House Thoth, Squad Leader, Squad Zero
M1 Rank: 1/1275
Term: 1, Round: 2
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Daedo: Everyone head to the west side of the square, formation alpha. Barran, Gaumont, withdraw and get into adequate cover until everyone is in position. I’ll head to the east side and suck them into a pincer-like ambush. We’ll make them pay for allowing their position to be known so easily.
Axel-Zero: They are so arrogant.
Everyone else was quiet. An arena match was not the time for idle commentary. The cadets had to stay focused, so comms were limited to orders and tactical information. It was a practice known as ‘comms discipline.’ While there would be some squads who chatted, bantered, and added commentary to every move, Squad Zero was serious when it came to arena battles, and particularly this one. Comms discipline was just second nature to these cadets, even Barran.
Gaumont and Barran retreated to the north and west, ducking into cover and forcing the enemy to lose sight of them. They had taken minor damage from a couple of standard assault rifle hits to their heavy exos.
Barran: From what little I saw, Horus has one PPC, numerous assault rifles, and one flamer.
The PPC was a particle project cannon; an experimental weapon that emitted an ionic bolt. There were other versions that emitted proton bolts, but an ion cannon was the most common. The damage it dealt was both thermal and kinetic. The standard AR version did considerable damage but at a great cost to energy from the reactor. There would be no energy remaining for jumpjet usage – and vice versa – with one of those weapons. On the plus side, it consumed no ammo.
Daedo: Who has the PPC?
Barran: Fortescue.
No surprise there. The only question was, did she have a more advanced version registered in the AR, or was she using the standard? The range of the standard was medium at best. The information from Barran was extremely valuable; knowing the limitations of each weapon helped form strategies. The assault rifles, which were probably standard, were good at all ranges, even long. By themselves, they didn’t do a great deal of damage, but when three concentrated fire, the versatile weapon was a good choice. The flamethrower was for dealing with anyone who got to close range.
Vannier: We’re in position.
She was speaking for herself and Picard. Shortly, Mace and Axel-Zero announced they were in position as well. Enemy fire had died down, which meant Horus had lost line of sight of Barran and Gaumont for the last thirty seconds.
Daedo, in the meantime, had been skirting around to the east side. He gained as much height as possible (while at maximum range for a grenade launcher) on the east of Horus’s last known position.
Daedo: Squad, prepare for the attack. I will engage from the east. As soon as I as do, I’ll try to lead the enemy away. When you hear ‘Go,’ charge the enemy’s rear. I’ll call the shots while I’m alive. As usual, if I go down, command goes to Vannier and then by house rank.
As soon as Daedo reached the top of the building, he could see the backs of most of the Horus squad. They were focused on the west, as expected. They had spread out to three buildings instead of one, and he could only see six of them.
Daedo did not wait for a warning to ring out. He immediately lobbed a frag grenade on the closest building in range where two Horus squad members lay. Before it even landed, an alert rang out through the Horus squad. The two squad members were not able to dodge the grenade entirely and took some damage. Then they began to focus fire on him.
Leaping over the edge of the building, Daedo used his grapple to jump on the wall of the next building to his east. After retreating off the top of the building, Horus had temporarily lost sight of him.
Daedo: Go! Go! Attack now!
There would be time before his squad engaged, however; they were out of the line of sight and out of range.
Daedo hung on the south side of a building near the corner to give himself eyes on any approaching enemy. He wished for a scout drone at that moment.
Myrmidon: Fire in 3, 2, 1.
Myrmidon hard-marked a location to the west on Daedo’s HUD. The AI was calculating possible trajectory and position of the enemy. While many travel paths were possible, Myrmidon only showed the highest probability outcomes with an audio cue.
Daedo fired a grenade. The pair timed it to land as the enemy topped the building, giving them no time to dodge.
Myrmidon was rarely mistaken, which was proven again on this occasion. As predicted, the grenade landed at the feet of two Horus cadets.
The spectators watching holos of the match were astounded at the accuracy of the grenade launch. Chatter ensued.
Was it a guess?
How did he know?
Did another squad member have eyes on the opponent?
No.
They have no spy drones or cams.
Then how?
Until one said:
He is Daedalus. He just knows.
The feed was delayed, preventing spectators from communicating information with combatants. But as far as they were concerned, it was live. A few minutes’ delay might put the action in the past, but it was not a replay. All action was new to the academy cadets outside of the arena.
Myrmidon was picking up sounds from the Axel bodysuit which enhanced his monitoring capabilities. The suit also had radar and lidar, which were useless unless one wanted to broadcast their own position. Daedo had radar suppression on, hiding in case the enemy decided to engage radar to find him – which anyone would do in certain circumstances. If they had a drone, they could use its lidar or even radar. It would be toast soon afterwards, however.
Daedo was busy using hit-and-run tactics on the enemy, who now all appeared focused on him. He used Myrmidon’s predictive capabilities and lobbed frag grenades – with seconds of flight time – to land at the appropriate place. He could even lob them over buildings and into positions of cover. These shots would give the enemy seconds to move out of the way, but their heavy exos reacted sluggishly. They were not adept at dodging incoming grenades
The armour on Horus’s heavy exos was exceptional. They had taken hit after hit from the grenades and all except one were still operable.
They’d landed a few rounds on Daedo too, but nothing that concerned him yet. He gauged they were suitably angry at him. He did not need to communicate with his squad; he knew they would be engaging in mere seconds.
Daedo presented himself on top of a building. He was out of grenades and all his enemy could see was his light exo wielding a large swordlance held in front of him.
Where was that before?
The spectators chatted. They hadn’t seen the swordlance. It should have been on his back, sticking up above his head. Daedo was not that tall.
Paget-L shouted over the Horus comms,
Paget-L: Smash the scat!
Presumably, scat was slang for a short person from the lower class who pissed her off.
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Horus descended upon Daedo with Assault rifles firing. The flamer was charging trying to get into range and steal the kill himself. A PPC bolt shot across four buildings with amazing range and damage. This was not a standard PPC.
Before the flamer arrived, smoke covered the area where Daedo once stood. The PPC bolt had impacted with the cement platform, turning it from a slab to dust instantaneously. It was at this moment that Horus encountered return fire from behind.
Barran and Gaumont were running as hard as they could, but damn Daedo was leading the enemy away from them, not towards. For every three steps they took towards the enemy, they only gained one. The only time they gained substantial ground was when their opponents took cover.
Barran was much faster than Gaumont, but the drills and tactics forced him to stay with Gaumont for now – at least until Gaumont engaged or was down. Gaumont was his shield, but they were ambushing the enemy. Barran wanted to charge in with his own reasoning and emotions egging him on. But his discipline held. He would stay with Gaumont, at least until the enemy was in sight.
Picard and Vannier put their heads together.
“His range is this,” Picard said, placing markers on a virtual map. “The enemy is here. It’ll place him here when he engages.”
“Assume he’ll draw them east and fight in a retreat,” Vannier added. “Even if it is Daedo, it’s still one versus seven.”
A ping popped up on their virtual map. Daedo hadn’t spoken aloud but had indicated where they should set up … or at least had given them a guide.
“Well that makes it easier,” Picard said.
“Let’s trail Barran,” Vannier said. “I assume Daedo will time our assault with his charge. We just need to remain hidden and reach this point as Barran engages.”
Picard nodded. They could easily outpace even Barran in their light exos, which apparently now had a better armour factor than mediums. They had a better speed enhancement than mesh, but tactics meant they couldn’t always use its power to the fullest. Tactics, in this scenario, was about being in position without being seen.
The two railgun cadets topped each of their adjacent buildings. They were close enough to have similar lines of sight to focus fire and far enough apart to make return fire more difficult. Four hundred metres was the maximum range in the optimal segment. Their position was two hundred metres behind Barran and Gaumont.
Axel-Zero and Mace were trailing the two heavies when Barran and Gaumont charged two from Horus’s assault rifle brigade.
One of the Horus squad members was focused on Daedo when Gaumont’s flamer lit up his back. It was a free shot – Gaumont was handed a kill on a platter. However, his celebration was drowned in the ensuing combat. As his flames spewed forth, a PPC bolt flew from their south across four hundred metres to Daedo’s position. They had not caught Karine Fortescue in their pincer.
Barran closed on Lola Paget – or Paget-L, as she was known in the academy. He could not have lucked on a better victim for his first kill in his new exo and with his weapon of choice. Heavy cestus. Or was it cestii, since he had two? He didn’t care.
Her armour had been damaged, presumably by Daedo’s frag grenades. Although it appeared pristine, the AR overlay showed signs of damage. The AR did not report numbers like hit points; it was supposed to be realistic. The enemy was alive until they were incapacitated or dead. They must be attacked until the AR showed they were down. It even gave a kill message for the killing blow.
There was one thing about AR weapons like the cestus. Barran still got to hit things, but rather than the heavy alloy chunks of metal, he had some sort of absorption compound. The impact was going to be calculated, like any AR weapon, but his opponent would feel something – albeit reduced dramatically because of the change in material. The fact that Lola Paget, the prissy little bitch who was Fortescue’s lapdog even before the academy, would feel him hitting her gave him immense pleasure.
He smashed her back with every ounce of strength he could muster. Although his cestus was fake, her armour was real. And fortunately for her, it was very good heavy armour. She fell prone, and after a follow-up love tap to the back of her neck, the AR reported her death.
Engagements were happening simultaneously across the map. Picard and Vannier had started to fire, and Fortescue changed her target to the Thoth heavies.
Paget-A took cover from the railguns. The Horus squaddie with the flamer never did reach Daedo; he turned and sprinted back under orders from Fortescue.
Paget-A and her partner began to fire upon the two railguns. They were within range, and those two versatile weapons were capable of short, medium, and long range. They switched to single-shot to enhance their accuracy. It was their role to tie down the two long-range weapons. They had a much better rate of fire, even with a single shot.
Fortescue wanted the railguns focused on her two surviving assault rifles while her two trump cards would take down the challengers. Forgoing her own personal protection, she sent out her second trump card, Raoult, who was by her side. Raoult would be needed to help deal with the medium-range Thoth while she dealt with the short-range.
Fortescue: Raoult, dual pistols and another grenade launcher. Cut them up.
Raoult wielded a swordlance, much like the one Daedo held when she took him out. It carried an electric shock component. It was heavy and could even be used to deflect rounds by a skilled user. And no one at the academy was as skilled as Raoult.
Fortescue knew Lola’s last position, and the craptastic heavies that Thoth had would not have moved far in the moments that had passed since Lola was taken out. Fortescue aimed and fired two precise shots, taking out one Thoth immediately. The second inexplicably survived somehow and was now behind cover.
“Barran,” she muttered under her breath. She’d actually wanted him in her squad. He was almost as good as Raoult. But she was overruled somehow, and he inexplicably went to Thoth. She did not fight for his return to her, as she wasn’t looking forward to dealing with him, and just let it go.
As Fortescue lined up the railgunners flank, Raoult took on the pistol wielder – Axel-Zero, one of the non-threats. Fortescue was mainly concerned with Mace, Barran, and Vannier. And now Daedalus, or Daedo, the famous CyberMech player, had deigned to join her academy. Mace, who ranked third in M1, was another who had tanked her entrance tests like Daedo. And Fortescue wondered if that was planned or if the tests were not thorough enough.
She was quite happy for all the potential engineers to end up in Thoth; they would assist her in later years. And those engineers needed a leader, a position that Vannier, the likeable girl, was ideally suited for. Thoth, however, was not supposed to be challenging her handpicked Horus team. And it was time to put them down.
The boom of a railgun rang out. Fortescue thought those things made too much noise to be an effective sniper rifle. The fact that the rounds travelled at such high speeds, they not only broke Mach 1 for a sonic boom, like most guns, but they could also break Mach 2 and 3. The nature of their mechanism made it impossible to muffle.
She lined up a Thoth cadet – it wasn’t Vannier, it must be Picard – and fired. Her advanced PPC prototype was the best weapon available from the Fortescue group. The AR was kind enough to add huge amounts of debris when the bolts impacted a building due to its insane damage. Its range – its best attribute – was not a mere hundred metres but an astonishing five hundred metres maximum range, with zero to two hundred being optimal. But even at four hundred metres, its massive damage was good enough to take down a standard heavy mech in one shot. If Raoult was her second trump card, her advanced heavy exos were her third, which made her Particle Projection Cannon prototype her main asset.
Fortescue changed position and asked,
Fortescue: Does anyone have eyes on any Thoth squaddies?
Raoult: I’m engaged with a grenade user. A second one.
Fortescue: That would be Mace. Take her out.
Paget-A: I have Vannier. Wait – Barran just popped up and … OUT.
Aline Paget didn’t have time to talk on comms with Barran in an enhanced heavy exo charging her position. He had been damaged significantly. The AR indicated scarring across one of his sides, impairing his movement. Although his exo had suffered no damage in reality, when the AR calculated non-lethal damage, it would affect any impairments that non-lethal damage caused. Cadets always argued that the effects were overstated by the AR adjudicator because no one liked being handicapped.
Paget-A twisted as Barran flew through the air, diving over their cover. She had changed from single shot to burst automatically when she saw him and continued to shoot him as soon as she got out of the way and was able to turn.
Barran crushed her partner with two strikes to the head. He was now deactivated and probably in real pain. She returned the favour by firing short bursts into his helmet.
At this range with her accuracy, Paget-A was able to burst headshots easily. But as Barran charged her, she began to waver. For the first time, she got an inkling of the difference between a simulation and the real thing. He wasn’t going to kill her, but his fist would actually hit her. Her aim suffered slightly.
She began to wonder what his armour rating was. He’d taken a hit from Karine’s PPC and now several rounds from her rifle. In her own armour, she couldn’t dodge very well. Barran was moving much better in his heavy armour than she could ever hope to achieve in hers.
He closed on her, but instead of dodging, he ran straight at her like a bull. What took seconds felt like a lifetime. She emptied her entire clip into his torso. By now she’d given up on headshots; she was panicking, and her accuracy dropped significantly. At least she had the wherewithal to realise that and took steps to accommodate.
Her heart began to pound faster as the skirmish evolved. Nothing she’d done previously had prepared her for this. Barran was roaring as his charge brought him within a few steps. Paget-A had been backpedalling, and her retreat came to a halt when she bumped up against a building. Her first clip was empty, and she fumbled with another.
“Goodnight, sweetie,” Barran said as his massive fist collided with her head.
She fell to the ground in a kneeling position. She would have fallen over, but the building and her exo had prevented that.
Barran paused, confused why she hadn’t died from the blow. He didn’t know that her armour, like Fortescue’s and Raoult’s, was better than the others. He also didn’t realise that she wasn’t dead but merely stunned. Something the AR adjudicator did not enforce in the arena – the fact that her stun was genuine. She finally loaded her clip and began to fire after regaining composure.
Barran swore.
As the rounds from her rifle hit his midsection, he swung a hammer blow at her head. A blow that never reached its intended target. The AR adjudicator deactivated him before he could finish the strike. Paget-A stood and kicked him. Barran fell backwards and couldn’t move, as he was presumed dead. All he could do was watch the kill message appear on his HUD.
“Feck!” he swore to himself. He would never hesitate or prejudge again. He would pound an enemy until he got the death message.
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Raoult stalked Mace. Or was it Mace who was stalking her?