Thread: A Transmission from Afar

Note: This is an AAR from my own play time on a public server, in a galaxy far, far away from TG.



With thirty seconds to go before the insertion, Kelvin checked his gear one last time. Trained in Spec Ops for 2 years, this mission was going to be his first true test in the field of battle. He wiped his scope clean of crystallizing ice fragments and double checked the explosives in his pack. Bracing for the landing, the transport ship landed in the LZ, and his fellow soldiers piled out. Kelvin immediately began making his way to the objective: The enemy had deployed mobile Command and Communication assets. It was tantamount that these be eliminated ASAP.

The snow continued to spiral down in gusts of bone-chilling wind. With every passing moment, the distance seemed longer and longer, but the mission's completion was not up for discussion. It had to be done. Enemy troop mobilization was already apparent at the fringes of Kelvin's HUD radar. They were expecting us....

Reaching into his pack, Kelvin slowly pulled out his most potent weapon, a new prototype technology that he had been given to test. It was called officially the IT-33 Active Camoflauge... but to the enemy, it would be known only as.... death.

As the enemy drew perilously close, Kelvin activated the device, his hair standing on end even in his combat gear as he was enveloped in a silky envelope of light-bending energy. Knowing the device had only a limited battery charge as a result of the built-in dynamo, he immediately began to sprint forward. He took refuge in the corner of a building as an entire squad of enemy troops ran past him, completely oblivious. Moving from cover to cover with the greatest speed he could muster, Kelvin kept a mental tab on enemy movement. It seemed they had commited all their troops to the front line... further cemented by the thundering appearance of an awesome Battlewalker. As Kelvin sprinted past, he could already hear it's dual rotating Gatling cannons revving up, and hoped silently that his fellow soldiers would find cover in time...

Another building in the frozen landscape of this once great European city provided some refuge and time for the device to regain some of it's charge. As Kelvin crouched there, silently panting, he heard the sound of footsteps. Immediately reacting, he drew himself far into the corner, and waited. Sure enough, an enemy recon soldier slowly patted by, on the lookout for enemy targets. Kelvin tensed as the soldier stopped about 5 feet away, and scoped in on some unseen target. I must act now.

Reaching down to his hip, Kelvin slowly drew his combat knife from it's sheath. Oiled and honed to a razor's edge, it was terribly efficient in the right hands. Today it would be chirstened in this man's blood. Steeling himself, Kelvin suddenly sprang forward, and brought his arm up, clamping his hand over the enemy soldier's mouth as he plunged the blade into his neck. The dead man's reflex pulled the trigger on his weapon and an errant sniper bullet flew off into nothing as the man crumpled to the ground, silenced. Wiping the blade on the combat suit of the now-lifeless corpse of the enemy, Kelvin sheathed his knife, and took the man's tags as a sign to the enemy, and after quickly looking about, pressed forward towards his objective. Soon he came upon the deserted city square, heavily fortified by paranoid EU forces with barricades and Rorsch-type stationary railguns. Kelvin ducked behind one of these emplacements briefly to avoid fresh reinforcements accompained by an APC, en route to the front line. In the distance, Kelvin could already make out his objective... the command tents, the resupply beacon, the rotating radar emplacements...

With all haste, Kelvin made his way forward, keeping to cover as best as he could, running through or behind buildings and debris to cover his approach. Activating his active camoflauge, Kelvin became as a ghost for the final sprint across open land to the command outpost proper. Knowing he didn't have much time, Kelvin immediately set to planting his charges. To his dismay, he realized that half of his charges were missing, and he was left with only 5. With 2 charges required to completely destroy each asset, Kelvin was faced with a quandry. Finally, he decided to destroy the most potent assets, and wait for resupply. In quick succession, the enemy commander's link to his orbital strike and tracking sattelites were severed. Knowing that he was now in immediate danger of discovery, Kelvin immediately withdrew to observe.

Within a minute, several engineers appeared and after doing a quick search of the area, set to work repairing the assets. Their shoddy search would be their downfall. Creeping forward, Kelvin took from his pack his last demo pack. He placed it with utmost care on the wall next to the two engineers hard at work repairing the damaged asset. Stepping back behind a corner with utmost care, Kelvin activated the detonator. A smirk crossed his face as the explosion ripped through the unsuspecting enemy and left a smoking crater in their place.

Spying a supply crate nearby, he quickly dug through the enemy's cache, and found more explosives. Less elegant than his own precisely calibrated charges, they would nonetheless work well for his purposes. Without hesitation, Kelvin destroyed the other two assets, and was about to cloak and withdraw when he felt the ground shake beneath him. Looking towards the road, he saw his own troops advancing rapidly on the enemy post, with two battlewalkers under their control. With relief, Kelvin withdrew behind his army's advance and sat down in an abandoned civilian vehicle as his troops overran the command outpost and raised the Pan-Asian Coalition flag above it.

This was a day to be remembered... and it would be. The EU would now be forced to withdraw further, and it was only a matter of time before the war would be over...