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Grymn Fluff - Firestorm.
« on: August 19, 2012, 09:11:13 PM »
Lt. Amos 'the giant' Sure-Foot fired up the plasma drives and watched as the instrument panel lit up. He fastened the link cable to the socket on his left temple and shuffled himself around in the seat to get comfy. After a few seconds, the head up display (HUD) flashed up and on a small panel to the left, Amos watched all the systems coming on line.
"Firestorm, on-line" said a voice through the link "welcome Lieutenant."
"Hi, Firestorm" said Amos "how are you today?"
"Functional" replied Firestorm.
"Let's go to work then" said Amos "Spear formation, sign in."
"Spear two, ready."
"Spear three, ready."
"Spear four, standing by."
"Spear six, at your command Lieutenant."
"It's time to go hunting" said Amos "as soon as we hit the zone, make weapons ready and prepare for assault."
"YES, SIR!" replied all of the formation.
Amos smiled to himself and checked the HUD. The port side hydraulic system looked under pressure, so he kicked a conduit by his right boot and the levels fluctuated and rose to the required level "Firestorm, keep an eye on hyds."
"Monitoring hyds" replied Firestorm.
Amos sniffed and thought "I wonder what is for dinner this evening?" before he felt massive g-forces and the feeling of weightlessness "here we go again!" he thought.

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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #1 on: August 20, 2012, 09:13:09 AM »
 :thumbup:

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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #2 on: August 20, 2012, 10:11:31 AM »
In case anyone was wondering... 'Five' sounds like 'Fire' and if Amos shouted "Spear Five" in the heat of battle, it could be misheard (it is an armourer thing ;) ).
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #3 on: August 20, 2012, 11:56:17 AM »
After a brief period of weightlessness, Amos felt the vectored forces as the drop-ship fired its engines and then a moment later, the shaking started. Entering orbit was always uncomfortable but in a small drop-ship it tended to be much worse. After what seemed like an age, the shaking stopped and the ride smoothed out.
“Is anyone bloody?” asked Amos and the silence he received answered the question.
“Rendezvous will be in thirteen minutes, lieutenant” said the co-pilot.
“Thank you, Sparky” replied Amos.
Now it was just a matter of waiting.

With a bump, the drop-ship landed and the Spears got their notice to move.
“Clamps disengaged, Ramp down” said Sparky.
“ON-ME!” shouted Amos and he stormed down the ramp and out onto the desert terrain “Defensive pattern, brace for thrusters.”
The four other spear members took up defensive positions around Amos and they stood firm as the dust and debris from the drop-ship lifting spread around them.
“Six, is the ECM field up and running?” asked Amos.
“Yes, sir” replied six.
“And the colours?” asked Amos.
“Displayed, sir” replied six.
“Let’s go and meet the tunnel fighters then” said Amos “I’ll take point; ‘V’ formation.”
“Yes, sir!” replied the others and they set a course for the rendezvous point and sped off on plasma-powered legs.

“Lieutenant Sure-Foot reporting, sir” said Amos as he climbed down from his cab.
“It is good to see you lieutenant” replied the dust covered officer in front of him. There was the sound of rushing air as the soldier removed his heavy helmet and placed it on a nearby table before extending a hand in greeting. The officer’s skin was almost pure white and his eyes had tiny pupils. He had shocking ginger hair and a neatly trimmed beard.
“Are you all that could be spared?” asked the officer.
“Yes, I’m afraid so, sir” replied Amos.
“Hmmm. I hope your agility will be more effective than brute muscle” replied the officer “our Clanker units have been pretty hammered lately and the Mechs aren’t due to arrive for another two days.”
“We will see what we can do, sir” replied Amos “what’s the sit rep?”
“The locals have us pinned down here” said the officer pointing to a glowing map on a data-tab “we are able to keep them at bay but they have a constant stream of reserves from a cavern here.”
“What numbers are we talking about?” asked Amos.
“Defenders about forty, attackers…one or two thousand… and not just the critters… there are some big ones too” replied the officer.
“Our mission?” asked Amos.
“Seal the cavern and engage the enemy from the rear” replied the Officer “push through and meet up with my troops in the bluff.”
“My pleasure, sir” replied Amos with a broad grin. He held a capture disc over the tablet and the details were uploaded so that he could share them with his team.
“Lieutenant” said the officer “good luck.”
“Ha! Save it for the enemy!” replied Amos as he scampered back into his cab. The cover closed and he put the disk into the socket.
“Spears; we go to point A and seal the cavern. We then push through to meet up with the forces at B” said Amos “the enemy is many and the defenders are few.”
“Plenty for all of us then” replied Two.
“Exactly” said Amos “wagons roll.”
“YES, SIR!” replied the spears and they all stormed off to point A on the map.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #4 on: August 21, 2012, 09:08:37 AM »
From a distance, the spears would have looked like large, headless, Ostriches as they loped across the sand. They were capable of a good burst of speed but were armoured enough to be able to ignore small arms fire. Anything heavier and they were vulnerable. Each of the spears was armed with a rail gun and a pair of rotary cannons so light and heavy targets could be engaged. All of the walkers were painted matt-black and had markings that were painted in gloss black; apart from the various warning symbols. Amos took the lead and the remaining four followed in a ‘V’ formation. Six was the colour sergeant who not only carried the Electronic Counter Measures (ECM) but also proudly displayed the squad colours; a golden spear on a red background. The other spears were veterans who had piloted their walkers through many engagements and had the experience to succeed where others would falter.

“Stay frisky, target ahead” said Amos.
Almost as soon as they crested the dune near the cavern entrance they saw a stream of creatures swarming out of it.
“Two and three, hit the cavern” said Amos “four and six engage with the enemy.”
“Yes, sir!” shouted the spears and they all took up positions for their tasks.
Two and three stood firm, swivelled on the spot and began to fire hyper-velocity rounds into the rock above the cavern. The explosions ripped through the rock and caused thousands of tons of debris to fall over the cavern mouth; burying hundreds of creatures in the process. Almost instantly, a group of creatures veered off from the main body and tore towards the spears.
“Fire at will!” said Amos and the spears on over-watch opened fire with their rotary cannons.
The creatures died in droves as the heavy flechettes ripped through them; their bodies bursting under the sheer weight of fire. There was a loud roar and one of the larger creatures broke through the drones and made a bee-line for the spears; keeping low and presenting its armoured carapace to them. The flechettes bounced off the armour plates so the spears switched to their rail guns and managed to bring the monster down before it got too close.
“Follow the drones and sweep up as we go” said Amos and the five walkers surged forwards and engaged the creatures as they went “keep an eye out for the warriors.”

The locals were an indigenous population of semi-sentient, six limbed creatures. They were very similar to ants in that they had different castes for different roles. The smallest of the creatures was almost the size of a Grymn and its role was to tend the nests and feed the young. Next were the scouts and they were a little like a six-limbed horse in size but had large scythes instead of front legs. The warriors came next and they were three times the height of a Grymn and they walked upright. They had four fighting limbs and two to walk with; the fighting limbs had claws and scythes. Finally there were the tanks that were as big as a tank, walked upright and had four massive, scythed claws. The queen of the nest came from the tank caste and was more than able to defend herself even though her abdomen was massively distended. The creatures were just called the locals because they were on the planet when the ark ship arrived. The scans detected the creatures but their prevalence was underestimated and it soon became apparent that there was going to be a constant battle to keep them at bay. What made this difficult was the fact that the locals lived underground and only came to the surface to forage… and they had a taste for Grymn and their food animals. That meant that the standing army had to adapt to fighting in the caverns that the locals dug… and they had done so with relish. The tunnel fighters spent a lot of their time under ground, locating and destroying nests that were within the safety zones of the settlements. They all wore heavy fighting suits with an air supply and filters. Each of their heavy helmets was full of equipment to enable them to see in the dark and scan for life signs. Their weapon of choice was the pulse gun which could bring down a smaller creature easily but with combined fire, even the larger creatures could be subdued. When pulse guns failed, heavier weapons were brought to bear and clankers were sent into the tunnels. Clankers were massively armoured, powered suits that were slow and cumbersome but packed a punch in close combat or support roles. For topside clearances, the mechs and APCs could be used but they were generally held in reserve to defend the settlements and transport troops to where they were needed.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #5 on: August 21, 2012, 02:30:08 PM »
“One!” shouted six “watch your fire-arc, sir!”
“Noted, six” replied Amos and he turned his rail-gun on the warrior that had appeared to his left. Amos always marvelled at how the good colour sergeant could see things that no one else ever noticed. Amos smiled as the warrior took the first round and continued to advance but had to succumb to the second round as it took the impact in the face; the back of it’s head bursting open in a spray of purple ichor.
“One!” shouted four “I’m picking up a bunch of tanks advancing down the column sides.”
“Spears stand firm and brace for impact” said Amos “two, sweep up the drones.”
“Yes, sir!” shouted the spears.
It wasn’t long before the first of the tanks appeared. It paused for a moment, screamed a high-pitch scream and charged towards the walkers. The rail gun rounds struck home but most were deflected by the creature’s carapace as it hunched forward and barrelled towards them.
“Target the face!” shouted six and Amos was pleased to see the beast drop to the floor with a ruined head. Without warning a second tank appeared from the mess of drones and leaped towards spear three. Three turned to face it but only managed to get a single shot off before the tank reached him.
“SIR!” shouted three as the tank forced the walker onto its back and began to slash at the cab with its massive claws. Six reacted instinctively and boosted himself into the air. He landed heavily on the carapace of the tank and imbedded the walker’s ground locks into the rear carapace of the beast. It roared in defiance and tried to shake off the colour sergeant and swiped it with its scythes. Six calmly trained his rotary cannons on the rear of the creature’s neck and fired. The sheer weight of fire tore open the back of the creature’s neck and it dropped like a stone. Six leapt clear and powered up his walker’s legs so he could shoulder the body off three.
“Three, status report” said six.
“Functional but cannons inoperative” replied three.
“Is your rail-gun still okay?” asked six.
“Yes, staff!” replied three and he twisted his hips and righted his walker.
“One, three is heavy only sir” said six.
“Noted… incoming!” replied Amos. Another two tanks appeared. One was dropped at range before it even advanced. The second managed ten paces before it too was brought low.
“That’s all the tanks” said two.
“Let’s sweep and clean!” said Amos. He switched his rail-gun to a lower power setting that enabled a higher rate of fire and advanced up the column of locals; crushing the dead underfoot as he went. He knew the others would be doing the same; sweep and clean referred to infantry targets and they didn’t need the full power of a rail-gun to eliminate them.
“Friendly forces ahead, sir” said six “half a click!”
“Mark your targets and keep your rounds low” said Amos “we don’t want any accidents.”
“Yes, sir!” replied the spears.

Amos climbed down from his cab and went to meet the commander. The commander was a striking woman with pearly white skin and red hair; tied in a bun. She had removed her helmet as Amos approached and immediately threw him a salute.
“Sir! Sergeant Falcon; commander fourth platoon” she said.
“Thank you sergeant” replied Amos “Lieutenant Sure-Foot; Spear Formation.”
“We have wounded, do you have any medical supplies?” she asked.
“Some. I’ll get the colour to find them” said Amos “six! Grab the medi-packs.”
“Yes, sir” said six “two and four, over-watch, three stand-down and help with the wounded.”
“How many did you start with, sir?” asked sergeant Falcon.
“Five” replied Amos as he unhitched his medi-pack from the rear of Firestorm.
“You only brought five… and you all made it through?” asked sergeant Falcon incredulously “how did you manage that?”
“Luck, training, tactics” said Amos “and a colour sergeant who doesn’t know when to quit.”
“We could do with more like you in the tunnels” said sergeant Falcon.
“We’d be no good underground” replied Amos as he handed his medi-pack to a waiting defender “we are agile and need a little space. The clankers are better suited to the crush of subterranean combat.”
“I am glad you arrived as quickly as you did” said sergeant Falcon “we were running low on ammunition… we weren’t expecting the amount of resistance we received.”
“You are most welcome” said Amos “it is what we do. We will wait here until transport arrives… two, report to the commander and send a sit-rep.”
“Yes, sir!” replied two.
“We’ll cover the borders for now, get some rations in you and tend to the wounded” said Amos.
“Thank you, sir” replied the sergeant and she saluted before she went to take stock of things.
“Sir, I’ve taken a count” said six “there are forty two here. Sixteen are wounded and a further six are dead. The wounded are mostly stable but two are cat 1 and need emergency evac.”
“Understood, colour” said Amos “two, arrange a med-evac for two immediately.”
“Yes, sir” replied two and a moment later he said “grav-carrier in-bound.”
“Thank you, two” replied Amos “colour; take three and help with the wounded. Allow the sergeant to rest while you take a status check… the usual… rations, rounds and welfare.”
“On it, sir” replied six and he went and did the rounds.

Twenty minutes later, the grav-carrier turned up and evacuated the more seriously wounded troops. It also dropped off more medical supplies, ammunition, rations and a couple of extra medics to help until the transports arrived.
“Sergeant” said Amos “the transports will be here tomorrow at sun-rise. You need to get your healthy troops sorting out some shelter.”
“Yes, sir” replied the sergeant and she carried her mug of hot tea with her as she went to delegate the tasks.
“Sir, I am assuming that we will be on sentry duty tonight” said six.
“Yes” replied Amos.
“I’ll stand two and four down to get some rest then” said six “me and three will take first watch.”
“Good work, colour” replied Amos and six smiled as he walked away.

That was that. The following morning the transports arrived and Spear Formation acted as escorts for the return to the main operating base (MOB). When they arrived at the MOB, the drop-ship was waiting to return the spears to their orbiting ship so after a quick de-brief they boarded and prepared to leave. The return journey was as uneventful as it could be and when the spears were safely aboard the home-ship, they went for de-briefing while their walkers were serviced and repaired.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #6 on: August 21, 2012, 04:51:53 PM »
Amos walked into the de-briefing room with the rest of his team. By now, the data from the mission had been downloaded and the captain had seen the telemetry and tactical information.
“Good job, Spears” said the captain when he walked into the room. The spears snapped to attention until they were told to relax.
“You achieved an excellent kill rate and I am surprised that you all returned” said the captain “it is also to your benefit that the good colour sergeant refuses to retire.”
“Yes, sir” replied Amos.
“You, young pup, need to keep your wits about you” said the captain sternly “good observation will save your life when the colour isn’t around to keep an eye out for you.”
“Yes, sir” replied Amos.
“And three, what were you thinking?” asked the captain “you didn’t observe the situation and ended up having to go toe to toe with a tank!”
“I don’t know, sir” replied three “sorry, sir.”
“Don’t be sorry! Watch your scanners and screens!” shouted the captain “I don’t give you a Mk1 Talon Walker to smash up. I want it back in one piece… I want my troops back in one piece as well… it costs a fortune to train and psycho-manipulate a pilot.”
“Yes, sir” replied three.
“With respect, sir” said Amos “we walked into a feth storm and came out the other side with a single damaged weapon mount. Cut my corporal some slack, SIR.”
The captain walked up to Amos and glared down at him.
“If you are lucky, you may one day grow big enough to back up your attitude, lieutenant” said the captain “until then, you will keep your smart-arsed comments to yourself… is that clear?”
“Yes, captain” replied Amos while he glared directly at the captain.
The captain turned his back on them and walked a few paces away before saying “get some rest, you’ll be busy tomorrow…briefing is at 09:30 hours.”
“Yes, sir” they all said.
“SHUN!” said six and the captain left the room. Once he had gone the team let out a deep breath.
“Cheers, sir” said three.
“Don’t thank me” replied Amos “learn to keep an eye out… it’s something we both need to do.”
“Sir, you really need to tone it down in his company” said six “he’s the one stopping you getting any higher in the ranks.”
“Who says I want to get any higher?” said Amos “flying a desk is not my dream job.”
“Just think of the extra pay” replied six.
“I can only drink so much mead!” replied Amos with a broad grin “speaking of which, at least two of us owe you a drink.”
“And I will accept them” replied six “once the admin is squared away. Sir, I trust you will be joining us in the hangar.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, colour” replied Amos sarcastically.
“Jump to it then!” said six and everyone made their way to the hangar.

The hangar was awash with technicians. They were all working on the walkers and three’s was getting the most attention. The right gun mount had been removed and was in the process of being replaced with a new unit. The rest of the walkers were plugged into diagnostic machines and had various panels open for refuelling and rearming.
“How’s it going, Monkey?” asked Amos.
“Pretty good” replied Monkey “I’ve checked your hyd conduit and have clipped it back so you shouldn’t get reading problems again. Three’s cab is getting a new gun mount and the rest of the maintenance is nearly finished.”
“Good stuff” replied Amos “how long?”
“A couple of hours should do it” said Monkey “do you want me to add kill markings?”
“Ha! No thanks… you’d run out of paint!” replied Amos with a hearty laugh.
“No worries then” said Monkey and he left to continue with his supervision.
“Admin complete, colour” said Amos “can we go now?”
“Yes, sir” replied six “when will we be de-briefing?”
Amos looked at his watch and said “shower and change and in the bar for nineteen hundred hours.”
“Right you are, sir” replied six and the team split up to return to their billets.

Amos leant on his wash-basin and stared into the mirror. He was a rugged looking Grymn with a tightly cropped head of bright ginger hair. He was only twenty two years old and had never grown much taller than the average twelve year old. What he lacked in height he made up for with brawn because he was extremely muscular and heavy set. As he always did, he touched the socket on his left temple to make sure the blanking plate was fitted before he splashed water on his face to shave. He smiled to himself at what had happened with the captain and soaped up his face.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #7 on: August 21, 2012, 06:05:31 PM »
Nice little touch with the blanking plate :thumbup:
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #8 on: August 22, 2012, 04:52:40 PM »
When Amos arrived at the bar, six had already got the mead and was sitting with the other three spears at the table. Amos sat at the table with them and, as was their custom, gave the toast.
“Another day upright!” said Amos and the rest of the spears echoed the toast.
Amos looked around at his team and felt glad to be a part of it. Spear two was a rather plain looking female Grymn with an athletic physique and brilliant white hair. Her name was Mina; she was the same age as Amos and was a corporal. Spear three was a male Grymn who could be instantly recognised by the scar that ran from his ear to his chin. He was a young corporal named Pietre and he had tightly cropped black hair. Spear four was a pretty yet dour female Grymn named Kyra. She had long blond hair that was only cropped tightly around her link socket. She was a sergeant who was in her thirties. Finally, there was spear six; the colour sergeant. He was past retirement age and had a grey beard and a bald head. His skin was wrinkled and scarred and he had the look of a raptor; with steely eyes and a large, hooked nose. His name was Jack but everyone called him either staff or colour.

“So, Amos, how do you think it went?” asked Jack.
“We were lucky there were only five or six tanks this time” replied Amos “and some of us need to focus a bit more… but apart from that, I think we did pretty well.”
“Oh do you now?” asked Jack and he watched Amos’s face drop “well I think we did very well.”
“Really?” asked Amos.
“We were just five and we pretty much destroyed fifteen hundred locals” said Jack “those are good numbers.”
“Yes!” said Pietre.
“We’d have got more praise if you’d kept your eyes open, laddie” said Jack and Pietre nodded “but we all got through and we achieved the mission.”
“Thank you Jack” said Amos “I agree with what you say but us young bloods really need to improve our observation.” Amos looked around the group before saying “I’ve booked more simulator time but it is next week. Before then we have another mission so we had better keep sharp this time or I’ll be in trouble for wasting a booking!”
The team smiled and knew that Amos was right.
“Let’s put it to bed now and stand for the post brief toast” said Amos and they all stood up “The Spears!” said Amos and they all drained their tankards as quickly as they were able before sitting down. Amos collected the tankards and went to the bar for a refill.
“I wonder where they’ll send us tomorrow” said Pietre.
“Another dirty hole in the ground, no doubt” replied Kyra.
“You really are cheerful sometimes” said Mina sarcastically.
“Well I doubt we’ll be sent to a holiday resort” replied Kyra.
“No matter where we go, The Father will be making notes so you’d better be at your best” said Jack “and remember that as long as we remain a team, we’ll get through.”
“Absolutely!” said Pietre.
“Drinks!” said Amos as he returned with two tankards of mead for each of the team “make the most of it because we are working tomorrow and we’ll need clear heads so this is all you are allowed tonight.”
“I thought you liked me” said Mina “I’ll need more than three drinks for you to get in my favour.”
The group laughed and Jack furrowed his brow. Sometimes the familiarity of the team seemed disrespectful of the ranks assembled and Jack was old-school.
“Mind your wit, Mina” said Jack.
“Okay colour… it’s only a bit of fun” replied Mina with a smile.
“And it’s Amos that would need the extra mead!” said Pietre.
Jack rolled his eyes “Will you ever learn?” he asked.
“I’ll be better after some simulator time” replied Pietre who was oblivious to what Jack was referring to.
Jack was going to point things out to Pietre but decided it was a pointless exercise and rued the corps acceptance criteria instead.
“Did you see Colour standing on the tank?” asked Mina “he looked like one of the heroes of old when he killed it.”
“I’ve never seen you move so fast” said Kyra “it’s lucky for Pietre that you did though.”
“Don’t write me off” said Jack “I may be seventy but I’ve got plenty left in the tanks yet.”
“Maybe it’s you I should be sitting with then” said Mina.
“Ha! My better half would see you off for sure” said Jack with a bellowing laugh “I have grand daughters older than you, missy!”
“Well now I am really flattered” said Mina.
“You should be… she’d only bother to see off a threat!” said Jack and he chuckled to himself.
Mina smiled and touched Jack on the arm politely. She viewed him as a grand father and the rest of the team were very glad that Jack was with them; his experience was invaluable.

The team chatted and drank for an hour or so before they retired to their billets ready for the following day’s mission. They weren’t apprehensive about what the task might be because they had been through enough hell to be immune to it. They all just climbed into their walkers and completed the missions... that is just what they did.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #9 on: August 24, 2012, 01:59:55 PM »
“We have been informed that there is trouble stirring on P132” said the general “intelligence reports a build up of human forces on the borders of our settlement there and we would rather defend than evade. The settlement has a standing army but they lack support so we are going to send in an armoured detachment to help them out.”
“Massed ranks, eh?” said Jack.
“Our chance to shine” replied Amos.
“The candle that burns brightest, burns half as long” said Jack “by the numbers works best, sir.”
“You’ll keep us tempered, colour” said Amos.
“Hmmm” replied Jack with a frown.
“Do you think we’ll be going in alone or with tanks?” asked Amos.
“If you listen to the brief, sir, you will find out” replied Jack.
“The detachment will consist of seven squadron walkers, sixth division armour supported by the eleventh signals corps” said the general “timings will be confirmed on arrival in orbit.”
“Talons, Sabres and Tridents then” said Amos “it’s a good mix.”
“We’ll have to double check the IFF with all that mess around us” said Jack “we don’t want to be mistaken for a human exo-suit, do we?”
“I’ll get Kyra on that after the brief” replied Amos.
“If there are any questions, ask them now” said the general.
“Sir, are there any locals there?” asked a gruff tank commander “indigenous species?”
“Negative sergeant, our only target is human but only if they decide to attack” replied the general.
“Sir, are the reports on enemy forces accurate? Do they really have all that armour?” asked a corporal from the signals.
“I’m afraid so, son” said the general.
“Sir, what is our mission call-sign?” asked a junior officer from the armoured division.
“Son, you should know that call-signs and codes will be in the brief pack-up” said the general “Warrant?”
“Yes, sir” replied the Warrant “I’ll re-educate.”
“Thank you” said the general “any more questions?”
“Sir, are the ground forces familiar with working along side armour or will be escorted by our own infantry?” asked Amos.
“We will be unsupported” replied the general “seven squadron will be acting as infantry should we be required to leave the settlement.”
“No more questions?” asked the general “collect your pack-ups from the adjutant.”
“Parade!” shouted the adjutant and every one stood to attention while the general left the room.
“At ease!” shouted the Adjutant “dismissed! Don’t forget your briefing packs!”
Both Jack and Amos collected a pack-up and left the hall in the throng of Grymn.
“Can you believe it?” asked Amos “close support?”
“You’ll not get your glory on this one, sir” said Jack.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #10 on: October 09, 2012, 02:29:12 PM »
The trip to the surface was much smoother this time because the drop ship was a heavy lifter and didn’t rattle about due to its immense mass. The heavy lifter was escorted by a number of smaller ships that were there for air defence and once the heavy lifter had landed, they would patrol the area until everyone had disembarked. The Spears were all secured in their walkers and had powered them up ready for the work ahead. Unlike last time, they were not alone; three more walker units accompanied them. Fortunately, the walkers were given autonomy so they would keep themselves to themselves and team up only when they had to; it was how the walker teams worked and the competition between them was fierce. Each of the walker units were attached to an armoured platoon of 14 Sabres with 2 Trident comms and support vehicles in tow. The armoured platoon commanders were in charge of each little formation, with overall control being held by the detachment commander in liaison with the settlement defence commander.

“Touch down in five minutes” said the comms “prepare for tactical disembarkation.”
“Here we go team” said Amos “comms check, over.”
“Spear two, ready. Out.”
“Spear three, ready. Out.”
“Spear four, online. Out.”
“Spear six at your command, sir. Out.”
“Spears, double check your I.F.F. and make sure your weapons are correctly cycled” said Amos “we are on point so we need to be first out and take up a defensive perimeter. Make sure you don’t step on the local military! Out.”

Minutes later, the massive ramp lowered and Spear formation loped out of the massive transport. They quickly dashed down the ramp and fanned out in order to link fire-arcs and cover the entire disembarkation area. They were quickly followed by the other walkers who provided a secondary barrier as the tanks and support vehicles thundered slowly down the ramp with the marshals guiding them down.

Amos scanned the area and remembered the images from the briefing pack-up. “More dust and desert” he thought. He checked out the blips on his HUD and noticed that the detachment commander had met up with the settlement leaders and was leaving the disembarkation area for a heads-up on the situation.
“Prepare for thrusters” said the comms and Amos fired his ground clamps; securing Firestorm firmly to the floor. Seconds later, the ground trembled and Amos felt the walker lurch slightly as the blast wave from the heavy lifter’s thrusters washed over them. It lasted a few seconds and then Amos disengaged the clamps.
“All Spears, check in, over” said Amos and they all did so.
“Hello Spear one, this is Hammer one, rendezvous with my position for a brief, over” said the comms.
“Roger Hammer one. Out” said Amos “Spears, hold position while I go for the brief. Out.”

Lieutenant Harry ‘One-Eye’ Stern-fist was dour, even amongst the war-weary Grymn. Amos wondered why he was nicknamed ‘One-Eye’ because when Amos met him he obviously had two functional eyes and seemed remarkably unscathed; considering his long and distinguished service in the armoured division. Harry was in his fifties was heavily wrinkled and had a shiny bald head. He had bushy white eyebrows and a white, handlebar moustache. He was abrupt but spoke politely and when Amos walked under the awning that had been put up by the command tank, he was quickly beckoned to a collapsible chair and asked if he wanted some tea. Amos said he would and quickly discovered that Harry had a large eye tattooed to the back of his head.
“I’m watching you” said Harry with his back to Amos and he chuckled.
“That’ll be why then” said Amos in reply.
“What, the nick-name? Yes” replied Harry “The armoured division is filled with weasels and you have to watch out for them.”
“I know what you mean” said Amos “You can’t put a servo down for two minutes before it walks.”
“Exactly” said Harry “here… it’s green and sweet.”
“Thanks” replied Amos.
“Right then… to business” said Harry as he sat heavily in his own collapsible chair “I won’t preach to you how to support the tanks, I’ll leave that to you to sort out if it becomes necessary. You already know my call-sign and as far as you are concerned, I am your commander and you will address me as sir in front of the troops.”
“No problem, Harry” replied Amos.
“If we do end up leaving the safety of the settlement, when I issue an order, you will follow it… but you shouldn’t get many as long as we work well together… I understand your team is highly efficient so it is good that we are teamed up” said Harry “you’ve seen the briefing pack; you know the form… we will eat, bunk and carry out ablutions as a unit and our sector is this one.” Harry pointed to a square on a small map he produced from a pocket.
“That all sounds fine” replied Amos.
“I know your team is tempered in battle, Amos, and I want them to keep the fight for the enemy. I will accept no brawling or drinking alcohol and if any occurs there will be serious repercussions” said Harry “I’ve given my lot the same brief and will give the same brief to the signallers so we are all singing off the same hymn-sheet.”
“Right you are, Harry” replied Amos.
“Well that is it from me” said Harry and he offered his hand to Amos. Amos shook it and Harry said “welcome to the Hammers. Any questions?”
“Are we guarding?” asked Amos.
“No, the home-grunts are doing that… we are just here to show strength and defend in the event of an attack” replied Harry “Get your team settled and make sure they get fed and watered. We’ll have a point brief at 08:00hrs tomorrow unless the humans get testy. If that happens, mount up and meet at the muster point.”
“Cheers, Harry” said Amos “see you in the mess later.”

“Well this is cosy” said Mina.
“I was expecting tents” said Kyra “it is nice to have a cabin with bunks.
“I suppose it could be worse” replied Mina “fortunately, it’s just you and me.”
“The lads next door have had to move in a third bunk” said Kyra “I am surprised that there aren’t more females amongst the armoured division… I am not used to being one of two females in a platoon.”
“I don’t know” said Mina “it just leaves more fun for us two.”
Kyra stared blankly at Mina and shook her head.
“What?” asked Mina innocently.
“I hope you keep your belt done up and don’t get into trouble” replied Kyra.
Mina just smiled “I’ll try” she said.

With every passing moment, Amos was becoming more and more pleased. The cabins were remarkably comfortable; if cramped, the shower and ablution facilities were immaculate and the mess hall was airy and clean. The food was basic but there was plenty of it and there was a general feeling of cooperation amongst the detached personnel. Amos noticed that the officers ate with their men and this was a welcome change from the standard routine so he went and joined Hammer platoon’s table. When he arrived he noticed that the Spears were already there and deep in conversation with some of the shell-heads so he found a seat and sat down. To his left was a sergeant and to his right was a trooper.
“Eh-oop, sir” said the sergeant “I’m Brom and that is Tarly. Patch and Coops over there are the rest of my crew.”
“You are well met, chaps” said Amos “if you didn’t know already, I’m Amos and that is Pietre, Kyra, Mina and Frank… but we call him colour usually.”
“I’m surprised you guys haven’t been issued with the same combats as us… you sort of stick out a bit in your grey camo” said Brom.
“I think it is a case of timing and identification” replied Amos as he tucked into his dinner “I’m sure once the dust gets to us, we’ll all look pretty similar.”
“Aye, you’re probably right, sir” said Brom.
“So, which tank are you in?” asked Amos.
“We’re Delta 3… we’re the last tank in the platoon” said Brom “but we’re fourth on kills!”
“What’s your tally, Brom?” asked Amos.
“Forty three cans and countless smears” said Brom cheerfully.
“Smears?” asked Amos.
“Troops” replied Brom “they’re just smears when we take them out.”
“That’s cheerful” said Amos. Brom just grinned.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #11 on: October 11, 2012, 04:45:00 PM »
Amos woke abruptly to the sound of the proximity alert. He leapt from his bunk, tried not to trip over Pietre and quickly threw on his fatigues. Fortunately, someone had put the lights on as it was still dark outside.
“What time is it?” asked Amos.
“03:30 hours, sir” replied Jack, who was just attaching his side-arm to his belt.
“So much for a leisurely point brief!” said Amos “has anyone checked the girls?”
“I’m on it, sir” said Jack and he strode purposely from the room.
“Come on Pietre, we haven’t got all day” said Amos as he left the room whilst fastening his sidearm in place.
“On my way, sir” replied Pietre as he grabbed his belt and pistol whilst trying to fasten his shirt. He followed quickly behind Amos and the Spears all met in the corridor before quickly making their way to their walkers.
“We need a quick start so put main power to legs and allow the systems to cycle up before weapons come on line” said Jack “and don’t forget to double cycle the IFF.”
“Good call, colour” said Amos “we need to meet at the muster point for further instruction so as soon as we move off, I want a delta formation with me on point and when we arrive we’ll take a defensive posture.”
“Yes, sir” replied the Spears.
In moments, they had reached their walkers and quickly mounted up. Amos leapt into his seat and had begun the start up procedure before the canopy had even lowered. He heard the plasma drive fire up and as soon as the HUD flickered to life he directed power to the legs and double cycled the IFF.
“Spears, Comms check, over” said Amos and he received the usual replies before he replied “Spears, move out.”
Amos manoeuvred his walker to the head of the formation and began to lope towards the muster point with the other four of his team following closely behind.
“Firestorm, weapon status” said Amos.
“Cannon on line, rail gun at eighty five percent and climbing” replied Firestorm.
“Firestorm, system status” said Amos.
“Systems optimal, motivators at one hundred and fifteen percent” replied Firestorm.
“Reset motivators to standard and boost power to rail gun for full charge” said Amos.
“Rail gun is now optimal” replied Firestorm.
“Excellent.” Said Amos as he loped into the muster area and positioned himself between the two lead Sabres of Hammer platoon. All around him, tank crews were dashing to their armour in a varying state of undress. Amos also noticed that they were the first walker team to arrive.
“Spears, maintain current posture and await further commands. We’re first to the party, Out” said Amos with a smile.

The detachment commander stood at the front of the muster area and looked furious. All of the detached personnel were lined up in parade formation in front of him under the harsh glare of some spotlights.
“Thirty two minutes is not acceptable!” said the commander with barely contained rage “thirty two minutes is disgusting!” He prowled around the makeshift dais next to each of the rather sheepish looking division chiefs. “I am glad I called a test alert because if this had been for real, we would have been destroyed. Three units were in defensive positions at the muster point within five minutes… five walkers and 28 tanks cannot hold off the attentions of what lurks over that hill!” said the commander “thank the Father that the Hammers, Gauntlets and Spears are here to protect the rest of your lazy, ill-disciplined carcasses!” The commander continued to stalk the dais as the division chiefs looked at their boots. “Everyone will be at the muster point in less than eight minutes and we will continue to practice until this happens” said the commander “you have brought this on yourselves.”
“PARADE! PARADE SHUN!” shouted the adjutant and everyone on parade snapped to attention while the detachment commander stormed off the dais and disappeared towards the command shelter. Moments later the armoured company CO stepped forward.
“When you are dismissed, you will return to your billets and get some sleep. We are all subject to further alerts so make sure you are at the muster area in good time or there will be disciplinary action” said the OC “The point brief at 08:00 hours still stands.”
The CO nodded to the adjutant and left the dais with the rest of the officers.
“PARADE! PARADE DISMISSED!” shouted the adjutant and everyone turned to the right and marched off.
The Spears walked towards their walkers but before they got too far, Amos was intercepted by Harry.
“Good work, Spears” said Harry “you haven’t embarrassed us.”
“We make a good team, sir” replied Amos after a sharp salute.
“Well, let’s keep the standards up and we can get back to a spot of normality” said Harry.
“Aye, we’ll keep our stuff together” agreed Amos.
“Good… get some sleep but stay twitchy” said Harry and he slapped Amos on the back and disappeared after exchanging salutes.
“What a shambles” said Jack “I am not surprised by the commander’s anger.”
“Agreed, colour” replied Amos “this is a good opportunity to sharpen up so everyone, make sure that you have everything close at hand for the next alert. It is 04:30 hours now; that means there is still time for another couple of alerts before the point brief. Try to get some sleep but be ready.”
The Spears all nodded and Jack’s face betrayed his pride at the junior officer’s comments.

Oddly enough, there were no more alerts that night and the point brief went ahead without incident. One thing that Amos noticed was the tiredness that a lot of the officers had written across their faces. They had obviously kept themselves and their troops awake all night; waiting for the alerts. He had personally slept well after returning to his bunk and knew that the rest of the spears would have done likewise. Amos looked at Harry and he also looked fairly fresh so it appeared that the better units were more relaxed as a result of their high standards.

“That was fun” said Harry sarcastically “at least we all got to meet the settlement commanders.”
“It was definitely a bit dry” replied Amos “but now we know who we are working with, it helps.”
“How are your team?” asked Harry.
“Good, thanks” replied Amos “well rested, considering the games last night.”
“Hmmm…” replied Harry “I reckon the next alert will be during breakfast so be warned.”
“At least we’ll all have our boots on!” laughed Amos.
“That won’t help some of them” replied Harry with a grin and they both headed off in different directions.

Harry was right. The alert came during breakfast. The spears had made sure they had chosen a brace of bacon butties each and had decanted their tea into small flasks so they could take their breakfast with them if the alert was called… they were determined not to be too disrupted by the punishment. They arrived at the muster area in four minutes and were the first to arrive again. The Hammers were next and then the Gauntlets; all within five minutes. The muster took sixteen minutes this time and one of the signaller’s vehicles was the last to arrive. After a bit of shouting, everyone was dismissed and returned to their duties with further warnings of alerts.

Firestorm stood motionless as Amos admired her. He patted his walker on the front leg shield and opened up the maintenance panel to get a print-out of the oil levels and general status of the other systems. Everything was in order so he closed the panel and looked over at his team mates. They had all done the same things and were carrying out other activities. Jack had found a small spray unit from somewhere and was giving his walker; Storm-Crow a quick wash down. Pietre was busy cleaning his side-arm and had the components neatly placed on a small cloth on the ground. Kyra and Mila were sparring with each other and Amos couldn’t help noticing the attention they were getting from some of the shell-heads. He smiled to himself and filed his print-out. He could always rely on the girls to cause a stir. Pietre had barely finished assembling his side-arm when the alert sounded. The Spears were in their walkers in seconds and within two minutes were loping towards the muster area whilst their weapons powered up.
“Spears, follow previous pattern. Double check IFF and stay alert. Out” said Amos “Firestorm, systems and weapons status.”
“Systems optimal with Motivators at one hundred and four percent. Cannon optimal. Rail gun sixty four percent” replied Firestorm.
“Re-route extra leg power to rail gun and let me know when it is fully charged” said Amos.
“Confirmed” replied Firestorm.
Amos checked his HUD and noted that his four team mates were in the correct formation.
“Rail gun optimal” said Firestorm.
“Alert, Alert, Alert” said the comms “this is not a drill. All units report to defensive stations.”
“Spears, we rendezvous with the Hammers before we muster at defensive stations” said Amos “maintain formation, over.”
The Spears all replied with a “roger, out.”
“Six, fly the colours, over” said Amos.
“Roger, One… colours displayed, out” replied Jack.
The Spears met up with their armoured allies as they were still in the process of mounting up and checking systems. Amos arranged the Spears into a defensive formation and held station until the whole formation was ready to move. After a brief wait, Harry gave the order and the platoon moved off towards their battle station. Amos listened to Harry on the comms and was glad that he wasn’t on the receiving end of some of the curses.
“Bravo two, maintain spacing and get your primary weapon charged” said Harry “Alpha one, get your section sorted!”
There was a loud bang and everything suddenly became more urgent. The alert siren changed from a warble to a constant tone and Amos checked his HUD and noticed that drones had been launched.
“This is it” thought Amos “I hope the air support gets here before the fun starts.”
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« Reply #13 on: October 16, 2012, 09:34:08 AM »
It was strange that only a single shell had impacted just outside the front of the settlement yet it was certainly worthy of everyone’s attention. Hammer section (with the Spears and signals attached) had the task of defending the gates while the other sections protected other areas of the perimeter. As usual the Hammers were the first to arrive but the rest of the force was positioned shortly afterwards; it was amazing to see the effect hostile action had on troop’s efficiency.
“All units stand firm and await further orders, out” said the comms.
“Spear one, this is Hammer one, message over” said the comms and Amos replied “This is Spear one, send over.”
“Spear one, check fire arc. Quarter left, 600 metres. Observation section, over” said Harry.
“Hammer one, received. Range finding and strength testing? Over” replied Amos.
“Spear one, roger. Out” replied Harry.
“Spears, remain alert. Out” said Amos.
The sound of aircraft distracted everyone momentarily as a squadron of Grymn fighter-bombers arrived overhead. The jets flew over the hill in front of the settlement and Amos could see them circling. He knew that until the humans decided to attack, there was very little the jets could do except observe and report back but it was necessary to demonstrate their alertness to help deter a possible offensive. Amos knew that the Grymn and Human diplomats would be at loggerheads to come to some sort of arrangement but for now all he could do was sit, wait and react to what happened; making sure that he and his allies kept within the current rules of engagement.
“I wonder how long we will be kept at maximum alert” thought Amos “it is obvious what is going on… I hope the CO doesn’t want to make a meal of it because of the practice drills.”
Time ticked by and Amos watched his HUD as the fighter bombers returned to their operating base. It had been over an hour since the stand-to had been called and there had been no further incoming since then.
“Hello Spear one, this is Hammer one. Prepare to stand down on my order, over” said Harry.
“Hammer one, roger, out” replied Amos.
A few minutes passed and Harry gave the order to stand down. The CO had stood down all units except for one; which was now standing point for the settlement.
“Spear one, report to my call sign once disembarked, out” said Harry.

“The CO has decided to run shifts so Drake platoon have the first stint and we swap around every twelve hours” said Harry “we start in 36 hours so make sure your team is ready.”
“No worries, Harry” replied Amos “I assume it is the usual armour at the gate, walkers patrol?”
“Not this time” replied Harry and he looked mildly disappointed “we park up at the gate and wait. We aren’t even keeping a lock-down so we can sit outside the vehicle.”
“This is the CO’s idea?” asked Amos.
“Yes” replied Harry bluntly.
“So we’ll be keeping a walker locked down with a section of tanks at the same readiness state then?” asked Amos.
“You read my mind” said Harry with a grin.
“Would it be OK for me to take a lock down stint?” asked Amos “I want to lead by example.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way” replied Harry “I’ll leave the walker roster to you but I want the vehicles stationary but ready to move if they need to.”
“No worries Harry” replied Amos “I’ll make sure the sentry has the main gun at full power with the rest of the systems on a crash start sequence… it’ll save fuel and still maintain readiness.”
“Good call, I’ll instruct my sentries to do the same” replied Harry “If you’re happy, I’ll let you get away and brief your troops.”
“Cheers, Harry” replied Amos and he left the makeshift briefing area and returned to the rest of the Spears.

That was how things went from then on. Every 48 hours, the Hammers with the attached Spears took post at the main gate area and kept a vigil. Amos quickly noticed that they were not the only platoon keeping locked down units on guard so it appeared that good practices were going on; despite what the detachment CO may have thought. When not on guard, the Spears sorted their admin, relaxed and used the facilities but remained alert for emergencies. Days turned into weeks and in order to keep the Spears keen, Amos had them exercising, sparring and taking in turns to brief on the tactical actions of various historical battles. Jack was in his element and set the subjects whilst throwing in occasional ‘missions’. These missions were scavenger missions; rescue a sign from the medical centre, collect a small pot of spicy relish from the mess hall, get hold of a 13mm sized star wrench… without getting caught and within a set timeframe.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #14 on: October 16, 2012, 03:43:35 PM »
In the seventh week, the tempo changed. The humans moved their armour away from the settlement and a treaty had been brokered between the two opposing forces. The order was given to prepare for extraction and everyone began to sanitise and pack their kit ready to leave. The heavy lifter was due to arrive on the following day so there was a huge amount of activity in the lead up to meet it. Over-night the troops were reduced to minimum kit with sleeping bags to sleep in and even then, they had little time to sleep as a result of all the preparations. The following morning the mounting sheet was drawn up and everyone was divided into packets for efficient embarkation before having their documentation checked and being quarantined for departure.

The heavy lifter arrived shortly after midday and was escorted, as before, by a pair of gunships. Once the heavy lifter had landed and the ramps were lowered the gunships circled for a while before landing as well. Not long after this, the load masters made a bee-line for the detachment commanders and began the process of extraction.

“ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!” said a calm voice through the public address system as a constant tone from a siren fired up. Everyone dashed to their vehicles as the first missile struck the rear of the heavy lifter; taking out half of the main ramp and causing the craft to topple to one side as the rear, left undercarriage collapsed. More missiles rushed in and peppered the area around the gunships; destroying one and crippling the other. By now Amos and the Spears were in their walkers and had crash-started their systems. Amos checked his HUD and saw one of the load masters rolling around on the floor; his body ablaze. Others rushed to his aid but were forced back by the heat.
”Spears, check settlement scanners and locate the enemy, over” said Amos.
“Roger, sir” replied Jack “comms suggest the gate is under attack, over.”
“Roger six” replied Amos “Spears, delta pattern, I’m on point, to the gate, out.”
“Cancel that order, Spear one” said Harry through the comms “this is Hammer one, rendezvous with Hammer at grid alpha two and form defensive pattern, over.”
“Roger Hammer one, out”
“Spears, proceed to alpha two and form defensive perimeter with Hammers, out” said Amos. Amos was not happy about the change of direction but knew that he had to maintain the correct chain of command so did as he was ordered. When the Spears arrived at alpha two, they were met by a fully battle ready platoon with colours flying. Amos noticed that Harry’s tank had the hammer pennant flying with a smaller pennant just below it with a single eye on a red background. He smiled inwardly and watched his walkers on the HUD as they quickly mingled with the platoon.
“Spear one, this is Hammer one, welcome to the party” said Harry “better to Hammer than to scratch! Maintain defensive pattern we will proceed directly to grid charlie one and engage the enemy, out”
Amos smiled and prepared to move.
“Hammer platoon, this is Hammer one, proceed to grid Charlie one and prepare to engage” said Harry “the Father is with us, make him proud, out.”
With a roar of engines, the Sabre tanks all surged forwards with the comms vehicles at the rear and the Spears in amongst their numbers. As they neared their target, they could see that the defending forces were taking a battering but were holding firm. Fortunately, the walls were studded with support platforms and although some of them had been destroyed, the remainder were keeping the enemy armour at arms length. Amos’s HUD was awash with icons as the defending and attacking units flashed up. He maintained formation and felt the ground shake as the Sabres in the lead section of Hammers fired their main guns while the platoon manoeuvred into position. With a shrill whine, the Grymn fighter bombers dashed towards the enemy at breakneck speed; strafing the ground and firing anti-armour rockets into the lines of tanks. Amos watched as return fire struck home and three aircraft were destroyed; one spinning wildly out of control as it impacted a section of enemy troops and killed them all in a devastating inferno.
“So much for treaties” thought Amos.
“Hammers, this is Hammer one, maintain current position and continue to respond within rules of engagement, out” said Harry and Amos knew that it was directed towards the Spears because he could see small pockets of enemy breaking through. Amos swivelled his cab and unleashed a hail of cannon fire into a unit of humans who were assaulting one of the gun positions. He was pleased to see them burst apart so he chose a new target and engaged while paying attention to his HUD in the process. He had been reminded of the importance of observation after his last engagement and didn’t want to repeat the mistake. Amos was just about to choose a new target when a massive explosion shook Firestorm and he had to quickly compensate for the sideways movement that the blast caused.
“Spear one, this is six, four is down” said Jack through the comms “spear three, compensate, over.”
“Spear six, this is three, roger, out” replied Pietre.
Amos quickly checked his HUD and looked at the Spear icons across the bottom of the screen. Four was at amber and was flashing. He clicked the info page and four’s system screen flashed up and immediately, Amos knew the walker was useless; both guns were gone, hydraulics had failed and the walker was on its side.
“Spear four, this is Spear one, what is your status over?” said Amos but there was no reply so he repeated the question. There was silence.
“Damn!” thought Amos and he desperately wanted to investigate but knew he couldn’t because he had a job to do. He dearly hoped that Kyra was alright.
“Spear one, the sergeant is okay, we’ve pulled her from the walker” said a voice through the comms.
“This is spear one, who is this, where is your comms discipline, over?” replied Amos.
“Spear one, this is sierra delta one five. Pilot extracted from downed walker and sent to medical area, over” said the comms.
“Sierra delta one five, message understood. Maintain comms discipline and thanks, out” replied Amos. Sierra delta one five was the call sign for one of the local defence platoons so Amos wasn’t too surprised at the lack of comms discipline… they didn’t tend to get a lot of practice. He was glad that they had reacted so swiftly though and was relieved that Kyra was safely away to the medics.
“This is sierra delta control to all units” said the comms “We are now using card beta rules of engagement. We are at war with the humans. I say again we are now using card beta rules of engagement. We are at war with the humans, out.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed we were at war” thought Amos sarcastically.
“All Hammers, this is Hammer one, maintain fire discipline and defensive formation, out” said Harry. He obviously realised that the change of engagement rules might get a trigger happy response and he wanted to make sure all shots counted.
Amos monitored his HUD and noticed that the enemy armour at the gate had thinned but other areas around the settlement were still under heavy assault.
“Hammer one, this is Spear one, monitor enemy armour density and respond over” said Amos. He was hoping to get the nod to seek and destroy.
“Spear one, noted, out” replied Harry.
Amos was itching to go on the offensive and it was only when one of the Hammers was destroyed by a direct hit that he snapped out of it and levelled his head.

The guns of the Hammers continued their relentless barrage and the ground continued to rumble as a result of the constant bass generated by the explosive energy in the Sabres’ gun chambers. The Spears were doing their bit too and were monitoring the enemy troop activity to ensure that none got close to the armour. As usual, Jack was like a Falcon; spotting everything and destroying the threats with consummate precision. Amos noticed on his HUD that the armour threat at the main gate had been eradicated and was about to send a message to Harry when the comms burst into life again.
“Hammer platoon, this is Hammer one, prepare to move on my order, out” said Harry.
“About time” thought Amos.
“Hammer platoon, move out by numbers; standard pattern. Spears maintain close support” said Harry “Keep tight and watch your fire-arcs, out.”
“Spears, patrol pattern sierra two. Good luck, out” said Amos and Hammer platoon moved forward and out of the settlement.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #15 on: February 16, 2013, 06:25:06 PM »
With this engagement in mind, what additional equipment or weapons options do the walkers need?
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #16 on: February 16, 2013, 06:25:51 PM »
(Very nice writing, btw. I hadn't checked down here in ages for some reason, sorry  :oops: )
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #17 on: February 16, 2013, 07:18:45 PM »
Smoke dischargers, rocket pods (like the ones on a Harrier) for the shoulders and maybe a four missile box (for anti aircraft work). The main guns are pretty much perfect. As an alternative, you REALLY need to make some arms for them. If you make them more functional (like the power loader - but with smaller 'hands') they could be civilian-ised, used for assault or used for logistics.

I'll say it again... you NEED to make arms for the walkers :)
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #18 on: February 17, 2013, 03:52:52 PM »
Yeah, Dameon has been on at me about more options for the walker since October.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #19 on: February 17, 2013, 07:26:39 PM »
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #20 on: February 17, 2013, 07:44:37 PM »
Wheels.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #21 on: February 17, 2013, 08:09:03 PM »
No....

Arms.

Don't you see it? It all starter with power-loaders, as the one seen here. It was just a matter of time that someone thought of using those to carry the heaviest weapons. From that, extra armour was added. And voila, that's how mechs were created! Just an evolution of an industrial design.
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Re: Firestorm.
« Reply #22 on: February 17, 2013, 08:19:09 PM »
No.

For lots of real world physics, engineering, economics, and practical reasons. NO.

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