Fian
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It was the year 0030 of the Iron Crow dynasty. Although it was only thirty years into the unification of the Kaian Empire, Hopes for peace and prosperity were quickly dashed. The westernmost states at the edges of the empire were the first to fragment, many more were to follow suit if the Emperor had not quickly sent his finest to quell the uprising.
Within a year, all that was left of the separatist was their heavily fortified capital, Sleyburg City. However for a small squad forty miles away from this important stronghold in the bombed out ruins of a satellite city, their next fight would happen much nearer. But for now, for the 215th Trooper Division, there would be rest.
Huddled in particularly strong apartment building, the remaining thirty something men of the 215th took turns at sleeping, keeping watch and keeping warm. Through the ruined city ran an important underground tunnel that could potentially lead into the heart of Sleyburg. However, that was the least concern for the five other divisions including the 215th as supply drops became more and more scarce thanks to the Separatist mobile AA systems.
Noting that it was that time of the day again, Lieutenant Commissar Dreicox knocked on an apartment door where a few of his men were sleeping.
Ioannes yawned and rolled over on his bed. He slipped his legs over the edge and stood, stretching. "C'mon, boys. Let's go!" A couple other soldiers groaned and pushed themselves up and over to the door, behind the tall Calero. Ioannes quickly opened the door and saluted the officer.
Dreicox returned the salute. Although most other Commissars were of the stiff upper lip kind, the Kaian knew that his men had experienced more than enough hardships without him adding to it, and that they would not abandon him in times of need. "Right, its chow time, but somebody needs to pick up the chow. TCOM says the next crate is down the street, but I dont want a repeat of yesterday when the 216th nicked our food." The Lieutenant nodded to a small pile of heavy revolvers on a table. "Take AGPs, can't be too careful."
"Yes, sir!" Ioannes walked to the table and hefted the large gun. I love these damn things... He turned back, heading for the door, the small group of men behind him doing the same. "Ready for action, sir."
Dreicox looked at the small group still in their snug Inner Suits. Geh, full armor will just slow them down. He took out a small communicator and handed it to Ioannes, making him the squad leader. "All right, the drop is in fifteen minutes, and I expect you men to be back here in thirty." The Comissar turned around to walk away, but the edge of his scabbard knocked over a dusty vase, smashing it to the floor. "Ah damm." He muttered, frowning.
Ioannes nodded, passing the officer out the door. "Alright, guys, down we go." He headed for the stairs. "We'll see you in thirty, sir!" he yelled over his shoulder before heading down to the ground floor. A moment later, he and his four men were out on the street, their figures accompanied with the sounds of several of them swearing about the cold. "Now then..." Ioannes started down the street. His gun was in his hand, but not ready for a fight. "Remember boys, you see the 216th, just wave that hardware you're toting."
"Yohooo!" One of Ioannes's companion waved the AGP at a friendly sniper position at another bombed out apartment block across the street. He was replied with a single shot near his feet, which caused him to jump and sent him running to the front of the group, yelping. The sound of the gunfire echoed down the block, lifeless burned out husks as far as the eye can see. Their target was a playground further down the road.
Ioannes laughed at the sniper shot. "Don't be a douchebag, boy. C'mon," He pointed up to the old, busted playground a hundred meters or so away, "We're right over there." He then began to jog towards the area, hoping the shipment would show up a little sooner than his COs prediction.
Ioannes’s wish was granted. The titanium crate was there all right, except it crashed through a shack that ventilated gasses from the tunnel. It was frozen in place by a puddle of water warmed by the shack's heating coils that are now inoperatable. One of the Troopers kicked the offending box, but it refused to budge. "Aww man!"
"Damn..." Ioannes frowned, glaring at the crate and then the coils. "Hey... any of you guys," he pointed to the busted controls, "Know how to fix that?"
"Aye, there is nothing I can't fix." A burly trooper with a sheepskin hat and beard stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. Kicking open a panel near the shack revealed a small store of simple tools, in which the Kaian used to get to work. "This is going to take a while, why don't you boys play seesaw or something?" A steady hum begain to rise from the broken shack.
"Sounds like a plan, soldier." Ioannes turned. "Alright guys, let's head outside, keep an eye out for things. Make sure you keep the 216th away."
The Trooper next to Ioannes grunted. As the majority of them took up positions around the playground, one of the younger soldiers took a peek down the ventilation shaft of the shack, where the humming was coming from. "Hey, guys! There are tanks down there!"
"What?!" Ioannes jumped towards the soldier pulling him back. "Don't stick your head out in the open like that! They'll take it off! Who's tanks are they?!" The soldier reached towards his communicator, ready to send a report to his CO.
"Ah, I don't know!" The rookie responded, “Why don't you take a look?" In the meantime, the engineer had thawed out enough of the ice to remove the covering of the crate. “It is ration tape.” He muttered in a disappointed voice. The rest of the men groaned at the thought of eating concentrated rations again, while a more veteran soldier ignored this and moved up to the shack to see for himself.
"Get the crate, and start hauling fast." Ioannes looked down the stack, sticking his head over just a small amount. Who the hell are they?
While the men were removing the ration tapes from the crate, Ionnes and another Trooper were staring down at least thirty feet down the shaft at the tanks rolling by. The veteran nonchalantly commented in the features of each tank. “Dual barreled MaM-7 tanks, we use them too. Lets see... Can’t see, too dark to make out any markings.” He then stuck his head further down the shaft, mumbling to himself.
"Damnit!" Calero pulled the man back, just like the younger one earlier. "Stay back before they take your head off. He raised the communicator to his mouth. "Sir, we got tanks in the tunnel. We're not sure whose, though."
“What?!” Dreicox voice fizzled through the antiquated communicator. “I thought the 217th was looking after that place, can you please confirm whose tanks they are?” Curiosity taking hold of him, the Engineer who had just finished excavating the crate dropped a flare down the tunnel, briefly illuminating something else that isnt a MaM-7. “Hey thats an Gumyir Industries Mobile Anti Aircraft Platform!”
"FUCK! Sir, I don't think they're ours!" Came Calero's reply. "We might be in for some trouble. Orders, sir?"
“Get your ass over here right now!” Dreicox shouted into the communicator before short range jamming made short work of the small signal. Three flares shot out of the shaft, sending the nearby Troopers scrambling for cover followed by an object that looks like an oversized metal umbrella, which popped open at the apex of its asent, revealing a turbofan, camera and a machinegun turret. It was a Tank-deployed drone.
"Fuck!" Calero lifted his gun and fired several rounds at the drone. "Run! Back to base! Go go go!" He waved his men past, and then kept up fire on the drone.
While most of the men ran, a few of the other soldiers provided covering fire with their basic AGPs. Most of the bullets missed due to the drone’s small size and sloped armor, but one struck it in the lenses, damaging its optical sensors. Switching over to sound, it fired wildly at the fleeing footsteps, one of which hit Calero in the foot before he got to cover.
Calero yelled and pain and hit the ground, pulling himself behind a concrete wall. "I'm hit! Damnit! Mediiiic!"
ECM was deployed by a chaff grenade launched by a Trooper of the 216th that was on duty nearby. The Soldier wore the exoskeleton supported heavy plate armor that was the standard of the new Kaian Empire except his had synth leather plugging up various gaps in the plates, which including the Multipurpose GaSS Launcher, Gas mask and grenade chain around his waist, indicated that he was a GaSS Trooper.
Further blinded and detecting the heavy footsteps, the drone spun to spray the trooper with machinegun fire. The few which hit bounced off the heavy armor, dealing little to no damage. Raising the Launcher, the GaSS Trooper let go a HE Grenade round which blasted the drone to tiny bits. The rotatary chamber of the launcher loaded another HE round, which he then launched into the shack, blowing it up and sealing it from any more surprises.
The GaSS Trooper opened a pouch to remove a metal tube and then tossed it at one of Calero's men, who then proceeded to press it against the injured Trooper's neck, pumping him with morphine to lessen the pain. "Come on, we got to go now." He whispered before slinging Calero's arm over his shoulders to haul him back under the watchful eyes of their savior.
(JP with Sub. Anyone can join in if they wanna.)
Within a year, all that was left of the separatist was their heavily fortified capital, Sleyburg City. However for a small squad forty miles away from this important stronghold in the bombed out ruins of a satellite city, their next fight would happen much nearer. But for now, for the 215th Trooper Division, there would be rest.
Huddled in particularly strong apartment building, the remaining thirty something men of the 215th took turns at sleeping, keeping watch and keeping warm. Through the ruined city ran an important underground tunnel that could potentially lead into the heart of Sleyburg. However, that was the least concern for the five other divisions including the 215th as supply drops became more and more scarce thanks to the Separatist mobile AA systems.
Noting that it was that time of the day again, Lieutenant Commissar Dreicox knocked on an apartment door where a few of his men were sleeping.
Ioannes yawned and rolled over on his bed. He slipped his legs over the edge and stood, stretching. "C'mon, boys. Let's go!" A couple other soldiers groaned and pushed themselves up and over to the door, behind the tall Calero. Ioannes quickly opened the door and saluted the officer.
Dreicox returned the salute. Although most other Commissars were of the stiff upper lip kind, the Kaian knew that his men had experienced more than enough hardships without him adding to it, and that they would not abandon him in times of need. "Right, its chow time, but somebody needs to pick up the chow. TCOM says the next crate is down the street, but I dont want a repeat of yesterday when the 216th nicked our food." The Lieutenant nodded to a small pile of heavy revolvers on a table. "Take AGPs, can't be too careful."
"Yes, sir!" Ioannes walked to the table and hefted the large gun. I love these damn things... He turned back, heading for the door, the small group of men behind him doing the same. "Ready for action, sir."
Dreicox looked at the small group still in their snug Inner Suits. Geh, full armor will just slow them down. He took out a small communicator and handed it to Ioannes, making him the squad leader. "All right, the drop is in fifteen minutes, and I expect you men to be back here in thirty." The Comissar turned around to walk away, but the edge of his scabbard knocked over a dusty vase, smashing it to the floor. "Ah damm." He muttered, frowning.
Ioannes nodded, passing the officer out the door. "Alright, guys, down we go." He headed for the stairs. "We'll see you in thirty, sir!" he yelled over his shoulder before heading down to the ground floor. A moment later, he and his four men were out on the street, their figures accompanied with the sounds of several of them swearing about the cold. "Now then..." Ioannes started down the street. His gun was in his hand, but not ready for a fight. "Remember boys, you see the 216th, just wave that hardware you're toting."
"Yohooo!" One of Ioannes's companion waved the AGP at a friendly sniper position at another bombed out apartment block across the street. He was replied with a single shot near his feet, which caused him to jump and sent him running to the front of the group, yelping. The sound of the gunfire echoed down the block, lifeless burned out husks as far as the eye can see. Their target was a playground further down the road.
Ioannes laughed at the sniper shot. "Don't be a douchebag, boy. C'mon," He pointed up to the old, busted playground a hundred meters or so away, "We're right over there." He then began to jog towards the area, hoping the shipment would show up a little sooner than his COs prediction.
Ioannes’s wish was granted. The titanium crate was there all right, except it crashed through a shack that ventilated gasses from the tunnel. It was frozen in place by a puddle of water warmed by the shack's heating coils that are now inoperatable. One of the Troopers kicked the offending box, but it refused to budge. "Aww man!"
"Damn..." Ioannes frowned, glaring at the crate and then the coils. "Hey... any of you guys," he pointed to the busted controls, "Know how to fix that?"
"Aye, there is nothing I can't fix." A burly trooper with a sheepskin hat and beard stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. Kicking open a panel near the shack revealed a small store of simple tools, in which the Kaian used to get to work. "This is going to take a while, why don't you boys play seesaw or something?" A steady hum begain to rise from the broken shack.
"Sounds like a plan, soldier." Ioannes turned. "Alright guys, let's head outside, keep an eye out for things. Make sure you keep the 216th away."
The Trooper next to Ioannes grunted. As the majority of them took up positions around the playground, one of the younger soldiers took a peek down the ventilation shaft of the shack, where the humming was coming from. "Hey, guys! There are tanks down there!"
"What?!" Ioannes jumped towards the soldier pulling him back. "Don't stick your head out in the open like that! They'll take it off! Who's tanks are they?!" The soldier reached towards his communicator, ready to send a report to his CO.
"Ah, I don't know!" The rookie responded, “Why don't you take a look?" In the meantime, the engineer had thawed out enough of the ice to remove the covering of the crate. “It is ration tape.” He muttered in a disappointed voice. The rest of the men groaned at the thought of eating concentrated rations again, while a more veteran soldier ignored this and moved up to the shack to see for himself.
"Get the crate, and start hauling fast." Ioannes looked down the stack, sticking his head over just a small amount. Who the hell are they?
While the men were removing the ration tapes from the crate, Ionnes and another Trooper were staring down at least thirty feet down the shaft at the tanks rolling by. The veteran nonchalantly commented in the features of each tank. “Dual barreled MaM-7 tanks, we use them too. Lets see... Can’t see, too dark to make out any markings.” He then stuck his head further down the shaft, mumbling to himself.
"Damnit!" Calero pulled the man back, just like the younger one earlier. "Stay back before they take your head off. He raised the communicator to his mouth. "Sir, we got tanks in the tunnel. We're not sure whose, though."
“What?!” Dreicox voice fizzled through the antiquated communicator. “I thought the 217th was looking after that place, can you please confirm whose tanks they are?” Curiosity taking hold of him, the Engineer who had just finished excavating the crate dropped a flare down the tunnel, briefly illuminating something else that isnt a MaM-7. “Hey thats an Gumyir Industries Mobile Anti Aircraft Platform!”
"FUCK! Sir, I don't think they're ours!" Came Calero's reply. "We might be in for some trouble. Orders, sir?"
“Get your ass over here right now!” Dreicox shouted into the communicator before short range jamming made short work of the small signal. Three flares shot out of the shaft, sending the nearby Troopers scrambling for cover followed by an object that looks like an oversized metal umbrella, which popped open at the apex of its asent, revealing a turbofan, camera and a machinegun turret. It was a Tank-deployed drone.
"Fuck!" Calero lifted his gun and fired several rounds at the drone. "Run! Back to base! Go go go!" He waved his men past, and then kept up fire on the drone.
While most of the men ran, a few of the other soldiers provided covering fire with their basic AGPs. Most of the bullets missed due to the drone’s small size and sloped armor, but one struck it in the lenses, damaging its optical sensors. Switching over to sound, it fired wildly at the fleeing footsteps, one of which hit Calero in the foot before he got to cover.
Calero yelled and pain and hit the ground, pulling himself behind a concrete wall. "I'm hit! Damnit! Mediiiic!"
ECM was deployed by a chaff grenade launched by a Trooper of the 216th that was on duty nearby. The Soldier wore the exoskeleton supported heavy plate armor that was the standard of the new Kaian Empire except his had synth leather plugging up various gaps in the plates, which including the Multipurpose GaSS Launcher, Gas mask and grenade chain around his waist, indicated that he was a GaSS Trooper.
Further blinded and detecting the heavy footsteps, the drone spun to spray the trooper with machinegun fire. The few which hit bounced off the heavy armor, dealing little to no damage. Raising the Launcher, the GaSS Trooper let go a HE Grenade round which blasted the drone to tiny bits. The rotatary chamber of the launcher loaded another HE round, which he then launched into the shack, blowing it up and sealing it from any more surprises.
The GaSS Trooper opened a pouch to remove a metal tube and then tossed it at one of Calero's men, who then proceeded to press it against the injured Trooper's neck, pumping him with morphine to lessen the pain. "Come on, we got to go now." He whispered before slinging Calero's arm over his shoulders to haul him back under the watchful eyes of their savior.
(JP with Sub. Anyone can join in if they wanna.)
