The Fleet settled into high orbit above the planet, just outside of the range of the surface-based Space Defense Installations—although every threat receiver in the Fleet was going wild with the ranging lidar emerging from the surface. Slowly the Fleet spread out to cover the entire planetary surface, but the main part of that vast armada was concentrated above the Eurasian plateau.
November 6, 2768
SLS McKenna
High Orbit, Terra
Empire of Amaris (Terran Hegemony)
“Communications, open a channel to the surface,†Kerensky said. He waited until the rating acknowledged his commander and the light on the side of the screen near his knee stopped blinking and turned a brilliant green.
“Stefan Amaris. I demand your immediate and unconditional surrender to the authority of the Star League. Stand down your forces and you will be given a fair trial. You have five minutes to comply—no further requests for surrender will be made.â€
Silence reigned over the flag bridge of the mighty battleship as the seconds and minutes slowly passed. Kerensky nodded to himself as the count-down timer reached zero and there was no reply from the surface.
“All ships channel, communications,†he said softly. “This is Kerensky. Ship, battalion, regiment, brigade, division, corps, and army commanders open your sealed orders encoded Ragnarok Seven—authentication code Cameron Two Two Four Alpha Three. Execute revised operations plan in fifteen minutes from my mark. I have faith that you will overcome any difficulties posed by this sudden change in orders, my troops. Do your duty, remember your training, and we will prevail here today. MARK!â€
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“We’re dropping on a different continent! Fifteen god-damned minutes before the Drop! He can’t be serious,†sputtered brevet-General Conner Stirling. “What the Hell happened to the Russian landing?â€
“Hai, General Stirling,†answered Minoru as he tightened his chest straps. “We are trained and prepared for this—our troops are trained and prepared for this. It was . . . necessary. Amaris had a copy of the original Operations Plan.â€
“My god,†the Highlander whispered over the radio. “But that means . . .â€
“Yes, Conner-san. His troops will be far out of position for our actual landings.â€
“TWELVE MINUTES TO DROP: ALL MECHWARRIORS STAND BY,†announced the DropShip’s loudspeakers.
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“THEY’RE WHAT!†screamed Erik in the private briefing room of the Archon aboard LCS Tharkad.
“They changed the whole plan, Erik. The landing zone is in bloody North America, not Russia!†the Archon answered as he held his head in both hands. “They know, they have to know!â€
“They can’t know . . . it isn’t possible,†snarled the Lyran intelligence chief.
“Then why the change? Why now? I’m not a General Erik, but it has to play Hell with their deployment schedule. Formations are going to get buggered up something fierce—they must have a had reason to change it. And even a more pressing reason to keep it secret until now.â€
“They . . . they . . . can’t,†he sputtered, speechless for the first time in a long time.
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“Lord Kerensky, Lord Kurita is holding for you,†a comm-tech called out.
“Minoru,†said Aleksandyr as he activated the comm. “What can I do for you in the ten minutes we have before you drop?â€
“I would ask that you open your ship’s secured files. Within it there is a document from Stephen Cameron that needs to be transmitted immediately to Archon Steiner,†Minoru nodded as Aleksandyr sucked in a deep breath of air. “Yes. And fear not, Aleksandyr, “I shall secure your landing zone and I shall hold it.â€
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Eighty-eight McKenna-class battleships suddenly shifted orbit and changed their vector to cross the North Atlantic. Entering the range of planetary based SDS systems, all of them turned to present their broadsides to the planet and unleashed Hell on a mere three defense installations: one in the Appalachians, the second on the island of Cuba, and the third buried deep within the Ozarks. Thousands of aerospace fighters tore into the atmosphere and plunged deep, even as the SDS returned fire, ripping apart a dozen of the McKennas in quick succession. Heavily laden with bombs, the fighters broke through the defensive fire—at the cost of nearly a third of their number—and put their ordnance directly on target.
The McKennas were joined by cruisers and destroyers, and the firefight grew even more intense. But then the Appalachia battery fell silent, followed quickly by the Ozarks. Finally, despite the loss of fourteen hundred aerospace fighters and twenty-seven irreplaceable McKennas, the Cuban battery too ceased all fire.
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“Archon, we have received an eyes-only transmission for you from the Flagship,†a voice said from the speaker.
“Put it through,†Robert commanded with a frown.
“Yes sir, it appears to be a recording, sir.â€
The miniature holo-graphic display on Robert’s deck lit up and an image of Stephen Cameron suddenly appeared. “I’ll make this short, Archon Steiner. I know what you and Erik Kiplinger did; my wife’s blood lies on your hands. And you both are guilty of far worse. But I can’t prove it; and the High Council will not remove you without that proof. So be it, Archon. This is for Marianne and my dead daughter, you son-of-a-bitch.â€
Robert stared at Erik in horror as the transmission ended.
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“NUCLEAR DETONATION!†bellowed one of the ratings on Kerensky’s flag bridge. “LCS Tharkad . . . she’s gone, Lord Kerensky. The Archon was aboard that ship!â€
The corner of his mouth twitched, but Aleksandyr sternly forced his face into immobility. “Were they hit?â€
“No, my Lord. The explosion came from within the ship’s hull.â€
“All ships, ensure that any nuclear ordnance in your magazines are not armed! We cannot afford another accident of this scale.â€
“Comm, send my personal condolences to Archon Jennifer aboard her transport,†the Supreme Allied Commander continued.
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Two hundred and eighty-eight Overlord and Dictator class DropShips swung low into the atmosphere, bearing Minoru’s Assault Corp on board. At 36,000 feet, even as Rim World conventional fighters and aerospace fighters raced to intercept, the DropShip’s ejected eight divisions of BattleMechs—and only BattleMechs. Ninety-six regiments worth of ‘Mechs rained down from the sky over the northern half of Alabama and Georgia.
The speed of the assault—and the fact that all of the Rim Worlds leaders knew where the assault was coming—allowed the Dragon and his Corps to land without a single casualty. That grace period enjoyed by the lead elements would not last for long.