"The Steward of Imperium"
POST X
THE_CLAYMORE
1st GALIDRAANI ARMOURED-VOLUNTEER BRIGADE
2nd BATTALION,"THE BLUE-HEARTS"
OBJECTIVE 1: Generis Base | ORCC
ALLIES (NIO/GA): Rurik Fel Djorn Bline Willan Tal Lucien Dooku
Konrad Bolter Jax Sloane Loros Kalaric Nima Appw'rii Kelig Ward Halketh
Jiosha Relawny Rika Hiro Don Belkora Arten Jinn Ravraa Vyshraal Noel Strasza Sol Stazi
ENEMIES (TSE): Eira Dwynwen The Amalgam Darth Daiara Eleena Salwa
CALLSIGN: BLUE-HEART ALPHA
Custom Blaster-Pistol | Basket-Hilted Vibrosword Claymore
THREE WAVES OF NEW IMPERIAL FURY - SECOND WAVE II
<"Edmonds to Blue-Heart Alpha! Aye, Milord. They're thinkin' they're slick by hiding their wrecked ordnance behind the bushes, literally brushing their losses under the rug like it won't stink in a few hours-">
Continuing on from their first salvos, the Cataphracts and APCs were reporting what they'd been seeing to the Lord-Major when their signal was interrupted by a holographic message from Lord Lucien's exalted military-commander, leaving no room for Barran to offer any reply. Whether his colleagues considered such breaches in protocol to be rude or not, Lord Erskine cared very little, as similarly-unprompted communications had previously turned the tide of battle in the Blue-Hearts' (and for those in the frontlines looking for a means to counteract the Sith-Imperial vanguard) favour just a few hours beforehand; Sloane's lucky laser-guided warning through comms had done more than aid the units on the ground, but the message itself had kicked the Blue-Hearts into their first actions of the operation.
<"Lord Barran. This is Captain Dante Corvus, First Captain of the Myrmidons. My Lord has dispatched us to assist you in...cleaning up your mess. We'll do our part-">
Barran hadn't known whether the message had trailed off briefly for combat, or if the Myrmidons' greatest scion was pausing for effect, but the Lord-Major knew for a fact where the message was headed, and knew that Dante Corvus would care little for whatever part he'd assumed the Blue-Hearts were playing in the operation; such juggernauts were usually one-track minded, and Lord Erskine knew that such an archetype would have little patience for allied-incompetence of any sort. The Lord-Major had met similar officers in his past, though most were remembered from his years of fighting proxy-wars in the galactic outer-rim, and every last one of them was (in some small part to varying degrees of severity) infamous for exacting bloody justice on those who blundered in their presence.
<"But we expect you to do yours.">
What others expect, Blue-Hearts exceed. You'll find no,"Mess" here, Captain....
'Interesting fellow t'say the least... So they were splitting up then, explains a lot actually; saves us the worry o' doubling back for Lord Lucien for a while, and it would seem the Warlord o' Nirauan's still got playing-pieces up his sleeve, especially with the numbers that Dooku's supposed to have at his disposal. Well, now that's been cleared up, idea time - second and third waves continue on as normal, we drop behind to let Sloane annihilate anything trying t'get the drop on these Myrmidons. They can spurn oor help aw they want, but we can still coordinate a successful action and have some fun at the same time. If we get close enough, fix bayonets just in case; yer Lord-Major's maybe gawnty get some vibrosword action in, but only if yees can get me near enough without detection. Manageable, or....?'
THREE WAVES OF NEW IMPERIAL FURY - SECOND WAVE III
'CATAPHRACT-CREWS - APC-CREWS!!!! ADVANCE!!!!'
Allowing the reloaded-tanks (preloaded to shoot at the first mechanised unit each Cataphract was expected to make hostile contact with) and APCs to push forward in the second-wave's main charge, Lord Erskine would be fortunate that all within the ACV were happy to split off from the second wave, though only so far as they could remain within sight of Kalaric's walkers. This would still prove to be workable, as the Myrmidons were made out in the long-distance optics to the south-by-southeast bearing, made all the easier to track by the extensive bloody trail the First-Captain's men had left in their wake already. Approaching from the north-by-northwest bearing would be easy for ACV One, though the Lord-Major would still insist on leaving the left slide-door open; firstly, to make it easier for Erskine to jump out without making a noisy mess of it, and secondly, to provide another clean arc of fire in the event Sloane's well-protected back was turned to the threat at the time.
<"APC Four to Blue-Heart Alpha! Current unit-total: two enemy personnel-carriers, and all their passengers are confirmed-as-down on our end. Also, we recommend Sloane's speeder-bikes pull back to bolster the third-and-final wave. Sit-reps to follow, Milord!">
<"C-C Six to Blue-Heart Alpha! Current unit-total is one half-fortified F.O.B, and six hostile-smoothbores confirmed-down, Milord. Also agreeing wae APC Four's recommendation, but ah've also got an idea! They're causin' mayhem enough t'keep us in this fight, naebody's denyin' that, but our line can haud-oaf these Sith-Imperial bams beyond a possible mid-way screen. Honestly, Milord; between the second and third waves, we've got plenty room t'soften them up by loadin' up on the volume of oor attacks, an' plenty is puttin' it lightly!">
Moving back from his seat by the opened slide-door, Barran briefly holstered his blaster-pistol and moved to the back of the ACV to run Edmonds' idea by commander Sloane; knowing the comms channels differed, and that Jax would naturally be listening in to the reports of his subordinates, Erskine partly-understood the sort of coordination needed to make such a contingent so effective in combat. The weaponized aspect of the speeder-bike squadron mattered little in comparison, especially when the reported-and-observed intuition of these riders far-outmatched the efficient results of the speeders' many tactical modifications. To top it all off, the adrenaline-junkie nature of Sloane's subordinates made them far more courageous than the average galactic-soldier archetype, making them quite a fearsome raiding force to see in action; but the Lord-Major was in no mood to step on anyone's toes, and especially not those of the man who'd twice turned the tide of battle in one day already.
'Mechanised second-wave units believe your speeder-bike units have done enough for them to handle this next part without training-wheels. So, what do you think about punching a hole through their lines for G-Company and Kalaric's walkers instead? Wide enough for us to implement divide-and-conquer tactics, perhaps? My tone requests only because we know what your men have done for us already, and we wouldn't want you doing anything you feel would be taking too much of the collective-workload.'
Looking to see further down the road, in the hopes he could see the ground between the treeline and the Shadow Dome itself, Sloane would call out,'I'll create a breach!', as the main battlefield opened up in front of them. Little by little, the flaming husks of enemy vehicles and the white smudges of dead Sith-Imperials lying too distant for the speeder-bike commander's eyes to get clean visual on the manner of their death. A blessing for certain, though the confirmation would have helped in identifying the difference in 74-Z and Cataphract kills, and the difference in those of the APCs', the ACV's and Myrmidon infantry's orchestration; but Konrad Bolter's time was rapidly running out, and time to stare off in the distance was a limited luxury of which Jax had very little, so everyone would return to their roles within the ACV and continue their hunt as the third wave approached ever closer to the same treeline's edge they were only just beginning to cross beyond.
THREE WAVES OF NEW IMPERIAL FURY - THIRD WAVE I
ACV One had edged it's way closer to the Shadow Dome, though Dante's squad had briefly made it's way into the burning scrapyard and out of sight, so Barran's rag-tag crew drove in further and ended up picking off many of those Sith-Imperial survivors who took too long to scurry away from their hiding-spots; everyone in the three-wave attack on the Amalgam were fully aware of the NIO's no-POWs policy, so no quarter would be afforded a single survivor of the Myrmidons' seemingly-unassailable assault on the dome's defenders, and all attempts made to surrender to Barran's crew would be met with abrupt executions with equalling apathy. To know that Sloane had no verbal challenges or misgivings (with no discernible moralising-complaints hiding behind his gaze either) about such matters came as a great relief to the makeshift ACV-crew down below, as everyone beneath, flexible though all their personalities were, knew all too well that adherence to the NIO's combat-policies would keep them from falling out of favour with the New-Imperial court.
'Hear that, lads? That sounds like the reason for moving some o' their wrecked smoothbores, they were making roads an' approaches on our positions from the offset. No bad for a Sith-Imperial..... A bit late noo, though.'
The usual thuds and bursts of hostilities between the second wave and the Amalgam's infantry and mechanised units had been persisting in the distance since they crossed over the treeline, but such a predictable auditory-soundscape would never last, especially not against enemies like the Amalgam, as the landscape brought the recognisable (though higher-pitched) distant growl of speeders that could not be attributed to the pitch of the 74-Z model speeders' engines. Enemy bike squads were on the horizon, and by the time the first enemy speeders had been peppered by his LMG, Sloane knew in that moment that he needed to act, and act fast if he wanted to prevail in his plan at the perfect moment. Looking back to the approaching walkers in the third wave, Jax turned his gaze back to those below him, shouting down with urgency,'Send 'em in!', when his own comms began to cut-out on him. Much too slow to respond, the Lord-Major's crew in the ACV's interior only managed to turn around and see Sloane climbing back up with Barran's comm-device by the time they notice he'd called out to them, though they'd hear what he'd needed it for from the speaker on the comm-link's receiver's local channel.
<"Go, go, go!">
THREE WAVES OF NEW IMPERIAL FURY - THIRD WAVE II
'Naaaaw, pal... You've scurried up t'the wrong vehicle this time! None o' that,"Mercy", caper to be found here - should've stayed under yer Sith-speeder, ya silly wee sauseege!'
Using thermal-sights by this point, Leftenant-Surgeon Coyle had assumed control of the periscope-optics as Sergeant Malcom drove along at a smooth, sustained pace that was slow enough to warrant an agreeably-creeping pace for all within: though none in the ACV found the pace quite as agreeable as Commander Sloane, handling the LMG (and his squadron's internal-communications) masterfully as they creeped closer to the Myrmidons' advance from behind the combined smoke and humid jungle-mist. Some sly Sith-Imperial units had tried to mount diversionary raids to slow Captain Dante's advance, not that these measly efforts would ever get very far without being noticed by at least one of Corvus's subordinates; but time was still of the essence, and every little help would be needed to punch through the enemy lines and, with luck, to punch a gaping hole in the Amalgam's seemingly-weakened Shadow Dome.
To Sloane and Sergeant Malcom in particular, the situation seemed to be quickly becoming a warfighting drag-race to the Shadow Dome; their two clear contenders for this destructive grand-prize were seen to be Sloane's squadron of 74-Z Model speeder-bikes bearing from the northwest, and Dante Corvus' Myrmidons shooting and slashing their way from the northeast. Having approached from the north-by-northeast, the mixed-bag of professions within ACV One would have the strange fortune of seeing who'd cross the line first, and were able to ascertain Dooku's First-Captain early lead from the time Corvus landed to the time Sloane's timed-order had been given for his entire squadron to advance ahead of Kalaric and Rhone's third wave. And Leftenant Coyle would race against time in learning how to reload the LMG-turret, and for all his efforts and competence in saving lives medically and surgically, Coyle was slower to learn the simple knack than he ever expected himself to be.
'AH DID IT, LAAAAADS!!!!! WEAPONS-FREE!!!!! Fire when ready, Sloane! Policy time!'
<"Gowrie to Blue-Heart Alpha! Bearing north from the southern-treeline, and I'd tell yees t'keep an eye oot for us but there's an increasingly-darkening giant DOME in the karking way! If yer wondering why we're here, main-assault's advancin' just fine without us, so we decided t'break aff the assault an' see whit's taking you lot s'long!">
<"Barran to Blue-Heart Delta! You rotten slowpokes took your sweet time, did ye no? Watch yer fire an' go nuts, fellas! Blue-Heart Alpha out!">
Just as the field-surgeon had figured out how to properly reload an LMG, just as Kalaric and Rhone's third wave had engaged with the Amalgam's defensive-perimeter, just as Shugg had brought the main bulk of the Lord-Major's battalion from the assault on the ORCC's main defensive-line, the timely voice of the Lord-Major rang out on the comm-link's receiver; but if he wasn't in the ACV, where was the Lord-Major? And what was he trying to achieve on his own? The racing speeders and Myrmidons had gotten Barran into one of those moods again, though his real reason for keeping the ACV's slide-door open were kept strictly to himself (with the hinted,"Maybe", thrown in casually) until the moment he jumped out with his Vibrosword drawn, and the only one within the ACV who had no complaints or fears for Erskine's life was none other than Jax Sloane. It seemed the commander and the Lord-Major were of the same unorthodox mind, as Jax's hidden nodding smirk bared a telling sign that he knew Erskine would be running off on his own from the offset.
<"All adjacent units, commence the attack, may the Imperators will be with you and god save Galidraan over,">
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