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Amidst the Rocks

Episode 02

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The fire now contained and the resupply now complete, the Damask Rose moved out of orbit and on to her next mission.  ODF Intel had given them a "most likely" report for the pirate ship, now identified as the Bonney.  Like the Rose she was a civilian ship reconfigured for military action.  Unlike the Rose she was a major ore freighter with a massive cargo capacity, which gave her ample room to hold fighter bays and stolen drones amidst her cargo.  She was also armed.  Though laughable by military standards she did have two major weapons batteries fore and aft, energy cannons on turret mounts that would shred the D R in a head on engagement.  She also had enough close in defense weapons to make a direct assault by mecha dicey at best.  She'd have to be de-clawed before the assault proper could begin.  Even before that, she had to be found.

 

The report placed her in a roughly 500 kilometer cubed area of the densely littered asteroid belt in system.  Given the rather large area that needed to be covered the Damask Rose would move under the umbrella of the Nightmares flown in pairs.  Natalya would take the port side escort, while Rod would take low cover to the rear.  Rallye would fly starboard and high relative to the Rose.  Eric would fly forward under cover of all four of the drones, extending eyes into the field and hopefully giving early warning of their target.  Olga, Quola, Kes, and Dwer, mounted in Rheas, would remain on the D R in launch position in order to catch any pirates unaware.  Likewise, the shuttle would remain on stand by till a path could be cleared to the Bonney.  Tommy would command with Jo as his gunner/navigator, though Nick would lead the combined boarding party of himself, Tiff, and Dr. Niven.  The Bonney was large, but the actual crew compartments were all along a narrow corridor running the spine of the ship forward to the bridge.  Between Nick's rather impressive combat skills and Tiff's inordinate supply of explosives, there was little threat of them being stopped by untrained raiders.  Niven was along to make sure someone was around to be interrogated afterwards.

 

Three hours found the strike force moving to the edge of the search grid.  The asteroids, though fairly dense, were spaced out far enough and relatively stable enough that at worst they would be annoyances for any high speed maneuvers.  They did provide cover for anything mecha sized.  Eric plunged ahead as the drones fanned out in a search pattern.  The Rose and her escorts followed into the belt several minutes later.  It was a full ten minutes before Eric's sensors beeped a faint contact ahead and down to the left some 20 km into the field.  And then a second 50 km diagonally "up" and "east" of the first.  And then a third along the same plane as the Damask Rose but 150 km back and off to the left again.  Their unifying feature were dense clumps of asteroids easily blocking visual confirmation.

 

"I've got faint readings at each of these" Eric called over the line.  "Metallic in nature, power emissions difficult to tell from the background clutter.  Most likely candidate is the second contact out.  I don't think the big bitch is here, but there are definitely hostiles out there.  Volunteers for armed recon?"



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Olga's hands twitched, but she said nothing. The Rhea wasn't exactly an optimal scout craft, and she didn't want to go to the wrong location and end up halfway across the battlefield from where she needed to be when the enemy was found. Natalya, Rod, and Rallye would have to divide up the scouting.



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"I've got faint readings at each of these. Metallic in nature, power emissions difficult to tell from the background clutter.  Most likely candidate is the second contact out.  I don't think the big bitch is here, but there are definitely hostiles out there. Volunteers for armed recon?"

The power plants of his Nightmare whirred silently as he sat motionless in his suspended harness, eyes moving over the gigabytes Eric had relayed to the HUDs. In picking which one, the choice couldn’t be easier. He hated having his back to the enemy, unless he was doing it out of pure disrespect. The glow on his visor covered a faint grin when he channeled back to Eric.

Definitely. I’m taking the long-shot, Peggy-Sue in the rear.”

With a few microburst from small verniers, the nose of his Nightmare yawed to about 7 o’clock relative of the DR’s face, with no vertical spatial adjustments. Bringing the throttle up, he slowly crept away from the area, attempting to match his acceleration with the crossing of debris rather than with raw maneuvering. It would probably take a bit more time to get there, but it was a good way to warm himself up to the aircraft. Besides, it was his first time, that he remembers, in an asteroid field.

Engines cold and avionics on passive for the latter 20 miles, his relative pace took him just over 15 minutes to cover the 90 or so miles to the area in question. This field was the perfect place to play hide and go seek, even if  he was flying stealth— Basics 101 says to take precautions over precautions. When his inertia crudely matched a nice sized rock, he landed his ‘17 in Gerwalk just behind the jagged horizon against the eerie blackness.

Dorsal camera extended, the sensitive lens adjusted and readjusted to take pictures and laser feed them back towards the direction he came. A live direct feed would come in pixelated at best, so he opted to old fashion photographs, each one x10 more zoomed than the last.



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Recruiting vids for fighter pilots always portrayed high speed flybys and intense action, what they didn't advertise was that 70% of a pilots life was spent waiting. Whether it be waiting on the launch deck or waiting for something to happen on patrol it always seemed to be glossed over by recruiters.

 

Waiting is what Dwer was doing right now. Thankfully it was something he was more than accustomed to by now, thus he spent the time trying to relax and maybe catch up on some reading. He chose to ignore the call for armed recon, weakening the DR's defensive screen would be unwise at this point.

 

He opened comms to Olga “You alright back there Momma?”

 

**

 

Quola hated waiting, it was the one thing she couldn't stand about the whole piloting gig. For an information specialist combat standby was by far the worst torture one could put her through. Not only did Macronising mess with the custom firmware in her Sari-C she was required to cut all wireless connections to the ship as a security measure. This resulted in an unnerving quiet for someone used to a constant flow of information. There were only so many times one could check engine temperatures.

 

Her Queadluun-Rhea sat behind that of Kes with the cockpit canopy fully open with its teal haired pilot sprawled on top. Not that one could see the giantesses hair beneath her pilots helmet. She would have loved to be out there on scout duty, but alas she was stuck here waiting.



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Volunteers? Natalya grumbled to herself. We are hafingk choice?

 

Her left eyebrow lifted almost imperceptibly. She opened a direct, private link to Eric. "Please be designating dhe target our new psychopath has selected and I will be taking the contact that is farthest from."
 



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Olga twitched again at the sound of Dwer's voice. Before she replied, she took a deep breath and calmed down, seeking the quiet of the predator lying in wait for a distant meal.

 

Then she snapped the comm on and whispered, "Hy'm a boardink schpecialist. Hy can vait for de real prey."



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One could only spend so long checking and rechecking engine output, system advisories and the same bland live starfield feeds before one ran out of things to do. During her stint in the Zentradi military this simply meant you had enough time to run through all those checks again. These days, it meant bringing up a card game someone-not-Quola had added to her Sari-C.

 

Kes dropped her final card, a king of spades, in it's place. The AI paused, more for affect than processing. It countered and trounced her. Again.

 

She decided to end the match. The match disappeared, replaced with a vidfeed from Quola's Rhea.

 

"How're you doing back there Quola? Boredom killed you yet?"



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Dwer smirked upon hearing Olga. “Good to hear, shouldn't be too much longer now.”

 

***

 

“Braaaaains.” was Quola's response holding her arms out in front of her Zombie style, amusingly her Rhea mimicked the action.

 

Slumping back into her harness she pouted a little “It's too damn quiet, anyone got any campfire stories?”



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"Not a problem, ma'am."

 

Eric's fingers flew over the controls, linking the CCC network into those with Sari-C and giving analogous feeds to the main VDU's of everyone not owning that implant.   Each VF-171 color coded to a coordinate patch: red for Natalya at contact Alpha, the closest in, green for Rallye, furthest out at 150 km, and yellow for Rod, at the intermediate point.  He switched smoothly over to the drone controls, tasking a single drone to follow each pilot as back up and calling the fourth back to support him.  "Alright, girls, watch their backs."

 

The pairs split off quickly for their designated spots as Eric pulled back to a more easily defended position.  "DR Actual, recommend holding station and getting the children ready to play."  He looked over at his track on Natalya, who was closing in fastest on her zone.  "Predicting hostile action in 10 seconds."

 

Natalya skirted a large ovoid asteroid as her drone escort took position at her 7 o'clock low.  Coming out of the shadow of the rock she caught a burst of engine flair as some variety of battroid ducked behind the next asteroid.  The computer hadn't had time to lock the signature of the machine but it was definitely an early model variable fighter.  She also noticed the source of the signal interference.  The space was littered with foil packs and sand particulate, masking any energy reliant scans like radar or laser comms.  Thermal would likely work.

 

Rod was making his way to Beta when he spotted several large cargo containers spinning freely amongst the rocks.  Debris from a small ship, likely a cutter of some sort, littered the area.  He could see its drive sputtering futilely, trying to drive the fire blackened wreck.  Rod closed to get a scan.  Suddenly, his TWR went active as one of the containers burst apart and missiles flew in every direction.  The unguided rockets exploded mostly against the asteroids, but a few guided on Rod's Nightmare and his escort drone.  He ducked out of the way as a VF-11 appeared in the docking collar of the cutter and opened fire with its gunpod.  More of the foil packs spilled out from the wreck as another container exploded and sent missiles flying.

 

Rallye was about half way to his target when the fighting started.  His drone was staying loyally in tow as he angled in on his investigation zone.  From where he was he could easily loop around and come back at the cutter firing on Rod without being detected, but whatever was at his site would likewise have his six.  Eric's sensor feed was still showing something at that location but it could be more booby trapped space junk for all anyone knew.

 

The battle plan called for immediate and overwhelming deployment once hostilities commenced.  That prerequisite having been fulfilled the Damask Rose went into action.  The hatches swung open as the four Rheas were moved out by the launch arms.  Last minute corrections angled Dwer and Olga to support Rod while Quola and Kes would help Natalya.  Magnetic clamps released and the four mecha sped off into the field.  Meanwhile, the DR turned and headed away from the battle, the better to limit an end run attack on her.



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Olga scanned the information making it back through the clutter and rolled her eyes. "Trap much?" She flipped on the comm to the other Rheas.

 

"Suggest hyu reinforce vun per target; Hy'll heng back to guard Eric und our ride. Quola, hyu got henny ideas about avoidink signal interference from dat chaff, now's de time."

 

She burned halfway to Eric, then reversed and aimed at the Damask Rose, only going half its speed; that would keep her halfway between the two until she knew what was really up. There was little tactical reason to attack the Damask Rose, but she'd been a part of too many boarding parties not to reflexively read "drawing off fighter cover" into this ploy.



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Dwer gave Olga a double click of the comms to acknowledge that she was hanging back. Tracer fire and missile trails were visible around Rod's position as Dwer closed onto the former Skull Leader's position, pushing the Rhea's engines as hard as he could.

 

He opened comm to Rod “Fall back, I'll cover your six.” To emphasise the point the Impact cannon on the shoulder of his Rhea swung down into position and began belching plasma into the chaff field. He didn't expect to be hitting anything but it was his only real option at this sort of range.

 

***

 

Quola shook her head not that anyone could see it. “Nothing effective, tiny strips of metal are still the bane of modern sensor equipment. Best we can do is flush them out of their hidey holes.”

 

Quola found herself missing the old Doppler effect the older model Meltran communicators applied to ones voice, the Rhea carried standard UN equipment. She stuck to Kes' wing, Kes would make the decision which one of them would head deep to back up Rallye.



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“That should be enough intel…”

The data packets ceased streaming as he closed the camera application. That was when HUD and com-links unanimously notified him of the skirmish that broke out some ten minutes away. What was said was nearly unrecognizable, and the far off blips he could detect started to move erratically. Not thinking twice about breaking off to help engage, he raised Nightmare raised from the comfy, hidden position on the rock and cautiously made a beeline towards the object in question, his assigned drone in the immediate  two o’clock defensive position.

“This is Rallye, proceeding towards target designated— third contact…”



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Kes opened a comm channel to Quola.

 

<<Stay with Natalya. I will cover Rallye.>>

 

The Rhea aligned with Rallye's position and shot forward into the field. She used its extreme maneuverability to her advantage and hugged each asteroid as it passed. With luck it would provide cover to allow her to quickly close the distance without completely giving away her or Rallye's position.

 

Kes added two timers to her HUD: time to Rallye and time to the third contact.



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I would kill for FAST packs, Natalya thought. It was a sour musing, so of course it was in Russian.

She didn't want the firepower. For all of its inherent weakness as a fighting machine, the VF-171 didn't lack for punch. Duck and weave were sorely missed. Run away was low down on the option list, given some of the scary things the renegade arms suppliers were pumping out to the maladjusted and discontented. But if you could survive a maneuvering fight long enough to get in a pecks, your target was going to know they'd been kissed.

No, what she missed was the delta-v. The public tended to think of the iconic super pack as a range extender. It could be, but the public tended to not realize the sheer fuel hoggery of the boosters. Push hard, the typical FAST configuration for space combat had less range than clean ship. The advantage the super pack conferred was three parts firepower and seven parts turn and burn.

The old, purely air breathing, combat pilots had a concept they called energy management. Low and slow was bad, the only energy you had was your fuel, and with the Earth pulling you down, making that energy work for you was hard. Low and fast was marginally better, you could trade speed for altitude, keeping your total energy about even (less fuel). In theory you could do the same from low and slow, but first you had to trade fuel for speed, then speed and fuel for altitude. The sweet spot was to be high, and preferably fast. It just gave more options.

Space was different. All of a pilot's energy was fuel, unless one was near a massive body. But bodies with enough mass to make a difference tend to attract atmosphere, taking the fight right out space. It was all about matching velocities and vector, then using fuel to avoid being predictable. Bigger engines allowed one to stay mobile. More fuel allowed one to get more mobility out of any given engine configuration.

What Natalya wanted to was the ability to move fast, then slow down or speed up based on what she found.

And is wishes were horses, she'd have spent her life hip deep in shit.

She throttled up to swing wide of the rock, and high, cutting the chord on the fleeting target's circle, but keeping to the outside. Since she couldn't dictate the terms of the engagement she chose to dictate the range. The -171 was a passive/active stealth platform, but she couldn't rely on that. The contact's actions suggested that she'd been detected. Moreover, they indicated that it expected her to follow, though the enemy might have been just playing at staying hidden--unlikely. Who spams chaff when they want to be low key.

"Probable bandit," she said over the tacnet, cuing the combat AI to tag the unknown contact as hostile. She give it second to add that data to the battlefield network, then killed all of her emissions but the active stealth, throttling back to zero thrust, and rotating her fighter sharply to put it nose on to the contact's position.

She made herself into a hole in space, flying sideways, and trained her optical and thermal tracking systems, looking for a good shot.



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The boredom was not as painful as it used to be, owing to his experience gallivanting the galaxy by himself.  Likewise the suddenness of the outpouring of missiles and one VF-11 seeking to blow him up with a gunpod.

 

With the ease of practice, Roderick rolled his VF-171 into the nearest surviving asteroid and converted to battroid.  He almost didn't get his feet under him in time due to his unfamiliarity with the speed of transformation but he managed to recover enough to cushion his landing and redirect his momentum into a leap for cover.  Using an arm to twist himself behind the small asteroid and the other as a shield, the VF-171 landed on its feet again and leapt towards another asteroid to do the same, converting to fighter for an extra boost.



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All things being equal the basic concepts of armed conflict hadn't changed much since man had gone to space.  One of these was that in order to survive one must remain unpredictable to one's enemy.  While the pirates were certainly capable in combat, they lacked the combined experience of the CCS operatives, and it showed in their lackluster and predictable ambush.

 

Natalya's target had, predictably, expected her to follow close in for the kill.  Common sense (and a lack of Spacey funded training and years of in-cockpit experience) said she would convert to Battroid and come in scraping the rock.  What he hadn't been expecting was the relatively cold body of metal alloy to sail off on a different vector.  A panicked shot from the now identified Thunderbolt chewed up rock far off Natalya's line.  Having braced himself against the asteroid had also cut down on his escape routes as opposed to mobile, open space.  Natalya illuminated this lesson with twin beam pulses sent straight into the bandit's chest.  The VF-11 rocked back and away from the asteroid, flailing.  Another twin shot ended the pirate as Natalya's slide carried her out of her engagement zone.

 

Rod continued to hop scotch from cover to cover as his opponent continued to spit high explosives at him.  The missile volleys had died down as the initial batch was spent chewing up rocks and debris.  Dwer's pulses landed amidst the blossoms and pounded the last of the intervening cover.  The last few impact blasts caught the cutter and tore it apart.  The Thunderbolt skirted back from the explosion as a second escaped out of the aft section, both in Battroid.  Confused as to who was covering whom, the two swept their guns towards Dwer as Rod flanked them.  Forming a rough ninety degree angle with Dwer's path, Rod cut loose with his own gunpod, but only managed to slightly damage the second 'Bolt.  Dwer would cross the engagement zone and be in melee in a few seconds at his present speed.

 

Kes angled off and hit her thrusters to catch up with Rallye as Quola moved back to support Natalya.  The newest member and the de facto squadron leader had the most time to process the data Eric's ELINT gear kept feeding them.  Contact Charlie had appeared largely empty, even with Rallye's recon photos.  As the two closed and gave Eric's gear more time to sniff about four distinct exhaust trails became evident converging around Charlie.  The two easiest lead to the two other ambush points, but the largest of the four led further "back" and "up" into the asteroid field.  The last trail led slightly "down" from Charlie.  The disconcerting part of that was the trail abruptly stopped in mid-space, and not near any rock formation.  Eric examined the data, mind running furiously to find an explanation.  With a mild sense of dread, he came to his conclusion.

 

"All pilots, be advised, enemy forces suspected to have active stealth units in L.E.M.*"

 

As if on cue three custom Battroids powered up 100 KMs below the field of engagement and went full burn towards the Damask Rose.  While intel on the Renegade Power Armors being supplied by various manufacturers was well known, by their custom nature one couldn't be sure as to the exact capabilities of a given suit.  These three were slightly bulbous in nature given by the extra back boosters they were carrying.  However, the basic scan provided showed they lacked any missile ports.  They still carried wicked looking cannons and their intent was fairly clear.

 

"Nat, Quola, Olga, you're closest, get them!  Rallye, Kes, keep eyes open, there might be more!"

 

 

 

 

* L.E.M. = Low Emissions Mode.

 

OOC: You have two rounds before the RPAs will be in range of the DR.  Natalya, Quola, and Olga can intercept in one.  Dwer and Rod can try to intercept in one, but must disengage first, and the VF-11s will take pot shots at them.  Raylle and Kes can turn around and intercept in two, but the RPAs will be in range of the DR when they do.



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Olga didn't need to be told twice. In fact, she didn't need to be told once; she'd already taken advantage of the inertial dampening to plump for a high-speed intercept vector before Eric got to her name. She stopped accelerating once the anti-ship impact cannon was prepped and aimed, preferring accuracy to further g-forces.
 
Distant memories of a Fire Support instructor echoed in her mind. Always deny the enemy a straight line towards their target. If you cannot make them go where you want them, at least keep them away from where they want to be. The lack of friction in space meant that, in theory, a good pilot with a good craft could dodge without affecting their forward momentum or time-to-target, but it remained to be seen if that description applied to the present enemy. Olga was determined to interrogate the possibility via 76-, 55-, and 30-mm questions, in that order, as her distance-to-intercept counter ticked down.
 
Olga flicked on her comm. "Dey're after our carrier; hennyone vant to return de favor?" There was always the possibility that the enemy would simply use a tactical fold to flee the asteroid field and intercept the Damask Rose, but it wasn't much of a threat; after all, that would put them next to Olga.



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Roderick heard Eric's warning and saw the trio of RPAs pop up on sensors.  A quick assessment of range later, Roderick called out to his partner, "Dwer, I believe you've got better acceleration, get after them before they hit home."

 

With that, he continued unleashing gunpod fire on the damaged Thunderbolt and ripple fired a quartet of missiles to keep the other busy.



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Rod had things under control “Loud and clear, give 'em hell.” The Rhea's shoulder pods opened up and a parting gift of missiles swarmed out towards the -11's, six missiles for each. With that Dwer cut thrust and kicked into a sharp 180 zero-g turn before re-engaging forward thrust and vectoring in on the RPA's.

 

Swinging the impact cannon into place again he started to lay suppressing fire on the Power Armours, doing his best to lead his targets. Hopefully combined fire from himself and the other pilots would cause them to veer off.

 

**

 

Quola envied Eric somewhat, all that sensor data at ones fingertips must make the battlefield less confusing. Thankfully he was good at his job.

 

Putting the Rhea into a tight turn she vectored towards Olga, but unlike Olga didn't stop when she reached the intercept point. Instead she swung low and left of the oncoming RPA's attempting to gain flanking missile locks, keeping her direct fire weapons at the ready in case one of them decided to peel off and aim at her instead. In fact that would be ideal, then those guns wouldn't be pointed at the DR.



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Natalya arrived with an electronic scream. Every active sensory and focusable electronic warfare system her valkyrie had was singing its own special version of the eponymous Ride at a single on of the bandits.

 

Where that song led, the Valkyrie followed. It didn't take the enemy pilot long to see that it had been boresighted. Its evasive maneuvers denied Natalya a killing targeting fix, but the Russian pilot was dogged in her pursuit, closing the range.

 

Beam cannons spat coherent death. Hemming the powersuit in, restricting its evasive options. The enemy pilot had enough. It rapidly spun about, pilot anticipating the likely location of Natalya's terminal attack position, the best spot for rapid passing missile or guns kill.

 

Natalya was not there.

 

In keeping with its reporting name, the Nightmare was upon the enemy, still boresighted, seemingly about to ram. At the last instant, Natalya switched to battriod configuration. The pinpoint barrier formed around the mecha's right fist, then that fist did its level best to pass through the powersuit. The hard way.

 

The Russian didn't wait to admire her handy work. She switched back to fighter mode, en passant, and dumped the engine limiters, firing the -171's twin drives in what the crew chiefs would call youdidn'tjustdothattomybeautifulengines! mode—that critical difference between max rated power and max power—to pull ahead of the enemy.

 

She flipped, literally rolling the fighter on its short axis, back to fighter mode and fired a cloud of missiles back at the enemy, setting up a mine field between them and the Rose. And on the other side of that barrier, Natalya waited.







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