Koenig808
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Shore leave had been, once again, uneventful. The prospect of going to war with the Mishhu had hung over the head of many a Marine, most trying to get their affairs in order as soon as possible before the often unexpected word came that they would be shipping out.
In a way, the unexpectedness as to when they would be alerted to duty was expected, and few Marines were suprised that they would find themselves on a Shaika, heading towards some new objective.
What was rather suprising was the lack of a briefing by the CO, but as a huge majority of the ships crew were busy helping loading the ship with gear, noone had any real time to wonder why. In fact, when the Marines on board had finally finished helping loading the ship,they would not find their individual gear piled up in a easy-to-access spot, but rather jammed in the corner of the ships cargo bay.
After a few hours, the Marines on board would be alerted to be in their Armor in under 30 minutes. Afterwards, as the Shaika landed on their assigned objective. Once the Marines had exited the Shaika,
they would be greeted by a large expanse of sand and rock, with a few large cities visible in the distance, and several smaller ones visible much closer to where they had landed. Already, there were several transport ships flying with Sunburn and Viper escort into the larger cities, as well as a few Shaikas taking off and setting down every once in a while.
Whatever was going on, it was big.
The Marines would be ordered to form up and be addressed by the Field Marshall himself, a rather tall but otherwise non-descript man, as all military personnell on the planet were falling in with their choice of Power Armor on. With the appropriate words screamed at the Brigade through their suit's communication systems, the Field Marshall addressed his troops.
"Intelligence has alerted us to a planned attack by the Mishhu, to be carried out against this planet." The Field Marshall tapped the ground with his foot at that.
"As this attack is expected to begin shortly, we are not able to muster a proper defense of this planet in space. Which means that it's up to Marines to kill most of the enemy. However, there is a sizable civillian population on this planet, and as much as I'd like to arm them with some Panzerfausts to help make our job easier, it is our job to escort them off the planet."
A low-flying Warhorse over the heads of the Brigade would delay the briefing for a few minutes.
"As much as I regret to inform you all, we are not going to defend this planet until the last man like our recruitment ads promise. The idea is to cause as much casualties as we can, and then evacuate. In short, once the enemy lands this will be an orderly, fighting retreat. We're going to back ourselves into the corner, tear their nuts off, and then live to tear their dicks off later."
The sight of several Sunburns and Vipers being hauled off the Shaika brought a few cheers from the Brigade, which were immediately stopped by the Field Marshall raising his hand.
"Don't expect too many of those guys where you're headed." He pointed to a smaller city to the northwest, surrounded by what
appeared to be canals that had only recently been drained with water in an attempt to further deny the enemy resources.
"Your job is to occupy that city and assist in its defense while the citizens are evacuated. When they have been evacuated,
you are to defend the city until extracted by friendly forces." The Field Marshall would upload a map of the planet to each Marine's suit, marking several areas that surrounded the city, as well as each friendly position, down to the squad level.
"You'll notice hardly any of you will be in the city itself, as well as the lack of a well-defined front line. The idea is to place you all at, and behind, the front line surrounding the city. When your lines are in danger of being broken, you will make a fighting retreat to the next line of defense and make the enemy lose their momentum. We'll give them a few inches, but we're going to sure as hell make sure that they pay for it all. Make sure that you practice unit discipline. I don't want our lines broken by one unit rushing forward just because they caught some undisciplined Squid with their pants down."
"This is real war, boys. These aren't some limpdick Reds that can be reasoned with through violence or peace. You've been asked to place yourselves between our civillians and the hell of war. You beautiful, nasty Green fuckers will come out on top. Dismissed."
In a way, the unexpectedness as to when they would be alerted to duty was expected, and few Marines were suprised that they would find themselves on a Shaika, heading towards some new objective.
What was rather suprising was the lack of a briefing by the CO, but as a huge majority of the ships crew were busy helping loading the ship with gear, noone had any real time to wonder why. In fact, when the Marines on board had finally finished helping loading the ship,they would not find their individual gear piled up in a easy-to-access spot, but rather jammed in the corner of the ships cargo bay.
After a few hours, the Marines on board would be alerted to be in their Armor in under 30 minutes. Afterwards, as the Shaika landed on their assigned objective. Once the Marines had exited the Shaika,
they would be greeted by a large expanse of sand and rock, with a few large cities visible in the distance, and several smaller ones visible much closer to where they had landed. Already, there were several transport ships flying with Sunburn and Viper escort into the larger cities, as well as a few Shaikas taking off and setting down every once in a while.
Whatever was going on, it was big.
The Marines would be ordered to form up and be addressed by the Field Marshall himself, a rather tall but otherwise non-descript man, as all military personnell on the planet were falling in with their choice of Power Armor on. With the appropriate words screamed at the Brigade through their suit's communication systems, the Field Marshall addressed his troops.
"Intelligence has alerted us to a planned attack by the Mishhu, to be carried out against this planet." The Field Marshall tapped the ground with his foot at that.
"As this attack is expected to begin shortly, we are not able to muster a proper defense of this planet in space. Which means that it's up to Marines to kill most of the enemy. However, there is a sizable civillian population on this planet, and as much as I'd like to arm them with some Panzerfausts to help make our job easier, it is our job to escort them off the planet."
A low-flying Warhorse over the heads of the Brigade would delay the briefing for a few minutes.
"As much as I regret to inform you all, we are not going to defend this planet until the last man like our recruitment ads promise. The idea is to cause as much casualties as we can, and then evacuate. In short, once the enemy lands this will be an orderly, fighting retreat. We're going to back ourselves into the corner, tear their nuts off, and then live to tear their dicks off later."
The sight of several Sunburns and Vipers being hauled off the Shaika brought a few cheers from the Brigade, which were immediately stopped by the Field Marshall raising his hand.
"Don't expect too many of those guys where you're headed." He pointed to a smaller city to the northwest, surrounded by what
appeared to be canals that had only recently been drained with water in an attempt to further deny the enemy resources.
"Your job is to occupy that city and assist in its defense while the citizens are evacuated. When they have been evacuated,
you are to defend the city until extracted by friendly forces." The Field Marshall would upload a map of the planet to each Marine's suit, marking several areas that surrounded the city, as well as each friendly position, down to the squad level.
"You'll notice hardly any of you will be in the city itself, as well as the lack of a well-defined front line. The idea is to place you all at, and behind, the front line surrounding the city. When your lines are in danger of being broken, you will make a fighting retreat to the next line of defense and make the enemy lose their momentum. We'll give them a few inches, but we're going to sure as hell make sure that they pay for it all. Make sure that you practice unit discipline. I don't want our lines broken by one unit rushing forward just because they caught some undisciplined Squid with their pants down."
"This is real war, boys. These aren't some limpdick Reds that can be reasoned with through violence or peace. You've been asked to place yourselves between our civillians and the hell of war. You beautiful, nasty Green fuckers will come out on top. Dismissed."
