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Dissimilar Systems Comparison Matrix

Postby Marquesan » Sun Nov 22, 2020 10:18 am


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Foreign Systems Evaluation Matrix:



ARMORED VEHICLES:

Battle Tanks:
Lyran Arms LY10 'Bloodhound' Light Tank
TALON NAC HTV-014 MBT's w/ Lv. III Armor
Allanean T-100 Warg Main Battle Tank
Palmyrion CV.101 Main Battle Tank
Machina Haruspex S-98 MBT's
Machina Haruspex S-94a Mk. II MBT's
Lyran Arms LY7A1 'Rottweiler' Medium Tank
SDI PzKfz 151 Tiger
Lyran Arms LY4A2 'Wolfhound' Main Battle Tank
Lyran Arms LY9/M22 'Dire Wolf' Heavy Tank
Lyran Arms LY6A1 'Werewolf' Assault Tank
Kraven Reich Koenigsjager
Allanean T-3500 SuperHeavy Battle Tank

Artillery:
SDI AtKpz 153 Chimera
SDI FlKpz 502 Orca
SDI RS-90 Firestorm
Lyran Arms LY7/366 'Lammasu' Self-propelled Howitzer
Lyran Arms LY7/4072 'Cockatrice' Multiple Rocket System
Lyran Arms LY7/222 'King Shepherd' SPAAG
Allanean Hadur-class heavy howitzer
Allanean AA-SPG-155 Grond Self-Propelled Howitzer

Infantry Fighting Vehicles:
Palmyrion CV.102-8 Multi-Role Armoured Vehicle
SDI Atpz 303 Marauder
TALON NAC MTV-09 IFV's w/ Lv. III Armor
SDI AKpz 504 Riptide
Machina Haruspex S-17 APALV
SDI IfKpz 501 Goliath
Lyran LY224 'Sorcha' Heavy Infantry Fighting Vehicle


COMBAT AIRCRAFT:

Fighters:
SDI F/A-36 Seraph
SDI F/A-36C Sea Seraph
Machina Haruspex HAD S30
Machina Haruspex HAD S34 LSF
Aerodyne F/A-38A-Block 20 "Sentinel"
Aerodyne F-40A Whirlwind
Lyran Arms LY908 'Warhawk' Strike Fighter/Interceptor
Lyran Arms LY909 'Sparrowhawk' Light Multirole Fighter
Lyran Arms LY910 'Shadowhawk' Advanced Air Superiority Fighter

Bombers:
SDI A-20 Ghost
SDI B-3 Wraith
SDI RB-80C Vampire
Aerodyne B-90A Condor

Helicopters:
SDI RAH-80 Reaper
SDI MH-90 Phantom
Aerodyne AH-79C Anaconda
Lyran Arms LALY-215 'Reaver' Attack Helicopter

Transports & Reconnaissance:
SDI MC-53 Medusa
TALON NAC TA-07 Complete Kit
SDI SR-96A Valkyrie


WARSHIPS & SUBMARINES:

Major Combatants:
Lyran Arms Longsword-class Superheavy Guided Missile Warship
Allanean Hood-class Superdreadnought
Allanean Quiver-class Heavy Arsenal Ship
Lyran Arms Pijl-class Arsenal Ship

Minor Combatants:
Machina Haruspex HAI 202 "Silverfish" FPAC
ANEP CPC-1115
ANEP CPCE-1106
Allanean Needle-class Very Slender Vessel

Submarines:
ANEP SSN-1110
ANEP SSNE-1112
Allanean Estoc-class SSGN/SSBN


MISSILE SYSTEMS:

Lyran Arms LY589B Hellion-II AERCM
Lyran Arms HK7 'Viking' Hypersonic Cruise Missile
Allanean Skypiercer Tactical Orbital Launch Platform
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Vehicle Comparison Schedule:

Postby Marquesan » Sun Nov 22, 2020 12:16 pm

Light Tank Shootout: TDA.25 "Ajax-A" vs. Lyran LY10 "Bloodhound" / Ionician HTV-014 / Allanean T-100 "Warg"

Main Battle Tank Shootout: TKH.59R3 "Chimera" vs. HIA S-98 "Land Wolf" / HIA S-94a "Jelduno" / Lyran LY7A1 "Rottweiler" / SDI PzKfw 151 "Tiger" / Lyran LY4A2 "Wolfhound" / Palmyrion CV.101

Heavy Tank Shootout: BLH.73 "Electra" vs. Lyran LY9/M22 "Dire Wolf" / Lyran LY6A1 "Werewolf" Assault Tank / Kraven Reich "Koenigsjager" / Allanean T-3500

Howitzer Shootout: AGA.47 "Amarok-A" vs. Lyran LY7/366 "Lammasu" / SDI AtKpz 153 "Chimera" / Allanean "Hadur" / Allanean AA-SPG-155 "Grond"

SPAAG Shootout: AWC.40 "Orcus-B" vs. Lyran LY7/222 "King Shepherd" / SDI FlKpz 502 "Orca"

Rocket Artillery Shootout: AGA.47 "Amarok-B" vs. Lyran LY7/4072 "Cockatrice" / SDI RS-90 "Firestorm"

Wheeled APC Shootout: WIC.31/8 "Gharial" vs. SDI Atpz 303 "Marauder" / Palmyrion CV.102-8

Tracked IFV Shootout: AWC.40 "Orcus-A" vs. Ionician MTV-09 / SDI AKpz 504 "Riptide" / HIA S-17 / SDI IfKpz 501 "Goliath" / Lyran LY224 "Sorcha"
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Aircraft Comparison Schedule:

Postby Marquesan » Sun Nov 22, 2020 12:39 pm

Ultralight Fighter Shootout: APF.12/1R2 "Revenant" vs. HIA S30 "Sylrada" / HIA S34 "Jahus" / Lyran LY909 "Sparrowhawk"

Lightweight Fighter Shootout: LMF.20/2R2 "Spitfire" vs. Aerodyne F/A-38B Block 20 "Sentinel" / Aerodyne F-40A Block 20 "Whirlwind"

Air Superiority Fighter Shootout: ADF.35/1R5 "Divine Wind" vs. SDI F/A-36 "Seraph" / SDI F/A-36C "Sea Seraph" / Lyran LY910 "Shadowhawk"

Interceptor Shootout: VSI.36/2R2 "Headhunter" vs. Lyran LY908 "Warhawk"

Tactical Bomber Shootout: SSP.47/3R3 "Blackheart" vs. SDI A-20 "Ghost"

Strategic Bomber Shootout: ISB.183/3 "Erinys" vs. SDI B-3 "Wraith" / SDI RB-80C "Vampire" / Aerodyne B-90A "Condor"

Attack Helicopter Shootout: CIR.60R2 "Corax" vs. Aerodyne AH-79C "Anaconda" / SDI RAH-80 "Reaper"

Assault Helicopter Shootout: HKA.118R2 "Hellcat" vs. SDI MH-90 "Phantom" / Lyran LALY-215 "Reaver"

Strategic Transport Shootout: RST.260 "Derecho" vs. SDI MC-53 "Medusa"

VTOL Transport Shootout: GSU.270R2 "Strider" vs. Ionician TA-07

Reconnaissance Shootout: HAS.R48 "Meduza" vs. SDI SR-96A "Valkyrie"
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Warship Comparison Schedule:

Postby Marquesan » Sun Nov 22, 2020 3:06 pm

Supercapital Shootout: HSC.239 Class - "Naga" vs. Lyran "Pijl" Class / Allanean "Quiver" Class Lyran "Longsword" Class / Allanean "Hood" Class

Corvette Shootout: BAC.59 - "Akurra" vs. Anagonian CPC-1115

Gunboat Shootout: SPG.35 - "Garuda" vs. Allanean "Needle" VSV / Anagonian CPCE-1106 / HIA 202 "Silverfish"

Fast Attack Submarine Shootout: FAN.78 Class - "Strix" vs. Anagonian SSNE-1112

Missile Submarine Shootout: SAN.161 Class - "Ravana" vs. Anagonian SSN-1110 / Allanean "Estoc" Class
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Postby Marquesan » Mon Nov 23, 2020 3:45 pm

Allanean T-100 "Warg" Main Battle Tank
8.7x3.8m, 49,000 Kilograms
Speed & Range: 90km/h / 500km
Amphibian? No
HP/Ton: 40.81
Protection: DU Composite Armor, Explosive-Reactive Armor, Soft Kill/Projectile Hard Kill Suite
Mobility: Diesel Powerplant & Geared Transmission w/ Steel Tracks
Weapons: 152mm Main Gun, 52 Calibers / Low Velocity, Manned Turret, Single Shot, 40 Km Max Effective Range
Secondary Weapons: 12.7mm Coaxial Gun, 30mm Remote Weapon Station, Gun-Launched Anti-Tank Missiles
Electronics: Visible + IR Sensors, EMP-Hardened Digital Fire Control & Short-Range Fire-Control Radar, 8,000 Meters Point Target Range

Ionician HTV-014 Main Battle Tank
7.2x3.8m, 48,100 Kilograms
Speed & Range: 70/43km/h / 600km
Amphibian? Yes, 4m Fording
HP/Ton: 33.26
Protection: Nano-Crystalline Steel Armor; Explosive-Reactive Armor, Thermal Signature Management
Mobility: Turboshaft Power & CVT Drive, Hydropneumatic Suspension, Interchangeable Tracks
Primary Weapon: 120mm Main Gun, Electric Stabilization, 8-Rd Burst or Single, 8,000 Meters* Max Effective Range
Secondary Weapons: 20mm Coaxial Gun, 12.7mm Commander's Gun + 4 ATGM's
Electronics: EMP-Resistant Digital Tank Management System, Multi-Spectral TV Fire Control, Adjustable LED Lighting

Lyran LY10 "Bloodhound" Light Tank
6.1x2.8m, 26,000 Kilograms
Speed & Range: 85/65km/h / 480km
Amphibian? Yes, 54 km/h Water Speed (29.16 knots)
HP/Ton: 30.77
Protection: Ti Inner Hull w/ Resinous Non-Explosive & Explosive-Reactive Armor, Projectile Soft Kill/Hard Kill Suite
Mobility: 8.0L Hyperbar/Electric Power & Drive w/ Optional Sand Filters, Titanium/Resin Tracks, Electric Waterjets, Under-Mount Suspension
Primary Weapon: 140mm Smoothbore Main Gun, 30 Calibers / Low Velocity, Lightweight Electric/Unmanned Turret, 5-Rd Burst or Single, 16 Km Max Effective Range
Secondary Weapon: 14.7mm MG, 2.2 Km Max Effective Range, Manned Weapon w/ Belt Feed, 700-Rds
Electronics: J-Band Fire-Control Radar, 42 Km Max Effectve, EMP-Hardened Semi-Autonomous Tank Management Suite

Marquesan TDA.25 "Ajax" Tank Destroyer, Amphibious
6.31x3.1m, 24,800 Kilograms
Speed & Range: 89/58km/h / 660km
Amphibian? Yes, 13 km/h Water Speed
HP/Ton: 34.6
Protection: SiC/TiB2/TiW Spaced Armor w/ Cu/Al Inner Hull, Active Laser Defenses, Thermal Signature Management
Mobility: 7.3L Diesel/Electric Power, Electrohydraulic Suspension, Electric Final Drive, Steel Cable-Tracks w/ Self-Cleaning Sprockets
Primary Weapon: 103mm Rifled Main Gun, 50 Calibers / High Velocity, Electrohydraulic Stabilization/Unmanned Turret, 4-Rd Burst or Single, 7,900 Meters Point Target Range
Secondary Weapon: 14.9mm Two-Barrel MG, 5.6 Km Max Effective Range, 660 RPM, Remote Turret, Electric Feed & Stabilization, 1,000-Rds
Electronics: 4-Color HD Thermal + LIDAR, EMP-Hardened Full-Tank Management Suite & Fire Control, Inertial Guidance, Encrypted Satellite-Independent Network


Evaluation Categories:
1) Technology & Design (e.g. Does its design architecture complement or perhaps even hinder its stated doctrinal role?)
2) Power Efficiency (energy efficiency in terms of range, speed & mobility)
3) Maneuverability Trials (Fording & amphibian ops, road handling, cross-country & adverse conditions)
4) Weapons Testing I Firing Range / Fixed Target (pop up targets & firing on the move, metered ranges w/ fixed targets)
5) Weapons Testing II Live Fire Exercise (Force on force, robotic command & control)
6) Doctrinal Analysis (e.g. Does its design lend itself to flexibility in a variety of scenarios, or not?)
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Postby Marquesan » Wed Nov 25, 2020 8:58 am

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Shishini Botan Maneuver School. My name is Sergent-Chef Henri Aukai, while you are on the grounds of the Botan, your welfare is my responsibility."

SC Aukai took a moment to look over the crowd of correspondents. The reception hall they were standing in was awash in a sea of black polished stone. The building itself was a massive latticework of steel girders and thick glass, overlooking a massive grass parade field. At this time of year, normally temperate and rainy Taga turns snowy, so the parade field was dusted in freshly falling snow from a heavy grey sky. Aukai's green combat uniform and polished black boots were covered by a fuzzy charcoal grey field coat and he wore green nomex gloves, his arms at his sides. A closely-trimmed salt-and-pepper beard, shiny black sunglasses and a neat Kepi Noir cocked low over his face, Henri Aukai was a veteran on his third enlistment, and his chiseled physique showed it. "If you are all ready to follow me out to the Parade Ground, we are about to begin."

Aukai waited for a moment for any inquiries before spinning on his heel and stepping off across the floor, his boots making a click against the stone surface. Once he heard footsteps behind him, he began to speak again, projecting his voice in the quiet reception hall. The group would be walking the length of the reception hall which had somewhat the shape of an upturned ship's hull, but made of thick, slightly green laminate glass. At the end of the building, a Dragoons flag ten meters wide and ten meters tall hung over a wide set of glass doors, opening up onto a section of the parade field which was teeming with tents, cameras, lights and propane space heaters melting the snow on the hibernating grass; stands and food trucks, in addition to static examples of the four tanks in competition. "You will see four tanks in competition on Day One." Aukai said, as the group stepped out onto the snowy ground and began to descend the hill toward the competition grounds. "The Allanean Tank you see to your far left there..." He said, pointing toward the largest of four tracked vehicles parked in a semicircle, which was teeming with people, children crawling on the tanks and representatives from each of the four manufacturers giving tours of the vehicles. "Is the Allanean T-100 Warg. It is the heaviest tank in today's competition." The group got a good look at the Warg tank as they reached the semicircle of tanks and the first row of tents. The Warg, painted a dark olive green would be easy to spot with its massive 152mm gun. A young boy sat straddling the gun's massive barrel midway down its length, his mother standing nervously below him although the child didn't seem to notice, or mind that he was eating his half moon pineapple pie several meters above the ground.

SC Aukai paused when the group was standing in front of all four, and turned around to face the group, with the tanks behind him. He picked up his voice so the group could still hear over the din of the crowd. "Next to the Allanean tank, you see the Ionician entry, the HTV-014. This is a well-balanced battle tank, too light for the heavier competitions, but here, we expect it to do very well." The Ionician tank was a stark contrast to the Allanean tank, painted in arctic camouflage and not forest green; its stealthy, angular shape, with a diamond-shaped barrel shroud and missile pods on both sides of its turret looked aggressive and modern, more compact than the Allanean tank, with a shorter barrel more suited to slugging it out in urban combat. "The Lyran Bloodhound you see here in Khaskan Snow Camouflage is just a little heavier than our own Ajax tanks." Said Aukai, his breath turning into steam as he spoke. He glanced over for a moment with a wry grin on his face as a pretty brunette in a white fur coat walked over to him, handed him a steaming cup of apple cider and planted a kiss on his cheek before skipping away. He took a sip before he spoke again. "We have wanted a Lyran tank to test for a very long time here at the Botan, we are eager to see how it does against the Ajax Tank Destroyer you see here, this one belongs to my own Headquarters regiment." The Ajax tank was painted a dusky grey/blue, its LED headlights left turned on for the static display. "Ajax has a smaller gun diameter than the other three tanks, but its velocity is much higher. Ajax is very fast, and light on its tracks. We think it is a good match for the other three. Before you take your seats, does anyone have any questions for me?" Sergent-Chef Aukai took another sip of his cider, scanning the group of foreign correspondents he had been tasked with.
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Postby The Peninsular » Wed Nov 25, 2020 4:53 pm

Oberleutnant Max Lamber looked around the group impatiently. Technically, he wasn't even supposed to have been the one at the event, but the Outpost had been having to deal with personnel cuts, seeing several higher ranking officers called back to the Federation - partially to serve in the ongoing campaigns against the Welded, and partially to oversee projects of some sort. Formally, he had been sent instead due to his 'cultural and linguistic skillset', but personally he found it much more likely that it was so Plisker and his men could have a few weeks of not having to deal with his lecturing.

Naturally, Max Lamber wasn't actually attending as Max Lamber - his uniform, a BDU with grey boots, a white and grey digital camo pattern and a grey beret, identified him as one 'Major Franz Jellico' of the 'Zneyvinder Federal Army'. He'd been given a makeover to appear roughly a Terran decade older and a self-taught crash course in Marquesan culture, or rather, what little was known about it. The Marquesans were still quite a black box, something which the Outpost was very uncomfortable with. His job, as such, was to gauge their political disposition and technological advancement in addition to attending the military competition.

So far, he'd kept to himself for the most part, listening to the 'Sergent-Chef' (seemingly an officer equivalent to a Captain or Major, or something in that area) intently. Oddly enough, though being an Army member of almost 10 years, the last time he'd been on an actual 'parade ground' had been almost six years back. Large-scale drills and parades in general were ironically becoming much rarer back home, replaced by more and more specialized training and war games in particular. Besides, Army infantry was anything but presentable anyway.

The sight of the parade ground itself filled Max with nostalgia. Only too well did he recall National Day celebration during his childhood and teenage years - climbing around in dropships, being allowed to sit in an IFV's commander spot and shooting a (statically mounted) rifle had been among the highlights of those events. The cool temperatures didn't faze him, as he was a native Firisian and had not brought a coat either way. Though as Aukai started talking again, Max quickly suppressed these memories to pay attention.

He observed the tanks as they were being introduced, and had to admit that he was fairly impressed. Many of their capabilties seemed exceedingly similar to pre-2100s tanks of the Peninsular principalities, in some respects maybe even surpassing them. One of the tanks, the Marquesan Ajax, even possessed a LIDAR system. 'Maybe the damn Aumanii should buy some of those next procurement cycle.', he thought to himself with some amusement, referencing the Federal Army's general disdain for anything the Sphere produced. With some of his thoughts still lingering on the tanks, he kept quiet when Aukai asked if anyone had any questions.
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Postby Havensky » Fri Nov 27, 2020 7:29 pm

Skyan Lieutenant Garcelle Talon was also on the parade ground next to her crew from Dauntless Company. The three of them stood at parade rest dressed in the trademark unfinished gray power armor of the Skyan King's Iron Guard. Their sky blue cloaks flapped in the wind as they listened to the Sergent-Chef.

The Skyan's helmets were off and slung to the side of their belts making it easier to identify the faces of the infantry. Talon's dark hair and green eyes gazed upon the various mechanical hardware with some bemusement.

"Where do you think they got a Jager from?" asked her gunner Corporal Tom Acer with a mischievous twinkle in his purple eyes. "Think they stole it? I hope they stole it."

""No idea, but remember you're not allowed to punch a Capper if you see one. We're just here to observe." replied Talon using the derogatory nickname for Kraven's capitol police.

"Can I shoot him instead? I have training you know."

"No."

Talon shook her head. Her gunner had done a superb job during the Battle of the Citadel and she was sure she was going to lose him after he wrapped up his non-commissioned officer training. They'd yank him out and give him his own squadron for sure. Alas, it was the way of Legion.
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Postby Marquesan » Sat Nov 28, 2020 7:43 am

Aukai's watch chimed, and a few seconds later, an announcement came over loudspeakers mounted on poles dispersed throughout the parade ground . "Votre attention s'il vous plaît, votre attention s'il vous plaît. La démonstration est sur le point de commencer, veuillez vous asseoir." and then a second later in common English, "Attention please, attention please. The demonstration is about to begin, please take your seats." Aukai stepped over toward the trio of Skyans as the parade ground began to clear of civilians and a few Habu 4x4 tactical vehicles swept from east to west across the field, with soldiers making sure that no small children or pets remained straggling on the field the tanks would be maneuvering on.

Aukai addressed the group one last time as everyone made their way to the observation tower this group had been given. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Sangar to your left is our place for the remainder of the day. This is a live fire demonstration, the tanks will be firing live rounds at each other using automated piloting software, thanks to our Aldarminian friends." The observation tower was a very military looking construction of welded steel trellis frames and rock-filled HESCO bastions, open air at the top with flights of steel stairs up to the top on the inside of the tower. Once up on the Sangar floor, soldiers, or in this case civilians observing what is going on in the field below have a commanding view ten meters in the air. Aukai and the three Skyans were the last ones to climb the stairs. As they climbed, Aukai cleared his throat and spoke, in a low tone. "Lieutenant Talon; about the Jager... it's two, actually, one ended up a little better than a pile of parts." He placed his gloved, right index finger over his mouth as if to say Keep that under your hat, please while making eye contact with Garcelle.

As one looked across the parade field, a row of Sangar towers stretched across the open descents of a long hill running northward across the terrain, with the Reception Hall at the top, along with the rest of the Shishini Botan School's buildings. As one looked westward down the hill, roughly a kilometer away, the thick grasses gave way to a dense oak forest, which had dirt roads cut through it. At the end of each short dirt road, inside the forest were staging grounds for the competition, with a hangar and all the tools necessary to prepare the tanks for competition. One by one, the roar of tank engines starting could be heard from the quiet that had fallen over the parade ground, tiny specs of snow still falling lightly despite the morning sun burning away some of the cloudcover that had been hanging over Taga all morning.

"The first competition is a drag race, friends. At the sound of the buzzer, the tanks will set off down a two hundred meter road. They will be ranked according to which tank crosses the finish line first." Aukai looked over the group for a moment before turning around himself to watch, standing next to Lieutenant Talon. Looking over to Major Jellico with a nod. "How are you finding the competition, Sir? We were very pleased to learn the Federal Army had sent a representative."

At that moment, a buzzer sounded over the loudspeakers, and all eyes turned to four dirt roads, each of which had a soldier standing with a rope in hand, leading to a weight suspended from the top of a flagpole. Each flagpole had a checkered flag sitting at its base, waiting to be raised. The roar of three diesel engines and the whine of a jet turbine could be heard just a moment later, as four light tanks hurtled toward the parade ground.
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Postby The Peninsular » Sun Nov 29, 2020 10:09 am

Climbing the tower some distance in front of Aukai and the Skyans, Lamber internally reminded himself of how much he hated heights - a trait not even the Federal infantry had been able to make him lose. At least, he thought to himself, there were none of his former squadmates there, who'd constantly remind him of it, and suppressed that line of thought. Just in time for his genetically enhanced hearing to pick something up from behind him. Aukai had mentioned something to the Skyans about the Kraven tank - a 'Königsjäger' - having been one of a pair. He assumed it had something to do with one of the Legionnaires' earlier comment, and decided to pay it no further mind. Who knew how they had acquired Kraven tanks, but very likely not through peaceful means.

Reaching the top of the tower, Lamber made sure to keep himself in the front row of observers. He was relatively short after all, barely standing at 1.7 meters tall. Hearing the noises of the Skyan infantry power armor behind him - sounding both foreign and yet familiar - he quickly moved to the side to make room for them. After scanning the vast parade ground for moment, his thoughts started to wander again as Aukai announced the first competition. 'A drag race, eh?', the Oberleutnant though to himself. He wasn't much into motor sport, but had heard of this new kind of race making its way into the Federation some time ago.

His line of thought was, again, interrupted by Aukai. "Very interesting, Sergent-Chef.", Lamber responded briefly to the SC's question. "The Federal Army does not possess a lot of tanks - too heavy for where we operate usually." This statement was both true and a lie - the Zneyvinder Federal Army didn't operate tanks because it did not exist, merely another front for the Outpost to explain away its military forces and keep up the image that an actual nation existed in the arctic. He straightened himself, with his hands behind his back and intently watched the field. It mildly amused him that he, a mere Oberleutnant, had been adressed as 'sir' just now by someone who likely ranked several steps above him. Nevertheless, his face remained serious, as if frozen by the cold temperatures.
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Postby Kylarnatia » Sun Nov 29, 2020 10:04 pm

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As the group was being led by SC Aukai first from the reception hall to the outdoors, and then up to the Sangar floor of the observation tower, an imposingly tall man dressed in a khaki dress uniform with crimson trimming and a matching overcoat with a gold-embroidered service cap, kept himself to the back of the group and patiently observed his surroundings with ease through his aviator shades as he stood over most of the others attending by a good foot or two, betraying his Kylarnatian origin for anyone who wasn't an avid military enthusiast and identified him first by his uniform. What wasn't immediately obvious to anyone who didn't already recognise him was his rank or station; he was clearly some form of officer by the uniform, but the overcoat concealed the awards and decorations across his chest. He was, in fact, one of the most highly decorated soldiers in the Caesar's Imperial Army, and one of the most senior officials in the Caesar's Imperial Armed Forces. He was none other than Dux Imperator Tertius Atilius, the First Lord of Caesar's Joint Chiefs of Staff.

While standing out in the frosted cold of the practice field, the roughly-hewn face of the Caesar's most senior warrior scanned the natural environment around them and the sensorial experience of that morning cast his memory back to the cold Mian mornings during his years of frontline service during the Mian Civil War almost forty years ago. He breathed calmly through his nose as all those memories flooded back, and as he noticed the young boy sat on the barrel of the Allanean T-100, he thought of his own young boy - a man now, with a family and service record of his own - who had been his reason to go and fight to begin with. The two's eyes met briefly, as the young boy became fascinated in seeing such a giant man, and Tertius smiled and gave him a little salute, which the boy returned over-enthusiastically. Through all his years of service - on the front lines in Mian, to his first command during the Evenguard intervention, and the bitter challenge of the Duskflower Rebellion in the Compact - Atilius had approached his job with utter dedication, but with a charm of character that had not been withered by the brutalities of war which he had witnessed in his time. Part of him mourned the fact that the young of today might not have the same privilege, with the growing ferocity of conflicts in today's world, least of all with the growing storm clouds over the Reich and its tendrils dug in deep across Gholgoth.

His mind snapping back to reality as the loudspeakers announced the upcoming live practice and his group starting to move, Tertius gave one last glance at the young boy as he jumped off the barrel of the T-100 into the arms of his nervous mother before making his way up the stairs. Where his mind had taken him was part of the reason why he was here, albeit in such a quiet manner: as part of the practices going on today, there had been a somewhat last minute addition to the line-up with the addition of a heavy chassis featuring a newly and up-to-this point secretly developed Kylarnatian weapon. The Imperium had a lot of notable ties and investment in the nobility of Marquesan, who were also consequently some of the biggest business leaders in the country, including its lauded arms manufacturers. These naturally led to consultation and eventual design partnerships as part of the Imperium's massive overhaul of the structure and technology of the Caesar's Imperial Armed Forces, which had been progressing steadily over the past fifteen years. A lot of these weapons were being designed to give Caesar's Legionnaires a significant edge on the Reich and other deadly foes, which required equally deadly force. The particular weapon being demonstrated here today was likely to be one of the first in operational history, and though most here didn't know it yet, this would be one of its first live-fire tests against an active target.

So important was this particular demonstration that Caesar had personally sent Tertius to observe, to report back on not only its effectiveness but also on the reaction of those gathered. It was a clear expression of Caesar's expectation of success, but also a more pointed gesture to those in the know that she was watching, even if not physically present. This was declared by the glistening medallion on Tertius' collar; Caesar's Mark, a platinum medallion embossed with the seal of the Silvanus, a falcon with wings outstretched and carrying the Sun. Anyone with diplomatic parlance knew this meant Tertius was to be treated as an extension of Caesar's own person, almost as an adopted son, in order so that he could express on the Caesar's behalf in more frank terms than even most senior diplomats could. Silvier had notably used her Mark during her reign so far more than her all her families predecessors combined, as part of her broader politik of being near omnipresent. Anyone who recognised this would know that Tertius could be an interface to her through him, and they knew that anyone who she wanted to talk to would see this and would talk to them. It was both subtle and direct.

Until then, the First Lord would just have to enjoy the show and be patient.
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Postby Marquesan » Mon Nov 30, 2020 8:48 am

First to emerge from the cover of the forest was the green Allanean Warg tank, just a moment later, the dusky blue Marquesan Ajax appeared on the field. A few moments later, the Lyran Bloodhound and Ionician HTV-014 cleared their respective finish lines. All four tanks then lined up and paraded slowly before the row of Sangar towers, spinning their turrets while driving over a zig-zag course with moguls and ditches. Over this rough terrain, the tanks showed some of their maneuverability to the crowd. Because it was first past the finish line, the Allanean tank earned the lead spot for the parade, but driving around tight corners and over sharp bumps, the almost 50 ton chassis settled and thudded along, making sharper turns and a great deal more noise at slow speed than the others in trail with its 2,000 horsepower diesel engine belching grey smoke into the crisp, snowy evening air. Just behind it, the Marquesan tank's electrohydraulic suspension compensated automatically for bumps and ditches; the turret of the Ajax tank could hardly be seen to move while the light chassis made smooth turns along the tight S-curves in the route. The Ajax tank sounded much more like a racing car than the other three, its supercharged Boxer-8 engine whining and burbling along over the obstacles, sounding like it wanted to go much faster, and looking settled. The Lyran Bloodhound, running in low-power mode without its sand filters on the snowy grass and sticky black mud was less outside its ideal than the Allanean tank, its hydropneumatic suspension cushioning the jarring bumps better by virtue of the much lighter Bloodhound chassis and its resin-coated tracks moving more or less silently across the field. At the back of the pack, the HTV-014 painted in contrasting white, black and grey whined through its muffler, its turboshaft engine creating a faint column of steam from the rear of the tank in the cold winter air despite its exhaust gas mixer providing considerable cooling.

Announcements began in French and English simultaneously from different loudspeakers, describing the tanks, their statistics, points of manufacture and other relevant facts. While the presentation was underway and the results of the race recorded, Aukai glanced at his digital watch, which flashed a message to him. He cleared the message, and took a step backward to fall into a line with Tertius Atilius without drawing undue attention, his hands folded behind his back. "Long days and pleasant nights." He said, in a somewhat hushed tone, his eyes on the tanks but speaking to Atilius. "I have just been informed that She sent you personally; it seems Nuku Hiva just saw fit to inform us here in Taga that you had already arrived, or I would have met you at the airfield; I'm very pleased you made it. Is there anything you require?" It was at this moment that a careful observer might have noticed that the Oni Kabuto mask of the elite Chausseurs Speciale was embroidered in black on his green shirt lapels and not the Dragoon's seal for the school they were standing on the grounds of; this meant that Aukai's assignment to the competition was almost purely a diplomatic one and that he was sent specifically to attend to this international crowd; his polish and poise might have made one think he had royal blood, but, here, one could never be sure, especially after the civil war.

As the four tanks had finished the course of curves, ditches and moguls, the line of fading sunlight finally crossed into the trees, casting the parade ground in magnificent dappled golden sunlight, with snowflakes still falling. The tanks separated and dashed across the parade field to opposite corners of the treeline. The tanks turned on their headlights, so that everyone could see the locations of the four armored vehicles. At this point, a 4x4 Habu scout vehicle towed a steel target, shaped like a tank and painted bright white into the center of the field, a pair of bright spotlights keeping the target illuminated. Aukai spoke up so the group could hear him. "Tonight, the tanks will be firing live high explosive rounds, first stationary and then while moving. Tomorrow morning, after the amphibian trial, they will be firing at each other. Ladies and gentlemen, I need you to don the hearing protection provided to you at the door." He said, installing noise-canceling earbuds in his ears. "Questions?" At the moment he asked, the four tanks all fired battlefield lasers at the white steel target, allowing their targeting computers to calculate range.

If there had been any questions, there wouldn't have been time to ask, because the first round fired came from the T-100 Warg. The 152mm gun made a tremendous sound, the flash from the cannon firing lit the field for a moment and just a moment later, the white steel target was wreathed in flame, black smoke and sparks that went trailing off into the fading light. The thick steel rang like a bell and the exploding round, which impacted high and right on the target sent a shock through the stands and the Sangars that was almost too loud for comfort. The massive 152mm round tore a hole in one side of the target, which caused all the gaps in the tank-shaped target to fill with fire; an eerie sight to say the least as the ground all around the target kicked up with shrapnel impacts. Next to fire was the Ajax tank, the eerie green flash of its propellant and the blue/white flash of the high speed fin-stabilized dart round it fired made a terrific tearing sound. The round punched through both sides of the steel target's center practically instantaneously, wreathing the white target on all sides with white-hot flame for an instant, as the whole steel target shook on its towed frame. Third to fire, the stubby recoil-compensated 140mm gun on the Lyran Bloodhound fired, belching fire from the front and the rear of the gun, casting an eerie flash of light onto the forest behind it. The crowd could hear the sound of its ammunition whistling through the air for an instant before it impacted, low on the target and blasting a wide hole in the target and sending sooty brown smoke and shrapnel flying through the interior of the target and scorching the outside of the target which burned for a few moments. The final round of the evening fired came from the HTV-014, hitting center left with its 120mm cannon, which collapsed one side of the target, the steel plates breaking free of their welds and falling shattered to the ground, heavily. A cheer went up in some of the bandstands as a 10x10 fire truck trundled out onto the field to extinguish the burning target, and the tanks withdrew down their respective dirt roads toward their maintenance crews.

Aukai removed his hearing protection as he spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, you may remove your ear protection. Tomorrow morning there shall be much more to see. For tonight, you may retire to your hotel accommodations, but I have been given leave to take those willing to get a drink. Anyone interested?"
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Postby The Peninsular » Tue Dec 01, 2020 5:36 pm

The Oberleutnant couldn't help - again - to find appreciation for the foreign tanks. Of course, they were nothing like the ones he was used to fighting beside. Federal tanks usually ignored most terrain, crushing it under their threads and brute-forcing their way through with sheer engine power and torque, using their grav-assist modules if in danger of getting stuck.. The Gothic tanks, on the other hand, proved to be quite apt at weaseling their way through. Lamber grinned slightly - ironically, all of them were exponentially louder than their equivalents in the Federal ground forces, despite all being much, much lighter. By comparison, even the massive fusion-electric engine of a 110-ton Ivileo tank would seem almost silent.

The live-fire performance was the main event he'd been looking forward to. Especially the thunderous 152mm gun of the Allanean Warg was a sight (and sound) to behold, the shockwave bringing up memories of live-fire drills. For a second, he wished Federal vehicles had such an oomph to their guns - the loudest sound of a CAHT's gun when firing would be the rails discharging and the shell's sonic booms, which all in all sounded comically high-pitched in comparison to weapons such as these. He was still distracted, watching the burning target, when he heard Aukai's proposal to go for a drink.

"Certainly.", he told the Sergent-Chef, quietly thought to himself. 'Might finally get something I can actually taste, then.'
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