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To: Vice-Admiral Prince Elijah Shalmaneser, Battle Leader Varus Tillten
From: Brigadier General Natasha Welch
Subject: RE: URGENT: Request Status Update
Encryption: CPO Communication Line
Received instructions from our government to hold position at our current LZ. Due to naval threat to the south, remaining embarked ground forces will continue their landings at Beta Beach. UCAV elements will provide aerial surveillance of CPO landing zones, destroyer squadron is standing by to receive fire support directed by observers.
Plans are currently being drafted in New Laconia for emergency withdrawal or rapid resupply.
Brig. Gen. Welch
Beta Beach
The Adiran peacekeeping force was not supposed to be a concentrated garrison. It was supposed to be spread out across Azurlavai protecting aid corridors and refugees. If the situation called for it, they would eliminate established threats. If you believed the brass, this wasn't a war.
C platoon didn't believe the brass. They believed in Murphy's Law.
The chance had remained from the start that the Revenant would unleash some master doomsday plot if it looked like they were about to lose. After all, they weren't just some warlords. They were the former national government; though they'd been driven from the capital and their resources had been ground down by attrition, some semblance of sophisticated organization remained. To use Cetan analogies, this wasn't Badlands Security they might end up fighting: it was Urdnotia.
Before arriving in Belisaria, C platoon made up their mind: since the worst-case scenario meant the Revs would attack the CPO, that's what was going to happen. Lo and behold, the Edomites were ambushed at their LZ. By now even they had heard that the Imperial fuckers they had spent the last war shooting at had just committed yet another crime against humanity. That was bound to piss the Revs off. Pissed-off Revs plus a loss of all contact with the Commonwealth capital equals trouble.
All of this meant they'd be ready for a fight. When the engineers came ashore, they were given orders to instead use their available materials and equipment to construct camouflaged fighting positions. Observation posts were established several kilometers away. Welch's temporary HQ was constructed with such haste they didn't clear the brush from most of the tents. She needed a command center, one with reliable communications, and she couldn't afford a single minute's delay. They were now completely unsupported.
However, despite their desperation, Salinas and the others took heart. Not because things improved in any way, really, but because they were reunited. From the beaches they first heard the steady rumble of the engines. Next they heard more metallic noises, transmissions shifting and the like. Finally, just before they came into sight, they heard the grinding of the ground beneath treads. Then the band was all back together.
As they approached the IFV, Salinas gave a few affectionate raps on the hull. No more foot-slogging. If a fight came, they were going into it properly.