Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"How about we use the liquor as a trap, and gather it all in the center of town. When they go in to retrieve it, we'll fence them in and blow it u- Wait, no. Bad plan."
She shook her head, and did a double take.
"Well, okay, so the blowing stuff up part is a very, very good plan, but I say we secretly switch out the Centauri bottles with indestructible ones, so that no drink falls in the line of duty."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Perpetually Disappointed
"Were you both dropped on the heads as children?" Yasan sighed.
"Our job is to hold the line," Mary said, "At least hopefully that's everything. As to looting, Ensign Sheridan was lucky to have gotten back yesterday, we'd be pushing our luck if half our Squadron got out in the middle of battle and started collecting bottles."
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Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"They're worth five a dozen at your local Fed and Flowers, if anyone wants to make a little extra cash. Hell, with two dozen, you could probably beat out a year's salary."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
The Sword of the Morning
" Well, what if we find tea!" Calvin responded, finishing off the sweetroll. " Do you know the tactical value of tea? It is the ultimate bait! Put cup of steaming hot tea in the middle of a minefield, then just wait for the Cents to charge in."
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"Calvin, you bastard. You blow up all the tea, and then the Cents get depressed and try to take our liquids to ease the pain. You need to keep the tea alive and well, as reusable bait."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
The Sword of the Morning
Calvin raised a single eyebrow so high it disappeared into his hair. " What!?!?! " He asked, completely speechless.
" ...L-L-Li-Li-Lilith... did you just... advocate... not blowing something up?"Calvin asked, eyes wide, as he began to sweat profusely. " Guys, I don't think this is Lilith! She must be a Centauri spy!" He gasped.
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
Lilith rolled her eyes, "If I was a Centauri spy, would I tell you that I wired your bedframe with explosives?"
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
The Sword of the Morning
" Yes, no, or maybe, and you've done it before so there is no real way to tell. But not only did you not want to blow something up, you prioritized saving the tea, you dirty Cent!" He took a bite out of his last sweetroll. " Yasan, call the MP's! Arrest her!"
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"Very well, then. But I ain't goin' down without a fight, and I will have my revenge!" Grinning, she made a threat against Calvin's sweetroll. "If I go down, you go down. Keep it up, I'll make sure you die hungry."
edited 14th Jan '12 2:19:14 PM by RenaTheArchmage
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Perpetually Disappointed
"Don't overwork the counter intelligence department for the sake of petty revenge Calvin," Mary sighed.
"You never know if you might accidentally stumble onto the truth," Yasan shrugged, "Think they're still after Kiera?"
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Forever livid
Kara shook her head at the scene. They should be preparing, not being silly! But now that her tray was clear she could tell them...
Kara looked at he tray and grimanced. There, at the bottom of the tray, was two hard boiled eggs. Kara looked at them with disgust. She didn't remember grabbing them at all, so it would be alright to drop them in the trash, right? She didn't even like hard boiled eggs! Yet all her teachings told her to never leave or toss food, so...
Kara Chenslock, eat the eggs!
Reluctantly, Kara picked up an egg, removed the shell, and started eating them as quickly as possible.
Perpetually Disappointed
Battle for Kalm, Part II: All Things Kalm on the Northern Front
February 17th, 2999. 6:30 AM.
"All forces, scramble," the voice came from the control room giving the signal.
However, as they made it out, the Federation forces would find it quiet. It was still the morning hours under the last of the early twilight. The battlefield was strewn with wreckage, some fresh, some old. The only means to tell between the two was whether it still smoked or burned or in the case of the old, all that remained had been long stripped by scavengers. Few buildings in the area remained unmarred by combat, looking closely one could see Fed and Cent infantry hiding in them.
Were it not for the Artillery blasting beside them and exploding before them, the Pilots might be led to believe that this was more an exercise than a battle. Centauri personnel, where they were visible at all, were pulling back slowly under cover, abandoning sturdy fortifications for a more re-enforced second line of defence.
"Yo. This is Garnet Artillery Crew 24, 26 and 37. Cents took quite a beating already and aren't likely to keep sitting in the corner praying for it to go away until they are sent to meet their maker. Snipers, Shells and Antitanks are coming soon so be on guard."
Yasan moved for full cover, behind a building not far from the gun. This cost him visibility, but would keep his frame well guarded until melee was necessary. He held fast to the pistol by his side to be safe.
"Foxfire, Echo, the pair of you are snipers. Keep an eye on activity. Blaze, you and me are keeping to cover."
"Alchemist, keep an eye open for Cent snipers," Mary spoke up, "The rest of us are tempting as targets and should keep our heads down totally. Myself and Foxtrot Seven are the heaviest so we should keep guard close to the Artillery. Sunrise, can I expect you to be ready for Airsupport, if we start an advance?"
Order of Battle [In the Grand Scheme]:
- Federation: 1098 Active frames.
- Centauri: 250-400 Active Frames.
Position: South-South-East. No-Man's Land.
- Primary Objective: Contain Centauri Forces.
- Secondary Objective: Protect Artillery
- Tertiary Objective: Eliminate Centauri Forces.
Federation
- Megallen, "Kamikaze": 140%
- Black Dragon, "Foxfire": 125%
- Quicksilver, "Echo": 150%
- Megallen, "Blaze": 140%
- Cobalt, "Foxtrot 7": 200%
- CVW, "Sunrise": 150%
- Titanus, "Full Metal": 200%
- Quicksilver, "Alchemist": 150%
- Garnet Artillery: 100% [Fortified]
- Garnet Artillery: 100% [Fortified]
- Garnet Artillery: 100% [Fortified]
Centauri
Frames:
- ???? [Long range, Fortified, Not Firing]
- ???? [Long range, retreating]
edited 15th Jan '12 5:28:36 PM by Fauxlosophe
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The Sword of the Morning
Calvin licked his lips nervously, and his finger fluttered on the controls. He eyed the hellish landscape, amazed at the scale of the destruction. He whistled in surprise. " Won't be much to scavenge here." He commented, still shocked. Even the Solstice Assault hadn't seen fighting this intense.
He rubbed his hands together,jittery. His adrenaline levels were slowly building in nervous anticipation as Mary advised them. The tension was palpable, the air was think with it. It wasn't going to be long now, before fire reigned and blood rained. But he'd be damned if he'd let his baby take any damage without returning it a hundredfold.
" Gotcha Full Metal." He responded, moving the Cobalt to a building a short distance from Yasan and one of the artillery pieces and squatting to fit his Frame's bulk behind it, taking full cover just like Yasan.
" Lemme know when you spot any." He called. " I'm staying in cover till I have something to shoot at, over."
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.
Forever livid
Moving her frame into cover, Kara tried to steady her breath.
It's time...
This was the moment of truth. She knew that others were worried, nervous, scared even. Not her though.
It's time.
She was excited. This was her chance to silence any doubt in her abilites by others. This was her chance to kill her enemies, to crush the Cents under the power of her Burning Hammer. To show everyone why the Federation should be feared as the greatest nation above all!
IT'S TIME!
To show everyone just what she was capable of! And to make sure the name "Echo" would be said in scared wispers among the Cents!
Kara quietly tittered as she wispered to herself.
"It's. My. Time."
edited 15th Jan '12 9:55:34 PM by GIG
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"Like hell'm I going down..." Lilith muttered, scanning the immediate area. "There's no way that I'm going to make it all meaningless, let all those years of training and life end at the hands of Centauri bastard. Hell no. If this battle is it, I might as well have some fun."
There was cover. Lots of cover.
And cover worked both ways, so there was a lot of enemy cover.
"Sunrise reporting in at South-South-East, requesting permission to clear the area of all potential enemy cover, over."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Perpetually Disappointed
"...What?" Mary said clearly taken back.
"Unless you intend to level the entire city north of this point, you're not getting far," Yasan sighed, "That's the artillery's job."
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Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"Alright then, so make them get off their asses and do something besides sit around and be protected..." Lilith muttered to herself, opening her channel again. "Understood. Would it be possible to please have our good friends over in artillery clear the area of enemy cover, then?"
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Perpetually Disappointed
"Rymdisk," One of the soldiers grunted, "We're firing volleys at where they are. Are you expecting us to level the city for your convenience or something?"
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Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
Lilith considered the reply for a moment. "Is that a trick question?"
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Sanity not included
Kiera ignored the background chatter.
"So, I'm just supposed to keep an eye on things, is that correct?"
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
Perpetually Disappointed
"Get in cover and be ready to blow a hole in anything with a Cent uniform that twitches," Yasan replied with a groan.
"Anything that is conceivably a threat," Mary spoke up, "There is no need to waste charges on anything less than something that could take us or the artillery out."
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Sanity not included
"Thank you."
She immediately took cover and started searching for targets.
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
Perpetually Disappointed
Battle for Kalm, Part II: All Things Kalm on the Northern Front
February 17th, 2999. 6:32 AM.
Two shots rang out as Lilith argued. Both hit Kara, who made an obvious target along with Lilith having not moved quickly enough for cover. The blows were thankfully glancing but it weakened the integrity of the frame. Where the shots had come from couldn't quite be pin pointed.
The Artillery continued their bombardment of distant targets and likely Cent positions.
"Kara stop internal monologuing," Yasan sighed, "Lilith either stop making stupid suggestions to your superiors or at least make yourself a more obvious targets for the Cents so they don't hammer our snipers and useful pilots. The pair of you should get to cover."
Order of Battle [In the Grand Scheme]:
- Federation: 1098 Active frames.
- Centauri: 250-400 Active Frames.
Position: South-South-East. No-Man's Land.
- Primary Objective: Contain Centauri Forces.
- Secondary Objective: Protect Artillery
- Tertiary Objective: Eliminate Centauri Forces.
Federation
- Megallen, "Kamikaze": 140% [Full Cover]
- Black Dragon, "Foxfire": 125% [Partial Cover]
- Quicksilver, "Echo": 100%
- Megallen, "Blaze": 140% [Full Cover]
- Cobalt, "Foxtrot 7": 200% [Full Cover]
- CVW, "Sunrise": 150%
- Titanus, "Full Metal": 200% [Full Cover]
- Quicksilver, "Alchemist": 150% [Full Cover]
- Garnet Artillery: 100% [Fortified]
- Garnet Artillery: 100% [Fortified]
- Garnet Artillery: 100% [Fortified]
Centauri
Frames:
- ???? [Long range, Fortified]
Forever livid
Kara snapped out of her self imposed trance. "Understood! Echo moving out!"
Kara moved to cover, and started searching for targets. [1,2,3]
" Yeah, when do we get to scavenge their liquor?" Calvin asked, biting into his second-to-last sweetroll. " Do we have to rout them all first, or do we just go whenever? And if we see a bar, can we call dibs?"
He was not joking. The scavenging and retrieval of liquor and other fine goods was a serious deal, and sometimes even more important that the battles themselves. To him at least.
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.