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A Dragon Once: Beyond Rastho Prime

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A Dragon Once: Beyond Rastho Prime

Postby Ella2 6 » Fri Jan 04, 2019 10:28 am

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Beyond Rastho Prime

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By: Ella

“Those who embrace life perpetuate death. Those who embrace creation perpetuate destruction.”
- The Mantra of the Dragon




It's been a full month since the United Autonomous Republic entered the great war against the Morimpan Empire on 102/01/12150HE with the outbreak of the Rastho Prime Incident. Since then, the two powers had encountered each other on two additional battlefields. Rastho Prime itself had been secured by Admiral Jefferson after sixty days of intense fighting against Fleet Lord Kyv'Tamara.

However, only twenty-eight days earlier, the Morimpan invasion of the allied system of Ascillia had begun and the Empire prevailed some forty-eight days later, having all but destroyed Admiral Ferreiro's garrison and interdicted all of the Ellian reinforcements, preventing them from entering battle. Only a fraction of all Ellian vessels deployed ever returned to Bastion following the defeat.

Determined to press their advantage and maintain momentum, the Morimpans pushed thirty million vessels into the neutral system of Aulux on 071/02/12150HE. Only twenty-eight days later, the combined forces of the local Aulux Navy and the Ellian Starforce repelled the invasion with Pyrrhic losses to all sides involved. Morimpan Fleet Lord Paq'Bucyvy was forced to retreat from Aulux with only a fifth of his remaining forces while the Ellians lost even more.

All the while, the United Autonomous Republics' Royal Starfleet had been marching swiftly into the theatre, regrouping at the UAR forward military base in Outpost before commencing a twenty-five-day voyage to Aulux to relieve the exhausted garrison. Yet, even as help was on the way, tensions grew in the region as the Aulux peoples threatened to close its borders to the Dominion of Elliannia, the largest allied military power in the entire region and the homeland of all Ellians.
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Re: A Dragon Once: Beyond Rastho Prime

Postby Ella2 6 » Fri Jan 04, 2019 10:28 am

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The Forsaken Regiment

Follow the clones of the Forsaken Regiment (177th Division, Ellian 12th Clone Army) and their Ellian commanders through the wastelands of Nos'Goth as they are brought up to the frontline from the rear and witness the horrors and virtues of modern warfare for the first time in their accelerated lives.

102/02/12150HE The Forsaken Regiment I
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The Fifth Quadrant,
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Re: A Dragon Once: Beyond Rastho Prime

Postby Ella2 6 » Fri Jan 04, 2019 10:29 am

The Forsaken Regiment I

102/02/12150HE

Rastho Prime, The Rastho Prime Theatre
Tos'Hoth, Nos'Goth
Has'Both Road, Hoh'Suth Woods
Clone Second Lieutenant Cuddles


The Battle of Nos'Goth had been raging on for the past month or so and the end was finally within sight. With the Morimpan fleets driven out of the system half a month ago, the army was trapped upon the planet and set upon by the locals. Now, the remnants of the once proud conquerors were shattered and scattered across the world, hiding in the craters and ditches of the battle-scarred terrain, awaiting either death or rescue. For the moment, it must have seemed to every Morimpan that death was inevitable, if not imminent as supplies and ammunition was depleted day by day.

Weeks of relentless shelling have made quite an impression on the landscape. Has'Both Road used to run through densest parts of Hoh'Suth Woods. There was no longer a single tree in sight; from the foreground to the horizon, the scene was a panorama of utter desolation. The burning husks of tanks, planes and even orbital debris littered the field, sending plumes of smoke skywards. Between the dark pillars, the bodies of the dead and wounded shot days ago lay, their bodies contorted in every angle of agony.

The road itself no longer bore any semblance of a man-made structure to the civilisation that built it, erased from the face of Nos'Goth by marching, bombing and the unforgiving dust storms that now swept through the devastated ruins. In spite of all this, the hardy wildlife of the Gel'durk homeworld are already steadily repopulating the area. The first sign of life on the seemingly endless barren fields, blackened from weeks of intense fighting, was the pale shoots that had been steadily sprouting out of patches of slightly less-damaged ground over the past few days. For the weary soldiers of the Forsaken Regiment, these tender greens served as a reminder of life beyond the bitter struggles of war.

Columns of heavy machinery crawled across the landscape, the rumbling of their powerful engines was almost deafening in the unusual silence. Immense blades bulldozed the road clear of wreckages and flattened craters while men and equipment scraped up the fragmented concrete and laid down fresh pavement. On the roadside, in a clearing seemingly untouched by the fires of war, a field hospital treated the wounded while labourers buried the deceased. The complex of tents was, per custom, neutral territory, and staffed by doctors, surgeons and nurses and soldiers hailing from every nation involved in the conflict.

A large shield generator in the centre of the camp, generously donated by the Ellian Starforce guarded the camp from stray shots. The wide area contained within this protective sphere - an region some hundred metres across - was a demilitarised zone where only the scalpel and saw was allowed entry. Anti-aircraft and point-defence batteries girt the perimeter, their task to vapourise falling debris before they hit the sanitarium. Several small tents prepared hot meals to serve the hundreds of thousands of servicemen and patients working in and around the area, each optimised to meet the specific dietary requirements of the multi-racial workforce.

The huge shadow of a medical dropship loomed overhead, its various thrusters igniting in sequence to bring her down on the adjacent landing zone, the fiery engines kicking clouds of ashen dust into the air. As the nebulous masses settled, the bright red crosses painted onto her hull split open and ramps deployed themselves onto the ground. First, the supplies were unloaded, then the sick and wounded were carried aboard, destined for the medical stations and hospital ships in orbit. She was just one of the unfathomable millions of such dropships that ran planned circuits around the planet's myriad battlefields.

A second dropship soared overhead, its whitewashed hull showing signs of damage as Morimpan fighters and missiles trailed its graceful movements. It was not until the Forsaken Regiment's anti-aircraft platoons opened fire that the pursuing fighters were finally forced to break off and withdraw, though they continued to circle high above the area, like vultures awaiting carnage. The bright blue tracers from allied anti-air batteries tracked their erratic flight, dissuading such lingering.

Cuddles glanced up as a nearby self-propelled anti-aircraft gun joined the fray and opened up skywards, its chassis rocking as the super-sonic autocannon lobbed round after round into the air. These tracer-like plasma bolts were merely a distraction while the tank's laser emitters moved into position. She watched them for a few more seconds before unzipping command tent's flaps and ducking inside. The dusty breeze swirled in around her and she quickly zipped the door shut behind her.

"It's a wonder how the fish still have planes after all these days," she mused aloud, gesturing the skirmish in the skies. Her companion, a blue-haired and orange-eyed Ellian holding the rank of colonel, merely grunted in reply. Cuddles watched her almost wistfully, disheartened by her lack of commentary.

The senior officer glanced up at her aide. "Um... Sorry. I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?"

"It's nothing," the clone replied, setting down a plasteel bottle on the table, "Here's your tea." The colonel thanked her with a nod before turning back to her computer. The second lieutenant removed her helmet and placed it on the table as well. "What are you reading?" she asked, peering at her superior's screen.

The Ellian was quick to respond. "Um. A message from Brigade. We're being redeployed to Jut'Loth."

"Jut'loth?" Cuddles echoed, bringing up a map of the area on her tablet. Spotting the marker, she enlargened the picture to reveal a formerly Gel'durk fortress city some distance behind the frontline and not far from their position. According to the labels, an estimated one hundred thousand Morimpans garrisoned the fortress. "Is it just us being redeployed?" She asked, tentatively zooming in on the city's reinforced battlements and walls. Massive guns housed in armoured turrets jutted out from the city at every angle.

"Um, no. The entire division is moving to support the siege," the blue-haired girl answered, "Major General Dunameii is requesting additional reinforcements, though it is dubious that he will receive any at this stage." The colonel rubbed her forehead wearily. She could guess what the top brass was thinking: Standard doctrine often emphasises the challenges and intricacies of urban warfare, favouring ten-to-one odds for the attacker. These were the founding principles of the universal truths embodied in The Art of War, the military theory that all Ellian commanders were ascribed to; the basis of all material taught in all war academies.

Major General Dunameii read it. Colonel Tsunamoyo read it. Some clone officers such as Cuddles herself also read it in passing. However, the pink-haired girl could not help but feel that the leadership missed the fact that it was not just a simple city - it was a fortress. She could tell her commander was having similar thoughts too. She sighed inwardly.

"I told the Regiment to move out in two hour's time," the Colonel decreed once more, "We should be in Jut'Loth by dinner time. Could you head down and oversee regiment H-Q pack themselves up?"

"Of course, Ma'am," Cuddles agreed. She picked up her helmet and was about to leave when it suddenly struck her that the Colonel would usually supervise these proceedings herself. "Colonel Tsunamoyo..." she began, turning back to her commanding officer, "Are you..." She trailed off, unsure how to phrase the question. "Is something wrong?" She eventually inquired, "You usually do this yourself."

"Oh, um. I'm leaving ahead with the support companies to rendezvous with Brigadier Shurston," Tsunamoyo explained, "Major General Dunameii wants to set up all divisional artillery assets as soon as possible. He's worried about the fortifications."

"Understood," Cuddles affirmed, saluting, "The rest of the Regiment will be with you by dinner time, Ma'am."

The colonel returned the gesture from her seat. "Farewell," she bid.

Cuddles let herself out into the dingy air once more. The anti-air platoons had fallen silent by now and the medical dropship has taken off from the heated sands, her hold loaded with patients. The humanitarian vessel passed, unmolested by anti-aircraft fire, over the Morimpan lines, her rockets igniting to push her back into orbit. Another Ellian dropship entered the atmosphere behind her and was instantly subjected to volleys of missiles. Her fighter escort broke off to counter the threat while she forged onwards to her drop zone. It was simultaneously disturbing, yet strangely beautiful, Cuddles reflected, and she would not have it any other way.
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