Ch 18: New Years Brawl
January 1st, 2487, 03:17, Mactare System outer edges:
[Communications intercepted.]
"The TFV. Resolute as taken heavy damage to their engines, they're adrift. TFV. Nova and TFV. Spear of Hope take up defensive positions around the Carrier. Fighter squadrons five-twelve and five-thirteen support them."
"Acknowledged Defender. Moving in to protect the Resolute."
[Optimal weapons range of target reached. Firing weapons. Target heavily damaged. Proceeding to conduct additional-. Correction target destroyed by Destroyers TFV. Gallant and TFV. Steadfast. Moving to the next target. Incoming enemy fire, engaging evasive protocols.]
If he was able Noel would have grimaced as he felt several of his drones be destroyed by the Dragon Cruiser.
[Warning three units lost. Creator Strike craft destroyed, no life signs near vicinity detected.]
As the central Synth of his ship the TFV. Spirit of Lightning he was expected to aid his crew in operations of the ship and to control its fighter drones in battle. Not the easiest thing to do but he was managing.
A routine patrol of the system's outer edges had suddenly turned into a skirmish with the Dragon Orphans. Not unusually, skirmishes with smaller swarms were a frequent event in the Mactare system, really everywhere, and most patrol groups like his had gained more battle experience in the past five months then they did in the past decade. For the most part, these skirmishes ended in favor of the allied forces and were considered a mild annoyance at worst. Still, it did give the fleets of Terran and Turian navies defending the Mactare system first-hand experience working together, joint maneuvers were good for building up synergy between the two, but nothing could beat first-hand experience.
This on the other hand. "All units be aware more Dragon Orphan ships have been detected entering the system. Once this group has been destroyed we are to link up with the 63rd Flotilla and the Turian 57th and 68th Attack Wings." The skirmish had turned into a minor battle for the edges of the system. Several groups were now coordinating with each other to win the battle and reinforcements from deeper into the system were on their way.
[Scanning battlefield for probability of success. Remaining Dragon Orphan forces number thirty-seven vessels, thirty-five have been classified as wyrms, two others designated as Drakes. Allied forces consist of eighteen combat effective vessels, Six Panther Corvettes, five Valiant frigates, four Aries Destroyers, two Pegasus Carriers (Note: one as suffered engine loss but is still able to fight), and one Rhode Island Cruiser. Calculation Complete: Probably of success at eighty-seven percent.]
Five of the wyrms exploded one after another.
[Correction: Eighty-nine percent. Opening on a Drake detected, relaying to superiors.]
Several seconds later a set of orders was sent. "One of the Drakes as been exposed, we are moving to engage. Destroyers Gallant and Spirit of Lightning flank it, accompanying fighter squadrons provide support." The Patrol commander ordered
"Acknowledged." Responded the voice of his commanding officer.
[Receiving orders from TFV. Spirit of Lighting.]
"Noel you heard the man. Your Drones are to provide support while we engage that Drake. Attack anything that gets in our way. Understood?"
"Orders received and understood." He sent the reply.
[Moving drones to support mother ship. Note: Sixty percent are still battle capable, four other drones have exhausted their supply of munitions. Diverting to closets carrier for resupply.]
Not exactly the way he wanted to spend his New Year. He would have to make it up to his mate next year.
January 1st, 2487, 03:17, Mactare System, small town on Taetrus:
While the battle for the outer edges of the system was being waged, another battle was being held for control of one of the smaller settlements on the Turian planet.
"Sir the swarm is still advancing on our position."
"I can see that private!" Lieutenant Commander Anderson shouted to be heard over the deafening sounds of gunfire and gunships overhead and the tanks behind them loosing their explosive ammunition. Nearby was the motionless body of their Company's Captain, he had taken one too many shots to his chest. Anderson shot up from his position to fire his rifle into the incoming hoard, not knowing if he got any kills or how many. He returned to cover avoiding a barrage of sharp Rc shards fired in his general direction. A few meters away from him and his men a turret was rapidly firing its heavy rounds into the swarm of D-Orphans, killing dozens at a time. Its gunner jumped out from his position just in time to avoid being screwed by the massive shard that penetrated the fixed positioned weapon in its center. Several Thor units had also been gun down leaving their company with a few dozen left.
Closer than he was comfortable with he and the rest of the defenders heard the roar of the monster at the center of the swarm. Peeking out from cover Anderson cursed under his breath whatever deity was pissed off at him today. Towering even over the numerous brutes that surrounded it, A Titian moved forward with a slow stride, its single spiked armed held out a fresh shard growing in place and soon to be fired. Battle scars littered its body a testament to its endurance and the firepower they focused on the unholy abomination. The massive monster fired the shard sailed across the battlefield piercing into the chest plate of their last Brimir Heavy Assault Mech. The heavy mech stood for a half a second before it fell back, though not before it fired off a final rocket from its arm. The explosive struck home on the titan's spike arm taking it clean off. The Titian roared in pain but continued its path, the swarm surrounding it becoming more eager to tear into their defenses.
A pack of prowlers charged from the main swarm making a rapid pace to the line of soldiers. Some had spiked tails that were rapidly firing, most of their shots missed but some would score grazing shots at the defenders' ranks.
The majority of the prowlers were gunned down but a few managed to survive long enough for them to pounce on their prey. One unlucky Turian soldier was knocked to the ground by one of the beasts and his face was mauled before a squad-mate was able to shoot the thing. The cat-like creature went limp on top of its deceased prey. Two more prowlers charged at where Anderson was. Fortunately for him, he and the private next to him brought their rifles to bear on the attackers and fired. A second and a half later both creatures' lifeless bodies slid up against their cover, the momentum having carried them. The other prowlers had been neutralized, however more packs were shooting out from the main pack.
"Dammit!" He cursed behind his helmet. At this rate they would have to fall back and given how fast the swarm was now approaching them it would be fighting retreat. "Where the hell is that air support!?" The young Lieutenant Commander shouted to the private next to him.
The younger man's face was hidden behind a helmet, but Anderson knew that there was a panicked expression behind it. He had to remind himself that losing his cool right now was going to do more harm than good. Several months of constant fighting however tended to give one a short fuse.
"They said that they would be here any minute now." The private said.
Anderson was about to retort that "any minute now" had better be this minute when he heard a godsend sound. "Well speak of the Devil, and he shall appear." Turning his eyes to the sky and squinting his eyes the Lieutenant Commander saw a squadron of Hellfire bombs holding a tight formation and guarded by a mix of Terran and Turian fighters.
"Everyone take cover!" He shouted to his men. "Bombers coming in hot." Taking his own words seriously the Lieutenant dug into his position and set his barriers to max. Not a minute later the sounds of weapons fire ceased and soon replaced by an orchestra of loud booms the telltale sign that the bombers had dropped their payload on the swarm. A part of him wished he could see the chaos that would be reaped against their enemy, but knew better to stand up before the bombing run concluded. He would have to settle for seeing the aftermath of the carnage.
And what a sight it was. As soon as the sounds of the explosives ceased he look up from his cover to assess what remained of the enemy force. It wasn't a pretty picture but one he took in happily. The tide of monsters that had been advancing on them eager to tear him and his unit limp from limp had now been reduced to a corridor of death. Charred and still smoking limps painted the landscape with the largest being no bigger than a fist. Even the Titian and its brutes had been reduced to nothing, with only its torso remaining as evidence of existence.
Around and behind him, he heard the loud cheering of soldiers Terran and Turian alike. Anderson did not join them, preferring to keep his eyes on the battlefield. Even in victory they still had to be careful, a fight wasn't truly over until the enemy had been defeated utterly. Narrowing his eyes, the Terran Lieutenant saw the retreating forms of what remained of the D-Orphan Swarm. It was rare but even Dragon Orphans were capable of fleeing from a battle, usually when most of the swarm had been wiped out like this. Closer to them was a group of D-Orphans that must have been too far ahead of the swarm to have been killed by the bombs. Though most were trying to pick themselves up and were in a daze, likely confused by the sudden loss of the swarm behind them.
Anderson would not give them the chance to recover he aimed his rifle and pulled the trigger. In the time it took for Anderson to get to his second burst more soldiers joined him as they quickly came down from their high. The dazed and confused remain Dragon Orphans stood little chance and all were killed before they had a chance to recover and retaliate. Their bodies joining their siblings. Farther back the retreating forms of the other surviving Dragon Orphans became less visible.
Smiling behind his helmet Anderson knew that this an opportunity to drive the swarm out from this settlement. He activated his commlink to command. "This is Lieutenant Commander David Anderson of the 153rd Company. The enemy has been driven back and is on the retreat requesting permission to pursue and destroy." He said.
"Lieutenant Commander?" A voice responded, it was a Turian, male. "Where is your Captain?" He asked.
"Dead sir, his armor was penetrated several times by enemy fire, most occurring around his chest." He activated the visual scanner on his armor and took an image of the deceased Captain. "Sending visual to confirm. As the XO I have taken command of the 153rd Company. Again the enemy has been driven back and is retreating. I request permission to pursue and destroy." His eyes turned back to the retreating remains of the swarm.
He heard some murmurings from the other end of the link. "Permission granted." Said the officer. "Return once the enemy has been dealt with and good hunting."
"Sir yes sir," Anderson responded. "We may also need additional support."
"We'll see what we can spare at the moment, Lieutenant Commander."
"Copy that." He terminated the link. "Alright, men let's get moving!" He shouted pointing to the retreating swarm. "Those bastards are on full retreat. All forces pursue!" Just like that with a battle cry, the soldiers marched after their enemy and behind them, tanks rolled at full speed. The gunships above took point the pilots eager to get first blood.
January 1st 08:00, Mactare System, small town on Taetrus:
With the sounds of celebration in the background, David Anderson finished his report to his superiors. "It took about an hour to finish them once we caught up with the Dragon swarm that attack our position. After making certain that there were no survivors we returned to the town for resupply and fortify our position." The expressions of the officers remained unchanged throughout the whole report, sometimes they would ask questions to which he answered honestly. "As you can hear, my men are currently celebrating our victory today." As if to prove his point they heard a particularly loud "whoooh."
He saw one of the superiors, Commander Sanders, shake her head in amusement. "Soldiers." She said. "You did well Lieutenant Commander Anderson. A victory like this will surely boost morale for the other fronts on Taetrus. As far we can tell the Dragon Orphans have no other significant presence near you. It would seem they have given up on the town for the time being. Though there may be small pockets close by that may try to cause you trouble."
"Thank you Commander, and noted," Anderson responded though he didn't see how it would boost morale like he said it would. The titian exempted what they faced today was a rather minor force, having a few thousand. His company and the additional platoons were enough to handle it. "Perhaps after we have had a day or two to recover, our forces here can organize assault groups to hunt down the smaller swarms and secure the area surrounding the town." He would have to consult with the other command officers to see what they thought.
"Do what you think is best Anderson." The Commander spoke. "But your highest priority is defending the town and its people. If it looks look a major assault is imminent call off your plans of attack and pull back to defend the town. If need be evacuate the civilian population and pull out." He ordered. "Understood?"
"Sir yes sir," Anderson responded with a crisp salute.
"At ease." Sanders replied allowing Anderson to relax a little. "I'll see about getting a new Captain assigned to your unit. Until then you are in charge of the 153rd Company and the support units, remember overall command remains with Captian Ternus of the Turian 73rd Company. Now is there anything else you wish to report?" He asked.
"No sir, nothing else to report," Anderson answered. "But if I may be allowed to ask a question?"
"Ask away."
"What is the situation with the other fronts?" He asked referring to the other towns and settlements that surround the cities being siege. The Dragon Orphans had switched their focus from the major cities that were close to their invasion sit and now focused on the smaller towns and settlements that surrounded them. It was clear that they were hoping to spread the forces of the defenders thin by attacking multiple places at once or secure more points from which they could attack the larger cities. Either case it would cause the battle for the planet to drag out.
The way his superior officer shifted told him everything he needed. "About as well as you would expect. They are holding out, but they are constantly under attack. A lucky few like yourself have repulsed the enemy completely and secured the area. But beyond that, the fight for this planet is only just beginning, and we expect it to get bloodier with each day."
Anderson nodded in understanding, history had shown that the fighting the Dragon Orphans was no simple matter. They never surrender and rarely retreated making each battle a grueling affair. Even when they did manage to defeat them there were always small pockets of resistance that would give them grief and if left uncheck would grow into a new swarm. The Dragon Orphans were an enemy that needed to be exterminated to the last if victory was to be true.
"I understand sir," Anderson said.
"We are considering redeploying some of our forces to fortify some of the more troubled areas." Commander Sanders said. "Namely units like yours that have secured their areas."
"Are things getting that bad?" Anderson asked.
"Not necessarily," The Commander assured. "It is an option that we would like to keep open to us. Though we may not need to do that. According to reports handed down to me in about a month we'll receive a fresh shipment of soldiers."
The lieutenant Commander arched his eyebrow. Reinforcements sounded to be the thing they needed right now. "How many?" He asked.
"About a million soldiers. They're mostly coming from the Hierarchy."
Anderson almost took a step back in shock at the numbers. "That many?" With a surge in numbers like that they could go on the offensive against the Dragon Orphans and push them back to where their Dragons' Dens crashed.
"Not too surprising." Commander Sanders spoke. "Taetrus holds a special place in the hearts of Turians. Now that they have a chance they will not give up on it easily."
Anderson remembers the briefings he read on this planet and now understood why the Hierarchy would expend so much manpower on its defense. A century prior a separatist group called the Facinus had rammed a stolen starship into the heart of Vallum the capital city of Taetrus, devastating the city and killing tens of thousands, many more had been displaced. Soon after the group had sent an ultimatum to officials in the Hierarchy, give us independence or we'll carry out more attacks like this. What they got was a swift and brutal invasion from the Hierarchy aided by the Taetrian colonist who had at one pointed was sympathetic to the separatist, but now had turned against them following the attack. The conflict that came to be known as the War on Taetrus had lasted for about six months with the result being an overwhelming victory in favor of the Hierarchy. Since then the planet had become a symbol to the Turian people. For them, it was a vindication that justice would always be served to those who committed such crimes. Evil would always be punished.
Losing this world would shake that belief to its core, it almost became a reality, if not for the timely intervention of the Terran Federation. The closest comparison Anderson could think of was if the Dragon Orphans had tried to attack the Cadia system again.
"In addition, the Federation is deploying several mechanized units to bolster our forces here." Commander Sanders continued the explanation. "The Asari are even sending in about a dozen or so of their commando units to aid us. Sufficed it to say we will soon have plenty more options opened to us in defending this world. The General has even eluded to the possibility of launching a major counter-attack that will see the enemy driven back to their dens. Though may take some time to plan out and anything could happen in that time."
Now having a better idea of what the future may hold Anderson spoke. "That's good to hear. We'll be needing all of the help we can get if we are to take this planet back from the enemy."
"You have our agreement on that Lieutenant Commander. More than a few of us are eager to bring the fight to the Dragon Orphans. But in the meantime, we will have to maintain a defensive stance, and hold back the Dragon Orphans. Now is there anything else?" The commander queered.
Nothing came to mind "Negative sir that was all I had to ask." He reported.
"Very well then. This debriefing is at an end, continue with your mission here. Understood?" Commander Sanders asked.
Anderson returned to a normal posture. "Understood Commander. I'll carry out my orders to the best of my abilities." He responded.
"Before I go I should mention that I will be putting in a commendation in your record for your efforts here today. It's not every day that one gets to chase the Dragon Orphans. As I said earlier you did a good job."
Anderson didn't react, keeping his surprise buried deep. "I was just doing my job commander. I saw an opportunity to defeat the Dragon Orphans and I took it. Not to mention it was a minor force. Granted it did have a Titian at its center." He explained.
"Be that as it may be you still did a fine job, as such you deserve recognition. You served will back on Shanxi and you have done the same here on Taetrus. To be precise if not for you I would not be standing here right now and many more would have died before the first fleet arrived. The Federation, no the Galaxy needs men like you if we are to win this war."
Anderson wanted to object that there many others that had done more and were more deserving. The ghoul Commander held up a hand to stop him. "Try not to sell yourself so short Lieutenant. A superior officer is trying to praise you, and you're trying to push it aside. It's considered rude." While she sounded serious, Anderson knew that the woman was joking.
He decided to give up on his protest and accept her praise. While she was joking about the rude part, he knew if he continues she would take offense. "Thank you, sir." He said. "I'm glad to be recognized by my superiors."
"Goodman." She commented. "If something happens or you need anything report it directly to me and I will see about moving it up the chain as needed. Understood?"
Anderson straighten up and Salute. "Sir yes sir." He said.
"Good, dismissed." Her image disappeared as the connection was terminated.
"She's right you know." A voice said. Turning to face the source he saw a male Turian soldier enter the command post. He appeared to be in the early years of the species equivalent of adulthood.
"Nihlus?" Anderson said. The Turian had been assigned to a Hierarchy Unite that worked closely with his about two months ago. Though he had been surprised by the man, the Turian commander had been reluctant to have him join his ranks. From what Anderson could gather Nihlus was reckless and had a habit of disobeying orders to do what he thought was right. Something that was frowned upon in any military organization that knew what it was doing.
The Terran Lieutenant had to shamefully admit he had a colored view on the young Turian when they did meet. He was glad to say that he was wrong to judge Nihlus purely on rumor and reports, while he did display a reckless attitude in combat it was not without merit. More than he cared to count Anderson had seen the Turian soldier risk his life to save that of his fellows. Fighting against odds that most would hesitate to take. As a result, he quickly gained the respect of most Terran soldiers, and his fellow Turians begrudgingly acknowledged him. He even saved Anderson's life once when he pushed him out of the way some falling debris, a result of one of a gunship's missiles being miss fired. The incident had been chalked up as a mechanical error in the missile's guidance system. That same night Anderson had thanked the man and apologized to him for how quick he was to pass judgment on him.
Since then the two had formed a strong bond of friendship with the two frequently fighting at each other's side. Looking back now Anderson had to admit he was in no position to Judge Nilhus like he did since he was known for his recklessness sometimes. Hypocrisy was a funny thing at times.
"You are a good man and a good soldier," Nilhus said walking towards him. He stopped a few feet from Anderson and gave him the Turian equivalent of a salute. Anderson returned the gesture. A moment later the two lowered their hands. "The assessment report you asked for, Lieutenant." Nilhus handing him a data-pad.
Taking it in hand Anderson began to read it. "Think you Thlan Kryik. Now you were saying." He said giving the low ranking soldier permission to speak. His eyes were still scanning the report. "Looks like we'll need more medical supplies, injuries were higher than expected. Then there's one of our tanks a track needing to replaced and moderate repairs needed for the outer haul, the crew as already put in a request for the needed parts. Just needs my approval and I'll have to inform our new Captain when they arrive."
"Not to ahh… parrot the Commander, is that how you Terrans say it?" Nilhus said not sounding sure about the Terran idiom. Anderson gave him a nod before looking back at the report. "Not to Parrot the Commander, but you did a good job today. I would even say a fantastic job. Thanks to you we didn't just drive that swarm out of the town but gave chase and destroyed them to the last monster." There was another loud howler that briefly interrupts the Turian's praise. "From all the records I read on your people's history, that not an easy feat to do. Usually, you're left to deal with survivors for months after sometimes years. Didn't they just eliminate a small nest on that world you call Shanshi?"
"Shanxi." Anderson corrected and he was right. Weeks ago about a hundred kilometers from the Capital city a small nest of Dragon Orphans had been discovered. Speculation is that a group of survivors had made it had of the city and formed a nest in a complex cave system. Their numbers had gone from what might have been a few dozen to a few hundred in the time since the battle for the planet. The reports had indicated that the nest had been discovered by pure chance by some surveyors studying the cave system, of the group of seven, two had been killed before they made their escape. A strike force had quickly been employed to destroy the nest. They succeeded and with no casualties. If Anderson had to guess then he would assume that they still had teams carefully searching the cave system.
"I would say that is worth a commendation if not I don't know what is." Nilhus continued on. Anderson put the report down on the communications terminal near him, having gotten a gist of what it said. He would finish it later. "You should know that Commander Sanders isn't the only putting in a commendation for you. Ternus said he was going to put one in for you." Ternus was his former Captain's Turian equivalent in the area, and now with a unified command chain established he was technically his superior, on paper. Anderson reminded himself about discussing the possibility of attacking the smaller groups of Dragon Orphans in the area to the Turian officer.
"Is he now?" Anderson pressed, surprised that someone in another army would do that.
"He is," Nilhus confirmed. "He's impressed with you. He sees as a valuable asset out here. He says we need more people like you out here fighting this war."
"People like me?" Anderson queried.
"A leader is not only willing to command but to do so from the front lines. A commander who is willing to fight alongside those who are under them is one who can command respect and inspires greatness. At least that's what he said and I'm inclined to agree with him. You did a good job today accept that." Anderson was hard-pressed to argue against those words. He still saw himself just as a soldier doing his job, nothing special. But hearing it from someone who in theory was closer to him in rank and age made him start to see how others could see his actions would be something to take note of.
"Alright." Anderson relented. "I did something good today."
"Glad you admitted it," Nilhus said. "Now then how about we join the others in the celebration?" He offered. "It'll do well for morale for the soldiers to see their commander joining them."
Anderson picked up the datapad. "Just as soon as I finish reading this report," Anderson replied, receiving a pointed look from the Turian. "Don't worry it won't take long." He reassured him.
Nilhus seemed to accept that as he saluted. "Very well sir. I look forward to seeing you out there."
Anderson Saluted back. "Glad to hear it. Dismissed." Both men broke off their salute with Anderson turning his eyes to read the rest of the report. In his peripheral vision, he saw Nilhus walk out of the room. With the Turian gone the Lieutenant's mind fully returned to the task at hand. As he read the report a small part of mind began to wonder. Until now he only ever viewed himself as a simple grunt in the army of the Federation. Another boot on the ground not worthy of note. Sure he did some times that would be considered out of the ordinary for the average serviceman, his successful plan for killing that Dragon Captain during the Shanxi Siege came to mind, but not enough for him to stand out. Now he found himself considering new possibilities when it came to his future, he been content with the knowledge that he may never rise through the ranks, at best achieving the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Now he found himself wondering if he should try climbing the ranks becoming a Captain, a Commander, or even a General. Perhaps he was capable of doing more good for the Federation of even the galaxy.
The future was not as set in stone as he thought it was.
January 1st 16:32, Mactare System:
Back in the vacuum of space that was the Mactare system, the battle for the outer system was progressing at what could be described as a somewhat smooth pace for the allies. The Dragon Orphans were being pushed back albeit at a slow pace with their losses being projected at being over five thousand with the Turian/Terran fleet losing about a hundred ships most of which could be salvaged.
After almost fourteen hours of fighting the battle had devolved into a series of skirmishes. One such skirmish saw a Terran Heavy Cruiser with a dozen or so frigates and corvettes battling it out with a swarm of Wyrms and two Drakes. The Drakes had taken refuge near a large asteroid and their Wryms were caught up in a deadly game of cat and mouse with the Terran corvettes, frigates, and strike craft as they danced around the asteroid.
The heavy cruiser meanwhile was slowly maneuvering around the stellar object trying to bring its main weapon to bear on the drakes all the while using its other armament to swat away any wyrm brave enough to attack it. Two seconds later it caught one of the dragon cruisers and another second later a shot from its main cannon followed by rounds from its heavy cannons tore the vessel in two. Two more seconds later both halves were annihilated when a frigate fired its missiles.
Satisfied that its target was no more the Heavy Cruiser prepared to continue its maneuvers when without warning it took a direct hit to its underside. Its barriers barely holding a second shot dropped them and impacted the armor. At the same time, its sensors confirmed that the second drake; this one having a spinal cannon, had managed to get underneath the Heavy Cruiser. Desperately the ship tried to move out of the way of the Dragon vessels fire and alerted its escorts of the danger. To slow to later a third shot strikes an engine slowing the Terran Cruiser. Not the ones to go down without a fight the crew of the ship aimed the underside weapons and fired at the offending Drake scoring some hits on its haul. A fourth shot from the Dragon ship saw a hole punched in the cruiser's underside atmosphere and crew venting out before emergency bulkheads engaged. When it seemed that the cruiser would soon meet an untimely fate just as suddenly as its first attack was the Drake exploded. A moment later the Terran ship picked up a Turian cruiser and its escorts joining the battle.
A quarter of an Au away in empty space Two Turian cruisers and Several Corvettes struggled against a swarm of sixty or so Wyrms. The Cruisers were making a good show of destroying the larger Wyrms with their main cannons and using their other weapons to target the smaller ones. A small cluster of seven Wyrms vectored towards one cruiser that was heavily damaged, their Rc shards tearing into the already weaken warship. Three Turian Corvettes got behind them and began tearing the cluster of Wyrms apart one at a time, in a matter of seconds only one remained and remained on its course. A shot from one of the targeted cruisers' heavy cannons scored a hit on the Wyrm. But instead of it being destroyed it went into a death spiral one that would see it colliding with the cruiser.
Now in a panic, the gunners of the weaken Turian Cruiser and the corvettes tried to no avail to destroy the out of control Dragon ship. It had been to close and going too fast for a difference to be made. The small three hundred meter Wyrm smashed right into the side of the cruiser ripping its wind right off and exposed a large section of the ship to the vacuum of space. The remaining cruiser and Corvettes saw the crippled cruiser float helplessly as several dozens of Turian sailors were sucked out into space. It was a horrific death that all Turian sailors knew they could suffer at any moment but still, it was no less a horrifying sight to see several small bodies struggle for air that was not there and to eventually cease altogether.
During the war, it would be discovered that the personal of the Terran Federation Navy used water down version of an Eva suit as their uniform. If the wearer was suddenly sucked out into space the suit would automatically seal itself and a micro-transmitter woven into the fabric would activate. While it didn't have an as extensive life support system as a true Eva-suit that would allow the wearer to last several days or even weeks without supply, this one could keep its wearer alive for twenty fours. Ideally long enough for search and rescue teams to find the poor soul. This incident and countless others like it would prompt Navy Personal across the Hierarchy to petition their government to adopt the same policy.
One of the larger battles was being conducted within the rings of a gas giant involving fifty Terran and Turian ships, including a Turian dreadnought and two Terran Battle Cruisers slugging it out against a Hydra surrounded by over three hundred other Dragon ships. The battle as to be expected was a brutal one as both sides viciously tore into one another. Every few seconds several Dragon ships were destroyed and in exchange, an allied ship or two would be felled. The Hydra had about seven Drakes clustered around it all of them having spinal mounted cannons, the eight Dragons ships were focusing their fire on the Turian Dreadnought and Terran Battle Cruisers. One of the Terran Battle Cruisers the TFV. Donnager was struggling to keep its barriers up and the Hydra took notice of it.
The massive Dragon ship shifted its position to bring its main cannon on the Donnager. It fired and massive Rc shard speed of into the space betweenthe two ships. With its barriers close to failing the Donnager was in danger of taking severe damage its Captain order for evasive maneuvers and for all hands to brace themselves. The battleship, unfortunately, was to slow, and in moments the Rc shard impacts its haul. Then at the last second, a Turian frigate flew directly into the path of the Rc shard and a split second later the ship was obliterated with all hands lost.
Aboard the Donnager
The Captain slammed his fist on the armrest of his chair feeling a mixture of anger, shame, relief, and of course respect for the Turian Crew that had sacrificed themselves for his ship.
"Damn it that should have been us not them." He thought bitterly. When this battle was over and if he was still alive by then he would personally learn the names of every crew member of the deceased frigate, he would see to it that they were never forgotten.
"Statues on our barriers." He commanded his mind racing back to the battle on hand. The best way he could honor them was to see to it that their killers would not live past this battle.
"Still holding sir, but just barely sir." An officer reported. "Engineering is trying their best to get more strength out of them."
"Tell them to take power from life support if they have to." The Captain said getting a "yes sir." From the ensign.
"Captain!" Communications spoke up. "The Turian dreadnought Chr'ill has just reported that the Turian 87th Flight and the Terran 107th Wing as have opened up a large hole in the Dragon Orphan fleet and the Hydra is vulnerable. We are moving in to support them while they engage the Hydra."
"Acknowledged." The Captain replied. "Engines full ahead keep us close to that dreadnought. Have the main cannon ready a firing solution on that Hydra."
Battle in space
With their purpose made known, the Turian Dreadnought Chr'ill Supported by the Terran Battleships the Donnager and the Light Breaker and a hand full of cruisers moved to engaged the now vulnerable Hydra. In a matter of seconds, the battle group brought their weapons both primary and secondary to bear on the Dragon dreadnought. Its hull tearing and shearing from kinetic rounds, missiles, and disruptor torpedoes. Furious the Hydra returned fire destroying a cruiser with its main cannon and severely damaging another with its other weapons.
Undeterred the losses the Chr'ill, Donnager, and Light Breaker fired their main cannons together. All three shots found their mark in roughly in the same area tearing a massive hole in the Hydra hundreds of bodies being sucked out into the void.
Seeing this as an opening a flight of bombers escorted by fighters began an attack run on the Hydra. A few would be shot out of the sky but most were able to deliver their payloads, several missiles would find their way into the gaping hole torn into the Hydra. Seconds later the Hydra was ripped apart from the explosions inside it.
With the losses of their Hydra, the rest of the Dragon Orphan ships near the gas giant became disorganized and quickly fell victim to the rest of the allied ships.
More allied ships from the inner system joined the battle in the outer edges, the battle would be longer yet.
January 1st 16:48, Mactare System, Taetrus, city of Madra, command center:
Commander Sanders terminated the communications link causing the image of a saluting officer to disappear. "Not the way I had envisioned my new year's eight months ago." She muttered already feeling tired from the day's events. Only having about five hours of sleep in the last three days probably didn't help. She had finished her last rounds of debriefings from the officers under her command and would have to compile it all into one report to give to the Major she served under who would pass it up the chain of command.
"New Years?" Asked a voice. She turned to face Commander Valkarian, her Turian counterpart.
"It's something of a Terran holiday." She explained. "On our calendar, it marks the beginning of a new year. Hence the name New Years. Aside from starting another year, it is celebrated as a means of starting over and setting new goals for one's self."
"Ah, I see." The Turian said. "We similar day called the Day of Renewal. I would say it's about the same as your New Years'. If I remember correctly it was about four months ago." He said rubbing his mandibles. "And like you, I didn't get to spend the way I wanted to then and I doubt I ever will for a long time."
Sanders allowed a small smile to form on her face wondering what else their cultures had in common. It was funny how similar the races of the galaxy were to each other even though they did have numerous differences. It gave her hope that interstellar co-operation would be possible and would be encouraged. "Well, we in the armed forces don't get many holidays off especially during wartime. As they say, defending King and Country is a job that never ends."
"Only in death does duty end," Vakarian said. "Down to business how are things with our forces?" He walked to the terminal looking at a map of the city and the surrounding area. Some areas had varying shades of red that indicated active combat zones and the level of fighting. Lighter reds had minimum fighting requiring fewer forces, while the deeper red showed heavy combat across the board and required constant reinforcing. Different indicators doted the map showing bases, outposts, and other defense lines alongside the movement of allied forces. Others showed where the enemy was. To anyone else it may have looked like a jumbled mess, and in a sense that was all war was.
"About as well as last time." She sighed out. "Though we are seeing some gains in our favor. The 153rd Company formerly under the command of Captain Kelvin Morison has managed to repel and wiped out the majority of the Dragon Orphans attacking their area. They plan to recover first then begin organizing hunting groups to attack the small pockets in the area."
"Formerly?" Vakarian queried.
"Killed in action. His XO Lieutenant David Anderson took command and repelled the attack by calling in air support from the 212th Bomber Wing. A good call as they were facing a Titian."
"A Titian?" The Turian Commander asked horror on his face. "By the Spirits, that thing must have been a nightmare to deal with before the bombs dropped. Causalities?"
"Including their deceased Captain fifty-four, with ten confirmed dead and five needing intensive care. Two of which may not make it through the week, if they do they'll have to be discharged from the service. They also lost a large portion of their mech units including all of the heavy units, some may be salvaged. But for now, they'll have to wait for a new shipment, till then they'll have to make due."
"Hmm, all things considered, I would say that they came out in good condition considering what they were up against. I've read reports about those Titians going up against a force five times their size and they tore through them causing staggering losses before they could be put down." Vakarian said.
"It will still take them a few days to recover before they can begin their operations and they'll be needing a new Captain to take Morison's place," Sanders replied. "Aside from them, there are a few other units that have mange to secure their areas like they did. The rest of our forces are holding the line but taking losses. Some may even be on the verge of collapse."
The Turian Commander nodded grimly. "Once we get our reinforcements we'll have to reinforce those trouble units. Assuming they survive that long."
"That's if they can even get here," Sanders said. "You heard what the Colonial said. The fleet is still engaged against the Dragon Orphans in the outer system. The whole area is a battlefield and it doesn't look like that they'll let up anytime soon."
"Damn," Vakarian said under his breathe. "The fuckers don't give do they?" He leaned on the terminal his eyes fixed on the red areas of the map. "I suppose we'll just have to do with what we have at the moment in case they do get delayed." He walked away from the terminal.
Sanders's attention remained on the Turian officer. "Is there a chance they might not come at all?" She asked worried what it would mean for the campaign on the planet.
"Oh, they'll come alright even if the transports have to come in under fire. The Hierarchy will not allow Tautrus to fall now that they know that there is a chance of victory. Symbolically this world is too important to lose." He explained.
Sanders nodded her understanding. "That's good to hear. We'll have to hold out until they do get here." She turned to face the terminal. "Though I do hope they don't have come in with the enemy nipping at their heels." She said getting a grunt of agreement from the Turian. "Do you think we will have to withdraw our forces from areas that are in danger of falling?" She asked eyeing the red areas of the map.
Vakarian came up next to her. "I'm not certain." He mutters as talons began to work the terminal. "While the Dragon Orphans gaining more territory is not a good thing, I like the idea of losing more soldiers even less." The map focused on one of the red areas. A small town on the edge of the defense perimeter. On side statistics of the area were shown, a civilian population of around a thousand (mostly evacuated, with a small volunteer staying behind to aid the garrison), a garrison force of hundred fifty soldiers mostly being Turian with elements of a Terran Company. About half of the town had destroyed after numerous battles, and the garrison had lost a quarter of their forces and a large attack looks to be imminent. "But the longer they hold the better."
True the more forces the D-Orphans lost throwing them into an attack the better chance they had of success for a counterattack. That was assuming they were killing more than they could make. "I just hope we're killing enough of them." She voiced her concern.
"Spirits I hope so." The Turian said. "Even with your people's help, it's hard to tell. Kill a thousand and another ten could be waiting for us. Where you able to get a look at the latest reports from our units behind enemy lines?"
"A bit." Commander Sanders said remembering the reports that had been handed down from the top. "Millions of Dragon Orphans in the occupied zone and numerous nurseries set up to produce more of them. So about the same as last time with little improvement." She summarized. "Good news that our boys out there alongside a civilian resistance have been raising hell more the bastards. Two more nurseries destroyed and several packs eliminated through ambushes. Overall things are trending in our favor but probably not by much. We still have that Dragon General to contend with, lord above I do not pity the poor soul who has to organize the operation to kill that bitch"
"I guess that's good," Vakarian said dryly. "So as long we still have a chance of winning I'll take it. Now then if we do decide against withdrawing these troops, perhaps we can try reinforcing them." The town disappeared and the lighter red areas were highlighted. "We could try transferring units from areas that have been secured to areas that are in the most need of help."
Sanders pondered the idea for a bit. "Alternatively if we do decide to withdraw forces from the areas that are in danger of falling it would give the enemy more territory to defend. They are showing signs being spread thin across so much occupied land. It may be one of the reasons why they haven't made a massive push on us in a long while. At the same time, it would allow us to reinforce a new border and better defend the territory we do have."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vakarian's mandibles twitch in thought. "Not a bad idea. Perhaps a mix of both actions, withdrawn from areas that have very little chance of standing and reinforce the ones that do." He suggested.
"That could work," Sanders said liking the idea. "We'll have to contact the other commanders and see what they think of it." The next several hours were spent on formulating new plans for defending against Dragon Orphan aggression.
Sorry if this took a while, as you may have noticed I started a new story and I want to focus on that for a bit. Not to mention I'm having a tough time getting chapters out for this story, I'm chalking it as a mixture of writers block and getting a little burnt out. I do have a general idea of how the story plays out, even have a few scenes I want to do in it, and got a few ideas for when get to the main events of the games. But right I'm having trouble with the small details that will get me there. So for right I'll focus more on my other story for the foreseeable future, at least until got the next several chapters palnned out and a few written. I do hope to finish this story and I am not abandoning it, just taking a break for a little bit.
That out of the way the events that were mentioned to have happened on Taetrus, I thought those happen way earlier than they were in cannon, like centuries earlier, and not about a year before the reapers showed up in force. My mistake for taking a closer look at it. So I decided to take some creative liberty there for storytelling sake I hope you don't mind that, but than again this is a fanfic detailing a AU so things are bound to be different.
So until the next update (whenever that'll be.) see you next time and remember be safe out there 2020 as been a crazy year.
