So, have been an Iron Blooded Orphans binge again and this came up, using my 'Venus IOST' idea...
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Mars, Chryse Province
Chryse Guard Security Headquarters
January 4th, PD 323
"So... what's the sitrep at home Field Marshal?" asked Major General Samuel 'Spectre' Roberts as he sat in his
command APC. The Terran Republic had sent what few SpecOps units they could spare alongside quite a few of the few remaining mercenary groups within the Terran Republic to get a 'lay of the land' as it were, and Major Roberts -the leader of
Spectre's Roughnecks- had picked up a contract with Chryse Guard Security to train it's first and second groups on the 'new' -if 'new' is made up of equipment that even don't get the designation of Cat
D equipment in the Terran military- equipment ranging from
M6A8 Crusader II MBTs and
M336 APCs -and it's many variants- to
CSAV 305mm ATGM (using a two-stage guidance package using Quantum Radar -the only thing
not a laser disrupted by Ahab Waves- for it's initial run and a electro-optical seeker for the terminal phase) and
SAVAW-5 recoilless rifles... among other things. What CGS -and pretty much everyone else- didn't know is that
Spectre's Roughnecks is a WhiteOps division; it's ground complement includes two mixed artillery brigades, two armored infantry brigades, a cyber brigade, and a VTOL assault brigade and in space it has one
Astrid class light cruiser and four
Broadsword class corvettes with full complement of dropships, strikecraft (including
SF-04 Falken strike fighters and SB-03 Tempest strike bombers), and shuttles... at least for this 'gig'.
"Tense," Field Marshal Gabriel von Brown sighed over the Q-Radio,
"Gjallarhorn has been trying to strong-arm the Republic, the Old Families are getting collective flashbacks to the Dark Century, and we've already had a few skirmishes between Gjallarhorn and Republic units on Earth. It's becoming a horrible mess right now and with the massive surge in pro-independence feelings on Mars..."
"Gjallarhorn is going to be even
worse of a prick, trying to keep a collapsing order from completely falling apart," Samuel sighed, "This is a fucking mess ain't it?"
"Better than the entire clusterfuck of a Cold War that is happening back home, that's for sure," Gabriel said dreary eyed, and before he was interrupted.
"General, we've got three Ahab Wave-forms on scope!" said a sensor technician, "Massive artillery barrage incoming!"
The ground reverberated as rockets landed around the facility.
"All hands on deck!" Samuel ordered, "Full combat alert! Get those calliopes online and firing ASAP! ... and someone take out that artillery!" Soon enough 40mm pulse lasers started lighting up the night sky, eliminating the MLRS barrage that the unknowns had unleashed. The command table showed that the few QR units were already heading out into battle while the patrols were regrouping for a multi-pronged assault on the enemy force.
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"Attention all hands, attention all hands, this is not a drill. Repeat: this is not a drill."
For Lieutenant Alexander Sanders, this was the inevitable part. Take a strong stance on something and eventually someone will try to break you down. Build something great and someone would want to tear it down. Evolution on an ideal or nation/mega-state level. To survive, you'll need every weapon, every enhancement, every trick of the book you can get your hands on. Sanders started up the Cyber as radio chatter of the chaos around them ran in the background.
"Looks like they're using MRAR launchers. Pitiful warheads, barely enough to cause explosive shocks."
"Counter-battery inbound... multiple secondary explosions, looks like we got some of them."
"We're getting slaughtered out here!"
"Where is First Group!?!"
Sanders frowned as he started the power up sequence. The Third Group's commander is likely still suiting up and given that the 2IC isn't even out here yet... likely it's all on autopilot at this point. "This is Lieutenant Sanders, until Third Group commander or his 2IC is on the field, I'm taking command. I'm ordering you to get into defensive positions and prepare for an assault," Sanders commanded as his Cyber exited the building, "Roughneck Actual, this is Blue Dog 6, I need a situation report."
"This is Roughneck Actual, situation as follows: Gjallarhorn attacking CGS HQ. Most probable objectives are full-out extermination of CGS and the assassination of Package Lady Revolution. Prepare for counterattack. Combat broadcasting indicates that they will deploy mobile suits if their conventional forces falter."
Sanders's frown deepened as he heard that information. That sort of thing isn't Gjallarhorn's thing for the most part. Probably some idiot that wants to be sure to get a promotion or something, but even then the moment any inspectors come in they will get fucked over. Most of the rank and file alongside a good chunk of their officer corps aren't the sort to simply exterminate entire populations outside of extreme necessity... so it only left the small grouping of very powerful officers and rank and file, so who out of Gjallarhorn's most corrupt has the most motive for this sort of extermination?
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Right now that's for the intelligence boys to find out," Sanders thought to himself as he got to the battlefield, "
What I need to do now is support these poor cannon fodder until the counterattack happens."
"I need operational status of all available teams on the field," Sanders started but got interrupted.
"This is Orga to all units, my team is on the field," Orga said over the command channel as he started to give orders. Soon enough the few tanks in Third Group's arsenal started rolling across the battlefield, obliterating the Gjallarhorn mobile workers with ease as their 120mm coilguns picked them off at range. The few
ATGM carriers that were available started firing their magazines, turning more of the tank-like mobile workers into scrap metal...