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Uncharted Forest
Corporal Clove pulled the control sticks back in reflex with a creature dashed out from the foliage before his mech, barely stopping in time from crushing the tiny thing with its armored feet.
"Clove!" The mech commander yelled out, annoyed by his driving. "What the fark was that for?"
"Sorry, Sarge!" Clove apologized. "Something just ran in front of us and I braked to prevent running it over!"
"What?" Sergeant Sath frowned as he manipulated the cameras mounted forward of the MAW to see what was in front, only to see a spider like creature crouching before them. "What in the world is that?"
"Sarge... isn't that an ASAG unit?" The turret gunner cried out as he peered through the gunsights on the spider golem. "What is that unit doing out here all alone?"
"Fark me if I know!" Sath cried out. He turned to the rear monitors seeing the rest of the convoy had stopped and been waiting behind when the radio crackled.
"Zero One to Zero Two, What's the hold up ahead?" Their Platoon commander asked.
"Zero Two, erm, we have an A S A G in front of us," Sath reported and he undogged the hatch over his head and climbed out. "Please advise, over!"
"Zero One, what? An ASAG?" The disbelief in the tone was clear from the commander over the radio.
"Zero Two, that is an affirmative and that thing seems to be trying to get our attention on something!" Sath reported as he watched the spider golem bouncing up and down urgently while using its forelimbs and gesturing deeper towards the forest.
"Zero One to Two, standby!"
The mech platoon commander's Lieutenant came over on foot while Sath and the gunner had climbed down and stood next to the ASAG which seemed to be going into a fit from all the bouncing and jerking it was doing.
"Which unit is it from?" The Lieutenant asked as he watched the strange antics of the spider golem. "Is it damaged or something?"
"Hmmm, looks like it's from 2nd Battalion from its markings," Sath replied as he crouched next to the ASAG. "They are sort of sentient, maybe this unit had its brains or something damaged?"
"But why is it all the way out here?" The Lieutenant looked around their surroundings while frowning. "Could 2nd Battalion lost an ASAG?"
"It looks battle scarred," Sath rubbed the pockmarks of bullet impacts on the armored hull of the ASAG which was pulling at his uniform and gesturing towards the west. "Strange..."
"You hear that?" The gunner, Lance Corporeal Moote asked as he gestured everyone to stay quiet while readying his cut down M2 Magesplitter carbine. "There!"
"Sounds like ... thunder?" Sath frowned. "No, wait, that's gunfire!"
The ASAG seemed to understand their words as it ran towards the direction of the distant rumblings and gestured at them.
"Is there an Operation here that we do not know of?" The Lieutenant frowned. "Fark this, button up! Let's follow the little one!"
He ran back to his unit while Sath and Moote climbed back onto theirs. "Zero One to all units, hold and dig in for possible combat!"
"Zero Three to hold position, Two, follow that ASAG!!"
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Clove piloted the mech as best as he could around the trees while trying to keep his eye on the ASAG which was smaller, nimbler and faster in the forest compared to his hulking five meters tall mech.
The mech smashed through tree branches in its way as it moved over roots and Sath yelled, "Be careful of the tree branches! I don't want you to damage the gun barrels before we even get to use them!"
"Yes, boss..." Clove whispered under his breath as he fought the controls to keep the mech from toppling over the roots. "Damn trees!"
As he crossed one specifically huge specimen of an ever blue tree, he spotted the ASAG waving urgently with its tiny arms as if telling them something. "Sarge?"
"Yea, I saw that!" Sath replied. "I think we are near! The external pickups are not picking up any more sounds of gunfire. We might be either too late or the party is over!"
"Zero Two to One, approaching contact zone!" Sath reported as he nodded to the gunner, Moote to arm the guns. "Alright, boys, lock and load!"
The MAW has a crew of seven, the pilot, the mech commander, turret gunner, two loaders, and a gun each on the side hull with the single .50 caliber machine gun in ball turrets. The left and right ball gunners removed the safeties from their guns and swung the ball turret powered by electric motors around, making sure the controls were working smoothly.
The ASAG crept up to a tree and peeked over which was quite amusing to the crews of the mech as it helped scouted the way. It suddenly shot its body back and hopped madly in place while gesturing its larger cousins to move in.
"Zero One to Two," The radio spoke. "Proceed with caution! If any friendlies are under fire, you have weapons free!"
"Zero Two, copy that!" Sath replied. "You heard the boss! Go!"
Clove grinned as he finally had his wish come true. He had earlier armed the head mounted pilot controlled twin .50 cals machine guns and was gearing to go into battle with guns blazing.
He pushed the mech forward, and the six legs responded, covering the distance easily and not long a strange scene appeared on his right as he sort of over shot the distance.
A ring of Orcs was standing or mounted on wolves surrounding what appeared to be two Marines with their backs against a tree. They all stared wild eyed directly at the suddenly appearing mech which Clove could see the shocked slack jaws of the Orcs to the firearms in their hands clearly on his monitor.
One of the Orcs in red riding a wolf yelled something while the two Marines suddenly dived down flat and Clove grinned as he turned the facing of his mech towards the group of Orcs.
The turret whined as Moote swung the gun towards the Orcs and Sath ordered, "Fifties only! Gunner! Load HE and standby! The rest fire!"
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"Aye! Load HE!" The loaders repeated and they hoisted a 3" shell with a thick yellow band on the shell's body to indicate its load type. One of them shoved the shell into the opened breech of the 3" gun while the order dropped a powder bag behind and they rammed both into the gun before closing the breech. "LOADED!"
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As the loaders were working, Clove on hearing his Sarge's order to fire, he sighted his forward facing guns at the crowd of gawking Orcs and squeezed the red trigger on his control sticks, sending bright yellow-white tracers flickering out towards the surprised Orcs just the gunners on the side ball turrets fired as well.
The standing bodies of the Orcs suddenly blew apart and seemed to be snatched off by an invisible hand as the tracers through them. Even the wind wolves which had a natural barrier of wind to protect themselves couldn't last even two seconds under the onslaught of heavy firepower.
Drake and Slow kept their heads down as blood rained all over them as the bodies of the Orcs were flung away with gaping holes and missing body parts.
Those lucky enough to survive the opening barrage screamed in fear and ran, following the red coated Orc whom he abandoned his wolf and ran, keeping himself as low to the ground as possible as the dirt ground around the running Orcs were churned up into the air from the .50 cal impacts.
Clove laughed madly in the cockpit and pushed his mech forward to close up the distance between his unit and the retreating Orcs as the visibility among the trees were less than ten meters.
The high powered .50 caliber guns plowed through the Orcs like paper targets, the side turrets swung left and right as they chased the Orcs into the cover of the trees which shook madly from the heavy impacts, sending leaves and twigs raining down over the screaming and dying Orcs.
Some of the braver Orcs tried to return fire, only to be chewed up by unit Zero One as they came in to join the fray from the flanks. As the Orcs dispersed, it became harder to hit any Orcs as they took cover behind the trees and roots.
"Gunner!" Sath called out as he highlighted a spot with his laser designator on his fire control screen, "Fire on my point!"
Moote swung the gun turret to the point where Sath has lasered, "Mark!"
"FIRE!" Sath ordered.
Moote squeezed the butterfly trigger of the 3" gun and the weapon roared, spitting the HE shell out towards the cluster of Orcs cowering behind the trees. Less than a second, the shell buried itself three centimeters into the tree bark before the crashed nose cone of the shell broke the fire runes inside and ignited the bursting charge.
The explosive snapped the hundred year old tree into half and flung splinters everywhere while toppling over. The Orcs hidden nearby were flattened by the blast while blood leaked out from their orifices. Others had splinters piercing into their bodies while their eardrums were ruptured from the exploded HE shell. Those nearest to the blast barely were barely recognized as anything living, leaving behind piles of steaming blood and gore.
The shell shocked Orcs wandered about in a daze only to be cut down by the .50 cal gunfire before the Lieutenant ordered a ceasefire.
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Drake covered in blood, coughed from the thick blood iron smell in the air and retched as he kept his eyes away from the piles of broken limbs and gore around him. He ignored his surroundings, only picking up his weapons before stumbling away from the scene of carnage to puke properly.
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Slow followed behind while shaking his head at how easily these Orcs which had chased them for so long were just snuffed out in a matter of seconds!
He too kept his glance away from the gore, carefully threading his way over the blood while collecting his weapon before he joined Drake who was puking his guts out and patted Asagi fondly on its 'head'.
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"Fark me!" Sath whispered as he looked at the blood spattered all over the forest from the inside of the mech. "This is unbelievable!"
Clove grinned and cheered, "Woooo, we kicked ass!"
"We did more than kick ass!" Sath whispered. "Fark, I pray we are not the unlucky guys assigned to go through all that... shit..."
"Oh..." Clove paused in his delight as the words sank in. "Fark..."
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The clearing team retched and vomited as they went through the dismembered corpses and gore, collecting weapons and any intel from the previous owners. Even with masks on, the thick odor of blood made the men sick as they hurriedly checked and cleared the surroundings.
They found several Orcs still barely alive, their regenerative abilities had already kicked in. Dozens and dozens of Orcish firearms were recovered and the one they identified as the leader of the Orcs in that red coat was not found among the dead or dying.
The Lieutenant stood over the two Marines they just saved as they reported their situation and frowned as he heard about the part where they shot the hooman deserter but he seemed to be still even getting hit twice.
"Well. hitch a ride with one of the trucks," the Lieutenant said. "I will relay the information over directly to HQ and see what is their response. For now, get some rest, you two look like shit!"
Drake n Slow gratefully accepted the offer and climbed up to one of the trucks and fell asleep almost immediately squeezing between the stacked crates of supplies.
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Clove patted the side of his mech and grinned, "Good girl! You fight awesomely!"
"HAHAHAHAA! My mech is fight!"
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Skies over Sin City
Blue Thunder grumbled as he did another lazy circle over the tiny city below. "Must we keep doing this? I'm getting dizzy..."
"Stop your whining!" Airforce Sergeant Stamford snapped. "Keep circling till we get their reply!"
"Look!" One the crew cried out, "They are signaling!"
Stamford and even Blue Thunder craned their necks over to look at the city, seeing flashes of light coming from some spot in the city.
"All... set... ready... for... operation... " their radio operator with the binos glued to his eyes read out the morse code he had memorized by heart. "eleven... tonight... out..."
"Got it!" Dek the radio operator looked up, "Ops to begin tonight at 11 pm!"
"Good!" Stamford replied and smacked the side of Blue Thunder. "Now give them a roar to acknowledge the message!"
Blue Thunder sucked in a large lungful of air and roared out while spewing flames as they flew off towards Orwell's Point, leaving behind a city of bewildered people.
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As night fell, the men of Claymore One split into three teams and headed towards the crude sewage system of the city. The men dressed in dark cloaks with weapons and armor hidden under crawled through the sewage tunnels, carefully casting counterspells to hoodwink the detection runes carved into the basic sewage system.
Climbing out of the grates, the men cleaned themselves off as much filth as possible and used spells to remove the odor from their bodies to prevent the enemy from sniffing them out. After which they split off to their own objectives.
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Tyrier with Tavel led the newest member of the Team, Wolf towards the most heavily guarded objective of their mission tonight, the Treasury. Rows of braziers lit the perimeter walls of the Treasury building with shadows of patrolling Orcs moving up and down the walls.
They cast Agility Up, Stealth, Grace, and Non Detection spells over themselves before sprinting across the wide expanses that separated the civic building from the other structures in the inner city.
Reaching the walls, they hid in the shadows between two light globes of the lit braziers. Tyrier and Tavel gripped hands to form a step and gestured Wolf who is the lightest among them to jump up the four meters tall walls. Wolf took a short running start and landed one foot on the hand step while the other two tossed him up over the walls.
Landing nimbly on the walls, Wolf checked his surroundings before uncoiling the rope he had over his back and dropped it down to the rest below after securing it to the battlements of the wall.
Shortly, Tyrier and Tavel joined him up on the way. "We got 20 minutes before the guard's patrol here! Drop the package on the roof and get back here before the patrol is back!"
Wolf and Tavel nodded and they disappeared down the wall and into the shadows.
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Hitsu and Loke, forming Squad Two, headed towards the main barrack's Armory. They slipped between the paths of patrolling Orcs and the occasional wind wolf, thankful that they have cleansed the odor of the sewers away.
Seeing the large blocky stone structure across the street with several Orc guards milling around the gates, Hitsu and Loke stopped and took a moment to find the best point of entry. They had spent the whole week recceing the place and had identified a few entrances they can use to enter the walled barracks.
One of through the side wall where they could swing a rope across from the roof of a local's residence to the walls of the barracks and crawl their way in.
The other was to scale the walls up by the far end of the barracks as the walls there were built more unevenly, allowing plenty of footholes for anyone who is proficient enough in climbing, could do so.
The last option was to wait till the Orcs guards were changing shifts as there will be a short period where the guards will abandon their posts to go rouse the taking over Orcs awake from their beds.
"Wait or climb?" Tavel asked as he watched the chatting Orcs at the gates.
Hitsu glanced at his watch and frowned. "We got some time still, the Orcs should be changing shift soon!"
Tavel nodded and they settled down to wait.
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Altied and Young carefully slipped over the walls of the Factory, bypassing the magic detection runes and guards easily. They kept to the shadows and climbed up the roof from the stack of empty crates and carefully made their way over to the main Factory building and peered into the windows to confirm the location of the fabricator.
They had recced the factory a few times in the past week, getting the feel of the area and making sure the high tech fabricator was in the factory. To their surprise, they actually found one more of the machines beside the original fabricator that was stolen. The new fabricator looked cruder compared to the original and that had alarmed Tyrier who pressed for the Operation to go ahead sooner in case they had replicated more fabricators.
The rest of the time, they spent searching the inner city for more fabricators and weapon stockpiles. It was only these three locations that Claymore One has positively identified to hold the means and results of the weapons that Tyrier finally sent word to begin the bomb raids.
Altied pulled out a slim tube out from his pouch and gave it a twist on the head. The beacon beeped softly and an infra signal invisible to the naked eyes started pulsing. He taped the infra beacon onto the roof of the Factory and nodding to Young, the two Claymore One soldiers proceeded to sneak off the premises to safe ground.
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Orwell's Point, Airfield
Airforce pilot Goldan, started flipping switches after he buckled into his seat. He and his co pilot started to run the usual pre flight checklist before taking off. "Batteries okay, checking brakes and hydraulics."
"Check!"
"Fuel tanks? Tanks one, two, three and four?"
"Check! All good!"
"Okay, signal to start number one!" Goldan ordered.
His co pilot leaned out of the side of the cockpit and gestured the ground crew that they were starting the number one engine. Goldan pushed down on the starter switch for the number one engine and held it down for about fifteen seconds, while he set the hand primer with his other hand and gave it a few good pumps to get the air out of the primer lines.
Once he was done, his co pilot unlocked the fuel mixture controls while Goldan pressed down on the mesh switch. The co pilot immediately pulled the engine one fuel mixture lever all the way back to full rich mixture when the engine coughed and started up.
Goldan checked the oil pressure gauge that slowly rose up and hovered around the 70 mark before testing the RPM of the engine by adjusting the throttles to one thousand. Once satisfied he nodded and said, "Signal the guys we are starting Number Two!"
The whole process was repeated for the other engine and soon the flying boat was ready to take off. "Omega Tower, this is Seagull One, request taxi instructions for Seagull Flight over."
"Seagull One you are cleared for runaway zero one to the southwest, over."
"Seagull One, roger, requesting wind information." Goldan continued asking.
"Omega Tower, wind at North north East, speed, one five klicks, over."
"Seagull One, roger, out!" Goldan ended the radio comms and said to his co pilot. "Let's go!"
His co pilot gestured the ground crew and they rushed over to remove the wheel chocks and other equipment before giving the pilots the all clear signal. Goldan returned the salute of the crew ground as he taxied the plane to the runway.
One by one, the Mariner flying boats eased out of the hangars behind them and lined up for their turn on the runway.
"Alright! Let's go!"
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Sin City, Inner City
The men of Claymore One had gathered at the rendezvous point nearby the gate that led into the so called Palace of the City. They hide among the shadows while waiting nervously for the planes to arrived to kick start the whole operation, constantly checking their watches and fidgetting around.
Tyrier glanced at his watch, seeing the seconds counted down away to 2300 hours and peered out to the dark skies. "Any time now boys!"
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On approach to Sin City
The FB 1 Mariners had all of its onboard weapons and crew removed, only leaving behind the pilot, co pilot cum bomber, and a navigator cum radio operator onboard.
The extra weight removed allowed it to carry more ordinance and fuel for the trip to the city and back as the travel time was roughly three hours to the target and another three hours back.
Hardpoints on the wings carried extra fuel tanks to give the planes more flight time and internally, they carried a mixture of napalm canisters and 250 kg high explosive cast iron bombs.
The three bombers each held a six napalm canisters and twelve 250 kg bombs internally and each was assigned to a specific target that they had all been briefed and tasked on before beginning the mission.
The pilots all wore night vision goggles inside the cockpit and they easily saw the glow of the city as they approached at an altitude of 1,200 m above ground level. The planes slowly dropped their attitude till they reached roughly 500 m above ground level and the bomb bays cranked out.
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"What is that?" Tyrier suddenly jerked up as bells started ringing in the city. "Did they found us?"
"No..." Loke said as he peeked out of their hiding spot. "I.. I think they spotted the bombers!"
"But how?" Tyrier frowned. "Damn it!"
They could see dozens and dozens of Orcs rushing out from the barracks and other dwellings as they ran to manned their defensive posts. Globes of light floated up into the air as Orc shamans and slave mages cast illumination spells into the skies.
The ringing of the bells grew in intensity as more of the city were roused awake and from the illumination of the floating light spells, Tyrier finally saw what that had made him feel uneasy about all this time.
The covered up and tightly guarded weapons turned out to be some sort of an anti air gun! An Orc gleeful sat on the crude seat and pulled the gun mounts to rest against his shoulders. Two long and thick pock holed barrels poke out pointing to the skies while other Orcs slapped thick boxes of shells on to the gravity loaded bolt mechanism of the AA guns.
"Oh shit," The men of Claymore One cursed as they stood up from their hiding spot and stared at the closest AA gun on the roof of a building. The gun roared and spat bolts of yellowish beams towards the sky at some unseen target which the men knew it must be their bombers!
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Goldan frowned when suddenly he noticed his night vision appeared to be glowing brighter and brighter as he approached the city. He pulled his goggles up and cursed as he saw the city had globes of floating illumination spells over them and suddenly, what seemed to be streaks of light flickered towards his plane.
"Shit! We are under fire!" His co pilot screamed out as a couple of holes appeared next to him on the hull of the plane. "They got anti air guns!"
"Seagull One to Omega Point! We are under AA fire! Repeat under heavy AA fire!" Goldan yelled into the radio as he pulled the bomber up. "FARK!"
"We are in bombing range!" His co pilot yelled as he poked his eye on the bombsight, seeing the infra beacons blinking away on the ground beneath him. "What do we do?"
"Fark!" Goldan cursed as the AA fire has knocked him off course.
"We line up again and complete the damn mission!"
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