here. Complimenting them was half of the corporations mech pilots; The Terror Wolves of Freehold. Or at least those that had survived the drop as close to fifty mutant pilots and ten times as many in support either maintained their warmachines in the various mechs and mecha, or as the majority of them did awaited their mechs to be assembled as resources slowly streamed in.
Their largest machine resided here. The massive seige mech was akin to the size of a small starship at a hundred and fifty-meters in length and was shaped like a massive insectoid with three legs on either side and a concerning amount of weapons batteries ranging all the way up to starship-grade armaments on its back as it squatted over the small hill the corporation had erected a small fortress.
The massive mech was not complete. Lacking critical components it acted mostly as an oversized shield barrier and was the greatest delay in the assault of the NMX even as they forced themselves street by street into a city so distant that it could only just be seen on the clearest days at elevation and barely even that.
"My sisters and I will need more time," A commander-drone of the corporations military forces declared at the command building at the Basin before the other coalition military commanders, her stoic emotionless faceplate and drone body only differentiated by the other Pledias commanders by her voice, and the desert cloak on her frame as the acting Strays ground forces commander named 'Ramiel' continued.
![1704754169925.webp 1704754169925.webp](https://stararmy.com/roleplay-forum/data/attachments/21/21152-7bd1788ca36efe5ec53eb471d1485225.jpg?hash=iBqcfSRgKg)
"Our intelligence on the partizan factory was correct from some of our spacer allies second hand information from Lycosades internment here, but the logistics arent great. From what we can tell from scatter diagnostic reports is Lycosades allies took the most crucial equipment they could manage in short notice and left what we have now. We're bootstrapping as we can but getting operations into full swing might take weeks or even a month if we want to meet all our project goals." She explained, the plan to make a steady assembly line of the corporations drones, mechs, and other critical equipment and weapons for this side of the coalition's campaign offset by its capability to produce partizan and militant drones to reduce casualties in the offensive a crucial part of delaying the offensive even as the squids and their forces tried to break Dawnton to the north which would open them up to every other city on the coast.
"Unnacepable." A golden armored warrior grunted, the leader of the once kuvexian-backed elite mercenary group the Immortals declared as his frowning tragedy warmask got into a competition of looking as stoic as possible to the faceless drone.
"Golden-boy here's right." The major of the 'Renegades' A large mercenary group consisting of four companies specialized in urban fighting from highrises to the sewers themselves agreed. "If they push enough into the city to move their rear line into the city outskirts and fortify it we'll be stuck besieging them in an entrenched position but with the added drawback that, unlike them, we cant just shell the city indiscriminately. It took the squids months to get any ground they've had and will take us almost as long. And we cant take the chance on the coinflip that our backup fleet will arrive before the squids does. I say we attack now and move up the siege equipment and our fodder army lil'Rammys got cookin like a hammer to drive the nail." The major slammed fist into palm to enunciate his support.
"We'll need to repair the road behind us if we do." Ludwick, commander of his 'band' of combat engineers declared, his eyes hazy as he did the math of all the vehicles, mechs, and men would do to a low-industrial planet like Osman were the roads were barely graded enough not to throw a track five miles in or bust a the pneumatics in a mechs legs even before that. "will take about a month to repair the damage our Vics' will do to it and it's a must if you want any propper logistics chain from here to where our frontline will extend. If the worst happens and our boys get beaten back they wont make a withdrawal before we finish."
"I can lend the two lances of my pilots that are combat ready and two of my five companies to an assault but no more. My sister, the warmaster of this entire campaign" She stressed the last part unclear if she was pulling some kind of rank of just bragging before continuing "entrusted our ladys ground assets to me and I won't spend them blindly without spare bodies for my sisters and the ANThony and its mobile shield array up and running. The NMX have proven in four different theaters now that they have not only a majority more artillery than us but also a superiority in their accuracy and firepower.
What say the rest of you; Are you confident in an assault now or do we hold for the month we've estimated to be at our full readiness?" Ramiel asked, looking about those commanders who have yet to offer an opinion.
The Stupendamonia groaned in protest as it ascended from Osman's orbit, its battered hull shimmering with the scars of a battle it was never intended for. Plumes of smoke trailed behind the colossal vessel from new holes in its bolted on armor as it limped away from the war-torn planet, its once-imposing sized silhouette now marred by the scars of enemy fire. On the bridge, Abigail clenched her jaw in the digital space of the Fae, her eyes fixed on the tactical display that showcased the ongoing chaos.
Over the past nine days, the once-unified clash between the coalition and Nmx fleets had devolved into a relentless series of cat-and-mouse engagements. The tactical advantage gained during the initial fleet crash had fractured into smaller skirmishes, each more intense than the last. The Mishhu, relentless and adaptive, had proven to be more than a formidable adversary, and the once-cohesive coalition now fought for survival in the cold expanse of space as they fought from the bridge to bowels of every one of the coalitions vessels to keep the scale from tipping any more than it already had.
The Stupendamonia's bridge buzzed with activity as mutant and fairy crew members coordinated the ship's escape. Alarms blared, indicating breaches in several sections, and holographic displays flickered with damage reports. Abigail's metallic hands tightened around the railing as one of the flagship's escort frigate, the Sophist, took a particle lance straight through its hull during the desperate escape. The explosion illuminated the void, and Abigail's expressionless face plate betraying none of her aggitation as she calculated the weight of the loss.
As the Stupendamonia slowly distanced itself from beleaguered Osman, the fleet's scattered elements struggled to reform in pocket groups for various counterattacks under relentless enemy pursuit. The battle had become a relentless ballet of destruction, a dance between starships in the vast cosmic theater. The once-pristine formation now resembled a shattered mosaic of vessels, each fighting for survival in a sea of debris.
It was quite possibly one of the single longest fleet engagements in the history of the sector as her fleetmaster spread a void conflict that could have ended in hours into over a week long sustained knife fight with few if any vessels being able to disengage long enough to give sleep deprived and exhausted crews time to perform shoddy repairs before diving back in to the fray.
Abigail's gaze shifted to the holographic projection of Osman, now shrinking in the distance. The liberation of the planet was comming at a tremendous cost, and the Mishhu's tenacity demanded an equal measure of resilience from the coalition. The war for Osman was far from over, and the Stupendamonia sailed into the unknown.
Osman Liberation Campaign - Day 9, Stiggies Basin.
Stiggies basin was a flat, arid landscape of seasonal grasslands and dry riverbeds in an idilic location that on any other planet would likely have a large starport on it or a city at best. Osman, lacking the population or infastructure, had neither.
What the basin did have was the remnants of an OSO logistics hub growing close seven years long since abandoned since the forces of a corrupt neko and Raganarok PMC once stood and planned their next steps of solidifying their conquest of Osman and moving on.
The base was barely that. A half hundred prefab buildings long since exposed to the elements it had gone from logistics hub for Ragnarok PMC, to abandoned, to a waystation used by caravans, all the way to abandoned once more when the Coalition arrived.
Almost easier to break the base down and build a new one, time and resources were not on their side and the combat engineers of Ludwiks Band had turned in a week what was once an outpost into a full-fledged fortified position.
![1704753784997.webp 1704753784997.webp](https://stararmy.com/roleplay-forum/data/attachments/21/21151-061ff1efcb60bc20b24c3a330cefb20b.jpg?hash=ARlweREx28)
The basin was not wasted by doing so, either. Just a hundred kilomiters from one of the largest cities on Osman it offered the coalition a staging point to lash out at the backs of one of the largest NMX battlegroups on the planet as they beseiged one of the largest strongholds of the planet as they fought block by block against the local government and a handful of FSC troops in the city.
To the west of the basin at ten five kilometers distance a second, a smaller bastion had formed as The Strays were present in the largest numbers here. Using Stiggies Basis as a staging point a makeshift assembly line had been errected as drones, mechs, ordinance, and weapons were rolled out and assembled as the majority of the corporations forces remained automota controlled by remotely-connected AI allowing them to only be limited by the amount of AIs they had on hand and the resources to make their bodies.
Of the corporations seven companies of drones, five were deployed on osman and all resided here. Complimenting them was half of the corporations mech pilots; The Terror Wolves of Freehold. Or at least those that had survived the drop as close to fifty mutant pilots and ten times as many in support either maintained their warmachines in the various mechs and mecha, or as the majority of them did awaited their mechs to be assembled as resources slowly streamed in.
Their largest machine resided here. The massive seige mech was akin to the size of a small starship at a hundred and fifty-meters in length and was shaped like a massive insectoid with three legs on either side and a concerning amount of weapons batteries ranging all the way up to starship-grade armaments on its back as it squatted over the small hill the corporation had erected a small fortress.
The massive mech was not complete. Lacking critical components it acted mostly as an oversized shield barrier and was the greatest delay in the assault of the NMX even as they forced themselves street by street into a city so distant that it could only just be seen on the clearest days at elevation and barely even that.
"My sisters and I will need more time," A commander-drone of the corporations military forces declared at the command building at the Basin before the other coalition military commanders, her stoic emotionless faceplate and drone body only differentiated by the other Pledias commanders by her voice, and the desert cloak on her frame as the acting Strays ground forces commander named 'Ramiel' continued.
![1704754169925.webp 1704754169925.webp](https://stararmy.com/roleplay-forum/data/attachments/21/21152-7bd1788ca36efe5ec53eb471d1485225.jpg?hash=iBqcfSRgKg)
"Our intelligence on the partizan factory was correct from some of our spacer allies second hand information from Lycosades internment here, but the logistics arent great. From what we can tell from scatter diagnostic reports is Lycosades allies took the most crucial equipment they could manage in short notice and left what we have now. We're bootstrapping as we can but getting operations into full swing might take weeks or even a month if we want to meet all our project goals." She explained, the plan to make a steady assembly line of the corporations drones, mechs, and other critical equipment and weapons for this side of the coalition's campaign offset by its capability to produce partizan and militant drones to reduce casualties in the offensive a crucial part of delaying the offensive even as the squids and their forces tried to break Dawnton to the north which would open them up to every other city on the coast.
"Unnacepable." A golden armored warrior grunted, the leader of the once kuvexian-backed elite mercenary group the Immortals declared as his frowning tragedy warmask got into a competition of looking as stoic as possible to the faceless drone.
"Golden-boy here's right." The major of the 'Renegades' A large mercenary group consisting of four companies specialized in urban fighting from highrises to the sewers themselves agreed. "If they push enough into the city to move their rear line into the city outskirts and fortify it we'll be stuck besieging them in an entrenched position but with the added drawback that, unlike them, we cant just shell the city indiscriminately. It took the squids months to get any ground they've had and will take us almost as long. And we cant take the chance on the coinflip that our backup fleet will arrive before the squids does. I say we attack now and move up the siege equipment and our fodder army lil'Rammys got cookin like a hammer to drive the nail." The major slammed fist into palm to enunciate his support.
"We'll need to repair the road behind us if we do." Ludwick, commander of his 'band' of combat engineers declared, his eyes hazy as he did the math of all the vehicles, mechs, and men would do to a low-industrial planet like Osman were the roads were barely graded enough not to throw a track five miles in or bust a the pneumatics in a mechs legs even before that. "will take about a month to repair the damage our Vics' will do to it and it's a must if you want any propper logistics chain from here to where our frontline will extend. If the worst happens and our boys get beaten back they wont make a withdrawal before we finish."
"I can lend the two lances of my pilots that are combat ready and two of my five companies to an assault but no more. My sister, the warmaster of this entire campaign" She stressed the last part unclear if she was pulling some kind of rank of just bragging before continuing "entrusted our ladys ground assets to me and I won't spend them blindly without spare bodies for my sisters and the ANThony and its mobile shield array up and running. The NMX have proven in four different theaters now that they have not only a majority more artillery than us but also a superiority in their accuracy and firepower.
What say the rest of you; Are you confident in an assault now or do we hold for the month we've estimated to be at our full readiness?" Ramiel asked, looking about those commanders who have yet to offer an opinion.
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Mission two paramiters are as follows:
You can deploy up to two companies of your forces this mission.
You cannot use any units from the last mission, they are present elswhere and can be used again after this mission.
Mission two paramiters are as follows:
You can deploy up to two companies of your forces this mission.
You cannot use any units from the last mission, they are present elswhere and can be used again after this mission.