Legix
Well-Known Member
YE 40
NSMC-held "Big Wall", New Bernese, Freemud System
It had been a year since the 309th were tasked to prepare the plan. An entire year of light combat with the Fatneck pirates that had taken them across the surface of the planet and put them against many foes. The retirement, redeployment, and re-assignment of the various personnel had shifted the rosters of the Soko Neko and its assisting squad multiple times. But all of it culminated into one event, on a particular morning of an icy day. Not every world functioned on a perfect time, after all, even if the NSMC did.
The tank's crew were already buttoned down, with the infantry assigned and outfitted in their Golems, of course being tasked with wearing layers beneath their suits. The lone Aggressor was fully encrusted by its pilot's, Fang's, designs. As an arid world, it was very rare for the planet to ice over. The outside of the wall, however, was a key example of how cold the world could get. Various members of the militia wore furred or stuffed attire, manning trenches that appeared more frozen than made of dug and packed dirt. They were the defensive part by now, well-versed in fending off attacks with assistance along their lines from the 309th.
But today was the mission they had been assigned nearly a year ago came to fruition. In particular, it was the day of an ancient surprise.
Various ID-SOL, produced from the once-again running factories, had arrived. The green-clad beasts spotted the defenses in larger models of Hostiles and VOIDs. They were valuable, well-respected assets of Nepleslia and used the armor to extreme prejudice to end most assaults. And today, they were going to hold the line.
"309th," Juno's voice cut through the comm network from atop the tank, wearing a mix of uniforms with his ACVU above the more modern Crewman Jacket. "Prepare to advance. We're going hunting today... we're going to use that sensor to meet-up with field deployed recon and figure out what they've unveiled in the enemy formation. We finally have confirmation that our target is in this area, though... today, we have a shot at bringing down the Fatneck's leading elements. Naval assets have been tearing them apart behind lines and forced the enemy closer inch-by-inch."
"So let's make them struggle a little harder." The man lowered down into the tank, closing the hatch and slipping to his command seat. Armoring up with the ACVU wasn't always the best choice in the compact tank, but it was essential as their foes would have armament that could endanger the Maximus.
The infantry, save the Aggressor, had a nice Jackelope to that was at equal risk... but Kokuten's squad wasn't alone. A harder group of Hostile-wearing men was stationed to move and support the infantry as a "hammer", loaned assets from the more veteran members of the 309th that had come with the General.
In asset count, they were a fireteam, a squad, and a tank crew. But that was more than enough for a well-aimed strike. It was time to strike a critical blow and force the Fatneck war effort to be essentially crippled. It was time to kill Fatneck Bertha.
[ @Bilgecrank @Charmaylarg Dufrain @SirSPT @Primitive Polygon @Syaoran @Whitehart - Everyone who was not tagged, assume them as transferred/removed. I'll be posting every Saturday from now on, so there will be an enforced 1-week post turn. Try to stay on-top of posting, everyone. You can post more than once, obviously, but try not to write your fellow players into a corner.]
NSMC-held "Big Wall", New Bernese, Freemud System
It had been a year since the 309th were tasked to prepare the plan. An entire year of light combat with the Fatneck pirates that had taken them across the surface of the planet and put them against many foes. The retirement, redeployment, and re-assignment of the various personnel had shifted the rosters of the Soko Neko and its assisting squad multiple times. But all of it culminated into one event, on a particular morning of an icy day. Not every world functioned on a perfect time, after all, even if the NSMC did.
The tank's crew were already buttoned down, with the infantry assigned and outfitted in their Golems, of course being tasked with wearing layers beneath their suits. The lone Aggressor was fully encrusted by its pilot's, Fang's, designs. As an arid world, it was very rare for the planet to ice over. The outside of the wall, however, was a key example of how cold the world could get. Various members of the militia wore furred or stuffed attire, manning trenches that appeared more frozen than made of dug and packed dirt. They were the defensive part by now, well-versed in fending off attacks with assistance along their lines from the 309th.
But today was the mission they had been assigned nearly a year ago came to fruition. In particular, it was the day of an ancient surprise.
Various ID-SOL, produced from the once-again running factories, had arrived. The green-clad beasts spotted the defenses in larger models of Hostiles and VOIDs. They were valuable, well-respected assets of Nepleslia and used the armor to extreme prejudice to end most assaults. And today, they were going to hold the line.
"309th," Juno's voice cut through the comm network from atop the tank, wearing a mix of uniforms with his ACVU above the more modern Crewman Jacket. "Prepare to advance. We're going hunting today... we're going to use that sensor to meet-up with field deployed recon and figure out what they've unveiled in the enemy formation. We finally have confirmation that our target is in this area, though... today, we have a shot at bringing down the Fatneck's leading elements. Naval assets have been tearing them apart behind lines and forced the enemy closer inch-by-inch."
"So let's make them struggle a little harder." The man lowered down into the tank, closing the hatch and slipping to his command seat. Armoring up with the ACVU wasn't always the best choice in the compact tank, but it was essential as their foes would have armament that could endanger the Maximus.
The infantry, save the Aggressor, had a nice Jackelope to that was at equal risk... but Kokuten's squad wasn't alone. A harder group of Hostile-wearing men was stationed to move and support the infantry as a "hammer", loaned assets from the more veteran members of the 309th that had come with the General.
In asset count, they were a fireteam, a squad, and a tank crew. But that was more than enough for a well-aimed strike. It was time to strike a critical blow and force the Fatneck war effort to be essentially crippled. It was time to kill Fatneck Bertha.
[ @Bilgecrank @Charmaylarg Dufrain @SirSPT @Primitive Polygon @Syaoran @Whitehart - Everyone who was not tagged, assume them as transferred/removed. I'll be posting every Saturday from now on, so there will be an enforced 1-week post turn. Try to stay on-top of posting, everyone. You can post more than once, obviously, but try not to write your fellow players into a corner.]
