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SLDF RP 326th BattleMech Division
« on: February 12, 2010, 10:12:14 AM »

Begin series.

I am writing a storyline a bit out of the ordinary here.  I have had this one on the back burner for a while, but I am moving it up to the front and kicking up the fire

It is set during the time of the end of the first Star League.  I am trying to write it from the perspective of a SLDF officer who sees the end of an era, who has to rise to the occasion and become something he thought he never thought he would be.

I hope you enjoy it.



I. A Letter Home

27 July, 2762.

Hi Wendy,

Please forgive my tardiness in sending this letter.   The regiment has finally finished transferring to Chatham.  The 326th BattleMech Division is a great posting for us, they are a regiment short in the 2nd Brigade and we are filling it for the foreseeable future as part of a garrison posting.  Yes, I said a garrison posting!

You and the kids can finally catch up to me and be on the same world for more than just a vacation or a week’s leave!

Chatham is great and has a couple of bases besides Fort Chatham that you can visit and shop.  The locals are not as distrustful of the SLDF as most Dracs are.  They seem to use their brains a little more and actually have free thinking here.  This has been refreshingly different from our other postings throughout the Draconis Combine.  While this is still considered a hardship post because of the increased tensions here, say compared to the Federated Suns or the Lyran Commonwealth, at least our family can be together.  At least the 125th did not get posted the Periphery, not like the 347th Battle Regiment we are replacing.  They got sent to the 19th Army in the Taurian Concordant.  Talk about hardship there eh hon?

Constant protests, constant danger from terrorists, constant pressure, and no family because of the threat level.  

While I still have to stand as the regimental Gunslinger if we get a challenge from one of the local yokel Combine ronin warriors wanting to show up the SLDF, I still do not feel threatened all the time.  At least I can relax when I am off duty, no worrying about the constant noose of death hanging around my neck from the stress.

I guess it is funny that an independent regiment like the 125th Dragoons gets assigned to a garrison bivouac, but you gotta love a large bureaucracy like the SLDF High Command for this little lovely posting.  At least I am, I get my family on the same planet, what more can I ask for?

Anyway, enough of that mushy stuff lover.

The regiment is getting along fine.   We have all our gear here with us, believe that one or not, ha ha.  My company continues to purr along like a 25’ Thorin hover racer.  The attached jump infantry and hovertank platoons are really something to see.  Those Kanga jump tanks are a sight to see running flat-out at a hundred twenty-five kph then jump over a hundred eighty meters sailing over ten foot walls is simply awe-inspiring!  God I love Hegemony technology!

The jump infantry is a good addition to my company of assault mechs too.  They give us a presence on the ground that only they can do.  At least I don’t have to dismount my Banshee and climb all the way down that chain ladder so much anymore in the field.  It’s good too to have them as jump infantry as they can keep up with us Mech jocks on a mobile battlefield.  Lieutenant Peterson is a fine young officer who I think will go high and command her own division someday.  I cannot way the same about the tank commander Lt. Carpenter.  He just always seems to be late, fumbling with something that is the latest tech gadget from his ole science club.  He says he has a buddy that he grew up with that is in the R&D department back on Terra.  I dunno, but he seems to take care of his people and equipment, so I give a passing qualification score on his form thirty-five when I grade him on officer basics, but God help save me from all these olivebars after they get their promotion from sergeant after they prove they have what it takes to be a SLDF officer.  Makes me wonder why I do not just retire from active duty and take a nice cushy cadre gig at some private Mech academy back home on Terra.

Ah, well, this is starting to run long my love.  I will wrap it up as I am in the process in finding us a nice house off base for you and the kids.  There are several neighborhoods that are SLDF-friendly near the base.  Wish me luck bargaining with the local neighborhood leader for a place in his community, lol.  

Anyway, give the kids my love and tell my folks and yours I miss them,
Your husband and lover,
David.
  
 
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II. Station.

Fort Chatham,
Chatham, SLDF Draconis Combine Military District Region 2,
12 August, 2763.

Over a full year had passed since the 125th Dragoon Regiment settled into the routine of garrison and becoming a part of a larger formation, the 326th BattleMech Division.  The posting on Chatham was a welcome relief from the constant movement that normally came with being an independent regiment in the Star League Defense Forces.  The regimental family caravan had caught up with the 125th within three months of planet fall on Chatham.

With the arrival of the families, the regiment’s posting took on an unfamiliar sense of normalcy.  David was marveling at this very thought at the moment as he set at his desk shuffling all the paperwork necessary to keep a five platoon and lance company functioning properly.  Everything from fuel and oil for the jump infantry’s jump packs to blades for the lift fans for the hovertanks to all manner of actuators and such for the Mechs.  

Oi, I do really at times envy the regular line regiments because they have it easy when it comes to maintenance and paperwork, thought David.  

The SLDF had a set system for line regiments versus independent ones.  The line Mech regiments used only one type of Mech for an entire company and sometimes in whole battalions.  It so simplified the ease of ordering spare parts that a warrant officer only had to check the needed parts on a data pad and hit the send button to have parts ordered.  The entire process was done by the SLDF to minimize the burden on the supply chain and to ease repairs because each company had large stockpile that fit any Mech in the unit.  The SLDF took this one step even further with its armor regiments.  In these units, the entire regiment had only one type of tank, be it light or assault, hover or tracked, only one type.

In the independent regiments, the supply chain was the exact opposite.  Each company had a variety of Mechs that covered all the tonnages from light to assault.  The maintenance needs increased exponentially because of the myriad of parts needed to keep the Mechs running and then add in the parts and supplies needed to keep the extra attached units in the independents and you had a potential nightmare for supply officers.  Of course the supply officers in the independent regiments were called miracle workers for their abilities of using whatever they could land their hands on and making it work.  It was just the way the SLDF had its unit's setup.  The independents were made to be able to have minimal supplies and still be functional, albeit at a lower efficiency than if they were part of a regular supply chain as the line regiments were.  On the other hand the line regiments maintained a higher efficiency rating at a more constant level, while becoming very vulnerable to the cutting of the supply chain that gave this very advantage.   The SLDF contained both unit types in order to be able to meet all the challenges that the Star League’s military could be called upon to meet.

Finishing up the paperwork and printing off a copy for the hard copy files kept at the main divisional administrative offices in case of a catastrophic failure of the computer cores, David gathered up the various reports and supply requisition forms and passed them off to his adjutant Corporal Pullo.  Pullo would make the magic happen getting them where they needed to go and making sure that the sent forms were responded to in  timely manner.  Without him, David could not effectively run the company.  

Good thing I kept him the unit after that little matter back on Benjamin during the transfer out here.

That matter had been a near firefight with the local Combine garrison after they were called in to put down a group of protestors that were only asking for a better school to be built for their children as they tolled eighteen hours a day to the greater glory of the Dragon.  Sergeant Pullo had had to be physically removed from his Mech as he had slipped his Black Knight off the company’s Fortress-class dropship and was in the process of bringing his Mech up to full power to protect the civilians from the Draconis troops’ severe crackdown.  That he had to be removed by a squad of jump troopers forcibly but reluctantly was a sad statement on the laws of the Star League.  

We are sworn to protect them all but we cannot interfere in the internal affairs of the member states without order of the First Lord.

After the said matter, Pullo had been demoted to Corporal from Master Sergeant.  David had called in quite a few favors, but it they were worth it because he gotten Pullo as his adjutant with no questions asked.  The thirty days hard labor from the regimental commander Colonel Nuygen had turned out to be pushing the company supply forms with no help from the computerized file resources.  

David had not asked any questions after the Colonel had winked at him at the hearing.  Nobody had seen that wink, but David had fully understood it.  The Colonel had meant to let Pullo off without giving the impression that he was too lenient.  The cut in rank and the thirty days had been enough.  Course, Pullo had enough paper cuts to be awarded the Purple Heart, but instead David has silently, with the Colonel’s approval, awarded Pullo the Hegemony Medal for his actions.  

While the SLDF meant the Hegemony Medal to be given for the non-military actions that SLDF troopers did in relation to the member states that upheld the principles of the Star League,  the action that Pullo had started and nearly enacted had been nothing more that any of the rest of the 125th had felt.  And of course all Pullo had seen was a picture of the medal in his service jacket along with the award certificate, right before it had been classified as sensitive material and stored away at regimental HQ.

Ah the wonders of the monstrous bureaucracy that is the SLDF, David thought to himself humorlessly.

Just the thing to give him an award and then hiding it where no one will really see it.

David hurried along to find his personal vehicle for a ride to the base Post Exchange to buy a birthday gift for his oldest son Davy.  A nice new HO-scale train set, probably something from the Lionel-Interstellar Toy Train Company.  It was a good thing the base PX was built to service a full division plus its families and auxiliaries on planet.  

I guess it is a good and bad thing to say about the paranoia that DC feels about outsiders who have not been grown and mind-melded into automatons.  

That the SLDF was seen as an occupying army instead of protectors and guardians was a bit insulting, but all in a trooper’s life in the Draconis Combine.  Luckily the 326th was a full division and had a huge base complex plus the many training grounds and ranges scattered across Chatham.  The PX had the latest and greatest in Hegemony and Star League fades and fancies.  Just the things needed to remind the troopers and their families of home and heart even in the middle of the somewhat alien Combine.

Glancing at his watch David thought.”If I hurry I can just make the 1700 hours end of day rush.”  
  
 
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III. Orders.

Fort Chatham,
Chatham, SLDF Draconis Combine Military District Region 2,
13 August, 2764.

David was back at his office on time the next morning at 0500 hours Terran Standard Time.  As usual, Pullo was there with the morning’s briefs and reports from the company’s platoon and lance leaders.  Short, concise readiness reports were all David needed and that is what his commanders had been trained by him to give.  Nothing fancy, just the facts about what was happening.  

Five minutes into the daily minutia, Pullo commed David that he was needed at regimental HQ for a briefing.  

“Roger that, thanks Pullo.”  

Quickly closing out his desktop computer and filing the reports in his in-box, David began to get ready for the trip over to regimental headquarters for the 125th Dragoons.

Ten minutes later found David standing in a group of officers that comprised the main leadership of 1st Battalion.  Standing in the group were the battalion commander Major Robert Mosteller, the battalion executive officer Captain Timothy McMahon, Bravo Company commander Captain Savang Moua, Charlie Company commander Captain Suzanne Dean, and David himself, the Alpha Company commander.  They were speculating about why the senior leadership of the regiment had been gathered.  He saw the other two battalion staffs standing in their own groups off to his left in the main briefing hall at the regiment’s HQ.  

The hall itself had the standard rows of chairs with armrests and data pad plug-ins in a semi-circle around a lectern standing in the middle.  Immediate behind the lectern was a wall-mounted screen that covered the entire wall on that side of the briefing hall.  The screen could display in one solid projection or be divided into multiple displays by manipulating a simple light pen screen.  Right now the screen held the table of organization of the 125th.  

David noticed the dropship company and the quartermaster detachment assigned to the regiment were on the screen.  Both were showing signs of an increased state of readiness.  The regimental command group showed full readiness as well.  The three line battalions were in various states of readiness also, none of them below eighty percent, David noted silently with pride.  The independent regiments had an unwritten mission statement to always be ready for whatever may come.  

The hall went silent when the regimental sergeant major came in the room and called, “Attention on deck.”

All personal present snapped to the position of attention as Colonel Juranga Nyugen came into the room and walked to the front of the room before turning and calling, “At ease, take a seat people.”

The hall sounded quiet as the various staffs took their seats in the semi-circle and clicked their data pads as they focused their attention on Nyugen.  

The sergeant major lowered the room lights with a remote and called up the wall screen control queue and made a few adjustments that brought up a host of new screens.

David raised an eyebrow as he read the top row of screens in a brief glance.  The very first was an order from the High Command calling for the 326th BattleMech Division to prepare for movement to the 19th Army’s operational theater, the Taurian Concordant.  

A quick glance around revealed various looks of dread and excitement from the gathered officers.  The older officers had looks were of dread, while the newer, younger officers looked excited.  The older knew the terrorist attacks and the constant protests from civilians was nothing to wish for.  The younger officers were excited because they were thinking they could get some action and make a name for themselves.

Colonel Nyugen allowed the mission orders to sink for a moment more and then spoke again, “The 326th has been chosen to replace the 328th Royal BattleMech Division in XLVI Corps in the 19th Army.  They are due to rotate back to the Hegemony and join the 1st Army for a rest and refit period.  Our tour of duty is due to begin in late December of this year, with our entire division to ship out in thirty days.”

“Our deployment will be for at least a year and maybe longer.  The High Command is suspecting with the rise in attacks from an increasing number of terrorist groups that we maybe in for a long stay if things continue to escalate at the current rate.  We are to begin training in crowd control, urban combat, and general peacekeeping operations in additional to our normal combat role.”

“The 326th has traditionally been concentrated here on Chatham for the defense of Luthien, if the need were ever to arise.  We are not on Luthein itself because of the political crisis it would create having a full BattleMech division on the Kurita capital.  Here on Chatham, we are only one jump away and can be the vanguard of any relief force for the units currently stationed there.  Given the resistance the Combine has shown even our regiment in our time here, you will find the Taurian Concordant even more hostile to our presence many times over.”

“All right then on to our specific orders,” Colonel Nyugen continued.  David, along with every other officer in the briefing hall prepared to make notes on their data pads.  

“We are to commence prep for long distance movement.  All equipment is to be primed for deployments with requests for ordnance and supplies to be sent to the quartermaster no later than the end of this week.  All regimental personal are to have their inoculations and medical records up to date and their legal arrangements finalized and handed in to the medical department within three weeks.”

“All personal are to be given one week’s leave within the next three weeks.  We will be in space for at least three months and will have few chances to ground on planets and stretch our legs.  The rotation of leaves is up to the commanders, but I want at least a third of your people on leave.  It will put a strain on the rest of us, but I feel it important to give our people the chance to relax before they enter into a constant siege mode mentality when we get to the Concordant.”

“I will expect your movement orders and plans to be sent into regimental HQ for approval within the next two days.  And that ends the official part of the program.”

“I expect you all to set the example for your people; we are going into a hostile land with people who do not want us there and have the will to use violence to remove us.”

“All right, I think we are about done here for now,” Nyugen said, nodding to his top sergeant to call the room to attention.

“GROUP, ATTEN-TION!”

Rising to attention with the rest of the gathered officers, David started to think of how he was going to break the news of his soon to be departure once again to his wife Wendy and his family.

At least we have had a year together without me tromping through some god-forsaken jungle on some backwater world of no importance.

With that thought and his orders in hand, David made his way to the entrance of the briefing hall to commence his preparations for movement to the Taurian Concordant.
  
 
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Me too and I can never get enough of good BattleTech things (probably because they are so difficult to find here).
 
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IV. Preparations.

Fort Chatham,
Chatham, SLDF Draconis Combine Military District Region 2,
14 September, 2764.

The past month had pasted at what seemed like light-speed.  The long hours of paperwork, filing, prepping the company, getting the dropship loaded, ordnance and supplies requisitioned, secured, and stowed away, endless drilling in urban combat and crowd control, getting the inoculations (always a thing David hated, needles, enough said), and the rest of the seemingly unlimited amount of details needed to make a reinforced company ready for movement off Chatham.

The hardest part was leaving Wendy and the kids.  It always is, was, and will be.  I never do find a way for everyone not to cry, but at least this time it was not a two week leave and then I am gone again on duty.

The time spent on Chatham by the 125th Dragoons had been some of the best of David’s life.  The everyday routine of home life was something that had made David think about resigning everyday after the first time he had come home from work to be welcomed by the whole family.  A nice little country estate near his home city on Terra on the eastern portion of the North American continent was really tempting at times.  

Of course I can always resume my duties as Duke from my cousin Grant.  I always did hate the limelight and the attention, but you have to do what you have to do as a royal.

The family title of Duke had been in the family for ten generations.  It had been awarded for what the family historical records called a “minor affair.”   The Terran Hegemony records of the same “minor affair” were somewhat different.  They recorded name of the first of David’s forefathers to be awarded the title.  That forefather had been in the famed 30th Mechanized Infantry Division, The Ole Hickory Division, when it was stationed on Lyons in the Lyran Commonwealth in 2408.  

The Terran Hegemony had made a bargain with the Commonwealth to garrison certain worlds in exchange for raw material rights on those planets.  The Draconis Combine had been making a huge push in to the Commonwealth at that time in the Age of War.  The good Colonel and his mechanized infantry regiment had been assigned to guard the flank of the main Terran line when Kurita forces invaded Lyons.  They ended up saving the 3rd Armored Assault Division when the regiment pushed through a brigade of Kurita heavy tanks to relieve the encircled 3rd Division.  Incredibility, his men had come through the vicious fighting that occurred that bloody day virtually intact with only three percent casualties.  

The very next year the 30th Mechanized Infantry Division had been assigned to Terra Firma supporting the 309th Armored Assault Division, the famed Black Chargers, in their bid to push the invading Capellan Confederation troops off planet.  The Colonel had been given a brigade command because of his skills and the way he had led his regiment during the fight on Lyons.  It was with these three regiments he led the charge that broke the main defensive line of the Capellans opposing the HAF’s landing zones, thereby creating the opening for the Black Chargers to ride to glory and virtually overrun the main defensive works and Capellan opposition.  

The good Colonel had called it just another day of duty on both occasions.  The Hegemony Armed Forces High Command and the Director-General Judith Cameron had called it extraordinarily going above and beyond the call of duty.  The resulting avalanche of awards included the Hegemony Medal, The Medal of Valor, induction into the Order of the Sword, promotion to Major General, and inclusion in one of Judith Cameron’s Peers List and the resulting awarding of the title of Duke of Appalachia, the region of North America on Terra that the Colonel was from.  The family history was usually the ignored one as compared to the official Hegemony one.  

But the long story short, as the noble titles slowly became hereditary, instead of being held for only a single generation as originally intended by Director-General Michael Cameron, David’s family had held onto the title.  David was the tenth generation Duke.  Being only thirteen when he became Duke, David had done his duty until he reached the age of seventeen.  He had done a good job with all the advisors and friends of the family helping him rule efficiently.  But, being a young man, David he wanted to explore the world and universe outside the Ducal Palace, so he had applied to the family’s alma mater and its less-well known military officer program.  After being accepted, he let a cousin stand in as regent to rule in his stead.  It was to have been only a temporary stint, but David had turned out to be quite content as an officer in the SLDF.  David had decided to continue his career for the time being and return in a few years to resume the title.  The few years had turned into a decade and more as David had found where he thought he belonged when he had been assigned to the 125th Dragoons.

But those are stray thoughts for rainy days I suppose, David mused to himself.

Looking around at the various stations on the bridge of the Fort Fisher, the Fortress-class dropship he was on, the dropship was battened down for the first in a long series of hyperspace jumps across the Draconis Combine, through the Federated Suns, and then into the Taurian Concordant.  The ship’s Captain was going over last minute details with the engineering officer, while the dropship pilot sat with one hand over the emergency drop collar release if anything should happen to the jumpship they were riding, be it anything from a K-F Drive collapse to enemy attack to radical decompression somewhere in the dropship.  The Petty Officer manning the weapons control console was busying running yet another diagnostics routine in a near-ending series of tests and procedures that kept the Ft.Fisher’s weapons bays ready for action at a moment’s notice.  

And those were just the visible stations from David’s seat on the bridge.  As Commander of Ground Troops Onboard, he was afforded a station on the bridge for coordination with the dropship crew for onloading, unloading, combat drops, and everything in between.  No say in the ship’s running, but a vital link until David had his boys and girls off the ship and on the ground.

Wandering thoughts for these moments of inactivity.

Waiting was the part that David seemed to hate the most, nothing to do but sit in a seat and wait for something to happen.  It was a spacer’s normal mode of operation though, endless boredom separated by moments of sheer terror of crisis and combat.  The normal boredom was what veteran spacers wished for.

Ah well, at least it beats being stuck in my cabin below decks.

Currently the Fort Fisher was attached along its massive spine of the Potemkin-class Troop Cruiser Novosibirsk,  The cruiser was a beehive of activity as the twenty-five dropships attached to it were prepping for the first hyperspace jump towards the Taurian Concordant.  The various signals being to its bridge were a plethora of reports running from readiness reports to a last-minute arrival who were docking at a collar on fifth spinal row of docking collar around the portside.  A similar docking was taking place aboard the Vladivostok, another Potemkin, off the Novosibirsk’s starboard side.  The rest of the 535th Armored Transport Squadron hovered in formation around the two Potemkins.  All of them were ready for the jump.  

The captain strapped himself into his chair and told his comms officer to signal the Novosibirsk’s bridge his ship was ready for jump.  The other dropships docked onboard also signaled they were ready.  When all of them had checked in, the warship’s bridge crew signaled the squadron flagship that they were ready.  A final check on the squadron and the Rear Admiral in charge of the 535th gave the command to jump.

A series of three bells and chimes rang out the hyperjump signal and then the world went into a kind of suspended animation as the troop cruiser jumped the twenty six and three-quarters light years to Corsica Nueva.  The wave of familiar nausea hit David about the same as it always did after a jump.  The minor sinus pressures would recede in a few minutes.  

“All dropships, jump number One complete,” came a report from the Novosibirsk’s bridge.

“Only thirty-three more to go till we reach Sterope,” commented the Fort Fisher’s captain.
  
 
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V. Excerpts I

Appendix K[/u]
Jump movement line

The following is the planned jump line to the 326th BMD’s new posting on Sterope in the Taurian Concordant.  Relevant notes have been included in parenthesis.  Numbers included are star type and estimated hours to recharge K-F drives.  Any additional notes are included denoting notations such as national borders and military region boundary lines.  

Point of Origination: Chatham (Home posting) (XXXV Corps, 15th Army, Army Group Kurita, DCMR D2)
Jump 1 : Corsica Neuva (K2 - 74 hours) to
Jump 2 : Philadelphia (M3 – 78 hours) to
Jump 3 : Havdhem (M5 – 84 hours) to
Jump 4 : Minowa (K3 – 76 hours) to (Cross into 14th Army, DCMR D1)
Jump 5 : Valmeira (A8 – 64 hours) to
Jump 6 : Kopiang Chian (M9 – 92 hours) to
Jump 7 : Irurzun (G4 – 74 hours) (Leave Draconis Combine) to
Jump 8 : Galtor III (F0 – 58 hours) (Independent world – Draconis Combine/Federated Suns border) to
Jump 9 : Tripoli(G0 – 66hours) (enter Federated Suns) (XVI Corps, 2nd Army, Army Group Davion, FSMR D1) to
Jump 10 : Dobson (A9 – 72 hours) to
Jump 11 : Doneval II (B5 – 62 hours) to
Jump 12 : Layover (G3 – 72 hours) to (IX Corps, 2nd Army, Army Group Davion, FSMR D1)
Jump 13 : Corydon (F2 – 60 hours) to
Jump 14 : Batavia (K9 – 88 hours) to
Jump 15 : Markesan (B2 – 50 hours) to (LII Corps, 2nd Army, Army Group Davion, FSMR D1)
Jump 16 : Strawn (A2 – 54 hours) to (LXX Corps, 4th Army, Army Group Davion, FSMR D3)
Jump 17 : Argyle (A8 – 70 hours) to
Jump 18 : Belladona (M3 – 78 hours) to
Jump 19 : El Dorado (K2 – 74 hours) to
Jump 20 : Remagan (B9 – 70 hours) to
Jump 21 : Waxell (F7 - 72 hours) to
Jump 22 : New Damascus (B5 – 60 hours) to
Jump 23 : Grosvenor (F8 – 68 hours) to
Jump 24 : Kaguyak (G1 – 66hours) to
Jump 25 : Alsek (G6 – 78 hours) to (LXII Corps, 4th Army, Army Group Davion, FSMR D3)
Jump 26 : Darwendale (K4 – 78 hours) to
Jump 27 : Marodzi (B3 – 56 hours) to
Jump 28 : Die Moot (G9 – 84 hours) to
Jump 29 : Keuterville (G6 – 78 hours) to
Jump 30 : Lothair (B1 – 52 hours) to
Jump 31 : Hyalite (A4 – 62 hours) (Final preparation for entry into Periphery)(Leave Federated Suns)  
Jump 32 : Amber Grove (A4 – 62 hours) (XLVI Corps, 19th Army, TCMR) (Enter Taurian Concordant) to
Jump 33 : Euschelus (M2 – 74 hours) to  
Jump 34 : Sterope (End point of jump line)(Garrison posting/relief of 328th BattleMech Division).
  
 
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VI. Excerpts II.

Appendix A
Table of Organization & Equipment

326th BattleMech Division

Divisional Headquarters Group

326th Divisional Headquarters Battalion

Divisional Command Lance – 4 BLR-1G Battlemaster
1st Company - 12 LNX-9Q Lynx
2nd Company – 12 CRB-27 Crab
3rd Company – 12 PXH-1 Phoenix Hawk

326th Dropship Battalion

Dropship classes and assignments

1 Overlord-class  (Divisional Headquarters)
1 Dictator Command-class (1st Brigade Command Company)
4 Overlord-class  (225th Heavy Assault Regiment)
1 Triumph-class  (225th Heavy Assault Regiment)
1 Dictator Command -class (392nd Battle Regiment)
3 Dictator-class   (392nd Battle Regiment)
1 Dictator Command-class (393rd Battle Regiment)
3 Dictator-class   (393rd Battle Regiment)
1 Dictator Command-class (2nd Brigade Command Company)
1 Colossus-class (125th Dragoon Regiment)
1 Fortress-class   (125th Dragoon Regiment)
3 Union-class       (125th Dragoon Regiment)
2 Dictator-class    (125th Dragoon Regiment)
1 Titan-class        (125th Dragoon Regiment)
1 Dictator Command-class (1312th Battle Regiment)
3 Dictator-class    (1312th Battle Regiment)
1 Dictator Command-class (454th Striker Regiment)
3 Dictator-class    (454th Striker Regiment)
1 Titan-class         (454th Striker Regiment)
1 Triumph-class    (3rd Brigade Command Company)
3 Condor-class     (5307th Mechanized Infantry Regiment)
3 Triumph-class    (5307th Mechanized Infantry Regiment)
3 Condor-class     (5308th Mechanized Infantry Regiment)
3 Triumph-class    (5308th Mechanized Infantry Regiment)
3 Condor-class     (5308th Mechanized Infantry Regiment)
3 Triumph-class    (5308th Mechanized Infantry Regiment)
1 Triumph-class    (4th Brigade Command Company)
3 Triumph-class    (686th Heavy Armor Regiment)
3 Triumph-class    (687th Heavy Armor Regiment)
3 Triumph-class    (233rd Royal Hover Armor Regiment)
1 Dictator Command-class (5th Brigade Command Company)
3 Triumph-class    (849th Artillery Regiment)
3 Triumph-class    (867th Artillery Regiment)
3 Triumph-class    (948th Artillery Regiment)
3 Titan-class         (728th Aerospace Fighter Regiment)
1 Triumph-class    (1148th Mobile Transport Regiment)
1 Triumph-class    (937th Tactical Air Regiment)
3 Union-class        (326th Reconnaissance Battalion)
1 Seeker-class      (326th Reconnaissance Battalion)
1 Triumph-class    (326th Combat Engineer Battalion)
1 Gazelle-class     (326th Signal Battalion)
6 Mammoth-class  (326th Supply Battalion)

Assigned Divisional Totals: 5Overlord, 7 Dictator Command-class, 14 Dictator, 6 Union, 1 Colossus, 5 Titan, 20 Triumph, 3 Condor, 1 Fortress, 2 Seeker, 1 Gazelle, 6 Mammoth
Total Combined Strength: 71 Dropships

1 Brigade

Brigade Command Company

12 AS7-D Atlas

225th Royal Heavy Assault Regiment

Regimental Command Company

12 EMP-6A Emperor

1st Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 FLS-8K Flashman
1st Company – 12 FLS-8K Flashman
2nd Company - 12EXC-B2 Excalibur
3rd Company – 12 FLS-8K Flashman

2nd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 KGC-000 King Crab
1st Company – 12 KGC-000 King Crab
2nd Company – 12 HGN – 732 Highlander
3rd Company – 12 CRK 5003-1 Crockett

3rd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 NSR-9J Nightstar
1st, 2nd Company – 24 NSR-9J Nightstar
3rd Company – 12 BMB-12D Bombardier

4th Battalion

1st, 2nd, 3rd, Company – 36 Padilla Heavy Artillery Tanks
4th Company – 12 Zephyr Scout Hovertanks

392nd Battle Regiment

Regimental Command Company

12 BL6-KNT Black Knight

1st Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 CTS-6Y Cestus
1st, 2nd, 3rd Company – 36 CTS-6Y Cestus

2nd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 GLT-3N Guillotine
1st Company – 12 GLT-3N Guillotine
2nd Company – 12 EXC-B2 Excalibur
3rd Company – 12 LNX-9Q Lynx

3rd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 CRB-27 Crab
1st, 2nd, 3rd Company – 36 CRB-27 Crab

393rd Battle Regiment

Regimental Command Company

12 MAD-3R Marauder

1st Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4MAD-3R Marauder
1st Company – 12 WHM-6R Warhammer
2nd Company – 12 MAD-3R Marauder
3rd Company – 12 ARC-2R Archer

2nd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 CRB-27 Crab
1st, 2nd Company – 24 CRB-27 Crab
3rd Company – 12 PXH-1 Phoenix Hawk

3rd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 LNC 25-01 Lancelot
1st, 2nd Company – 24 LNC 25-01 Lancelot
3rd Company – 12 GRF-1N Griffin

2 Brigade

Brigade Command Company

12 CP-10-Z Cyclops

125th Dragoon Regiment

Regimental Command Battlegroup

Regimental Command Company – 4 AS7-D Atlas-D, 4 STK-3F Stalker-D, 4 CP-10Z Cyclops-D
1st Artillery Company – 12 Marksman Artillery Tanks-D
1st Hovertank Company – 12 Kanga Hovertanks-D

125 Aero Group

No. 1 Squadron – 6 RPR-100 Rapier-D
No. 2 Squadron – 6 IRN-SD1 Ironsides-D
No. 3 Squadron – 6 RPR-100 Rapier-D

1st Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 2 AS7-D Atlas-D, 2 CP-10Z Cyclops-D
Alpha Company – 4 BNC-3E Banshee-D, 4 BK6-KNT Black Knight-D, 4 GLT-3N Guillotine-D, 4 Jump Infantry Squads, 4 Kanga Hovertanks-D
Bravo Company – 4 CRK 5003-1 Crockett-D, 4 WHM-6R Warhammer-D, 4 ARC-3R Archer-D
Charlie Company – 4 HGN-732 Highlander-D, 4 VTR-9B Victor-D, 4 GLT-3N Guillotine-D

2nd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 BLT-1G Battlemaster-D
Alpha Company – 12 MAD-3R Marauder-D
Bravo Company – 12 NSR-9J Nightstar-D, 4 Jump Infantry Squads
Charlie Company – 12 LNC 25-01 Lancelot-D, 4 Kanga Hovertanks-D

3rd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 2 AS7-D Atlas-D, 2 CP-10Z Cyclops-D
Alpha Company – 4 EXC-B2 Excalibur-D, 4 BMB-12D Bombardier-D, 4 SPT-N2 Spartan-D, 4 Kanga Hovertanks-D
Bravo Company – 4 CTS-6Y Cestus-D, 4 GLT-3N Guillotine-D, 4 AWS-8Q Awesome-D
Charlie Company – 4 CRD-3R Crusader-D, 4 TDR-5S Thunderbolt-D, 4 THG-11E Thug-D, 4 Jump Infantry Squads

1312 Battle Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 12 MAD-3R Marauder

1st Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 WHD-6R Warhammer
1st, 2nd Company – 24 WHD-6R Warhammer
3rd Company – 12 LNC 25-01 Lancelot

2nd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 LNX-9Q Lynx
1st Company – 12 GRF-1N Griffin
2nd Company – 12 LNY-9Q Lynx
3rd Company – 12 WVR-6R Wolverine

3rd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 RFL-3N Rifleman
1st Company – 12 CPLT-C1 Catapult
2nd, 3rd Company- 24 RFL-3N Rifleman

454th Striker Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 12 LNC 25-01 Lancelot

Aerospace Fighter Group – 18 ZRO-114 Zero

1st Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 TLN-5W Talon
1st, 2nd Company – 24 TLN-5W Talon
3rd Company – 12 MON-66 Mongoose

2nd Battalion
 
Battalion Command Lance – 4 PXH-1 Phoenix Hawk
1st Company – 12 MCY-99 Mercury
2nd Company – 12 PHX-HK2 Phoenix Hawk LAM
3rd Company – 12 STG-A5 Stinger LAM

3rd Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 CRB-27 Crab
1st Company – 12 CRB Crab
2nd Company – 12 HSR 200-D Hussar
3rd Battalion – 12 MON-66 Mongoose

3 Brigade

Brigade Command Company

3 Mechanized Infantry Platoons

5307th Mechanized Infantry Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 3 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
1st Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
2nd Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
3rd Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons


5308th Mechanized Infantry Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 3 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
1st Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
2nd Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
3rd Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons


5309th Mechanized Infantry Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 3 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
1st Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
2nd Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
3rd Battalion – 10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons

212th Striker Battalion

Battalion Command Lance – 4 WVE-5N Wyvern
1st Company – 12 WVE-5N Wyvern
2nd Company – 12 STN-3L Sentinel
3rd Company – 12 FNHK-9K Falcon Hawk

4 Brigade

Brigade Command Company

12 Alacorn Mk VI Heavy Tanks

686 Heavy Armor Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 12 Burke Heavy Tanks
1st Battalion – 40 Burke Heavy Tanks
2nd Battalion – 40 Burke Heavy Tanks
3rd Battalion – 40 Burke Heavy Tanks

687 Heavy Armor Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 12 Alacorn Mk VI Heavy Tanks

1st Battalion – 40 Alacorn Mk VI Heavy Tanks
2nd Battalion – 40 Alacorn Mk VI Heavy Tanks
3rd Battalion –  40 Alacorn Mk VI Heavy Tanks

233 Royal Hover Armor Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 12 Kanga Hovertanks
1st Battalion – 40 Kanga Hovertanks
2nd Battalion – 40 Kanga Hovertanks
3rd Battalion – 40 Kanga Hovertanks

5 Brigade

12 Bombardier BMB-12D

849th Artillery Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 4 Mobile HQ, 8 Zephyr Scout Hovertanks
1st Battalion – 36 Marksman Artillery Tanks
2nd Battalion - 36 Marksman Artillery Tanks
3rd Battalion – 36 Marksman Artillery Tanks

867th Artillery Regiment

Regimental Command Company – 4 Mobile HQ, 8 Zephyr Scout Hovertanks
1st Battalion – 36 Padilla Heavy Artillery Tanks
2nd Battalion - 36 Padilla Heavy Artillery Tanks
3rd Battalion – 36 Padilla Heavy Artillery Tanks

948th Artillery regiment

Regimental Command Company – 4 Mobile HQ, 8 Zephyr Scout Hovertanks
1st Battalion – 36 Marksman Artillery Tanks
2nd Battalion - 36 Marksman Artillery Tanks
3rd Battalion – 36 Marksman Artillery Tanks

456th Ground Aero Wing

728th Aerospace Fighter Regiment

1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th Squadrons – 24 ZRO-114 Zero
5th Squadron - 6 THK-63 Tomahawk
6th, 7th Squadrons – 12 IRN-SD1 Ironsides
8th, 9th Squadrons – 12 RPR-100 Rapiers

1148th Mobile Transport Regiment

54 Cobra Transport VTOL

937th Tactical Air Regiment

54 Ripper VTOL

326th Reconnaissance Battalion

3 Companies – 36 STG-A5 Stinger LAM
1 Company – 12 Beagle Scout Hovertanks
1 Company – 12 Rotunda Scout Cars  

326th Combat Engineer Battalion

326th Signal Battalion

326th Supply Battalion

535th Armored Transport Squadron[/b]
Squadron warships are named and have attached dropships outside of the 326th BattleMech Division in parenthesis.
1 Black Lion-class CA – Deborah Gibson
2 Avatar-class CA – Tarawa , Valley Forge (1 Titan each)
2 Aegis-class CA – Yorktown, Ticonderoga (1 Titan each)
2 Congress-class FG – Cass Ballenger, Patrick McHenry (2 Pentagon-class each)
2 Potemkin-class TC – Vladivostok, Novosibirsk (2 Achilles, 2 Titans, 2 Elephant Mk 96 each)
4 Lola IIII-class DD – Fletcher, Hara, Johnston, Blue
  
 
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VII. Another Letter Home

15 October, 2764

Hello again Wendy,

Just writing to you again to let you know all is well.  The unit has reached Galtor III finally.  It’s a fun planet to land on, if only for a day, at least that is what I think after being in a tin can for over a month in transit form Chatham.  The locals are very proud of their planet and its achievements in the Star League.  The main continent is a marvel of modern Hegemony agricultural engineering.  Fields as far as you can see.  Enough to feed this planet and a hundred others with enough left over to feed all of the SLDF.  Amazing how a little high-tech, genetically-modified wheat grain can do to such fertile soil as Galtor III has.  

We gave all of the divisional units an eight hour pass to work off their space legs and have some time planet-side in normal gravity.  The grav decks on the warships are really nice in that they can simulate a 1G planet, but they are always overcrowded no matter the time of day, at least they are on the Novosibirsk at any rate.  But then again, when you have twenty-five dropship crew and a warship crew to give exercise to, you are always overcrowded, he he.  

The Rear Admiral commanding the 535th Squadron has been debating over whether or not to burn some fuel by letting the dropships detach from their carriers during recharging operations after each jump and letting us get a 0.5 to .75G into each star system we travel to.  It gives us some semblance of gravity while conserving fuel.  It also lets us do some training under gravity conditions.  The Periphery rebels would love it if we arrived with a whole division in the Taurian Concordant with a bunch of marshmallow for muscles troopers from the commanding general on down to the privates unloading the supply battalion’s Mule-class transports.

It seems a bit wasteful, but hey when it’s the SLDF, nothing is too good or wasteful for our troopers.  With the economies of three thousand star systems to draw on, we can do it.

Well on to you and me.  Your last letter I got over the HPG uplink was sad.  I understand that you and the kids miss me and you want to go home to Terra.  Please do what you feel you must.  I will join you when I next get leave, but that may be at least mid-June of next year before I can get leave approved.  At least I can get a quick hop back to Terra as there are always transports coming and going all the time.  I have to get the company settled into its new base of operations.  Then I can relax a little.  You will be welcome back home as always, just try to relax and let the household staff do things at the manorhouse.  Just tell them how you want things to run and they will have it ready to go in no time.  

It may be for the best that you go back to Terra.  With the way war seems always ready to break out with the Combine, Terra is about the safest place in the universe I guess.  I just never will trust the SDS’s.  I know, I know,  you say it is safe, but I still say it is better to use the resources to buy more warships and have real people running them, not a bunch of computer programs.  It seems like a bunch of damn ghosts in the system to me.  Course you are the computer engineer in the family, me, I just a grunt <wink>.  I just hope our ultimate creation just does not ever turn around and bite its creator.  

Well, gotta go for now.  I will buy some local gifts and souvenirs and get them in the next courier run out to you.
I hope you like the whole grain lingerie set I got for you, lol.  Its bound to look great and it is bio-degradable too <wink>

My love always,
David
  
 
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VIII. A Quick Charge Up
Zenith Jump Point,
Belladonna System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three,
12 November, 2764.

Waiting was always the hardest part of a massive move such as the 326th BattleMech Division was undertaking.  The warships of the 535th Squadron could quick charge their engines using their fusion drives.  The main problem from quick charging the K-F drives was an accelerated and increased risk of damage to both the K-F drive and the fusion plant, effectively stranding any damaged ship in whatever star system it was in unless a rescue effort could be mounted or the ship’s engineer’s could repair any damage taken.

The other method of quick charging the engines was to simply take on energy for the K-F drives from the space stations that orbited most Inner Sphere star systems at one or both of the zenith and nadir jump points.  The problem was the 535th Squadron contained thirteen warships whereas the space stations generally only had only eight energy storage battery banks like those on the mostly standard Olympus-class charge stations that were fairly common around the Inner Sphere.  Being an expensive station to start with, many systems along the main jump routes had one, but only at the nodal points and major worlds in the Inner Sphere had stations at both jump points.  One such system was Belladonna where seven warships were parked in synchronous orbit with the Olympus at the zenith point.  The other six were charging up at the nadir point Olympus.

The transport and command elements of the 535th, consisting of the Potemkins, Avatars, Aegis’s, and the Black Lion warships was at the zenith jump station.  The escort elements consisting of the Congresses and Lola III’s was at the nadir station.  

Belladonna was only a single jump away from the Federated Suns capital of New Avalon and two from Galax, home to the largest Star League naval base in the Federated Suns and Boeing Interstellar, proud makers of the Congress-class frigates that the SLDF used in so much abundance throughout the Regular Navy.  Galax was also home to a large contingent of the SLDF’s mothball fleet.  Most were hulks awaiting dismantling and reuse as scarp metal in the naval shipyards of Federated Interstellar.  

The energy shifts from the massive banks on the Olympus’s to the hungry warships went quickly.  Instead of the normal recharge time of seventy-eight hours plus the time required to unfold and deploy the jump sails and then to retract and recover them was reduced to a mere twelve hour turn around time.  This had not been the case on most the 326th’s voyage, but the times it had been available, the Squadron commander had used the option to cut time off the division’s trip.

A short layover was being conducted though by the admiral, even after the quick charge pick-up was completed.  Both the Cass Ballenger and the Patrick McHenry had been manufactured at the Galax shipyards.  Following a Regular Navy tradition of sending a homecoming message when a warship neared its original shipyard, both warships were in the process of sending their messages to the Belladonna HPG station for transmission to the Galax yards.  

After the completion of this the squadron commenced the countdown to the next split hyperspace jump to El Dorado which also had a set of Olympus charge stations at both jump points.  The ships began to jump in phases and were on their way again.
  
 
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IX. Waiting On The Rest
Zenith Jump Point,
Die Moot System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three,
15 December, 2764.

David wandered around the bridge of the Fort Fisher as he and the rest of the 535th Squadron waited on a group of forces from Fourth Army headquarters in the Hobbs system to join up for the journey into the Taurian Concordant.   Hobbs was the administrative and military hub for the SLDF in the Federated Suns Military District Three which encompassed the outer reaches of the FedSuns from the border with the Capellan Confederation to the border with the Taurian Concordant across the rim towards the independent planets past the Concordant back again into the rough boundaries that the SLDF drew to separate Districts Two and Three near the FedSun capital of New Avalon.  

The 535th had been making better time than originally estimated thanks to a series of quick recharges that they had picked up around the so called “Golden Five” worlds around New Avalon.  These were among the oldest, most heavily populated, heavily industrialized, and wealthiest planets in all of the Federated Suns.  Befitting their status as such, each had a twin set of Olympus-class charge stations, one at each zenith and nadir jump points.  As it turned out, the accelerated timetable was not such a good thing after all.

The advance of the timetable had not gone unnoticed by the SLDF Transportation Command.  Its massive computer banks on Terra had noted that the 535th had reached Die Moot a few weeks ahead of schedule and made its human counterpart aware of this.  The human captain had sent the information up his chain of command to the top where the General commanding the Transportation Command.  She sent back down orders for an additional escort squadron to be assigned to the 326th for its journey into the Taurian Concordant.  Her assistant had amended the order to add a resupply convoy to the mix, on the request from the Quartermaster Command to provide escorts to its supply convoy.  

Added to this was another request from the Replacement-Deployment Command about transferring several new mechwarriors to the 328th Royal BattleMech Division who were replacing many retiring soldiers.  Coupled with the need to return the bodies of three hundred and fifty SLDF troopers who had died in the past few months in the Taurian Concordant, it would be a waste to not combine the whole bunch together in one efficient grouping that could all be done at one time.  

The end result was the 535th actually losing time as it waited for the escort squadron to jump in, then the various military and civilian jumpships to muster over Die Moot, and finally the jumpship from Rep-Dep to arrive from Hobbs.  Not quite what Rear Admiral Sonya Peterson had had in mind when she had tried to trim time off her squadron’s transit time.  

Such was the luck of being in the SLDF with its command structure.  The bureaucracy ran smoothly 99.9% of the time, but sometimes, it was very unwieldy for those it happened to land upon.  The delay did have one silver lining however, it given the division’s mail time to catch up.

Not that that was for all of us, David thought to himself, Most, but not all.

A letter from Wendy had told him that she and the kids were going back to Terra.  Many of the 326th’s dependents were also leaving Chatham and returning to the Terran Hegemony.  The constant xenophobia of the Draconis Combine was a nerve wracking experience on SLDF troopers and their families.   They did not fear attack very much due to the sheer size of the SLDF and its large contingent within the Combine.  Any war there, while it would be bloody , was a foregone conclusion in all the minds of the Inner Sphere militaries’ leaders.  The technology advantage alone far outweighed any other advantage the Star League had over the Draconis Combine or any other state member of the League.  The Combine had some of the best training regimens, but the SLDF had learned well from the First Hidden War when the ronin warriors had challenged the SLDF warriors to duels.  

I will have to send Wendy a HPG-gram that any and all of the 326th’s dependents are to be welcomed back home by my family in our dukedom and to tell her to take out of the family coffers to cover the expense getting them set up there.  We won’t miss the money with all our investments across the League.  IT is for a good cause and the fun thing is I have final say it anyway.  It’s good to be Duke sometimes.
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David chuckled to himself at that thought.

He turned his attention back to the present as he overheard comms petty officer call out,” Captain, I have confirmation from the bridge that we will have an emergence wave from a hyperjump in thirty seconds.”

“Roger that comms,” replied the Captain.

“It looks like the last stragglers are coming in Major, I think we may just be able to get you to Sterope sometime before the end of the millennium.”

The title of Major being used by the dropship’s Captain was an ancient tradition that said there was only one Captain aboard a ship, anybody else claiming the title that was not in that spot on the TO&E was given an honorary promotion of one rank to distinguish their position from the “Boss”.

Thirty seconds later the comms petty officer said,” Confirmed Captain, the S.S. Jared’s Express has come out of hyperjump one hundred clicks to port.”

“Hmmm, I think the ship list for the convoy said that the Jared’s Express was a Black Crow Trading Company jumpship registered out of the Rim worlds Republic, interesting, very interesting,” said the Captain.

Interesting indeed, I will have to look into the convoy list and see who and what are traveling with us.  You never know how things may be needed or traded to the benefit of my troopers.  There is always a need for that torpedo juice that Pullo swears he knows nothing about.  Course you never know where a threat can come from either, the Periphery is after the all “The Wild Frontier”.
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X. Commanding General’s Meeting
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
29 December, 2764,

“TWO weeks, two whole fragging WEEKS!”

“Can these idiots not get their butts in gear and get the lead out!”

Robert “Robbie” Patton was the Commodore commanding the Novosibirsk and at the moment he was raising holy hell about the civilian jumpships seeming lack of ability to even poorly operate their spacecraft.  The whole naval group had only taken two jumps to Lothair when it had been planned been planned to be on the final stage of the last recharge at Hyalite before the entry in to the Taurian Concordant.  Rear Admiral Sonja Peterson was holding full staff meeting of all the officers of both the 326th and the 535th on board the Novosibirsk in one of the cavernous supply holds that fed the warship’s voracious appetite and its many dropships everything from bullets to beans.  It was a rare gathering, but virtually the entire command structure was present, from Captains up.  The Company Commanders were involved today for the very reason they were in contact with the troops on a daily basis, whereas while the higher-ups had more limited contact because of the level of administrative process they had to complete daily.  Other militaries still did not have the degree of fraternization that the SLDF did between officers and enlisted.  But, even the SLDF still needed to have its paperwork done to the tanks rolling and the Mechs rocking.

Major General Adamson Clark spoke next to Commodore Patton’s outburst.  â€œWe know what you mean Commodore, Admiral Peterson and I have had at least five discussions a day for the past week about this very subject.  We are not unsympathetic, but we have our orders and we cannot leave the civvies out here alone as there still pirates, rebels, and renegades trolling around the space lanes for any juicy targets such as this convoy.”

Rear Admiral Sonja Peterson chimed in at this point saying,” We are all wanting to get to Sterope to commence operations, as we have been prepping for this for over four months now.  We had wanted to be in position by the First of January, but here we are, so here we deal with.”

“Therefore, after conferring with both 4th and 19th Army Headquarters, we are going to skip the jump to Hyalite and move straight onto Amber Grove.”

The general mood of the cavernous hold suddenly became the utmost in seriousness and sobriety as the realization of what that meant to the division.  All the final prep work from combat training to final inoculations to the cultural awareness classes to prepare the unit for its new posting, were out the window.  The SLDF valued its training of the troopers for the environment they were going into.  It also valued the ability of its leaders and troops to scratch a plan in the dirt based on little intel and make a workable go of it.  This was what the divisional commander based his next statement upon.

“I know this is not what we have planned on all these months, but it is what we have to deal with.  So, we are going to do what we are trained to do.  If we cannot do it with a fully prepared foundation, then we do it on the fly with what we have on hand.  All regiments are therefore ordered to begin final jump preparations and have in place with my approval, in three days, plans for an accelerated training schedule for your troopers.  Live fire exercises will have to wait for Sterope when the base ranges to use when we get there.  Combat loadouts are to be distributed from here in to all units.  Get used to have a loaded weapon on your person at all times, it will save your life if run into an incident.  We are going live in as active combat zone people, lets do it right and get everybody home alive and intact.”

The 225th Royal Heavy Assault Regiment’s commander Colonel Slovadonis Amarisson was the first to speak up,” As always General, my 225th Royals will be ready General.”

David noticed he was not the only officer within immediate eyesight who noticed the way Amarisson placed an emphasis on my and Royals in reverence to his regiment’s status as being a Royal unit.

Royal units were the product of the old Hegemony Armed Forces being the only full military completely inducted into the SLDF.  As such, they were the First Lord’s primary weapon in the early days of the Star League of keeping the rest of the new SLDF in line as many of the League forces at the time were borrowed from the five Great Houses of the Inner Sphere.  They also operated as the base around the SLDF grew up as it was formed and deployed in the years before the bloody Reunification War from 2575-2596.  It was to have been a six month campaign that turned into a blood fest of twenty-one years that left the Periphery forever changed.

The same could be said of the Inner Sphere too David thought to himself.

The Royal units of today’s SLDF enjoyed their status as the first units to receive the latest and greatest weapons and hardware from the Terran Hegemony research and development labs.  A prime example was the 225th being assigned four fresh Overlords from the Blue Nose Clippership shipyards over Mars, whereas the rest of the division made due the old reliable Dictators.  Another was the type of Mech assignments.  Where the Battle Regiments in the 326th had older, robust designs like the MAD-3R Marauder and the WHD-6R Warhammer, the 225th Royals had fresh, technologically advanced designs such as the NSR-9J Nightstar and the EMP-6A Emperor.  The non-Royal SLDF did not normally have much resentment over this favored status.  In Colonel Amarisson’s case, the rest of the 326th made an exception.

Colonel Amarisson was of Asiatic decent, the same as the 125th Dragoon’s Colonel Nyugen.  It was rumored he was of royal descent through some older noble line that had left Terra during one the great exoduses when jumpships had become economical and readily available to anyone with the credits and willingness to leave the birthplace of humanity.  He was proud of his regiment’s status as a Royal and he went out his way to make sure everyone knew.  His regiment had also been the best in the division until the 125th had been assigned to the 326th.  That another regiment had placed higher than his in both field exercises and full parade inspections by the divisional commander, Amarisson would not let a chance go by either to regain his unit’s prominent position.

He can have it back now too, Colonel Nyugen only wanted originally to establish that the Dragoons were a solid regiment and were team players in a division where cooperation was the key to the unit’s success.

Now we just maintain the best rating just to piss off Amarisson.

That thought brought another smile to David’s face as he tuned back in to the meeting.

General Clark was continuing on again with his briefing for the officers present.

“The latest intelligence from the Concordant is good.  The Taurian Freedom Army has been fully smashed down to its roots.  Their main stronghold that was on Camadeierre has been hit by three regiments plus two SAS teams.  The resulting battle saw their entire leadership captured or killed and the main supply cache for their organization captured.  We have solid leads on their few remaining active terror cells and the SAS teams are vigorously pursuing them now that we have had a run of good luck on our side.  We are expecting a fall in the number of incidents throughout the Taurian Concordant.”

That bit of news brought a round of cheers from the gathered officers throughout the supply hold where the meeting was being conducted.  Looking around at the smiles on the faces of the officers gathered around him, David noted that the commander of the 225th seemed to be laughing almost as if he had been told a greatly humorous joke that only he knew the wording to.  David passed it off to the Colonel’s usual smugness and thought nothing more of it.

“We are expecting to have an easier transition because of this, but I still expect you all to act as if the TFA were still a great threat and was out there just waiting to hit us when we least expect it.”

“I will hand off the meeting to my staff who will brief you on the details of the coming weeks and what I have planned to have happen for us.”

With that the meeting proceeded to the nuts and bolts of the various staff members, the S-1, S-2, S-3, S-4, and so on till the Commanding General took back control of the meeting to finish it out.

“We will meet again the day before we jump into Amber Grove.  I will be holding a Commander’s Mess in honor of that occasion.  I expect you all to attend and be in your full dress olive drabs with full pomp, regalia, and ceremony.  I suspect we will have little need for those uniforms after we land on Sterope.”

He added in, “So much for supporting the local economy through the dry-cleaning market eh?”

David chuckled along with the rest of the officers present at the general’s joke.  But deep down he had the feeling that the joke was not that far from the truth.  It was probably going to be all combat dress and constant alerts.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #16 on: July 08, 2009, 11:35:17 PM »

XI. The Frontier Lights Up.
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765,

The day of New Year’s Eve and New Year’s had come and gone the same as the days before and after it.  Celebrations had been held as much as could be given the restraints of duties and being embarked aboard warship.  There had been some extra fun around the ships of the gathered fleet.  The 728th Aerospace Regiment had performed close-in flight maneuvers as a surprise for the units of the naval task force orbiting the nadir jump point in the system of Lothair.  The show had been a surprise by the 456th GAW’s Shousa, or wing commander in Japanese, had concocted for the fleet.  It had been a way to sharpen his pilots’ skills under zero gravity operations and close precision flying.  The ending fireworks show was something that the men and women of the fleet would not soon forget.

The fireworks were another holdover from the 326th’s time in the Draconis Combine.  Every year on Chatham a huge three day celebration ceremony was held in honor of the Coordinator’s birthday.  It was a local custom to light off a fireworks spectacular that was Chatham’s collective worldwide gift to the Draconis High Lord on Luthien.  Everyone, from child to highest ranked military officer left on planet, had a hand in the preparations for the show.  It was coordinated to go off every hour around the world as each time zone was growing dark as the Chatham rotated on its solar axis.  It was a shining example of the will of the people of the Combine that was meant to show their unity and resolve to serve the Dragon. The show also had a more hidden, but obvious reason: to impress and intimidate the “occupying’ Star League garrison forces.  It did impress the SLDF personal, but not in way the Kurita family interested.

The first year that the SLDF was on Chatham in force was in 2597, shortly after the end of the Reunification War as a garrison force.  The force that sent there was a single oversized brigade composed of a Heavy Assault Regiment, a Hussar Regiment and a pair of mechanized infantry regiments.  A Terran Hegemony engineer brigade was also posted to help construct the various SLDF support infrastructure from a military spaceport to the very barracks that the troopers were to sleep in.  The four regiments had been originally intended to serve on Luthien.  But the Combine government under Leonard Kurita made such a political stink over the posting of Mech and heavy infantry regiments on their capital world that First Lord Nicholas Cameron passed Executive Order Number 29 which stated that only light infantry and some supporting units would initially be posted on Luthien.  This was but the first in a series of follies and incidents caused by Leonard Kurita.

As time passed, Executive Order 29 became more formalized and more traditional, even though it had only been intended to be a temporary measure to placate the Combine ruler.  The end result was the posting of a heavy unit on nearby Chatham and a lighter unit on Luthien.  The heavy unit would respond to any incursions on Luthien space, while the light unit manned critical posts such as Fort Luthien and the residence of the Draconis Combine State Administrator.  Evidence to this was still effect even in the current day with the 326th BattleMech Division being stationed on Chatham and the 13th Royal Infantry Division being posted on Luthien.  The heavy unit conducted exercises twice yearly with the light unit in various scenarios from all war between the League member states to disaster relief to helping put down rebellions against the Combine government.  The heavy unit also had another, more rarer mission, one that was used only on demand by the First Lord or the BSLA State Administrator and it was to intimidate the Combine government with its very presence when needed.

The first heavy brigade commander had been Lieutenant General Isoto Kuribayashi.  He had been chosen for the potentially explosive (quite literally) job of handling the posting of SLDF troops near the Kurita capital his Asiatic family roots from around Dieron.  He was very sensitive to the people of the Draconis Combine and their roots.  The General studied the position the Star League and more importantly his SLDF troopers were going to be in at the very heart of the Combine.  From this intelligence, Kuribayashi enacted several initiatives that proved so successful they were quickly adopted by the SLDF and BLSA for use around the entire Draconis Combine Military Region.

One of the first orders Kuribayashi gave upon assuming command of the Chatham garrison was to the Terran engineering brigade assigned to Chatham on a temporary basis. He ordered that a variety of projects for the planetary population and infrastructure be conducted as gesture of goodwill.  The Terran engineers worked their usual wonders of raising a large SLDF on terrain that Draconis engineers claimed was impossible.  They went on to help build the intra-planetary transportation network with a series of suborbital “continent hopper” shuttle craft.  After this feat linked the twenty major cities on the planet in less than four weeks, Kuribayashi requested and was granted the engineering brigade’s posting to Chatham on a permanent basis.  The brigade went on to change the face of Chatham over the course of the next several decades as they diverted major rivers to change deserts into fertile farming land to projects that rebuilt all the poor neighborhoods in each town and city across Chatham.  They also did not help the higher levels of Draconis officials and military personnel

The first initiative that Kuribayashi enacted was the assignment of BLSA Political Emergency Response Teams or PERTs to each regiment.  This gave the regimental commander an immediate source to turn to if any trouble of any kind occurred without having to wait on the brigade commander or the Star League appointed Planetary Administrator who was in charge of the diplomatic mission that the BLSA built on any world with a population over one million, which Chatham met easily with a population of just over a billion.  An uncounted number of times in those first years, the PERTs stopped minor occurrences from blossoming into interstellar incidents because of their training and immediate response to any calls from the on site SLDF commanders.

Another initiative was the requirement that each trooper learn about the unique Combine culture, taboos, traits, and quirks that made the average Draconis citizen think and act the way they did.  This alone proved itself by keeping the first SLDF troopers from creating much potential conflict and embarrassment for the Star League.  The level of training was not on par as the PERTs, obviously, because the SLDF was trained for war.

These initiatives, combined with engineering projects and a multitude of personal efforts made by League troopers, helped the SLDF cement its position on Chatham in those first years.  They fostered the image that the SLDF was a beneficial force and not an occupying one.  The Kurita family was in constant, continuance fits over this success on Chatham and would make countless efforts to wage a propaganda war to no effect to win back the minds of the Chatham residents.

And so the story went for the 326th when it came to Chatham in the year 2715.  Barely five years old from the third wave/round of BattleMech division activation that the SLDF started under Commanding Admiral David Peterson in 2690, the 326th had recently finished a tour of duty in the Taurian Concordant Military District when it was tapped for garrison duty in the Draconis Combine.  The 326th inherited the 30th Royal Combat Engineer Brigade from the previous tenant division that they were relieving.  They continued the traditions that their predecessors had started and passed them onto the next division that relieved the 326th when it was transferred to the Taurian Concordant Military District again.

The traditions carried on with the division as it left Chatham behind.  The ways of the Combine had a strong influence upon its personal, but at the same time the division had had its effect upon Chatham’s inhabitants.  Both were left with good memories.  So while January 1st became just another date to the personnel of the 326th Division, it was a good feeling day for them as if they were still on Chatham, if only for a little while.

But to the rebels of the Periphery it had signaled the jump-off time for a massive coordinated of terror attacks all across the Taurian Concordant.  The seemingly random shootings and bomb attacks did not make sense until the various divisional and corps headquarters had started flooding the 19th Army’s headquarters communications center with all the reports.

The seemingly random and isolated attacks had blossomed into a wave of terror that shook the SLDF hard.  After a week and a half, the High Command was confused as to how it could have happened.  The Taurian Freedom Army had been the largest and strongest of the rebel terror groups in the Concordant.  The SLDF, acting on information supplied by General Kerensky’s headquarters, had broken the resistance’s back in Concordant or so that what the High Command had thought.

Then came the terrorist attack on Fort Simpson on New Vandenberg.  A TFA member passed though base security using forged documents in a stolen Rotunda Scout Car.  After driving to the heart of the base, he thumbed a simple trigger concealed beneath the steering wheel to detonate a thermonuclear device to blow himself and the entire 265th Heavy Assault Regiment to atomic dust.

The holovids of the mushroom cloud were soon draped across the HPG network all over the Star League.  The crater’s center was still glowing from the enriched uranium dust that had been the heart of the fusion powered chain reaction of hell that was unleashed upon the unsuspecting 265th.  The rebels had used terror tactics before, including bombings, but they had never come close to anything approaching this scale of destruction.  The SLDF braced itself for more of the same in the following days.

No more nuclear bombing occurred again in the following days, something worse happened.

Three days after the Fort Simpson bombing, the Star League was shook again at its very core when New Vandenberg and seventeen other systems seceded from the League and declared their independence.

The First Lord and the hastily summoned High Council at Unity City on Terra were in fits as what to do.  The planets had seceded form the Star League, but not the Taurian Concordant.  They were technically still members of the Star League, but renegades at the same time.  The President of the Concordant Nicoletta Calderon was confirmed by SLDF intelligence resources to have given her permission to the rebelling planets to withdraw from the Star League.  The High Council could not decide upon a course of action.  The decision fell to General Kerensky to act upon.  He was under mandate to preserve the Star League.  Acting upon such he landed upon New Vandenberg from his McKenna-class flagship McKenna’s Pride to order the New Vandenberg militia to turn over its weapons to the local SLDF garrison.

General Kerensky considered the militia to be most loyal to the Star League and did not foresee any problems.  He hoped that with a peaceful surrender of arms that he could end any bloodshed and conflict before they began and events went out of control.  Their refusal stymied him to no end.  He entered into hasty negotiations with the militia to try to gain a peaceful resolution to the current crisis.

With his hopes dashed, all General Kerensky could do was hope and pray that nothing else went wrong, but he sensed it was all for not as events seemed to be escalating.  He was right.

News of the New Vandenberg Militia’s defiance of the SLDF and the great General Kerensky spread like a great firestorm of elemental proportions.  Everyone who had ever thought or dreamed of defying the Star League now stood up to the local SLDF garrisons throughout the Periphery Military Regions.  The news was also a signal to certain elements that had been pre-positioned throughout the frontier to set into motion contingency plans that had been prepared many years in advance.  These plans included any number of shootings and bombings.  They also included far more sinister plans that included SLDF units just arriving in the Periphery, units like the 326th BattleMech Division.

A coded signal laser was sent from one dropship to another ship and then onto another ship, and then finally three more.  Plans were set into motion.  Plans could not be stopped now.  Plans that could not be stopped nothing short of complete success for the rebels or the total failure of their assault.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #17 on: July 08, 2009, 11:35:55 PM »

XII. Side Party
Reception Alcove Near Shuttle Bay Aboard SLS Novosibirsk,
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765,

The following takes place between 16:00 and 17:00 hours

Standing with the Army side party across the temporarily carpeted welcome alcove from the Navy side party, David stood at attention as the 3 Brigade Commander came into view from the shuttle deck on board the troop cruiser SLS Novosibirsk.  A naval corporal serving as boatswain’s mate sounded the Alongside chime indicating a visiting officer as the Lieutenant General’s head appeared in the alcove, at which time the boatswain’s mate piped “Over The Side” signaling the two side parties to salute the officer coming aboard ship.  David snapped a smart hand salute as the First Squad from his jump infantry platoon presented arms. After the piping was over David returned to attention and then the parade rest position as the infantry ported arms and then ordered arms.  The marine squad across from them did the exact same series of positions with all the spit and shine that only hours of dress rehearsals could give them.

The 3 Brigade Commander’s staff and officers filed in with him as the side parties returned to paradise rest.  The officers would normally have been piped aboard, but the sheer number of them coming to this Commander’s Mess would have them being received for ten plus hours at the very least.  The current method had the many brigade, regimental, and battalion commanders, with their respective staffs and officers, each given honors, their units recognized, and naval traditions observed, all in speedy and efficient manner.  The count was currently up the third brigade commander and his staff.

Three more to go and then we start the regimental commanders, David thought to himself behind a face of iron expressionless.

And then we get to see the battalion commanders, oh joy!

That thought nearly caused David to drop his guarded facial look to smile.  Catching himself just barely in time he readjusted his face and returned to concentrating on his assigned duty of commanding the Army side party in the welcoming alcove.  The marine side party was representing the Star League Marine Corps for this function.  While they were not a part of the 326th Division, they were assigned to the warships that were its main mode of transportation.  Representing the colors for the Marines was their job, that and to not let the Regular Army have all the fun at the Commander’s Mess.

Of course we cannot let these good ole jarheads outshine us in front the brass.

And of course we had to work our butts off to get ready for this evening after I joked with the battalion commander that any of my jump troopers were better than any ole Marine could ever dream of.  Naturally, that got around the division and then I got the call to the division commander’s office where I got to put my money where my mouth is.  When will I learn to just shut-up and just smile and wave?

Well I least I can be late for the Commander’s Reception.  At least I do not have to hear Savang’s story about how he saved the day on Kesai IV again for the umpteenth thousandth time.

That thought made David almost smile again as he remained at attention.  His friend Savang had come to the 125th Dragoons shortly after David had been posted to them.  He was somewhat of a media celebrity from an action on Kesai IV.

 A group of”unknown bandits” had jumped into raid the massive SLDF warehouses that were planet.  Savang’s lance was pulling yet another round of night patrol duty after his latest unsuccessful pass at the base commander’s daughter.  As her father frowned upon this, he showed his displeasure with Savang by having them pull extra guard duty on a near continuous basis.

The raiders had hit the atmosphere on the night side of Kasai IV performing a sub-orbital Mech drop to minimize their chances of having their landing zone detected.  Their Dropship had performed a high-gee burn in form a pirate jump point on the far side of one of Kesai IV’s moons which had hidden their jump signature from the planetary early warning net.  When they hit the ground ten kilometers from the huge SLDF base, the raiders throttled to full speed and began to approach the base.  Savang’s lance was near the point where they breached the fence line surrounding the base.  The raider’s company was comprised of fast lights and mediums, while Savang’s lance was heavies and assaults.  It came down to speed and maneuverability versus armor and firepower.  The outcome was three League Mechs down and pilots ejected and the Savang’s Black Knight just barely operational with only fifteen percent of its armor left holding off the last two raider Shadow Hawks when the base’s ready-five Mech lance arrived to reinforce Savang’s lance.  They fell quickly because of the holes in their armor Savang had punched in them.

A half hour later a hastily–assembled mixed battalion of armor, infantry and Mechs engaged the raiders’ dropships. Three were caught on the ground.  Two were destroyed in the ensuing firefight.  The third self-destructed when its fusion drive was disabled by SLDF fire.  The immediate area around the dropships was filled with recovery trucks and empty hover trucks that were primed for a speedy run in to grab any League supplies the raiders’ Mech company captured.

The point outside the security perimeter where Savang engaged the raiders would have allowed them to get away with hundreds of tons of supplies.  There warehouses that were packed with explosives and huge number of fuels that would have left the base defenders at a disadvantage because of the potential fiery deathtrap by any friendly misfire or deliberate enemy fire.

The raiders were later found to be from the Draconis Combine.  The SLDF High Command made yet another file on the incident that had become a standard of the Star League of late.  Raid and counter raid between the League member states to the point of open warfare.  First Lord Simon Cameron had grown so frustrated with the entire process in 2744 that he had given an executive order that all bandits were to be shot on sight.  Of course this led to the raids being escorted by member state warships after the first few raids that were blown into dust bunnies by League warships that intercepted them.

This in effect led to a state of unofficial war that was now known as the Third Hidden War of the Star League.  No one state wanted to cast accusations of guilt nor did they want to admit any guilt at the same time.  It would have led to open warfare that the Star League quite possibly would not have survived intact as it was today.  But, it left the borders of the member states in a virtual state of warfare such as had not been seen since the Age of Warfare.

Such is the price we pay for being the Star League and upholding its high ideals.

It was a price so many of the troopers that David had known in his Army career had paid the ultimate price to fulfill.  So many friends and even some family, but it was a duty they did with great pride and enthusiasm.

We just keep going, trying every day, every way to uphold our dreams and those of our forefathers, which is that the Star League was worth it at the end of the day, he thought to himself as the naval corporeal announced the 4 Brigade Commander at the head of the two side parties.

”There would be many deaths to come before it the night was over that first night of the war for us.  We just did not know it when it all began that night at the jump point at Lothair until it was practically over as soon as it began”

Excerpt from opening page of  the War Diary of 326th BattleMech Division, dated 10 January, 2765.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #18 on: July 08, 2009, 11:38:43 PM »

XIII. Reception
Officer’s Lounge Aboard SLS Novosibirsk,
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.
The following takes place between 17:00 and 18:00 hours

The reception had gone smoothly and quickly with the Brigade Commanders, then the Regimental Commanders, and the Divisional Battalion Commanders being received and moved through the greeting line starting at the Divisional commander and expanding as the unit commanders added to the end of the line.  Each time a new leader was received the Division Commander passed that person’s name to the next in line after shaking their hand and greeting them to the Commander’s Mess.

It had started with the Division staff and then the Brigade Commanders and so on.  The unit staffs below the Divisional gathered in the Officer’s Lounge as the crowd gathered after each arrival completed the line.
The regimental battalion commanders had arrived with their regimental commanders, so the lounge’s numbers swelled quickly as the each of the regiments was received.

With the Army leaders done with their entrance, the Navy had its turn with the senior Admiral commanding the 535th Squadron leading his ship Captains through the honor guard to the Officer’s Lounge.  The captains of the convoy jumpship attached to the 535th for the duration of the journey to Sterope were the last to piped aboard ship.  These captains ranged in uniform appearance from civil to cutting edge fresh from the Royal Court on Terra to just this side of a sort of civilized pirate look.  All colors and styles representing some the major shipping firms of the Inner Sphere such as Far Star Convoy, Red Swan Lines, and even Tamar Liners from the Lyran Commonwealth were seen by the troopers in the side parties.

Pirates of the Periphery and assorted guests, mused David as he went through the call to attention of his side party as the naval brass was shuffled in to the reception line.

Well, at least the Navy brass has boys and girls are pretty to look at.

David was thinking of the difference in the uniforms of the Army and the Navy.

Whereas the Regular Army used Olive Drab as the base color of the dress jacket, shirt, and pants, the Navy used a knee-length pure white coat over a pair of purple pants and shirt.  The Army formal had well kept tan knee high boots with matching gloves versus the Navy formal using a pair of highly polished patent leather tans with gray gloves for outdoor dress occasions.

The Army dress drabs placed its rank patch on the left shoulder epaulet and cloth campaign ribbons on the left upper arm with service strips for years of trooping on the left arm cuff.  Navy dress whites had Naval Honor Cords on the left shoulder with the Cords extending across the chest.  Admirals had cuff strips on both lower denoting an admiral while non-flag ranks having a rank insignia on the left shoulder.

Further setting the two uniforms apart were two purple Cameron Stars worn on the Navy collar against the Army
having a single silver Cameron Star on the left breast.  To cap off the uniforms was an olive drab standard cap for the Army and a thick knitted purple cap for the Navy.

The final ingredient to both uniforms was a sash worn by both services on different parts of the uniform.  The Army used either a World Sash with coloring unique to each Star League member world or a School Rag that signified the many League military academies.  Either one was worn right shoulder to left waistline.  The Navy used a School Rag representing which naval academy the officer graduated from as a cummerbund around the waist.

One additional item worn by officers from the Terran Hegemony was the allowance of wearing a ceremonial sword or cutlass or dagger.  It was a status symbol from the first days of the Star League when the SLDF sought ways to differentiate between the newly raised Defense Force divisions and the ones that entered the SLDF whole from the former Terran Hegemony Armed Forces.  The ‘new’ Royal units were thus set apart with their officers being allowed to wear blades on ceremonial occasions.

Of course my vibro-blade is a little more than the original protocol officer shad in mind, but I value function over pretty any day of the week.  It was an expensive conversion of the family clan sword, but being able to literally cut through steel was a very useful ability, course the need to refurbish it after a battle when I do that can be expensive, but then again the family-owned shops love to show off their abilities to the boss.

And then there is my other “fun” with my dress drabs.  The Annapolis and the Appalachian State School Rags stand out quite a bit, but I earned the good-ole fashioned hard way.

He was thinking of the Black and Gold School Rag representing Appalachian State University in the place of a World Sash from his right shoulder to his left waist and the Blue and Gold School Rag of the Annapolis Naval Academy in the form of a cummerbund underneath his sword belt.

David had been on a fast track through his high school years he let his tutors push him and then he went above their expectations by setting even higher goals for himself.  Being a Duke’s son did have some advantages.  That he had chosen to attend Appalachian State for his university degree was a given from before his great-grandfather times ten was even born, but the opportunity he had been offered upon graduation and commissioning into the Army, after four grueling years of academics and military officer training, was too good to pass up at the time.

The opportunity was from an old family friend at the Royal Court in Unity City.   A simple offer of attending the Naval Academy at Annapolis for two years in an accelerated study course, it was part of a program to produce liaison officers for the Regular Army to coordinate on an intimate level between the two major services of the SLDF.   Most people outside the SLDF did not know of the friendly rivalry between the Army and Navy having been brought up the last two hundred years in the League mass media.  But, the age old rivalry was still there, though mainly only in the academy and university sports teams, of course the Budget Committees, naturally.

The rest of the time, it was one big happy Star League Defense Force.

Except for the budget committees and the shiny purple white uniforms, David mused to himself, Course I have got one of those shiny purple suits in my closet, and God knows I sat on enough committees as junior adjutant to General Ben-Shimon, endless budget squabbles, new weapons research grants, and a thousand other things.

They were all a part of the price of being a modern day SLDF officer.  A year in the Quartermaster Command, a year with Intelligence Command, a two year tour in the Navy on four different warships, six months in the Administrative Command, followed by six months in Communications Command, and then finally a year in the Special Forces Command, all these were stepping stones to a long happy career.

Course the price of all these side tracks was being left way behind by the rest of my class from both schools in terms of promotions.

Some of David’s ASU alumni had their own battalions and were on the short lists for promotion to Colonel their own regiments.  The same thing was happening with his Annapolis class, as some of his friends had been assigned their own warships to command by now.

At least I got to meet Wendy and start my family early though.

The year at Quartermaster Command had introduced a young David to an equally young Wendy Hern.  An initial attraction had blossomed form that moment, but it took time as the Army had David on the move and Wendy had her career in the research field helping update and design the next generation of Carper drone warships.  The two years of deployments on naval warships had provided ample opportunity for the two to cross paths and renew their friendship.  The rest went from their as love blossomed.

And then I went back into the system with assignments all over the Inner Sphere.  But, it is all worth it.  I have gotten to see and do more in eleven years than most of my classmates will ever see in their entire careers. But, the but to that but is I have to be a lower rank for a longer time.

Time well spent though, David thought to himself as the last of the jumpship captains filed through to the reception line.
  
The time had passed quickly enough as David had let his mind roam in the near endless stream call to attention, salute, and parade rest.

Maybe I will not have to listen to Savang tell his story yet again of saving the Star League.


Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

As he entered the room the stand-in for his jumpship captain rechecked his suicide vest under the guise of adjusting his dress jacket and cummerbund.  Being reassured that the ten pounds of military grade heavy high explosives was still snug in the form fitting vest.  It was one of the many creations that the Taurian Freedom Army had shared with the Periphery rebels after their last summit in the Rims Worlds Republic.  The exchange of ideas, techniques, and material had paid off handsomely for all the concerned parties.  His vest was but one example of this.

“Only a short time to go before I can repay the oppressors”, the stand-in thought to himself.  He had been assigned to his post because of his close physical likeness to the captain, three major surgeries and two months recovery time had produced a near carbon copy of the real captain who right now was coordinating the various pars of the carefully planned assault on this oppressor Mech division.

“For the freedom of the people” had become his silent chant that he was going to cry out tonight as he fulfilled his mission and destiny.

Aboard a Star Lord-class jumpship in the gathered flotilla at Lothair Nadir Jump Point

One of the four Bus SA-7A shuttles being prepped to launch from the jumpship were on schedule to be able to land on the Congress-class frigate Patrick McHenry under the cover of a fuel transfer flight.  It was routine resupply of fuel for the McHenry’s fighter squadron and four small craft squad.  This provided the perfect cover for this component of the assault.  Loaded with ten tons of high explosives where passengers normally would be embarked and over two dozen of tons of fuel in the main cargo hold were primed for a massive explosion as soon the pilot hit the detonator button, the explosion awaited in turn on the stage.

Zenith Jump Point,
Uninhabited Star System,
Taurian Concordant/Federated Suns border region,
20 Light Years from Lothair.

Six black and gray ships awaited the signal to jump into the nadir jump point and to finish what the in-system components were preparing to unleash upon the oppressors’ latest unit of occupation.

This had been a long wait as the squadron was stationed here after the final stages of reactivation of the ghost ships the Periphery rebels had long kept hidden in secret bases scattered throughout the Deep Periphery.  IT had been a long costly process of getting the ships up and ready for battle and then crewing and provisioning them, but it had been accomplished.  Taurian government funds under the title of space exploration had secretly been funneled to the rebels.  In exchange for this, the Taurians had been able to acquire the squadron for use in its area of the Periphery.  This was its first mission.  The next was to jump into the New Vandenberg system to support the headhunter mission that a full battalion of Mechs and pilots had been smuggled in-system for.

The current mission was a test run as the plan was for the oppressor Mech division to be made combat ineffective before the warship squadron jumped in to finish off the ships that were left.

The crews were still untried and relatively new, but they were fanatical about their beliefs and convictions and were ready for the jump and slaughter they were going to unleash.

Excerpt from the War Diary of 326th BattleMech Division, dated 10 January, 2765.

The assault on the 326th was well prepared and thought out.  We had no idea until later just how close we were to oblivion.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #19 on: July 08, 2009, 11:42:26 PM »

XIV. Reception Part Dues
Officer’s Lounge Aboard SLS Novosibirsk,
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place between 18:00 and 19:00 hours

With his duties done on the side party, David had his jump infantry squad stand down from the parade detail and assume security detail on board the Ft. Fisher.  They were the designated ready-five troops for the evening until 2200 hours later that night.

They at least get to dress down in to some comfortable battle fatigues, David thought to himself.  Not that there is much difference in the parade dress and battle dress uniforms.

The Army thought to keep it simple when it came to uniforms.  The material was nearly tear-proof and heat and frost resistant.  Each garment piece was made of an ultra-high tech version of cotton; it was virtually indistinguishable except under a microscope.  It could be cleaned in any environment from a Hegemony dry cleaning shop to a Taurian backwoods stream on the edge of known space.  The dress drabs were little more than pressed uniforms compared to the combat drabs, but the combat version was made more baggy for the comfort of the wearer.

The Army was different in that respect from the Navy.  They kept the olive drab motif going in parade and combat dress.  The Navy set a different uniform for each occasion.

Of course it did not help the situation when the SLDF was formed that House Cameron chose to honor its roots in coming to power from the time of James McKenna, the first Director-General of the Terran Hegemony and Commanding Admiral of the HAF.  They do love those pretty dress purples

The fact David had one hanging in his quarters on board the Ft. Fisher was his very own private joke and constant source of ribbing by his battalion mates.

David walked into the Officer’s Lounge to find it nearly filled to capacity with everyone he had seen file in front of the two side parties.  He looked for a moment and saw the familiar faces of his fellow First Battalion unit leaders.  Stopping to accept a glass of water from an enlisted corporal, David made his way over through the crowded room to stand with his peers.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the purple breeches wearing blue blood come to join us lowly peasants.”

“Nice to see you too Savang, you good ole bastard son a yakuza smut peddler.”

The entire group of officers laughed heartily at the standard greeting between the two best friends.  They all knew that David and Savang had been through more skirmishes and bar fights than many of the career Master Sergeants had in a lifetime, and that was in just in the space of less than four years.  They were often jokingly referred to as identical blood brothers born to separate families two years apart, David being born in 2731 and Savang in 2729.   It was not the physical similarities because David was stocky muscular build from Scotch highlander descent versus Savang, being slim but muscular too, of Laotian descent, but more the almost identical mentality that they both shared in so many ways.

“I see that you are done with your ceremonial duties Captain, I trust you did not embarrass First Battalion or the regiment in front of the entire division,” asked Major Robert Mosteller, David’s battalion commander.

“Yes Sir, by the book and with snap and pop as you ordered, but I only commanded the side party, it was my troopers that were the real show,” David replied.

“Too modest as usual David,” Savang chimed in,” We all know that you drilled the whole platoon till they dropped and then picked the squad left standing.”

“Hey it worked didn’t it, I needed a squad that could stand for hours at attention and parade rest and not drop over from boredom or exhaustion.”

“Yeah, you can use that reason if you want David, but I think it was the month of KP duty that the Major promised you as reward if you screwed the pooch on this one.”

“Yeah Savang, that a highly motivating factor in my planning too,” David said laughingly.

The conversation went from there into each other’s families and then drifted into the journey to the Taurian Concordant.  It filled the rest of the twenty minutes until the divisional commander Major General Adamson Clark called the room’s attention to him.

“I thank you all for coming to my Commander’s Mess.  For those Captains form other ships, thanks you for attending, for my people, glad you followed orders and showed up clean and green.”

Laughter at the joke filled the room form everyone.

“Please enjoy the meal that the Novosibirsk’s Supply Department has prepared for our benefit.  I know they did their best by just looking at the fine china that the ship’s Captain has let us use.  Of course the fuel bill will be a little high as we are burning at a 1G rate to give us normal gravity.  A hat will be passed around after the dessert to help pay for it.”

More laughter came from the gathered officers.

“As all my officers know I am not one for words or long speeches, except, of course, for the special occasions where I get to chew somebody’s gluteus maximus out for screwing up.  I can become quite as eloquent as a Luthien used hovercar salesman.”

Again, the room filled with laughter.

“Please enjoy this Mess and the functions within, and now if will please follow me in.”

With that the Major General Clark turned to enter the Officer’s Mess to begin the Commander’s Mess.

David waited with the battalion staff till their regiment’s turn came up after One Brigade’s officers had filed into the Officer’s Mess Hall and Two Brigade’s group moved in.

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

He watched the oppressors with great interest as their general made jokes.  He laughed not at that man’s jokes, but because of the sheer joy he was feeling as the moment of the fulfillment of mission was so close at hand.  He silently reached inside his left jacket pocket and activated the suicide jacket’s primer.

Only a little longer and I will start the signal fire that will light way to this division’s death.

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

The rebel operative watched from the Officer’s Mess Hall as the division staff filed in one brigade group at a time.   The suicider replacing the operation’s commander had been a good idea.  The cost of the cosmetic surgeries was well worth the end result because even she could not tell the difference between the two of them.  He will be needed to coordinate the initial assaults and then the second and final phases of the destruction of this fleet.

A glorious day if I give into the propaganda training I had to endure for a week back at base camp before I came on this mission.  Maybe the movement is getting too big as we are starting to have political officers who monitor us to ensure we have the right thinking.  Then again I have been undercover for over eighteen months enduring the SLDF’s basic training for troopering and then the advanced individual training to learn how to cook for a regiment of troopers.

It was a long time to be deep undercover, but just about standard to penetrate into a position where she could accomplish her mission.  The rebel intel network did not know the exact division that was going to be brought in to relieve the 328th until three months before it actually happened.

She had finished up her training and was posted to the Replacement-Deployment Command as a replacement cook.  After the network had bribed and manipulated its contacts, the 326th had been found out as the named replacement.  A little reprogramming and a hefty bribe through an account from the Free Worlds League and a disposable asset in the Administrative Command who had met with a most unfortunate pre-arranged accident. had produced the desired cutting of orders for her to report to the SLS Novosibirsk’s Supply Department.

The next few months had seen her transferred on board and into the ship’s company.   That had been the easy part, coming in and establishing herself as the premier cook on board.  She had soon caught her department head’s eye and was known to the XO and then the Captain.

As they have always said, the easiest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

Which was partially true in unarmed combat, but it really came down to what part the body you were looking to damage or destroy.

The tricky and most difficult part had been positioning the explosives around the Mess Hall without arousing suspicion. It was the last detail that she could only do at the last minute.  No second chances, but she had done it.  The precise locations were off a bit, but would accomplish her goal of wiping out the division’s leadership in a single blast.  The suicider was really just a back-up insurance policy in case something came up.  Other than that, he was disposable.  Mainly a distraction if needed, for her to accomplish her mission if her command detonated bombs were ineffective.

Now I have a little while longer.  Get them all in here for the formal portion of the Commander’s Mess with no one wanting to have the bad grace of missing the Army toast and then bang.  An easy hit and then extraction through a lifeboat to the incoming ghost squadron and then onto New Vandenberg and history.

Aboard a Star Lord-class jumpship in the gathered flotilla at Lothair Nadir Jump Point

All is in readiness, thought the rebel captain, I never thought we would make it happen after all the long preparations and planning, but here we are about to annihilate an entire oppressor Mech division.

It had been several months of waiting to get the right connections to be assigned to the convoy joining the 326th and its attendant naval flotilla on its way to Sterope.  The bribes and blackmail had worked well though.

The Shuttle Busses will launch soon and we will be rid of the thrice dammed Congresses.

The Congresses had the best sensor suites in the fleet and were kept at Condition Two stations manned and ready to go to battle stations at a moment’s notice of something happening.  Theirs were the sensors that he had feared the most as they could pick up the incoming ghost squadron long before the rest of the flotilla did.  If they alerted the flotilla, they would have time to go to battle stations and greet the ghosts with laser fire and missiles.

But, without its eyes and the explosion killing its leadership, the 326th would become blind and confused.

A simple HPG signal is the only part I have to do now.  My Starlord has that generator hidden well in the cargo hold.

It was on constant readiness alert for his signal form the bridge.  The HPG signal itself was the signal for the ghost squadron to jump to Lothair.

Only a little longer now.


Zenith Jump Point,
Uninhabited Star System,
Taurian Concordant/Federated Suns border region,
20 Light Years from Lothair.

The rebel squadron commander received the last report that the last Lola-II destroyer was jump ready.  All was in readiness for the signal that would send them into the Periphery history books as some its greatest heroes.

Operation Prelude to Darkness was a go.
  
Excerpt from the War Diary of 326th BattleMech Division, dated 10 January, 2765.

The rebels had an executable plan to destroy us.  Inside operatives that were deep cover for assassination, a ship in system for C3, shuttles to take out our sensor frigates, the ghost battle squadron, and the other surprises they had planned for us.  It really was a viable plan.

Luckily for us, the old maxim no plan survives contact with the enemy could not have come true at a more opportune moment in the history of warfare.  Luckily for us, the Demon Murphy showed up in the form of a few valiant individuals and a whole lot of blind luck.  Luckily for us, that night fortune did not favor the bold.

Luckily for us.
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Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #20 on: July 08, 2009, 11:58:49 PM »

XV. Toast
Officer’s Mess Hall Aboard SLS Novosibirsk,
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

Distress call from SLS Novosibirsk as logged by SLS Deborah Gibson 10 January,2765.

ATTENTION ALL SHIPS: NOVOSIBIRSK HAS HAD AN EXPLOSION ON BOARD, I REPEAT, THE NOVOSIBIRSK HAS HAD AN EXPLOSION ON BOARD

The following takes place between 1900 and 1915 hours.

General Clark had chosen to start the formal dining-in with the Army Toast.  He had the option as President of the Mess to either do the Toast the start of the dinner or the finishing portion.  Being a traditionalist at heart, Clark had chosen to go with the way he had learned at Combat College on New Earth and conduct the Toast at the beginning.  When one his staffers had offered an opinion that the Toast was better conducted at the end of the dinner as was currently in favor at the Court of the Star League, where the First Lord resided and ruled, General Clark had offered the final opinion that he was doing the Toast at the beginning.  There was no further discussion on the matter

At the dinner, General Clark had started the Army Toast by offering a toast to First Lord Richard Cameron.  All the officers present repeated the toast, “To the First Lord.”  Each officer then drained his glass of the beverage it contained.  David drained his own glass of red wine, holding back the burn of the acidic wine as it hit his stomach.

I should taken an antacid before I came in here, good wine but it always burns me up if I do not remember to take one them nice little pills.

Setting his own glass back down the table he and the rest of the 125th Dragoon commanders were seated at, near the hatchway to the kitchen and food prep areas, David picked up a wine flask and began to pour refills for each officer’s glass as he was the designated “gunner” for his table.  The protocol of toasting the Head of State dictated that the toasters drink their salute in full, thus the need for a refill.  Usually the task fell to the most junior officer at the table, who was called a gunner in reference to his or her reloading the shot in each glass, but, David had been given the job.

Colonel Nyugen had been aware if some last minute detail might have prevented David from joining the regimental officers in the reception and during the entrance to being seated.  In order to cover this possibility, the Colonel had moved the most junior Captain to David’s seat with the First Battalion staff and put David in his place.  This way David could come in late and not cause a major disruption at the General’s dinner and call attention to their table.

Its all right though, I have never been a big drinker, that honor has always fallen to Savang.  God, the times we have had in bar fights when he has made one too many comments that a fellow patron had not liked.

Hatchway to Food Prep Area, Officer’s Mess, SLS Novosibirsk

A female enlisted soldier stood in the hatchway to the food prep area next to the Officer’s Mess.

What the hell is that idiot waiting for?  He was supposed to have blown his suicide jacket when the General was making the Toast to the First Lord.

We are not going to have another chance if he doesn’t do it.

She moved her hand slowly down to feel the wireless detonator we was carrying that would detonate the bombs she had planted under each table.

Each minute the fool waits we run an increasing risk someone find out what is going on.

Table designated to Convoy Jumpship Captains

Any moment now, any moment now, the false captain thought.

He had given into the impulse to let the officers have one last drink and salute to the First Lord before he toggled the switch that take him and rest of the Mess Hall’s occupants to the afterlife.

That was the promise that he had been given by the rebel terrorist cell that had recruited him on the campus the Concordant University of Pinard.   He had been in the most radical student protest movements on campus.  After a careful background check, he had been picked up by two of the cell members in his apartment one night.  The offer had been simple, join the cell and help rid the Periphery of the Star League oppressors.  They had not had to finish that the statement he was not going to live if he refused because he had virtually screamed for joy at the chance to do some real damage to the occupiers.

The long months of training and waiting and recovery form his surgeries almost at an end.

125th Dragoons Regimental Table

David had finished pouring the next “shot” for a fellow company commander in the Third Battalion when the next officer slipped loose her glass and dropped it under the table.  She started to bend over and retrieve, but David told her he would retrieve the glass as it was one of his duties as “gunner”.

Leaning down to retrieve the glass from the floor, he noticed a small blink of red light that reminded of something he had saw in the past.  Alarm bells in the back of his mind immediately went off as David recognized a remote detonator for explosives.  Part of his supplemental training in the Intelligence Command had been an elective basic course in explosive ordnance that covered everything from types of explosives to their blast power to how to disarm the basic types.  It was the course that the Bomb Disposal Teams got, but it offered personnel a chance to survive an encounter with a bomb.

Damn, I am glad I took that course now instead of the Social Protocols of the Capellan Confederation seminar.

If that is a remote device, then it means someone is either in here or can see what is going on.

Raising back up without undue haste, David handed the glass back to the female Captain who had dropped it and leaned over to refill her glass.

He leaned in very close to her left ear and whispered, ”Gibraltar”, a second’s pause, then in a steady rhythmic tone,” sitrep, bomb under table, alert rest of staff, will advise further.”

The female Captain froze instantly and then regained her composure as quickly as she had lost it.  “Gibraltar”
was an emergency alert phrase the regimental staff had worked out months ago before leaving Chatham.  It was to be used if there was an immediate threat to anyone who heard the phrase.  They had rehearsed several times and come to the current practiced procedure of giving a situation report and then the threat with any follow courses of action.   The phrase was one of many that had been conceived and given out after the regiment role-played out several terrorist threats and their responses.  Gibraltar was the one they feared the most as it meant a life threatening scenario was in progress and they quite possibly under observation.  Any sudden moves or obvious responses could tip off any terrorists and have any traps set off before a response that got people out of harm’s way could be done.

The Captain responded by silently nodding her head and then accepted her filled glass.  She waited until David had moved on and then acted as if she had a comment to make to the next person at the table to whisper the alert phrase.

David slowly rose and moved to the next glass.  Moving around he took a quick glance without drawing any attention trying to find anyone that stood out.  Seeing no one suspicious in the room immediately, he started removing potential threats as he mentally polled the mass of people around him seated around him.

A chance look as he calmly poured the next glass full of wine, he saw an enlisted trooper in the hatchway to the food prep area.  She had a distressed look on her face.  Her hand was reaching back and forth into her dress pants pocket.  But, the most striking thing that David noticed was she had no serving dish or wine flask to bring into the Mess Hall.

Something odd there.

She has the uniform of an enlisted cook, but does not have an apron or any cooking apparels that those troopers pride them on.

I wonder.

He risked a second glance.

Commanding General’s Table

General Clark was pleased with the progress the gunners were making in refilling glasses.  He was about ready to signal the next toast presenter to begin the toast to the 326th Division.

He started to raise his glass and nod his head to the 225th Regiment’s commander when he noticed that he was not at his assigned seat.

Odd, I would thought as pompous as him would have been here just waiting to have moment in the spotlight.

General Clark looked around for a moment and turned to the Colonel commanding the 392nd Battle Regiment to ask for him to continue the Toast without Colonel Amarisson.

Jumpship Captains’ Table

The time is at hand,  the false captain thought to himself,Soon I be a hero to all the Periphery.

125th Dragoons Table

David slowly edged his way towards the hatchway and the mysterious enlisted trooper.  He had had a minute to digest the room and its occupants for any threats.  No one except the one enlisted trooper in the hatchway had showed any, however slight, suspicious behavior.  David quickly decided to concentrate on her as she was the only target he could locate.

Her still standing in the hatchway with no serving platters or wine flasks after the second time had been the deciding factor.  The distressed look was gone from her face as though she had seen whatever cue she was looking for.

Not a good sign for me or everyone else.  If she is the person with the remote detonator, she must be getting ready to set the bomb or bombs off.

David slowly set the wine flask down on the end of the table and moved his hand down the sidearm holster attached to his sword belt.

Hatchway to Food Prep Area.

The female operative saw the False Captain begin to stir.  He seemed ready to complete his mission.
Good, I do not have to blow him to bits before he sets off his suicide vest.

She had nearly panicked when he had not detonated his vest when the Toast to the First Lord had been given.

She continued to look in his general direction and actually smiled subconsciously before she knew and tried to stop it before anyone noticed.

125th Dragoons Table

David saw the trooper in the hatchway smile ever so slightly and knew he had to act.  He pulled his pistol from its holster in a smooth well practiced motion and brought it up to his other hand in a perfect tow handed grip and drew his bead of aim on his target.

Breath, finger to trigger…

Jumpship Captains’ Table

The False Captain jerked his chair back and leaped up with all the strength that his pumped up adrenaline could muster.  He cleared the table with a single footstep and landed on the floor running.  Gaining his balance quickly, he set off towards the Commanding General’s Table at a dead run, his finger in his jacket pocket on the detonator.

125th Dragoons Table

Aim, exhale…

Hatchway to Food Prep Area

She was ready.

Its time., she thought as she saw the False Captain on his final run to glory.   

She reached one last time into her dress drabs pocket and retrieved the detonator and hit the primer button bringing all the bombs from standby to full readiness status.

What is that?, she thought as she suddenly saw a movement out of the corner of her eye near one of the regimental seating tables.

Commanding General’s Table

General Clark nodded to the commander of the 392nd Battle Regiment to give the Toast to the 326th BattleMech Division.  He saw a jumpship captain throw his chair back and leap across his table. Landing, the man charged straight for Clark’s table.

Clark started to shout for someone to restrain the man as he was some officers at one table suddenly duck down and saw others nearer him rise from their chairs and try to catch the charging captain.  He saw the man reach into his jacket pocket and smile ghuely.

What the hell?, was the last thought Clark ever had as the world turned firey red for a brief flash and then it was blackness.

Hatchway to Food Prep Area

She saw an officer raising a ballistic pistol at her.

Is he insane?  If one of those rounds hits a bulkhead, we’ll all dieI

She moved her thumb to trigger the first detonator sequence.

Just then she realized just then her self survival instinct had just killed her as the Officer’s Mess was deep within armored hull of the Troop Cruiser.

No bullet can penetrate its hide from in here., as a hail of shots hit her.

125th Dragoons Table exact same instant

Squeeze...

David’s world went from concentrated aim to pitch black as a concussion shock wave hit him.  The blackness came almost instantly.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #21 on: July 08, 2009, 11:59:32 PM »

XVI. The Four Congresses
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

Excerpt from the War Diary of 326th BattleMech Division, dated 10 January, 2765.

It was one of the ironies of warfare that the very distress signal the Novosibirsk sent was one of the triggers to launching the rebels’ second wave of assaults after the first wave of bombings.

The following takes place between 1915 and 1925 hours.

Convoy Security Vector Three, SLS Patrick McHenry

The mid-watch shift had been strictly routine for the watch crew that evening. The morning watch had turned over the bridge with simple housekeeping messages and reports for the Captain shortly before he passed command of the McHenry to the Executive Officer.  The Captain had taken a shuttle bus over to the slowly developing traffic jam in space around the Novosibirsk in the late afternoon.  A pair of aerospace fighters from the McHenry’s fighter squadron had escorted their Captain over.  The fighters had returned after turning over the shuttle’s security to the three squadrons of the 9867th Fighter Wing, which was the full complement of one of the Titan-class carrier dropships from that the Novosibirsk.

With the Captain off the 326th Division Commander’s formal Dining-In, the XO stood watch with the Officer of the Deck on the bridge.  The ship was returning to the outbound approach on vector three resuming its sentry duty.  A Congress’s sensors were some of the best in the Fleet, only the ultra-high tech Bug’s Eye class had a more powerful senor suite.  But, the Bug’s Eyes were purpose built spy ships, extremely fast and able to hide in plain sight, virtually indistinguishable from many kinds of civilian dropships.  The Congresses were different with slower speeds and slightly less powerful sensors, but tougher armor and had a much heavier weapons suites.

With these abilities, Congresses were typically assigned to warship squadrons as picket ships.  Thus, was the McHenry conducting a 1G burn to resume her patrol around the edges of the gathered convoy at the nadir jump point.

The two most significant weaknesses of the entire class though were a lack of fighter support with only one squadron embarked and a small fuel bunker that fed the warship and its attached small craft, dropships, and fighters.   The former was cured by the first dropship class made for a warship class, the Pentagon[ class,   which were little more that fast gunboats the size of dropships.  The latter was harder to fix because even thought the class had a huge cargo capability, it proved unsuitable to maintain portable fuel bladders without significant danger from fumes, fire, and exposure to battle damage.

The only solution that had proved viable was to have fuel flown aboard and directly pumped into the fuel bunkers aboard ship.  While it was slow going with supply craft coming going, it was very viable as the small craft could be stowed or launched on more short notice than a docking dropship tanker could.

Being of the last days at the Lothair jump point, all four Congresses in the flotilla were taking on stores and fuel.  Two of these warships were attached to the 897th Battle Squadron that was the convoy’s main escort, while the other two belonged to the 535th Squadron.

As fate would not have it, but a bribe to a civilian official in the Resupply Command on Terra would, it had been arranged the refueling to all four warships to be brought in by SA-7A shuttle buses.

All four shuttle buses were in the final landing pattern or already docked with the warships in their small craft bays.

On the bridge McHenry, the enlisted rating manning the flight control station noted that another SA-7A Bus had docked and preparing to begin transferring fuel from its cargo hold to the ship’s fuel bunkers.  He made a notation on his screen and returned to coordinating the countdown to the launching of a Pentagon dropship from docking collar number 2.

Small Craft Bay, SLS Patrick McHenry

His operational part of the plan had succeeded thus far.  He had docked and was in the process of feigning a problem with the Bus’s fuel transfer pump.  He was just marking time until he could detonate his volatile cargo and destroy the McHenry

Bridge of the SLS Patrick McHenry.

The enlisted rating at flight control was in the process of talking to the pilot of the recently docked SA-7A Bus about a fuel pump that was seemingly broken.  He was in the process of telling the Bus pilot that he was about to send a maintenance team to have a look at the problem when the Communications Station erupted in a panicked squelch of static and message.

ATTENTION ALL SHIPS: NOVOSIBIRSK HAS HAD AN EXPLOSION ON BOARD, I REPEAT, THE NOVOSIBIRSK HAS HAD AN EXPLOSION ON BOARD

The enlisted rating at the flight control station had his attention diverted by this.  The pilot of the SA-7A Bus had given it his undivided attention too.  It was the signal he had been waiting for.  He pressed a simple numerical key on his control board in the cockpit.

The detonator went in two sequences.  A shaped charge blew open a huge rupture in a previously weakened section of the Bus’s cargo bay.  The rush of highly volatile fuel rushed out to form a pool a meter deep within the confined spaces of the small craft bay.  The small craft crews were drenched in the stuff as it spewed out.  They left wondering what had happened when the second part of the sequenced detonation went off and started a chain reaction that imploded in the belly of theMcHenry.  The explosion itself heavily damaged the spine of the ship, but it was the connected line to the fuel bunkers that did the real damage when the fireball from the small craft bay exploded the bunkers.  The bunkers lit off the warships magazines which in turn consumed the ship from within.  The McHenry’s crew had only a few seconds to realize the ship was crumpling from within as the fire and explosion rippled throughout the ship.  When it hit the damaged spine, the warship was torn in half.

Only the Pentagon that was about to launch had a chance and even it was extremely damaged when it was blasted from its docking collar by force of the ammunition magazines exploded.  Three-quarters of the crew died form the shock wave and being thrown about the inside of the dropship like rag dolls.  The few survivors sealed their space suits and fought back the flames aboard as best they could.  After three desperate minutes, the crew abandoned ship in the last two functioning lifeboats.

Aboard a Star Lord-class jumpship at Lothair Nadir Jump Point

The operation was finally starting to look like it would work.  The bombs on the Novosibirsk had gone off and should have eliminated the command staff entirely.  The operative on board had not reported back yet, but that had been factored into the planning as the bombs could have knocked out her laser comm link with the Star Lord.  The distress call from the stricken troop cruiser had been received.  Two minutes later the sentry frigates guarding the flotilla had been destroyed by the suicide shuttle buses.   One of them had actually broken in half instead of simply exploding in every direction.

Time to launch the third and final phase of this deathtrap and be done with it.

With that thought the Captain keyed a command into his console that ran a preset command batch that fired off an energy burst from the HPG generator in the specially modified ship’s cargo hold.

They will be here in a few minutes and I can finally be rid of this damned Star League disguise and restore my ship to its true glory as the flagship of the resurrected Taurian Freedom Army.

Zenith Jump Point,
Uninhabited Star System,
Taurian Concordant/Federated Suns border region,
20 Light Years from Lothair.

An energy burst ripped the fabric of space and time to reveal an HPG signal.  The six ghost warships had finally received their summonings to the Lothair system.  They went to general quarters commenced the jump.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #22 on: July 09, 2009, 12:00:24 AM »

XVII. The Ghost Squadron
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 1925 hours.

The first sign of an incoming threat to the flotilla was the infrared signature of several ships conducting a hyperspace jump.  Each ship gave off an I.R. signature that normally would have been detectable several minutes from the time of departure form the point of origin.  But, the flotilla at anchor around Lothair’s nadir jump point was experiencing a moment that was anything ordinary.

The four Congress-class frigates that would have sounded the alarm were gone, victims of shuttle bus suicide bombs that destroyed the warships before they knew what hit them.   The flotilla had also suffered a loss of leadership with an explosion aboard the Novosibirsk during a Commander’s Mess.  The various ships in the flotilla were going to general quarters as best they could, but the state of confusion they were suffering a malaise that let open a brief door of opportunity for anyone bold enough to step through.

Six jumping warships turned out to be who was bold enough to step though.  The only ships that detected them initially were the Lola-class destroyers Fletcher and Blue that were providing close escort to the Potemkin Novosibirsk, which would normally have detected the ships also but was focused upon mounting rescue and damage control operations in the Officer’s Mess in its massive belly.  All three had been at modified general quarters.  All stations were manned, but in a relaxed atmosphere without the expectation of combat.  The Blue was trailing the Novosibirsk to its right aft at an angle that placed her out of the main fields of fire for the Potemkin, but in position to provide rapid response in case of attack.  The Fletcher was in a similar position to port fore also at an angle that placed her at a slight lead of the three ship grouping which was situated at roughly at the five o’clock position in relation to the jump point.

The remainder of the 535th Armored Transport Squadron was positioned at the three o’clock position at anchor twenty kilometers from the nadir jump point.  The rest of the flotilla was spread out in a semi-circle around and behind the 535th.  The 897th Battle Squadron was interspersed among them with its four Luxor-class cruisers and two Essex-class destroyers in various escort positions.  The 897th‘s two Congress frigates had been posted around the flotilla with the 535th’s two frigates in patrol arcs designed to give early detection of any incoming threats to the jump point and the flotilla.  Both had been destroyed just a few minutes prior leaving the 897th Squadron in the dark as much as the 535th.

Thus was the situation at the nadir jump point when the first in a series of hyperspace jumps deposited six new warships in the Lothair system.  The ships were of a ghost squadron that the Periphery rebels had kept hidden for the better part of one hundred and sixty-nine years after the end of the Reunification War in 2596.  The ships came through the jump in quick succession and began to form up in an attack formation.

The commander of the ghost squadron was listening to the reports of his command staff as they dressed the formation and sent out last minute orders before they commenced their first full scale naval battle.  He was quite the martinet who firmly believer in proper procedure to ensure a successful engagement.  His staff was always quick to make any corrections necessary before he launched into a tirade when something was not right to his specifications.  They had come out of jump into the nadir jump point at southeasterly heading towards the three warships that were their initial targets, a massive troop cruiser and two escorting destroyers.

The rebel commander noted that his squadron was nearly in formation.  He was watching a small holo-screen that was updating the tactical environment he was about to plunge his unit into.  His Monsoon-class battleship the Audacious, was the flagship of the squadron and its main muscle.  The Audacious had been one of the best kept secrets from the chaotic years of the Reunification War.  She had been captured by marine borders during the mammoth two week long naval engagement at the Battle of Robsart that saw a clash of the titans between one hundred Taurian warships and one hundred and twenty Star League warships.  The Audacious had been reported lost in action after she had chased three Taurian Winchester-class cruisers and then disappeared in the outer system in an asteroid belt.  A hasty search had found a large debris field, but no trace of the battleship or its prey.  A quick conclusion that the ships were destroyed in the battle was reported by a Vincent-class corvette commander who was dealing with damaged ship himself.  Wanting to return to the main fleet, he listed the Audacious as lost in action and having found no survivors.  The report was passed up the chain of command and quickly accepted as the final conclusion.  The League fleet at Robsart was already coming to grips with had a huge butcher’s bill of over thirty damaged and destroyed warships for its victory at Robsart.

The actual truth was only known to the highest levels of the Taurian Admiralty after the naval battle.  Audacious had been captured in a last ditch desperate boarding action by the marine detachments aboard the Winchesters.   It had been a hard fought action that saw no quarter shown or granted by either side.  The battleship itself gutted two of the cruisers before she was lost after the Taurian marines took the bridge and main engineering compartments.   Only twenty marines had been left out of a total of one hundred and sixty-eight troops that had blasted on board at the beginning of the action.  A hastily assembled prize crew was ferried over to crew the new Taurian warship.  The marines and naval party secured the slow drift that the ship had been left after the takeover and attached a towline from the last Winchester, which then ragged the battleship deeper into the asteroid field.  Shutting down all but the most absolute minimum systems such as life support and heating, the two ships became radar ghosts for three weeks.  The Winchester limped out to a pirate jump point and went for relief located at a Taurian naval base at Bromhead.  A Scoutclass jumpship had taken a recovery dropship with parts and a skeleton crew to bring the ship back.

A few months later the Audacious had been secretly jumped by an out of the way route to the outer portion of Flannagan’s Nebula where hidden Taurian naval base located.  She had been refitted somewhat with priority going to the weapons and armor first, the rest of the damage later.  It had taken fifteen years to accomplish even restoring the weapons as battle after battle drew off resources that been allocated to the Audacious.  The armor last possible repairs had been completed when the Star Guards finally penetrated the Nebula defenses after four long bloody years.

Desperate to keep the battleship out of the hands of the hated League invaders, the Taurian commander of the outpost had her jumped an isolated and uninhabited planetary system.  The system itself was designated for as the last ditch fallback position for any Taurian ship that could make the jump to it if and when the Star League penetrated the Flannagan’s Nebula defenses.  A small group of ragtag survivors had been in the last stages of preparing for a counterattack aimed at trying to somehow delay the Star League forces battering down the last lines of defense.  They had been in final countdown for jump when a courier ship arrived with the news that Taurian Protector Marantha Calderon had just surrendered the Concordant in an attempt to spare the people of the six major Taurian planets in the Hyades Cluster from a vengeful Star League shortly before she committed suicide.

The group of ships had stood down in accordance with the Protector’s last orders.  They quickly hatched a plan to disperse the ships to hiding places throughout the Concordant in an effort to save them for a possible time when the Taurian Concordant could successfully rebel against the Star League.   After being mothballed, the warships stood a cold and lonely vigil at various holding points for over one hundred and fifty years.  The death of First Lord Simon Cameron had signaled a chance that the time of liberation may have come.  A coordinated effort by a Periphery-wide rebel coalition had bore fruits when the Audacious had been successfully reactivated to serve in the new War of Independence that had started with the secession of New Vandenberg and seventeen other worlds from the Star League.

The commander looked at the other five blips on his screen.  A trio of Lola II destroyers that had been left bought from several unscrupulous dealers in the Inner Sphere that had been paid by the Star League Defense Forces to scrap the ships.  They had been bought at a tremendous cost, but it was one the rebels had been prepared to make because of the chance to meet the SLDF Navy on an equal footing in a naval encounter.  A Dart-class light cruiser, which  was another survivor form the Reunification War that had been in hiding for as long as the Audacious, backed the squadron with a boost of needed firepower.   The last warship was the other heavy hitter in the ghost squadron.  She was a Riga-class frigate that the rebels had taken great pride in stealing from a naval mothball yard in Federated Suns system of Galax where she and several of her sisters had been in mothballs after being decommissioned in the late 2730’s.  It had taken a recovery team six months to glide in from a pirate point under stealthy two tenths of a G thrust to the gathered fleet of mothballed ships.  A week of intensive, but very low-key preparations had reactivated the warships drive and jump systems.  A hurried charge to the drive had given them enough power to hot jump the Riga  and they were away before they were noticed by the lax security forces that the SLDF had hired to guard the mothball yard.  After being refitted and made ready for service in the rebel fleet, the Riga had been united with the ghost squadron to round it out to an even six ships.  The end result was a battle squadron that had been selected for a two part operation that marked the hoped for beginning of the end of the hated Star League occupation forces.

The rebel commander ordered the squadron to target the first group designated ships for destruction.  The squadron commenced the assault.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #23 on: July 09, 2009, 08:34:46 AM »

I went ahead and posted up several more chapters for you to chew on for a while.  I am on the road on vacation till Tuesday or Wednesday next week.  I will try to check in to answer any questions that may come up.  Have fun with it  Grin

Takiro Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #24 on: July 09, 2009, 10:01:43 AM »

Have a great vacation SC, I'll put this in the fridge. Its alot to chew on. Wink

MechRat Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #25 on: July 09, 2009, 12:29:55 PM »

Thanks for the chapters, SC!

Quote from: Takiro on July 09, 2009, 10:01:43 AM
Have a great vacation SC

Yes, enjoy yourself but be safe. We need you back here to continue this story. Grin


Quote from: Takiro on July 09, 2009, 10:01:43 AM
I'll put this in the fridge. Its alot to chew on. Wink

If you like to chew on words... Cheesy While I love to read, I'd prefer to chew on other delicacies. Wink Grin

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #26 on: July 09, 2009, 04:10:38 PM »

More to read.

It seems your units are having independent command companies.
I am not sure this was standard.

Rainbow 6 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #27 on: July 09, 2009, 06:43:58 PM »

Nice, looks like another good book too read on here, thanks SC.

muttley Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #28 on: July 11, 2009, 10:35:17 PM »

Great attention to detail!

blacktigeractual Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #29 on: July 13, 2009, 06:49:06 PM »

  Hell of a good tale so far.
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Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #30 on: July 25, 2009, 10:31:14 PM »

XVIII. Waking Up
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 1920 hours.


The first that David noted he was still alive was the resounding wailing of a ship’s alarm in his ears, followed by a wave of painful sensations from all over his body.

Pain is my friend.  Pain is my ally.  Pain lets me know I am alive.  I know am alive, therefore I can do.

The thought mantra was a simple one that had been quite literally drilled into him by the training cadre of operators when he was undergoing qualifications for the Special Operations Command.  Pain made him know he was alive and it let him focus his attention to becoming functional again.

Slowing propping himself up on his left elbow, David tried to regain his senses.  The last thing he remembered was firing at the female corporal who had had a remote bomb detonator and then explosions.  Reaction to that thought sprung him to his feet in a shock of movement that immediately sent him crashing back onto the deck as a tidal wave of nausea over took his body.

Well that was a bad idea, David thought as he cautiously rose a second time.  The room was spinning only slightly less when he regained his balance.  Mentally tallying his body parts, David noted he probably had a mild concussion to the head and probably had cuts and bruises in more places than he cared to count at the moment.  No major bleeding and no broken bones, just a lot of aches and some minor bleeding from the cuts.

He reached over for his pistol to retrieve it.  Checking the hammer and action, David ejected the next round in the breech and chambered a new round.  Having cleared any chance of a misfire from the round left in the chamber after the blast explosion, David quickly advanced the few feet separating him and the female corporal.  It was only then that David noticed that he was in the galley that was next to the Officer’s Mess Hall.  A bulkhead door had closed between the galley and mess hall.

We both must have been pushed in here by the force of the blast waves from the explosions and the bulkhead closed because of the explosions.  I have to make sure the detonator is disarmed and get her under control.

Approaching the corporal, David kept his sidearm pointed at her in case she was faking being injured.
He turned her over and saw immediately she had four impact wounds across the chest and two more on her left hand where the remote bomb detonator had been.  A quick check to her neck for a pulse turned up a weak heartbeat.

All right, run the ABCs for her trauma.  Pull her head back and then her jaw, her tongue is not down her throat and I do not see any vomit. So no blockage.

Next, check breathing, her breathing sounds normal, no gasping or couching or noises as she breaths, clear there.

Third comes compression, time to control her bleeding.

Yanking off his ASU school rag off, David made a quick major wound compress and held it to chest wounds to control the bleeding there.  Holding the school rag on her chest his knee, David unbuckled his belt from his dress drabs to use to make a tourniquet on her left arm.   Keeping a steady amount of pressure on the school rag, he wrapped the belt around the corporal’s arm and threaded the end of the belt through the buckle and then pulled the loop closed tight.

That will hold long enough till she can be gotten to a sickbay.  No way is she going to die before we get a chance to interrogate for all she knows about what happened in the officer’s mess.

David reached down to his web belt that held his vibro-sword and sidearm to retrieve a personal comm device and thumbed it to active from standby.  He called for his jump infantry platoon leader, Lieutenant Andrea Peterson.

“Andrea, get your platoon down here on the double, I have a prisoner I need contained and I need as much rescue equipment you can get here on the double.”

“Roger that sir,” she replied quickly,” the ready five squad is en route now, I sent them through the main companion way, but they are not able to access the Officer’s Mess, the connecting doorway has an emergency bulkhead slammed down on it.  It’s getting no power.”

“Send them around the port access way and get to the galley on the double.  I think we can get through the bulkhead here and get to people inside.”

“I’m on it sir.”

Two minutes later a jump infantry squad in battle drabs came to the galley at the double.  The squad leader stopped to salute David, who returned the salute and began giving orders.

“Secure this prisoner on the Ft. Fisher immediately.  I want her patched up and then thrown in the brig.  Keep a guard on her constantly and post it as a suicide watch just in case she tried to end her life before we interrogate her.”

The squad leader pointed to two troopers telling them to pick up the prisoner and double time it back to the Ft. Fisher.  As they were going, David continued.

“We need to get this bulkhead open and get inside the Officer’s Mess.  The entire divisional leadership in there and we are the closet them to a rescue team that is on scene at the moment.”

The squad leader replied,” The ship’s damage control teams are trying to get through the bulkhead on the other side of the Mess Hall.  We got the LT’s message and double timed it over here.  A damage control party is on its way also, just behind us.”
 
As if on cue, a damage control team from the Novosibirsk appeared in the galley.  David directed them to the bulkhead and stood back as they bypassed the emergency shutting mechanism on the door.   As soon as they got the door unlocked, David gave the hatch a hard tug and went through the hatchway to the scene of hell on the other side.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #31 on: July 26, 2009, 12:30:51 PM »

At least someone has still his head to think about the situation.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #32 on: July 29, 2009, 01:45:03 AM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on July 09, 2009, 04:10:38 PM
It seems your units are having independent command companies.
I am not sure this was standard.

I did not find any concrete evidence either way as far as if they were standard or not.  Looking at the SB Mercs (Some entries about an "old SLDF battalion configuration" ex.: 4 lances per company, 4 companies total with an independent command lance), Wolf's Dragoons SB (they ran battalion and regimental command units and being part of the SLDF's modern successors), and the chart in the SLSB (divisional commander has a medium Mech battalion for thier use).

Mostly adds flavor and I really believe that the SLDF had basic configs for its units, but there was alot of variety that TPTB have not ever really explored yet.

Tactically and strategicaly I think it adds a unit that hte commander directly has for his/her use while leaving the main unit intact and available for missions without diluting its strength with detachments for HQ security.   

Anyway, this is probably a too long response, heh.

Hope it helps.  Smiley

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #33 on: July 29, 2009, 10:56:52 AM »

XVIV. Rescue Ops
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 1925 hours.
David went through the opened bulkhead hatch expecting it to be bad, it was worse.  It was a scene that he could only describe in words later as hell on earth.  Bodies were strewn all around him almost all blackened to some extent.  Many were moving and screaming in pain from wounds and burns.  All too many more were showing no signs of movement at all.  Fires were grimly flickering all around the room from the blast explosions.
The main lighting circuits must have overloaded as the ship’s emergency lighting was on adding shades of white, red, and yellow to the scene.

As he moved further into the room David saw many of the dinner tables were overturned, while others were little more than piles of splinters and fragments.  Smoke filled the air as did the smell of explosive materials.  The scent of blood spilled violently permeated the air throughout the compartment.  It left a tangy taste of copper in the air, while the fires danced eerie shadows around the room in a grim hellish dance of light and darkness

Gathering himself for the second time in ten minutes, David turned to the hatchway and called forward the gathered personnel on the other side.

“All right, let’s go, jump troopers are to render first-aid to any survivors.  Damage control party, I want these fires out ASAP.  Move with a purpose people.”

David first moved himself towards the 125th Dragoons table to search for his friends and fellow officers.  The first person he reached was his fellow company commander Captain Savang Moua.  He rolled Savang over and checked him for the ABC’s of trauma.  Seeing no airway blockage, detecting breathing, and finding no wounds outside of a few minor cuts and abrasions, David shook Savang gently on the shoulder to get him to come to.

Savang woke with a start.  David waited a few seconds for Savang to regain his composure and then explained quickly what had happened.

“We saw you draw your weapon and fire.  Then we heard the explosion over at the General’s table.  The Colonel threw his end of the table up towards us; I guess it saved a few of us.”

David looked around to most the officers at his end of the table, mainly the company commanders, were lying about, he started to hear some them starting to stir from unconsciousness as two of his troopers rendered first aid to the survivors.  Suzanne Dean, the other First Battalion Company Officer seemed intact.  One of the Third Battalion officers had a large fragment splinter from an exploded table through his right leg, but he seemed to be the worse one.  Looking across the overturned table, David saw what remained of the command staff from the 125th Dragoons.  The Regiment was going to mourn the loss of five fine officers when it had the time to mourn.

Turning around to Savang, David said,” Savang, I need you take charge of our group, see if anyone needs further medical care, I am going to send over a squad to help you start a triage of who we can save and those we can only help comfort from their pain.  It’s going to be hell for you to make that cal, but I can trust you to do it, I have to check the rest of hall and make sure there are no other devices left.”

Savang tried to smile but could only manage a grim look.

“OK, I will do my best.”

“I know you will Savang, I know you will.”

David stood up and called over the jump squad’s Sergeant.

“Help Captain Moua set-up triage, when the rest of your platoon arrives, have third squad help the Captain.  Second and fourth squads are to conduct a sweep for more devices and any survivors we may miss on the first sweep of the Mess Hall.  I will take half your squad and begin make a quick sweep first.”

“Roger that Sir, I will hold here to communicate with Lieutenant Peterson and set-up a triage point with Captain Moua.”

“All then, let’s get going again,” David said as he gathered three troopers to begin a quick search of the rest the Hall.
Moving across the room on a deliberate pattern, David fanned the half of a squad in a line and began looking for any additional bomb devices that were either not exploded or left over as secondary devices to harm any rescue parties that responded to the first blasts.  They did find several bombs under tables that either was overturned or actually still standing upright.  When any of them did see one, they would all stop and wait. David would approach it and very carefully remove any detonators he found attached to them.  Placing the detonators away from the explosive devices, David would signal the team to move ahead.  It took time to do this, but it had to be done.       

Finally after five very long, very tedious minutes the team had finished searching the room.  David had seen many dead, but just as many survivors.  The bombs had gone off in only about half of the room; the other half had not escaped though as the blast forces and the resulting shrapnel from the many chairs, tables, dinnerware, and even the seat occupants or likely their articles of hardened clothing such as belt buckles or even some of their metallic medals, had been more than enough to injure nearly everyone in the Mess Hall to some extent.

The search had left David and his squad near the head of setting of the tables for the General’s Mess.  It was located near where everyone had entered from the reception area that was off to the portside of the Mess Hall that was closet to one the two main small craft bays along the spine of the Novosibirsk.

Still, it is more than enough hell for anyone I know of.

Looking around at the room, David remembered to send the half squad with him back to helping the wounded.  David himself took a moment to gather himself as the sheer size of what had happened overtook him finally.  Before now he had been merely reacting as his training had taken over his being.  Now that he had reached a moment where he could only sit back and direct the rescue effort, he became himself again.

Damn, damn, damn, why here, why us, we were only here to serve the League by keeping the peace.

While thinking of that David noticed a slight movement at the Commanding General’s table.  Approaching from the side, he noticed what looked like a jumpship captain very badly burned slowly regaining his senses.  He slowly stood up and looked about him.   
David called out to him,” Sir, let me help you.”

The jumpship captain seemed to finally notice David and turned in his direction.  David saw the captain wearing a vest through the burnt remnants of a dress shirt that had the exact duplicate of what David had been defusing the last several minutes.  The man seemed to have a sudden rage as if he had been denied what should have been the best moment of his life.  He reached down to his coat pocket to retrieve something as if he were going to try to accomplish what he had not done before.

The first shot hit his hand shattering it and forcing it back from his coat pocket.  The second finished the removal of his hand and then the third and forth shots had hit in both knees driving to the floor onto his back.

The false jumpship captain had heard the report of the firearm, had felt the impact of the first round until the second had removed his hand at the wrist which had overwhelmed his senses.  He did manage to make out the sound of the spent and empty cartridges hitting the floor and the recoil of the firearm placing another round into the firing chamber.  He looked up with homicidal eyes to see an approaching officer who seemed to have a look that was even more enraged than his own.  He then heard the words: You fucking murdering bastard.

The false captain lived long enough to manage to hear the first bullet leaving the officer’s sidearm as the rest of the clip was emptied into his skull the split second before it exploded into a thousand pieces across the room.

David pressed the magazine release switch on the side of his sidearm.  As it dropped, the smoking and empty clip fell onto the headless corpse in front of him.  David slapped home another magazine and pulled the bolt back to chamber new round without a regret.

David turned to move over to the Commanding General’s table to see if anyone was there he could help.  He holstered his sidearm once again as he kneeled over a pile of Star League purple covered in blood.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #34 on: July 29, 2009, 03:13:24 PM »

Only one bomb specialist available?

Quote from: Savage Coyote on July 29, 2009, 01:45:03 AM
I did not find any concrete evidence either way as far as if they were standard or not.  Looking at the SB Mercs (Some entries about an "old SLDF battalion configuration" ex.: 4 lances per company, 4 companies total with an independent command lance), Wolf's Dragoons SB (they ran battalion and regimental command units and being part of the SLDF's modern successors), and the chart in the SLSB (divisional commander has a medium Mech battalion for thier use).

Mostly adds flavor and I really believe that the SLDF had basic configs for its units, but there was alot of variety that TPTB have not ever really explored yet.

Tactically and strategicaly I think it adds a unit that hte commander directly has for his/her use while leaving the main unit intact and available for missions without diluting its strength with detachments for HQ security. 

Anyway, this is probably a too long response, heh.

Hope it helps.  Smiley

Ask Knightmare about that point.

blacktigeractual Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #35 on: July 30, 2009, 12:45:41 AM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on July 29, 2009, 01:45:03 AM
I did not find any concrete evidence either way as far as if they were standard or not.  Looking at the SB Mercs (Some entries about an "old SLDF battalion configuration" ex.: 4 lances per company, 4 companies total with an independent command lance), Wolf's Dragoons SB (they ran battalion and regimental command units and being part of the SLDF's modern successors), and the chart in the SLSB (divisional commander has a medium Mech battalion for thier use).

Mostly adds flavor and I really believe that the SLDF had basic configs for its units, but there was alot of variety that TPTB have not ever really explored yet.

Tactically and strategicaly I think it adds a unit that hte commander directly has for his/her use while leaving the main unit intact and available for missions without diluting its strength with detachments for HQ security.   

Anyway, this is probably a too long response, heh.

Hope it helps.  Smiley
  First off thanx for the recent update, good stuff.  Secondly the 4 lance 4 company unit you are refering to is a SLDF independent Assault Battalion, one of the Merc supplements described its make up.  Secondly if memory serves Independent regiments in general used seperate command lances at battalion level and a company at Regimental level.  For some reason the division based units didn't  hence the reason the Overlord only carries 36 mech not a proper 40.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #36 on: July 30, 2009, 02:16:19 AM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on July 29, 2009, 03:13:24 PM
Only one bomb specialist available?

Ask Knightmare about that point.

More like the squad on scene were among the first responders, techs proficient in bomb disposal would of course be there in the short term I am sure, be they naval, army, or marine ones.  Besides, it offered a way to clear the room and get the ball rolling  Grin

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #37 on: July 30, 2009, 01:32:51 PM »

Quote from: blacktigeractual on July 30, 2009, 12:45:41 AM
  First off thanx for the recent update, good stuff.  Secondly the 4 lance 4 company unit you are refering to is a SLDF independent Assault Battalion, one of the Merc supplements described its make up.  Secondly if memory serves Independent regiments in general used seperate command lances at battalion level and a company at Regimental level.  For some reason the division based units didn't  hence the reason the Overlord only carries 36 mech not a proper 40.

Because the Divisions were based on older TO&E?

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #38 on: July 31, 2009, 06:40:49 PM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on July 30, 2009, 01:32:51 PM
Because the Divisions were based on older TO&E?

I think the regular line regiments went with something like 4 per lance, 12 per company, and 36 per battalion.I would say though with so many units in the SLDF, there will line regiments that have no indy command units and ones that do.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #39 on: July 31, 2009, 06:41:02 PM »

Quote from: blacktigeractual on July 30, 2009, 12:45:41 AM
  First off thanx for the recent update, good stuff.  Secondly the 4 lance 4 company unit you are refering to is a SLDF independent Assault Battalion, one of the Merc supplements described its make up.  Secondly if memory serves Independent regiments in general used seperate command lances at battalion level and a company at Regimental level.  For some reason the division based units didn't  hence the reason the Overlord only carries 36 mech not a proper 40.

Another line of thought can be to say Overlords might be to compare to say a Confederate.  It can be configured for 6 Mechs or 4 Mechs/2 Aerospace.  I went with that line for the Divisional Command Battalion, they used one Overlord with it configured for 42 Mechs, no Aero.  Makes a bit of a stretch to some, but it works for me  Wink

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #40 on: August 02, 2009, 12:00:14 PM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on July 31, 2009, 06:40:49 PM
I think the regular line regiments went with something like 4 per lance, 12 per company, and 36 per battalion.I would say though with so many units in the SLDF, there will line regiments that have no indy command units and ones that do.

Or you could say that regular line units do not need independent command units while the independent regiments because of their own nature might need them.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #41 on: August 02, 2009, 12:20:37 PM »

True too Ice Hellion!

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #42 on: August 02, 2009, 12:22:19 PM »

But this is your story so you are the one who decide.  Cheesy

blacktigeractual Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #43 on: August 03, 2009, 01:09:34 PM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on July 31, 2009, 06:41:02 PM
Another line of thought can be to say Overlords might be to compare to say a Confederate.  It can be configured for 6 Mechs or 4 Mechs/2 Aerospace.  I went with that line for the Divisional Command Battalion, they used one Overlord with it configured for 42 Mechs, no Aero.  Makes a bit of a stretch to some, but it works for me  Wink
  A workable solution after all your air support can always be dumped in a Titan. (It's good to be the SLDF Grin)

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #44 on: August 03, 2009, 01:49:39 PM »

The Titan, the best looking Dropship.  Grin
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Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #45 on: August 03, 2009, 04:30:00 PM »

Well have just remembered and interesting tidbit from TRO 3075 about Dictator dropships.  It is an interesting look at SLDF unit structure as far as independent command lances and companies.

from TRO 3075:

Two decades after its introduction, a Command variant of the Dictator entered service. Used to carry a Regimental Command Company and three Battalion Command Lances, this vessel replaced the third BattleMech bay with eighteen heavy vehicle bays to transport the support vehicles of the Regimental Battlegroup. Theoretically one in four Dictators was supposed to be a Command version, but in practice
the ratio was closer to one in ten.

Takiro Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #46 on: August 03, 2009, 09:34:33 PM »

Interesting, I still have the Terran Republic using the Dictators.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #47 on: August 04, 2009, 03:31:25 PM »

With a ratio of 1 to 10 and the Regimental Battlegroup thing, I would go for the only Independent Regiments option

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #48 on: August 05, 2009, 11:42:25 AM »

XX. Given Command
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 1935 hours.

David walked solemnly towards the dinner table that had been where the 326th’s Divisional Commander and his command staff had been seated during the Commander’s Mess.  It appeared the suicide bomber who had apparently appeared as jumpship captain had not been able to explode his bomb.  He seemed to have been knocked unconscious by the bomb blast from under the Commander’s table, just before he had reached the optimal range for pulling the trigger on his bomb vest.  David been careful to not hit it, mainly not to set it off, but also to preserve any evidence that bomb could provide.

My bet is on the explosives in the bombs from under the tables and the ones in the suicide vest are going to be very closely related, but I will leave that to be confirmed by the Intel spooks.  That dead fool had to have been a decoy for the corporal I shot.  Man, I thought we all had been set-up, I guess I got real lucky seeing her, I just didn’t stop her in time.

Pushing the thought aside David moved in closer to see if there was anything he could do for the bloody pile Star League officers in front of him.  Seeing several officers heaped upon each other was terrible sight, but it was odd.  Why are they not scattered like the rest in here.

Looking around at the blasted table, David saw the explosive effects at the tables that been blown had thrown the people seated there out away from the detonation.  This table did not have that effect.  The result was still the same, the dead told of the bombs grim efficiency, it was the way they were seemingly piled for a purpose.

Almost as if they were trying to protect someone.

David started to check each body one by one for a pulse or any sign life.  One, then two, three times he gently pulled each officer out of the pile and placed them on the floor side by side.  Each one he pulled seemed to be a general level officer, which fit in who had been seated at the Commander’s table.  It was each of the brigade commanders.  Hell, that bitch cut us off at the knees, the brigade and its looks like most of the regimental commanders are incapacitated.  He could not bring himself to think of them all as dead or near death from the looks of things.

Time enough for that later.

Turning back to his task of checking and retrieving the next body, David noticed a slight hand movement from under the next body.  Quickly checking and finding no pulse on the next body, he rolled the body over and found Adamson Clark, the major general who commanded the entire 326th Division.

David found weak pulse and immediately called,” Corpsman!” then remembering that the majority of rescue party in the mess hall were Army, he added,” Medic!”

Turning the general on his side, David repeated the trauma ABCs and found the general had no airway blockage.  He heard a ragged breath and wheezing sound when Clark inhaled, each breath was harder to take in than the next it seemed.  Checking the general’s chest, he found a deep wound that was causing Clark to loose more blood with every heart beat.  Grabbing a nearby piece of linen that turns out to be a slightly charred dinner napkin, he made a quick compress and yelled over his again, “I need a corpsman and medic over here ASAP!”

Turning back to Clark,” Hang in there sir, help is on the way.”

David watched as General Clark slowly opened his eyes to focus on the voice he was hearing.  Taking in a deep breath, he said, “How are the others?”

Deciding to tell him the truth despite his condition, David said, “Sir, we have taken terrible casualties, all the brigade commanders are dead and so are most of the regimental commanders and lot of their staffs form the looks of it.”

Looking up to where the warship commanders and their fellow jumpship commanders had been sitting, he saw that they had also suffered as many if not worse causalities as the Army officers had.

“The Navy and the civvy captains seem to be as bad off as we are too sir.”

Taking in another ragged breath, Clark closed his eyes for a moment and opened them saying, “I need your full honest no B.S assessment of my condition.”

Without hesitation, “I am sorry to say that I think you are dying sir.  I have help on the way, but they may not get here in time to be of any use.”

Clark took that in for a moment and then reached slowly up to his left shoulder tugging first one three dimensional star loose and then a second three dimensional star that was the sign of rank for a Major General in the Star League Defense Forces.  He turned to David.

Oh, no he is going to do this to me, I am only a Captain.

Clark took in another breath and said, “Are their any other officers present?”

“Yes sir,”, turning to see Captain Moua and Lieutenant Peterson directing the ever growing triage point at the other end of the mess hall and the mounting rescue effort, David raised his arm to signal them both to come over quickly.

Seeing him, they both took off at a run to get to his position as fast as possible.

David looked back the general,” I have two officers on the way sir.”

Clark took another breath to say, “I know of you Captain, I picked you for the reception side party.”

“Yes sir.”

“You did a good job, you will even better with this.”

Recognizing what the General had in mind, David hesitated, but said it anyway, “I am only a Captain sir, I command a five lance company, nothing more...”

“Listen to me Captain, I am dying and my division may not be far behind me if this is what I think it is, the main staff is dead or dying, what do you think is coming next if this an organized attack?”

“An assault on the flotilla sir.”

“Right, they have succeeded here, do not let them finish it.”

Seeing Moua and Peterson arrive and then kneel next to him, David turned again to see the General.

“I will not fail you sir.”

The General took another long breath and turned towards the other two officers.

“I am dying, we have lost the top echelon of command and we are going to be attacked soon if I am right.”

As if on cue for a cruel joke, a red colored alert light switched on as an alarm klaxon sounded and the ship’s intercom blared, ”Alert, we have unknown ships coming through the jump point.”

“We do not have much time if you are to do something about what is coming, Captain,” talking louder so the three kneeling officers could hear him, “I am hereby field commissioning you to the rank of Major General, you are breveted with this rank to take command of the division and save my people mister.”

Hanging his head and then looking up David said, “As you command sir,” as he took the two three dimensional stars that had a blood smears upon them into his hand.

No sooner had he done that when the entire Novosibirsk rocked along her entire spine as she was hit by hostile weapons fire of a naval grade kind.  In response the ship’s intercom blared again, “Hostile warships on approach and are firing.”

“All hands set Condition One throughout the ship, I repeat, All hands set Condition One throughout the ship, we have hostile warships inbound and we are under fire!”

Looking up at the intercom, David reached over to his shoulder and removed his Captain’s bar and tapped one then the second three dimensional star into its place with his right hand.  He handed his Captain’s Bar to the General in exchange for the huge burden he had just been given.

“I hope these will bring you the good luck I have had this day sir.”

“I know they will Major General, I know they will,” Clark said.

Easing out from under Clark’s body, David handed Clark over to Savang and told him, “I have got to get to the bridge, stay here with him and make sure he is taken care of please Savang.”

“I will David, and for what it is worth, congratulations,” Savang replied with as much cheer as he could give to his friend.

A medic finally arrived and went to work on Clark’s wounds with post haste.

Seeing there was nothing more to do here as Clark was under care now, David turned to Lieutenant Peterson and said, “Come on Andrea and bring one of your squads with you, we are going to the bridge.”

“Yes sir,” Peterson replied as she rose to follow her company commander, Scratch that, he is the division commander now.

David stood tall and suddenly felt the greatest weight that was never there fall upon his shoulder.

Whoa boy.

Gathering himself, David started off the galley at a run to get through it and into the main access passage way to get to the Novosibirsk‘s bridge.

Andrea Peterson and her third jump squad fell in behind him at the double.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #49 on: August 05, 2009, 03:33:19 PM »

That is quite a field promotion.

Will the Navy accept to be lead by a recently promoted Army officer and what about the junior Navy officers?
Is there any of them available to take the lead?

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #50 on: August 07, 2009, 10:47:35 PM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on August 05, 2009, 03:33:19 PM
That is quite a field promotion.

Will the Navy accept to be lead by a recently promoted Army officer and what about the junior Navy officers?
Is there any of them available to take the lead?

Brevet rank.


As for the rest, chapter and time will tell soon  Wink

muttley Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #51 on: August 08, 2009, 11:41:51 AM »

Interesting development...

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #52 on: August 08, 2009, 12:07:12 PM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on August 07, 2009, 10:47:35 PM
As for the rest, chapter and time will tell soon  Wink

Then I will patiently wait (it must be my Ghost Bear side speaking  Grin).

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #53 on: August 14, 2009, 07:28:40 PM »

XXI. Taking Command
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 1940 hours.

Aboard The Rebel Flagship Audacious

The Ghost Squadron’s formation had been dressed to the satisfaction of the rebel commander.  A moment thereafter he had given the order to open fire on the first target group of three enemy warships that were currently burning a 1G thrust at the six to seven o’clock position on the nadir jump point’s southern flank.  His battle squadron was approaching head-on into their broadside, normally a dangerous maneuver, but one the commander felt worthwhile as they had achieved tactical surprise when they entered normal space from the hyper jump.

The first exchange of fire had gone well enough.  The Potemkin had major damage to its fore and aft starboard armor plating.  One its escorting Lola III’s had been all but wrecked from her stem to stern by bracketed fire from the remainder of the ghost warships that could bring weapons to bear. In return, the Audacious, the rebel flagship, had taken moderate damage from the Potemkin’s broadside bays and light damage to one of rebel Lola II’s from the two SLDF destroyers’ fire.

Hoping for an even better fire exchange, the rebel commander eagerly looked forward to finishing off the first threat group and moving onto the remainder of the gathered flotilla at anchor at the three o’clock position in relation to the jump point.

Aboard The Bridge Of The SLS Novosibirsk

Arriving at the bridge on the double and in a hard sweat, David and the part of his company he brought with him came through the bridge doors in files of two.  David looked around as the two Marines on bridge sentry duty saw his new brevet rank on his left shoulder and snapped to attention and called out,” General on Deck!”

Only a few faces turned towards the hatchway as David entered.  All went back immediately to working their stations around the bridge the naval battle prepared for the second round of firing between the two opposing groups of warships.  David resumed a walking pace and gave himself a few seconds to adjust to the lower amount of lighting on the bridge of the troop cruiser as the lighting had been switched to a lower setting in the event of sudden loss of power.  The lighting would switch to an independent dedicated source in a split second with little loss of luminosity, which in turn would not cause the bridge crew to take valuable seconds to adjusting their sight to the new light level in the middle of a fight.

His eyesight adjusted, David saw the Captain’s station near the large holotank that dominated the right rear portion of the bridge deck while several stations with enlisted rating who monitored the many internal systems aboard the Novosibirsk.  A large damage control board dominated the majority of the left part of the bridge beginning at the halfway mark of the holotank.  It continued just past the edge of the tank where the main bridge stations were located.  Each of these flowed out from the central location of the Captain’s station.  The primary stations such as fire control, navigation, engineering and helm were spaced evenly in the direct front of the station with numerous other stations set between each of them for other task usage as needed.

To the right side just beyond the outer edge of the holotank were the three primary communication control station with another ten substations positioned in and around the primaries.  One was for the warship’s internal communications, the next one was for exterior comms with other ships, and the last was one that could only be found aboard a Potemkin, a dropship comms station.  It was unique to the entire warship class because of the twenty-five dropships the troop cruiser could carry, because most SLDF warships carried about this number of aerospace fighters.

Just ahead of the comms stations, but next to dropship comms, was the dropship flight control station.  Again, this was a unique position to the troop cruisers given the large number of droppers that the Potemkins carried.  The space around the warship could become quite crowded during a launch operation, hence the control station to coordinate the ops.  Being next to the dropship comms station was also a natural extension of the need for rapid information exchange between the two stations.

All the stations were currently manned as the Novosibirsk had been at a modified Condition One for the duration of the Commander’s Mess.   The troop cruiser had been able to fire back, as had its two escorts, but the damage control board was showing a frightful amount of red instead of the usual nominal green or the not so infrequent yellow indicating light to moderate damage.  Luckily no sections were outlined in the crimson which would indicate the destruction of a portion of the warship’s structure.  However, the starboard fore and aft sections were all red.

That is bad, hell I have never even seen that in the simulated battles we used to run on the warships I served on years ago.

Moving forwards to reach the left edge of the Captain’s station, David came upon a frightfully young Lieutenant who appeared to be out of his element.  On his right stood a Master Sergeant who had to be the Chief of The Boat, the senior enlisted person on board the warship, in some ways, she was more powerful than the Captain.

More like the Captain is God and the Chief is his Prophet.

Leaning in and speaking so only the Lieutenant and the Chief could hear David asked, “What is our sitrep?”

Looking up only for a brief second, the OOD said, “Fill him in Chief.”

The Master Sergeant leaned around the back of the Captain’s chair and spoke.

“We have six unknown hostile warships that came through the jump point approximately five minutes ago.  They did not respond to our challenges while they formed up in to a battle formation.  We did not open fire immediately as we did not have any intel that any warships, hostile or friendly, were within thirty light years of here.  The Davions do not have anything approaching the tonnage of that battlewagon and by the time we got a good read on it and its companions, they were formed up and had opened fire.  We returned fire but seem to gotten the worse of it.  We dented the nose armor on that beast, but we have been craved up pretty good.  The Blue got it worse than us, she is pretty much a drifting hulk at this point.  They have lost all power, main and back-up, and are on emergency life support.  The Fletcher is trying to go over top us and get in between us and them.”

An enlisted rating manning a console at the dropship flight ops center called out, “We just lost the Sapphire Scimitar on docking collar seven.”

David turned his attention as he heard the name of the divisional command battalion’s Overlord-class dropship had been lost.

Damn, forty Mechwarriors, their support crews, and all those naval crewmen are gone.  Gone just like that, David thought as he heard a mental finger snap in the back of his mind.

‘We are getting damage reports from all over the ship on our starboard side.  The XO and Third are down below fighting the fires and heading up the damage control parties.  The XO left the OOD here in charge until he got back.  Last we heard from him, he and Third were trapped behind a malfunctioning bulkhead and are cutting their way out.”

David’s mind raced for a moment.

They are only doing what I would have done.  The executive officer and the third in command went to the scene to direct the rescue and damage control parties personally.  They just left a young green bar in charge up here.  They didn’t expect it, hell, none of us expected that we were going to be attacked in all the ways we have been today.

“We have lost all four Congresses to internal explosions.  As best as we can tell, those are related to the terrorist attack down in the Officer’s Mess.  The rest of our squadron is getting to General Quarters, but it will be at least another three minutes before they can get powered up and into the battle here.  The 897th is sending over their two Essexes to help us.  Those two were on rescue duties picking up survivors from the Congresses. “

David grimaced.  It was definitely worse than he had thought.  No sentinel ships to let the convoy know it had inbound potential targets and the rest of the warships assigned to the two naval squadrons that protected the flotilla were only now reaching General Quarters to join the fight.  The Novosibirsk, Blue, and Fletcher were on their own for at least two more minutes.

The Chief continued,” We have taken heavy damage along our entire starboard line.  We need to get some relief down there, but most of our damage control parties are engaged in the Officer’s Mess.  All in all, we are really having a bad day Sir.”

The Lieutenant in the Captain’s chair added, “That is an understatement Chief.  We are getting are asses handed to us.”

Looking up at David, “I am trying to fight the ship, but I am getting overwhelmed here.  I just am not able to coordinate all this.  I never have had to do this before and I am afraid I am going to lose the ship if we get hit again by that damn Monsoon out there.”

The Chief intervened as the Lieutenant started to doubt his abilities, “Sir, you are doing the best you can and given the circumstances, you are fighting a hell of a battle here sir.”

“Yeah, but fighting a hell of a fight and surviving to claim victory in the same battle are two different things Chief.  I just cannot do this.”

David thought for a moment and then said, “Lieutenant, the XO and Third left you in charge because they knew that you can handle the ship.  I believe that they are right and I believe that you are doing fine.”

The Lieutenant returned a smile at the sudden boost of confidence from both David and the Chief of the Boat.

“Thank you Sir, thank you Chief.”

Looking back to the multitude of data streaming across the various screens in front of him, the Lieutenant thought for a moment and said, “I am open to any suggestions sir, I know you are Regular Army, but I could really use a hand in getting the Novo through this fight in one piece.”

David leaned forward and said, “I might able to help out a little bit as I have served in the Navy before and might be able to offer a few suggestions.”

“Please do so sir,” the Lieutenant said as he stood up all too eagerly to pass off the burden of the command and battle. He looked around and addressed the bridge crew, “The General is going to be giving some orders, follow them as if I had given them myself.”

David waited till the OOD had sit back down before he began.

Here we go, was the only thought as he began to give orders in an effort to get the Novosibirsk out of hell.

blacktigeractual Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #54 on: August 14, 2009, 07:57:41 PM »

The animal excriment has really hit the rotational cooling device.  Nice update.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #55 on: August 16, 2009, 03:46:49 PM »

XO and Third going after a fire?
They will be sent to court-martial for that (things like leaving ones job under enemy fire, check Starship Troopers and the speech of the School Director to see what I mean).

Also a green Navy Officer asking an Army Officer about naval operations?
I thought Navy was in space and Army was on planet.

However, I might be a bit too radical.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #56 on: August 16, 2009, 05:07:36 PM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on August 16, 2009, 03:46:49 PM
XO and Third going after a fire?
They will be sent to court-martial for that (things like leaving ones job under enemy fire, check Starship Troopers and the speech of the School Director to see what I mean).

Also a green Navy Officer asking an Army Officer about naval operations?
I thought Navy was in space and Army was on planet.

However, I might be a bit too radical.

Hehe, I think you are just enjoying the story.

guess the easiest thing to say is that the Captain is in the Mess probably dead, and the XO and 3IC were going on scene to help direct efforts.  3IC would probably down there and most likely the XO too, as it was a black tie afiar with all pomp circumstance.  Story mechanics aside, in just my humble opinion, you would want your best officers down there with you to make sure things were going well on "stage" and behind the scences.  Anything comes up, you have you best and most trustworthy folks on hand to nip anything in the bud before it creates a problem.  Course being down there means they are on hnad to help out with DC almost immediately too.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #57 on: August 18, 2009, 03:54:13 PM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on August 16, 2009, 05:07:36 PM
Hehe, I think you are just enjoying the story.

True  Grin

Quote from: Savage Coyote on August 16, 2009, 05:07:36 PM
Story mechanics aside, in just my humble opinion, you would want your best officers down there with you to make sure things were going well on "stage" and behind the scences.

You want your detail officers to be there, not all your executive ones.
And I guess any good officer seeing what happened would go on deck to watch over the ship.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #58 on: September 18, 2009, 06:50:02 PM »

XXII. Fighting The Battle
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 1945 hours.

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

“Sound Collision Alarm,” David ordered.  Waiting five seconds for the collision klaxon to begin sounding, David called to the internal comms station, “For broadcast on the One MC, All hands, All hands, brace for impact and violent maneuvers, I repeat, all hands brace for weapons impact and violent maneuvers.”

Turning back to the helm station, “Helm, bring hard to port forty-five degrees, thirty down on the bow plane, now.”

“Helm to forty-five degrees to port, thirty down on bow plane aye, aye,” the rating at the Helms station replied repeating the order and then committing it.

“As soon as we are hard over, I want a one hundred-eighty degree roll to port.”

That will bring the port broadside and port aft batteries to bear.

The Potemkins’ armament layout followed a traditional Star League manner with lighter weapons bays in the fore arcs and the broadsides and aft arcs having heavier weapons bays.  A roll would bring fresh armor to bear and the heel to port would bring the rebels into the arcs of the broadside and aft batteries.

“Portside batteries standby to acquire targets as they come to bear, I want that Monsoon gutted, and then we are going after those Lolas.”

“Aye, aye sir,”  came a joint reply from the Helm and Fire Control stations.

That should give them something new to chew on for a while, David thought as he felt the Novosibirsk heel hard to port and begin a downward thrust with its bow, bringing the stern of the warship up to bear on the enemy squadron.

Turning to Lieutenant Peterson, “Andrea, have your squad stand-by with the Marines on guard detail at the entrance to the bridge, I want them ready to act as runners if we need them to be.  The main comms station could go down and we will still have the sound phones, but some of those maybe be cut somewhere in the ship.”

“Yes, sir, and where do you want me sir?”,  she asked.

“Right by me here if you please Andrea.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered as she turned to the third squad leader and passed on David’s orders.

As the Potemkin keeled over on its axis, its port weapons bays began to report to the Fire Control station that they were getting good targeting beams on the hostile Monsoon.

“All weapons bays, commence firing.”

Aboard the rebel flagship Audacious.

The commander had just finished ordering his squadron to begin splitting its fire against the second group of targets as they seemed to finally be joining the fight.  They had taken the Black Lion under fire had given it a good thrashing on its fore armor.  Another salvo would gut it and then fire would be switched and split up to destroy the two Aegis heavy cruisers then the two Avatar heavy cruisers.

Movement on a secondary screen caught his attention.  The rebel then watched as the one-and-a-half-million ton Potemkin hauled hard to its port.  Thinking it was starting to lose its helm control, the commander was about to order his flagship to finish it off when he saw the rapid roll of the entire troop cruiser to its port.

They can’t do that, we have crippled it.

He watched as the troop cruiser brought its undamaged port quarters to bear and lock onto his flagship.  He slammed down his fist on the comm link on his command chair and was about order his squadron to redirect fire on the Potemkin when its first salvo hit the front of the Audacious.  The entire battleship groaned along its spine as the follow-up salvo hit the fore armor of the warship.  The first salvo had been two bays of triple Heavy Naval PPCs.  The follow-up had two more triple bays of Heavy NPPCs and a quad of Naval Laser 45s.

The first salvo stripped half of the armor off the fore arc.  The follow-up stripped the other half exposing the inner hull of the Audacious.  The quad NL45s did the next and worst damage.

The rebel commander only had time to think, This not fair, we had this battle won, before the quad NL45s slammed their concentrated energy beams over the entire bridge vaporizing him, the bridge crew, and the entire bridge itself.  The CIC followed the bridge a split second later as it was gutted and then exposed to space as the last of the energy from the NL45s dissipated.

The Audacious fell silent as its weapons lost their fire control.

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

David watched as the Monsoon took massive damage to its fore armor and then it stopped firing all together as the second salvo wreaked the battleship’s fore arc.

Damn, I never thought I would see that in my lifetime.

A cheer broke out across the bridge as the battleship started to drift slightly out its place in the center of the rebel squadron’s formation.  The rest of the rebel formation seemed to go into a momentary confusion before it tried to reform around the Dart and Riga that were left at its center as they sped by the slowing Monsoon.

“Fire Control, I want the broadside to engage the port most Lola.”

“Aye, aye sir,” came the quick reply as the fire control officer relayed the new targeting priorities to his weapons bays crews.

David watched as the Novosibirsk took damage in return for its gutting the rebel Monsoon as its squadron mates realized the Potemkin had suddenly regained first priority as the main threat to their survival.

The Novosibirsk then returned fire first stripped the Lola’s fore armor and then smashed the entire keel and spine of the destroyer.  The Fletcher continued its duel with another Lola and took some damage in return in near equal exchange.

The rebel Dart tried to turn hard to starboard to bring its broadside to bear  against the Novosibirsk but caught the combined fire of the rest of the 535th Squadron as they finally entered the battle.  The light cruiser reeled under the combined weight of the fire and then went black as its ancient power relay systems began a catastrophic failure throughout the warship.

The rebel Riga and the third Lola II swung hard to port to dodge the incoming SLDF Essexes from the 897th who had each began to burn a 2.5G thrust to reach the battle in time to help the flotilla out.  The Riga was able to gut one of these and then be hit in return for heavy damage to its forward and fore starboard arcs.

By the time the Novosibirsk had recycled its weapons and smashed a second Lola II, the first Lola it had targeted had began to break up.  The second [Lola followed shortly after the first, its spine broken along the middle of the warship.

The last rebel ships, the Riga and the third Lola II lasted for only another minute as they exchanged fire with the fully awakened SLDF flotilla.  The Riga took the gutted Essex with it and the Lola II helped to finish ripping up the Fletcher and the Deborah Gibson.  Both the Lola III and the Black Lion would survive, but were heavily damaged for the time being.

The entire battle had only taken the sum of roughly ten minutes.

Damn, it is amazing how I can lose track of time.  The whole battle was life and death for us, but we made it through.  But so many are gone now.

Looking about the bridge, David saw the bridge crew smiling and congratulating each other before jumping back into their duties.  The warship had survived somehow, and so had they.  David leaned in to speak quietly into the OOD’s ear.

“Thank you for letting me help out.  It has been a long time since I stood on a warship bridge, let alone help command one.”

Looking up the Officer of the Deck replied, “No sir, thank you, you helped save our collective asses and I suspect helped save the fleet.  By the way, you are Army, but you served in Navy, what ships if I may inquire?”

Thinking back to a younger time in his life, David said,”I was an liaison officer, it slowed my career, but I think it was worth it,” looking around the bridge as the buzz of battle wore off and a sense of normalcy returned, “I suspect it well worth it today most especially.”

“I was stationed aboard the Nebraska at one time.  I even got to stand watch as the OOD on the night watch during the second half of my deployment aboard ship.  Come to think of it I was still a Lieutenant myself at the time.”

“Hard to imagine that General, it most have been ages ago for you sir,” the Lieutenant replied.

“Not that long ago to tell the truth, not that long ago at all,” David said back.

At least this Major General rank is just a brevet for right now.  I can get my Captain’s bars back in few hours and then can turn whole thing back over to General Clark.

On that thought David turned to Lieutenant Peterson to say, “We need to get below and check on the wounded and see if there is anything as can do to help out.”

“Yes sir.”

David turned to begin the trip back to the Officer’s Mess.

Aboard a Starlord-call jumpship at the nadir jump point.

We have failed.  We had them, but somehow they survived.

The rebel Captain had watched a carefully orchestrated plan unravel quickly with the defeat of the ghost squadron.  There was one option left to him, it was a final fallback option that was of the last resort, but one that his Taurian ancestors would approve of.

“Prep the Atlantis and Pinquin for launch.”

We may still be able to salvage something out of this debacle after all.  The Germans had great success with their ships, let’s see if we can do the same.

Two Mule-class dropships began prepping for release.  The rebels had two last aces that they were going to play in one last hand of death poker at the nadir jump point.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #59 on: September 18, 2009, 07:05:32 PM »

XXIII. Two Aces Up Their Sleeve
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 2000 hours.

A pair of Mule-class dropships detached from a certain Starlord jumpship.  Each was innocent enough looking from any casual inspection.  A closer look though would yield extensive reconstruction along the surface of the dropships near their cargo holds.   The reconstruction had been in secret during one of the numerous stops that the Starlord had made throughout the Periphery.  Most had been in the open, many had not been.  It was during of these had not been jumps that the jumpship had picked up these two passengers.

The captain of the jumpship had been given their services with the order to use them wisely because of the cargo each Mule had been loaded with.   They were to only be used as a force of last resort only in case of dire emergency.  The defeat of the Ghost Squadron was just the sort of emergency the captain was looking for.

What happened to them, how did they come back from the edge so quickly, I can’t think of how they did it.

However they did it, they are not going to survive this.

The Atlantis and Pinquin launched together and then went on separate trajectories towards the remaining SLDF warships that were left after the battle with the Ghost Squadron.  The Atlantis went towards the warships that had advanced to support the small flotilla around the Novosibirsk.  Its cohort the Pinquin went towards the warships that were moving from their anchor points at the three o’clock position of the jump point.   

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

After Andrea on toward the reopened hatchway leading to the Officer’s Mess Hall to help out with any remaining casualties, David stopped to lean against a bulkhead to take in events of the day so far.

Taking in a breath in for what seemed ages, David took stock.

Get up, personal routine, breakfast, usual company business, lunch, drill all afternoon, dress for the Commander’s Mess, inspect the side party, fall-in, render duties, attend mess, service the 125th’s table, find a bomb, shoot assassin, feel the big bang, save the assassin, first through the door into the mess hall, entry in the foyer of hell, give first aid, shoot a terrorist, find the commanding general, get a brevet promotion, run onto the bridge, command a space battle, say thanks, go into hallway, and here I am.

All in all, a normal day for me, David thought to himself humorlessly.

He turned toward the Officer’s Mess and started to make his way back the scene of death and carnage that was within it.

Pinquin on approach to the anchor positions of the 535th Heavy Transport Squadron.

The dropship Captain had simple orders: engage the Star League ships and destroy them.  Near impossible for any normal dropship, but his was a special modification that was actually based upon classes that the Star League itself had used since the Reunification War to police its shipping lanes against pirate and bandit attacks.

Of course we have made some improvements to the class specs ourselves.

The dropship itself was one large weapons platform form the reinforced armor plating across her hull to the capital ship scale missile bays that dotted her upper hull from the huge brute Killer Whales to the sleek and lethal Barracudas.  The standard weapons bays had enough weaponry to protect the dropship from any fighter attacks up to two squadrons in strength.

A most efficient combination of lethality.

“Helm, continue current course; Weapons, I want those Lolas targeted first and then we hit the cruisers starting with that Potemkin.”

“Aye sir,” came a chorus of confirmation of orders from the crewmen manning the stations the Captain had just given orders to.

Atlantis on approach to the Novosibirsk and her escorts

“I want that wounded Lola targeted by our Barracudas and the Whales on that damned Potemkin.  I want them destroyed on the first firing pass and then we finish the last Lola.  We then do a quick end over burn and start back toward the main body of warships to help the Pinquin.”

“All weapons on line, ready fire targeting beams sir.”

“Prepare to light them up on signal from command,” the Captain ordered referring to the jumpship sitting at anchor among the other flotilla ships.

Any minute now.

Aboard the Novosibirsk’s bridge

The Officer of the Deck continued to coordinate the various rescue efforts throughout the troop cruiser and preparing shuttles and dropships for launch to help the wounded escort destroyers.

A voice called out from the Dropship Control station,” Sir, I have two dropships that have detached from the Jared’s Express on two burn trajectories toward us and the warships at anchor point Alpha.”

The Alpha anchor point was where the rest of the 535th‘s warships were just getting underway to render assistance as needed to their damaged companions.

“Get me a track on them and hail them that they are to return to their jumpship immediately or they will be boarded and their crews detained”, the OOD ordered.

“Getting no response to our hails sir,: the DropCon officer replied.

“Sir,” the crewman manning the sensor station called out,” I am getting active targeting beams from one of those Mules.”

What the hell now, the OOD thought.

“Sir, both of those Mules are showing active scans now, shit, sir they are coming about on a firing run.”

Great, here we go again .



Excerpt from the opening page of the War Diary of the 326th BattleMech Division

It was an ingenious last ditch effort on the rebels’ part.  Who would have thought of them using Q-ships against us.  Of course that was just one of the many times we underestimated our foes.  Luckily for us we learned fast after each encounter.
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XXIV. Bright As The Heart Of A Sun

Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.

The following takes place at 2005 hours.

The Atlantis accelerated towards its given targets, the three SLDF warship squadron that was recovering from its battle with the Ghost Squadron.

The Captain rethought his plan of attack and passed on his new orders.

“I want the special munitions brought online for the Whales, retarget them with the Barracudas on the wounded Lola.  After this salvo, bracket all tubes together and fire the special munitions Whales on the other Lola and then the Potemkin.”

“Aye, aye, sir”, came a reply from the weapons officer.

“Sir”, a call came from the rating manning the plot,” We have at least three squadrons of fighters coming about on an intercept course with us, contact estimated in one minute.”

“Very well Plot, continue tracking them.  Weapons, I want targeting tracks on those fighters with our standard bays, open fire as soon as they enter our range.”

Thinking of the League aerospace fighters inbound on his dropship, the Captain thought to himself, At least our prey is showing some signs of life, it will make these kills all the more succulent.

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk’s bridge

An argument was playing out aboard the bridge between the OOD and Weapons officer.

“Sir, the Mule inbound on us is retargeting the Blue instead of us.  They must be going to try to break her back with a salvo of whatever they have onboard and then try for us.  I think we had better treat them as a credible threat as no one in their right mind if going to charge a Potemkin in a dropship unless they think they are going to win,”  the Weapons officer said to the Officer Of The Deck.

“I agree, but I still think they are not going to be that big a threat, they are probably going to be a cover or distraction for another enemy warship group to jump in and ambush us again.”

“Sir, if they are actively targeting us, they have ECOM measures blocking our attempts to scan their hulls, and they are not burning a collision trajectory on us or the Fletcher or Blue.  I have to suggest they are carrying something big in their hull that can do damage to a warship.”

“Mules only carry a single autocannon, a few missiles banks, and few more laser bays, it is in no way a credible threat, we are going to remain on task against another enemy warship threat.”

“But sir, if they are not on a suicide run, they are confident they are going to be able to take three warships with a single dropship, that is in itself should be credible threat.”

“No it is not, and that is the end of this discussion.”

“But sir…”

“No more but Sirs, I have given you orders, if they are not to your liking, you can stand relieved,” the OOD said as he turned towards the DropCon officer.

“I want one of our Elephants launched with one Achilles as escort, launched on an intercept course with that Mule.”

“Aye, aye sir.”

The OOD was referring to two of the dropships that most SLDF Potemkins carried as part of a dropship squadron included in its air group.  The air group usually consisted of the ten shuttles carried within the warship itself and then a six ship dropship squadron made up of two Elephant-class tugs, twoTitan-class aerospace carriers, and two Achilles assault dropships.  This mix gave the Potemkin additional options for assaults, fighter cover, and rescue and recovery operations independent of any units the troop cruiser might be carrying.

“Continue scanning for any infrared spikes that will indicate any incoming jumps.  Maintain current alert status.”

Sitting at his console, the Weapons Officer thought, This kid is just OOD for the duration until the XO or 3IC get back, but he is going to get this ship sunk if he ignores that dam Mule and he will not listen to suggestions.

He clicked a key on his console and then typed a short message and then hit the send key.  The message went thru the warship’s internal communication network to one certain commlink.

Maybe he can get up here and talk some sense into this kid.

Aboard the SLS Makin on approach to the Lothair Nadir Jump Point

Captain Horace Martino was receiving the final updates from the Engineering department when his attention was grabbed by the 3IC who was also on the bridge sitting in Martino’s usual position of the XO’s chair station.

“Sir, those Mules are shooting naval grade missiles from what are supposed to be their cargo bays.  They must be a conversion class Intel Com said was rumored to be being outfitted in some hidden rebel base.”

“I think you are right Mickey, we have to gut her and get to the jump point to render assistance to the wounded ships from the 535th.  Have Weapons get a targeting track and prep to fire a full salvo from our forward battery.”

“Already tracking sir, we are just waiting for the forward NAC battery to power up; they are still having problems with Athena wanting to cycle the guns to standby maintenance again, I have a tech team on it, but they are not saying anything positive right now.”

Martino nodded at the third officer’s comments on the temperamental Athena 3 computer system from Nirasaki Computer Collective.  Normally the Athena system was the absolute top of the line with zero problems reported.  The Makin’s system though seemed forever plagued with system malfunctions ever since they had met up with the convoy that now orbited the nadir jump point.  It was supposed to be a simple run into the Periphery, maintain a watch and guard over some civilian ships and then back to main base at Hobbs.  That had been nearly month ago.  Nothing had gone right since they had met up with the convoy.  The technicians hoped to have the problem eliminated by the time the captain came back from the General’s Mess on the [Novosibirsk.

“All right Mickey, tell that tech crew I want Athena cut off from all ship functions till further notice, we will run the back-up systems till we can get back to the yard at Hobbs get this mess straightened out.”

Turning toward forward section of the Makin’s bridge, Martino issued an order to the helm,” Helm, bring us about forty-five degrees to port, I want the starboard fore and broadside batteries to have room to fire.”

“Aye, aye sir, forty five degrees to port aye,” came the reply from the rating manning the navigation station.

Martino felt the Makin begin to heel to port as her engines began responding to the helmsman’s commands.

Aboard the Pinquin on approach to SLDF warships

“Special munitions are loaded Captain.  All missile tubes ready for firing.  We have two Essex class destroyers bearing down on us.  One is beginning a turn to bring its starboard batteries and broadside into firing position.”

“Roger that, target those two destroyers and fire at will.  We will then engage the other warships at anchor before they finally get underway.  Their anchor points are close enough we should be able to get good collateral damage to all of them.”

“Aye, aye sir, targeting beams have locks.”

“Fire at will.”

Two Killer Whale missiles spat out from their launchers in the converted cargo bays aboard the Mule and sped on their way towards their targets, each one mixed into a salvo of Barracudas to better its chances of hitting its target warship.

Aboard the SLS Makin

“Sir, we have incoming missiles, one Killer Whale and a brace of Barracudas.”

“Roger that,” Martino acknowledged as he hit the all ship comms button on the Captain’s Station, “All hands, All hands, brace for missile impact.”

“SIR, I have radiological alarms, those missiles have nukes on board!”

Oh shit is all Martino had to think before the missiles impacted his destroyer.

Lothair Nadir Jump Point

For several minutes the nadir jump point had been illuminated ever so briefly as the engaging warships and dropships exchanged weapons fire.  The flares had subsided as the last of the rebel warships had been destroyed or knocked out of action.

The jump point flashed bright as two nuclear warheads aboard the Killer Whale missiles launched from the Pinquin exploded onto then thru the hulls of the Star League destroyers.  The Essex-class destroyer had been designed to be hard hitting and speedy, with a decent amount of armor for protection but never as much as some other designs had.  Their captains learned to counter this by using their speed and maneuvering to keep the warships constantly moving. But, they had never been designed to repel firepower of this magnitude.

The actual warheads penetrated the hulls as the Barracudas laid open grievous wounds on the Essex.  The Killer Whales followed on by a fraction of a second to enter the hull itself.  The warhead then exploded releasing all of its hellacious destructive energy into the main hull of the ship itself.

The warships did not stand a chance as the pent-up energy of the blast and shock wave ran through the warships cracking their spines and shattering all things in its way, be it hull armor or fragile human bodies.  The follow-up thermal radiation wave literally burned anything that was left after the shock wave had spread through out the ships.  The warships quite literally burned and blew up from the inside out as the nuclear waves torn the ship apart.  The last waves of radiation only had fragments of the remains to irradiate.

It all took less than five seconds to render a sleek SLDF destroyer to a few shattered and irradiated fragments.  The expanding clouds of debris raced away from the short lived nova that glowed as bright as the sun that beat at the heart of the Lothair system.

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

David strode onto the bridge to the call of Commanding General on deck from the marines assigned to bridge guard duty.  The crew was just grasping that the rebel dropships had used nuclear warheads to destroy two destroyers that had been racing to help the Novosibirsk.  They did not really notice him until he was standing beside the Captain’s station once again.

“What is our status lieutenant?”, he asked the Officer of the Deck.

The young watch officer sitting in the Captain’s chair took a moment to realize he had been spoken to and then to try to formulate a reply.

“I will ask again Lieutenant, what is our status?”

After a few more seconds, the Chief of the Watch leaned over and replied for the watch officer.

“Sir, we are tracking two Mule-class dropships that appear to be Q-ships.  They have been firing upon us our escorts and just released nuclear weapons on two of the destroyers from the 897th Squadron.”

“Why are we not firing on these ships yet?”

“The Officer of the Deck has forbid it and ordered a launch of our own dropships to take them into custody by marine boarding.”

Taking this in for a moment, David turned to the OOD and said simply, “Blast them out of the sky.”

The OOD was trembling as he took in that his orders not to fire upon the dropships with the troop cruiser’s weapons may have led to the deaths of the two warships’ crews.  He could only mumble, “I do not understand sir, we have no mention of nuclear weapons or anything else like this.  I, I, I …”

Cutting him off, David looked at the Chief of the Watch and ordered,” This officer stands relieved as of right now.  I am assuming command again, please remove him form the bridge and escort him to his quarters.”

At this the OOD awoke finally and stammered,” You cannot relieve me of command, I am the watch officer and have command of this entire ship!”

David simply looked back at him and said, “You were in command, you have obviously been shocked by this and the other attacks, stand relieved and shake it off in your quarters.”

The OOD yelled out, “I cannot be relieved; you have no right and are not in my chain of command. You will leave the bridge and let me fight my ship.”

“Lieutenant, think about this before you do something stupid.”

“Marines, arrest the General and escort him to the brig, I want him off my bridge NOW!”

The marines started to move, but acted confused as to whose orders to follow.

David turned to the squad of troopers that had followed him to the bridge but had held position at the main hatchway to the bridge next to the marines.

“Andrea, take this man and any other who resists my orders into custody right now and if they resists, shoot them.”

Lieutenant Andrea Peterson replied, “Yes sir, as you order”, and motioned her third jump squad forward to arrest the OOD.  The marines started to take positions to prevent this, but stood down when the Chief of the Watch shook his head and hand signaled them back.

Half of the troopers moved forward with Peterson and took the screaming lieutenant into custody and walked him off the bridge, protesting all the way.

David ignored the commotion and said to the Weapons officers, “Blast them out of my sky.”

“Aye, aye sir!”

Lothair Nadir Jump Point

The Atlantis only had time to fire a single nuclear warhead before the massive barrage of salvoes from the capital bays on the Novosibirsk obliterated it from existence.  The SLDF Lola III-class destroyer Fletcher was enveloped in a nuclear fireball from the resulting hit.

The Pinquin fared little better as a horde of angry fighter squadrons wrecked her hull in wave after wave of strafing runs.  She managed one more salvo of nuclear missiles that hit and destroyed a Luxor heavy cruiser speeding to help its fellows at the jump point.  The heavy armor plating that shielded her from battle damage could only hold so long before the inevitable happened as she fell silent as her weapons and engines went offline from damage.

Seeing no further use in trying to fight, the captain of the Pinquin broadcast a signal of distress and surrender to the SLDF ships closing on it.

Upon hearing the distress signal and feeling no remorse, David ordered the Novosibirsk to fire again and destroy the Pinquin.  A swift volley of fire ended the rebel threats that had plagued the 326th Division and its SLDF allies at Lothair.

Rainbow 6 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #61 on: September 19, 2009, 09:08:44 AM »

New chapters excellent.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #62 on: September 21, 2009, 07:24:52 AM »

Confusion in the chain of command  Grin

blacktigeractual Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #63 on: September 21, 2009, 10:54:40 PM »

Very good.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #64 on: October 05, 2009, 04:33:24 PM »

XXV. Making It Up As We Go
 
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.
2200 hours

The 326th BattleMech Division, the 535th Heavy Transport Squadron, and the 897th Cruiser Squadron, along with the attached convoy of assorted vessels had withstood the onslaught of multiple rebel threats aimed at killing and destroying the entire lot of SLDF units.  The end of the heavy fighting around the nadir jump point weighed heavy on each of the survivors as they came to grips with massive loss of life among their comrades and friends.  Everyone had lost someone they knew.  Just as many wounded were being helped by their comrades-in-arms as they were rescued and recovered form the various compartments where they were trapped aboard ships or from the numerous escape pods and lifeboats that had blossomed from the number of destroyed and damaged warships and dropships from the fleet.

Some rebel elements remained to clean up, but the immediate threat of attack had been dealt with by the might of the SLDF.

Aboard the SLS Novosibirsk

David sat at the Captain’s station on the bridge taking a short break from the endless stream of updates from the rescue and repair teams on the troop cruiser and from throughout the fleet which at full alert after the massive rebel assault on it in just the last few hours.  The crew had done well in putting out the fires that had raged out control just till a short hour ago.  Recovery of wounded and dead comrades was proceeding as quickly and safely as could be achieved.

The Officer’s Mess was still a scene from hell, but all of the wounded who had been found were now flooding Sick Bay and threatening to overwhelm the medical staff on board.  A call had been sent out to those dropships that could render assistance to do so with any extra personal and supplies.

Battle damage was still being assessed and the fighter squadrons from the gathered convoy were in the process of being formed into a constant CAP around the fleet.  Dropships that had been launched were standing by each damaged warship or engaged in recovery operations of survivors in escape pods.

For the moment, David was not needed.

What one hell of a day this has been so far.  I wonder if General Clark ever had anything like this to deal with. At least we are out of immediate danger for the time being.  An hour and a half and no new attacks, just crippled rebel ships.

At that thought, David turned and rose out of the Captain’s chair.  He walked over to the holotank and asked a tech to bring up the nadir jump point.  Within a few seconds a scale model in 3D was showing within the holotank.  David was walking in though the space around the nadir point as if he were huge giant among the stars.  He looked at all the blue dots representing Star League units from the huge Potemkins down to the smallest life boat currently in at the southern Lothair jump point.  There were also four red dots representing rebel units.  Three were still as they were warships that had been knocked out the naval battle by the League forces.  The forth was a Starlord jumpship that had been backtracked as launching the fuel cargo shuttles that had destroyed the Congress frigates that had been the convoy fleet’s early warning pickets.

Those bastards need to be neutralized, but how?

Calling the bridge staff to the holotank for a hasty conference, David asked that very question.  The Weapons Officer offered up that they should be boarded by marine parties and taken by force.  The Chief of the Boat responded with the statement that all the marines in the convoy were either dead, missing, wounded or engaged in securing various stations throughout the fleet against any further sabotage.

The DropCon Officer offered up that there were no more troops that could be called upon and suggested having a destroyer from the 535th Squadron jump out to get help and reinforcements.

Then the idea struck David.  The fleet convoy did have troops that were available.  When he was asked where they would come from, he simply pointed to the symbol for the other troop cruiser in the convoy, the Vladivostok.

“The Vladivostok has an entire brigade of infantry aboard and I bet they are just itching for some action after the naval battle left them sitting on the sidelines.”

“We will need to reestablish a chain of command for them as I can only imagine that their main command structure is down in the Officer’s Mess either dead or wounded.”

Turning to a naval rating that helped control the holotank, David asked for a unit listing of the 3rd Brigade.  A few quick command cues and a 3D image of the entire brigade unit structure appeared in a pyramid structure form the command company at the top to the bottom row of mechanized infantry squads that were the smallest unit in the brigade.

“We have three regiments of infantry right there.  All we need to do is coordinate getting them to each of the crippled rebel ships and we conduct boarding operations.”

The Chief of the Boat again chimed with,” Sir, we have the infantry then, but we do not have enough spacesuits for all of them or the leadership for all of them.  Most of the command staffs for that entire brigade were in the Officer’s Mess.”

“No problem there Chief, I will lead the unit to the rebel battleship, the XO should be back up here by then, I have a Lieutenant that can command the another boarding party and I think their should be some more troopers that can be booted up to command the boarding units.  As to the other problem,” David said as he turned to the Chief,” I think we can scrounge up a lot of needed suits from the dropships attached to the Novosibirsk.”

The Chief replied, “Well sir, sounds like we are going by the seat of our pants and hoping for the best.”

“We are carrying forward a great tradition of the SLDF Chief: Make it up as we go and make it work for the best.”

With that the bridge staff broke up to their various stations and began implementing the plan that had come to fruition.

It might just work too, thought David to himself as he paged for the XO to come to the bridge.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #65 on: October 05, 2009, 05:06:47 PM »

"Some rebel elements remained to clean up, but the immediate threat of attack had been dealt with by the might of the SLDF. "

Wouldn't it be the Star League Navy?

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #66 on: October 05, 2009, 07:52:17 PM »

XXVI. Boarding Operations
 
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
10 January, 2765.
2300 hours

Crack.

David ducked back behind the bulkhead as another laser hit crackled signaling another near miss that had been shot at his head.

Too damn close that time, David thought to himself.

He motioned for the squad of jump troopers behind in the corridor leading to the secondary bridge of the rebel Monsoon battleship to fan out more and provide more cover fire as the Star League boarding party tried to begin to advance once more against the stiff resistance that the rebels were becoming once more well known for, at least for the 326th BattleMech Division.

Third time is a charm.

David had time for that brief thought before he once again came under fire from the bridge defenders.

A corporal jumping to the bulkhead protecting David exposed herself for a moment too long was hit by several laser beams which caused her to land in a heap of equipment at David’s feet.  Yelling for more stun grenades and laser fire, David fired as rapidly as he could with his laser pistol in his right hand and grabbed the corporal with his left dragging her back behind what shelter he could find.

Setting his laser pistol aside to check on the corporal, David saw that she had indeed been hit several times on upper torso by the rebel laser fire.  Her body armor seemed to have taken the brunt of the impact force trauma.
Seeing no blood or burn marks other than on the armor, David deduced that the corporal was just stunned by  the sheer impact of the rebels’ fire and had had the wind knocked out of her.

Thank God we got the new infantry body armor before we left Chatham.  I would have far too many more casualties than what we have had so far on this little trip.

Propping her up out the line of fire, David leaned back around the bulkhead to see if the latest barrage of stun grenades had had any effect on the rebels.

Another blast near his head told him that it had no effect yet again.

Looking about as he thought about what to try next, David spied the corporal’s Mauser assault rifle lying in the corridor near enough to grasp.

Inspired by a moment of fear for the safety of his troopers who were pinned down and under fire, David thought to himself, What the hell.

Jerking forward and grabbing the Mauser, David reeled himself back to cover as several laser bolts scored the deck where he had been.

Damn they are getting quick to respond to any movement.

David made sure that the corporal was propped up out of the line of fire and then went to work on his idea.

Yelling to his jump infantry platoon leader Andrea Petersen, David called to her to throw a grenade clip to him.  He caught the toss and slammed back in to the bulkhead once again.  Expertly ejecting the current clip of spent and live rounds of stun grenades in the Mauser 960, David slapped home a clip of fragmentation grenades and primed the launcher.  The grenade clip was one of only seven clips that the entire boarding party of seven platoons carried.  Only the platoon leaders had been given a single clip apiece and were under strict orders to only use them under the direst circumstances.  David had made that crystal clear in his orders for the boarding parties that were launching operations against all three rebel warships that were crippled in at the nadir jump point.

The ride over on the NL-24s or as they were more affectionately known “battle taxis” had been tense but uneventful compared to the raging naval battle that had concluded just mere hours before.  Of the rebel warships, only the Lola II even had a few large lasers for anti-fighter defense.  Luckily it had lost power to its weapons bays after the savaging it had gotten from the vengeful SLDF warships that had met the rebel squadron’s battle challenge.

In the case of the Audacious, the SLDF boarding party was able to board the warship thru her own small craft bays.  The doors to the bay were still intact and were easily overridden with a lock cracking program used by a naval technician who was part of the boarding team.

Funny that we were just able to basically walk right in with no resistance from the rebels, of course the hits this battlewagon took from the Novo were pretty devastating David had thought to himself right before they had met the first resistance in the form of a repair team rushing down a corridor adjacent to the small craft bay area.  A quick burst of Mauser fire had cut half of them down and sent the rest in a hasty retreat back through the ship.

From there things got progressively harder as rebel resistance stiffened.  The SLDF party fought it way through impromptu fighting positions and strong points until they hit the last corridor before the auxiliary bridge.  Here the SLDF was brought to a total halt.  The firefight had been steadily intensifying as the rebels made a fanatical last ditch stand and threw everything they had into the fray.

Here we go David thought as he did a quick roll into the corridor and shouting “Hit the deck!” as he came to halt and into a knee bent firing position and let loose with the entire six round grenade clip.

A combination of the Mauser 960’s kick and several laser pistols hitting his torso ballistic plating knocked David onto the deck and momentarily stunned him.  About a minute later he regained his senses enough to see Andrea leaning over him with a naval medical rating checking him for wounds.

“Looks like he just has a mild concussion and will probably have some nasty bruising but he is okay otherwise,” the naval rating said.

 â€œThank you, please tend to the others,” Andrea said to the naval rating.  Turning to look down and speak to David, she said, “We took the bridge sir and I will add that was the most full hardy thing I have every seen a general do too sir.”

“What if you had been killed?”

Coughing to clear his throat, David responded smiling, “Well at least I would have gone out with a bang.”

“Sir, that was about the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard,” Andrea said laughing softly.

“Just don’t do it again please, I do not want to have to tell the rest of the company.”

“Well we will have to see about that then,” David said as he sat up slowly.  For the second time in a day the room was still spinning but nothing like the first time right after the blast in the Officer’s Mess.  Looking around, David saw the devastation he had wrought with the Mauser 960 on the .

Noticing where he was looking Andrea said,” You pretty much wiped out all the defenders with the concentrated fire of all those frag grenades.  There is not much left of them after that.  The rest of the defenders pretty much lost heart after that firepower demonstration.”

As they both stood and watched the rest of the SLDF troopers finish securing the auxiliary bridge Andrea touched her helmet and confirmed a communication she had just received.

Smiling, she turned to David and reported, “Sir I beg to report that the SLS Audacious is reporting for duty.”

Patting a bulkhead, David said, “Welcome back to the fleet old girl, welcome back.”

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #67 on: October 05, 2009, 07:53:03 PM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on October 05, 2009, 05:06:47 PM
"Some rebel elements remained to clean up, but the immediate threat of attack had been dealt with by the might of the SLDF. "

Wouldn't it be the Star League Navy?


A good point there Ice Hellion!

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #68 on: October 05, 2009, 08:06:32 PM »

XXVII. Lothairian Aftermath
 
Nadir Jump Point,
Lothair System,
SLDF Federated Suns Military Region District Three
11 January, 2765.
0200 hours

The 10th of January had finally passed for the 326th BattleMech Division.  It had been a day that had seen great loss and even greater heroism on the part of so many members of the division.  The rebel warship squadron was defeated, as were the two rebel Q-ship dropships and four of their ships had been captured in hard fought boarding actions.

But there was still more to come, just not in Lothair.

Aboard the SLS Audacious’ Auxiliary Bridge.

David had entered the auxiliary bridge more out of curiosity than anything else.  The Monsoon-class battleship was a relic of a bygone era and a connection to the past.  Being a big military history buff in his spare time, David wanted to have a look around.  Several stations had blood stains where the last defenders had tried for a last ditch stand and had paid for their folly even as the rest of the warship’s crew had been surrendering.

A by chance glance at a computer screen had caught his attention.  A blinking cursor asking the user if the file currently pulled up was to be deleted.  David had typed in no more for the sake of it than in a hope of finding  some useful intelligence on what the rebel squadron’s plans had been.  As he sat down, David began to read.  The further into the database he went, the harder the look on his face became.  Most of the database was security encrypted, but enough was left open to determine what the rebels had had planned and what their final destination had been.  The planet at the end of the plan that David read was there and then he saw the name the rebels were going there for.

“Oh shit!”, was the only thing he could utter as he grasped the full reality of what the rebels had planned and what would have happened if the rebel squadron had made it there.

At least we stopped this part of their plan, David thought with a certain grim satisfaction.  We paid the bill in blood, but we stopped them.

Thinking for a moment David then realized the other part of the plan that he had read.   There is still a ground component.  And from what I have read, no one knows that all hell is going to break loose in just little over a week.

David sat with that thought for only a moment before hitting the communications device on his wrist to call Andrea Petersen, his infantry platoon leader.

“Andrea, gather up your platoon and turn this warship over to the rest of the boarding party, we just got an invitation to New Vandenberg.”

Six hours later aboard the SLS Novosibirsk at docking collar seven connected to the dropship SLS Fort Fisher.

“Are you sure you know what you are doing David?”, Savang asked his friend.

“No Savang, I sure as hell definitely do not know what I am doing, but I do know that I have to, there is no other choice.”

“It’s a hell of a gamble and we may not make it in time.”

“We have got to try though, if the rebels on the ground succeed in their mission, they could alter the course of history and with it the person who could lead us out of this nightmare scenario.”

“You are acting like this is the end of the world David, I am worried about you.”

The look on his friend’s face told Savang he had hit the nail on the head with that comment, but he was not sure if it really the end of the world or his friend had gone off the deep end.

Pausing from the latest in a seemingly endless stream of officers and naval ratings running up to him to sign off on an order or adjust any last minute details for the plan that he had formulated on the shuttle flight back to the  Novosibirsk, David thought for a moment and answered his friend,” Don’t worry Savang, hell the jump drives on those cruisers will probably blow up long before we get to New Vandenberg.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me of that part, don’t remind me,” Savang responded.

They then both turned and boarded the Fort Fisher with a purpose.

Two hours later aboard the SLS Fort Fisher docked with the SLS Yorktown.

The warning klaxon sounded and David braced for the leap into hyperspace.  The world spun rapidly out of control and then came back into focus as the heavy cruiser came back into to normal space at the zenith jump point at Centavido across the border in Taurian Concordant space.

Before anything at the jump point could barely register the four warships that had been picked to form the naval contingent of David’s plan, another series of warning klaxons signaled a second hyperspace jump.

Moments later the Yorktown and its attached dropships and fellow warships arrived in tight jump formation in the Taurian system of Atreus Prime.

“All stations report normal and green lights General, the Captain of the Yorktown reports preparations for the hot recharge of the jump drives are already beginning,” the Captain of the Fort Fisher reported to David.

“Thank you Captain, carry on if you please sir,” David replied.

Two jumps down, three to go till we reach New Vandenberg.  Task Force Aleksandr is a go!   

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #69 on: October 06, 2009, 01:28:27 AM »

XXVIII. Task Force Aleksandr
 
Nadir Jump Point,
Landmark System,
SLDF Taurian Concordant Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.
1100 hours

Final Staff Briefing Holotank Chamber Aboard The Bridge Of The SLS Yorktown

“We have been through these scenarios time after time with every variable imaginable, I just do not see any fresh angles or any other factors that we can throw in the pool that could affect our plans,” a captain commented via her image on the trivideo display flickering in real time from the direct laser link casting a comms signal from the SLS Ticonderoga where she was physically standing addressing the gathered officers and senior enlisted officers of the task force that had been assembled for this mission.

Finishing her portion of the briefing, she took a seat and the camera capturing his image panned back out to encircle the briefing room on the SLS Ticonderoga.  The next officer to comment was the major who David had brevetted to command of 5 Brigade.

“We have exhausted everything that we can come up with to throw at our task force in war games and simulations these past six days.  We, (speaking as he gestured around the holo-image to encompass all the assembled staffs of each unit involved in the planning) feel the battle plan is ready for finalization sir.”

“Very well, thank you major,” David said as he walked to the center of the Yorktown’s holotank.

“As the major just said, all the necessary planning has been done with every contingency we can think of having been thrown at it.  So as far I am concerned we are ready to go.“

“All right then, we are ready as we are going to be, the troopers are ready as are you their leaders.  We are going to be arriving under EMCON so no transmissions are going to be sent out.  It would most likely tip the hand of the rebel forces before any SLDF forces could be in any position to help General Kerensky. “

“On that note, to recap our plan, we will arrive at a pirate point 4 hours from New Vandenberg, if we encounter any SLDF naval forces we will hail them and bring them under our squadron’s authority as needed, no one gets word out as I do not who or what to trust in this system.  I am not saying any ship or unit is compromised, but if the rebels were able to get the Commanding General’s itinerary some months ago, we know they have some pretty deep cover intelligence agents somewhere, so we are taking no chances.”

“We all know what just a few rebels with the right tools and information can do as each of you witnessed firsthand in Lothair.  Our combined efforts there defeated them and so we will again here.”

Glancing at a chronometer on a side of the holotank, David continued.

“Back to the plan though as we are growing short on time and the cruisers we are riding will have their KF drives charged again soon.  We are going in at the two Aegis’s max speed of 1.5 Gs with the warships on the outside and the dropships on the inside in tight box formation.  The Navy understands the imperative of getting the ground components in unharmed and in one piece.  We will retain the cruisers’ one lithium fusion charge to get Kerensky out if we cannot get him back to the McKenna’s Pride as planned.  They will jump to the zenith point and wait for further orders.”

“The Mech carriers will conduct the first drops from high orbit to insert the Mech forces from each combat command to secure our LZs for the dropship groups to land and disembark the rest of our infantry, armor, and artillery.  The dropships are going to remain on five minute alert for take-off and emergency pick-up as needed.”

“Each combat command will form up with their respective attachments and move to your jump-off points.  Our main problem is going to be locating where General Kerensky will be after the rebels light off their diversion plans and then send in the headhunter battalion to kill him.  We are going to have to just wait for that information to come to us as we will not be in communications till we are grounded and ready to move.  Once again, I emphasize, we are not using comms to raise HQ as up to this point in time, I have no way of telling that it will not tip off the rebels and make them launch their plans prematurely.  We get one shot at this and I for one have not traveled 120 light years to fail.”

Noting the many heads being shaken in silent agreement to his last statement, David took heart and continued,” We are going to intercept the rebel battalion and along with anything else the rebels have got and destroy them.  We get Kerensky aboard his dropship and to the McKenna’s Pride, from there we again revert back to SLDF control and go where we are ordered.”

“If there are no other questions or comments, I call this briefing to an end.  May the blessings of the Camerons be with you and watch as we succeed in out mission.”

Calling the assembled group of leaders to attention, David simply said to them, “Strength.”

“Honor,” they replied and then were dismissed back to their units.

David smiled as he thought, They have all done their very best and I cannot be more proud of them, for all they have gone through so far, I fear the worst may be to come yet.

Seeing Savang Moua approach him as the last of the cadre in the holotank on Yorktown make their way off the bridge, David stayed in the holotank till he was by his side.

“Sir”, Savang said as he stood at attention with only the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

Looking annoyed, David told him, “If you do not quit that, I will throw you in the brig myself Savang, I told you, when it is just us, its David and I mean it.”

Savang laughed with that.

“It is only a show of respect to you, sir.”

“Urghhh,” David said in frustration and then started to laugh.

“I needed that Savang, thanks.”

“I know, you have been pushing yourself too hard this week, we are ready and you have made sure of that.  Now if I may suggest, go get some rest as we jump in little under six hours.”

“Agreed,” David replied as he left the holotank to walk to the elevator banks that would take him to the flag quarters on deck 5.

After they had entered the elevator, Savang broached a subject he had not in the briefing.

“I still do not like being in charge of a rump battalion, I just want my company and I really do believe that I should be on the ground with you where you need me.”

“Savang, that matter is closed, you have B and C companies of our battalion as my troubleshooters.  I need someone I trust implicitly and can call upon to do whatever is necessary to complete the mission.  I already have Andrea on standby with a rump battalion of the 125th’s jump infantry platoons and hovertanks.”

“Now you think you have it tough, she had to put together two companies out of six lances who only show each other in full regimental exercises and then make them into a battalion for this mission.”

“And as I recall David, she has been in your other ear even loudly and persistently than me.”

Rolling his eyes David said.” I know, I know, and I told her the exact same thing, I need you both where you are as I am going to have my hands full running this combined brigade.  So, the mission assignments stay unchanged, end of story and case closed, are we tracking?”

Seeing his friend had closed the matter and there was no more trying to change his mind, Savang simply said,”Yes, sir.”

“There is the other little matter of Colonel Amarisson back with the rest of the division in Centavido by now.”

Rolling his eyes even more than before, David went to a place on that subject he had not wanted to till after the mission to save Kerensky was over.

“Savang, its simple, he can raise all the hell he wants about not being made the division commander by me.  I was given it by General Clark and that is that.  He will have his hands full running One Brigade from the brig on the Novo.”

“Well you did solve that problem rather efficiently by throwing in there, but you will have hell to pay when he gets to General DeChavilier and blabs his story of you running roughshod over him and his, what was it he called it, his royal right to command.”

“Oi, do not remind me, I know he will go straight to DeChavilier, but that is then, this is now, and I am still in command and I have bigger fish to fry right now.”

“I know David, just reminding you, it is not all getting to make plans and then shooting some enemy Mechs.  Your job now has politics involved, be they military or actual political figures.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will actually be glad if Amarisson gets me relieved, I can get more than three hours of sleep in a row for once, call it a blessing by a jackass in the guise of a mule’s hide,” David said as he stepped out of the elevator to catch a few hours rest before the last hyperspace jump to New Vandenberg.

Just as the doors started to close, Savang snapped out “Aye, aye, sir, what ever you say sir,” as he did the most comedic salute that David had ever seen his whole life.

What would I do without my friends to lean on, guess I can find out one day soon.  But for now, its sleep, shower, dress, jump, drop, do battle, save the General.  Simple enough, right?  I will know soon enough.  Now off to bad.

With that, David walked into his flag quarters and went to his bunk.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #70 on: October 06, 2009, 01:29:06 AM »

XXVIV. Task Force Aleksandr Order Of Battle

Unit assignment can be as seen as follows : company / battalion / regiment / brigade / division

Command Team
A Co/1/125/2/326
1st Artillery Co/Reg BG/125/2/326
1st Tank Co/Reg BG/125/2/326
125 Aero Group/125/2/326

Troubleshooter Team
B & C Co/2/125/2/326

Close Protection Team
1st Provincial Jump Inf Co/125/2/326
1st Provincial Hovertank Co/125/2/326

Combat Command Alpha
Reg Comm Co/392/1/326
1st Batt/392/1/326
2nd Batt/5307/3/32/6
1st Batt/233/4/326
1st Batt/849/5/326

Combat Command Beta
Reg Comm Co/5307/3/326
1st Batt/5307/3/326
2nd Batt/5307/3/326
212th Striker Batt/3/326
2nd Batt/849/5/326

Combat Command Gamma
2nd Batt/392/1/326
3rd Batt/392/1/326
1st Batt/5308/3/326

Combat Command Delta
1st Batt/686/4/326
3rd Batt/849/5/326
1st Provincial Dropship Batt/326

Warship group
2 Aegis-class CA – SLS Yorktown, SLS Ticonderoga
2 Avatar-class CA – SLS Tarawa , SLS Valley Forge
728th Aero Reg/456/326

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #71 on: October 06, 2009, 02:41:56 PM »

He likes to run into troubles even when he is the only one able to command the units.

What is a rump?

And how come the "bad guys" have all their plans in a computer?

MechRat Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #72 on: October 06, 2009, 03:51:33 PM »

In most English usage, the "rump" is the backside of something. As in the hindquarters of an animal, the part of the body that people typically sit on, etc. How it is used in this context, I am not sure. Maybe as a form of reserve force? Huh

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #73 on: October 06, 2009, 05:55:15 PM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on October 06, 2009, 02:41:56 PM
He likes to run into troubles even when he is the only one able to command the units.

Which he are you askinga bout Ice?  And which units are only he able to run?  Just wondering so I can be more specific able to answer for you.

Quote from: Ice Hellion on October 06, 2009, 02:41:56 PM
What is a rump?

In this case it refers to the two provisional companies formed from the three platoons of jump infantry and hover armor from the main battalions of the 125th.  Not quite a full battalion but still larger than a company.

A good reference that I can give in Starship Troppers when Rico is assigned to a ship that carries two companies of MI troppers.  They are formed into a semi-independent unit that drops and fights as a two company "rump" battalion.

Some other real life references I can refer you to:

http://books.google.com/books?id=pvQsHgL2VvkC&pg=PA248&lpg=PA248&dq=rump+battalion&source=bl&ots=A8avRHTB3l&sig=hb8GRffTDqD6nGMdvzVauXVxOeE&hl=en&ei=tbjLSsyFBcKLtge4ktW0Cw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=5#v=onepage&q=rump%20battalion&f=false

http://books.google.com/books?id=lwPNzOiYQZQC&pg=PA190-IA16&lpg=PA190-IA16&dq=rump+battalion&source=bl&ots=KEvn5yk8K7&sig=x5LRyj1He0gOel496cqn0Knefy4&hl=en&ei=BLnLSsT7DZantgfzq8nkAQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=10#v=onepage&q=rump%20battalion&f=false

http://books.google.com/books?id=_vqwwU3XdogC&pg=PA160&lpg=PA160&dq=rump+battalion&source=bl&ots=aJa31eIFkp&sig=nsUaXI1mRw8LzyaI5dAbpDbRLuQ&hl=en&ei=tbjLSsyFBcKLtge4ktW0Cw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=8#v=onepage&q=rump%20battalion&f=false

Quote from: Ice Hellion on October 06, 2009, 02:41:56 PM
And how come the "bad guys" have all their plans in a computer?

Plot, it moves the story along.

The main rational I wrote that way is if the rebel Ghost Squadron had blown away the 326th, no SLDF forces would have not found the plans at all.  They were very confident in their plan to sabotage the 326th and then kill it, the plan's execution, and their element of surprise.  Another part of it is the database will play a couple of parts in the near distant future plotline.

I hope this helps to answer.


Takiro Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #74 on: October 07, 2009, 06:03:50 AM »

"rump" to me refers to an incomplete entity that is struggling to simply survive in a reduced state. Provisional or ad hoc would be good synonyms. A "rump state" like Taiwan is a great modern day example. The island nation is a remnant of the Chinese Republic of Chang Kai-shek.
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Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #75 on: October 07, 2009, 04:38:54 PM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on October 06, 2009, 05:55:15 PM
Which he are you askinga bout Ice?  And which units are only he able to run?  Just wondering so I can be more specific able to answer for you.

David.
If I got it well, he is the main officer remaining alive and yet he leads infantry troopers against an enemy in a dangerous mission.

Quote from: Savage Coyote on October 06, 2009, 05:55:15 PM
In this case it refers to the two provisional companies formed from the three platoons of jump infantry and hover armor from the main battalions of the 125th.  Not quite a full battalion but still larger than a company.

A good reference that I can give in Starship Troppers when Rico is assigned to a ship that carries two companies of MI troppers.  They are formed into a semi-independent unit that drops and fights as a two company "rump" battalion.

Should I say it is a temporary unit assigned to an independent action?

Quote from: Savage Coyote on October 06, 2009, 05:55:15 PM
Plot, it moves the story along.

This one I knew the answer Tongue

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #76 on: October 07, 2009, 11:09:03 PM »

Heh, Ice, lead from the front, besides, why sit in the back you get to course the flow of events from teh front line heh.

But, yes I will introducing more folks to do leadership with.

Funny thing too is no one looked at the OOB for TF Alek.  The rump battalion is only mentioned in two sentences but so many people looked at only that, lol, ah well, it is for future reference for me I think for future chapters.

Thanks everyone for your input, I will keep it in mind as many good points have been brought up.   Smiley

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #77 on: October 08, 2009, 04:27:07 PM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on October 07, 2009, 11:09:03 PM
Heh, Ice, lead from the front, besides, why sit in the back you get to course the flow of events from teh front line heh.

I know about the advantages and disadvantages of leading from the front (just look at most German officers in WWII) but leading from the front is one thing, overexposing one is another thing.

Quote from: Savage Coyote on October 07, 2009, 11:09:03 PM
Funny thing too is no one looked at the OOB for TF Alek.

I looked at it.
If I understood it well, it is infantry heavy with one Striker battalion (probably a 'Mech), some artillery and some tanks units.
I would have done it differently but it is your plot and your plans  T

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #78 on: October 08, 2009, 06:27:38 PM »

Quote from: Ice Hellion on October 08, 2009, 04:27:07 PM
I looked at it.
If I understood it well, it is infantry heavy with one Striker battalion (probably a 'Mech), some artillery and some tanks units.
I would have done it differently but it is your plot and your plans  Tongue

Heh, you get the cupey doll Ice Grin

Let me put it into units than in unit designations lol.

Command Team
12 Mechs (4 BNC-3E Banshee-D, 4 BK6-KNT Black Knight-D, 4 GLT-3N Guillotine-D)
12 Artillery Tanks (12 Marksmen-D)
12 Tanks (12 Kanga Hovertanks-D)
18 Aerospace Fighters (12 RPR-100 Rapier-D, 6 IRN-SD1 Ironsides-D)

Troubleshooter Team (A Rump Battalion  Tongue  Cheesy)
24 Mechs (4 CRK 5003-1 Crockett-D, 4 WHM-6R Warhammer-D, 4 ARC-3R Archer-D,4 HGN-732 Highlander-D, 4 VTR-9B Victor-D, 4 GLT-3N Guillotine-D)

Close Protection Team (B Rump Battalion  Grin)
12 Jump Infantry Squads
12 Tanks (12 Kanga Hovertanks-D)

Combat Command Alpha
12 Mechs (12 BL6-KNT Black Knight)
40 Mechs (40 CTS-6Y Cestus)
10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
40 Tanks (40 Kanga Hovertanks)
36 Artillery Tanks (36 Padilla Heavy Artillery Tanks)

Combat Command Beta
3 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons
40 Mechs (16 WVE-5N Wyvern, 12 STN-3L Sentinel, 12 FNHK-9K Falcon Hawk)
36 Artillery Tanks (36 Padilla Heavy Artillery Tanks)

Combat Command Gamma
40 Mechs (16 GLT-3N Guillotine, 12 EXC-B2 Excalibur, 12 LNX-9Q Lynx)
40 Mechs (40 CRB-27 Crab)
10 Mechanized Infantry Platoons

Combat Command Delta
40 Tanks (40 Burke Heavy Tanks)
36 Artillery Tanks (36 Padilla Heavy Artillery Tanks)
Dropships

Warship group
2 Aegis-class CA – SLS Yorktown, SLS Ticonderoga
2 Avatar-class CA – SLS Tarawa , SLS Valley Forge
54 Aerospace Fighters ( 24 ZRO-114 Zero, 6 THK-63 Tomahawk, 12 IRN-SD1 Ironsides, 12 RPR-100 Rapiers)

A few Mechs heh.  I went for a combined arms approach like what I take the SLDF way of doing things.  I also brought in units from each brigade in an unwritten unfying effort to bring the division together.  To tell the truth I will have to look into if I even wrote that part in lol.

Total: 208 Mechs, 53 Mech Inf Plts, 3 Jump Inf Plts, 40 Tanks, 64 Hovertanks, 120 Artillery tanks, 72 Aerospace Fighters, 20 Dropships, and 4 Warships.  The partridge in a pear tree I left out  Grin

heh, alrighty I am going to get some more chapters up this weeknd.  Have fun!

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #79 on: October 09, 2009, 01:43:57 PM »

Quote from: Savage Coyote on October 08, 2009, 06:27:38 PM
Heh, you get the cupey doll Ice Grin

 Huh Huh Huh

Takiro Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #80 on: October 09, 2009, 06:05:05 PM »

Hey Savage Coyote, as the 326th Royal BattleMech Division is nicknamed The Mantuffel Division I'm surprised you didn't go for a German theme for your support ships.

Ice I think you got a prize for making a correct assessment.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #81 on: October 10, 2009, 12:28:58 PM »

Quote from: Takiro on October 09, 2009, 06:05:05 PM
Hey Savage Coyote, as the 326th Royal BattleMech Division is nicknamed The Mantuffel Division I'm surprised you didn't go for a German theme for your support ships.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hasso_von_Manteuffel

muttley Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #82 on: October 10, 2009, 01:01:31 PM »

Sure- like the flagship Prinz Eugen- that'll thrill the clanners on the boards...

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #83 on: October 15, 2009, 02:46:23 PM »

XXX. Hot New Vandenberg Nights – Part One
Vandenberg Spaceport Complex, New Vandenberg,
SLDF Taurian Concordant Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.

Sentry Patrol Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

Mechwarrior Hensen was conducting guard duty that night walking his Warhammer along the exact same line of warehouses as he had at the exact same time on the same exact route as the same exact appointed time on his exact same watch.  He had been doing this for the exact same routine for the past two weeks ever since he had arrived on New Vandenberg.

He had become accustomed to amusing himself with the thoughts of what emotion would describe him best, tedious or bored or monotonous or all three perhaps.  That had been his thought process he had developed over the course of the first week on guard duty.  Well, that had been before the news of the all out war breaking out at Fort Gorki between the First French Regiment under Lieutenant General Petain and the Taurian militia regiment that co-garrisoned the fort with them.

From all indications, it was a brawl from hell that both sides were paying a heavy butcher’s bill for.  The fighting had been going for well over twenty four hours and did not seem to be anywhere near ending anytime soon.

During all this, Hensen and his regiment had been conducting their normal routines as usual.  Hensen himself had been conducting a slow sweep of his assigned watch area, looking for intruders trying to steal from the warehouses under his charge.  At the same time he had been trying to find a civilian station that still on air broadcasting.  He had been listening to the VNN in the background and had set a live feed to a secondary monitor screen in his cockpit.  The Vandenberg News Network was unquestionably biased towards the Periphery instead of the Star League, but it was generally reliable for reporting the news with the least amount of prejudice and coloring of its stories.

Its feed had gone silent a few minutes ago leaving Hensen alone in cockpit in dead silence.  Except for the steady hum of his Warhammer’s fusion engine, he was heard nothing but static.  He had been trying to manually scan through the video and radio bands to find any feed with no success.  The sudden cracking of his company commander on the radio nearly made him jump out of him command couch.

The picture his CO painted was not a good one at all.  A quick rundown of the situation told of how the entire planet was going up in rebellion over the Fort Gorki fighting.  That was the first bit of news that Hensen had not wanted to hear.  The second bit of news hit him even harder in the gut, the rebels had attacked General Kerensky’s headquarters in Vandenberg City.  The third news bit was that it had been a company of rebel equipped with Mechs that had seemed to materialize out of nowhere.  They had hit his HQ hard in nearly suicidal assault waves.  After nearly overrunning it, Kerensky had been evacuated by his chief of staff in a hovertank with just a few escorts.

It was the last bit of news though, that had definitely shook Hensen to the core: that General Kerensky himself was on his way to the very warehouses in Hensen’s patrol sector to gear up in a Mech for better protection.
And he, Hensen, was to meet the general’s hovertank and guard it till he was in a Mech.

Ten minutes of maneuvering through the labyrinth of warehouses brought Hensen to where he was to meet up with a team of technicians at one warehouse that housed a group SLDF Mechs in ready storage.  The fusion cores only needed to have live cores inserted and then charged up and they would be ready to go.  A second team of techs started loading ammunition as the first team did its part.

Rebel Ambush Battalion Inside Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

"Kerensky is on his way Colonel, we have the rear guard of his escort down and were able to put a few shots into his hovertank before they used their dodged us and the rest of his escort sacrificed themselves to let him make a getaway.  We are advancing at flank speed to rejoin the battalion.  I will report further as needed, commander 2nd Fast Attack Company Out.”

“Roger, Wilco, Out,” the rebel colonel responded.

“So far, so good,” he said aloud to himself as sat in the cockpit of his Cyclops.  His ride was one of the few that the two rebel mech divisions had on planet.  They were beyond impossible to come by and usually only the communication specialist in a divisional commander’s company had one to be able to cope with the massive amount of comm chatter and reports that filtered through in the course of running a division.  The fact he had one was the full weight of measure for the mission his reinforced battalion had been given: assassinate the SLDF Commanding General Aleksandr Kerensky.

The very thought of that accomplishment was heady enough.  That he had been chosen to command the very battalion to do the deed was beyond his ability to describe.   And his commitment to see it through to completion with the death of Kerensky was absolute.

Turning to the all battalion frequency, the rebel colonel said, “All battalion units, home in on the Second Fast Attack’s location.  We are moving out.  May the spirits of our forefathers who fought these Inner Sphere devils two hundred years ago guide us as we begin the liberation of our homes and families!”

326th Division Landing Zone,
Ten Kilometers from Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

“Dropships are secure and on standby for immediate lift on your command.  Delta Command is dug in and has pickets out in all directions.  They should not have any trouble unless the rebels dig up some local support form somewhere.  We are ready to move out sir.”

“Thank you Major, please send my regards to your sub commanders on a good job done so far, they deployed faster than I would have thought possible,” David said.

“I will sir, they are as motivated as you are to save the General.”

“Strength”

“Honor,” the major replied as David cut the comm line to the Combat Command Delta commander.

Looking over his primary display at the tactical dispositions of his brigade, David saw that all commands were in their assigned positions.  His command team was deployed with Alpha company formed around his Banshee in teams of lances.  The Kangas of 1st Tanks were deployed in a picket line between Alpha Company and the two combat commands in the lead of the brigade.  They were his eyes and ears, the scouts and fast response team.  The 1st Artillery Marksman tanks he had left in laager with Combat Delta with a direct line dedicated to its company commander for fire support directed by David himself.  All eighteen aerospace fighters from the 125 Aero Group were in low CAP over the assembled brigade.

Savang was aboard two Union-class dropships ready to lift off and commit to a sub-orbital drop with two Mech companies to respond to any threats or contingencies which David could not commit any of the three combat teams against.

My Ace in the hole.

Andrea had been and still was louder than Savang about her two companies being aboard left aboard the Ft. Fisher as another back-up unit he was reserving to protecting General Kerensky once they had established contact with him.  She also had a private comm. line direct to David’s Banshee, same as Savang did.  The techs had had a field day modifying his Mech to allow for the coordination of a full brigade of troops.

I can only imagine what General Clark would normally have had to face with an entire division’s worth of communication coming in all at once.  Then again he had a trained command staff filled with officers, specialists, and technicians to filter the information to what he needed to see and then respond with orders.  All I have is me.  Oh joy.

The rest of the brigade was spread in a two commands forward, one command back in an inverted triangle formation.  Alpha had its hovertank battalion out forward as a picket screen and then its Mech battalion and regimental command company.  The mechanized infantry battalion surrounded the artillery battalion on its left, right, and rear flanks.

Beta had its Mech battalion in front with first the mechanized infantry battalion and the regimental command company behind it Beta’s artillery battalion and second mechanized infantry battalion were located behind them in echelon.

Gamma brought up the rear with one of its two Mech battalions in front, then the mechanized infantry battalion and then the last Mech battalion, again all in echelon.

Lastly, the 728th Aerospace Regiment was overhead in low orbit near the warship group and their onboard fighters.  They were to maintain a CAP over the entire battlefield and prevent any interference from above.

All in all, a solid formation for what we have to do.  Now all we have to do is make contact with the rebel battalion and the General Kerensky and get this party started.

With that thought, David touched a switch on his keyboard and brought up an all brigade channel on a tight beam channel that anyone wanting to ease drop would have to have had a line of sight to intercept.

“All task force units, this is Mantuffel Actual, final instructions to follow.  You will break radio silence to only report contact with either of our targets.  Watch your fire and identify your targets.  I do not want to have to explain how General Kerensky was injured by friendly fire.  We have ten kilometers to cover and only a short time to cover it.  So my friends lets be to our task, good luck and good hunting.”

“The brigade will advance by combat commands, all commands: commence movement, Mantuffel Actual, Out.”

With that, the 326th BattleMech Division began its mission.

Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

The next half hour had flown flew by as Hensen assisted the teams of techs in powering up a Wolverine II and an Atlas II.  As they were finishing up with the core start-ups and the ammo load outs, a battle scarred hovertank grounded to a halt and out had stepped General Aleksandr Kerensky.  Hensen’s coming to the position of attention in his Mech would have done his academy instructors proud under a different set of circumstances.

Kerensky’s tall muscular build seemed to fit the man who had been Commanding General of the SLDF for nearly thirty years.  But it was the soft gentle voice that he spoke with a slight Slavic accent which threw Hensen off for a minute until he adjusted to it.  Kerensky then astonished Hensen even more when he made a dark humor joke of something about a snowy choice that his kin back home on Terra would have made about the growing rebellion on New Vandenberg.

Hensen’s had a final shock when General Kerensky said that the New Vandenberg had enough weaponry on planet to give the SLDF a run for its money.  That had been the last thing Hensen had expected, as he had grown accustomed to the fact, that everyone, everyone knew, the SLDF had the best and most firepower of any military anywhere.  The fact someone had that kind of firepower to rival the SLDF, let alone on the one planet that Hensen had been assigned to, was a hard pill to swallow.

That Kerensky had lost his entire escort to a company of rebel Mechs was not a good sign.  This night was quickly turning into a bad one.

A very bad one, Hensen thought to himself as he watched General Kerensky and his aide General
DeChavilier mount up in the Atlas II and Wolverine II and start to tune in their neurohelmets to be able to control the Mechs.

We have got to find the rest of my company and join up.  Maybe the CO will know what to do.  I sure don’t.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #84 on: October 15, 2009, 03:04:57 PM »

XXXI. Hot New Vandenberg Nights - Air Show Phase One
Vandenberg Spaceport Complex, New Vandenberg,
SLDF Taurian Concordant Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.

Vandenberg Spaceport Air Space

Captain Jonas Hamish was having the thrill of his life leading his wing of aerospace fighters through the skies of New Vandenberg.  The Thrushes of his first squadron were leading the way as his heavier Thunderbirds in second squadron and the lighter but still heavy Eagles of third squadron were flying high cover.

The entire operation to slip his division’s air regiment on planet alongside their sister division unit had taken upwards of a year of clandestine cargo carrying and numerous bribes of spaceport officials, League employed and local.  The locals had cost far less the League ones, but in the end they all had been bought with the mass of funds that the rebel movement had raised, saved and invested over the last hundred years throughout the Periphery.  The Star League had been good for providing the means of funding the rebel efforts for the coming storm, all the while the Inner Sphere governments had squeezed the periphery territories dry to fund their own military expansions at home.

The years of unrestricted manufacturing had paid off for Hamish’s air wing, because it was composed of fighters that were less than five years old.  All were in mint condition and fully ready to go when the signal had been given to commence operations after the fighting at Fort Gorki had entered its most violent stages as the Taurian militia regiment stationed there had been ripping apart the First French Regiment.  From all the reports he had seen so far, it had been a bloodbath on both sides.

Having his wing held in reserve while the others in the regiment were let loose on the target rich list of League installations and units across New Vandenberg had chaffed Jonas severely.  He had pushed hard for his wing to be allowed to run air support missions for the Taurian militia regiment at Fort Gorki, but his division and regimental commanders had turned him down at every turn.  He had only been silenced when he had been briefed on his air wing’s part in the operation to assassinate General Kerensky.

Jonas had been given only one mission, to provide air cover for the battalion bearing down on Kerensky at the spaceport.  His fighters could strafe if opportunity presented itself, but they were to confirm a target before they fired on it.  The Mechs of the two divisions on planet were still too expensive for their own air wings to blowing them up in friendly fire incidents.  Considering the amount of discipline Hamish had instilled in his pilots that was not a problem as far as he was concerned.

The mission had begun two hours before when the wing had launched from a secret air strip that was based on a six lane superhighway with numerous hidden underground hangers located close together near a pair of rest stops which included a weigh station for tractor trailer traffic that now doubled as an air traffic control tower.

First Squad had run a quick recon over the immediate surrounding area of the highway air base.  No League fighters had risen to challenge them, so the entire air wing launched, formed, and then headed towards their operations area.  The entire flight had only been interrupted by a call from a League air space controller who wanted to get the identification of eighteen blips on his radar that had appeared out of nowhere.

Jonas had been prepared to respond when the line went silent for a moment and then what sounded like a silent thud sound came through his ear piece.  A voice had come on the line and announced that the tower had been mistaken, there was no traffic over Vandenberg Spaceport.

Hamish had smiled to his self as the rebel movement had just appropriated the control tower for its own uses.

The wing flew on, making contact with the Colonel in charge of the battalion after Kerensky.  A few quick grid coordinates and a glance at one of his secondary HUD gave Jonas his approach vector and a possible shot at Kerensky himself.

Jonas smiled another fierce predatory grin as he called his squadron leaders and guided them in on Kerensky’s last known position.

Outbound leg of patrol route Kilo,
326th BattleMech Division LZ.

Major Anderson “AC” Cooper was busy dividing his attention between piloting his Rapier, coordinating with his wing mate, keeping track of his Number One Squadron, and keeping pace with the other two squadrons of the 125 Aero Group on their separate patrol routes in the limited air space above the division’s LZ.
 
Cooper had been one of the few officers that had survived ambush at Lothair and kept his original posting as commander of the 125th Dragoons’ air group.  He had only been spared the carnage of the Officer’s Mess as his duties of flying the group’s fighter escort for the visiting shuttlecraft bearing the command teams from across the division to the Novosibirsk for the Commander’s Mess.  The task of coordinating the three air units from the troop cruiser’s Titan dropships, the fighters from the 728th, and the ones from the 125th, plus the multitude of shuttlecraft had required his being in space instead of attending the Mess.

After that captain from First Battalion had been frocked by General Clark to division commander, Anderson had had his hands full keeping up with the new general.  He was seemingly everywhere, either in person or on a vid connect interviewing, holding quick impromptu conferences, or inspecting the progress of work that the division had put into assembling and moving Task Force Aleksandr from Lothair to New Vandenberg.  That he chose the 125 Aero Group to be the brigade cover was not lost on Anderson.  Some had called it favoritism, the General merely said that was the way it was and effectively ended the discussion.  David had pulled Anderson aside after the meeting where what little dissent had been voiced.  He said that he trusted Anderson and the 125 with his life for many years and that he thought no one else was ready for the task as the 125 had lost no one in the Commander’s Mess.  A solid foundation block for getting the 728th Aerospace Fighter Regiment and the warships’ squadrons formed around as many of their officers had not been as lucky as the 125.

And here we are on New Vandenberg finally.

The 125th was broken into three squadrons.  Number One was his lead flight with six Rapiers, Number Two had six Ironsides and six more Rapiers formed Number Three Squadron.  Each of the three squads had an assigned patrol sector that kept them within easy range of the inverted triangle formation the brigade was using to slowly advance into the maze of warehouses and buildings that were part of the outlying spaceport complex yet out of each others flight path to prevent collisions.

O’Reilly in Number Three Squadron was the first to call out that they had company inbound hot and heavy and unidentified.

Cooper called it into Mantuffel Actual and then started the process of bringing his spread out group back together.  A momentary sensation that nearly overtook him when he saw the ground between his legs almost gripped him with terror and vertigo, but his long years of flying in the CTNA, or Complete Neural Tactical Presentation suit, and his even longer years of training all the way back to Keid Flight School kept him focused on task.

The surreal sensation of flying without a fighter was like nothing else the Star League had ever produced in as small a delivery unit as an aerospace fighter.  The first units had been deployed aboard warships and in command centers in the form of large holotanks where a person could see in 3D scale anywhere from huge scale where one could pluck stars and planets with a fingertip to all the way down to small scale in which one could get the sensation of being stepped on by the foot of a BattleMech.

It took years of training and practice to master, but the huge advantage of seeing in real time alongside the most sophisticated electronics the Star League could field made for a devastatingly effective war machine.  And the pilots of the 125 Aero were always one to use anything that helped ensure that it was the other guy that went down in flames.

Cooper watched as the icons of his second and third squadrons grew into visible specks in the distance as the group gathered and then formed into a V shape with the First in the lead, the Second trailing on the right behind, and the Third on the left behind.  The League fighters rocketed towards the enemy.

Vandenberg Spaceport Air Space

A sudden look at the threat detector made Jonas look at his radar on the primary display.  Multiple red dots appeared in three V shaped formations to the south of the spaceport complex.  His three squadron were equal in number, but he was confident that they were going to fall to his pilots, they were among the best the rebels had to offer.

His three squadrons assumed a staggered formation with the Thunderbirds riding the point for movement to contact, above and behind them came the Eagles ready to lay down support fire for the Thunderbirds, and above and behind them rode the six Thrushes providing high and rear coverage and in ready position to rush to exploit any opening the other two squads might open up in the threat formation.

A quick look at his tactical display revealed a mirror copy of the number fighters Jonas was bringing to the party about to begin.  Their IFF beacons sang out SLDF signals of unknown types.  The warbook program was having trouble pinning down an exact match of what the rebels were facing, but came to a nanosecond decision to call the eighteen SLDF fighters an image of twelve Rapiers and six Ironsides.  The warbook was still sketchy on what they really were though.

Good enough for me though, we have the advantage on range with our Eagles’ LRM twenty packs and then the range of large lasers will more than match up with the SLDF’s PPC, we just have to stay out of range of those Ranger autocannons, they can rip us apart at close range, but my Thrushes will be able to get in behind those Rapiers and tear them up before they can cause too much harm to us.

Passing the orders to that effect, Jonas smiled ferociously as he closed on his prey.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #85 on: October 15, 2009, 03:31:41 PM »

XXXII. Hot New Vandenberg Nights - Air Show Phase Two
Vandenberg Spaceport Complex, New Vandenberg,
SLDF Taurian Concordant Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.

Vandenberg Spaceport Air Space

Jonas Hamish knew he was in deep trouble as yet another of his Thunderbirds was knocked out of the sky by the thrice damned League fighters.  They were Rapiers and Ironsides but not like any he or the other rebel pilots had trained against or fought in simulators against.

The initial exchange should have been in the rebels’ favor with the Thunderbirds’ LRM 20 packs at range against the Rapiers’ LRM 10 packs.  While the number of launchers was even, the greater concentration of the rebels’ LRMs should have been a decisive factor.

Instead, they had been hit at ranges thirty to sixty meters more than their LRMs could reach.  The League fighters had baited him into range with feints and twists to get them into that range and then hammered them.  Two dozen particle cannons had hit been fired and the majority had hit a pair of Thunderbirds and stripped the armor from them, right before what had to be an advanced version of the Rapiers’ class 20 autocannons hit the two rebel fighters and removed them from the sky.

The remaining Thunderbirds finally had a chance to fire back on the next pass as the Rapiers flashed to within LRM range.  The League fighters added their own LRM fire to the particle and autocannon fire as the rebel LRMs crisscrossed on their trails of destruction.  A brief instant saw the fire hit both sides and then two more Thunderbirds fell to earth as another simply exploded in nothingness.   

The League Rapiers veered off to maneuver for another firing pass, but the six Ironsides streaked ahead to close with the rebel fighters.  Jonas grimaced at the thought of a massive volley of short range missiles slamming home into his remaining fighters.  Ordering his Thrushes to hit their after burners and move behind the Ironsides while his flight of Eagles closed at them from the front, Jonas hoped to weather the expected PPC fire from Leaguers while his fighters danced within range of their large lasers but out of the SRM range that the Ironsides were known to have.

The range closed quickly as each side hurled towards the other.  Jonas tried to smile as he reached large laser range but he had a fleeting moment of fear that the League fighters were going to have another surprise for him as the Ironsides continued to close.

Both sides erupted in a crisscrossing stream of lasers, missiles, and particle cannon fire that hit both sides hard.  Jonas watched as blue friendly dots began to disappear from his primary HUD as the sheer amount firepower hitting his Thunderbirds began to disintegrate them one by one.  The Ironsides had also taken a beating but were closing to finish off the Jonas and his wingmate, the only two ships left from his squadron.

The Thrushes were able to close with the Rapiers but were unable to do much more than scratch the paint on those monsters.

They must be using some sort of upgraded armor to weather the laser fire.  This is all wrong!  How can they have done this to us, to me!  Those were the last thoughts in Jonas’ mind as the Ironsides reached short range and finished off Hamish and his wingmate.

The Thrushes lasted a minute longer until they succumbed to the combined fire from eighteen League fighters.

Above Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

Major Anderson Cooper called back his Ironsides from the pursuit of the last rebel Thrush as he formed his Rapiers back up into a wing formation to resume CAP over the brigade column as it approached the spaceport complex.

He called in the contact with the rebel fighter wing and they had downed seventeen with no losses but heavy damage on three of his Ironsides.

Mantuffel Actual came back with a wilco and compliments to Cooper and his pilots for a job well done.

Cooper detached his Ironsides back to orbit to rendezvous with the orbiting task force.

We got seventeen of them, the General will have to deal the last remaining one.

Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

MechWarrior Hensen was trailing behind Kerensky and DeChavilier as they stepped out the warehouse where the generals had mounted up in Mechs and were finally ready to go.  The Atlas II and Wolverine II practically glided down the street as the generals walked them in powerful strides.   

No sooner had they came out when General DeChavilier called out that they had an enemy aerospace fighter inbound.  Hensen ran his Mech back into the warehouse but stopped when he realized that only he had turned form the enemy in a panic.  Shamed, he turned back towards the two generals as in time to see them spread apart by a few steps and waiting calmly for the Thrush to make its firing pass.

In a display of prowess Hensen has never seen before, Kerensky and DeChavilier fired at the last possible moment then maneuvered their Mechs out the line of enemy fire that hit the very spots they had been standing only seconds before.  Their return fire knocked the Thrush out the sky in a fireball into one of the warehouses in a row behind them.

Hensen marched his Warhammer to the generals and was able catch them in the middle of a quibble over whose fire had downed the enemy craft.

Kerensky told Hensen he had made a wise decision to move to cover in the warehouse and that he and General DeChevilier were just at the point where they did not care anymore to duck and cover.

Hensen thought to himself, I hope to grow that old that I can shoot and scoot like they do and the way this night is going , I may never get there.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #86 on: October 15, 2009, 05:54:58 PM »

Wolverine II?
Are you sure about it? I thought it was an Orion and an Atlas?

As for the tactical disposition, the 2 in front and one in rear brings back some memories Cheesy

Takiro Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #87 on: October 15, 2009, 09:48:22 PM »

That is actually from the SLSB Ice. Nice job SC!

Rainbow 6 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #88 on: October 16, 2009, 01:43:39 PM »

Quote from: Takiro on October 15, 2009, 09:48:22 PM
That is actually from the SLSB Ice. Nice job SC!

Knew i recognised it from somewhere, thanks thats been doing my head in all day.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #89 on: October 18, 2009, 04:47:42 PM »

Quote from: Takiro on October 15, 2009, 09:48:22 PM
That is actually from the SLSB Ice. Nice job SC!

Which one?
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Re: SLDF RP 326th BattleMech Division
« Reply #8 on: February 20, 2010, 02:12:54 PM »

Love this story!
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Re: SLDF RP 326th BattleMech Division
« Reply #9 on: February 20, 2010, 02:36:28 PM »

Rainbow 6 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #90 on: October 18, 2009, 05:26:49 PM »

This part:-

MechWarrior Hensen was trailing behind Kerensky and DeChavilier as they stepped out the warehouse where the generals had mounted up in Mechs and were finally ready to go.  The Atlas II and Wolverine II practically glided down the street as the generals walked them in powerful strides.  

No sooner had they came out when General DeChavilier called out that they had an enemy aerospace fighter inbound.  Hensen ran his Mech back into the warehouse but stopped when he realized that only he had turned form the enemy in a panic.  Shamed, he turned back towards the two generals as in time to see them spread apart by a few steps and waiting calmly for the Thrush to make its firing pass.

In a display of prowess Hensen has never seen before, Kerensky and DeChavilier fired at the last possible moment then maneuvered their Mechs out the line of enemy fire that hit the very spots they had been standing only seconds before.  Their return fire knocked the Thrush out the sky in a fireball into one of the warehouses in a row behind them.

Hensen marched his Warhammer to the generals and was able catch them in the middle of a quibble over whose fire had downed the enemy craft.

Kerensky told Hensen he had made a wise decision to move to cover in the warehouse and that he and General DeChevilier were just at the point where they did not care anymore to duck and cover.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #91 on: October 19, 2009, 04:11:30 PM »

I found the reference but I do not think they are their usual 'Mechs.

Rainbow 6 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #92 on: October 20, 2009, 08:12:59 AM »

No, Kerensky piloted an Orion usually whilst De Chevalier used an Atlas, maybe an Atlas II.

Still not sure why they didn't make a II version of the Orion.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #93 on: October 20, 2009, 03:43:21 PM »

Because of its perfection?  Grin

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #94 on: November 08, 2009, 07:12:53 PM »

XXXIII. Hot New Vandenberg Nights – The Warehouses
Vandenberg Spaceport Complex, New Vandenberg,
SLDF Taurian Concordat Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.

The speed of the advance had been brisk and steady.  The forward scouting elements of the brigade had seen little in the way of any enemy activity short of occasional contacts from fleeting groups of lightly armed civilian ground and hover vehicles.  They had been quick to remove themselves from the heavily armed presence of the SLDF units moving though their countryside in battle formation.  No shots had been fired so far on the ground, but contact had been made in the air with a full air wing of rebel fighters.

It’s only a matter of time before those civilians make contact with the rebels and inform that we are here in force.  And it will be only a little while after that they make a run at us to try to stop us from stopping them from stopping General Kerensky, funny how the merry goes round.

The thought amused David as he allowed himself a brief smile before turning back to the task at hand.  The fleeting contacts were becoming more numerous and more steady now.  The advance elements of the brigade were all aware of the Rules of Engagement as far the civilians went: Only fire if fired upon.  Rebels were a different story, only a single transmission to notify the command that an engagement had commenced.

That will be the moment of no turning back.  They are beginning to get the idea someone is here to help the General.  The contacts must be tracking us and telling someone what is coming.  Good, we will bring more of the attention to us and off Kerensky.

With that action in mind, David called for all the Combat Groups to begin active scans as the first signs of the warehouse complex appeared on the near horizon.   The complex had multitude of different size warehouses from small to obscenely humongous and they numbered in the hundreds as befitted the main spaceport for the whole planet and New Vandenberg’s capital city.  Quartermaster Command had built a large base for the reason of supplying the garrison units on one of the Taurian Concordat’s most important worlds.

Well that had been the main stated reason.  The real reason was the high number of garrison units the SLDF has tied down here to prevent the outbreak of a Periphery rebellion.  Not that that policy has had much success and now is a near total failure with the fighting at Fort Gorki breaking out and troops from both sides dying.  Now that blood has been split, it may be too late to go back.

Warehouse Complex New Vandenberg Spaceport

The last company commander had reported in position and ready to spring the ambush on their assigned choke point.  The rebel major both smiled and grimaced at the same time.  He had three companies spread out in a rough line across several hundred meters close to where the last reported contact with the General had been.

Each was slowly pushing towards the last known reported position of Kerensky.  Every company had an extra heavy weapons section to each platoon with SRMs and man–portable particle projector cannons on tripods.  They would be sorely hurt if Kerensky had the usual SLDF infantry contingent of mechanized infantry backed by Mechs and armor, but for this fight they were perfectly suited to the task at hand.

The major was lost in thought for moment but came back to reality with a grim smile. The smile came from the chance to rid the Periphery of the oppressors’ greatest champion and that he was close to stepping into the trap which the major was ready to spring.  The grimace came from the last report from the Thrush of the General’s position and that he was now in a Mech and not the reported hovertank.  The grimace was not helped by the rebel fighter having been blasted from the sky right before his battalion’s eyes.  That the fighter was only one of the assigned eighteen from the rebel air wing assigned to this operation was not helping the major at all.

It can only mean that the League has knowledge of our being here if they were somehow able to down a whole air wing tonight.  At least my part will done shortly when either the fast attack battalion gets Kerensky or we do, either way the job will be done.

Warehouse Complex New Vandenberg Spaceport

The entry into the warehouse complex proper had gone smooth.  The usual sensor ghosts were encountered as every turn was a potential ambush point by some form of rebel force be it Mech, armor, or even infantry.  With the task force’s mix of combined arms, David worried little about anything the rebels had on hand

We have the firepower to flatten this entire complex if I so choose to David though to himself.  A powerful reminder of the might that a SLDF unit had at its disposal and what could happen if it were used unjustly.  

As the lead elements closed with the scout lances started calling in various reports of the expected sensor ghosts.  The lower echelon commanders cycled through the reports and filtered what went up the chain command to David, which at the moment was the warehouses were clear and the scouts were pushing deeper into the complex.  Kerensky was in there somewhere.

Mobile Rebel Command Post

Two companies were reporting a visual sighting with what they suspected was Kerensky.  They were slowly closing on firing range of their heavy weapons one shadowy move at a time.  Each minute that passed brought them that much closer to fulfilling their mission.

326th Actual

David was busy manifold with maneuvering his Banshee, his command lance, Alpha Company itself, and the brigade itself.  Add in the constant communications from the various combat commands, it was a multitasking job he was ready to get a migraine over.

A beep brought a filtered report from one of the leading scout lances to his immediate attention.  He saw that they had confirmed that at least one infantry company was in the way of the brigade’s sweep path to find Kerensky.  Their position in the warehouses made it a messy and costly proposition in both manpower and more importantly to the mission; time, to root them out in an environment that truly favored them.

I can use my mechanized infantry to dig them out but why waste my people when I have another option at hand.

With that thought David called up two frequencies and joined them into one.  The new circuit called upon the artillery company from the 125th’s regimental battlegroup and the three battalions of the 849th Artillery Regiment.  Combined they had one hundred and twenty tubes of fire that David was about to unleash.

Mantuffel Actual calling priority fire mission for all tubes as follows.

David began to cycle though the series of commands needed to call the artillery into play as the first ground elements to engage the rebels.

Warehouse Complex New Vandenberg Spaceport

One minute the rebel infantry company was nearly ready to open up an ambush fire on General Kerensky’s group of three Mechs.  The next they were in the middle of a bracket of spotting rounds that landed nearly perfect on target.  The next minute they were literally obliterated by a rainstorm of artillery as one hundred and twenty tubes of Sniper artillery cannons rained hell down on them.  A fire mission of four shots a tube totaling four hundred and eighty rounds smashed the warehouses in that portion of the complex to a wide open space of smoldering craters and twisted wreckage.

The rebel infantry ceased to exist.

General Kerensky’s Group

Henson was standing listening to Kerensky and DeChavilier joke back and forth over who had fired the killing shot on the Thrush.  He was still there when first a few rounds of artillery went overhead and then a hell storm of fire came crashing down on the warehouses behind where their three Mechs stood.

Kerensky made a comment,” Well, Henson, it looks as if the enemy wants to save us the trouble of blowing up our stores.”

“Let’s find your company and lend them a hand.  Lead the way.”

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #95 on: November 08, 2009, 07:15:14 PM »

sorry for the delay of several weeks.  I have had a major virus hit my old computer hard drive and am now finalizing the break-in process of my new computer.  Guess I will definitely support any future legislation where malicious hackers can have their skulls caved in with a ball bat.

Not that I am a violent person at heart, but damn that was a frustrating thing to have to go through.

Anyway, got a chapter up and will follow thru with more later this week.

Takiro Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #96 on: November 08, 2009, 08:20:36 PM »

Sorry to hear about that SC. Glad to have you back and I heartily support your hacker punishment legislation.  Wink

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #97 on: November 09, 2009, 02:21:00 PM »

Even with 'Mechs around, artillery is still the Wrath of God.

Centurion03 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #98 on: December 06, 2009, 08:49:52 AM »

Brilliant Work! I am looking forward to the continuation!

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #99 on: December 08, 2009, 04:39:28 PM »

XXXIV. Hot New Vandenberg Nights – Alpha In The (Ware) House
Vandenberg Spaceport Complex, New Vandenberg,
SLDF Taurian Concordat Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.

Warehouse Lima 46, Warehouse Complex New Vandenberg Spaceport

The secondary explosions from the ammunition of the Warhammer David had just finished cored and killed went off in a funeral pyre of fireworks illuminating the warehouse where his command lance was ripping apart a company of enemy Mechs.  The massive ninety-five ton Banshee barely even rocked from the ammo cook off as the last of the SRM rounds went into their final form of life in explosions.  He continued to line up a second Warhammer and cut loose with a another massive barrage of fire as the side by side medium laser and medium pulse laser in each arm followed the pulse stream from the large pulse laser in the wake of one of his extended range particle cannons into the center torso of the Warhammer slamming it around to land face first in to the ferrocrete pavement that was the warehouse’s floor.

David grunted slightly as the heat sinks washed all but a third of the particle cannon’s heat from the core of his Mech.  The rise was uncomfortable for only a moment as the Mech continued its stride to close to pointblank range to deliver a savage kick to the fallen Mech which landed on the left arm of the Warhammer twisting it into a bent wreck as he pumped all four of his medium sized lasers into its chest to finish it off while contributing his large pulse laser to a rebel Marauder which the rest of his lance were in the process of making into something that Swiss dairy farmers could model a cheese mold from.

The residual heat from the particle cannon fire from the prior volley dissipated with the current volley’s heat as it was cycled out from the Banshee‘s fusion heart.  As the weapons cycled David called up the tactical map of the rest of his company finding them outside of the cavernous warehouse that that his command lance had literally walked into.  The rebels had been practically invisible to sensors until his command lance had stumbled upon them.  The heat dissipating camouflage nets had masked their presence until they had opened fire on the four Banshees as they walked in.  A lucky turn at the last moment and the Guardian ECM Suites on each of the assault Mechs had led the initial rebel volley astray by only mere meters.  David had nearly jumped out his seat as the tension of the hide and seek of finding the rebels in the warehouse complex had finally come to and end when he had ran right into them.

The two lances his four Mechs shot to pieces were lower tech base than his SLDF Mechs.  The surprise of the high tech his assaults had held was once again helpful as his opponents had only expected a particle cannon and light autocannon as their armaments.

Well worth the expense of refitting these beasts into true death machines that their designers had originally intended but never quite got right till now David smirked to himself.  The 125th Dragoons had a not publicized policy of improving Mechs that were assigned to the regiment by using any technology that they could find in the Star League arsenal.  The commanding colonels of the regiment had saw little use of the usual policy of the distinction line between Royal and Regular line regiments.  They saw only that the SLDF warriors under their command should have the best they could and so they scrapped, begged, borrowed and otherwise collected the necessary parts as needed.

To say the least the collection was unique for the most part as the 125th was nominally a regular line regiment, albeit an independent one.  The colonel who had approved the first upgrades had went with that his regiment would normally be on its own or in support of infantry divisions that needed more firepower so he had responded with the mindset of giving his subordinates whatever was necessary to accomplish the mission.  It paid untold riches of dividends and returns over the past decades of service as the 125th Dragoons gained a seldom said out loud, but well known nonetheless reputation of getting the job done.

Thank God Colonel Nyugen continued on the path his forebears had set us upon, David thought, We are able to accomplish the mission and bring everyone home that we can.

Seeing the remainder of the rebel company beat a hasty retreat from the warehouse, David called his lance together and closed to the large set of entrance doors where the rebels had gone but not through it.  Having had enough ambushes for the moment, David called his number two lance of Black Knights up to scan with their Beagle Active Probes for any more rebel Mechs lying in wait.  As the Black Knights roared in on their jump jets to land on the warehouse roof, Alpha’s third lance consisting of 4 Guillotines landed in over watch positions to cover the command lance’s egress and the Black Knights during their electronic scans for rebels.

Walking out from the cavernous warehouse, David halted long enough to input a short message and then jumped his Mech onto a nearby rooftop as his company fanned out around him to cover their commander.  He jumped the Mech just straight up and at the height of the jump he fired the message directly at the site where the dropship group and its protecting combat command were waiting on further orders and contact.

Dropping back to the rooftop then a short hop and drop into the space between warehouses, David brought his Mech to a halt as the rest of Alpha formed up around him once again.  Signaling on the company net he had Second Lance form a spearhead and began active scanning now that contact had been confirmed with the enemy Mechs.  Not knowing how many there were, just only they were short a pair of heavy lances, Alpha Company began the hunt anew.

Warehouse Complex New Vandenberg Spaceport

Mechwarrior Hensen was amazed at how time seemed to slow down as he and the two generals engaged rebel Mechs near the edge of a runway where Hensen had secretly hoped they would find salvation in the form of General Kerensky’s dropship come to retrieve them all.

He had been initially happy to see his company still alive and together instead of having been picked off of the individual patrols that they had all been on before the alert had went out from the company commander.

Rebel Mechs had apparently made it to the other side of the runway that Hensen had just crossed to rejoin his company at about the same time as the rebels had appeared almost as if on cue in some surreal movie script.  The rebels began firing and almost immediately Hensen’s company took hard hits that left many Mechs with missing armor and in one case a missing arm.  

General Kerensky called for a fighting withdrawal back into the warehouse complex to draw the increasing number of enemy Mechs into the more narrow funnels between the warehouses to help negate the rebels’ numbers.  But the fire form them was gradually wearing down the SLDF Mechs.

First one then another of Hensen’s friends lost their lives as the sheer weight of fire blasted the SLDF Mech into oblivion in the former and in the latter a fusion core failure caught the pilot before he could eject.

Hensen was really starting to get worried he would not see the dawn.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #100 on: December 08, 2009, 05:23:13 PM »

XXXV. Hot New Vandenberg Nights – Get On The Damn Dropship General
Vandenberg Spaceport Complex, New Vandenberg,
SLDF Taurian Concordat Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.

326th Dropship Landing Site

Brevet Captain Andrea Petersen had received the message from her company/division commander just a few minutes before and was hurrying to get the Ft. Fisher ready for a short sub-orbital run to the New Vandenberg Spaceport.  David had sent a message ordering her to get the Fortress-class dropship ready to go as he feared that the way the rebels kept coming out of seemingly nowhere that General Kerensky’s dropship probably would not make in time, either due to sabotage or some kind of attack, probably aerospace.

Andrea had agreed wholeheartly and had began the preparations to get the Ft. Fisher off the ground and on the way.  The rest of the dropship group was ordered to make ready to pick-up of the brigade within two hours as the rebels surely had reinforcements on the way to the spaceport.  While the brigade could hold for a time, the casualties in personnel and material would not make it a worthwhile expenditure for the division as their goal would be accomplished as soon as General Kerensky was off the ground and in orbit aboard his flagship.

Andrea on the other hand was going sooner and had the task of getting on the ground to find and rescue Kerensky.  She was going to be very busy and the last part of her order set left no room for variation or interpretation at all.  David had been totally crystal clear on that part.  Andrea just hoped she had the moral courage to do what she might have to do in regards to getting Kerensky to safety.

She would do what she had to do as the rest of the division was doing; they were all going to accomplish the mission.

New Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

Mechwarrior Hensen was sweating profusely as he watched another friend die as her Mech was destroyed by  the fire of a rebel medium lance which had jumped over a small warehouse as Kerensky led the SLDF company in a series of shoot and move withdrawals.  A pair of Mechs stood their ground while the rest of the company slipped by them in an effort to break contact and begin a run back to the runway to rendezvous with Kerensky’s dropship.  More and more armor was disappearing each time as a pair was rotated to the front to wait their turn in the rear guard.

Only now Mech limbs are beginning to fall off from the battering we are taking from these damned rebels , Hensen thought to himself as he targeted the closest rebel Mech a Griffin and let loss with a brace of Headhunter SRM missiles.  His rage was all he could feel as the missiles corkscrewed their way to the target.

The six short range missiles flew straight and true as an avenging angel for Hensen’s fallen comrade.  As the head of the[Griffin caved in on its self as if hit by a great hammer, Hensen felt a great elation at being able to down a rebel and avenge one of his friends.  The Griffin took a single step backwards and then fell to the ground in a heap as the Mech died as suddenly as its pilot had.

Kerensky called out another turn to the left as the maze of warehouses gave way to an open area where freight trucks were able to be marshaled.  The General called for the company to form up and prepare for the next rebel Mech onslaught.

As the eleven remaining members of the troop formed, General DeChavilier called out that if they moved quickly they could make a bolt for the runway in between where the rebels were making yet another flanking move to turn the League forces defensive position.  Making a split decision, Kerensky ordered the company’s nine Mechs through the gap to secure defensive position while he and DeChavilier held the rear guard post yet again.

Hensen moved his Warhammer at full throttle to get into a position to cover the five to six o’clock quadrant of the company’s new position. Kerensky and DeChavilier were quick to return to the company as rebel fire chased them through the gap the rest of the League Mechs had traveled through.  Hensen’s heart sank as everyone realized that the rebels had finally chased the company in to a place where the rebels finally had them surrounded as the now clear ground radar systems showed.

The rebels were closing in for the kill.

Just as this realization was settling in for Hensen, General Kerensky passed on the despairing news that his dropship was being delayed by rebel action. He thought it was an aerospace attack but was it not too clear from all the jamming sources that the rebels were using around the immediate vicinity of the spaceport.  Hensen knew at that moment he was going to die this day.

New Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

The rebel battalion commander had thought that he was not going to get the chance to kill his quarry.  A SLDF unit had seemingly materialized out of nowhere and had been pushing his battalion hard throughout the complex for the past hour.  His air cover had been blasted from the sky and his infantry support had been wiped out by a massive artillery barrage.  The final nail in what he thought was the coffin of his fast attack Mech battalion was when they had inadvertently tried to ambush a League assault Mech lance.  He had lost the two heavy lances of his command company to those damned Banshees.  They had defied the usual impotent Mech by having been modified to become avatars of death when they had shrugged off damage and fired an assortment of weapons that ripped apart Warhammers and Marauders alike.

The major had been able to extract his command lance and its precious assault Mechs after that encounter.  He had lost close to two more lances to the relentless League unit as it chased them in the complex.  He had been continuing to be run in front of the League Mechs when they had literally stumbled upon a company of League Mechs that had just been found by his quarry itself, General Kerensky.

What had followed for the last half hour was one for the mysteries of war as Kerensky gathered the League Mech company around him and commenced a fighting withdrawal from the rebel battalion as the rebels themselves were pushed hard from behind by the mysterious League force which seemed to be here to rescue the general.

If only the holomovies could be written this well, the rebel commander thought to himself.  But we finally have them cornered and nearly surrounded, time to tighten the noose and end this battle before we are overrun by this thrice damned League unit behind us.

New Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

David listened as his scout lances reported evidence of SLDF and rebel Mech fights.  The alleyways between the warehouses near the main runway were littered with spent shell casings, blast marks, and missile craters.  Two downed League Mechs made the entire column nervous that while they were close to Kerensky, they had not gotten to in time to cover his withdrawal form the rebel Mechs.

Faint contacts had been made the last ten minutes but not as many as when the brigade had first begun its sweep into the warehouse complex.  But it seemed that the rebels had finally gotten wise to the 326th’s being after them.  While the brigade had dropped nearly three full Mech lances, David worried that that they would not destroy and damage enough of the rebels to persuade them to stop their mission and retreat.

My luck is they will be just as fanatical as us in accomplishing the mission which will mean I will have to hunt everyone down and kill them all David thought.

Keying in his board, David connected the various command net bands of the brigade and then said in to his mike. “All Mantuffel units the time has come to finish this mission expeditiously.  All units begin rapid movement to contact.  We will destroy any rebel Mechs we find till we are able to clear Kerensky off planet.”

“All units, Push, Push, Push!”

Closing the brigade wide communication link, David thought, The hard part of this mission has finally arrived.  Now it is do or die time and I plan on the rebels doing the dying.  Ours will be easy though compared to what Andrea might have to do with the orders I sent her.

The thought of what she might have to do brought a smile to David’s face.

Yeah I have got the easy part.

Aboard the SLDF dropship Ft. Fisher

Andrea watched as the spaceport complex grew in enormity as the Ft. Fisher closed over above it.  She was growing concerned that they would not find the General in all of those warehouses.  Just as she was about to despair, the dropship captain called out that there was movement on the edge of one of the main runways.

“We have movement on the main tarmac that can only be Mechs at this altitude.  I am aiming for near the runway edge as near the center of their position as I can. The rest will up to you then.”

“Roger that Captain, my companies will disembark and establish a perimeter while the Mechs withdraw on board, then the hovertanks, then my jump infantry.  After that we lift off for orbit.”

“Affirmative Major,” the dropship captain responded.  Andrea noted that even in the middle of a combat drop that the captain maintained the decorum of an honorary promotion customary aboard ship, that there was only one captain on a ship.

Andrea braced as the Ft. Fisher began a hard deceleration burn and turn towards the SLDF Mech company on the ground.   It was going to be a hot drop.

Edge Of Runway Two

 Mechwarrior Hensen stood his ground as the next rush of rebel Mechs came crashing into the defensive wall of SLDF Mechs.  His Warhammer was worn thin on armor and ammunition.  He only three salvoes of SRM left, his left arm PPC had been blasted off, and both of his small lasers were malfunctioning from hits that had left his torsos looking like swiss cheese.  He had luckily dumped his machine gun ammunition just a few minutes before as a hit on his center torso blasted through where it had been stored.

Hensen shuddered at the thought of dying from an ammunition cook-off or the neural feedback that would left him unconscious at the least and very dead at the worst, as the rebels would surely kill him that way too to get to Kerensky.

Either way would leave him dead and not able to defend the general.  The thought of those two endings gave Hensen a renewed sense of anger and desire to push the rebels back yet once more.  He helped beat back the latest rebel push.

Both sides then paused for a minute until the rebels began again to try to penetrate the SLDF position.  This time a rebel Cyclops came into view with 3 more assault Mechs in the lead.  Hensen knew at that moment he was a dead man as he watched the assault Mech tried to bring its massive Zeus-36 autocannon into play to finally end the battle.  Its armor looked fresh and it was firing LRMs from its Delta Dart launcher at his comrades.

Glancing at his own armor diagram of his Mech, Hensen saw nothing but blinking red all over meaning it would only take one hit anywhere from that monster autocannon to end it all.  And the assault lance was heading straight for him and behind Kerensky.

Well this is it then, my time to die, was all Hensen had time to think as the Cyclops entered the edge of two hundred-seventy meter range it needed to fire off the Zeus-36.

Rebel Assault Lance On Edge Of Runway Two

The end was in sight as the rebel major finally gained sight of his target General Kerensky with is back turned in the opposite direction.  Only a lone Warhammer stood in his way as he charged across the ferrocrete tarmac.

Yes, it’s finally over and that devil Kerensky dies tonight!

As he reached the edge of range needed to fire his Class 20 autocannon, the major toggled the autocannon, SRM-4 pack, and both of his medium lasers into the main firing circuit.  He knew would pay somewhat in heat for firing all four at one time, but the sheer power of all combined would kill anything left on this battlefield.

The major smiled as he lined up the Warhammer in his targeting reticule.

Above Runway Two

Andrea felt the dropship finish its last control burn and start hovering ever so slowly rotating along its axis.  She and the other members of her provisional jump infantry company prepared for immediate drop into the battle.  They were dropping into the middle of Mechs battling and she would not have it any other way.  She only regretted not being able to see the looks on the Mechwarriors’ faces on both sides when her rump battalion hit the ground.

As the Ft. Fisher came round the side of the runway she began her drop, being the first out the door.  Feeling her body drop was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.  Andrea heard her jump pack begin burning full overdrive in a scream that penetrated her helmet.  The meters dropped down in number as she neared the ground close an assault lance that was pressing hard on a League Warhammer.  Signaling her platoon that the Cyclops in the lead was her target of choice, Andrea let go with her Mauser 960 assault rifle.  The laser did not kick back but the grenade launcher underneath sure did.  Her momentum carried her down to the ground then a single bound to close with the legs of the ninety ton assault Mech.

Watching her footing as she landed again, Andrea watched as the initial volley from her platoon scored a number of hard hitting strikes across the head and torso of the massive Mech.  The second volley scored even more at pointblank range.  The Cyclops staggered and then slowed.  Sensing the momentum could turn, Andrea radioed the entire company to focus on the assault Mech.

Above Runway Two

Lieutenant Stirling Carpenter was thrilled to finally be going in to battle aboard his Kanga-D.  As the Fortress-class dropship began to slow and then rotate, he led the twelve Kanga-Ds straight out the drop bay door and then hit the jump jets immediately to begin controlling his hovertank’s drop.

He had only practiced this maneuver in a few test drops, but he had worked it out to perfection in the simulation tanks on the trip across the Inner Sphere as the 326th BattleMech Division moved to the Taurian Concordant.  He had had to spend a lot more time working it out with his new provisional hovertank company as he had his four crews experienced at it but the others had none.  It was funny how his company commander David was always creating new strategies and then testing them out, as the rest of the regiment just looked on.  Funny thing at first, but this drop might set a new trend for our hovertanks to be used in an assault drop.

Watching as the meters fell off to zero, Stirling felt his Kanga-D buck as if the jump jets attached to it would break off in the stress of the drop.  He could only thank the heavens that the extra stress welds and bars that the company had added did their designed job as the hovertank bumped onto the ferrocrete and began accelerating.

As the hovertank company formed into lances, Stirling saw Andrea Petersen’s jump infantry being pummeling a rebel assault Mech.  Seeing her infantry needing help, he overrode the gunner’s control of the turret and swung his tank’s particle projector cannon, LRM-10 rack , and both of the twin SRM-2 packs onto the enormous Cyclops.

As he gained a target tone, he pressed the firing stud and cut loose with all the weapons.  His gunner added the single SRM-2 rack on the front of the hovertank sloped armor front.  All the missiles and projected particles ran straight and true smashing into the rebel Mech.  The Cyclops staggered from his fire and then the rest of his company’s fire as the jump infantry added another volley of laser and grenade fire to the firestorm rippling across the Cyclops’ center chest torso.

Edge Of Runway Two

Hensen was staring death in the face one moment and then the next he saw the Cyclops stagger and slow and then drop to the ground in hurricane of ammunition explosions as its ammunition bays exploded from internal combustions.  The center torso SRM ammo bay exploded form a critical hit and then rippled out to both outer torsos exploding the two tons of autocannon ammo stored there.  The resulting explosion left little of the Mech except the bent smoking legs and bits of torso that were not consumed in the ammo explosion.  The arms went spinning off in opposite direction in to the night to land somewhere beyond what Hensen could see.

Hensen watched as the rest of the rebel assault lance stopped and then began retreating back the way they came.  It was then he saw the massive form of a Fortress-class dropship begin to drop ever so slowly onto the tarmac to land in the middle of the remains of his company’s last stand.

He also saw a company’s worth of friendly IFFs tags appear on his radar followed by another company’s worth of infantry.  He was left wondering what was going on as the battlefield slowly quieted down from the roar of the fire all the Mechs had been pouring into each other only moments before.

Hensen then overheard someone come onto the net General Kerensky and DeChavilier were on.  He had forgotten he had left the channel open through all of the night’s events.  He heard a female voice come over the net identifying herself as a brevet captain with Alpha Company of a First Battalion of the 125th Dragoons Regiment which a part of One Brigade of the 326th BattleMech Division.  He heard disbelief in the voice of DeChavilier who immediately doubted that they were SLDF troopers.  Kerensky’s only response was to say, ”Ah good.”

A hot gale blew over the runway as the Fortress settled down on its landing struts.  Its shadow dominated the pockmarked runway as it fell across the Mech company.  Hensen felt the first signs of relief that he had all night.

Edge Of Runway Two

Andrea Petersen started to continue to argue with General Kerensky about chasing the rebel Mechs while they were in disarray.  He was leaning towards following DeChavilier’s suggestion they attack with the sudden infantry and hovertank reinforcements and destroy the threat at hand.  She was left little choice in her orders from David though.  Kerensky was to be gotten on the dropship and up to his flagship no matter what the cost.

She finally cut him off and said, “General get on the damn dropship.”

A millisecond passed and then she remembered who she was speaking to and added, “Sir,” using every bit of respect she could muster into the word.  She braced for torrent of hell to unleashed upon her from the commanding general of the entire Star League Defense Force, but instead she only heard a deep rumble of laughter from Kerensky and then over to DeChavilier.

The SLDF’s commander then spoke softly in his deep Slavic accent. “Well Aaron, we can not but help to obey the good captain as she seems ready to come up in these Mechs and tan my hide like my wife will if I do not get on the damn dropship,”  at which Kerensky let out another deep rumbling laughter.  DeChavilier added his own laughter to that.

Andrea watched as the SLDF Mech company fell back covering the two generals’ boarding then their own.  The hovertanks went next covering the Mechs and then boarding themselves.  Andrea’s jump infantry was last in the collapsing ring of protection around the dropship.  Then came their turn and she was the last off the tarmac aboard the Ft. Fisher.

Aboard SLDF Dropship Ft. Fisher

Mechwarrior Hensen was standing next to his Warhammer in the Mech bay of the Ft. Fisher. He had a range of emotions that was leaving him very confused.  He came to attention as he saw General Kerensky followed by General DeChavilier walked over to him still clad in their Mechwarrior cooling suits.  Kerensky told him to stand at ease and then said. “I feel for you Hensen.  To have such a disaster as this night nearly turned out to be has got to be a difficult way to begin your career.  You did very well today.  But, unfortunately it looks as if disasters may be what we getting for a while.  I am afraid it is going to be long and stupid war.”

With that Kerensky excused himself and his companion general and walked towards the personal lift that would take him to the bridge.  Hensen watched the great general as the lift doors closed and then and there he thanked God he had lived through the first battle of his life as he felt the massive fusion drive at the heart of the Fortress being to roar and lift the dropship into orbit.

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #101 on: December 08, 2009, 05:30:53 PM »

XXXVI. Hot New Vandenberg Nights – All To High Orbit
Vandenberg Spaceport Complex, New Vandenberg,
SLDF Taurian Concordat Periphery Military Region
17 January, 2765.

Stratosphere Of New Vandenberg

The Ft. Fisher jinxed hard to port again as the rebel aerospace fighters made another firing run against the forward starboard quadrant of the dropship.  While they scored yet again several good hits, Fortress-class dropships were among the toughest every built with armor hides thicker than almost any other kind of dropships and even some smaller Warships.  But even they could be cracked if the attackers had enough time and the rebel Vulcans had been hammering the Ft. Fisher for the last six minutes.

The dropship’s gunners were firing at their best rates and were scoring hits, but the rebels had picked a hard to kill aero ship to send after Kerensky.  The Vulcans had the advantage of numbers, tough front armor, hard hitting weapons, the heat sinks to use them, and a big fat juicy target in a dropship.  The Fortress held a range advantage as the rebels had to close to medium range to engage with their weapons so the League gunners could work them over on the runs into range.  The Fortress also had an even thicker hide and the heat sinks to fire all of its long range and medium range weapons.  The only problem came when the rebels closed to close range and the gunnery officer had to choose who got the available heat dissipation which in turn led to what weapons could and could not fire.

Both sides had been testing each other for the few minutes till the rebels started runs from several different angles to cause the Ft. Fisher to divide it fire and its heat sinks.  Two rebel fighters finally exploded in exchange for nearly punching through the armor on the starboard fore arc.  The situation was about to get critical but the rebel aerospace fighters flew one last attack run and then began to fall back towards New Vandenberg.

Andrea Petersen was left wondering for only a moment as she sat in the ground troop commander seat on the bridge.  She heard the bridge crew give a hoorah as the first friendly aerospace fighters from the 728th Aerospace Fighter Regiment came in to cover the Ft. Fisher as it finally reached upper orbit and began tracking for the McKenna’s Pride.  Andrea grinned with the bridge crew before the Captain put them back to task as Generals Kerensky and DeChavilier looked on smiling themselves.

Damage control parties began the process of repairing damage on board the dropship.  Soon she and her covering squadrons of aerospace fighters were overshadowed by the huge hulls of the four heavy cruisers that had carried the brigade to New Vandenberg.  All four of the League cruisers had deployed their own onboard fighters in an inner screen with the 728th deployed around them in an outer perimeter.

With this level of protection, Kerensky arrived on board his McKenna-class battleship flagship safely.  The 326th BattleMech Division had accomplished its mission on New Vandenberg to save the general.

New Vandenberg Spaceport Complex

David watched as the last of his brigade loaded on board the dropship group which had relocated to the spaceport proper.  He was amused by the late arrival of General Kerensky’s personal dropship when it had finally touched down inside the perimeter his troops had established.  The dropship captain was surprised to find an entire combined arms brigade sitting where Kerensky was supposed to be with only a Mech company for protection.  He reported they had been ambushed in low orbit by an air wing of rebel Vulcan aerospace fighters and had taken heavy damage to their communications gear.  The rebels had broken off apparently going after another target as the dropship began to decelerate and land at the spaceport complex.

Taking note he was short the transportation capacity to lift off one Mech company, David had commandeered the Fortress to lift his Alpha Company off world to rendezvous with the General’s flagship in orbit.  He smiled a the thought of arriving on the McKenna’s Pride to have to exchange one Fortress for another.

Savang Moua came across the tarmac grinning ear to ear as he greeted his friend with am exaggerated hand salute and then a hearty handshake.

“Well we pulled it off Savang, we pulled it off.”

“Yes we did David and we did it in style too.  Arriving literally at the last minute to intercept that rebel battalion was only by the skin of our teeth though,” Savang replied.

“Well, we did it nonetheless and savaged quite a few rebel units in the process.”

"I still do not know why you did not pursue those rebel Mechs though.  We could have finished them off and been done with that threat once and for all.”

Shaking his head side to side David replied, “For one it was not in our mission profile, I really wanted to destroy them all too, but we were here for only one reason, to save the General.  That mission is accomplished and now we are off world to wait for further orders.”

Savang took that in for a moment and then dampened the mood somewhat with a comment.

“Well now we find out what our fate is going to be when we meet with Kerensky and DeChavilier on the flagship.”

David’s smile vanished at the thought of that.

“Well I guess I will be back to commanding just Alpha Company after I get defrocked back down to a Captain again.”

Smiling David put his arm around Savang’s shoulder, “At least now I can rejoin the usual late night poker game and wipe the floor with your sorry butt while taking all your beer money.”

Smiling back Savang said, “Well at least you were the very model picture of a very modern major general for a week.”

Laughing hard the two boarded Kerensky’s dropship as the last of the 326th Division left the surface of New Vandenberg and boosted for high orbit to meet the McKenna’s Pride.

muttley Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #102 on: December 08, 2009, 08:32:53 PM »

With information animal & vegetable & mineral

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #103 on: December 09, 2009, 05:38:36 PM »

Nice.

What are the modifications on your Banshees?

Savage Coyote Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #104 on: December 17, 2009, 04:43:51 PM »

Benn thinking of starting a TRO type of post in the design board to post up some  of the designs, have to put a little more background into but could probably start out with what I have and go from there.

Any thoughts?

Rainbow 6 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #105 on: December 17, 2009, 04:47:12 PM »

Sounds good.

Ice Hellion Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #106 on: December 17, 2009, 04:47:56 PM »

Go ahead.

Centurion03 Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #107 on: December 17, 2009, 06:17:21 PM »

A TRO would be nice... The Atlas and Wolverine are in TRO 3075, so even a short one describing the changes to the 326th's Banshees would be much be awesome.

blacktigeractual Re: SLDF RP : 326th BattleMech Division « Reply #108 on: December 23, 2009, 01:16:02 PM »

Indeed, nice story btw, good action and great use of the background stuff about New Vandenburg.
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Re: SLDF RP 326th BattleMech Division
« Reply #10 on: February 20, 2010, 02:41:57 PM »

Love this story!

Indeed it is a good one that is now fully transferred. Savage Coyote asked me for some help after he had some initial trouble. The first two pages were really bunched full of words after that I had no problems just taking whole thread pages. So you are all set now.  ;)
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