POST V
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
Halketh
Jiosha Relawny
Rika Hiro
Don Belkora
Arten Jinn
Sol Stazi
ENEMIES (TSE): Marimax Mortui
SF-3335
Eira Dwynwen
The Amalgam
Darth Daiara
CALLSIGN: BLUE-HEART ALPHA
Custom Blaster-Pistol | Basket-Hilted Vibrosword Claymore
A QUICK MEETING
As the battle raged on around them, Willan Tal's Fighting-First were pushing their perimeter outwards together with Nima Appw'rii's Red Riders, and the Lord-Commander and Major Barran approached each other as if they'd spotted each other on an afternoon stroll through the countryside. Shockwaves, stray blaster-lasers and shrapnel were sending friend and foe alike to the afterlife all around their position, and all the Galidraani high-command could care about was exchanging pleasantries and discussing the reason for Lord Erskine's unexpected (though timely) visit; and those from G-Company still assigned to defence duties, like the others, would be joining the counter-attack until news of the enemy vanguard's retreat trickled along the allied defensive-line.
Continuing with the trend of aristocratic levity, General Tal threw up a sniggering salute to Major Barran, exclaiming over the clamour,
'I'm glad you're optimistic about the situation, my dear fellow.', with all the confidence of a suchlike leader of Lord Willan's calibre. When their grips met in a formal handshake, Tal then proceeded to pat Barran on the back with encouragement, nodding emphatically before continuing,
'Take as much as you can, we're all in the same boat Major Barran. Bring these karking walkers toppling down!'. It was a verdict the Lord-Major had not quite expected, though one that Erskine was inwardly hoping for, and to a degree that he almost prayed under-breath for the Lord-Commander's assent and personal-blessing just minutes before making contact; seeing that he we was right not to pray for the Brigadier-General's generosity, Erskine relented on himself as Lord Willan took a moment to properly frame the conclusion of his response.
Tal turned behind him, looking in the general direction of the foxhole he'd climbed out from, but Barran couldn't get a read on what the Brigadier-General was thinking as he looked back to the woman in command of the allied Red Riders legion, still shooting at targets near-and-distant whilst under fire. However, the blank-faced glance didn't last long after Lord Willan said,
'If you and your boys are up for the challenge, we're going straight for their base and we're taking it before evening dawns upon us.', suddenly turning back to Erskine for his response; and in that moment, (much like his Blue-Heart Major) looking very unsure of what answer to expect. Whether this was the result of the curse of the unorthodox or the tactician, neither the Major nor the Brigadier-General had the ability to know for sure, but both knew that the random nature of war, and all it's contingencies, had a greater part to play every time.
'A proper morale-boost for both Battalions, Milord? Of course I'd say yes, unless an unexpected change of plans draws our contingents apart again, but I genuinely can't foresee anything of the sort yet. Even if it's just G-Company and myself who split off from our majority, it's a safe bet to assume most of the Blue-Hearts will push southwards with the Fighting-First either way.'
CHANGING PLANS
<"All personnel inside the building, head out immediately. Regroup outside and rendezvous at the secondary HQ until this...threat has been dealt with.">
'Whose voice was that, Milord?'
With the fully-loaded APCs ready and refuelled for the next phase of the battle, the Lord-Major's column of smaller-turret vehicles were vectoring towards the frontlines when the voice of Lord Dooku rang out over one of the local-channels, picked up by Corporal Baird in his search for information on Loros Kalaric and Leftenant Moran's location. Erskine did not recognise the voice, but the Guard-Corporal had triangulated it to the NIO's primary command-post for the objective, leading Barran to study the holographic layout of the friendly battle-lines on his own monitor. Seeing a depleted presence stationed there at the most-recent reading, Barran enhanced the hologram around the command-post itself, drawing closer to the blips in and around the redoubt to see if there were any unit-tags (or commander callsigns) of note that he recognised.
'By the looks of it, Lord Dooku's.', Major Barran finally replied, recognising the callsigns tagged on both Lord Lucien's and his Myrmidons' holographic blips, accidentally bringing up a short series of flashbacks from Bastion and the roster called in to defend it from the Sith Empire. Looking around the projection for the command-post again, then counting the blips for the 173rd's leader-callsigns, the Lord-Major's concerns had been confirmed; before long, Barran had found that the fighting numbers of Dooku's Myrmidons had been drastically depleted, giving rise to the reason for their being deployed with a reserve-force role in the operation.
'Yer no planning on doubling back, Are you? We only just loaded up t'take down the Sith-Imperials' Advanced Walker-'
'-And we're still takin' it down, Baird.', the Lord-Major snapped back, interrupting his Guard-Corporal to stop him from rambling on with indignance. A new plan was formulating in Erskine's mind, and he didn't want to be dragged off-track by a guardsman who ought to have known better than to doubt his battalion-commander in such moments. Looking back to Baird, Major Barran relented slightly, understanding his subordinate's ceaseless will to prove himself in the crucible, as so many others in Blue-Heart Battalion did just as intensely. Whilst beginning to reload his baster-pistol, Erskine looked warily to the highly-thicketed treeline ahead and informatively grumbled,
'It just means that the tanks we have wae us will be joining the others wae Kalaric to push on the ORCC, without us. An' when that moment comes, all we'll need is G-Company, the APCs an' eyes-peeled for that. But first - We have allies in the south to help out, an' that advanced walker to destroy. Still game for it?'
'Yes, Milord.'
BARRAN, KALARIC & SLOANE: PART I
<"Sloane to Major Barran. I've got eyes on an Advanced Walker -- I'm taking it -- now!">
Absolute madman, fair play ti ye! Helping me out twice in one day, eh? Seems the Blue-Hearts owe this man a wishkey or twelve....
Moving in on the giant Sith-Imperial vanguard's retreat, all the support-purpose Cataphracts (given tactical leeway by the enemy vanguard's retreat) were loaded out completely with carbonite ammunition, and the small contingent of tanks, APCs, ACVs and walkers were drawing nearer to the sound of motorbike-engines, blaster-fire exchanges and the sonic thud of explosives when the Sith-Imperials' advanced walker was spotted lumbering along the back of the nearest bushy thickets. Sloan's contingent were seen bursting into view soon after, with their bid to overpower the Sith Empire's latest engineering marvel proving wildly difficult to withstand, even though conceivable measure was being implemented to disperse them for the breathing-space it's pilot so-desperately needed.
Whether the smoke bombs were deployed by the enemy-vanguard's commander or Sloane's squad, none could tell, but it was seemingly working to the benefit of both conflicting elements, as Sloane's units could slip out of view whilst the Advanced Walker could regain it's footing with ease; an inconclusive, time-buying maneuver that would be a safer bet for observers to assume was implemented by both walker and bike-squadron alike, and probably at the same time to boot. A furious fight, with hostilities yet proving still to sway in the Sith-Imperial's favour, but Lord Erskine correctly assumed Sloane would've been quite the balancing factor if his unit had been fully-staffed for the occasion.
<"Sloane! We're closing in, hold on! ETA-"
Nicely done, Kalaric. Your heavy-hitting turrets are exactly what we need for this to work.
<"-Five Minutes! Max!">
Oh, kark! Ah hope he can shave a minute or two aff that ETA, we could be doing with some punctuality. Especially now!
'Barran to Sloane! I've got eyes on you and the Advanced Walker, approaching to surround the walker's position from the north! All we need are Kalaric's walkers and we're as good as golden; so bait that thing westward, and we'll do the rest as they expose their side to us. Good luck, Sloane! Blue-Heart Alpha out!'
As the tank-crews set to work in surrounding the Advanced Walker's position, their drivers would have the auditory hustle-and-bustle of the turret-duos behind them to deal with, as they spread out from east to west and curled the line into a near-horseshoe formation; wrapping the entire support-tank roster of seven cataphracts around the form-obscuring treeline, as Sloane's contingent sped and darted around the Sith-Imperials' latest walker-production, every crew and guard-platoon watched on as the delayed action of Sloane's weaponized motorbike-squadron eventually set to implementing Barran's idea with desperate urgency. However, when they'd driven in to fire on the walker for another barrage, they'd driven past the Sith-Imperial to escape behind it in the smoke residues; an action that troubled some of the Blue-Heart observers, though the rest remained unperturbed and ordered the turrets to aim for the walker's legs, rightly disregarding drama for the sake of the task at hand.
'Either he's getting out the karking way, retreating or genuinely leavin' that 'hing ti us. There's obviously mare t'consider in this op than just a bunch o' Blue-Heart tankers, granted; but that walker needs to be taken down, one way or another.... ALL UNITS - OPEN FIRE!!!'
Unleashing the carbonite supply down the smoothbore barrels of their turrets, the Blue-Hearts would begin their attempt to make the Sith-Imperials steely legs more brittle than old, rusty iron floortacks. Though their task seemed much too monumental to endeavour on their own, Loros Kalaric would be quick in vectoring to the hostilities, bursting through the treeline as the Carbonite started to effect the walking cadence of the Advanced Walker's legs; much to the 2nd Battalion's collective relief, who were all adjusting their angles (with some conscientiously lowering their rates-of-fire also) to accommodate and cover the timely arrival of the Rishii's walkers, and to set the frost-covered stage for Kalaric's impending wall of anti-tank firepower.
'KEEP AIMING FOR IT'S LOWER-LEGS!!!! KALARIC KNOWS WHAT HE MUST DO, SO KEEP FIRING FOR ALL YOU'RE WORTH!!!!'