Cold War
by Warringer
Interlude Two
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5. March 1995
Achmed Ibn Hazard breathed hard and grabbed his rifle a bit harder, only to release his grip after a few moments. It was hard to remember some things like being the pilot of one of the new Seburo Guges Mk I Landmate.
Landmates were a new development by the infamous Masamune Shirow, the developer of the cybrains. He had founded Seburo Mil Tech from the money he got from his cybrain production and started to develop new weapons and vehicles, like the Landmate Powered Armor Suits.
One of the smaller cameras on top of Achmeds Guges looked around the corner and he could see several T-80 tanks, APCs and power armored infantry moving towards the position of his partner. It was more or less normal that the Soviets tried to get into the Iran and the area around Mandali had been a war zone for about ten years now. And because of that fact, NATO R&D was using the area to try out new weapons and systems against the Soviets.
"Striker, you take out the command tank, I'll get the APCs."
Achmed could imagine how Jason Striker smirked behind the chest plate of his landmate, as he grabbed the large Seburo 80mm railgun in a rifle casing that was more than capable of punching right through the carbon armor of the tanks.
Striker pointed the railgun around the corner, the gunscope acting as his eyes as he targeted the lead T-80. Achmed targeted one of the APCs at the same time with an autocannon a smaller caliber of just 40mm.
"Now," Achmed said and fired.
Four projectiles left the barrel in less than a tenth second and punched their way straight through the thin armor of the APC. The first two projectiles were needed to get through the armor, while the other two turned into flechette and ripped into every passanger of the APC.
The same was true for the larger railgun of Striker. It pucnehd its way through the thick armor only using its velocity of more than Mach 12 and roasted the crew of the tank with a stream of armor turned plasma stopping it at the spot.
"Go go go," was Achmeds next order and the whole team of Landmates left their cover to enter a small scale battle that marked the beginning of Landmate warfare in the NATO.