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Cybran Heer Marines

The overview of the Cybran Heer Marines.

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a character in “Casgrax II, War of the Casgrax system”, as played by Tank Emperor

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"Primum ad eos qui venerant ad nos. Cybran sumus naualis. Sequitur de cælo, et interfice quae venerit ad nos."

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12:00 Hours, local time
Command Bridge of Landing craft Delta,
Outside Graisfrask,
Onboard:
600 men,
61 Tanks
6 Mobile AA
3 Tank destroyers

Colonel D.W Hisnkrupp swallowed, walking up and down the drop ship as he readied his men for the first assault, to his knowledge the rest of the army would, drop down within the next hour, but he knew for a fact he was the Vanguard for this assault, one that would go down in history as the creator of a better Federal Republic of Arc Angelisa, one that would support the economy and would create more land for farmers.

As the dropship landed onto the soft rich ground of Casgrax II, the doors opened to let the sunlight from the nearby stars into the bay, the tanks rolling out first with the Infantry closely supporting the release. Interceptors blasted down the valley at Mach 3 before taking off into the area of local space far above the planet. There was already contact as the Colonel walked down the ramp with his helmet on and rifle in his hands. He was known to many as the Iron Face, so the smirk he always put on in combat.
He locked his rifle and sent out shots towards the local farmer who had spotted them, and already there were Cybran drones far above them.

The Mobile AA had a lock on them and started firing as three dropships came down form the skies. The same thing happening for the next few hours until a group of Cybran Panzer Vs appeared, at around 15:00 hours, local time.
15:01 Hours, local time,
Panzer Patrol 19K,
Outside Graisfrask,
In the patrol:
9 Panzer V "Wespe"s
15 Panzer IV F5A8s

Untersturmführer Werner Wolff sat in his command seat in the 'Kammerjäger of Nichtburg' calmly speaking to his fellow soldiers in the following tanks. His voice soft and warm, something that was unlike many of the other officers of the Regiment, wanting to make a name for themselves. His pale blues eyes, watching the displays within the tank turret before popping his out of the hatch, looking around to check if there was anything the scanners could have missed, which was getting likely as they came the point in the woods, where the radios stopped working, except for those with the heavier pieces of radio transmitter/receivers.

His men were tired, and he knew that, he was the same but this would be the patrol of the night, apart from the other regiments who had been told in the briefing earlier in the day. He was still very aware that there was spottings called in of strange people firing on civilians, which would make this task interesting. The light from the stars were slowly starting to appear as it was the middle of winter, but there was no snow, due to the planets distance from the local stars.

A gloved hand went up to his ear, rubbing it softly before he called the patrol to a hold outside the local village, his eyes starting to water. He climbed out of the tank but stood on top of the turret, taking things in. He could hear shouting, but decided to leave it as it seemed to be something of a civilian matter.


That was... His mistake.

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15:03 Hours, local time,
Panzer Patrol 19K,
Outside Graisfrask,
In the patrol:
5 Panzer V "Wespe"s
8 Panzer IV F5A8s

"Shit! Covering fire!" Came a shout over the intercomm of the now leading Commander of the lead Panzer V. There was a mass of glancing hits and bullet holes all over the body of the tank, Untersturmführer Werner Wolff was dead. The Tanks started to fire away at the massed groups of enemies as they fell back. The flashes of light came from time to time as another tank was destroyed. For the first time in many years, war had hit home. The tanks were starting to fail in the combat, cursed machines, too old.

The tanks continued to be pushed back with the vast movements of the Federal Republic of Arc Angelisa's soldiers which were now massed in the local area. The tanks were surrounded, still more droptroops coming down in the dropships.

The Cybrans started to back away, people ready trying to get away from the major cities, starting to panic. The spaceports were filled as more tanks and Cybran Machines found their way onto the soft rich grounds of Casgrax II. The Federal Republic of Arc Angelisa's fleet had stopped some distance away from the planet, and the Cybrans were too busy trying to control the threat than find the source.

15:10 Hours, local time
Outside Graisfrask,
The 1st Paraborn Mech Infantry,
1000 men
96 Tanks
42 Mobile AA
53 Tank destroyers

Colonel D.W Hisnkrupp grinned, sitting down at his small command post in the middle of another town. The ruined shells of Cybran Panzer IVs sat still flaming as his men gathered the Cybran people, bring them to a stop outside the small town, and killed them all in massed graves.

He looked at his fellow commanders, sipping hot decaf, his free hand playing with a pistol. "We took them by surprise. We have the upper advantage with the technology and the numbers, I believe, the forces here were so little, just a few tanks. Actually, I believe we have just took another town. We must next take the city, and claim that for our people. This is war, and we are still landing troops. According to some of my techies, we have taken a few battlestations on the outer rim too."

His fellow commanders nodded, smiling away. They all stood up, gathering their pistols to go and lead their men on the massed killing of Cybran Civilians.

The setting changes from gothasi to Germi

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Operation Valkria,
12:05 (0 hour),
The Sky above Germi,
550 Dropships,
40 Cybran Kiao class landers,
5000 Heer Marines,
5500 Cybran Tanks (Panzer IVs, Panzer Vs, Pz 44s),
300 Anti aircraft guns/ missile launchers,
500 Troop Transports,
200 Anti tank vehicles,
50 SPGs

The dropships came down from the area above the planet slowly, making sure they lowered themselves correctly in the air above the continent of Germi. The Interceptors blasted around the area while the heavy bombers did bombing runs on the enemy battlestations close to the landing zone. The Cybran Kiao class landers hit the ground first, the massive landers almost the size of a city, while the dropships came down around the larger landers, unloading their troops and equipment before they went back into the skies once more. The masses of soldiers and Cybran Marines quickly started to set up a perimeter, gathering resources quickly as they waited for the dropships to come back with the engineers, in order to construct fire bases.


The Kiao class landers were a lot slower to get unloaded then up into the skies once more. The first wave was down, and the fires around the zone from the landings were massive, the carpet and heavy bombing effective. The operation should be a success unless something new appeared from the skies, of which, it did. Like a swarm of locusts, their opponents descended upon them. The battle was now joined.


As the Kiao class landers took off into the skies, a mass group of interceptors and fighters, clearly not of Cybran production stormed into the area above the ground forces, which were now fighting their own battle. Dug in tightly, they had prepared for the conflict that they were now embroiled in. Every one, to a man, had been drilled on the formations of the enemy and now they fired bravely into the crowd of their foes from the relative safety of their bunkers.


12:10 hours, (+0:05),
Command Bridge, HDS Resulta (Willasi class Battleship, flagship of the Fleet)


The command crew onboard the HDS Resulta came into action after picking up the new set of vessels on their sensors, along with the now massed enemy air formation. The screens were covered in a plague of dots, the new ships now starting to show on the glass screens at the computers started to target ships, showing them on the screen to the Fleet Admiral. "Launch the interceptors, all of them, from the whole fleet. We will throw everything we have at them." Without question his orders were obeyed, every one of the small swift space interceptor units mobilized with but a moment's notice. They moved across the battlefield with ease, their actions like a flawless dance as they separated each and every opposing ship, isolating them before cutting them down, one by one. Those who escaped the wrath of the interceptors soon found themselves prey to the AA guns and missile launchers carefully placed throughout every warship in the Cybran's Fleet.


The Fleet Admiral swallowed, resting his hands on the sides of her grey command throne, his Marine Commander wanting to launch dropships down onto the enemy ships in order to claim many of them and confuse the enemy, but in the Fleet Admiral's eyes such a move could prove too dangerous to the lives of his beloved soldiers. He shook his head slowly before it turned to face the commander, "We cannot allow such a thing, this is warfare, we must keep this fair."


His kindly gesture was met with anger. "Fair? What do these scoundrels know of fairness? How many have they murdered in their beds, how many of our cherished friends and families have we seen butchered or tortured at their hands?" But the Fleet Admiral stared down the Marine Commander, who fell silent, who was now ashamed of his passionate outburst.


"The enemy are the latest version of the old Nazis that once ruled our Nation, we must not allow anything stop us in destroying this new threat to the peace of the Cybran Nation, you know yourself at many of the Fleets have been put on patrol all over that nation with very few still undergoing repairs from the Civil war." He snapped, rising to his feet to walk slowly towards the glass screens, his boots clicking off the finely polished floors. "Alert the ground forces that we have possibly just found the cause of this latest outbreak. And we will call in the Battlefleet Kuron, in order to support the ground advance."


The glass screens started to show the enemy fleet suffering the true might of the Cybran Military, the interceptors and vessel bombers moving straight towards what seemed to be the flagship of this, pitiful fleet.

12:25 hours, (+0:20),
Command Bridge, HDS Resulta (Willasi class Battleship, flagship of the Fleet)


The entire crew of the massive star ship quickly went to high alert, the forces on board getting ready for landing of some sort. The ship came to a halt when the fighters started to attack the enemy flagship. There were no commutations systems trying to resolve the combat, as the Cybran want to show the true might of the Cybran Nation to its attackers.

The Fleet Admiral grunted, holding his head softly before he calmly switched his eyes to look up at the glass control screens. The targeting system was working well, but the system was taking a lot of energy which could be used elsewhere, “Are the weapons read y to fire?” He snapped, looking towards his weapons conducting officer, who in his grubby uniform nodded. The Fleet Admiral’s eyes slowly turned to the screens again giving that one word, the word that would show the enemy just what the Cybran’s were made of, “Fire at will.”

The message was quickly relayed down to the gun decks, the crew of whom quickly took aim and fired. The blast of white light came from below the Command deck, the glass screens darkening to stop the light from blinding the crew on board the ship. There were a few more bursts of light as the guns onboard the ship sent out their dark matter shells, infused with nuclear matter making it capable of destroying a planet at will if it wanted too. As the shells made a spearhead towards the main enemy vessel, a number of smaller guns opened fire, delivering a massive blow if the shells hit their target at the right speed.

The first lot of shells hit their target successfully; the fighters had taken into straight climbs upwards as the shells had fired. From the Command Deck of the explosions were impossible to miss, even with the naked eye.

”Target hit! Target hit!” came the shout from the weapons officer as the first shell exploded on impact and then the other shells ripping apart the target vessel which the crew had called the flag ship.

The Fleet Admiral grunted, standing up, smiling grimly. His battle scarred face showing a smirk as he swallowed, watching the Flagship being ripped apart, his eyes turning to look at the Comms officer, “Get the rest of the fleet to attack, and have the guns continue firing at the larger ships. I have to see the ground advance.” He turned, walking out with his boots clicking off the ground, putting his peaked cap onto his head with a smile.


Operation Valkria,
12:30 (0:25hour),
The Sky above Germi,
550 Dropships,
40 Cybran Kiao class landers,
5000 Heer Marines,
5500 Cybran Tanks (Panzer IVs, Panzer Vs, Panzer 44s),
300 Anti aircraft guns/ missile launchers,
500 Troop Transports,
200 Anti tank vehicles,
50 SPGs


Cybran Heer Command looked up from his position, the mass group of landers and interceptors coming down from the skies were clear. Right now, the Battle of Casgrax II was simple, the enemy trying to make attack after attack, but the Marines and tanks were holding them back. There were a number of radio calls wanting interceptors to appear and take out the bombers, which was then quickly relayed to the squadron commanders, who sent interceptors to the exact place they need to be.

He turned to face his advisers, nodding slowly, “We are winning, are we not?” He smiled, his blue eyes piercing an adviser’s own eyes, who just nodded without a word. He swallowed before turning around to face the combat area, “We will need more troops down here with the commanders want us to do a full scale attack and save the planet, these events will not look good for the enemy if the stories are true.”

Bohan,
North Germi (200 kilometres Northwards from the Heer Commander position)

The convoy of Cybran Panzer 44s moved forwards into the village, being greeted by masses of Cybran civilians, and a number of the last standing Cybran Planetary defence soldiers, who had held out the advance of the enemy around the village. The Heer marines who were with the Panzer 44s smiled softly, starting to take documents and get these people back into a normal state of living.

Captain Panther swallowed, climbing out his panzer with a smile, in full uniform and pistol at his hip. He jumped down onto the ground, rubbing his eyes as he said hello to a number of people who were massed around his tank. He smirked, nodding to people as the touched his tank, watching them carefully as the rest of his crew got out, apart from his radio operator, getting on contact with the Commander to the south. The other tanks behind him had already turned and started to move around the village to protect it if anything happened. A group of APCs moved into the village behind the first few tanks, off loading a number of Heer marines; who had started to look at documents and organize the massed group of people who had surrounded the tanks.

Panther swallowed, starting to tell people to form a line for the Marines to start checking documents. ’We’ll be here all day...’ He thought, looking at the line of people, some children little more than three years old with their mothers. He started to look around, taking account of his surroundings intensely. He turned to look at the commander of the Heer marines that was with his company of tanks, Oberstleutnant Von Reichenau. He nodded calmly before pointing to the crowd, “We’ll be here all day Oberstleutnant. Do you want me to tell my men to get food out the local super market?” He sighed softly, rubbing his eyes slowly.

“Yes, you should probably do that Hauptmann. It might increase the moral, just make sure they pay for it, I know what you tankers do.” Von Reichenau laughed, offering Panther a soft smile and a hand; of which Panther took with a smile. “And yes, I do suspect we will be here most of the day, can you relay to the Commander to push any movement around this village, I suspect the other villages and towns will be providing us more problems. I don’t know about the cities and how the enemy has put their defence around them. That could be a death trap for all of us.”

“Do you know how long before we make an attack against a city? Or is the Commander going to call down the Para regiments to land on the landing pads and make a number of assaults through that?” Panther gulped, already knowing the answer to that question. He looked up at his crew which were sat on top the Panzer 44, “Get a message to the Commander of the operations, tell him to move any force around here or the whole operation will come to a standstill. There are too many people for us to handle right now, which is why you have to tell him that he must move his forces around the local area. Tell him we will check the documents, and move on.”

“Yes sir,” snapped the gunner who turned and started to talk to the radio operator.

Von Reichenau nodded with a smile, “I have the funny feeling he will drop the paras on the landing pads and make assaults through that. The cities here are meant to be quite small, but do a lot of research. Let’s just hope there’s no nuclear shit going to blow, that’s the last thing we need.” He sighed softly, looking at his personnel with a nod to his subordinate. “Let’s just hope for the best right now and work with what we have. I think there will be a number of landings tonight in other places on the land mass to clear it and start proper military operations.”

Panther nodded, “Yes, sir. I will get the troopers to get food and get back some morale. And we will switch every hour to take documents and check them.” He curled his lips and turned, walking to his gunner, and then climbed the tank to talk to his radio operator.

Five minutes later
A man started to run towards the Cybran marines, shouting out odd words and making odd sounds, ripping open his shirt to produce a bomb.

The marines dropped their food and grabbed their weapons, “Keep back!” They snapped, quickly turning their safety off and pointed the weapons towards the man. They didn’t move as the man stopped, showing that he had the trigger in his hands, staring at them.

Panther looked up from his tank, watching the scenes unfold within seconds. He shouted on the other Heer marines, “Get those Civilians away from that guy, or get them inside!” He pointed to the man, taking note in his brain the look of the man, and then his grubby notes before muttering, “What does a man with nothing have to lose?”

The marines started to shout at the civilians, getting them inside and away from the man, children starting to scream and cry. They knew that they could survive a bomb blast with their combat armour, but the civilians would not. As the civilians were rushed inside they looked at him; the man’s thumb tightening on the trigger. “This is your last chance dude, stop, and put it down!”

The man didn’t move but his thumb was now touching the trigger. The marines quickly pulled their triggers, sending a barrage of shots into the man. He was knocked back with each hit, blood gushing out his chest as each bullet hit him. As the marines stopped, he dropped the trigger, and then dropped himself. They swallowed, putting their weapons on safety before moving towards the man, kicking away the trigger, with one foot so it was out of reach.

Panther jumped down from his Panzer 44 and grunted, moving towards the man as Von Reichenau stepped out the super market, looking at the marines, then the man. They both closed in on the dead body and the marines as one kicking the man over to show the bomb. Panther swallowed, looking over at Von Reichenau, “Burn him outside the village?”

“Yeah, and tell everyone else on this campaign that there are suicide bombers.” Von Reichenau nodded with a frown, turning to face his marines, “Burn the body outside the village, and get everyone in this village checked for bombs, no wait. I want everything checked for bombs, get the sniffer dogs out here.”

“Yes sir,” snapped his subordinate, turning to shout out the orders. His implants were extensive, including a bionic arm, a lasernetic eye, and a bionic leg. He swallowed under his re-breather, sounding like an air filter; his pistol at his hip, and his rifle in his hands. He nodded as the marines went to their duties quickly.

Von Reichenau swallowed, turning to Panther, “We need to set up patrols now, great. Can you have a couple of our tanks sat in the centre of the village, and my marines will watch around them, ready for this.”

Panther nodded calmly, “Okay, I’ll get contact with my Panzer Crews just outside the village and get them to pull into the village, this is really getting shit now.”

“I know, but it is something that must be done, I’m sorry.” Von Reichenau complained, turning to face the body, “Fuck’s sake, this is really the last thing the Commander will want to hear about too.” He kicked the body before heading back inside, Panther turning quickly to move back towards his tank and crew.

Panther’s eyes watched as the Civilians were checked and started to back to their normal lives. He climbed back into his tank, sitting down on his command seat, “Give me the Comms, I need to speak to the Commander, and local forces. I want to speak to crews eight to fourteen in a minute, or can you do that, get them into the centre of the village.”

The radio operator nodded without a word, handing Panther the headset and then opened the comms to the Commander; who spoke into the microphone “Overlord, this is Group Alpha Bravo Eight, Nine, over.”

“Group Alpha Bravo Eight nine, go ahead, over,” came the reply from the Commanders operational Headquarters.

“Overlord, we have had a suicide bomber in village nine eight zero, requesting you tell the Commander, and get all the other forces to check the civilians and buildings, Over.”

“Group Alpha Bravo Eight nine, understood, I will take that to the Commander and get his orders, over.” The radio operator on the other side replied before cutting the feed.

Panther swallowed, looking at the radio operator before handing back the headset with a nod, “Tell the crews I’ve told you and get their tanks into the centre of the village.”

“Yes, sir,” The operator nodded, looking at his screen as Panther climbed out.

The gunner and driver watched with a yawn before they started talking to each other, Panther stepping out the tank and brushed his uniform down, starting to watch the civilians and the marines as they got the body out the village, and then to the other marines checking the last of the civilians. The rumble of six tanks pressed forwards into the village from behind, all Panzer 44 Ausf A2s with extra armour and two with rocket launchers attached to the turrets. The colours of green, brown and black covered the tank, but there were chips and shell hits on the armour, showing they had been attacked, mainly with smaller weapons, like rifles and autocannons, nothing that could properly take out one of these mighty beasts.

The commanders of each tank looked over at Panther and each of them saluted, Panther just nodding without a word. He jumped down from the tank once more, walking towards the Cybran Marines who had finished checking the civilians, "A job well done boys, a job well done."

Von Reichenau sighed, walking back over as a few interceptors blasted over the village, "Yes, I must agree, we have all done was good job today. Especially those landers, and those tankers that have supported us to get here, well done lads, well done."

The setting changes from germi to Graisfrask

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"Reit ye lot, come ower haur. We hae a job tae dae ye ken. Nae jist onie auld job!" Shouted the old Scotian Sergeant. The older man, around the age of fifty ran down the street heading into a small shop. The place was ruined now, only very few parts of the city were not destroyed after the Nuclear attack from a terrorist group from one of the other nations in a distant Galaxy far away on the z-axis to the Cybran Nation. How the Terrorists got here was a matter for the Polizisten of the Greater area to work out along with the military, but right now was the on look of the Cybran Military on hunting out any sleeper cells in the area. There was an attack by another Nation on the far side of the planet, but Graisfrask was a ruined nuclear wasteland. Little actually was left, part from the underground military bases and tunnel systems.

The Scotian looked around, his rifle to his shoulder, the bullpup design pressed tightly against his shoulder. He glanced around a few times, keeping his helmet on as the rest of the four man squad caught up with him. The sat down, setting up a position for the night; there would be an attack from something. He walked upstairs to check for anything left behind, but the walls that were meant to hold up the roof were missing, the roof completely gone. He swallowed and called the men up so they could look at the ruined city. There were a set of lights on moving along next to the river not far away. Another squad? Most likely. He grunted down the intercom and turned to view the fellow members of his squad, "Ye see it? Th' lights doon by th' river? Heinrich can ye send it a message? We coods use someain tae back us up son."

"Aye, serge." Heinrich replied with a smile under his helmet, not visable to another, but it was pretty clear with the happy tone of voice.

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The movement down by the river was not a squad of men, or a group of any kind that was Cybran; in matter of fact, it was not from any of the known enemies of the Cybrans. The group continued moving, their heavy armour thumping off the ground in a formation of four. They looked around the size of a double decker bus each, about the weight of one too as they left bmassive footprints in the ash covered ground. There were very little left in Graisfrask after the blast, but something very old have awoken.

The group continued to press forwards, weapons old and rusty, but still operational somehow. The vehicle that joined them seemed to be a makeshift tank, with a number of weapons sticking out on all sides with sheets of metal bolted onto the frame of the vehicle. The crew were all in light armour like Elven of origin but it seemed to be protecting them well from the Nuclear waste in the area.

The scene of destruction was massive, with a few miles wide of nothing but ash. The river had started to flow again after the nuclear blast, but many of the features that once showed Graisfrask were missing entirely. The space port. The Skyscrapers. The houses and flats...

All gone.

But from the ashes, there was a group of lights which actually lead down into a tunnel system. It had nothing to do with the sewers but seemed to be a hive of activity. There was now a number of groups moving around, creatures busy building stone fortifications and buildings. It all seemed to confuse anyone looking from anywhere else. This had nothing to do with the Cybrans, but had something to do with the history of the planet. Or was it both?