Novella Marine's Last Redoubt - Revision history

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 This did not sit well with many of the locals, but with no way of matching the League superiority on the ground and in the skies, there seemed little choice but to accept this new reality. That is until conflict flared between the ULP and the Antareans.
-As near as a grunt like Malcom could tell, the situation on the ground had unfolded something like this. Oberon Incorporated, a well-known Federation arms developer, had bought up a large chunk of real-estate groundside prior to the war, most likely intending to exploit the mineral wealth offered by this rich prospect. By chance (or possibly design) the area the corporation occupied lay just southeast of the continental equatorial line, which served as a defacto border between the land controlled by the HBA, and its various enemies. Unfortunately, this meant that the corporation was subject to the outrageous tariffs imposed by the HBA and its business partners for moving freight and raw-ore off-planet. Somehow, Oberon’s facilities escaped much permanent damage during the fighting, and over time had built up an extensive complex as and many warehouses and sub-orbital storage and transport facility. Oberon’s CEO, one Tobias Marthal, was a vociferous Antarean patriot, and his company was suspected of having deep ties to the Crusader resistance movement. Oberon itself was relatively unscrupulous, and never above using underhanded tactics to drive its competitors out of business. The corporation also maintained a standing army of private “security officers” (a.k.a. career mercenaries) that gave it (arguably) the combat capacity of a small nation, something not illegal within the League but at the same time highly troubling. When fighting broke out between the League and the [[Nation_AF_Antarean_Federation|Federation]], Oberon took its chance to flex its muscles, seizing several installations owned by its corporate rivals.
+As near as a grunt like Malcom could tell, the situation on the ground had unfolded something like this. Oberon Incorporated, a well-known Federation arms developer, had bought up a large chunk of real-estate groundside prior to the war, most likely intending to exploit the mineral wealth offered by this rich prospect. By chance (or possibly design) the area the corporation occupied lay just southeast of the continental equatorial line, which served as a defacto border between the land controlled by the HBA, and its various enemies. Unfortunately, this meant that the corporation was subject to the outrageous tariffs imposed by the HBA and its business partners for moving freight and raw-ore off-planet. Somehow, Oberon’s facilities escaped much permanent damage during the fighting, and over time had built up an extensive complex as and many warehouses and sub-orbital storage and transport facility. Oberon’s CEO, one Tobias Marthal, was a vociferous Antarean patriot, and his company was suspected of having deep ties to the [[Crusader_War|Crusader resistance movement]]. Oberon itself was relatively unscrupulous, and never above using underhanded tactics to drive its competitors out of business. The corporation also maintained a standing army of private “security officers” (a.k.a. career mercenaries) that gave it (arguably) the combat capacity of a small nation, something not illegal within the League but at the same time highly troubling. When fighting broke out between the League and the [[Nation_AF_Antarean_Federation|Federation]], Oberon took its chance to flex its muscles, seizing several installations owned by its corporate rivals.
 Nearly three weeks ago, elements of so-called “security” units had landed on-planet, ostensibly to protect the corporation’s business interests. This news was made more troubling by reports of Imperial scouting units discovered sniffing around the outskirts of the system. The [[Misc_Antarean_Imperial_Space_Navy|AISN]] had hit worlds up and down [[Misc_Treadway_Defense_Systems|the Treadway Line]], and Triarche sat just outside’s its zone of relative protection. Since the world was still technically neutral, a direct attack by the AISN seemed unlikely. But with news of rogue Crusader elements sighted in action once again, naval command had deployed the Medea class carrier Egret and its small flotilla to the system to support the ULA forces on the ground as well as defend against a possible Antarean attack from outside the system. Hypothetically, the force was supposed to be sufficient enough to deter the small AISN raiding parties that might menace the orbital facilities in-system, and prevent any kind of ground landing that could damage the mining operations taking place on the planet’s surface. However, this is exactly what appeared to have happened.

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 Making a hot, high-altitude drop into an urban combat zone with an unknown quantity of enemies in support of friendly units, which may or may not still be alive was a poor enough prospect already. But factoring the poor weather conditions and the lack of solid intelligence made this more like a suicide mission than a valiant rescue attempt. Still, Malcom noticed more than enough faces rigidly fixed into stony smiles to be assured that his men wouldn’t break so easily. But the storm was worsening.

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 This boom was not without its price however, as the world grew and gained in prestige, so did the rivalry between the various groups of settlers, as each major continental power sought to control the lucrative mining business. Eventually, the northern city-state of Helbourne made an alliance with several other major colonial settlements on it’s corner of the world’s main continent and managed to come to some measure of dominance over external trade. Helbourne boasted the only full-sized landing pads and docking facilities on the planet and thus maintained a stranglehold on local exports. This fact angered many of the other continental city-states which in turn formed alliances designed to break the hold which the Helbourne Alliance, or HBA, enjoyed over offworld trade.
-This touched off a series of planet-wide conflicts which over a hundred years. Being a fractious, but ultimately neutral world, there had been little reason for the ULP to even consider conquest. Still a minor agricultural power during the Unifications Wars, it wasn’t until nearly a hundred years afterwards that the gielcam deposits were discovered. Their wealth gave many of the planet’s sovereign nations the unique position of being able to bargain with the ULP on relative parity, and as there was never a true representative planetary government, there was also no way to truly absorb the planet. Which was why the League Army had been happy to intervene in the planet-wide struggle.
+This touched off a series of planet-wide conflicts which over a hundred years. Being a fractious, but ultimately neutral world, there had been little reason for the [[Nation_ULP_United_League_of_Planets|ULP]] to even consider conquest. Still a minor agricultural power during the [[Event_Unification_Wars|Unification Wars]], it wasn’t until nearly a hundred years afterwards that the gielcam deposits were discovered. Their wealth gave many of the planet’s sovereign nations the unique position of being able to bargain with the ULP on relative parity, and as there was never a true representative planetary government, there was also no way to truly absorb the planet. Which was why the [[Misc_United_League_Army|League Army]] had been happy to intervene in the planet-wide struggle.
 It had taken five years to quell the raging violence, and another five years before planetwide elections could be held with any degree of security. Being the pre-eminent power on the planet, the HBA’s representative, Paul Jai-Saunders, easily swept the polls, becoming the planet’s first prime minister, with an ironic term of five years. In that time, the League had seen fit to install a permanent “peace-keeping” garrison. This title was in fact a misnomer, as it was common knowledge that the ULA forces on the ground were there to quietly safeguard the new office, as well as to ensure the flow of gielcam off-planet remained uninterrupted.
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 This did not sit well with many of the locals, but with no way of matching the League superiority on the ground and in the skies, there seemed little choice but to accept this new reality. That is until conflict flared between the ULP and the Antareans.
-As near as a grunt like Malcom could tell, the situation on the ground had unfolded something like this. Oberon Incorporated, a well-known Federation arms developer, had bought up a large chunk of real-estate groundside prior to the war, most likely intending to exploit the mineral wealth offered by this rich prospect. By chance (or possibly design) the area the corporation occupied lay just southeast of the continental equatorial line, which served as a defacto border between the land controlled by the HBA, and its various enemies. Unfortunately, this meant that the corporation was subject to the outrageous tariffs imposed by the HBA and its business partners for moving freight and raw-ore off-planet. Somehow, Oberon’s facilities escaped much permanent damage during the fighting, and over time had built up an extensive complex as and many warehouses and sub-orbital storage and transport facility. Oberon’s CEO, one Tobias Marthal, was a vociferous Antarean patriot, and his company was suspected of having deep ties to the Crusader resistance movement. Oberon itself was relatively unscrupulous, and never above using underhanded tactics to drive its competitors out of business. The corporation also maintained a standing army of private “security officers” (a.k.a. career mercenaries) that gave it (arguably) the combat capacity of a small nation, something not illegal within the League but at the same time highly troubling. When fighting broke out between the League and the Federation, Oberon took its chance to flex its muscles, seizing several installations owned by its corporate rivals.
+As near as a grunt like Malcom could tell, the situation on the ground had unfolded something like this. Oberon Incorporated, a well-known Federation arms developer, had bought up a large chunk of real-estate groundside prior to the war, most likely intending to exploit the mineral wealth offered by this rich prospect. By chance (or possibly design) the area the corporation occupied lay just southeast of the continental equatorial line, which served as a defacto border between the land controlled by the HBA, and its various enemies. Unfortunately, this meant that the corporation was subject to the outrageous tariffs imposed by the HBA and its business partners for moving freight and raw-ore off-planet. Somehow, Oberon’s facilities escaped much permanent damage during the fighting, and over time had built up an extensive complex as and many warehouses and sub-orbital storage and transport facility. Oberon’s CEO, one Tobias Marthal, was a vociferous Antarean patriot, and his company was suspected of having deep ties to the Crusader resistance movement. Oberon itself was relatively unscrupulous, and never above using underhanded tactics to drive its competitors out of business. The corporation also maintained a standing army of private “security officers” (a.k.a. career mercenaries) that gave it (arguably) the combat capacity of a small nation, something not illegal within the League but at the same time highly troubling. When fighting broke out between the League and the [[Nation_AF_Antarean_Federation|Federation]], Oberon took its chance to flex its muscles, seizing several installations owned by its corporate rivals.
-Nearly three weeks ago, elements of so-called “security” units had landed on-planet, ostensibly to protect the corporation’s business interests. This news was made more troubling by reports of Imperial scouting units discovered sniffing around the outskirts of the system. The AISN had hit worlds up and down the Treadway Line, and Triarche sat just outside’s its zone of relative protection. Since the world was still technically neutral, a direct attack by the AISN seemed unlikely. But with news of rogue Crusader elements sighted in action once again, naval command had deployed the Medea class carrier Egret and its small flotilla to the system to support the ULA forces on the ground as well as defend against a possible Antarean attack from outside the system. Hypothetically, the force was supposed to be sufficient enough to deter the small AISN raiding parties that might menace the orbital facilities in-system, and prevent any kind of ground landing that could damage the mining operations taking place on the planet’s surface. However, this is exactly what appeared to have happened.
+Nearly three weeks ago, elements of so-called “security” units had landed on-planet, ostensibly to protect the corporation’s business interests. This news was made more troubling by reports of Imperial scouting units discovered sniffing around the outskirts of the system. The [[Misc_Antarean_Imperial_Space_Navy|AISN]] had hit worlds up and down [[Misc_Treadway_Defense_Systems|the Treadway Line]], and Triarche sat just outside’s its zone of relative protection. Since the world was still technically neutral, a direct attack by the AISN seemed unlikely. But with news of rogue Crusader elements sighted in action once again, naval command had deployed the Medea class carrier Egret and its small flotilla to the system to support the ULA forces on the ground as well as defend against a possible Antarean attack from outside the system. Hypothetically, the force was supposed to be sufficient enough to deter the small AISN raiding parties that might menace the orbital facilities in-system, and prevent any kind of ground landing that could damage the mining operations taking place on the planet’s surface. However, this is exactly what appeared to have happened.
 Nearly a day ago, Egret’s sensors had picked up a fairly large group of hyper-footprints slightly beyond the edge of the hyper-limit. Assuming a major Antarean push was under way, Commodore Anislov Promiya ordered the majority of the taskforce to sweep out and engage the enemy forces before they could reach the range to make cee-fractional strikes on Triarche’s planetary targets. He left the frigates Battleaxe and Auger of Fate behind in low-orbit, to deter any smaller vessels that might break through, and to secure a backdoor in case the fighting on the system’s fringes went sour.

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 Place: Triarche
-Staring through a reinforced glasteel observation port on the starboard drop-pod bay of the Dragoon class troop transport Hawkbill, marine sergeant Malcolm Bryon watched the tiny droplets of condensed water wick away from the dropship’s window as the heavy craft plunged through yet another of Triarche’s year-round thunderstorms. His combat-suit’s helmet automatically dimmed to filter out much of the intensity of the zig-zagging trails left by arcs of lightning as they passed around the ungainly ship to strike some minute point on the planet’s surface. Turning his attention from the window, the marine eyed the holographic status-readout being lasered directly onto his retina by the helmet’s computer-system. He mentally ticked through the various points in an identical fashion before every deployment. Environmental-status, check. Magazine storage, check. Heart-rate and blood pressure, nominal. Technically, it was something every marine was supposed to do, but Malcom had turned it into a ritual.
+Staring through a reinforced glasteel observation port on the starboard drop-pod bay of the [[Ship_Dropship_USN_Dragoon|Dragoon class troop transport]] Hawkbill, marine sergeant Malcolm Bryon watched the tiny droplets of condensed water wick away from the dropship’s window as the heavy craft plunged through yet another of Triarche’s year-round thunderstorms. His combat-suit’s helmet automatically dimmed to filter out much of the intensity of the zig-zagging trails left by arcs of lightning as they passed around the ungainly ship to strike some minute point on the planet’s surface. Turning his attention from the window, the marine eyed the holographic status-readout being lasered directly onto his retina by the helmet’s computer-system. He mentally ticked through the various points in an identical fashion before every deployment. Environmental-status, check. Magazine storage, check. Heart-rate and blood pressure, nominal. Technically, it was something every marine was supposed to do, but Malcom had turned it into a ritual.
 He turned slightly in his harness to look down the line of suited marines facing the dropship’s armored insertion-pods. Regina Evans sat directly to his right, the supple marine corporal had her helmet-mic off, but Malcom could see her lips moving silently behind the helmet’s faceplate. Probably praying, he thought to himself. He had no interest in gods, if he lived or died he wanted to be on his own terms.

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 Making a hot, high-altitude drop into an urban combat zone with an unknown quantity of enemies in support of friendly units, which may or may not still be alive was a poor enough prospect already. But factoring the poor weather conditions and the lack of solid intelligence made this more like a suicide mission than a valiant rescue attempt. Still, Malcom noticed more than enough faces rigidly fixed into stony smiles to be assured that his men wouldn’t break so easily. But the storm was worsening.

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