Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: Battlefield 3031
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: Battlefield 3031
July 5th, 3031
"General, the Militia are falling back into pre-set defenses." An officer in the mobile HQ reported. "The Colonel is asking for CAS to clear the path before he advances."
"Have two Stings go provide support." Packer responded. "Colonel Barnes, we need you to get into your 'mech now." He looked at the line where a company of 7th Sword of Light 'mechs had broken through. "We're about to get hammered."
"1st Regiment, what happened?" Packer asked the CO of that regiment.
"Sir, it's a company of fast mediums and lights, they broke through before we could take the shot and are pushing for our CIC hard, this is an attempt to take you off of the board sir." The Colonel reported.
"I figured that." Packer said as he moved different forces in position and rotated some out for repairs. "Just make sure to clean up the last two Battalions that they have left."
"We're backing them into a corner now sir." The officer in charge of the units facing the 7th Sword of Light responded. "We'll take care of it."
"General, you may want to get into your Rampage." An officer relayed. "Those weren't mediums, they're a new Dragonand they're moving fast supported by some Jenners."
"Moving." Packer said as he left the Mobile HQ in order to scramble up the drop ladder from his Rampage. Closing his hatch, he connected his Mithril to the 'mech and climbed into the secondary command chair and ordered the pilot to power everything up.
"This is Kilo Golf 1, I need everything synced up to the command console here." He told the staff in the mobile HQ.
"Copy that General, syncing everything up now." They responded. "Sixty seconds until completion."
The pilot of the Rampage began to move the Assault 'mech forward at a steady jog until it joined up with the other two fireteams that were in place guarding the Command and Control center.
"Do you need us to fall back and assist?" The CO of the units currently handling the militia asked.
"Negative Colonel, we've got everything well in hand here." Packer replied as he continued coordinating the destruction of the 7th SoL and the militia units supporting them.
"Targets are lased." A Mithril fireteam leader relayed to the Arrow IV artillery systems in place. "You've got solid confirmation on targets."
"Firing Arrows now." The artillery Battalion responded. "We've got four targets lased and neutralized, reloading."
"Pick your targets, and keep them away from the HQ." Packer ordered. "We're winning this, it'll
just take us some time, time we won't have if they kill our HQ staff members."
The Rampage pilot moved carefully out of the way of a PPC shot and let his AMS systems take care of the LRMs that the Grand Dragons were firing at him, triggering his Gauss rifle and LB-10X at the same time he was able to cause the heavy 'mech to stumble. Engaging his MASC systems, the pilot moved forward at a pace of eighty-six KPH and lashed out with his fist and ER medium lasers to complete the fall of the Grand Dragonwhile the rest of the fireteam made short work of the other heavy and light mechs with concentrated fire.
"Good work people," Packer said from his command chair while looking at the battlefield as a whole. "But we aren't finished just yet."
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"That's not powered armor!" One of the Mithril clad infantry yelled as a much larger suit of armor made an appearance on the battlefield.
"No, it looks like a version of the Elementals fielded by the Wolf's Dragoons," A Platoon lieutenant responded. "Gang up on it, I want three Mithril to an Elemental." The Lieutenant commed his company CO. "Captain, we've got Elementals on the battlefield."
"You're not the only ones reporting that Lieutenant." The captain replied. "It looks like they have one Elemental for every five regular infantry, so dedicate fireteams to taking on the Elementals while we focus on taking the Luthien Armor Works facilities here MPPCs are working to short out their electronics long enough for us to use the Small Lasers built into the arms of the Mithril (B) suits to finish killing them."
"Copy that sir, we'll get it done." The Lieutenant replied and then relayed the instructions. "Fireteam Alpha, I want you to focus on the Elementals, the rest of you are to finish cleaning out the standard infantry, I don't want us to be taken out by a lucky 'mech grade mine or explosive."
"Aye sir!" They responded and moved out."
Luthien, July 5th, 3031
"What a Clusterfuck." Godbolt muttered under her breath as she looked at what was left of the 1st Sword of Light. "Suicide, really?" She asked as she looked at the human being that while alive had been known as Rentoshi. "We got close and you just laid down and died?" She knelt by the dead man and shook her head.
"I want these bodies cleared out, we're taking the Daimyo as salvage to replace our own Mobile HQ." She gestured towards the vehicle in question. "I suspect you'll find much of what we did out here."
"Ma'am, we have reports of the enemy Sword of Light Mechwarriors attempting suicide charged against our vehicles and 'mechs one their own are downed." A senior officer reported. "None of our forces have been hurt yet, but some of our infantry are concerned, the enemy suicide bombers are all packing 'mech grade explosives and they don't want to get caught in an explosion."
"I'll order our people to aim for headshots." Godbolt sighed. "The Militia are falling back into the city though, and we've got access to the electronics factories and what Luthien Armor Works facilities are here as well."
"Have everything triple checked for traps?" The officer asked as Godbolt began to climb back into her Alacorn.
"Yes, and anything we can't bring with us I want a scan of, we can replace components, but we're not leaving anything more than small arms manufacturing when we leave here." She said before she closed the tank hatch. "Lieutenant, go get us rearmed and armored, we need to go man the lines against the militia units."
"Yes Ma'am." The tank commander responded. "You heard the lady, get us back to our repair facilities."
Imperial City, Luthien, July 6th, 3031
"This is not a duel, Coordinator." Natasha said as she stood in the empty field. "This is where you meet your demise."
There was no response, just silence as the Otomo and Ducal Guard stood facing each other before Natasha fired her twin Gauss Rifles and ERPPC at an enemy Heavy 'mech and watched it fall to the ground as the pilot lost their balance and fell to the ground.
I immediately moved my Warhammerforward at a run, ready to bring the enemy before me low, only to be greeted by an Orion.
"Your opponent is me." A voice said over an open channel as the Orion fired a Gauss round that crumpled some of the armor in my center torso. "As your wife is my father's opponent."
"Then I pray that you survive this Kurita-San." I replied. "Because your father will not." I shifted my Warhammer out of the way of the PPC shot that was sent my way and let my AMS system handle the SRMs before opening fire with one of my PPCs, and narrowly avoiding another Gauss round that was fired at my 'mech.
Swiftly moving out of range of everything but the Gauss rifle that the Orion had I began to alternate fire with my PPCs, being careful to watch my heat as I backed up while melting armor off of the slightly heavier machine. When his Orionwas beginning to slow down I moved back into range of my lasers, and gave my Warhammer the opportunity to cool down before I used my brace of lasers to breach the center torso.
"Kurita-San, I am not a barbarian, surrender and I shall allow you and your family to live as long as you swear to never take up arms against my family or nation again." I said as I brought my ERPPC up near his cockpit.
"I am afraid that I cannot do that, it would bring dishonor to my children and wife ." Theodore replied as he ejected from his crippled machine of war.
"I want someone tracking that escape pod and chute, we need to capture Theodore alive if at all possible." I commanded.
Meanwhile, Natasha was playing with the Coordinator, toying with his Grand Dragonwhile peeling his armor off pieces at a time with her PPC and Medium Lasers.
Only after a flash of light in the atmosphere did Natasha end the farce that this fight was by crippling Takashi's Grand Dragon and firing her Lasers into his cockpit.
"This is Mathis, orbital drop on the Imperial Palace is underway." A comms signal crackled but made it through into our systems.
"That was perfect timing, Mathis." I said, "We're cleaning up the Otomo now."
Author's Note/Edit: The flash of light was from Mathis and co entering the atmosphere, not because of any nukes. Just letting y'all know.