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The bridge of NSS Dauntless, en route to the Mwigflukbajik systemm, 3 days after the beginning of the Rok'Veru Offensive
"I was really beginning to think they were going to leave us out of this one, Grand Admiral. Being the smallest, newest Fleet and all," Captain Valencia Ironside confided to her superior officer. Grand Admiral Dominic Valken was still getting used to the new rank. He had thought that his assignment to the 4th Fleet a year ago was temporary. Until Admiral Heram J. Wazu had done a runner. Valken wasn't surprised to hear about the coward's flight. Employment of useless mercenaries and illegal Nekovalkyrja, the crimes certainly carried a heavy weight.
"And not helped by the sudden re-emergence of the delinquent Wazu. From what I'm told, that international conference was a waste of time. Nepleslia continues to strengthen itself and Yamatai continues to be two-faced. Once the NMX are gone, I expect there'll be conflict between us and the Cats. And no quiet retirement," Valken agreed.
"I don't think anyone retires quietly as a Grand Admiral, sir," Valencia added.
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Hangar of NSS Dauntless
Leon stood before the assembled Marines, at least the ones stationed aboard NSS Dauntless. Sergeant Phaedra Volkov's Cavaliers and Corporal Steven Holmes' Irregulars. The former was a mix of veteran and green Marines. The latter were all former mercenaries who had gotten fed up with their former outfit, its ridiculous policies and attitudes. The Cavaliers were led by a clone woman, used to sniping at long distance rather than leading her squad. The Irregulars were led by a cold-thinking, highly intelligent young man who clearly had stories about him but refused to share. Two very different units led by two very different people.
The other squads were on other cruisers in the squadron. Admiral Valken clearly didn't want all of his precious Marines on the flagship causing him headaches. Better to delegate those headaches to subordinates.
"The Admiral has briefed me on the mission and I'm here to brief you lot. As you may, or may not know, depending on how well you read the news, the 1st Assault Fleet has begun its attack on Rok'Veru. Details are a little sketchy at the moment but we do know that they've launched the planetary invasion. So it shouldn't be too soon that we hear that they're pushing the squids back.
"Our job, in six hours when we exit FTL, is to make sure the NMX don't bother old Vanderhuge while he crushes the Mishhu and Nekos on Rok'Veru with his bare hands. The Fleet will engage all NMX forces present in the system and once we have secured it, elements from 3rd Fleet will be dropping in with reinforcements, resupply and repair. It's going to be a fleet action and that means..." Leon waited a moment to see who would catch on first.
"Boarding actions," Laura Romero spoke first. The silver-haired clone, who might have passed as Volkov's younger sister spoke with the same serious analytical voice that Leon had come to expect from Holmes. He had thought that the girl was a bit of an airhead and ditz but clearly he was wrong.
"Exactly. I don't have the exact details since we'll need to know first what the enemy has but the basic plan is simple. The Marines are launched from shuttles to assault immobilized NMX capital ships. Hopefully one of them has their Fleet commander. If not, grab all the data and important looking prisoners. That means, Private Aubrey, pay close attention here, no anti-matter and nothing bigger than a Hostile. No VOID, no Aggressors, and no NIGHTs. I can see that look on your face, Sergeant Volkov, this is an assault through close quarters. The NIGHT is a stealth machine, not a stand up fighter like the Hostile. I will not let my people take anything that has a higher risk of getting them killed. Don't like it? You can go without power armor and join the sailors in body armor instead. We provide the armor and armed sailors will provide the numbers to secure the ship. Anything slowing them up, we take it down. Remember those ID-SOLs from the bar? Be nice to them.
I want door breaching charges ready and medics, make sure you know where to set up an aid station for wounded. Tech sentries and you computer geeks, make sure you're ready to tackle NMX security systems. Squad leaders, prepare your squads. We drop out of FTL in four hours!"
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XSS Momoranth, Flagship of the 118th NMX Fleet, Mwigflukbajik
"It occurs to me, Elite Technician Gahze, that fortune is smiling upon us or it is about to play a cruel joke. Our force here has been ordered to immediately assault the Nepleslians in orbit over Rok'Veru. The 132nd will arrive in two days to guard this system." The deep, gravelly NMX Mishhu that spoke was the commanding officer, Master Commander Izmarhk'resh. He was addressing his favorite pet, a Nekovalkyrja named Gahze, who stood before him nude as was customary in this fleet. Or rather, the custom was no clothes allowed on the bridge. It was an odd, though amusing tradition amongst some fleets in the NMX, usually observed only when the threat of combat was low to negligible.
"But that is insane, we have less than ten capital ships. Our cruisers would have to ram ... Oh..." Gahze stopped when she realized that was the whole point. A one-way trip to destroy the Nepleslians.
"Indeed, pet. It is an excellent strategy for everyone, except for those who have to carry it out. Signal the fleet to prepare to leave the system."
"Strange for a Master Commander to speak with such... cynicism. Surely you have no intentions to rebel against this order, Izmarhk'resh?" the third speaker's sweet, seductive voice drew Izmarhk'resh's attention. The hybrid. Neither Mishhu nor Neko. A Nightmare named Helszepont. While he was in command of the Fleet, she was just an observer who outranked him and enjoyed ordering him around. A creature being prepared for higher command.
"I was really beginning to think they were going to leave us out of this one, Grand Admiral. Being the smallest, newest Fleet and all," Captain Valencia Ironside confided to her superior officer. Grand Admiral Dominic Valken was still getting used to the new rank. He had thought that his assignment to the 4th Fleet a year ago was temporary. Until Admiral Heram J. Wazu had done a runner. Valken wasn't surprised to hear about the coward's flight. Employment of useless mercenaries and illegal Nekovalkyrja, the crimes certainly carried a heavy weight.
"And not helped by the sudden re-emergence of the delinquent Wazu. From what I'm told, that international conference was a waste of time. Nepleslia continues to strengthen itself and Yamatai continues to be two-faced. Once the NMX are gone, I expect there'll be conflict between us and the Cats. And no quiet retirement," Valken agreed.
"I don't think anyone retires quietly as a Grand Admiral, sir," Valencia added.
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Hangar of NSS Dauntless
Leon stood before the assembled Marines, at least the ones stationed aboard NSS Dauntless. Sergeant Phaedra Volkov's Cavaliers and Corporal Steven Holmes' Irregulars. The former was a mix of veteran and green Marines. The latter were all former mercenaries who had gotten fed up with their former outfit, its ridiculous policies and attitudes. The Cavaliers were led by a clone woman, used to sniping at long distance rather than leading her squad. The Irregulars were led by a cold-thinking, highly intelligent young man who clearly had stories about him but refused to share. Two very different units led by two very different people.
The other squads were on other cruisers in the squadron. Admiral Valken clearly didn't want all of his precious Marines on the flagship causing him headaches. Better to delegate those headaches to subordinates.
"The Admiral has briefed me on the mission and I'm here to brief you lot. As you may, or may not know, depending on how well you read the news, the 1st Assault Fleet has begun its attack on Rok'Veru. Details are a little sketchy at the moment but we do know that they've launched the planetary invasion. So it shouldn't be too soon that we hear that they're pushing the squids back.
"Our job, in six hours when we exit FTL, is to make sure the NMX don't bother old Vanderhuge while he crushes the Mishhu and Nekos on Rok'Veru with his bare hands. The Fleet will engage all NMX forces present in the system and once we have secured it, elements from 3rd Fleet will be dropping in with reinforcements, resupply and repair. It's going to be a fleet action and that means..." Leon waited a moment to see who would catch on first.
"Boarding actions," Laura Romero spoke first. The silver-haired clone, who might have passed as Volkov's younger sister spoke with the same serious analytical voice that Leon had come to expect from Holmes. He had thought that the girl was a bit of an airhead and ditz but clearly he was wrong.
"Exactly. I don't have the exact details since we'll need to know first what the enemy has but the basic plan is simple. The Marines are launched from shuttles to assault immobilized NMX capital ships. Hopefully one of them has their Fleet commander. If not, grab all the data and important looking prisoners. That means, Private Aubrey, pay close attention here, no anti-matter and nothing bigger than a Hostile. No VOID, no Aggressors, and no NIGHTs. I can see that look on your face, Sergeant Volkov, this is an assault through close quarters. The NIGHT is a stealth machine, not a stand up fighter like the Hostile. I will not let my people take anything that has a higher risk of getting them killed. Don't like it? You can go without power armor and join the sailors in body armor instead. We provide the armor and armed sailors will provide the numbers to secure the ship. Anything slowing them up, we take it down. Remember those ID-SOLs from the bar? Be nice to them.
I want door breaching charges ready and medics, make sure you know where to set up an aid station for wounded. Tech sentries and you computer geeks, make sure you're ready to tackle NMX security systems. Squad leaders, prepare your squads. We drop out of FTL in four hours!"
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XSS Momoranth, Flagship of the 118th NMX Fleet, Mwigflukbajik
"It occurs to me, Elite Technician Gahze, that fortune is smiling upon us or it is about to play a cruel joke. Our force here has been ordered to immediately assault the Nepleslians in orbit over Rok'Veru. The 132nd will arrive in two days to guard this system." The deep, gravelly NMX Mishhu that spoke was the commanding officer, Master Commander Izmarhk'resh. He was addressing his favorite pet, a Nekovalkyrja named Gahze, who stood before him nude as was customary in this fleet. Or rather, the custom was no clothes allowed on the bridge. It was an odd, though amusing tradition amongst some fleets in the NMX, usually observed only when the threat of combat was low to negligible.
"But that is insane, we have less than ten capital ships. Our cruisers would have to ram ... Oh..." Gahze stopped when she realized that was the whole point. A one-way trip to destroy the Nepleslians.
"Indeed, pet. It is an excellent strategy for everyone, except for those who have to carry it out. Signal the fleet to prepare to leave the system."
"Strange for a Master Commander to speak with such... cynicism. Surely you have no intentions to rebel against this order, Izmarhk'resh?" the third speaker's sweet, seductive voice drew Izmarhk'resh's attention. The hybrid. Neither Mishhu nor Neko. A Nightmare named Helszepont. While he was in command of the Fleet, she was just an observer who outranked him and enjoyed ordering him around. A creature being prepared for higher command.
