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Postby Fairway » Mon Feb 27, 2023 4:38 pm

Ashikaga Fortress (General Headquarters), Outskirts of Lai Dai, Asaka-Nakasone Border, Kuroda, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...2200 Hours

The assembled delegates still seemed confused by the reference to the slow zone or FTL travel. Romulus interjected, as Vivian remained confused at the query.

"Well, for starters, the primary issue would be density. Internally, we've done something similar in the past in Xaidullah and Qaraqash, which my colleagues in Auxiliary Forces are probably running Tshon through now. The Celestial Dragon is a new autonomous bomber in our fleet, capable of deploying a considerable thermobaric payload on hive targets. We've successfully deployed them in the past to clear out Yan from existing hives once an insurgency reaches its later stages, and it's been quite effective at fighting the Yan inside of the hives, particularly the civilian castes that don't usually leave the hive."

"The primary challenge we have with expanding the use of the Celestial Dragons is, of course, collateral damage. We usually deploy them in the later stages of an insurgency - usually once the insurgents have cleared out the outer hives, and the primary combatants left are the Zealots and the Yan themselves. The thermobaric ammunition we have is great at clearing out the Yan from the onset; however, it would be difficult for us to do so before evacuating the slaves from the outer hive. A related challenge is that a significant, if not majority, of the lower caste are usually reticent, if not hostile, to being moved prior to the later stages of an insurgency. They usually come around after we start launching large-scale operations and after our influence operations have been going on for a while, but it's important to remember that even the lower castes think the Yan are gods, or so I'm told. It'll be tough for us to clear everyone out without...mishaps, to put it politely."

"On a more targeted level, we can use our JALALUDDIN - Tshon must be getting the full sitrep on those as well. The JALALUDDIN is more nimble and targeted than the Celestial Dragon, but we've used them more for targeted operations rather than to clear out an entire hive. We can deploy them in swarms of 150 to 200, and they'll essentially be armed with as much thermobaric charges as we can fit on them. They detonate inside of the hive with limited seismic consequences, but the Yan get pretty pissed after we launch them, so we try to avoid using them early on as well to minimize casualties inside of the hive."

"Now, there is...some research we could disclose," Romulus said, taking a brief glance at Juno. Mars raised an eyebrow, staring down Romulus across the table, as the two seemed to not be in sync. Juno gave a brief nod, before taking a quick sip of tea, as Romulus turned back to face the delegation.

"One of the more effective ways that we could clear out the Yan would be targeting the Moonleaf crop. We usually try to devastate or impact it as much as possible during an insurgency. The main consequences of reduced Moonleaf production are the Yan can't produce the nectar that they use to feed themselves or that the higher castes consume as a drug. We've figured out the biology of the nectar fairly well from our field samples and have tampered with it to alter its effects on humans, but a more sweeping, comprehensive attack on the Moonleaf crop may be a more effective way to starve out the Yan. Even a 5% reduction in Moonleaf production has been shown to have cascading effects on the political stability of the Inner Hive, as the civilian castes - the engineers and workers, the ones who do most of the digging - can't feed themselves and rely on the shamans. Cut off their food supply and things start to go...haywire, in a way. Most of our operations have been basic - burning or otherwise physically damaging the crops, but Xenobiologics has been researching a more comprehensive approach to targeting Moonleaf crops. I think Vivian can touch on a bit more."

"Right," Vivian said, taking a sip of tea, looking back at Romulus, as if reticent to present her findings, "We've run some preliminary studies on the effects of nanoswarms on Moonleaf production. There's a variety of different paths that we've been exploring, but the first would entail poisoning the pollen that they produce. In other words, the Yan that pollinate - the martial castes - could be drugged or poisoned through the pollination effects. That research is a bit more advanced, and we could start deploying the prototypes that we have on the field, while the second application," Vivian said, swallowing hard, "Would entail the more comprehensive destruction of crops - a kind of weevil-like device. We have commercial prototypes that can be scalable for both applications, but they haven't been tested in the field yet."

Juno chimed in, "Of course - we'd need to run more simulations before we were confident in the combat applications of any devices, but they could be useful in our upcoming campaign if we can work out a few kinks. The Moonleaf is a versatile plant, capable of growing in a variety of extreme conditions or under significant duress, so we may need to calibrate the nanoswarms for the exact strain in a particular hive. There are certain genetic variations observable across hives, but it's nothing that Xenobiologics can't work out once we get physical samples."

"As for their ships," Vivian said, shifting the subject, as Mars stared her down across the table, "There's a limited naval presence in orbit around Yanai. Our understanding of their naval technology is limited at best, but from what we know on the ground, the millenarians - a new faction of Yan shamans - ordered the destruction of most naval vessels. There's a bunch of file primers on the Yan religion that we've sent over, but at a high level, they seem to view the Fairway System as a 'Promised Land' of sorts. As such, the millenarians destroyed much of their fleet, arguing that maintaining the travel capabilities across the galaxy would be tantamount to heresy, under their teachings. This is a noticeable divergence from the past, but we have noticed that the Yan have made limited use of their naval assets since the Yoson War - one of the first major conflicts we fought with the Yan more than two hundred years ago. We believe that it may be related to the traditional dispute between nomadic - fleet-based Yan - and sedendary - hive-based Yan - that burned out once we killed most of the nomads, but we can't tell for certain."

"I should note, Yanai is a bit of a black box for us," Mars said, clarifying, "It's difficult for us to establish robust logistics heading into the sector, and most of our military resources right now are being deployed into Shillong. It'd be easier on our end to clear things out a planet at a time - we'd need robust civilian infrastructure in place on either planet to keep order once the Yan are cleared out. Field hospitals, schools, food distribution centers, maglevs, space elevators - all of those items we'd need to start the reconstruction process. It's going to be arduous enough for us to ensure that Yurungkash is probably supplied - not to mention the other regions on Shillong that are still left. Taking Xaidullah, Qaraqash, and Yuddha was a staging point for further operations, but we're going to need a significant deployment of our civilian and security personnel to build and maintain that infrastructure on the planet. If we were take on just the naval assets around Yanai, that would be a different question altogether - we aren't sure what the fleet's connection is to the hive-based Yan or if they're explicitly tied together. They haven't really responded to our ongoing Pacification efforts, so it would not necessarily be a bad idea for us to start harvesting more intel there."

Juno nodded, "I agree with Mars, we have explored the possibility of additional unmanned surveillance of Yanai, but it's logistically been difficult for us to establish a staging ground and we've been hesitant to run the risk of biting off more than we chew in the Wildlands. With Qaraqash, Xaidullah, and Yuddha secured, we do have a strong staging ground that we could use to start penetrating Yanai's airspace, but we'd want to deal with those fleet assets before any planetary operations commence in full force, I think."

"So, it is getting late," Romulus said, finishing his tea, "Please feel free to stay in the provided accommodations we've prepared for you for the night, or, if you prefer, we'd be happy to reconvene in the morning if you would prefer to return to your vessels."

The Armory, Ashikaga Fortress (General Headquarters), Outskirts of Lai Dai, Asaka-Nakasone Border, Kuroda, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...2200 Hours

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Commander Tshon," the short figure said, bowing before him, "My name is Vegetius Rao - I am the Praetor of Auxiliary Futures Command. My responsibilities entail the handling of all advanced weapons research and general oversight of defense R&D efforts for the Auxiliary Forces. My colleagues have informed me of your expertise in autonomous warfare, and we'd be eager to incorporate your thoughts and suggestions into both our prototypes and existing models."

Vegetius led Tshon into a wide hall, filled with drones hovering above the ground, equipped with a variety of advanced weapons systems. Walking up to the nearest one, Vegetius slammed his hand down on the frame, "This is the Thunder Dragon Mark I - the warhorse of the Auxiliary Forces. The Thunder Dragon is the primary drone that we use for fighting the Yan, in particular." He reached down, tracing a few chain guns along side. "The Thunder Dragon Mark I carries a payload of around 250 lbs of thermobaric missiles that can be used for targeting individual Yan targets, either in the air or on the ground. They're equipped with anti-personnel rounds as well for closer engagements - the ammunition can tear through an exoskeleton and cook a Yan in under 30 seconds, though we're still working through a few ammunition prototypes that can make the process a bit faster. They can travel at speeds of up to 250 mph in the air and have fully autonomous capabilities - we've trained their recognition algorithms to pick up every Yan form that we've encountered on the battlefield."

Moving along, Vegetius walked towards another, modified version of the Thunder Dragon. Lacking the heavier equipment of the Mark I with leaner armor, Vegetius began introducing the Thunder Dragon Mark II. "This is the Mark II - we usually deploy the Mark I and Mark II in swarms together on the battlefield once the Yan are up in the air. Your colleagues are probably getting the full rundown on anti-Yan combat from some of my colleagues, but at a high level, the Yan only really enter the fight once we've kicked the hornet's nest enough, so to speak. The Mark II is designed for closer combat - they're equipped with flamethrowers that can do some real damage to any Yan that try to get within firing range of about a kilometer or so. The goal of these is to detect any Yan forces that may be trying to flank a drone swarm from any direction, so we usually disperse these in swarms within the Mark I swarms to maintain a more robust formation in the air."

"Now, of course, the Yan have fairly sophisticated ranged capabilities, primarily entailing plasma-based weaponry. We do our best to keep mobility high in the Mark I, but with their heavier payloads and tougher armor, it's difficult to keep them an entire swarm intact for as long as we'd like. The Mark II, by contrast, has much stronger mobility - the lighter armor lets them reach top speeds of up to 400 miles per hour in the air, so they can also be deployed independently of the Mark I for scouting or reconnaissance --"

"What happens if the swarm gets interrupted?" Tshon asked, "If one of the drones within the swarm gets destroyed, how does that impact combat effectiveness and how sophisticated are the navigation algorithms?"

"Ah! A great question," Vegetius said, "We've honed the navigation algorithms significantly in testing, both on the battlefield and in live simulations. The swarms are capable of dynamically reacting while in the air to disperse if there are natural obstacles and should maintain an equilibrium distance from each other. Typically speaking, if there's a malfunction in the swarm, that may be present a difficulty, but we've reduced error rates quite considerably in the lead-up to the latest campaign. Essentially, if one of the Thunder Dragons gets hit - say a Mark I, the others can dynamically move around the obstacle to avoid it, and then re-assemble in formation. If there are persistent obstacles - say a Yan swarm comes in from beneath them, their programming should adjust the formation accordingly. We've been able to train them on a data set of nearly tens of thousands of recorded Yan flight patterns, and the Yan - as advanced as they are - tend to be fairly predictable on the battlefield."

"Why haven't you exterminated the Yan yet then? If these swarms are as capable as you make them out to be, surely you could just send them into the hives?"

"Another great question - the primary challenge we've encountered is that the hives are a new biome for our drones. In the past, we've honed drone warfare on Kashkar and Yoson, where the Yan were surface dwellers. Shillong and Yanai are new environments for the latest set of drones, so the combat considerations have changed. We've currently working on drones capable of entering hives; however, the primary challenge we've faced is mapping them in the first place. There are also ancillary challenges related to the amount of ammunition they're provided - they can't fire flamethrowers or shoot incendiary rounds forever; however, we have had some success in placing drone swarms at the entrances of hives to soften the targets before they exit. Usually when this happens, the Yan will either tunnel new exits to reach the surface if one is directly blocked, or, if the drones are deployed deep enough inside of the outer hive, can collapse part of the hive architecture to create a natural obstacle, while they tunnel new exits."

"The next set of drones - the JALALUDDINs," Vegetius said, backing up towards a lighter model behind him, "Are more primed for the mission that you're describing. They're relatively new, but they essentially function as suicide drones. They're much smaller than the others, but they're packed to the hilt with thermobaric charges. These swarms can travel in as many as 250 to 300 and can travel at speeds of 500 mph, but they're fairly fragile and aren't equipped with much defensive weaponry. Once they get deep enough into a hive, they can self-detonate once a critical mass is reached. The Yan don't seem to have developed a good strategy for combating the JALALUDDIN as yet, but we do face constraints driven by the size of the hives themselves. The Yan will usually be fairly mobile inside and outside of the hives during combat, so it's difficult to take out an entire hive in one blow. If they notice that the JALALUDDINs are coming in in large numbers, they may also try to escape to the surface, in which case, we're mostly going to be taking out the civilian castes with these - the workers and engineer forms, the ones who do the digging."

"Now, I may have a few ideas for how to improve these tactics moving forward..." Tshon said, beginning to think through several strategies to run through.

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Postby Sunset » Tue Feb 28, 2023 12:21 am

RDF-Imahara, On the Outskirts of the Fairway System, Delta Quadrant... Day 2, 1030 Hours...

"...welcome aboard, Mr. Mittal. Ready for your ride-along?"

It was a casual question with potentially important consequences, delivered by a member of yet another unfamiliar species. This one was Captain Tselat'Safi - or Captain Safi, if the familiar offer was accepted. Broadly speaking, she was a marsupial humanoid with a broad, furry face and a somewhat flat head that trailed off on either side into a pair of fur-tipped ears that were of medium length - at least when compared to those of Commander BatShi, who had briefed him over breakfast and then ferried them across, one ship to another. In something of a peculiarity, she also wore a shawl or drape over her right shoulder and this was thickly woven with both raised images and careful characters.

"I am," and he added the perfunctory half-bow before, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Not a bother - not at all. Just there, if you like," and she pointed to a seat next to her own. By and large, it appeared that all of the ships shared the same general layout - from the shuttle to the bridge it had only been a few paces though there was no intervening command deck. Aside from some visual differences the various stations were in the same place; just different faces. Once he took his seat she sat as well, swiveling to face him while the rest of the officers went about their work and Commander BatShi leaned on the railing behind him.

"To make sure we're on the same page, our objective is to disable, board, and capture a Yan ship," and she glanced towards the center of the bridge where a rendition of the same floated silently in the middle of the holo-sphere. "That one, specifically. Ideally without killing anyone - though I'm going to promise you they won't enjoy it."

"And your methodology?"

"Straightforward. Based on our observations, they're slower, less maneuverable, and significantly outgunned. We'll start with a high-speed, close-in pass - gravy their decks - and then circle back. Pour some more gravy on them and disable their drive and weapon systems. Then we'll send the ARCs over to board and secure the vessel," she explained, ending with a pause to allow him to ask the expected question.

"Gravy?"

"Gravy - gravity manipulation," and she pointed him towards the holo-sphere where the tactical officer was putting on a demonstration. "We'll create a few high-shear gravity wells ahead of their direction of travel. As the ship passes through them, up will become down and left will become right. Have you ever been seasick, Mr. Mittal?" He shook his head; "Well, it's like that but worse. Extreme nausea, dizziness, and for a good chunk of individuals - unconsciousness. We're not completely sure how it will affect the Yan but we'll find out in a couple minutes, won't we?"

"...you want anything?" BatShi asked. "Coffee, soda - popcorn?"

"No, thank you."

Instead - while the Commander went to retrieve his refreshments - Romulus sat back to simply take in the experience. Aside from the Hauyht, who soon returned with another carrot smoothie, the rest of the crew seemed quiet and professional - focused on the task ahead of them without any by-play or chatter. According to the screen at the front of the room, space ahead was empty and dark and it was only when a single star began to expand into a blue-green orb that he knew they were approaching their objective; "Shillong."

"Yep - and there's our target," she added as the holo-sphere changed to show the planet in the middle while the ship appeared as a small red triangle, its course marked out as a dotted line ahead and solid behind. Another blue triangle - presumably the 'Imahara - sat almost at their feet and the whole sphere slowly pitched and rolled as the frigate swept in towards the target.

"Firing range in five - four," the officer behind them announced, leaving out the rest of the countdown as he managed his station. Instead there was a matching count in Mittal's head, a tiny speck just off the center of the screen growing into the familiar shape of a Yan ship as the last three seconds ticked past; "Firing..."

There wasn't a shudder, shake, or even a hum. Instead the ship zipped past - close enough that he could make out the details on the hull - then disappeared as the planet swung away, the 'Imahara bringing her bladed-nose around to complete the sweeping turn that ended with the Yan ship once again in the center of the screen; "Firing..." Again nothing but this time the ship began to rapidly slow, coming to a near-halt relative to the target. Finally - with the third announcement - there was something with a brief cascade of scintillating cyan beams erupting from various points across the bottom of the screen to cross the gap and strike the Yan ship here and there. Perhaps amazingly these were answered; green gasps of plasma fired from a turret under the bow before it went silent.

"Boarders?"

"Away," came the answer and Captain Tselat'Safi nodded; "Alright - let's put some distance between us. Just in case they try something stupid."

"Aye, aye," and the ship again swung away only to be replaced again by itself as the view switched to what was clearly a fast-approaching object.

"Boarding torpedoes," she explained aloud. "They'll attach to the hull and..." the view switched again, this time to that of something standing the appropriate height on the ship's hull, "The boarding team will try to break in through an airlock. Kind of a creative task so right now they;" the ARC4's he'd seen earlier," are being remotely operated by my engineers. Here we go..."

Seemingly alone on the hull, their point-of-view had clambered over the various surface features on the hull to where the two halves of the ship came together in a slightly narrower 'waist'; "The ship is laid out somewhat similarly to their hives," Romulus supplied, narrating as the synthetic boarder worked. "Gravity is provided by rotation with the habitation segment divided into two sections - the slave area at the front and the Yan quarters behind, along with the rest of the ship's vital components. The airlock between the two sections also serves to isolate one from the other - the slaves do not have any access to any of the ship's functions."

"Looks like we're about to find out if any of them are still functional," BatShi quipped as the first boarder entered the airlock...
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Postby Sunset » Tue Feb 28, 2023 12:46 pm

Cargo Pod 13, Floating Alone in the Outskirts of the Fairway System, A Fair Distance Away from Task Force Apple Kart, The Middle-South Reaches of the Delta Quadrant... Day 2, 1320 Hours...

"...so," Doctor Kraus tugged at the cuff of the long, black rubber glove before allowing it to snap into place with a crisp pop and a single raised eyebrow, "which orifice do I get to insert this into? Right? 'Starship Troopers' anyone? Anyone?"

Not a laugh, not a chuckle. Of course there was both a very good and a somewhat bad explanation for this. The second was that it just wasn't all that funny - weird, perhaps, but any acquaintance of Doctor (Mad, not Medical) Fredrick Kraus would use that particular adjective when describing him. The first was because 'everyone' aboard the converted cargo pod was an ARC4 Synthetic Seaman and humor was not in their programmed skillset. A few of these were being remotely inhabited - intelligence officers, technicians - and it was one of these that turned to him; 'greet' would have been a strong word.

"Oh Lord - Why are you here?" it asked, the normally flat voice replaced by that of its (Male, Human, Age 34) remote operator. Unlike the Doctor - who had utilized the polymorphic properties of the ARC4's synthetic skin to give it his own sharp Germanic features, the unnamed intelligence officer had opted to remain faceless - anonymous, cold.

"Because I'm a renounced expert - just what you'd expect to find in a situation like this," Kraus answered, scooting in behind a pair of technicians who were in turn standing behind an impressive-looking monitoring console. Buttons, switches, and sliders galore - as well as several monitors showing the individual occupants of the cells along with strings of data readouts.

"Did you say..;" "Renounced, renowned - whatever," he waved the correction away with a shoo'ing motion. "They're pretty much the same thing, right? You're renowned, then you're renounced, then you're rehabilitated, then you're... Oh, pheromones. Neat."

To summarize and explain, Cargo Pod 13 had - just that same morning - been one of the various and essentially anonymous cargo containers tucked between the aft horseshoe of the Zenith-Class Transport 'Phineas Ferb. Hastily emptied, it had then been converted into an impromptu containment and isolation facility before being detached and set adrift near its companion, the suitably named Cargo Pod 14. As soon as the 'Imahara had returned to the Task Force with her captive in tow, captive and occupants had been separated and deposited one to the other - the ship to be dismantled and examined, its crew to be examined and maybe dismantled.

"...though kinda what you'd expect for bugs. So half-neat?" he decided, circling around the station and up to the containment pods where he stared up at the inhabitants; they didn't stare back. "No eyes?"

"No eyes. Really good ears," his unfortunate companion clarified, joining him at the cages. "Or something like them. Extremely sensitive to vibrations, movement - pressure differences."

"Oooh - like Daredevil! Though they kinda look like lobsters..."

In fact, they looked nothing like lobsters. Okay - they actually looked a little bit like lobsters, though they didn't have the segmented tail or profusion of unholy legs. Just four, which seemed useful as they occasionally moved around the floor, walls, and ceiling of their cells as naturally as the Doctor scuttled around on his two knobby knees. Someone had thoughtfully banded their claws though and this added to the effect.

"...at least some of them do;" though not all and as he walked along the line of cells he observed their differences in a manner that could be described as 'late-night racism', though less Michael Che-as-written-by-Colin Jost and more Colin Jost-as-written-by-Michael Che. "But they're all the same species," he finished, arriving back at the console. "Natural differentiation or deliberate engineering?"

"Deliberate engineering;" this voice was new and if the Doctor had bothered to do the least bit of research he would have guessed it to be the voice of Romulus Mittal. "Yan larva are identical. They are then programmed into the desired sub-species by their engineer caste."

"Gross. And they are sentient, right?"

"...well..."

The general rule in the Republic and across her friends and allies was that if something - so as to not exclude anything from talking rocks to ambulatory trees to evolved consumer goods - declared that it was sentient then it was sentient; and up to the government to prove otherwise. Here it seemed that this particular intelligence officer might beg to differ though in his defense that was also something of his job.

"They show a high degree of intelligence, yes - we've had several escape attempts and they are communicating with each other and attempting to communicate with us. But the involuntary species differentiation and sub-species specialization suggests a lack of agency and free will. Which is complicated by the fact that it is a caste system and that specialization is done at a very young age. I'm Catholic because I was raised Catholic - and so were my parents, though this is something of the extreme of that."

"Catholic? Geeze," Fredrick then added several insults that would have otherwise gotten him kicked off a quote-un-quote 'family' website but the intelligence officer seemed to handle this violation of the PG-13 standard with grace or at least redirection; "...and their communications tend to be straightforward, even when they are communicating audibly. They want to be let out, of course - but they haven't made any attempts to bargain either."

"The Yan believe themselves to be the superior beings," Romulus added.

"They can do that - but they've been captured," the other countered. "You'd think that would at least motivate them to try something other than shouting lines from 'Atlas Shrugged' at us. But I think we'll have a better handle on it once we've completed the language model. It could be that the pheromones, body language - something - adds some complexity to what they are saying aloud that we just don't understand yet."

"Fanny packs."

"What?" one said as both turned to look at the Doctor, who was now poking through the various drawers and cabinets of a workbench that had been left behind when the pod had been depleted of (most) of its worldly goods.

"Fanny packs," he repeated as he found what he was seemingly looking for before hastily pushing it back into the drawer and slamming it shut, "Gross. And I've met the Pope - still gross. Anyway," he dusted off his hands and turned to lean against the workbench, something in the drawer causing it to rattle, vibrate, and push against his obstructing butt as it presumably struggled to escape, "Fanny packs. Pheromones, right? Which means you can't just plop the translation matrix into your external comms and blabber away at them. You'll need something to carry the base chemicals around in and it needs to be big, unless you fancy having a five minute conversation followed by thirty minutes of cat memes..."

"...they probably eat cats, right? That makes sense," he decided aloud, though whether there was any thought behind the decision was questionable. "They're monsters and monsters eat cats. So - you want to be able to carry lots of the base chemicals so you might as well go full dirty-Portland-hipster and make fanny packs..."
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Postby Sunset » Fri Mar 03, 2023 1:39 pm

The Command Deck, RDF-Bulwark, Amid Task Force Apple Kart, Now on the Far Side of Platform HELIOS, The Outer Fairway System... 1600 Hours...

"...first, two requests," Admiral Nyabekhi began. The man stood at what one might consider the 'head' of the table - this time a low-walled display that could show both a three-dimensional topographical map below or a hovering holographic whatever above - with his hands clenched on the table edge and the other members of the working group spread out to either side. Some like BatShi and Mittal were there in person while others - Tshon, his counterpart, as well as the Admiral's direct counterpart - were projections neatly slotted into place by who knows what space magic.

"The first is informed by the second and very much related so bear me out. As you know, we've been able to create an effective translation device based on the work of our team here, Doctor Kraus, Mr. Mittal, and cross-checked against information provided by your I-Squared. With that in mind, again - two requests." A touch at a control panel next to him and an object appeared in the middle of the table along with some supporting equipment.

It was a rat.

A Norway Rat to be specific. One of the more prolific pests that Humans had inadvertently brought to the stars with them, they could be found nearly anywhere if one looked hard enough for them. Even apparently among the Yan hives - drawn there by the squalor and decay common to the slave quarters.

"This is an IntelRat - not a real rat. They are a cybernetic asset commonly used for low-profile persistent intelligence gathering activities. We are currently in the process of modifying a large number of them with the new Yan translation device. Here's where we get to my first request. I would like your people to deliver - infiltrate - a large number of these into the Yan hives. How they are used on the ground will depend on circumstances, of course, but they can be useful as translators, infiltrators, saboteurs - I'm sure your people are very creative. They are also equipped with a communications device that will allow close coordination between those teams and elements that have one 'on staff' and us here - though sustained use will significantly drain their batteries."

"That's the first ask," and the rat disappeared before the table was filled with a three-dimensional model of a mountain, the interior laced with glowing green traceries that indicated tunnels and chambers. "This is the second. You'll need time to get the rats into place and I'd like to use that time well. You have a number of hives that have been previously cleared, I believe?" There were several affirmatives here and he went on, "Then what I would like is permission from your government - these are now Fairway territory after all - to land our intended ground operations elements at one of them and put them to work familiarizing themselves with the space."

"Yes, we can run simulations - and have been - but hands-on training would be useful and instructional. It would also allow us to run force-on-force exercises - bringing in your commando and assault units - as well as run joint exercises against simulated opponents. All that fun stuff. Again, this would be in Fairway territory so the location would be up to your government, but with the idea of starting operations against the Yan shortly, I've picked out a number of locations..."
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Postby Fairway » Tue Mar 07, 2023 12:42 am

The Command Deck, RDF-Bulwark, Amid Task Force Apple Kart, Now on the Far Side of Platform HELIOS, The Outer Fairway System... 1600 Hours...

Romulus had been overwhelmed by the information that he had received in the past few minutes. He knew that Juno had specifically selected him for this mission, but he certainly would've felt more comfortable with a team of fellow operatives and specialists. In only a few hours, he had witnessed technological marvels beyond Fairway's capacity over centuries, ranging from gravity manipulation to advanced xenochemistry. Once these capabilities were sent to the rest of the security forces, he knew that XFC would be throwing wads of cash into any and every surplus weapons system that Sunset had to offer. He knew that I-Squared had formidable black ops capabilities, but these were beyond anything he had witnessed.

Romulus was, of course, no stranger to autonomous weapons. Frontier Reconnaissance had leveraged their capabilities extensively for both combat and intelligence functions well beyond Fairway's borders. But the combination of language capabilities would be a massive-step up in intelligence gathering, not just for Frontier Reconnaissance, but also for Xenoforensics and Xenobiologics. Understanding and manipulating the Yan language could be a game changer and finally shift the balance of power. He knew about the other confidential black ops operations that were still in development at XFC and I-Squared, but this was surely a major victory for both powers.

"That's more than acceptable, Admiral - in terms of my capacity as a Field Officer, I can do a quick liaison with Juno, Mars, and Romulus - Takeda, that is - on the battlefield specifications, but we should be all set for any combat authorization. Mars should have the power to authorize foreign operations in the Wildlands under his authority, but given he's mostly based in the areas we've already cleared right now, he'll probably handle the second part of your ask more so than the first. For the first part, we can coordinate with our existing Frontier Reconnaissance - there are a few sites that we've sent over already that would be prime targets for testing, where we can leverage our existing presence to insert these fairly rapidly into the hives."

"As for the second part," Romulus said, leaning back in his chair, "We're in agreement on the second point, live simulations have always been helpful for training our algorithms as well. I should note, with respect to the geography of the inner hives, there's usually significant variation from hive to hive. The workers - that is, the forms who actually do the digging - usually just get set loose in the inner hives and dig as they see fit, so no two hives will be entirely alike."

"Of course, we're happy to be flexible on locations, but in terms of the areas that I would personally recommend, there are three or four major hives in Xaidullah and Qaraqash that had particularly strong variances in terms of the underlying hive geography. These are, to our knowledge, the largest hives that we've fully liberated to-date, though preliminary analyses of the hives in Yurungkash suggest that there are other, larger structures that we'd be contending with on the battlefield. We've run fairly extensive pattern analyses on them, but they seem to be mostly idiosyncratic - any correlation between individual hives appears to be primarily coincidental, from our limited understanding. In terms of how we can approach the battlespace, I think deploying the IntelRats that we're sending on the frontlines specifically on live worker class specimens might be able to yield us some greater insights into their communication or behavior. They'll have to be deployed fairly deep into the Inner Hive to locate them, though we have found evidence of external flora and fauna inside the Inner Hives, so as long as they're discrete, I don't think it would necessarily be picked up by the Yan."

Romulus leaned back in his chair. Despite his bureaucratic, methodical personality, he could barely hide his stifled excitement at the discoveries. Xenoforensics and Xenobiologics would have a field day with this kind of technology. The amount of raw intel that would have to be analyzed would be massive, on top of their existing data sets, and that would, of course, naturally flow into Futures Command. As they finalized their conversation, Romulus gave a last affirmative nod, "Once we wrap things up, I'll get in touch with Mars and Juno on next steps. Hopefully, they've been keeping your colleagues more than entertained," Romulus said with a slight chuckle.

Republic News Network, Lai Dai, Nakasone, Kuroda, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...1600 Hours
The media stream had shifted to its advertising block, usually blending in seamlessly with the content creation, but this was different. For weeks, pressure had been mounting in the capital, with a steady stream of pro-war rallies pushing for a new escalation. There were the usual suspects, of course, namely Takeda loyalists and their Freedmen allies, but the rallies had grown in size dramatically, especially with the latest developments with Sunset. Rumor had it that Aurelian had been burning the midnight oil, booked in back-to-back meetings with senators and bureaucrats on the direction of both wartime and civilian relations with the new republic.

With the announcement, of course, Aurelian's political allies and opponents alike had played into the surging sentiment, blanketing the stream with slots burnishing their support for the conflict. Though rare, there was a burst every several years, usually timed around escalations, when political campaigners in Fairway started brandishing support for the military. Lighting a cigarette during the intermission, news broadcaster Caspian Yoo sat back in his seat, watching the advertisements roll on. As civilized as their politics was at the higher levels, Caspian always got a kick out of the laissez faire attitudes of the regulators when it came to mudslinging among candidates.

The first ad to come on the reel was, of course, from the Republican Guard themselves. The first few flashes were of Republican Guard personnel advancing in what appeared to be the frontlines of Yuddha. The timestamp indicated that the footage dated back to the first days of entry into Yuddha at the time of Mars' unilateral escalation. Late at night, the visuals changed to the night-vision HUD of one of the operatives, scanning the battlespace and identifying targets deep in the valley. There was little audio or conversation between the operatives as they set up their positions, save for a low, dark electronic ambient sound that played in the backdrop of the ad itself.

Before Mars' escalation, Yuddha has been a bastion of slave raiders, a hotbed for the slave trade and a sanctuary for Yan warlords seeking to regain lost ground in Northwestern Xaidullah. Though Yuddha had been nowhere near as colonized by the Yan as Xaidullah or Qaraqash had been, the area had been a hotbed for the slave trade, transferring humans in a vast, global marketplace that connected the mineral-rich regions of Xaidullah and Qaraqash with the massive, fortified hives of Yurungkash and Nyisho. With Fairway's presence in Xaidullah, the existence of a safe haven for the slave trade on Fairway's direct borders, coupled with the endless stream of slave raiders and the interdiction of refugee flows, meant that it had no longer been tenable for Fairway to tolerate the state of affairs in Yuddha.

Through the HUD, a visual of a human collaborator came onto the screen, one of the slave masters surrounding a group of humans on their knees, appearing to be in an execution line, most likely fugitive slaves from other hives seeking safe passage into Fairway. The slavemaster raised one of his plasma rifles, pressing the tip narrowly close to one of the captives' heads, as his fingers curled along the trigger. Before he could fire, a shot rang out, taking down the slavemaster, as his lieutenants scattered, training their weapons at the escaping fugitives who ran into the darkness with the distraction. A series of rapid shots were audible, as the lieutenants quickly fell one by one. After they fell, a text prompt appeared on the HUD, reading, "We hunt in the shadows."

The ad promptly ended, shifting to another in an endless cycle of recruiting drives, senatorial mudslinging, or stitched compilations of Aurelian's past speeches on the war, compiled by the Political Action Groups that backed both the Chancellor and opposition. Caspian leaned back, smoking his cigarette thoughtfully and deliberately, as he watched the ads one at a time on his stream. As he reached his last puff, he withdrew the cigarette from between his lips, pushing the butt into the ashtray on the table in front of him.

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Postby Fairway » Fri Mar 10, 2023 1:43 am

Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0200 Hours

Even before the Dawn had lifted, Fort Jahandar was bustling with activity - and had been for months. Following the Annexation of Qaraqash, Fort Jahandar represented the furthest fringes of Fairway's officially inhabited and administered territory in the Wildlands. Nearly a six hour medevac away from the nearest city, Fort Jahandar had been built on the remains of JAHANDAR III, a former hive designation that had only been fully certified as cleared less than a year ago. Of course, in that time, the site had proven its usefulness as a logistics hub and fusion center for Fairway's security state, and wherever they had congregated, there was certain to be a veritable army of contractors, settlers, and freedmen behind them, eager for security, wealth, and protection. In short time after its liberation, Fort Jahandar had become one of the largest population centers in Qaraqash, though the region was still considerably less urbanized and developed than its more populous neighbor, Xaidullah.

With Vipsanius' departure for Lai Dai yesterday, Propraetor Publius Pakalapati had been left as the commanding officer on the ground. Seated in the midst of an unstable, insecure region on the cusp of the border with Yurungkash, Fort Jahandar had, in short time, become a major staging ground for the Kharaghoda Expeditionary Corps. Along with Vipsanius, Publius had been part of the first waves of deployed personnel into Qaraqash. While Xaidullah had, in short time, become a settled and urbanized, if developing, part of Fairway, Qaraqash was still mired in an insurgency against the Yan Remnant, a feature of the deep, subterranean tunnels that had remained in active use by the Yan well after the hives had been cleared. Even still, the mortality rate for service members and civilians in Qaraqash remained stubbornly high, well above those in Xaidullah and even in Yuddha, which Mars Yoo and his Royal Asakan Rifles had cleared once Xaidullah had been sufficiently pacified.

Each day that Publius had spent in Jahandar had been marked by grinding, bitter conflict with the Yan Remnant, with any respite immediately dominated by the tensions between settlers and freedmen over mineral rights. While both the settler and Freedmen lobbies back in Lai Dai pushed aggressively for senatorial representation of Qaraqash, both Publius, Vipsanius, and Aurelian himself knew that this would be a much more difficult pacification than that which they had faced in Xaidullah.

From within his field office, Publius could hear the grinding sounds of work well into the night. From the loud, grinding digging of the mining equipment to the churning motors of the haul trucks, the autonomous equipment that handled the excavation and transport of minerals from the hive ran on a 24/7 schedule. Even before the site had been liberated, Jahandar had been crawling with bureaucrats and settlers, eager to exploit the wealthy bed of rare minerals that sat below the hive. It was certainly no wonder then why the Yan had fought tooth and nail to defend the site, calling in reinforcements from across the border in Yurungkash and even other hives, but in the end, the Kharaghoda Expeditionary Corps had prevailed. The victory had been nothing short of a logistical miracle, but the medals were little consolation for Publius or Vipsanius.

He heard footsteps heading into his tent from outside and stood up from his desk. His multi-screen interface had been filled with maps of Qaraqash, with flashing red dots highlighting the latest reported presence of the Yan Remnant. Looking outside, he saw exactly who he had expected. Septimia Sharma, an I-Squared alum who now had one of the cushier, vaunted roles at Auxiliary Futures Command, entered the tent, bowing at Publius, carrying a courtesy pot of tea. In her free hand, she carried a few reports that she placed atop the small bookshelf in the center of the tent.

"Publius, it is a rare honor to meet you," Septimia said, looking around at the spartan conditions in Publius' quarters. While Mars had been known for his cozy lodgings in Yuddha, Qaraqash had afforded little respite for the weary men of the Kharaghoda Expeditionary Corps. "Vipsanius has always spoken very highly of you in our past encounters," Septimia said, as she poured cups of tea for both of them, "But your deeds speak for themselves." Septimia had been XFC's Attache in Qaraqash, overseeing all joint military operations between the Auxiliary Forces and Republican Guard in Qaraqash. While there had always been a healthy suspicion between the two branches, Vipsanius and Septimia had developed a close bond, at least by Fairway's standards.

"It's been a while since your last visit," Publius said, curtly, "Though your presence is always welcome, nonetheless."

"These are trying times for the Republic," Septimia said, her smile fading, as she looked directly at Publius. She sipped her tea, as a few file notifications appeared on Publius' interface. "I apologize for my lengthy absence from the front, but I come bearing good news. Our latest weapons projects are ready for use on the battlefield, tailored the circumstances and geography in Qaraqash. You should have received the files, but I've also brought several briefings on the subject matter as well."

Publius took a sip of tea, recognizing the variety, as he pulled up the first file. "From our prior conversations on the Yan, we've discussed their sixth sense - which we term resonance - an unusual degree of sensitivity towards seismic forces and interactions within the crust of a planet. The sense is most pronounced in the worker class who handle most of the digging. Xenobiologics has had a field day studying it, and the labcoats would crucify me if I gave you an exact answer on whether it's a separate sense or just a heightened sense of hearing. Given the unique subterranean geography in Qaraqash and the centrality of the tunnel networks to the ongoing Pacification campaign, we've worked extensively on developing proprietary tools of interference."

"Interference?" Publius said, raising an eyebrow, as the first file opened on his interface. The stream started - a confined group of Yan in the wild were under observation, surrounded by teams of research scientists and Venators - Fairway's anti-Yan combat specialists. Several frequencies began playing, and Publius watched the effects on the Yan. Among the assembled group, the live specimens immediately crumpled to the ground, desperately grapping their heads, as their thoraxes started violently spasming. The creatures writhed painfully on the ground, their bodies showing no signs of physical damage, even as their mental deterioration was more than clear. As the frequency intensified, one of the creatures started smashing at his skull to no effect, the hardened exoskeleton repelling the blows with ease. The creatures let out shrill, inhuman shrieks, a far cry from the intimidating, dominant buzzing or chattering that Publius had grown used to in his time on the frontier. As the stream ended, the researchers gave a nod to the Venators, who approached the writhing creatures and incinerated their corpses, their flamethrowers bringing an end to the beasts' pain.

"There's more than one hundred different test cases that I've included in that file drop - the frequencies can be effective on a variety of different Yan castes at varying levels of depth, depending on the strength of the underlying frequency. Now, of course, the main drawback is that we'd need to be within reasonable physical proximity for effective use, but the range can run quite deep. There's a few test cases we've run from as far as a mile away that have been effective, so the data holds up."

Keeping his eyes trained on his monitor, he sipped his tea and watched a handful of the other streams, keeping an eye on the Yan in all of them. At different frequencies, the Yan would move away and flee from the noise, ignoring their close proximity to unarmed humans, while in others, they would turn against each other, ripping the wings off of other Yan. After this much fighting, Publius flashed a brief smile at Septimia.

"In conjunction with the latest phase of operations, Juno informed that we're deploying another contingent of Venators into Qaraqash to work with Republican Guard forces on live-battlefield testing of the weapons. Should the results be promising, we can step-up production and research, but at this stage, the amount of field testing that we'll have to do will be minimal."

"And I take it we'll get to take the toys with us into Yurungkash?" Publius asked, furrowing his brow. Publius hadn't been pleased to learn of the renewed push into Yurungkash. Yuddha and Xaidullah were clean enough, but there was still plenty of work to be done in Qaraqash.

"Of course," Septimia said, "Nothing is in writing yet, but from what I've heard through the grapevine, the plan is for a four-pronged assault into Yurungkash. Royal Asakan Rifles, Tanjung Tigers, Kharaghoda Expeditionary Corps, and Khaling Rifles are all going to be sent to the front. Mars is rotating in six new legions - Mughlan, Sunsoor, Kandaris, Palasi, and Gunturi is my best guess. No guarantees, of course, but looks like there will also be a major mobilization of Auxiliary Forces and additional Frontier Reconnaissance resources. Looks like Aurelian is really throwing in the kitchen sink at this one."

Publius furrowed his brow, "So I take it the bureaucracy is signed off on the logistics of the campaign then?"

"That's my understanding," Septimia replied, "Aurelian has been booked in back-to-back meetings for the past week getting signatures and commitments from them. At least internally from us, the provisioning and stockpiles have been in place for at least two years to sustain a major escalation, so it's just a formality at this point getting civilian sign-off. In Qaraqash at least, with the amount of mineral extraction activity I've heard come active in the past two years, REX seems ready to sign a blank check for whatever security expenditures you guys have."

REX, shorthand for Resources Extraction Administration, was the all-powerful natural resources division of the Export Development Agency, Fairway's behemoth industrial policy outfit and the premier civilian agency in the bureaucracy. Nobody messed with EDA - not even the military - and REX was, along with Tech and Manufacturing, one of its three premier agencies. Even before the first waves had been cleared, REX staffers and their mining contractors had flooded the region. As annoying as they were, they were a tough bunch of roughnecks.

"Please, you don't have to tell me that," Publius replied, taking another sip of tea, "If I hear another one of the REX guys tell me how Qaraqash produces one-third of our polysi, I might shoot myself." Qaraqash was home to a plethora of mineral reserves, but its massive beds of silicon were nearly four times the size of those found in Mughlan, which accounted for most of the other two-thirds.

"So you've heard it too," Septimia said, chuckling lightly, as she finished her cup of tea and prepared to pour herself another, "Rumor has it that all the big Mining CEOs keep portraits of Vipsanius in their offices these days." Publius chuckled, finishing his cup, as Septimia re-filled it. if it were true, he frankly wouldn't be surprised. There were few reassuring facts about life in Qaraqash, but Publius did have to give himself credit, in spite of the volatile security situation in the region, Qaraqash had minted more billionaires in the past five years than any other province in Fairway.

"As for the latest developments, I'm sure you've heard by now from Vipsanius about the state of contact with the Republic of Sunset. I'll be staying in town for the next several weeks to interface directly with their forces, but there will be a visiting contingent dropping by in the morning. No need for any formal diplomacy, seems like it'll mostly be combat specialists and tech guys testing out some of their tools in the hive itself. I've already cleared things with Romulus already, it'll be surveillance equipment that they're running tests on, so don't think there should be anything ancillary for the miners."

"Loud and clear," Publius said, "So is it true what they say about them? A whole civilization, just like ours, out there in the stars?"

"Seems to be, at least from what I've heard," Septimia replied, "They're treaty-bound to oppose slavery and seem to take a liking to us, at least so far. You're probably closer to the details than I am, based on the SITREP from Vipsanius, but Vegetius seems pretty excited about the whole discovery. I think 'galatic arms supermarket' was the term that he used. Whatever happens, at least they aren't more Yan."

"Considering our luck, I'm relieved they're not anything worse," Publius said, crossing his legs and placing them on the table. "When we last caught up, Vipsanius said something about a Krȃng species - rough bunch of bugs it seems. Apparently they reproduce by laying eggs inside of hosts. The hatchlings fight each other and devour the host's cranial tissue." He took a long sip of tea, as Septimia's eyes widened, "Some things make me thankful to be out here in Qaraqash."

Septimia shrugged, "The galaxy can be a big place, I guess."

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Postby Sunset » Fri Mar 10, 2023 1:34 pm

Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0450 Hours

"...she's got the right of it, Propraetor," Captain O'Donall replied in easy agreement with Septimia's earlier assessment. He was just what one might expect of a Marine field commander; burly and squat but with a head full of thick red curls that bounced over his forehead and a freckled face that was split by a near-constant smile. He also seemed partial to the tea, accepting a cup of it that he cradled between hands that looked thick enough to crush it with certain ease.

"The plan as it stands is to prepare my command for an attack on the nearby Yan hive and from the sounds of it Fort Jahandar is the place to start. You've still got a few running around," he looked over at the man's desk meaningfully before turning back to catch his eye, "and we intend to help. What I'd like to do is send my guys into the field with yours - small unit stuff. Let them learn from each other, figure out how to integrate your experience into our tech, and then get ready for the push into Yurungkash."

"Tanks are not generally considered part of small unit tactics," Publius noted carefully. Nor were they usually suitable for an attack on a Hive - certainly not the tanks these 'Marines' had brought with them. He'd been summoned from his quarters when their ship had arrived and had watched as the impressively large horseshoe shape had come to a halt a few hundred meters above their chosen landing zone. While the massive floating tanks that had emerged were indeed interesting, they were not perhaps what he expected.

"Good eye there," O'Donall answered with a chuckle. "They're not. They're more what we happen to have. When Apple Kart was dispatched from DeltaComm, we didn't know what we'd find on the ground so we went with a balanced force - but 'The Army You've Got is Never the Army You Want,'" he quipped, as if misquoting someone else. "But they might still be useful - depends on how the Yan think. Unless they are complete slouches, they'll have spotted the 'Afendar coming in;" apparently the name of the transport that was now flying high above the Fort bereft of its cargo modules; "and they'll have sent someone out to take a look."

And what they would find is an armored force - the size was irrelevant but that it was unfamiliar and new would not be - establishing an operations base on the outskirts of their former Hive. Emptied of their armored contents, the transport modules were being dug-in as improvised maintenance and logistics facilities, and a ring of infantry, armored fighting vehicles, and tanks had more-or-less spread out to cover the perimeter.

"Ain't much use for a force like mine except on the attack. Now they could opt for a sally - see if they can take us out before we're ready - but that doesn't strike me as the Yan's MO. They might send some raiders to try and figure out what they're up against but we'll see. Either way, I'm hoping they serve as something of a distraction. While they're worried about the big guns, we'll figure out where their tunnels run and find a place where we can get in the backdoor..."

Meanwhile Outside Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0515 Hours

"...decap-a-donut," the Corpman supplied, passing over the snake-like device so that the local could examine it. While the Captain was making the required social calls, the locals had come calling of their own. Of reasonable interest was the field hospital that had been set up MASH-style in one of the cavernous cargo modules. While not of particular use to the Marines, it had still been similarly included when the task force had departed DeltaComm and even if it wasn't useful for the Marines, it was - judging by the interest - of use to the locals.

"Not exactly the thing you want to use for a paper cut, but if you've got the choice between life and death, this is your better option. What you do is put it around the neck," and he took it back to demonstrate on thin air, "click the ends together, slide the cover over," he indicated a sliding transparent panel, "and push the button. Then it will cut the head off and supply life support. There will also be a lot of blood - as I said, something you don't want to use for a paper cut."

The local turned a bit green; "Yeah. So emergency use only. That and growing a new body takes a lot longer than regenerating muscle or bone. That's what these are for," and he set the 'donut aside to show him over to a more conventional row of beds. There weren't any patients - not yet - and at least for now they were shiny and clean. "Bring them in, load them up, and they can take a nap while whatever needs fixing gets fixed..."

Elsewhere in Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0535 Hours...

"...well, the last time we were in action was three weeks ago," Lieutenant Matador answered dismissively, looking back and forth between Lieutenant Piebald and himself, "but that barely even counts as 'action' - not compared to what you boys are up to."

Lieutenants very often being in the way of getting things done, the Lieutenant and the Lieutenant had instead assigned themselves as a 'cultural recon element' while the grunts went about the real work of getting the Marine base up and running. That is: They'd gone looking for a bar. Then more specifically they'd gone looking for a military bar and with a smattering of uniforms and an assortment of paraphernalia arranged behind the bar and across the walls they'd found just what they were looking for.

"Though you could still call it a 'bug hunt'," Piebald put in. "Cause we were hunting bugs. Or really they were hunting us."

"Yeah," the first nodded. "See, a lot of what we end up doing is protecting the science-types when they are on the ground. Wars - real wars, like this - are kinda few and far between out there," and he added a glance up and a finger pointed to the ceiling for emphasis. "Say, are those..."

They were indeed - wings 'harvested' from a Yan and then turned into the blades of a fan that slowly spun above their heads. His question was answered through and he moved on, "...cause they tend to turn really nasty when they happen. Millions dead, worlds burning - the whole ugly thing. So smart people try to avoid them and the dumb ones tend to burn themselves out real quick. Or find themselves on the wrong end of the smart ones. Anyway, yeah - we were hunting bugs. Or being hunted by them. Nice enough place..."

"GEC-558292-Beta," 'Pie put in.

"...your standard lush jungle world. Well, a higher percentage of tropical biomes than the galactic average," the Lieutenant corrected himself. "If you ever come across a world that is just desert or just jungle or just... Then someone made it that way. Course the fact that someone made it that was makes it interesting to the science-types who are going to ask 'who' and 'why' and all those important questions that sometimes end up with us being hunted by bugs the size of tanks."

"Turns out they were pets," the other Lieutenant again supplied, helpfully ruining any surprise ending that Matador might have planned.

"Yeah, pretty much that's it. Turns out there had been a civilization there a couple hundred thousand years ago and they hadn't survived the Great Filter. These were their pets - with a bunch of evolution between here and there. So that's that - what about you guys? From what we've been told so far, these Yan can be pretty tough customers. How do you handle them..?"
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Postby Fairway » Fri Mar 10, 2023 4:54 pm

Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0530 Hours

Publius raised an eyebrow, walking around the tanks and inspecting them. "Those tanks may be useful after all. Right now, we're about a 20 minute drive away from the hive entrance," Publius said, placing his finger on a paper map hung against one of the makeshift chests in his room. "We can establish a base point here," he said, pointing out one of the areas, "I can split my forces around the main entrances and establish a rough perimeter around the hive, and I'll have our Celestial Dragons in the air in case anything goes south. If there's more than we can handle out there, we'll fry the insides and cook whatever bugs are curious enough to be less than a kilometer deep in the tunnels, but your characterization is correct."

Publius stepped over to his monitor and shifted it to face Captain O'Donnall, "This schematic highlights the areas of the hive we've mapped autonomously. Matching the maps with our heat sig readings, it looks like most of the Yan are fairly deep into the earth - to be expected. As a heads up, we're dealing with Wild Yan here - they're running on whatever Moonleaf stockpile they've plundered from the smaller hives in the vicinity or whatever's left in their stockpile. That means they'll have subpar combat effectiveness and discipline, but heightened levels of aggression. Kicking the hornet's nest, only the hornets are genocidal and ravenous now. Welcome to Qaraqash, I guess." The map traced the interior of the hive, moving lower into the depths of the tunnels, "What interests us about this spot is that it links into a few of the subterranean Yan tunnels, about a click and a half into the crust. These function as a sort of 'superhighway' for the Wild Yan - they can pop out here and get back into the tunnels. We're still in the process of mapping them out, but we've made good progress so far, so it should be fairly straightforward to get your tech inside and start running some live simulations for them."

"As an added compliment," Septimia said, chiming into the conversation, "I've just filled in Publius, but we've also developed a new resonance frequency weapon that we can use to shape Yan behavior. I'm not sure about the extent to which you're up to speed on their biology, but the Yan have a sense called resonance, one that responds to shifts in seismic activity - we're not really sure about the extent to which it's a different sense or an extension of hearing, but --"

Publius cut her off, "It plays loud noises that makes the bugs go nuts. We've got simulations if you want more info. I'll get an aerial cover of some Thunder Dragons to keep your tanks safe from any Yan harassment and have a few of our JALALUDDIN loitering munitions ready in case we need to bug out but still want to give them a bloody nose. They're incendiary, so it shouldn't have any seismic or structural effects on the hive itself, it'll just keep the bugs away from us while you guys look at the interior."

"Where things will get dicey," Septimia said, picking up where she left off, "Is that an exact population count out here has been difficult for our statisticians to run. Since we're dealing with Wild Yan, there's a lot of migration in and out of the hive, sometimes by other, unaffiliated tribes. As such, your tanks will need some aerial protection - they look like they can handle a few plasma rounds, but if we get surrounded by enough Yan, they might have a field day with it. We'll keep a few swarms of the Thunder Dragons around to keep them off your backs, but if there's more than we expect in there, we'll pick off and divide the swarms for as long as we can to give cover for a tactical retreat until more swarms get rotated in. The resonance beacons may be helpful, but I should warn you, this is our first time trying them on the battlefield, so we'll be operating as if they aren't."

"So, any questions?" Publius said, looking back at the Captain.

Outside of Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0530 Hours

The medic looked at the device curiously, studying its features and properties, as she listened intently to the Corpman. Behind them, the sound of several doors opening was audible, as a nurse headed into the room. "Heads up - Padma, new contacts. Looks like another early morning Yan incursion in the Polysi mines. Things are pretty bad, got at least a dozen miners and at least thirty wounded. Need you on this stat."

Padma nodded, gesturing the Corpmen to follow her into the other room. The sounds of shrieking and agony were audible from across the hallway, before the victims entered their soundproofed rooms, as a flood of surgeons approached the medbay. "These are fairly common," Padma said quietly, as they approached the room, "You don't seem like the squeamish types, but just a heads up." Padma pushed open the door, revealing the gruesome remains of the Yan incursions. Paramedics rushed in with more wounded miners. The surgeons rushed into action alongside teams of doctors, studying the vitals of the wounded miners.

"Padma, we've got one with venom interaction in the bloodstream. We've got ten minutes before full shutdown," one of the surgeons said, approaching her, before looking at the assembled Corpsmen, "Who are these?"

"Visitors," Padma replied, "Marines with the Republic of Sunset. We may need them on these cases - I don't have to tell you that most of these men aren't going home unless we take unusual action."

"Whatever," the surgeon said, gesturing at one of the rooms, before disappearing into one of the other rooms. There were only so many soundproofed rooms in the hospital, and it seemed like every day the number of wounded miners kept growing. Too many Wild Yan hiding close to mineral deposits. It would be bad enough to bump into one with a suit of power armor, but hitting a deposit around a nest was more commonly a death sentence for any miner unfortunate enough to strike wealth.

As he opened the door, blood sprayed out of one of the miner's wounds, a direct incision from the Yan stinger. The miner screamed in agony, before slowly falling into a restful state, as the sedatives kicked in. A team of nurses stripped the blood and pus-soaked fatigues off of his body, revealing the wound. It looked deeply infected already - blood and pus leaking out of an incision in the miner's abdomen. The orifice of the wound was a horrific mixture of black, green, and yellow, while pulsing black roots shot out in all directions along his chest from the incision point. "Looks like he must've been one of the unlucky ones to get a direct sting," Padma said, pointing at the wound, "The exact effects vary by the type of Yan, but I've seen cases like this before. Even if he survives, his nerves look pretty banged up and depending on how deep the venom is in his bloodstream, likely paralyzed." She gestured for the Marine to get involved, "Direct venom exposure is usually a death sentence, so if you're comfortable, feel free to test things out."

Elsewhere in Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0530 Hours

The group of assembled personnel bowed before the Lieutenants, "Well for starters - welcome to Qaraqash. We'll get you fixed up on something. Local specialty is the gin - I'd recommend that or the soju. Both pair well with smokes, if you partake," he said, reaching for a Lucky Star carton and handing it across the table. "You folks are lucky enough to get staffed in the closest thing to Hell out here in Fairway."

"If Hell had one-fifth of our polysilicon reserves," one of the centurions said cynically, lifting a shot glass and throwing it back, clearly not his first of the morning.

"That delightful individual over there is Aulus," the centurion standing closest to them said, reaching into a pack and lighting a cigarette of his own, "I'm Gaius, and our other friend is Vorenia. Pleased to meet you guys, and may I be the first to welcome you to Fairway. Happy to give you a quick rundown on the bugs."

One of the waiters brought over a handle of soju for the table, placing it on the table with a set of glasses. "The usual," he said, "On the house this time, for our new guests. Welcome to Fairway." The waiter bowed and stepped back over to the bar, polishing the surface of the table.

"Feel free," Gaius said, gesturing to the handle, "I'll abstain - I'm getting rotated in in a few hours. As for the Yan, it can get pretty gnarly going face to face with one, so we usually avoid that at all costs. Name of the game is either fire, distance, or bots. They've got hardened carapaces or exoskeletons, so hitting them with standard-issue bullets isn't recommended. It'll give away your location and piss them off, to boot. Rookie mistake. When we're on deployment, we usually rely pretty heavily on our drones to mop them up for us. We've got these things - Thunder Dragons - bless whoever made those. They're equipped with flamethrowers and incendiary ammunition and operate in swarms, so safe to say, anything in their vicinity in the skies is getting barbecued. As for those left, we're lucky enough to have standard issue flamethrowers and incendiary rounds to soften up those that are left from a healthy distance. At a close range, the power suit will hold against a few direct hits - enough to give you time to cook the bastards - but if you're surrounded," he reached up and moved his index finger horizontally around his neck, "Unless you've got a Venator in your back pocket, you're a goner. Seen more than enough rookies get torn apart for one lifetime."

"That's just on a personnel level though, we've got more than enough tools in the arsenal to barbecue them while they're inside of the hives. We're about 20 minutes away from one of the bigger ones out here - the slaves are all gone and the Moonleaf production has dried up, so safe to say, they're a pretty nasty bunch. They make the humans they enslave grow Moonleaf, which they pollinate and use to create nectar. They feed off of nectar themselves and give it to the higher castes as some kind of drug. Normally we'd just lob a Celestial Dragon at the thing and burn them out - sorry, Celestial Dragons are one of our autonomous precision stealth bombers - they can cook a hive from more than 5 miles away with no collateral damage. Command is focused on getting a good grasp of the tunnels that run throughout the region though, so they've been spared for now. Usually the Yan like to keep to their own hives, but out here, they've got a whole network of subterranean tunnels to let them do rapid attacks on our forces. Not fun, to say the least."

Vorenia approached the table, tightening her top as she neared, "In other words, barbecue them. The more fire, the better," she said, bowing before them, "I'm Vorenia - Centurion in the Kharaghoda Expeditionary Corps. We're all incendiary specialists, so, safe to say they've got us working night and day out here. I'm off rotation, so if you guys want a tour of the town, I'd be happy to show you around some of the local specialties. Gaius has to report for duty in a couple of hours, and Aulus," she said, gesturing over at the Centurion, nearly passed out on the table, "Is lucky enough to get a week off rotation. Don't trust first impressions - he's saved our skins more than a dozen times out here in frontier country. He's got a higher kill count than both of us combined."

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NASIRUDDIN, 6000 km west of the Yurungkash-Yuddha Border, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...

Sikandar pressed his body against the jagged rock, laying prone next to his sniper rifle, along with the rest of the team. Though reinforcements were still another six weeks - at best - command had been generous enough to provide them with some additional materiel support. Nothing fancy, but a few ammunition supply runs and THUNDER DRAGON cover could mean the difference between life or death for the operatives.

"Mark," Sikandar said, aiming through his scope, "Four hostiles - Zealots - kilometer out." He had seen Zealots plenty of times, though he had never quite gotten used to it. They were horrific monsters of flesh; their bodies augmented by layers of infernal forms of Yan genetic engineering, hidden underneath layers of plasma shielding. They might have been easy pickings in small numbers, but in larger groups, they were ruthless, effective killers. With all he had seen, Sikandar knew not to underestimate them.

"Target confirmed," Vivian said, "Left one's mine." Sikandar might've been a trained, versatile killer, but when it came to long-range combat, he was an amateur compared to Vivian. The estranged daughter of a tycoon back on Yoson, she had spent most of her youth at the range. There were plenty of myths about her - Vivian could ammunition apart before she knew her ABCs; Vivian could snipe the wisdom teeth out of a Zealot from five miles - but after serving alongside her, Sikandar couldn't deny believing a shred of them.

Sikandar fixed his sight firmly on the head of the one on the right, "Firing for effect." He pulled the trigger, the silencer on his sniper eliminating most of the noise, as the coil snapped a bullet directly into the first Zealot. Less than a second after, Vivian pulled hers, taking down the one on the left, sending his monstrous body to the ground with a loud, pronounced thud. The other two looked up at the mountains, hunting for their opponents, as they hid behind cover.

"Usual SOP?" Vivian asked. From what they had picked up on the comms, the Viziers knew that they were here - they didn't know how many or where, for certain - but they knew that their days were numbered. Ever since they had found the rigged trap that Syagrius had left for them, it had been almost non-stop patrols in the mountains, forcing the team into hiding. The hive monitoring scans hadn't signaled any shifts in security presence around the hive or increased patrols outside the outlying areas, so it was high time to step up the tactics. They'd leave one Zealot of the pack around and resume their climbing in the mountains.

"Affirmative, all yours," Sikandar said, as he started packing up his kit. Zealots were too drugged up to emotionally process the situation, but having one go back and spook a few of the priests or the vizier would be a nice parting gift. Sikandar started disassembling the rifle, as Syagrius loaded his silenced assault rifle.

"Good night," Vivian said, pulling the trigger and nailing one Zealot that had peered out from his cover. She kept her scope trained on the other one, as he stayed pressed behind one of the rocks. She looked over at the corpse, admiring the kill. In close quarters, the plasma shielding that the Zealots had was formidable, enough to withstand a direct clip from an assault rifle, but against a sniper? They didn't stand a chance.

"Come on Vivian, we need to get moving," Sikandar said, placing his hand on her shoulder, "We need to get to higher altitude, bugs will be all over this rock in a few hours."

"Relax," Vivian replied casually, pulling her face away from the scope, after taking one last glance at the corpses. "It'll probably take him a half hour to realize we're gone."

"And we better be long gone by then. We've got six weeks to kill up here until the cavalry arrives," Sikandar said, as he lifted up his kit and put it on his back, reaching for his SMG at his side.

"Fiiiine," Vivian said, reluctantly starting to pull apart her rifle and stuff it into her skit.

"Boss, we've got trouble," Syagrius said, tossing his handset over to Sikandar, who caught it handily, "Scouts are moving in from higher altitudes. No signs of Zealots, but might need to head back into the caves unless we go hot on the slopes." Sikandar looked down at the device, reading no less than fifteen heat signatures 100 meters above them, roughly five kilometers and closing.

Sikandar thought for a moment, before looking back at Syagrius, "Seems manageable, but better to keep them boxed in this vicinity for now. We'll move into the valley and stay below the tree line. Once we've lost them, we'll head back up and head for the relay point." Sikandar lobbed the device back at him, as he looked down, zooming in with his HUD to view the Zealot. He had peeked his head up from behind the rock and was staring at the mountains, firing a few blasts from his plasma rifle that dissipated before they reached their target. "Keep it clean," Sikandar said, looking back at Vivian, who folded her arms and pouted.

Sikandar approached the cliff's edge and attached his grappling hook, as the rest of the team followed suit. "Follow my mark," Sikandar said, testing the hook with a few tugs before facing his back to the valley. As the others did the same, Sikandar took a brief look back, activating thermal signatures and scanning the area. "Drop zone is clear," Sikandar said, as he pushed his feet against the rock. The cable attached to his suit extended as he pushed himself down, weaving himself closer to the side of the mountain. He felt his feet push against the rock and shifted his chest to keep the cable in place, before landing again on the side of the mountain. Repeating this, the team continued down the side, before reaching the earth underneath them.

As they landed, the team re-grouped and sprinted for the tree-line. As they stepped into the valley, they could feel the steepness of the earth beneath them, making it difficult to get a solid footing. Any slip could land them almost a thousand feet below. Even with power armor, it would be a coin toss if they made it. "Stay frosty," Sikandar said, feeling the earth slip a bit beneath his feet, before his heart froze.

There it was.

He could hear it.

Buzzing. Not the faux kind that the Zealots made when communicating against each other - this was the real thing. Sikandar gripped his SMG, knowing it wouldn't be able to make a difference once it landed, looking back to Syagrius, who was fiddling with his handset. "That better not be what I think it is."

"Bad news boss," Syagrius said, looking back at Sikandar, "Three drones, headed for our position - one click and closing. Thunder Dragon en route." Though he masked the nervousness in his voice, he knew that they were in for a fight.

"Move!" Sikandar said, grabbing Syagrius and pulling him to the side, as a plasma bolt fired into the trees, barely missing Syagrius' body by sheer seconds. Keeping his grip on Syagrius, he dragged him across the steep valley, flexing his muscles within the suit to keep his body from falling off the side, as he looked back with his SMG.

There they were - all three of them. They were still distant but were gaining on their position.

The four of them ran along the tree line, narrowly dodging another plasma volley sent in their direction. "WHERE IS THE THUNDER DRAGON?" Sikandar shouted loudly into the comm, keeping his eyes trained forward, as they weaved around the trees, avoiding a lock from one of the plasma rifles.

"ETA 120 seconds!" Syagrius shouted back. The Yan were closing in on them, the sound of their buzzing growing more hellish as they drew nearer. "They're right above the tree line!" Syagrius shouted to the others, before a loud thud landed in front of the team. Vivian, at the lead of the group, paused dead in her tracks, before two more landed behind them. The buzzing had finally stopped.

Sikandar paused dead in his tracks, nearly losing his footing on the valley and hurtling down. They were out of time. Sikandar could feel every muscle in his body restraining him from looking up, as their heavy footsteps approached. There was pure silence on the comms, aside from the buzzing, and the sound of his own heartbeat. Each second that passed felt like an hour, as the group froze.

Finally, Sikandar looked up. He had seen them before, but never this close. He held his breath, looking at the Yan. They were hideous from afar, but at this close of distance, they were horrific. Their bug-like bodies towered over the operatives, nearly twice their height. Sikandar stared at them, keeping his hand firmly placed on Syagrius' shoulder.

The massive drones surrounded them, plasma rifles in hand, as they approached. Their heavy footsteps pushed clumps of earth hurtling down the side of the valley, as they started to investigate their targets. There was slight chittering as they looked down, intrigued at their finding, but nothing else. All Sikandar could hear was his breathing. Then, the adrenaline kicked in.

With his hand on his shoulder, he shoved Syagrius' body back into the group, shielding his body with his own, as he pressed himself within a hand's reach of the Yan. He had run the simulations more than a hundred times; he knew the statistics. He stared the Yan down, his breathing quickened as they stopped. Far in the sky, he could see the shadows of the THUNDER DRAGON swarms from afar. Even if his sacrifice bought the team even a split second of time, it was a sacrifice that he was willing to make. He was ready to die.

The pair of Yan stopped, putting their rifles aside, as they stowed them within a component of their modified exoskeleton. Sikandar knew what would come next; he was ready for it. Seemingly by instinct, he ripped the helmet off of his head, tossing it down the side of the valley, as he spread his legs and slammed his fists into the earth, sending clumps tumbling down the side of the valley. Sikandar let out a war cry, his primal scream echoing throughout the valley, as he prepared to face what he thought was certain death.

"ETA, 20 seconds," Syagrius whispered into his mic, his voice so hoarse that Sikandar could barely hear it. The visuals of the swarm were more clear in the sky, as the sound of their motors became audible. The Yan commander, closely approaching Vivian and Gallienus, chattered a few commands to the pair in front of Sikandar. Sikandar could feel his heart pumping blood throughout his body, as he stared them down. He could feel his face burning with the heat of a thousand sons, pressed so closely to the approaching Yan that he could feel their breathing against his own face.

Then, he heard it.

Locking onto their targets, the THUNDER DRAGON swarm screamed, as they dived closer to the tree line. He heard their miniguns start to spool, as the pair of Yan looked up at the sky. Within seconds, the THUNDER DRAGON swarm sent volleys of heavy ammunition, their massive rounds shredding the exoskeletons of the Yan. Every moment felt like an hour, as Sikandar zoned out staring at their bodies, hearing the spools heating up. Before he knew it, his suit was covered in the blood and gore of his opponents.

The encounter had ended nearly as soon as it had begun. As he finally caught his breath, Sikandar could hear pieces of their corpses drifting down the valley, painting the sides of the mountain with their gore, while the THUNDER DRAGON swarm hovered above them. Their miniguns cooled down, coming to a slow pause, as Sikandar looked back at the squad, seeing Vivian and Gallienus' power armor coated in the same gore that he was on. As his senses returned, Sikandar could feel the thick, congealed blood of the Yan slowly seeping down on his face, as he bared his teeth in a semi-primal display.

Across the comms, Sikandar could hear a feminine voice pierce through his voice. "Sikandar, this is Shan County. Report status, over." Sikandar nearly fell flat against the ground, realizing the squad was alive, as he gripped one of the tree trunks for support.

"We're operational ma'am," Sikandar replied, between bated breaths, looking back to make sure the others were still alive, as if he didn't believe it.

"Understood," the voice replied, "Proceed with orders, over."
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Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0540 Hours

"...lots," O'Donall answered, jumping to his feet and circling around to close with the hive map. "Let's just hope I can keep them all straight!" he continued with a grin. "First - their resonance sense. You said it was a way for them... Something about seismic activity?" he corrected, looking over to Septimia.

"Yes. Our specialists theorize that it would have been a natural part of their evolutionary development. Their lives are tied to the tunnels and so the ability to sense even subtle shifts in the rock would have contributed to their longevity."

"Right - yeah. Back at the Academy, they taught us something like that in wilderness survival. Deer - forest fires, earthquakes. Their senses are better than ours," he answered their questioning looks. "So if you see the deer bugging out, you should be either leaving or getting ready for whatever they are running from. These guys... The Yan... They evolved with a good feel for earthquakes. But that came with a downside so..."

"And you intend to use this against them," Publius answered. "But this is already what the resonance weapons do, is it not?"

"Yeah - sure. But these things are small, right?" This time the woman answered with a nod and he continued, "Guns, grenades - that kind of thing. Which is good, yes - but it kinda feels like you're missing the big picture here. This 'resonance' evolved to help them avoid seismic events - so let's give them one!"

"You intend to induce an earthquake?" Publius asked, his slow eyes just a bit wider. "And this is something you can do?"

"I mean... Pretty sure?" the Captain scratched at the side of his head. "Those tanks? They move around using gravity manipulation. Now, I don't think we could pull this off with just a few tanks - but we have a spaceship," and he both looked and pointed up. "Which also uses gravity manipulation to move around. And I'm not thinking a big earthquake either. In fact, I'm thinking a small, long one if it can be managed. Here's my thought..."

"Basically, we rile them up, pin them down, and annihilate them. There's no slaves to worry about, right?"

"Yes. As I said - these are Wild Yan. According to our estimates, they have very little Moonleaf left. Are you sure this is wise? If you stir the hornet's nest, you will likely get stung," the Propraetor warned. "We all may."

"...which is why I'd like you to pull your forces entirely back - all of them," O'Donall offered enthusiastically. "See, those tanks are drones. In fact, my whole force is drones, if you want to think of it like that. Hell, I'm a drone. And if we lose a few drones in an experiment? That's fine," he decided. "Sure - rather not. But if they can take out a 'Typhoon, I'm pretty sure that would convince Command that we should have more assets here on the ground. So that might be a 'win', even if we 'lose'."

Septimia held up an objecting hand, "Wait a moment, Captain. You are a drone? This would seem to be an important point you have moved quickly past. Please explain."

Again he scratched his head, "Well, yeah. I mean, we all are. This isn't my real body." He held up a hand and then seemed to concentrate for a moment. Then his features - his clothes, his face, his hand - rippled and shifted until the flat, generic face of an ARC4 looked at them. "Polymorphic material, they call it. For me, that means my real body is at home."

"...fantastic," Publius admitted, his face holding something that might very loosely be called an amazed expression.

"Sure beats hanging around in a cargo hold until they need you. So," and his features flowed back to what they had been previously. "That's why - if anyone is going to go poking the nest - I'd rather it be my guys. What I'm thinking is that you," he looked to Septimia, "Pass us the technical specs for this resonance weapon. Like the frequencies and whatever that it works on. Then, if the folks up on the 'Afendar can make it happen, they'll start making the earth quake around the hive. Like things are about to collapse, if we're lucky. Since they're already hungry and angry, this will hopefully drive them to the surface where my tanks will be coming up on them."

"I would repeat myself - again, we do not have precise numbers or even a useful estimate," Publius warned. "They might not kill you, but would it be a fair estimation of the usefulness of our tools if this force were to simply be overwhelmed?"

"Are they made of meat?"

"Meat? Yes... I suppose. But why..."

"Can't tell you," but O'Donall grinned, "Let's just say that metal is better than meat. So, we come tooling up just as they come flying out, mad as hell. But we've got a couple advantages - like say, artillery. And these resonance guns of yours. So, if the earthquake can be used to move them around, we learn that and that's a good thing, right?" All three nodded, "And if the resonance guns work, that's also a good thing, right? We'll know all of this of course - even if they wipe the floor with us. You'll be able to watch the whole thing from here. Heck, you can ride along if you want."

"In one of your drones?"

O'Donall considered his offer for a moment, "Yeah... Probably with one of the Ghost Dragons. The power armor dudes. They've got... Well, it would take some explanation, but you'd basically be riding with them but have a 'drone' that you could control. Walk around, do stuff - teabag a Yan," he dipped his hand as if dunking a teabag repeatedly in the cup. "Bagged tea - that's probably some kind of heresy around here, isn't it?"

With that thought at hand, he picked up his own now-cold cup and took a swig, "S'fine. So we play dodgeball - as soon as they come out, we start running around like chickens with our heads cut off. Make ourselves as hard to hit as possible. You will be shocked at just how fast thirteen hundred tons of flying tank can move. Or maybe you won't. Either way - we'll keep them angry and focused on us. Kill a few here and there, see how well the resonance guns work against numbers, see if we need to do any tuning on this earthquake idea... Then the artillery arrives..."
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Outside of Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0530 Hours

"...this is going to be gross," the Corpsman declared, stepping back from the table. "But the most effective method will be to 'donut the patient."

Reaching behind them, they pulled an object out of their butt. No - really. In fact it actually looked something like a very, very large tapeworm except that it was rubber-black and about four centimeters wide but flat on one side and rounded on the other. Returning to the table, the medic slipped it under and then around the man's neck while explaining the device's function and purpose, "This is a decap-o-donut - or emergency dedicated neuro life support unit, if you like. ARC4's," they didn't explain the whole 'I'm a drone' thing, "Have a number of these in a storage compartment that roughly corresponds to your colon. I'm sure someone thought that would be funny but it works. You fasten the device around the patient's neck with the flat side against the skin."

There were markings as well, 'In' and 'Out' in several languages from English to Japanese to what had to be alien script or possibly even Draconic and of course pictograms.

"Once the device is attached, slide this panel over," they put their thumb on the table of a sliding clear cover, "Then flip the switch."

Under their hands the device suddenly tightened, conforming itself to the patient's neck as a light around the switch went from red to yellow then to green, "First, the device will inject a sedative into the patient. This is actually a hallucinogenic anesthetic - they will remain conscious but unaware of the passage of time or outside sensation."

That was a familiar concept; it was like going to sleep and then waking up, dreamless.

Then there was a terrible noise, "Then the device separates the head from the body. Unfortunately it does not seal the disconnected tissue," that is, the body, "and so you get a lot of blood," which was now pumping out from below the collar in regular spurts. "As the heart will continue to beat for several minutes. Now the device will have taken over for the rest of the body - the heart, lungs, and liver. It will circulate filtered, oxygenated blood through the connected circulatory system for several days or indefinitely if provided with an outside power source. For patients who have a direct neural interface, the device will wake them up after they have been stabilized, guide them through their status, and tend to their needs. If they do not, it will keep them sedated until the device or this function is deactivated."

There was a small panel next to the activation switch that covered these functions but for the moment the Corpsman instead lifted the head away and handed it over to a nurse. "Put them on a shelf next to an electric outlet or induction charging point if you have them. If there are more urgent patients," they pulled several more of the devices out and handed them around. "But for now, I would like to... Hold on."

Then there was an odd shift in the man's posture and stance as well as their voice. What had sounded deeper and more masculine now sounded more flatly feminine but while the Corpsman's body language now suggested that of a woman their appearance did not.

"Hello," they looked around as though seeing the room for the first time, lighting on one face after another before falling to the patient. "I'm Doctor Nolith, Chief Toxicologist at the Health Sciences University of Pavonis Mons. So you've got a toxic venom, eh? Let's take a look," and she stepped up to the table to spread her hand, palm down, over the miner's body...
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Tan Sri Abode, 100 km from Yuddhajung, Yuddha, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...0500 Hours

The hills had been silent all night, except for the low buzz of the electric perimeter fence and the periodic drone swarms overhead. Most nights were like this usually, but Yuddha's peaceful tranquility had long been a cover for the infernal secrets hidden in the hills. Before the Royal Asakan Rifles had arrived to liberate the region, Yuddha's central location and fortified terrain had made it a planetary emporium in the slave markets. As the Yan Hegemony tore itself apart in brutal civil wars, the captured slaves from rivals' hives would be sent to Yuddha for processing before being sold into markets from Nyisho to Qaraqash.

Vassenia, as she called herself now, had been born far beyond the border in a region that the Asakans called "Yurungkash." She vividly remembered the horrors of the day went the sky went dark. A Yan swarm from a nearby hive had invaded and plundered her home in Yurungkash, so numerous that they darkened the sky in the middle of the day. The horrific screams and horror, as they and their Zealots looted her hive still haunted her to this day. She had been young at the time, no older than a teenager. On the ground, the invading Zealots and drones had taken out their sadistic fury on most of the lower castes, leaving nothing else behind aside a mass grave of rotten, desecrated carcasses.

The Zealots had forcibly marched her and the rest of the survivors across the continent. With their genetic enhancements and ample nutrition, it had been easy enough for them. But for the malnourished and exhausted survivors, the march had been nothing short of a long, drawn-out massacre. More survivors had died along the march than the initial battle, both from their conditions and from the enforcement of the Zealots themselves. Then, they had reached the horrors of Yuddha. In Yuddha, they had been sold like livestock to a cruel and capricious owner. When he heard of their conditions and origins, the Zealots were ordered to discipline the newcomers. Even fewer survived their wounds; her body still bore the deep scars from the plasma whips.

The arrival of the Asakans had provided little reprieve for the weary souls of the hills. They had come bearing food and medicine, promising education, healthcare, security, freedom. That was when she had named herself Vassenia. After they had killed the collaborators and their servants, they had marched the slaves to the fortified refuge they now called home. They had given them everything they could ever want - education lessons, stable incomes, advanced medicine, and shelter. For the first time in her life, Vassenia had been well fed, her body no longer wracked by the constant, painful hunger pangs that she had felt during her time as a slave. The soldiers were nice and polite, always eager to provide assistance and organizing group activities to bond the residents with each other. Yet in spite of all their generosity, Vassenia felt the same loneliness and paranoia that she had felt all throughout her life.

"Out past curfew?" A voice rang out, as she heard a pair of boots push through the moist, damp grass. Her body was shocked with fear - she hadn't realized how early it was when she had left her quarters. She could feel her mouth go dry as a lump in her throat formed, while her skin started to burst with heat. She could feel the anxiety pump through her veins, as the vivid pain of her scars felt fresh once more.

"I'm sorry," she said, stammering through her words in their language, "p-please don't punish me, I'll g-go back inside," as she looked back to face the soldier. She didn't recognize his face; he must've been one of the newer recruits who had been cycled in. The abodes had curfews, though their enforcement was lax; the Asakans rarely, if ever, punished the violators, though repeat offenders always had their social workers visit a bit more often.

"Relax, nobody's going to hurt you," he said gently, taking his helmet off. He had tanned, brown skin and jet-black hair, like her own. "But it's not safe for you to be out this late." He took a brief moment to bow, before he sat down next to her. "I think this is our first time meeting - I'm Paulus, I'm new to Tan Sri."

Her body relaxed a bit, though she could still feel the stinging pain in her wounds, "I'm Vassenia," she said, her speech still tinged with anxiety, "It's n-nice to meet you, Paulus." She avoided making eye contact with the soldier, staring at the ground, while her fingers started to dig into the moist earth. She still spoke with a noticeable accent, though it was nothing that the translation devices didn't clear up. They had given them all translation devices, but she spent much of her free time studying their language and names to keep herself busy. By now, she could muster a workable, if proficient, understanding of the language even without the device.

"Nice to meet you too," Paulus said, stretching a bit as he sat down, "It's my third day here, in fact - I just got rotated in from a fort near Yuddhajung." Vassenia gave a hesitant, confused nod. These Asakans always seemed to know their home better than they did - names, places, maps. She always found it difficult to remember where things were or what they called different areas. He pulled up the GPS projection on his HUD, showing her a digital map of the region, with a red marker on where they were, and a few other markings further out. "See - we're here, I'm from here," he said, lifting his finger to one of the blue waypoints on the map, signaling the fort he had been stationed at.

Reaching forward, Vassenia touched the screen, sliding towards the region labeled "Yurungkash." There was a red dotted line surrounding the boundary on the map, and the region was shaded in a darker color than the rest. She lifted a point to a corner in the northeast side of the map, far away from Yuddha, signaling where her hive had been.

"Wow - you've come a far way from home," Paulus said, "I'm from far away too." He pressed a few points on the interface, zooming out so that they could see the whole planet. Vassenia started mesmerized at the projection, as Paulus shifted it, showing a few more planets, before zooming in another one. He pointed for it, "I come from a place called Asaka, it's right here."

"What's it like there?" Vassenia asked. "Is it like here too?" While Vassenia regularly interacted with the soldiers in Tan Sri, she had rarely asked them about their origins or backgrounds. They had always been polite and extroverted, but she preferred to keep to herself.

He paused for a moment, briefly considering the question, before shrugging his shoulders, "It's different. There are a lot more people there than here. There are no Yan there either, so it's a lot safer. There are a lot of migrants from other parts of the country too." Vassenia listened intently, she had only heard stories about Asaka in the civic lessons that the soldiers had provided or from her social worker, who was also from Asaka. She had heard of the safety and prosperity in what they called 'the Imperial Home' but hearing Paulus' personal background somehow made it more real.

Yet she remained confused, as she finally looked at him. Underneath his power armor, she could see the ravages of war on his face. He had a scar along his cheek that ran along his cheek, with heavy bags under his eyes. His eyes had a reddish tent, as the veins inside bulged against the surface of his sclera. His face rippled with deep wrinkles that made him look almost ten, if not fifteen years, his senior.

"W-why did you come here?" She asked, her fragile voice cold and emotionless, as she asked the question directly. She had heard endlessly in the lessons about Fairway, its people, and its military. She knew of the Republican Guard and the long, storied history of the Royal Asakan Rifles, and she knew about the justifications that they had provided for their military presence. She knew what their plans were for them - the conflict would end, and they would have the choice of staying in Yuddha to rebuild or to migrate deeper into Fairway's borders. But still, she could not understand why someone would leave a place like this 'Asaka' and come to the hellscape that was Shillong.

She could see his face start to stiffen, losing some of the earlier friendliness and warmth that it had borne when he had sat next to her. He furrowed his eyebrows, as he looked to face her. For a brief moment, he stared at Vassenia's scar-ridden face, seeing the marks of the serrated plasma knives that had been used to discipline her on their forced march through Yurungkash or while in captivity in Yuddha. He let out a long sigh, as he looked away, facing the highlands. There were a few flashes of light in the distance, seemingly closer than before. "The Yan have reaped for generations," he said, his voice icy and jaded, "And now they must sow."

Vassenia looked away from his face, turning to face the highlands. She could see a few distant flashes of light, as a group of drone swarms lit up their night sky with their weaponry. She remembered during her time in captivity that there had been few lights in the sky, difficult to distinguish from the picturesque, heavenly sky above them. Then, as they had grown more numerous, she remembers the other slaves pointing them out, as the insurgents promised them salvation. When they had finally arrived at her cell, she remembered seeing their swarms scream in the skies above, their massive weaponry tearing through the Yan carapaces and spreading the alien's blood and gore across the battlefield.

"But why you?" She asked, "Did they force you to come?" Looking at the night-time confrontation, she could see the silhouettes of Yan drones being torn apart by the THUNDER DRAGONS.

"In Asaka, we have a saying, 'if you not, then who; if not now, then when," he said coldly, staring firmly at the far-off confrontation, as more Yan silhouettes emerged on the horizon, replacing those that had been destroyed. She simply nodded. The silhouettes appeared to be getting closer, as more lights in the sky buzzed around, and she could feel the same anxiety she heard before start to creep back. Paulus reached for his rifle, looking at Vassenia, "Get back inside."

She could feel her face burning, as the pain in her scars. The silhouettes were getting closer, as she saw the floodlights in the valley flash on, illuminating their surroundings. There was a massive force, much closer than it had looked before, as she heard the horrifying sound of the buzzing alarm start to sound in the camp. Over her heard, she could see the flashing lights again, much more numerous than they had been before and flying much lower, as they screamed towards their targets. Their munitions howled, as they started opening fire on the Yan, and she could again hear the dreaded orchestra of buzzing and chattering that accompanied their arrival.

Vassenia tried to follow her orders, but her body and mind couldn't lift herself off of the ground. She could feel everything, all at once. Her scars once again sent searing pain through her body, as the horrifying THUNDER DRAGON swarms screamed in the air above them, their heavy guns and incendiary ammunition opening fire, as the valley erupted in a searing inferno. She shoved her hands over her ears, as she tucked her head between her legs and let out a piercing scream. Paulus had already left from her side, now a far-off shadow in the dimly lit camp, as she saw more of the soldiers assembling outside of the barracks, and she felt a social worker grab her by the shoulder.

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Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0550 Hours

"I'd hate to ruin the fun," Septimia said, turning to Publius, "But with respect to the seismic weapons testing we'll be doing, it would be prudent for us to get REX under the hood." She briefly turned back to face the delegates from Sunset, "REX - Resources Extraction, they're the civilians in charge of all mining activity out here in Qaraqash. They certainly...," she sighed, looking back to Publius, "...like to throw their weight around."

"Special weapons testing trumps mining," Publius stated bluntly, "If Yoshimasa has a problem, he can bring it up with me directly. I'll have one of my few deputies circulate a memo to him keeping him in the loop. 50 click cordon for a week should be enough for him to keep Khadir and Dhali under wraps and give us enough time to clear the hive."

"Khadir and Dhali," Septimia said, looking back to the Sunset delegates, "They're big polysilicon moguls out here, made a killing in the early days of the war harvesting minerals from conflict zones all over Qaraqash. There's thousand of miners out here now, but they were the first ones to make it big in the polysi boom."

"Yoshimasa will keep them in check," Publius added, sending a ping to one of his deputies to notify REX of the injunction. "With that, we should be all set to get moving. Septimia will have her team sent over the technical specs to the 'Afendar so you guys can get working."

The distant sound of a Dragonfly rung in the air, as both Septimia and Publius exchanged confused expressions. The Dragonfly was Fairway's signature military helicopter, with a variety of attack, utility, and reconnaissance models. Equipped with autonomous guidance and munitions systems, the Dragonfly was a force to be reckoned with, hardened to withstand direct assaults from Yan swarms. The blades crackled against the early morning sky, as the vehicle touched down outside.

Publius stood up, motioning the others to join him, as his expression hardened, more so than its usual form. As they stepped outside, a handful of agents clad in black and tan outfits exited the Dragonfly, carrying sniper rifles at their sides. Their outfits clashed against those of Publius and Septimia, clearly identifying them as Frontier Reconnaissance operatives. One of the figures stepped forward, his cybernetic arm noticeable underneath the protective armor that surrounded it.

"Romulus lives," Publius said, noticeably surprised and, frankly, shocked to see the figure standing in front of him, as he bowed his head. As Publius bowed, the figure removed his helmet, revealing a weary face, traced by wrinkles, and a trimmed beard tracing the surface of his jawline. A dark eyepatch covered one of his eyes, though the translucent fabric did little to hide the dim light from a cybernetic eye underneath. Behind him were two figures, both women, clad in the same armor as Romulus.

"The great Publius Pakalapati," Romulus Takeda said, placing a hand on Publius' shoulder, who seem to regard the figure with an aura of respect and reverence. "If what Vipsanius says is true, I owe you and your men a round before you rotate into Yurungkash." Romulus exchanged a quick nod at Septimia, as if they had already been familiar with each other, before he turned to Captain O'Donall.

"And you must be Captain O'Donall, from the Republic of Sunset," Romulus said, reaching for a cigarette, "I've met some of your other counterparts back in Ashikaga, but may I please extend the warmest welcome to the Republic of Fairway." He turned back to face Publius as he lit the cigarette, "I apologize for the sudden intrusion - I'm on the way back to Yurungkash but have been diverted here to observe the new seismic weaponry you all are testing. I'm joined by two of our operatives in Xenobiologics who are running point on our agency's research on Wild Yan behavior."

"Absolutely," Publius said, "You can ride with us, assuming there's enough space," turning back to Captain O'Donall.

Outside of Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0550 Hours

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Doctor Padma Kalirai. Summarizing our understanding a bit more in-depth," she began, confused by the rapid transition, but focusing on the treatment at hand. Directing Doctor Nolith to the patient, "The Yan have venomous stingers that appear to disperse fluids of extra-galactic origin, all highly toxic to humans. Given these origins, it's been difficult for us to trace down the exact components, though it's rarely an issue for combat soldiers, who know to keep their distance. Usually the biggest influx of cases we get are from miners or other civilians who get ambushed at close quarters."

"There are variations in the exact venom composition and its known effects on humans, though the variations are not well mapped out due to the difficulty in gathering sufficient samples; however, the patient appears to have a fairly standard dose of what one would encounter here in Qaraqash. From what we've understood from cases like these, the venom appears to contain a mix of neurotoxins, myotoxins, and procoagulants, with the overall effect being a range of symptoms, including paralysis, nerve damage, and hemorrhaging from blood vessels. From our understanding, the paralysis stems from a cocktail of presynaptic neurotoxins that disrupt neurotransmitter release. The procoagulants inside of the venom then leads to internal hemorrhaging, particularly within the brain."

Padma paused, looking back to the patient, as blood still spurted from above the collar, indicating that the patient's heart was still beating, "Usually most victims will either die from the effects of respiratory paralysis or from an hemorrhagic stroke, related to the cerebral hemorrhaging. Our biggest difficulty in developing an antivenom has been deciphering the molecular structure of the venom which doesn't appear to match any known biological materials that we've encountered before. Safe to say, it's certainly one of the nastier variants that we've encountered among patients."

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Outside of Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0555 Hours

"...extra-galactic origin? Well, that certainly makes this more interesting," the being now inhabited by Doctor Nolith replied. "Though," she continued to run her right arm up and down the corpse's torso while keeping the other hand over their heart, "I know next to nothing about these... Yan? Was it? The previous occupant put out a notice that there was a potential novel toxin here and I grabbed the notification before anyone else could. I just know you're somewhere in the east - relative to Mars, that is."

Just that moment, another figure came running in and now there were two of him. Her? But the voice from the newcomer identified them as the Corpsman from previous, "Sorry, Doc - had to grab a new body. Need anything?"

"Scan data from anyone else who's been poisoned. Doctor - I'd like to know a bit more about dosing. From the looks of this wound, the instrument had to be... Well, I'd rather not guess," she continued briskly. "What about whatever did this? Would it be possible to get a direct examination..?"

Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0550 Hours

"...you sure are on the ball," O'Donall put out a hand to the newcomer, "Nice to meet you. What I was thinking was that anyone that wants to ride along with us can ride shotgun on one of our Ghost Dragons," he turned to point over to where a cyclopian suit of power armor was standing near a tank. "They are drones - remotely inhabited by a Marine operator. But they've got a system that allows them to create a second version of themselves that can then be controlled by someone else. It would be like you're there but you're here. And you don't want to be there - not even you," he looked the cyborg up and down.

"The weapon we'll be 'testing' is an anti-biological warhead," he turned his arm from the Marine power armor to a hovering vehicle that sat behind the first, though this model was mounting a large box launcher across the back of its turret. "Trees, bugs, bacteria - people - basically everything that's made of water inside the area-of-effect dies. They were designed back in the 'oughts to deal with infantry wave attacks. Downside is, they don't discriminate - work just as well on friends as foes. Even tank armor won't save you - not against a close hit. They should work really well against the Yan - should," he crossed his fingers.

"As far as the 'how', we can probably jury-rig something for you to plug directly into," he nodded at Takeda, "Given your status. But if you don't want to, we can also set up a couple cocoons - VR tents. You'll duck inside and it will be like you're there but you're here. Unless you want to visit the medical ward and get a DNI," he looked at the other two...

Ashikaga Fortress (General Headquarters), Outskirts of Lai Dai, Asaka-Nakasone Border, Kuroda, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant... Day 3, 630 Hours

"...Ambassador Fenix'Barowo," the small being bowed, the motion taking them well below Aurelian's knees before they straightened up. With a careful motion she - or at least the body form suggested it - reached inside her suit jacket to pull out a folded sheet of paper and present it. "My credentials."

A quick glance and it was what it was; a letter from one head of state to another - in this case, from Secretary-General Erika Silaco to him - asking that his government acknowledge the bearer as the established ambassador with all the rights and privileges as provided under the laws of Fairway.

"Which is something of a question, isn't it?" she looked up - and up - at him with something of a smile on her pointed face. "Rights and privileges, that is. According to the briefing, Fairway is a united system government with its only previous foreign contact being these 'Yan'. And I suspect you were not in the habit of exchanging ambassadors. Perhaps a question for the legal scholars or a late-night legislative session - which, if you find yourself unfortunately bereft of such dusty laws, I can put your people in contact with someone who I'm sure will have a huge number of suggestions."

"You will also notice there a standing invitation to dine with the Secretary-General though," and here she looked around as if taking the sum of the man and of the other officials and functionaries, "I should warn you - don't wear your best suit. Erika is both informal and delightful. She'll host you at her house for a backyard barbeque, typically with her friends, family, important personages - other heads of state - and if you're not the type to enjoy licking your fingers clean, I suggest you send an envoy who does..."
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Postby Fairway » Tue Mar 21, 2023 12:05 am

Outside of Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0530 Hours

Padma turned to Doctor Nolith, as the blood spurts started to slow. "Absolutely - I can speak with the local garrison commander and see if we can organize a site visit in short order." She seemed a bit more apprehensive than her prior tone. "I should note, though, these victims are all settlers, in other words, civilians. In our culture, there is no greater tragedy than the loss of an innocent's life on the battlefield. Upon our arrival, we will have to wait for the mourning period for the fallen to finish before we can begin running our study. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause for your research."

Outside of Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0700 Hours

As dawn broke above the reddish canyons, the mine came into view from afar. Padma and the others had been accompanied by a contingent of Republican Guard Personnel, led by Centurion Tiberius Aakash. One of Publius' deputies, Tiberius had been placed in charge of overseeing security operations at the mine, as the settlers and Freedmen paid their respects to the fallen. A long scar traced the left side of his face, running from his forehead to his jawline, punctuated by a cybernetic eye.

"I don't know how much you have heard about the Yan from my colleagues, but getting them out of the hives was the easy part," Tiberius said, as he lit a cigarette, pointing down at the exposed surface of the mine, "Once we finished freeing the slaves in this area, a significant portion of the hive had defected from the broader group and burrowed deep into the mineral deposits. In this phase of the conflict, they've become much more sophisticated and surgical about targeting civilians - both settlers and my colleagues like Padma," he said, gesturing over at Padma, who had her eyes trained on the surface below, silent for the duration of the trip aside from the low hum of her power armor. He pointed down at his power armor, "The suit gives us sufficient protection against the Yan up close and personal, but seems like they caught these miners off-guard. As I'm sure you saw, the venom is a death sentence if it gets into you. They're typically on the efficient side when it comes to killing, but if they're targeting the civilians, the stingers carry ceremonial significance for them."

Tiberius gestured at the crowds below starting to gather around the mine, surrounding smaller funeral pyres, "Whenever there's an attack like this, they show up droves to pay their respects to the fallen. We show up to provide security and keep the peace while they handle their mourning." He paused to let out a puff of smoke, "At first, we tried to talk them out of stuff like this, being reckless and all, but when you meet settlers, they're tough as nails. They're not scared of death," he said, as the Dragonfly started to slow down.

As its doors open, the atmosphere was grim. The air was filled with the harsh scent of the industrial chemicals and the charred corpses being cremated in small, makeshift pyres. As they exited, two of Tiberius' subordinates carried a heavy crate out of the body of the Dragonfly, placing it on the ground next outside, as the settlers started to line up. As they opened the crate, the soldiers revealed neatly folded stacks of onyx flags, with gray bauhinia flowers in their center, that they began distributing to the neatly queued settlers.

Padma turned to Doctor Nolith and the other personnel from Sunset, "They should be wrapping up soon; they've been out here since before dawn," pointing at the line of pyres that seem to run across the horizon. As Padma watched the burning flames, a contingent of Republican Guard officers emerged from the depths of the mine, carrying a maimed corpse soaked in blood and venom. Missing several limbs, they placed the corpse onto a fresh pyre near the entrance of the mine, as they scanned their biometric information, identifying the fallen civilian, before gesturing for a pair of settlers to approach the pyre. They both looked young, teenagers at the very most, as they handed one of the onyx flags to the officer, who draped it over the course. The officers kneeled before the fire, as the settlers ignited the flame after a few moments of hesitation.

As they watched the ceremonies from afar, one of Tiberius' deputies approached him, bowing before the new guests, before removing his helmet and looking at Tiberius and Padma. "We've been out here since the accident, at least 200 and counting. One of the worst I've seen out here."

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Takeda Gardens, Asaka, Kuroda, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0630 Hours

Aurelian bowed, flanked by a handful of bureaucrats, dressed in ornate, traditional robes. "Please, Ambassador, we would happily accept your people's advice and input on such matters; however, I can personally assure you of our government's respect for your credentials. Our people and state hold your civilization with the utmost respect and reverence for its great accomplishments and values and seek to extend the warmest welcome to all of its citizens and residents." Aurelian kneeled and bowed his head to the ground, the highest sign of respect reserved for only the most revered elders in Fairway, as the bureaucratic dignitaries behind him repeated the gesture.

Despite his youth, Aurelian had an aged face, accentuated by the strains and stresses of the past several days. His dark brown eyes bore a reddish tint, flanked underneath by a set of deep, puffy wrinkles, while several white strands were noticeable in his sea of dark, jet-black hair. His face was almost unnaturally slender, as his skin wrapped tightly around a pair of high cheekbones.

Gesturing to the ambassador, Aurelian led the small group along a path, surrounded by a vast sea of trees. "Our people welcome you into the Takeda Gardens, one of the most sacred places in our nation. For centuries, the Takeda clan has maintained these gardens to remember and honor those that have fallen in the struggle for freedom." He paused to point at one of the orchid trees, "Each of the five petals of the bauhinia flower represents a planet in the Fairway. While each of these trees have been planted for a veteran of our struggle, these gardens honor and remember the sacrifices of all righteous among the stars in the service of freedom."

"There is much to be discussed during your visit; however, it is our custom to cater to our guests. Please inform me or my delegates if there is anything we can provide or do to make you comfortable during your stay in Fairway," Aurelian said, continuing along the path, as they approached a large pagoda in the distance.

Outskirts of Fort Jahandar, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0800 Hours

The Sun bathed the red canyons in a scorching embrace, rapidly lifting the temperature as the morning began in earnest. Still, Fort Jahandar buzzed with activity, the skies over the streets buzzing with activity, as logistics drones transported consumer goods and heavy commodities across the Fort. Republican Guard patrols filtered throughout their street, removing their helmets to exchange stories and cigarettes with the local residents.

Inside of the field camp, Publius pointed to a hologram on the table, depicting the internal workings of JAHANDAR's Inner Hive. Detailed, thermal imaging scans highlighted densely-packed pockets of Yan activity throughout several distinct locations within the hive, while in several pockets, thermal signatures went dark, highlighting the dire conditions facing the Yan in the Inner Hive. "The THUNDER DRAGONS have been mobilized and are already performing reconnaissance in the area around JAHANDAR before we move in. Our perimeter should be in place shortly, with mobile units possessing resonance inhibitors to interfere with any Wild Yan that might be a threat while we're out there. In case anything gets too hairy out there, a squadron of CELESTIAL DRAGONS is currently in close proximity to the hive - their incendiaries should be sufficient to burn out anything inside of the Inner Hive, in case we need to bug out."

Romulus smoked another cigarette, as Publius continued his briefing to both the Frontier Reconnaissance team accompanying them and Captain O'Donall. "Once the perimeter has been established, we should be in the clear to begin deep insertions into the hive and any ancillary weapons testing that you want to perform as you see fit. They haven't noticed or picked up on our perimeter, as our men have been assembling all morning which is a positive sign, but it doesn't hurt to be aware of the surroundings."

"Unless there are any additional objections, Captain O'Doall," Romulus said, letting out a puff of smoke from another cigarette, "We'd be happy to begin moving out to JAHANDAR so we can commence testing."

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On the Road to Hive JAHANDAR, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 4, 0300 Hours...

"...for most of the galaxy? How far the average man can walk in a day," Captain O'Donell answered in answer to one of his guest's question. "And then less, depending on just how well they can handle keeping that man fed," he added before moving on. "While a lot of people suggest they have drones and other force-and-mobility multipliers, not a lot seem to actually use them," he emphasized. "And honestly? A lot of them seem plain ol' happy when they are 'forced' to fall back to mass conscription and iron sights."

Like the Captain, the others were riding - for a loose definition of the word - on the aft deck of a massive Typhoon-type super-heavy grav-tank. This then suggested there were heavy, medium, and possibly light grav-tanks thought there were none in evidence here. Instead the prong-bowed catamaran was accompanied by others of its kind as well as similarly-but-smaller shaped 'Tsunami infantry fighting vehicles, a good salting of power armor, and a few low-flying and odd-shaped gunships that hadn't yet been identified. It was now very early morning with not even a peek of the sun over the horizon though there was enough dim light reflected in one of the planet's small moons to allow the unaided eye to just pick the armor out of their surroundings.

Why? Tradition, mostly - though this had also given the three primary guests time to make and confirm further preparations; pulling forces back or moving them into position. It had also allowed them some training time on the new systems though these seemed well-designed and straight-forward.

"Tube artillery, mostly. Which is fine," he at least suggested until adding the dismissive, "Except that they can be shot down," and the armored suit he now occupied reached out to pat one of the drum-shaped protrusions on the turret's rear. Larger than he was - even in the 'Ghost Dragon - it was integrated into the sidewall of the squat turret and capped by a hexagonal faceted black glass dome. "And yes, a lot of it is towed. Sometimes by actual horses..."

His words dropped off as he checked the navigation screen for perhaps the hundredth time. On the Propraetor's occult suggestion, they had taken the twenty minute suggestion as read and set their speed accordingly. This was no however no armored column. The whole assembly seemed distributed at random with some elements speeding up, slowing down, circling slowly through the whole volume, as well as varying their hovering height until the whole collection seemed to be in a slow motion swirl though all were headed in the same direction and within the same volume.

"...halfway there," he announced softly just as Romulus Takeda cut him off; "They are aware of our approach. My scouts have spotted several Yan columns rising from the hive," he said, as he relayed the words of a different set of voices in his head.

This was instantly reflected on the tactical map as well with a host of contacts first picked out one-by-one and then coalesced into iridescent blobs that began to stretch into streamers as the bugs gained the skies.

"They have been expecting it," and the hard tone of his voice made clear that this was not a guess. "Even traveling in the open I would expect to be half-again as close before being detected. Something or someone has alerted them."

"I assure you, they have no scouts - not even traitors - within my perimeter," Publius broke in, his remote voice almost anxious and Septimia beside him offering an electronic 'nod' of agreement.

"Doesn't really matter - not right now," O'Donall surged to his feet, holding snug against the back corner of the turret to reach around and slap at the side as though it was somehow possible that the crew 'inside' might hear his hand against the unyielding armor. "Give it the onions!" and the tank surged under them, the electric-blue sunburst flag at the top snapping from a slow ripple to a line-straight rectangle in an instant. The other three couldn't feel the increase in speed but they could see it - beside them the lowland scrub between one (ex)hive and another blurred past. Out of the darkness another vehicle - one of the smaller infantry carriers - swung closer and for a moment they could make out the numbers on the side before it swung away again, narrowly avoiding a skinny tree that still whipped violently despite the near-miss.

"We'll close with them as fast as we can - keep the action as far as we can from the meat people!"

According to the tactical map contact would not be in minutes but in seconds with Romulus again observing, "They are not coming for us - they are coming for you!"

While the streamers had first arced into a swirling spiral above the hive, it was now obvious that he was right with each now reaching out into a long spike aimed directly at them. A heavy buzz at the back of their hearing grew louder and louder and then there was the heavy hiss-and-crack of several sonic booms - a couple of the gunships had broken off, their heat exchangers marking their position from behind as they shot off at an angle towards-and-away from the approaching swarms. Shots were fired; the first exchange of the battle in brilliant green and crackling blue.

"I've got a guess 'why' - time to get off!" the Captain half-yelled, his suit moving to the edge of the left-side pontoon and simply stepping off. They followed or rather the Marines that hosted them did, the armored suits landing in a squad and then taking off at a dead run. Each suddenly became an Angel of Death; micro-missiles poured out of launchers concealed among the back plates of their armor while spherical black drones detached from their receptacles to flank the Marines in wing-like arrays.

"...they are after you," Septimia breathed in sudden realization. "You said it yourself. Your tanks - these suits. They all move around by manipulating gravity! The Yan - their resonance sense! They can feel your approach!"

"Yeah! That was my guess too," and he flung himself forward, dropping into the cover offered by a low mound. "This might complicate things!" On his back, he poked just the tip of his barrel above the edge and there was the crackle-pop of particle beam fire, the lance reaching out to strike again and again. "But you know - might as well really piss them off!"

Kilometers away, they still felt it - first a low rumble and then a matching shake. A earthquake. Not intense but still notable as the 'Afendar passed high overhead, the very earth trembling under the passage of its gravetic feet. Whether or not this had additional impact was not plausible to determine from the ground. Already the melee was general with a fuselade of blue and green criss-crossing the sky as everyone shot at everyone else.

Then, as he'd promised earlier, the artillery arrived. Missiles launched by the 'Hurricane platforms located not far from their real bodies raced through the dark skies as brilliant falling stars, angling their approach as to pass through the greatest volume of their target swarm. Suddenly the air was filled with fire, individual bodies bursting into brief flame just before the missile passed them by. The shockwave from their passage tore the drifting ash that remained into drifting clouds while those Yan that survived outside of the area-of-effect veered violently away. The tendril swarms had become clouds, their interiors gutted - their weight of numbers a sudden disadvantage.

Above their heads, objects - Yan - began to rain from the sky. Those unfortunates caught at the very edge had lost their extremities and now plummeted wingless. One landed nearby and Publius leapt at it, the 'borrowed' rifle in his hands. A touch of the trigger and the head vanished, splashing away to cover the nearby undergrowth in viscera. Another - and another - and it was only as the dawn finally touched them that their hands could finally stop their dark work...
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Postby Sunset » Fri Mar 24, 2023 7:22 pm

Ashikaga Fortress, Outskirts of Lai Dai, Asaka-Nakasone Border, Kuroda, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant... Day 4, 0900 Hours

"...while yes - the Republic practices free trade, it is not just simply a matter of declaring such," Ambassador Fenix'Barowo - Fenix, for those adept at the familiar - emphasized as an aide pushed a data pad to the center of the table where it was taken up by their opposite, examined briefly, and then placed in front of the bureaucrat she now faced. The formal introductions and ceremonies were now over and it was time to get down to business; literally, in this case.

"And there we are again willing to help," she indicated the image on the data slate. "The Republic and her allies - and friends - are connected via a system of 'gates. These allow slower-than-light vessels instant transit between thousands of different worlds and markets. In your case, this would be especially useful as your native faster-than-light capability is marginal. Additionally, faster-than-light drives are complex with a long manufacturing tail - and at present you might want to be able to put that industrial capacity into other areas - medical, for instance."

As an aside, she brought up something on her own slate, "I've received several notes from inside the Defense Force suggesting that we bring in more medical aid - apparently the conflict is brutal," she frowned sympathetically. "Our sympathies and something of the point. We can bring in a 'gate for each of your worlds that would then allow them direct access both to the others as well as the wider galaxy. Though this would be only a stop-gap - we're not in the habit of maneuvering friendly nations into depending on us for their everyday needs. Eventually you're going to build your own shipbuilding industry, even if only to maintain a way to project your national identity outward."

"Speaking of which - last thing, I promise," she held up a hand. "The internet. I noticed that Captain Ikaika has not yet provided you with a connection. An oversight but a reasonable one - especially as every culture seems to have their own preferences, variant, or lack there-of. While their reaction is often indicative of their true system of government, a particular civilization's needs are understood - even if we don't always agree..."
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Postby Fairway » Fri Mar 24, 2023 11:31 pm

Outskirts of Hive JAHANDAR, Qaraqash, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 4, 0500 Hours

The kinetic strikes had done their work, with ~90% of the hive's Yan population eliminated. The interior structure of the hive had completely caved in on itself following the seismic attacks, with significant aftershocks affecting the subterranean tunnel network stretching for miles around the hive. Those who had survived were scattered across the hive, isolated in specific areas that had withstood the seismic shocks better than the other sections of the hive or escapees from the outer hive.

Watching from afar, Captain O'Donall and Publius watched the carnage from the makeshift command center that had been set up in the perimeter. Once the paths had been cleared, the first wave of surviving drones came streaming out of the hive's entrances, advancing in the skies in a loud, buzzing formation. The nearby THUNDER DRAGON swarms had swept in, shredding the Yan carapaces with heavy munitions or burning them alive with volleys of incendiary ammunition. Even in the dark of the early morning sky, the blazing inferno of incendiary ammunition illuminated the carnage on the battlefield, while the screaming salvos, coupled with the agony of the Yan, filled the air with an orchestra of death.

Though the first waves had been decimated by the early attacks, it hadn't taken long for the Yan to adapt. On the command screen in front of Publius, red dots flashed in an area at another side of the hive, as more swarms emerged to the surface. Publius, fixated on the details of the map, zoomed in on the new flanking waves, as a few blue dots from the perimeter started to engage. He tapped his comm link quickly, his eyes firmly trained on the map, "More Yan flanking left side - THUNDER DRAGON formations moving into position."

"Affirmative," a stern voice replied, "Venators and CELESTIAL DRAGON formations on standby if needed."

Another red cluster opened up from another side of the hive, as Publius' eyebrows furrowed. He reached for the cup of coffee next to him, as he zoomed in on the new swarms, with combat footage from the JALALUDDIN surveillance units in place. "Looks like there's some collaborators who made it through that," he said, looking over at Captain O'Donall. The collaborators' bodies were distinct, covered in detailed tattoos

"Collaborators moving in from the right flank, coordinates are in your HUD. Aulus and Gaius, get snipers on them."

"We are engaging the enemy," another voice replied over the comms. A few bodies started falling to the ground, as Publius minimized the footage screen. "Auxiliary Command - we've wasted enough ammo for one morning, requesting CELESTIAL strikes on the following coordinates."

"Took you long enough, Publius," one of the voices said gruffly over the comms, "CELESTIAL strike in 60 seconds, danger close."

"All units be advised, CELESTIAL strike in 60 seconds, danger close," Publius said over the comms, as Romulus gestured for Captain O'Donall to follow him out of the camp, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette.

They stepped outside into the command post, achieving a full view of the battlespace. Though their views had been clearer on the footage streams running inside, the battlefield was fully illuminated. The lights of hundreds of THUNDER DRAGON units lit up the sunrise, creating a canvas of stars across the firmament. A handful of centurions were also spectating the battle, lighting cigarettes, as they prepared for the display to come.

"Targets locked, firing in 20 seconds."

At first, the battle continued as it had been. There was no sound or warning; then, within a split second, a continuous volley of missiles poured into the hive, targeting the makeshift entrances that the Yan had dug out. Massive explosions filled the hive, as searing flames scorched the entrances, and a continuous blaze spread inside of the walls. A second and third volley continued, triggering similar explosions, as the hive was absorbed in a sea of flames.

"Strike launched, CELESTIAL units pulling away from the hive."

Romulus put his synthetic hand on Captain O'Donall's shoulder, as he threw his cigarette against the ground and crushed it under his boot. "First time's always the best," he said grimly, his face cold and expressionless, as he led him back into the command center.

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Postby Fairway » Sat Mar 25, 2023 10:52 am

Yuddhajung, Yuddha, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 4, 0200 Hours

For the past 24 hours, massive Yan swarms, augmented by Zealots and collaborator auxiliaries, had been pushing deep into Fairway's lines in Yuddha. In Mars' absence, Praetor Aurelius Otani had been tasked with the defense of the province. With the sheer number of hostiles streaming across the porous border, Aurelius had issued a general order for all Royal Asakan Rifles units to report to the nearest abode to reinforce defenses. In the meantime, hundreds of THUNDER DRAGON swarms had been launched to engage the Yan to cover their retreat, while CELESTIAL munitions poured down from above, raining fire onto the advancing lines. It was a temporary stop-gap for now, but it would give them enough time to consolidate and regroup.

Aurelius lit a cigarette, the last one in his pack, as he looked out at the valleys surrounding Yuddhajung. Once peaceful and filled with local gardens, waves of Royal Asakan Rifle infantry heading for the frontlines atop columns of autonomous Land Warrior APCs. Overhead, the skies were filled with THUNDER DRAGON swarms, screaming towards to the ever-encroaching Yan swarms. In the distance, Aurelius could still hear the persistent thunder of CELESTIAL munitions slamming into the earth.

Yuddhajung had once been a safe, thriving metropolis at the frontlines of the conflict. He remembered seeing the streets filled with locals and Freedmen, exchanging conversation with the local Republican Guard units or exchanging goods amongst each other. The bars and teahouses once packed with customers were empty, the Freedmen having been evacuated hours ago to makeshift positions deeper in the province. The Dragonfly came to a slow crawl above the LZ, before hitting the ground. As the doors opened, a handful of Republican Guard officers were waiting for Aurelius' arrival.

"Simringadh is under direct Yan assault," one of the officer said, "Auxiliary Forces is throwing as many THUNDER DRAGON reinforcements as they can muster into the province, but the recon lines have had to pull back. CELESTIAL fire appears to have decimated most of the Zealot units and halted their advance for now, but ground units in the outlying valleys have begun engaging the Yan swarms that have made it through."

"Divert the 1st and 3rd companies to provide additional support," Aurelius replied, "CELESTIALs have their area covered for now."

"Sir, 1st and 3rd companies are already engaging the Yan at Larganj," another office replied, "Recon units reported that the Yan broke through the perimeter fifteen minutes ago."

Aurelius sighed, looking back at them as he stood in front of the entrance of the command center. "Understood, get me the latest ground assessments from Simringadh and Larganj. I'm going to call the boss." The two officers bowed and followed Aurelius into the command center. The command center reeked of cigarette smoke and coffee, as the sleep-deprived logistical staff were running double-shifts to keep eyes on the status at the frontlines. The retreat had been bought them time and ammunition, but it wouldn't last for very long. The two officers broke off, corresponding with their deputies, while Aurelius marched deeper into the facility, connecting back onto his comms link.

"Aurelius, what the hell is happening down there?" A familiar voice boomed over the comms, "Your deputies told me you lit half of Yuddha on fire last night."

"It's the goddamned apocalypse down here," Aurelius replied, "I don't know how many of our positions will make it through the night. We need more THUNDER DRAGON support if we're going to make it to the morning."

"I'm on my way back to the frontlines with additional reinforcements" Mars replied, "ETA 6 hours to planetside."

"We're holding them at Larganj and Simringadh, barely, but if they break through, this place is going to be a cauldron pretty quickly. We've diverted as many forces as we can to the outlying abodes to handle evac operations, but they're lighting up the whole valley."

"Understood," Mars replied gruffly, "Orders in from the top - Yuddhajung is our line in the sand. Take any action necessary to hold until morning, good luck."

"Affirmative," Aurelius replied. He lit another cigarette and looked at the map of the battlespace in the command center, zooming in on the formations at Larganj and Simrangadh, as he heard one of the officers from before enter into his office.

"Any update on reinforcements from Mars?" He asked, handing Aurelius another packet of cigarettes and a cup of coffee out of courtesy.

"It's going to be a long night."

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Takeda Gardens, Asaka, Kuroda, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0900 Hours

"We appreciate the philosophy," as one of the bureaucrats closely examined the datapad, "I should emphasize that we apply the same approach in our economic policymaking at home, albeit at a much smaller scale. With respect to provincial integration, I'd be happy to discuss the accession process more in depth at a later time, but put simply, our priority is to integrate regions into the value chains that run out of Nakasone and Hwasun and invest heavily in infrastructure to support these goals. I think we're on the same page in terms of the integration relationship in that respect, and I should emphasize that our national priority is integration - not dependence - into your economic structures. We would vastly appreciate the provision of these gates, but we should emphasize that we accept these a humble gesture of your support for our national goals and do not wish to become reliant on the provision of these assets in the future. From our own internal discussions on the matter, our primary concern would be mirroring and implementing any structures you have in place regarding taxation or transit fees with our own internal management, consistent with the trade frameworks already established within the Republic of Sunset."

"Which brings me to my next point, Ambassador," another bureaucrat at his side replied, "Upon preliminary analysis of the data that you've sent over, our areas of national priority would conform to the objectives that you describe under such an arrangement. While I don't mean to marginalize the significance of our ongoing military cooperation, we'd like the structure of our civilian relationship to focus heavily on cooperation of key priority sectors, namely, healthcare, integrated circuits, aerospace, and chemicals, in particular. These would be areas that may colleague," he pointed to two of the bureaucrats seating next to them, "would be happy to provide more detail on. I think our main concern would just be, given the existing state of development in the Republic of Sunset, where you think our nation would be best-suited for integration into your existing manufacturing capabilities."

"Of course," the prior bureaucrat interjected, "We'd be happy and open to discussing any regulations or statutes governing cross-border M&A or JV structures as part of that negotiation. With respect to our own internal management, we usually have provincial compacts specifying the uniform recognition of contract integrity and property rights internally, and we'd like to replicate those same arrangements so that Sunset's firms, investors, and citizens all find that Fairway is a comfortable and welcoming place to do business in the future, in line with our national objectives."

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Postby Fairway » Sat Mar 25, 2023 3:49 pm

Park Castle, Hwasun, Yoson, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 3, 0900 Hours

Miles had woken up a few hours ago on his office floor, having spent the better part of the past two days pouring over the latest data releases from the semiconductor factories in his district. He had slept through the alarm he set hours ago and had been awoken by the bright rays of light streaming into his office, as the morning sky illuminated their office in one of the myriad skyscrapers that dominated Park Castle's skyline. He rubbed his eyes groggily, reaching for one of the nicotine pouches on his desk and pressing two against his gums, as he sat in his office chair and stretched.

He could feel a sharp pain in his back return, a side-effect of his persistent habit of spending long nights in the office, as he started sifting through the morning notifications. Nothing significant, thankfully, aside from a few forwarded streams on the latest happenings in the Wildlands that he'd catch up on in the afternoon when he had the chance. He closed out of his inbox and pulled open the blinds discretely, his eyes darting across the bullpen, scanning for signs of any of his coworkers. Thankfully, there were none, and he quietly pushed open the door.

He was young, though he certainly didn't look young. He had been lucky enough to pass his entrance exam with flying colors after he rolled off his conscription term, landing himself a position in Integrated Circuits Administration, a fast-growing, but demand, division in the Export Development Authority. Though the entire EDA was known for its "intense" work culture, Integrated Circuits Administration embodied the values of the institution perhaps more so than any other division. Thankfully though, there had been a staff outing in the red light district yesterday, so Miles would hopefully have at least a few hours to himself before he needed to be active on the desk again.

He slipped out onto the bullpen, slinking away behind the rows of cubicles reserved for the new entrants. As he passed by, he briefly scanned the desks of his direct reports, before making his way into the office kitchen. He pressed a few buttons on the coffee machine, before shifting his attention to one of the streams that was active. He was still a bit groggy, but the pouches were starting to do their work.

"Heavy fighting has continued overnight in the Yuddha Province, as the Royal Asakan Rifles stave off a Yan counter-offensive, believed to be tied to the recent escalation pushing into the Yurungkash region. Believed to be the largest Yan advance since the beginning of the Pacification campaign, intense firefights broke out in Larganj and Simringadh between the Royal Asakan Rifles and the Yan Host. While pressure has abated on these positions with the deployment of additional reinforcements and the Proconsul's return to the battlefield, new counter-offensives this morning have targeted Republican Guard positions at Tan Sri which remains under siege this morning. With us to discuss these developments is--

He flipped to another channel, taking a sip of the espresso on the table. The warm fluid burned his throat, washing his nicotine-laced saliva down with a heavy punch of caffeine, as another stream came on.

In business news, Dhali shares led the dive lower yesterday, following the announcement of renewed regulatory scrutiny into mining practices in Qaraqash. The move adds to further pressure on shares, as investors remain concerned about leverage growth in key polysilicon producers and the broader security situation in Qaraqash. However, both Dhali and Khadir have assured investors ahead of their respective shareholder meetings this week that deleveraging efforts remain a priority, and that the timelines for critical mining projects would remain unaffected by security concerns with the Yan, supported by positive remarks from Director Yoshimasa this morning that REX remains committed to supporting the operations of polysilicon producers in Qaraqash.

"Miles?" A voice said, causing him to nearly drop his espresso, as he looked over to see his boss, Octavia Yagami, standing with an espresso in her hands. Miles looked over sheepishly, embarrassed to see her finding him in this state. "You spend another night in the office again?"

Miles shrugged, his wrinkled dress shirt answering her question, "Duty calls - sent out the semis data that you asked for last night, if you have anything that needs re-tooling before we go to committee."

She shook her head, sitting down and turning off the stream, "Checked out on my read - I'll forward it over to committee and get a meeting scheduled next week. I've got a sit-down with Yoshimasa this afternoon on my calendar that I've been tied up on but I'll do a more detailed review of the analysis later tonight once that's through."

Miles nodded, leaning against the kitchen counter behind him as he finished his espresso.

"You should've come out with us last night," she said, looking up at him, "We went to a nice bar and then hit the circuit. We set up Claudia with two Asakan girls."

He shrugged, a bit confused, "I was on a bit of a tear last night. Noticed a few points in the data that I wanted to drill into before I sent it over to you."

"A fair point," she said, taking a sip from her espresso, "But you'll find there's a difference between doing your job and burning yourself out. If I get another warning from your clan representatives about your work habits, I'll have to put you on mandatory paid vacation. Believe me, I appreciate the seriousness with which you treat your work, but take the rest of the weekend off - try to get some rest, or take a shower at least," she said, looking down at the coffee stains on his shirt.

"I knew what I was getting into in this division, Octavia," he replied, "I'll be back later tonight to parse some of the new data from Tanifuji --"

"That's an order, Miles," she said curtly, "I don't want to see you active for the rest of the day - go home and get some proper sleep."

He sighed, tossing his espresso cup into one of the categorized composting bins, "Affirmative, I'll clear out my things in a bit and go home."

"Good," she said, taking a sip of her espresso.

"This Dhali stuff is pretty wild, huh? I bet Yoshimasa must be all over it," he said casually, commenting on the stream, as he sat down and started scrolling through his phone.

"Believe me," she said, "You don't want to know - I've been pouring over the case since I got home from last night. Yoshimasa's pretty spooked about it," she said, leaning in, "Inside word is that Khadir and Dhali might need bailouts if their expansion doesn't pan out - Aurelian's going to be pissed. I'll fill you in after our meeting."

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Somewhere in Yuddha, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 4, 1345 Hours

"...ever seen 'MASH'?""

"No?" Which was quickly followed by the reasonable question, "What is it?"

"Was," the Doctor answered, pushing himself up from the bench where he'd allowed himself a momentary recharge. Outside he could hear the now-familiar sound of a transport shuttle plowing through the air towards them. "Kind of a mix of a comedy-medical-melodrama set during the Korean War. Old Terran conflict - back in the 'twentieth," he added as the pair trotted for the doors, quickly followed by a crowd of others. "Opened just like this..."

Except instead of the whip-whip of rotor blades there was the whoosh-push of streamlined shuttles dropping belly first from the sky then a gentle electric whine as they came to a stop just above the sketched-out landing pads. Here-and-there they kicked up a puff of dirt but by-and-large the ground had been pushed bare by the steady stream of flights that had started coming in almost before the medical outpost had opened. As soon as the silver-grey craft had come to a stop hatches on the side lifted, corpsmen hastily clambering out along with those patients who were still ambulatory.

"Walking wounded over there," he called out, catching the attention of his self-assigned shuttle. "Triage is that way!" and he pointed over to where a line was already forming outside of one of the former cargo pods.

Earlier that morning Apple Kart had come in from the outer system, the remaining attached transports spreading out to lower their cargo pods across the front where they were rapidly emptied and hastily converted over to surgical suites. Coordinated through the local force command, the task force's shuttles had sped off into the night. Shortly they'd returned with their first patients, the first bed being pulled from its storage rack to be immediately filled by a wounded miner. Already they were running short of beds; the Yan were attacking across a front with a population of millions and they had improvised capacity for a fraction of that.

"...plasma burn," the nurse pronounced, pulling back the bandage on a leg just long enough to make her assessment before sliding it back. It was deep and ugly - the patient would likely lose their leg below the knee - but it wouldn't be immediately fatal. They were already sedated and could be set aside for now. "Put her in the corral."

The synthetic orderly nodded and she moved on, just as an overhead roar caught her attention. A pair of fighters - again dispatched from Apple Kart shot past, a bright lance from one streaking out to raise a distant spout of dirt and rock. The Yan tunnels seemed to run everywhere and a raiding party had emerged just long enough to get blown apart. Speaking of...

"...got another one," the pilot whispered quietly. "In the back."

The doctor nodded, sneaking a glance over his shoulder to where a form lay under a crumpled reflective blanket. Whether by foresight or chance, one of the cargo pods had been placed apart from the others, "Take them over to the 'Y," he instructed the next pair of returning orderies. A pair of Marines were posted outside - not only to stand guard over the Yan but also to dissuade any locals who might be contemplating some easy revenge...
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Yuddhajung, Yuddha, Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 4, 0900 Hours

From above, Yuddha had been transformed from a natural paradise into a veritable pit of carnage and fire. Mars stared out the Dragonfly window, watching the seemingly innumerable THUNDER DRAGON swarms advanced towards the frontlines to relieve the beleaguered defenders. Further out beyond, CELESTIAL DRAGON strike bombers painted the valleys in blazing seas of fire, incinerating hundreds of Yan headed for the frontlines. On the ground, streams of Land Warrior APCs pounded their guided munitions into the highly mobile Yan attackers. He had never seen this many Yan before in a single campaign, neither in Xaidullah when he had first landed nor in Yuddha when he had invaded. Something felt off.

As he started to space out, he heard a gruff, weary voice break through over his comms, snapping him back into action.

"About damn time you showed up," Aurelius growled, his voice tinged with stimulants and aggression. "Every goddamn slaver in Yurungkash is showing up to this fight."

"Give me a SITREP," Mars replied sternly, looking at a holographic map of the battlespace that one of his lieutenants pulled up. To Aurelius' credit, the lines had held up, barely. With the arrival of dawn, new waves of swarms were pounding Simrangadh and Larganj, encountering heavy resistance from the makeshift fortified positions that the Royal Asakan Rifles had set up.

"Larganj and Simrangadh are holding, for now. We've set up a dense perimeter of THUNDER DRAGON and Land Warrior systems to keep the skies clear over Yuddhajung, so the swarms are being grounded to break into the region. Doesn't look like they brought workers with them to tunnel into the mountains."

"It's a punitive expedition, then," Mars said, "They're not here to stay for long. Keep holding your position - my troops have new tech out of Futures Command. It's a resonance device - I don't have enough time to explain the science, but it'll play frequencies that disrupt the Yan senses and drive them nuts. The goal is to break the swarm cohesion and have the THUNDER DRAGON and JALALUDDIN units tear through their lines."

"Get them over to Tan Sri, ASAP, then," Aurelius replied, "They held through the night - barely; heavy Yan fighting overnight pushed them back, and the swarms are surrounding the Abode. All my units out of Yuddhajung are currently engaged holding the line at Simrangadh and Larganj, and the Yan are too close for us to light up the valleys anymore."

"Understood," Mars said, tapping the screen and sending orders. Far off in the distance, several THUNDER DRAGON swarms peeled off, heading in Tan Sri's direction. "How's civilian support going?"

"Contingency measures are firmly in place. All Freedmen are safely isolated in the interior of the valley; Tanjung Tigers rotated in during the night to take over, so we could divert more personnel to the frontlines. As for the troops, we're going to need heavy medevacs out of Simrangadh and Larganj once the skies clear up. The Yan have been isolating and targeting our medical units, so supplies are starting to thin at the front. Sunset is stepping in to stem the gap, but they're still spread pretty thinly in the province for now."

"Got it - keep me posted on any developments in the meantime. ETA on reinforcements at the front is 10 minutes. Give the slavers my regards."

"Will do."

As the Dragonfly started to land, Mars pushed two nicotine pouches into his mouth. Fastening them into place with his tongue, the door bays opened, revealing the quiet calm of Yuddhajung. Despite the overnight frenzy, the stabilization of the frontlines had brought well-needed relief to the analysts and officers stationed inside the fortified perimeter. More THUNDER DRAGON units screamed overhead, as a contingent of I-Squared operatives approached Mars upon his departure.

"My name is Labiena Sakhrani," one of the operatives said, introducing herself, "I'm I-Squared's liaison for weapons-testing in the Wildlands. I've been dispatched back from Yurungkash to oversee the implementation of our latest designs as part of our collaboration with Auxiliary Futures Command."

"Thanks for the heads up," Mars said, sarcastically, swallowing some of the nicotine-laced saliva in his mouth.

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Admiral Nyabekhi's Office, RDF-Bulwark, Amid Task Force Apple Kart, In Orbit over Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 4, 1400 Hours

"...the straight-forward approach would be to bring in as many Marines divisions as we need to finish this thing, but," Admiral Nyabekhi demurred, opening up an opportunity for his 'guest' to reply.

The Secretary-General sat opposite, one knee crossed over the other as she sat in the corner of the small couch, right arm extended across the back. Where the Admiral was in uniform, she was dressed in grey and beige; a silver silk blouse with a sandy brown skirt and jacket. She also wore a concerned expression with a sympathetic turn at the corner of her lips.

"...you're thinking about Triangulum," she agreed. "There's a lot of lives at stake."

This was something that was weighing heavily on her and her then-and-there impulse was to go along with the Admiral's suggestion. The situation in Fairway reminded her of the outcome of the conflict in M33. At the end, the Krȃng had sacrificed the lives of trillions of their slaves to secure their own escape. The situation here was different, yes, but still the lives of millions were at stake and at least here it seemed that the outcome was more certain.

"Actually, no," he replied. After the events of the morning he'd decided that they - speaking in the collective - were overthinking things. The government of Fairway seemed eager to bring this thing to a close and with the resources of the Republic at their backs, he wasn't particularly worried that they wouldn't be able to deal with the consequences. There would be societal upheaval - but really, when they had just made contact with the outside galaxy?

Change was now inevitable.

"I'd like to go further. There aren't just lives at stake - people are dying on the ground right now. And that's what we're supposed to do in DeltaComm, isn't it? Put out small fires before they become big fires. Well, this is going to become a big fire," he decided bluntly, standing up to lean over his desk, resting on his hands with shoulders bowed. "Normally I'd say 'if they agree with it' but that doesn't seem to apply here. The Yan are slavers and we are supporting a legitimate government against them," he emphasized carefully. "Not 'the'. Apparently they - the Yan - have worked with other governments in the past. It might have been coercive, but that suggests that they are at least a government..."

"A bunch of governments," she corrected, though in agreement. "And you're right. We don't need local permission to operate against the Yan - but we don't need to look like a bunch of transcendent asshats either. Put the offer out there - so what's the offer?"

"Today? Gloves off. Crush the Yan. They've launched a counter-offensive that's chewing up a lot of good people. I'd like to bring in the rest of DeltaComm and annihilate it then stabilize the situation while we prepare for our own offensive. Bring in enough Marines to hit every Hive and enough transport to make sure these guys are there for the fight. Best solution there would be a 'CORE;" enormous super-stations, each could support tens of thousands of ships, a population into the billions, or a mixture of both; "for each world. That would take care of the logistics and transport capacity."

"I'd feel pretty safe in dispatching the rest of DeltaComm without asking," she mused. "But parking stations over their planets? Yeah - permission first."

"Agreed. Another thing though - they know how to fight the Yan. And we've got a bit of a problem. It seems like our gravetics piss the Yan off, which might be why they launched this counter-offensive in the first place. Now if we go with my plan - a Marine assault on their Inner Hive while Fairway's guys hit the outside - where they have the slaves - that won't matter. The Marines will be on foot in the tunnels. But that means that we can't use our tanks on the outside. They'll rile up the Yan and ideally we want to keep them inside where they can't do as much damage, either to the slaves or to the locals. What I'd like to do," Nyabekhi paused and took a deep breath, "Is send some of their guys over to Special Projects."

"...okay. Why?"

"Resources and expertise. Ours and theirs. They use a lot of drones but they have a production bottleneck. They also know what works and what doesn't. The way I see it is if we get some of their best and brightest over to Special Projects, they can put their heads together and get some new drones designed. Then while we're working out the plans for the offensive, they can spin up drone production."

"Katryna will love it," Erika replied without a trace of irony. "So to summarize, I'll talk to Fleet Admiral Gale and get the rest of DeltaComm moving in this direction - this evening, probably. You talk to their people and get permission to bring in a few stations and then see if they can round up some of their R&D people who want to take a trip to Terra Incognito. The stations might be a bit but probably by the end of the week..."

The Command Deck, RDF-Bulwark, Amid Task Force Apple Kart, In Orbit over Shillong, Fairway System, Delta Quadrant...Day 4, 1405 Hours

"...the short version, gentlemen, is that I've talked to the Secretary-General and appraised her of current events." Once again the Admiral stood at the edge of the situation table, his holographic counterparts standing opposite while the two liason officers stood across from each other between them. For added emphasis the table was laid out with the current situation on the ground; the distribution of forces picked out in points of orange, blue, and red against the terrain while points of contact pulsed urgently.

"And we're in agreement. More needs to be done and soon. The rest of Delta Command should be joining us later today - that will put us at five times our current throw. I would also like to bring in five of our mobile logistics platforms but I've been told to ask permission first," and he flashed up a hologram of one of the Fleet's CORE-Class Stations. "These are very big - one hundred twenty five kilometers - and hard to miss, even in the middle of the day. So we want to make sure they're welcome and that they have plenty of announcement before they arrive;" no need to induce a panic.

"Further, I'd like to give you what you need to win. Our Special Projects division has the kind of 'move fast and break things' mentality that will help your get your new toys on the field, faster. So I'm asking you to pull together your best R&D people and we'll send them over to Terra Incognito for a brainstorming session. They'll get your stuff into production and that will give us time to put together a plan for taking out the Yan - permanently..."
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