The Third Great War

[Mirad182]

David exited his quarters. He was in full unifor and ready for this day's asignment. He aproached the dispatch office and after getting clearence he joined the rest of the 12 man team. They had recieved orders to bring a neuroly implanted chip to certain satelite towers behind DCP lines. He checked his gear and after making a quick cybernetic diagnostic check he boarded the stealth fighter. He sat behind the bridge with the rest of the Monkey team.

He opened up the mission briefing wich he had downloaded into his neuro computer. A computerized voice spoke within his mind. It outlined the basic mission peramiters before going to the mission maps wich had either been provided for him or that he downloaded himself. He carefully reviewed the routs they were to take. The insertion zone, the positions of the satelite towers and then finally he calculated possible routs to each.After he was finished they He brought up a list of all the equipment he had. His standard wepons and hacking equipment plus the implant.

He reverted to normal vision as they aproached the drop off point. He opened up the navigational program and enterred the position of the drop point on the map and the positions of the main targets. As soon as the door opened he peered out.......

 

[Evil Attorney]

USNS BURKE
CIC
14:30 hours

Captain LeSable entered the CIC and looked around for the Commodore, as he was not in his usual haunts. His commnand chair, the halographic display, or the planning charts.

"Were is the Admiral?" She asked a radar tech.

"He is in the comm shack, Ma'am" answered the radar tech.

Captain LeSable approached the Marines guarding the communication room and submited her ID, Fingerprints and Iris of her Eye for identification. This process was required even though the Marines knew dam well who she was.

NOBODY gets into the comunication room without ID verification and authorisation. It was the most heavily guarded area of the ship.

In that room were stand alone comunication systems, computers for encryption and decryption and the Cyrptology key books. The key book were kept hardcopy to prevent unauthorised access to communication traffic.

After she was verified, she entered a double door, sealing the first before opening the second.

As she entered the Commodore looked up at her and said with a smile "Well, what brings a hot chick like you into a dump like this?"

She gave him her most seductive smile and replied "Its not your sexy one star ass, but the encrypted dispatch I know you recieved. I know you don't like this tomb anymore than I do, so spill, if I'm cleared for the message, that is..."

Bains smiled "You mean you don't want me? I'm crushed... we are getting reinforcements...I hope you like Gin, because they are Britsh. It seems that the Royal Navy is going to be working with us in the upcoming opperations relating to the Confucious, and we are going coordinate with one of the Royal Navy's Squadrons. After we pop the truckstops, we will link up with them and bring them up to speed on our tatics."

"What are the details,sir?" LeSable asked.

Bains handed her the dispatch and she read :

DISPATCH IS THIRTEEN (13) LINES

From: USNS Mars Sector Command
To: CO 932nd Raider Group
RE: Convoy Opperations, Confucious

1 - Observed your attack against UP forces(Mars).
2 - Nice Work
3 - Upon completion of raid against Truckstops you will
4 - Proceed to attached Coordinates and join with
5 - Royal NavyForces dispatched to your aid for
6 - upcoming Mars Sector Opps.
7 - COMMODORE BAINS, you are hereby frocked to Rear
8 - Admiral or the duration of opperations pending
9 - Confirmation by the Senate.
10 - Royal Navy Forces still being assembled, composition
11 - Unknown, REPEAT, COMP RN forces UNKNOWN.
12 - Good Luck
13 - Reguards, CPT. LeSable, (AYMY)

Encrypted Dispatches HAVE NOT been decoded and are awaiting dispersion into officer's email quay pending clearance codes.
-----

Captain LeSable smiled as she read the last line. "Jewish Mothers ...they always know how to get a message through, even if they have to use encrypted traffic, well, she is ONI, so I doubt nothing is impossible for her...Congraduations on your promotion, Sir."

Bains sniffed "Its not because they love me, its because we have allied forces and they want an USNS officer in command. You know the 11th commandment of the US Navy ... USNS forces are to be commanded by USNS officers.
Not that I mind the star, but I can always use the extra money that it would come with after the senate approves me."

"Still, Sir, Congradulations" LeSable said.

"Whats AYMY?" the Admiral asked.

"Mom...Are You Married Yet...She is going to kill me of embarasment sooner or later..." LeSable blushed.

Bains laughed and said "Captain, lets get to work. Faster we end the war, the sooner you and I can get hitched."

"Sir, I have a boyfriend. He's a Marine Captain on Venus" LeSable parried.

"Yeah, well...just consider me as backup or something...I have my own Jewish mother pestering me, but lucky for me, she can't get into Encrypted Fleet Coms. HA HA HA HA" laughed Bains as he left the comm room.

 

[poohlive]

Maybe it was the fact that Farren thought this little mech was easier to work than he first thought jumping into it, or maybe it was just the threat that came over the hill in a hurried speed, but as he pressed button to button, he wondered if perhaps this tactic were a little arrogant.
A display map came out, pointing out all the little bleeps that were allies and enemies. Only it was backwards, all the friendly blue ones were the ones he wanted to blow up, and the blinking red's were his friends.
Some dried food appeared in something that remined him of a glove compartment. It looked half eaten. Music blared out of the internal com system, something about it being the end of the world.
How touching.
And then, he found the missile!
Flying back several feet, and literally having the Mech fall around him nearly took the wind right out of him. Farren lay there, on his back, as the Mech slid to a stop, right next to the tree it had fallen before.
"whoa..." He looked at the display button, large and red. Maybe he shouldn't press that one anymore.
A little work on the joystick brought him back up again. He limped, something was wrong with one of the legs, back up to his spot, firing rapid autocannon shots once more.
The missile had floated over everyone's head, and landed some 300 miles to the east.
He didn't think he'd fire another one.
Pressing the button for the radio, something classical came on, and he felt that would be better, as he tried to destory what was coming at them.

 

[cats]

Charles, Lt. Jackson, Senate

IC: Charles: "I must say I didn't expect this to happen." Charles looked at the satellite footage of the battle field. "Simply amazing that they are able to fight back against us when we out flanked them. I didn't expect them to be able to switch to a new tactic so smoothly and now they are becoming fortified."

Charles looked at the foot age a bit longer. So far the battle had been fairly expensive costing several expensive meacha and fighter craft. At least no carriers or cruisers have been lost yet. "Order a retreat. Move units 521, 760, and 4 as advanced scouts deeper into a territory. Have the rest move to wards the Mobile HQ and HQ buildings, pack up what they can and move out. I want artillery to cover the retreating troops, and move them in shifts, according to location." Now is the time to move from tactics to strategy.

IC: Lt. Jackson: "Sir I just received orders to pull back to the HQ. Your charge seems to be a strong method of retreating to me." Jackson then took a step back. "Men conserve your ballistic weapons, we'll need them for punch in our charge."

IC: Senate: "I once again ask why Commodore Bains? He has been useful and deserves to control a fleet. How ever I do not see why you insist on giving him command of two fleets. He has performed better in hit and run operations and I don't feel he is suited to command a strait forward battle of this magnitude."

A congress women stood up ready to share her views. "We need some one by the end of today. Can you name another qualified officer on Mars?"

"Mr. Daniels, your protest is noted but we have carefully considered the pros and cons of Bians and feel that he is best suited for the job." the head of the senate spoke out.

 

[SwampThing]

Mars

The in-atmosphere Cock Fighters are a motley crew of ships, some built from pieces of Earth aircraft from the Cold War era, some built from decommisioned spacecraft or rebel vehicles captured on Titan. Paris Nouveau defenses pick up many squadrons, a swarm, moving fast through their airspace.

The battle with the DCP air defense spreads violently across the DCP / French colonial border, ships on both sides falling to the red surface in flames. The Cock Fighters suffer heavy losses, but the DCP airforce, already spread thin giving cover in the trench battle, is distracted away from their orbital defenses.
___________________

During the night, three Black Dragons uncloak in a small valley beyond the DCP border. The matte black spacecraft are too large for this landscape, and seem clumsy, stupid. Each craft opens, and four hacker-commandos decend the landing ramp. As soon as the all-clear is given, the stealth fighters climb rapidly into the air, disappearing again behind their chameleon polymers and anti-magnet fields.

The twelve Monkeys are dressed in light combat armor, stealth hoods drawn over their faces, and data masks over their eyes. Each sees and hears information on the others' positions, health, and thoughts. Eight carry American civilian clothing, the other four carry captured soldiers' uniforms. Half of the Monkeys are women. None of them are ethnic Chinese.

The maps scrolling across their data-masks shows a road nearby, and a network of small water-mining towns. The nearest satelite tower is 3 days away on foot. The Monkeys creep across the rocks, avoiding the road for as long as possible. At dawn, they prepare to infiltrate the first of the mining towns.

 

[poohlive]

His efforts did nothing, to say the least. In truth, he put on more of a light and effects show than anything else. A dazzling way to end the battle, but nothing done. He dented a few mech's as they back pedaled, nothing more.
The battlefield lay cold and smoking in the mar's wind, which had just come up, carrying sand and other things across their path.
"Sir," He called in, unsure what to do with both of his captures. He had one DCP mech, unsure just what kind it was... and one DCP Mech fighter, who looked conscious, but with Robbie guarding him, wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"You got a name" He asked, getting out of the thing, as it leaned heavilly to one side, threatening to tip over. Farren didn't know how to turn it off, or whatever. He hoped it would just do so on it's own, or someone could come over and do it for him.
Someone who knew something about mech's.
"I need an engineer and a small convoy," He said into the mike, "I've captured an unidentified mech, along with it's pilot. A prisoner of war, awaiting orders on what to do next, sir."
Robbie clicked.
Farren didn't know if the robot agreed with him or not.

 

[Morgoth]

Klor

John nodded to the lieutenant. "That's what I'm planning on", he said. John peered intently at the enemy lines. He sat for a few moments, just staring. He must have seen something he liked, because he picked up the radio. "Terrier! I repeat, Terrier! All DCP forces, charge!" he shouted. He slipped the radio back into its place, picked up his assault rifle, then joined the AWT as they ran towards the enemy lines, individuals, yet covering each other, each contributing to the team.

 

[SwampThing]

Farren's crackling orders are to rendezvous with the remains of a Ram heavy tank battalion camouflaged in the hills west of his position. He is to bring the captured mech, and accompany his prisoner to Hellas Basin.

 

[cats]

Chalres

IC: 'Sir a French base is under attack.' "Hmm I figured they'd be tied up still." He carefully looked at the map. "We'll have to trust them on their own." Charles carefully reflected on the after math of this battle. Perhaps he was to hasty.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

ooc:sorry ive been out all,i recently had a death in my family and i havent been on much))
He groaned and tried to sit up,btu was held down by a robot who was gaurding him.
He turned to look athis mech,then back."you bastard you took my Fucking Mech for a joyride!"he yelled at him,struggling against the robot's grip.He just then noticedthe rank insignia's on the man's uniform."ifantry?your a fucking groundie and you tried to use my Loki ?,are you insane,you couldve hit the self-destruct!"
He breathed deeply,managing to struggle itno a sitting position but thats it.
"my names ivellias,and i swear to god if you did anything to my Loki ill shove an autocannon up your ass and blow you to hell!"

ooc:lol sorry bout all the curses but my characters ina lil shock y'know?^.^)

 

[Evil Attorney]

Earth
London

Admiralty House, Office of the Chief of Naval Opperations.


The CNO looked over his force deployments and snareled.

He had too few ships.

His fleet was involved in its own opperations escorting commerse all over the DCP, and unlike the UP's approach of using lighter units, he had a significant portion of his heavier ships running the escorts to insure that commerse raiding of DCP shipping was going to be a loosing proposition.

He had on his desk an official USN request for the carrier group Ark Royal, the Earth Sector's post powerful unit, which was currently part of the Royal Navy's Home Fleet.

The Americans could kiss his Brittish Bum on getting the Ark Royal, however...alies were alies...and knowing the Mars situation he could not just refuse.

Sometimes he wondered about the Americans. Their collaboration on the Trafalgar and Lord Admiral Horatio Nelson class cruisor design and construction was exquisite, and the ships were built in record time...however in other things, the Yanks were pains in the arse.

Looking at his deployments, something caught his eye.

Vest Pocket Carriers, or the escort carriers. 1/3 the size of the current fleet carriers, built on battleship frames during the last war. He had several of them coming online in 1 week.

When the hostilities looked iminent, the Royal Navy resurected its reserves and started updating them.

These ships were available, and he had the personel to staff them, and the fighers to put on them.

In his mind it was settled. These ships and their escorts would be the force he sent to the Americans.

It wasn't the Ark Royal, but if they didn't like it, they could shove it...

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Isn't Farren DCP? What's going on? Ahhhhhhh! I'm so confused!

 

[Evil Attorney]

USNS Burke
CIC
00:24 hours

The CIC was dead at this hour, being the begining of the third watch aboard ship when a message came in. After the sailor manning comunications decoded the header, he called Officer of the Deck and showed the message to him.

This officer authenticated the message with his codebook, and took it to the Captain.

"Well, the admiral will shit a brick when he sees this...call his steward, have him standing by with malox and a double Calvados...make that 2 glasses, ice, and the fucking bottle..." said LeSable when she read the message.

She dressed in her off duty clothes, grabbed her kimber compact 1911, tucked it into her her waistband and 2 extra 6 round magazines into her pocket, as was her custom to never be unarmed when awake, picked up the message hardcopy and went to the admiral's quarters.

When she arrived, the Marine sentry saluted stiffly. She remained formal on the outside, but inside she melted slightly...she loved Marines, and one more than the rest, but still...the uniform got her... Although she had no desire to be in the mud, well, not with people shooting at her, the sight of all the sweaty, fit men was somthing she enjoyed.

"Sound my entrance, I need to see the Admiral" Said LeSable.

"Aye, Ma'am." Said the sentry, and he entered to wake the Admiral.

The sentry was sweating slightly as he did this. The admiral routinely worked out with the Marines aboard ship, and was notoriously touchy when sleeping or when you surprised him.

The admiral wasn't exactly a large or powerful man, be he knew all the tricks of dirty fighting and when startled or surprised, he reacted very quickly, usualy striking or throwing whoever starteled him.

Upon seeing the Admiral's baseball cap, he tossed it onto the admiral's face and stepped back watching for the result.

Upon touching the Admiral, he kicked out with both legs, sat up with one hand flinging the baseball cap away and the other flicking a balisong knife open, and sputtered "What the fuck?!?!?...Oh, you Corporal...I didn't get you, did I?" he said.

"Nope, but it was entertaining, Sir." he said

Bains flicked his knife closed, layed back down and closed his eyes, and pulled the pillow over his head and screamed "Fuck!!!!" for 10 seconds, the sat up and with a cheereful expression said "I assume their is either a message for me that I'm really not going to like, we have a contact, or you brought me 2 of those hot chicks from your batalion for me to enjoy?"

"You mean the two 19yrold PFC's that were on the track in the gym on tuesday? No, sir, them's mine. The Captain is here to see you sir, and I think its a message, as she had a hardcopy with her." the Corporal said.

"Give me 5 minutes and send her in." Said Bains.

The Marine nodded and sent in the Captain.

Bains threw off his underware into the laundry chute, walked into the shower, turned up the temprature to 'boil lobster' and the pressure to steam clean, walked in, gritted his teeth, turned 360 degrees, and walked out onto the air drying pad. 10 seconds of that, and being fully awake now, he put on a pair of jeans, tucked his Glock 32 into his pants which already contained a pair of 17 round magazines, threw on a T'shirt which said "how do I set my Laser Printer to STUN"

Bains knew the Captain would be armed, as he was the one who's rule she coppied reguarding being awake and armed.

He knew he had enemies, and some of them he had pissed off severely. The Chinese and Russain inteligence services had hit officers with good combat records before, even aboard ship, and he wasn't going to take chances.

It wasn't likely to happen, the last time it was tried was 30 years ago and that attempt failed, but still...

He knew that whenever it happened, successful or not, the DCP Central Inteligence went on a bloody retribution spree targeting dozens of UP senior officers, politicians, diplomats and their families, but still, he hadn't lives to his 40's being trusting or easy going.

Bains tapped his comunicator, "let her in"

Captain LeSable stepped in and said "So, the Corporal lived...your slipping..."

"Fuck off, I wasn't sleeping with the gun this time...its midnight, I should be sleeping. Why the fuck are you here?" Bains asked.

She handed him a hardcopy message and watched his face.

Bains read the message, and read it over again...

"Well, I think I shall kill someone now...2 vest pocket carriers, and 4 other escorting ships!!! 2 stealthed raiders I could have used, but about 22 fighters is all those 2 carriers are worth? Both of them...What the FUCK do they expect me to do with this kind of shit against a FLEET FUCKING CARRIER....

This kind of shit is great for a raider group, but someone obviously never read the force requirements for a Fleet FUCKING carrier!!!!!!!!!!"

LeSable watched impassively and subtly signaled for the steward to enter with the malox and liquor.

The steward, cleared to enter at any time without being announced, came in, nodded to the admiral, set the tray down and seeing the mood of the admiral, left without interupting his tirade.

Bains stopped ranting, calmed down and said "Thank you, Kelly."

Chief Kelly said "It was her Idea, Sir." pointing to the Captain.

Bains said "Your both great. Anti-acid and apple brandy. Just what I need."

Bains sat down, took a long pull off the malox, and poured the brandy for the Captain and himself.

"Ok, this is what they gave me...this is what I'll use. My orders never said anything about returning the ships in usable condition, so fuck 'em... I can do this...what am I thinking...I'm not going to fight this fucker...I'm going to bleed her dry and cut her up like a fucking goose.

Captain, assemble the 932nd at point zebra to link up with the fucking Brits. Forget truckstop for now, We don't have the resources to pursue it at the moment. Much as I love cheap explosions, this one is going to be costly.

Schedual a staff meeting for 10:00 hours. Get lost, I'm going to have a drink and go to sleep. Kelly, wake me at 07:00. Dismissed." Said Bains.

And with that, he cleared and safed his weapon, took off his clothes, knocked back a tripple brandy and went to sleep.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Always been U.P. Wrote that in my first post, and then on, as I kept killing DCP scum. I thought there were too many DCp characters, so had to make it more even.



Farren took a step away from the mech, as if getting too close to it might press the self destruct. He hadn't known those things were equipped with that. Why didn't anyone in inteligence tell him these things?
"All right, calm down. Robbie, make sure he has no weapons, "Robbie patted him down (you can keep a knife or something, just don't want a pocket blaster getting me in the back)
Robbie picked up a piece of sharded metal, and bent it in around the prisoners wrists. A make do manacle, the robot had incredible strength.
"Robbie, do you know how to drive one of those things?"
The robot scanned the Loki, clicked for a second, and then nodded.
"Aye sir."
"Good, we're going to Hellas Basin. Lead the way."
The mech came to life, and went west towards the hills in an almost mechanical fashion, even more so for the mech.
"Come on then," Farren took out his m4, pointing it not at the prisoner, but having it ready in case he tried anything.
"This is going to take awhile, you may as well tell me your name, and rank."

 

[DarkThoughts01]

Lieutenant Ivellias LeiLander,special mech division, Norse subdivision.And your robot better not scratch my Loki or ill turn it into scrap.He grumbled,walking a lil extra slowly,hoping to stall until the battle line could draw closer.He could hear it near,the sounds of weapons fire and the crump of mines and explosives going off.
The robot had neatly stripped him of his pistol and the simple combat knife,but the small blade nestled in his prostethic left foot and ankle was still there.He squirmed a bit and tried to get to the watch/controller for his two small gaurd robots,btu the bent metal prevented it.They would sit limp in the mech until turned on.

 

[cats]

Charles

OOC: You are seriously out gunned EA, my bad. Perhaps this will help.

IC: "So the British have been sent in to help the French base. That is good, but then who did they send to join Bains on his hunt for the Leviathan?" 'A small fleet, two light carriers, two gunships, and two point defense ships.' I looked at the computer screen and the data. "That'll do shit against that fleet. Pull out Wedge's ship and have it join the fleet. Do we any other free ships?" Charles scrolled down the list of fleets, "well pull back the second carrier squad, or whats left of it." (1 mid sized carrier and 1 mid sized beam ship.) "What the British sent may not be help full for destroying the leviathan it will help with a set of additional orders, send Bians a message."

 

[poohlive]

Farren walked behind the man, his gun pointed down, just at the heels of the p[risoner who walked before him.
"All right, calm down. Robbie knows more about the Loki, as you call it, than even you do. He has detailed files. He won't scratch it, I promise you."
Farren gave a little chuckle, "And if he does, you can send a complaint to the U.P. forces. A stern letter, that might do the trick."
Stray bullets grazed overhead, and Farren ducked, his humor lost for a second, as he scanned the horison for someone that might see them.
They were leaving the battlefield, and the last of the attacks commenced each party backing off, but people within those parties trying to get their last shots.
"Hell, this is going to be a long and bloody war, isn't it?"
He had just realized that, looking out at the Mars field, where hundreds of bodies, mechs, and unrecognizable debris lay just about everywhere.
So much hate and bigotry, so much pain and torture in this land. They had barely lived at Mars, and are already destroying it.
"Hellas Basin," He sighed, remembering his mission once more.
"Come on, let's hurry up. I want to get there sometime today."

 

[SwampThing]

UP

The Ram heavy tank battalion Farren was told to meet up with only has three tanks still fully functioning. Another two limp along behind, armor badly damaged and weapons systems useless. Ram tanks ride high on four independent monster-truck wheels, and take full advantage of Mars' light gravity as they climb over rocks, craters, and sand dunes.

The tanks travel by night, surrounded by a loose band of Rats like Farren, separated from their own companies. During the day, the tanks are covered in red camoflage netting, and the Rats hide in their shadows, and sleep in shifts. They are a few days from the First River, which marks the beginning of UP-controlled territory, and then another few days to the trainyard, and an hour by bullet train to Hellas Planitia Basin.

The tank jocks have an elitist attitude towards the scurrying infantry. The two groups of men tend to keep separate. Yet there is a sense of respect for the lone Rat-boy escorting a captured DCP mech and pilot. Some of the other Rats say he's probably in line for a promotion when they reach the base.

 

[Evil Attorney]

Point Zebra
CIC
22:00 hours.

The 932nd raider group was assembled.

12 Lord Admiral Horatio Nelson class crusiors, 12 John Paul Jones class destroyers and 24 frigates of various classes gleamed in the starlight.

Loading additional ammunition was taking time, but they had that time waiting for the British reinforcements.

Bains was grateful that the Birtish were detailing off such heavy units to guard supply convoys.

The UP forces would have a motherfucker of a time trying to get near DCP commerse.

Bains walked over to the tatical station and called up a scan of the lead British vessel escorting the supply convoy.

It was Escort carrier in charge of, 2 Trafalgar class cruisors, and a frigate squadron.

All that spelled "Serious fucking firepower" to Bains. Not as much boom boom as he had at his disposal, but more than enough to either totaly safeguard the freighters, or require a significant chunk of the UP fleet to deal with effectively.

The computer displayed:

Target - HMS Spitfire
Designation - Mandrake Class Escort Carrier
Tonnage - 750,000,000 K-tons
Fighter Wing - 85 interceptors, 10 strike fighters/bombers, 8 Space-Warning-Command-Control Craft

Bains knew that he wasn't getting one of these ships, let alone 2 of them.

He was getting the venerable, yet smaller Merlin Class escort carriers. Those were left over from the last war, built on battleship frames, which meant they retained their best features of shielding, toughness, speed and an heavy energy armement.

Although they lacked missile broadsides, they had chace tube, the ability to launch and recover her fighters quickly, a British built EW suite slightly larger than his own by mass (but much smaller per size of the ship) which was equal to the EW systems he had at his disposal.

The best part was they had a profile that on radar would match a battleship even if the enemy gets a 68% clear radar return off her. With her EW running at full, the ship could be just about anything from a freighter to a frigate and back again.

They were old, but heavily refited ships, and due to their battleship origins, tougher than nails.

The smile on his face grew.

A plan was begining to form in his mind that would cause hemaroids for the UP Navy.

For now, he would wait and ponder what was to become of his men.

He hoped they would all live, but realisticaly he knew that all to many of them would die.

He just hoped they wouldn't die uselessly.

 

[Morgoth]

John

OOC: Must have misread before, pooh.

IC: John fought clear, running to the nearest cover. The rest of the DCP followed, firing backwards. "MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" he roared at them as they scrambled to jump behind another ridge. Energy and projectiles sliced through the air overhead, deadly and menacing. Once the final DCP forces had reached the ridge, John pulled a Corporal aside. "I need you to send me whoever's in command of our engineer division. Go!" he ordered. The Corporal scrambled off. he returned several minutes later, a Weapons Sergeant in tow. The Corporal returned to his duties as the Sergeant approached John, saluting. "At ease. I assume your lieutenant's dead? Very well. I need you to establish a temporary HQ. I also need you to build up whatever bulwarks you can. We're on lower ground right now, so we won't stay here for long. Still, those bulwarks should help defend us until it's time to move. Also, tell your men to set up porcupine mines. I want those dotting the entire field. Also, get into contact with our supplies and have porcupine grenades passed out. Those'll take a chunk out of our friends", he said, grinning.

 

[DarkThoughts01]

surrieptisuosly trying to press the call button for his own robots wihtout much luck he gave up.
When another rat came up to gloat it earned him a broken jaw from a metal foot.Ivellias decided it was a fair trade when another clocked him with the butt of his rifle.
So far he hadnt been hurt,and the blade was still nestled in his prostetic ankle(which coudlnt be removed without injuring him)and his watch looked of poor enough quality so as not to be stole.

 

[poohlive]

"Hey, hey, get the fuck off of my prisoner," Farren butted a few heads of his own, making sure each of them backed off. He growled something awful in his throat, moving the man to a temporary jail cell they had for just such an occasion. It wasn't much, more like a moving force field. It did the trick though.
Robbie came over to undo his manacles, and Farren gave a nod.
"If it's any compromise at all, I'll make sure they don't hurt your machine. I know how you guys pride it soo much."
Farren gave him some rations of food and water, what little he could spare, and then closed the small compound back up.
The mech went into line with the other tanks, with some pimple faced rookie at the wheel. Farren tried to tell him about the weird configurations, and possible self destruct button, but the man wouldn't have anything to do.
To tell the truth, Farren didn't have much to do either.
He got in line with most of the other mismatched men out of their groups, and then marched forward.
Robbie was on his heels, clicking away.

 

[cats]

Weapons Sergent Steve

IC: "I'll have a group of men ready to defend our backs as soon as possible sir. Our convoy didn't drop in with mines how ever sir. Mines were placed further inland to protect our factories and strategic positions." Steve regarded mines as a thing of the past, while mines have become more advanced with friend or foe options, vibration detection, or even shooting at hover craft, most options have been neglected, the appealing thing about mines has always been it is cheap, the problem is it's hard to remove and that is something we will have to do.

Steve waks back into the feild of soldiers. He grabed a few officers and pointed at a weapon catch. They proceded to deligate it to quartermasters, who armed entire groups of men.

With in ten minutes. Every quarter mile was a group of ten men watching the backs of all other soldeirs. Each group carried sam rocket launcher and between groups AAA guns were stationed. The soldeirs were sweeping the area as they headed back to DCP lands, and the ability to regroup and rest.

 

[Evil Attorney]

USNS Light Horse
Lord Admiral Horatio Nelson Class Crusior
932nd raider group - devission 4 of 12
Commander Vance Simon Commanding

CIC
09:45

"Sir, we have message traffic from the Flag for you" Said the comunication officer.

"I'll take it" Said the commander.

The commander took the call on his ear mike and heard Admiral Bains speaking "Vance, while we have time before reinforcements arrive, I want someone I trust to recon the situation on Mars. Take your ship and the the Stonewall under stealth and launch probes in a mod-3 patern around the Mars.

While your doing that, have your frigates and destroyers, and my own, loop around one of the moons of Mars and come in cold and balistic right by the UP fleet as fast as they can for an engagement window no more time than it takes for each ship to launch 2 complete broadsides. I want them to skim right by the UP fleet, launch, transmit "You fuckers are crunchy" and be gone faster than the UP can react."

Simon said " Sir, 2 broadsided from 3 destroyers and 6 frigates, thats chicken feed...is it worth risking the ships?"

Bains responded "Yes. I need them upset, edgy and off ballance. Have them launch EW birds instead of warshot, and I want to see how well drilled they are in fleet defence, and how they react when taken by surprise. I want the Light Horse and the Stonewall on opposite sides of the UP fleet stealthed. Your orders are not to risk your ships. If you have to run, run. I can lose escorts, but not a Nelson."

"11 pairs of eyes should pick up something, even if the Nelsons have to run, Aye, Sir...You can count on me, Sir." Said Simon

 

[DarkThoughts01]

Grinning as the procession settled down to rest,he fidledwiht the watch/control panel while his guard daydreamed or stareedat his foot.A few seconds later a small shadow floated down next to him.it was eggshaped in front with two large black "eyes"(cameras),two small 3-pronged delicate "hands",and a small lifter in the back along with two stubbyt wings.embedded against the lower part of it was a turret sporting a small thin,silenced muzzle.
he fidled again and unit 01 floated out and neatly shot the gaur in the neck,retrieved the keys and unlocked the door for him.Meanwhile,unit 02 hovered over the camp,its small size and sensor dampenors making it undetectable.He picked up the guards rifle and slipped across the camp,seeing his mech within reach.
Although.....
He grinned ferally and slit the canvas of a tent covered in explosive warning signs as 01 and 02 took out the two gaurds at the tent flap.He cracked open most of the crates and made a pile on a handy table,then set up a timer and connected it to enough of the explosives to matter.as an after thought he grabbed an armload of timers and explosive,and had 01 and 02 spend a few minutges dumpoing explosives into the vehicles,then one or two in the firarms tent.
As he slung himself up into the mech and clubbed the UP soldier in it wiht a rifle,he only stopped to break the kid's right arm.
well he didnt scratch it,but he still used it
His mech fired up quickly as explosions starting going off,the first one a loud Kaboom,shakign the earth as the main supply of explosives went off,followed by smaller bangs as the vehicles and armory went off.
His Loki escaped under the masking sound of the explosions and broke into a run,speeding towards DCP lines