POST II
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
Arten Jinn
Jiosha Relawny
Rika Hiro
Don Belkora
Sol Stazi
ENEMIES (TSE): Marimax Mortui
SF-3335
Eira Dwynwen
CALLSIGN: BLUE-HEART ALPHA
Custom Blaster-Pistol | Basket-Hilted Vibrosword Claymore
SOUTHBOUND I
<"Myles to Blue-Heart Bravo! Long-distance periscopes have spotted multiple enemy tanks an' walkers two miles west of our current position, bearing north with no clue where we are.">
'They're marchin' on nobody in particular, nobody stretching out that far from us or Tal's contingent, CC One. Halt an' wait 'til their out o' sight, then signal troop-movements before ye advance again. Blue-Heart Bravo out!'
<"All units - halt! Hold positions and switch off your engines, stand by for further orders. CC One out!">
Drawing ever-nearer to the base's perimeter, word had been sent through comms that some of the gates had open from within, and that the Sith Empire's forces were (in part) sallying out to meet the NIO's advance with attempted counterattacks. As admirable as Erskine thought the effort was, he knew their efforts were ultimately in vain, and a waste in all ways but one; the only good that could come of their defeat, the only silver-lining to their impending annihilation was the fact that each destroyed Sith contingent brought the NIO closer to winning the war. Resources (as is known for war-time standards) were finite in the Sith Empire, though not anywhere near as exhaustible as the sentient lifeforms who ruled or bled for for such a cause in it's long and storied history, and it just so happened that Erskine's superiors had no qualms with the,"Death by a thousand cuts", strategy's implementation for such a behemoth of an empire.
Just the way it is, a sure-fire method for smaller factions to chop their enemies doun t'size. Textbook, really....
'Any particular reason we're pushing on, Milord? Bigger fish to fry?'
'Suhin' like that, Shugg.', the Lord-Major answered, appearing to agree though his facial-expression had revealed his mind was still nit-picking. Getting a wordless screw-faced response from his adjutant that usually warranted further elaboration, (forcing Erskine to realize how vague he was being with Shugg in that instance) Major Barran sighed with begrudging obligation before continuing,
'Well somebody needs to punch through to the redoubts at the main eastern gate, so it might as well be us who draw the defenders' blaster-fire away from our allies. Ah'm thinking the enemy column could end up walking right past our Lord-Commander, just like they have wae us, but we'll need to continue on; regardless of the circumstances, regardless of the possibilities.'
'Aye, Milord. We've fought through worse on our own after all.... "For each time ye prevail - learned become thee. For every earned respite to ponder-'
'-Is an epiphone - earned for the victorious and the free.", that's the second time you've recited Thrast's poetry in battle, though that recitation just there was a damned sight more hopeful than the first. No bad, Shugg.', the Lord-Major interjected, knowing the passage every part as well as his Commoner-Captain. Erskine was glad his adjutant-officer was beginning to show promising signs of recovering from the madness of Bastion, though the circumstances were not set in stone just yet, so any encouragements he had for Shugg would be imparted at every possible opportunity for the foreseeable future. Shugg knew he'd be needed in the following months, just as he knew Barran would be needed just as much by the rest of the Battalion; bonds forged in the crucible of war itself, friendships strengthened by the adversities that beset them when they were still just a company of Blue-Heart mercenaries.
SOUTHBOUND II
All the trees nearby were creaking and swaying in the wind as the 2nd Battalion waited for Myles to patch through again, though it would take a minute or so for Myles and Moran's scopes to confirm the entire enemy column had passed them by without noticing, but when Myles finally ordered the column to move again, the unfortunate sound of garbled radio-chatter confirmed that the native forest was playing it's part in the NIO's diminished comms-signals. With no discernible calls for aid to hear or understand, Barran had no choice but to trust in the abilities of his colleagues, the positive implications of the lull in combat, and the plan he'd originally intended to see through to it's completion; locked in with the cards he'd been dealt by Lady Luck, primed to advance on the Sith's defensive-line, and poised to reduce a large portion of it's fortified east-face to rubble.
<"Enemy column's moved on, Shugg. All vehicles - advance. CC One out!">
'An' we're back on track again, southbound ti the ORCC base as planned. Should we send out the riflemen to scout ahead for us, Milord?'
Leaning forward in his seat, greatly enthused by the idea of having the infantry elements of the Blue-Hearts screening their southward approach, Major Barran couldn't help but let a little smirk go unchecked as he replied,
'Good idea, but I believe we should let the riflemen choose their own squad leaders this time.', in a matter-of-fact tone that told his captain he wouldn't be budging on the matter. When Shugg reached to his comms-device and patched through to the infantry's only radio-operator, Erskine took this as a relenting-gesture and leaned back into his seat, returning to silently planning his next steps as everyone else in the Lord-Major's ACV busied themselves around him.
'Shugg to I-Radio One! Ready up both the 1st and 3rd platoons, you're scouting ahead o' the column again. An' pick yer own squad-leaders before yees head out.'
<"Copy that, Blue-Heart Bravo. Regular comms-contact from here on in, we won't let you down. Stand by for Sit-Reps, sir. I-Radio out!">
SOUTHBOUND III
After receiving a slew of short, uneventful situation-reports from their scouting parties, Lord Erskine found it all to be too calmly to be true. Not often did Barran get that feeling in the pit of his stomach, but whenever gut-rot's lesser-known cousin made it's presence known, the Lord-Major had learned to follow his instinct and let his gut steer him away from unnecessary strife every time; though Erskine had let instinct steer him safe many times, he would be the first to admit he learned this the hard way, with Barran often revealing that ignoring this instincts was what made it so easy for his rivals on Galidraan to catch and imprison him. That same twisting feeling in his stomach was making it's presence felt in that moment, and Erskine was taking no chances this time, slapping Shugg on the shoulder as he grumbled,
'Order all our units to rally on our ACV, suhin's well iffy about aw o' this.... An' we don't want our scouts anywhere near the ORCC base yet either, aht's jumpin' the gun.'
'All units, rally on ACV One's position! I repeat - all units, rally on ACV One's position!'
All the Four-legged and two legged walkers lagging behind the Lord-Major's position would just come to a standstill nearby, and with all the tanks and soldiers that had shot off ahead tricking through from the clearing's southern treeline, no advance would be ordered until the gut-feeling passed on to comfort again; Barran was already beginning to raise the eyebrows of his subordinates, but Shugg remained unperturbed by Lord-Major's irregular behaviour, as the veteran-captain understood the implications like he'd been reading them in Galactic-basic phonetics. Looking westward through his optics again, Erskine almost expected there to be a second wave, or an elaborate flanking maneuvre from those they'd only just seen making for Tal's (what was assumed to be) static battle-line, bringing the Lord-Major to believe that the ORCC's defenders were just as disarrayed as the wolves at their gates were in that moment.