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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."
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."
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