Attendance at Fortescue Military Academy M1 Y:2142
House Thoth, Squad Leader, Squad Zero
M1 Rank: 1/1275, Tier 3 M-Rank: Null
Term: 1, Round: 5
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Myrmidon had analysed thousands of M3 battles going back five years through all the intra and inter-academy tournaments. The AI had analysed and distilled those battles into five hours of condensed tactical and logistical information.
None of the tactics on show that day surprised Daedo. It was exactly what Myrmidon was brilliant at. What would have taken over a thousand hours to complete himself, the pair was able to achieve in five hours. Granted, Daedo had the cliff notes version, but it was sufficient and much better than watching five hours of the latest finals.
M3 Osiris Squad Zero (6) def M3 Amun-Ra Squad Zero
Osiris had one cadet left standing when they defeated Amun-Ra. It was an extremely close battle.
Next, M1 Thoth was up against Shu M3 Squad One, which had just trounced M1 Horus without losing a single cadet.
A battle from Barran’s perspective.
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Barran lined up next to Gaumont. He put on a brave face; it was up to him to instil confidence in the rest of the squad, especially Gaumont. But what he felt on the inside was entirely different. This squad had completely decimated Karine’s Horus squad … the squad they barely defeated in a close match.
Since that Monday night, the dark genius and the nerdy girls had upgraded the exo and railgun in particular. M1 Horus had been given the best exos Fortescue could get their hands on and had five of those PPCs.
That sort of equalled it out.
Barran hoped this wasn’t going to be insanely embarrassing. He didn’t care what his family thought – his sister in particular. Master Nader was the one who’d put them in this mess, so he didn’t care what she thought either.
No.
Babes would be watching this match.
Lots of them.
He had confidence that the dark genius would pull something out of the bag so they wouldn’t be too embarrassed at least. He had faith in that. Barran thought of Daedo as a dark genius because of his hair colour and Mediterranean complexion. In comparison, he had blonde hair and a fair complexion. He used to think of Daedo as a short genius, but that was too clichéd, and Daedo would surely grow. Maybe.
Orders were filtering through; he had better pay attention.
Daedo: Vanguard, you are to stick together and proceed to the central map location. Seek cover and give each other cover where possible.
Advance past two hundred metres under direction only.
The liberos will stay in touch. Shadowing you.
Your direct opponents are fast, in mesh exos, wielding photon blades and pistols. They will try to kite you or circumvent you. This is where we will have the upper hand. Block their fire, and if they get within striking distance, pounce. Until they are circumvented or dealt with, use the cover of the buildings as much as possible. That’s the primary way to keep the railguns off you.
It’s okay if you get pinned. You can still pounce from a pinned position.
Understood?
The directions were simple. Daedo was like that. He would not give convoluted directions. He would issue plan B, C, or D in the field and not communicate all the variables beforehand. Too much information up front would just confuse them.
At first, Barran thought there was no way this guy should be in Zero.
He was wrong, so wrong.
He really looked up to Daedo now. A lot of people were called ‘genius.’ This kid was the real deal. It was best he didn’t let Daedo know that, because it could go to his head. Barran saw it as one of his responsibilities to keep the squad leader in a healthy mental state. Ego check, healthy confidence boost, and levity were what he provided.
Where Daedo was weak, Barran was strong. In physical prowess, business acumen, and worldliness. Daedo was great at most of the rest. Together they made a great team. Barran could see this partnership going far. As with all things, he would take it easy and not pressure either himself or Daedo. He could just be himself, as could the dark genius, and they would succeed.
Barran looked at Shu. This was M3 Squad One. They were all taller and probably faster than him. But his exo was better. It could take quite a few hits from a photon blade. How many hits from his cestus could they take in a mesh? Probably just the one, but the hard part would be landing one.
Barran yearned for something with a longer reach than the cestus. He would probably end up shield-barging them. He chuckled to himself. The shield had better reach than the cestus, but damn, the cestus did a huge amount of damage. It was concentrated kinetic energy of doom. Making use of his melee combat skills and the exo’s strength, punching a hole through a concrete slab was not an issue.
His current cestus weighed twenty kilograms and was connected to his exo with four hydraulic bars. His striking velocity with or without the cestus was almost the same in the exo. The additional mass added to the kinetic force of his strikes exponentially. If it weren’t for the exo’s strength, his strikes would be considerably slower with the extra mass.
The testing facility set up in their workshop measured his strike power at 14.3 kilonewtons in an exo with his current cestus. His melee strike, lead hand – without an exo or a cestus – was measured at 848 newtons. Barran smiled at the memory. Picard had come in second with 722 newtons. He’d smashed them.
The AR countdown timer had started. Barran took a deep breath. It wasn’t going to be a flat-out charge as he had been doing in the M1 matches, but he still had to find good cover two hundred metres in. Without wasting jumpjets, he would be able to cover the two hundred metres in a little over thirty seconds, accounting for obstacles and making some use of cover.
3 … amber … green
Go!
Barran launched himself down the wide street, heading directly towards the central built-up area. His HUD would warn him if an inbound shot was coming. Daedo’s AI was typically the fastest, alerting him moments before the round reached him. There would be less time for a railgun round, but Myrmidon was great at anticipating enemy actions. He couldn’t wait for the day when Jenkins was that smart.
A ping appeared on his HUD. The red letters, EVADE, were central to his forward view and flashed for only a fraction of a second. The meaning was clear: Dodge, motherfucker, dodge!
Barran used his right jumpjet and immediately veered to the left, his momentum carrying him forward and his jumpjet pushing him laterally. Then he dove and rolled to the closest building.
No railgun round sounded. Most likely, he’d moved before the trigger was pulled. He didn’t doubt Daedo and his AI for one second.
Too fast, he said to himself. He was still a block away from the appointed front line. Barran decided to climb. He could use gravity and small jumpjet activations to avoid any further snipe attempts. He would save his shield for later. Hitching his shield onto his back, he climbed the six-story building. The AR made it look like an apartment building, but with no imagination; there were never any women showering or doing exercise in skimpy clothing.
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When he reached the top, he darted forward. There were always storage sheds or different types of poles on top of buildings to use for cover. There was still no sign of the enemy. They had four melee combatants and four ranged in this match.
Barran jumped from the building across the street, reaching out to the next and grabbing it with one hand. Using the force of his feet and hand against the building, he slid down the southern side. The enemy was to the north, and unless they had flanked him, he was out of the line of sight at this location.
Barran was two hundred metres in, four hundred from the enemy starting position. There was zero chance of being flanked at this time. But it would not be long before that was a possibility. Gaumont was closing on his position using his shield for cover.
Daedo: Hold that line.
Which basically meant Barran was to stay in the area but not stay put and make himself a sitting duck. The way Daedo worked was to drill certain manoeuvres, and the cadets worked on their own skills. In a battle, he would give general direction. However, it was up to the cadet to implement it how they saw fit. A simple command charge down left flank could be carried out a hundred different ways.
Barran liked this style. They worked together, but he still felt free to use his own instincts and skill to pull off a general directive.
Gaumont pulled up beside him, and Barran nodded to the east side of the building, to the right. He would take the left.
There was no need to top the building. With their grapplers and medium exos, the liberos would handle the z-axis.
A ping appeared on his HUD. Two mesh, northwest, just over one hundred metres. Barran tracked their path but stayed out of all their possible lines of sight. Someone else had an eye on them; there was no need to show himself unless they lost track.
A second ping came up. The other two mesh on the northeast and moving wider. It looked like they were going for a pincer, except the west side was narrow compared to the east.
There was railgun fire. Barran noted it was from his squad and against the western duo. He speculated as to the reason. The enemy now knew they had them locked without any damage dealt. It was stupid, so there had to be a reason.
Just then, the mesh duo from the northwest headed wide. Instead of continuing their line north, they moved northwest themselves. They were trying to flank the vanguard and liberos with their railguns holding down the centre.
Barran waited for an order. He expected Daedo to direct him west, or there was a small chance he would hook up with Gaumont and go east to head off that duo.
It would only be seconds before Shu got into flanking position, and he wondered what was taking Daedo so long.
Daedo: Barran, Gaumont. Charge north. Take down the railguns in melee.
‘Charge’ was a term with a specific meaning. It meant, ‘Run like a motherfucker!’ As opposed to advance, which meant to achieve the position cautiously.
Barran unhooked his shield and attached it to his right arm. There would be little time for bouncing from cover to cover.
As soon as it was in place, he took the corner and bolted north. He didn’t know what Daedo had planned, but his role was simple. The mesh would either be drawn to him or occupied with the liberos and railgunners.
He had split from Gaumont. They were better off using their shields and dividing focus. If one lost a shield, they would hook up, and the remaining shield bearer could provide cover. The shield was an excellent form of defence versus a railgun. A round could penetrate the shield and still damage the cadet. But its speed would be greatly reduced, and the damage to a heavy exo would be negligible. The shield could take dozens of those hits before it started to disintegrate.
Every time Barran heard a sonic boom, it was a few milliseconds after the warning on his HUD. When he saw the warning, he did all he could to twist and, while still covering himself with the shield, angle it away from the oncoming trajectory. This could deflect the round if he was quick enough, and if not, lower the damage done to the shield. His most important objectives were to avoid headshots and to close the distance quickly.
So he took a round head-on; it was better than wasting time rolling on the ground.
There was no sign of the meshes coming after him. No warning. Which meant his role was to take down the railgunners. What he needed to do was get to close range before they killed him. Figuratively.
For inspiration, Barran imagined several hot girls watching him run, jump cars, kick walls, deflect rounds, and basically be a badass as he closed the three hundred metres between himself and the railgunners.
They were shooting at him and Gaumont. All their positions were being tracked now. So unless they could do something to fool Daedo and his AI, those little red dots were his targets.
Daedo: Faster, vanguard. Less caution, more speed.
Barran thought he must have been talking to Gaumont because there was no way he could go any quicker.
As Barran closed to fifty metres of the first red dot, he took a hit to his right shoulder. A full railgun round with no dispersion from his shield. The railgunners were all still in front. Two groups of two. They couldn’t flank him. He would take the closer group to ensure there were no free shots. Once he was engaged, they took the chance of hitting their own squaddies.
They were atop a building on the next block. A tall one. He could make it with ten seconds of jumpjets. But that would leave him exposed unless he used the building to his right and ran the wall. That would give purchase, mobility, and offer cover from the second pair of railgunners to the east.
It only took a fraction of a second to decide. Engaging both jumpjets, he went up a few metres and turned on his side. He kept them both engaged while he ran across the vertical building surface, the wall run operation automatically giving more juice to the lower jet and turning it to face the ground at the correct angle.
Barran dashed towards the railgunners and up the building, swinging his shield back in front. It was catching the wind, but that couldn’t be helped. You didn’t mess with railguns. Especially good ones like these.
He saw a message on his HUD. Gaumont had gone down before reaching his target. Before negative thoughts or doubt crept in, he imagined a full squad of Amun-Ra hotties cheering him on. ‘Go, Barran, go!’ they screamed in ecstasy at his prowess, just like in one of those mecha stories.
He screamed as he flew. “Die you fuckers!”
Barran hit the top of the building he was aiming for, and the two railgunners had already begun to scramble. They would most likely retreat north and allow the other two to flank him. He would have none of that.
He twisted as he flipped his feet, touching the building only once. Shu scrambled off the rear of the building while Barran let his jumpjets shut down as momentum helped him breach the northern end of the building. Gravity would take over.
There was no time to pull his one-handed minigun from where it was stowed on his back. It was unwieldy to run with compared to the cestus, but he would have liked to have it in hand at that moment.
He would just have to close the last of the distance as the Shu cadets scampered. They were in heavies also. Fairly old school. If they were returning long-range fire, it made the most sense. They weren’t used to other heavies being significantly more mobile than theirs. Not at M2 level intra-level. And although they were now M3, this was the first term for them as well.
Barran picked a victim, the one on the left. He was taller than Barran; they both were. But not by much, the two years’ advantage in age was all they had.
The Shu cadet landed and rolled to the side. Barran was still falling. Before the Shu cadet finished his roll, Barran had activated his jumpjets again. He still had a good twenty seconds of juice. He would land on top of the M3 cadet if possible.
The second cadet was rolling as well. He couldn’t see what Barran was doing before he made that decision. Otherwise, he would have pulled his railgun and started firing.
His leap off the building should not be unexpected. It must have been the speed that surprised them. Barran still had momentum from his fifty-metre charge when he topped the building, and it didn’t wear off entirely until midway through his fall.
He crashed his boots down onto the cadet. It was one thing AR couldn’t protect someone from. Since they could get hurt, this sort of physical attack brought real fear from other cadets. It was nothing the medical centre couldn’t fix, but no one wanted to be kicked or punched with 14 kilonewtons by a cestus. Luckily for Shuby, it wasn’t, in reality, a 14-kilonewton hit, because the cestus was an arena version. But his strength counted towards the damage, and the melee hit was still real. It would bruise, crack ribs, and puncture lungs. But it wouldn’t kill.
Barran’s foot smashed into the M3 Shu cadet’s side, causing him to wince and curl up. He was probably winded. Barran had to hit him until the system declared him incapacitated at least.
One clean crack to the head, and jump. He hoped that was enough because staying motionless would lead to a railgun round in the back.
The message came across his HUD. The M3 Shu cadet called Vaughn was down.
Barran spun, facing the direction where the other railgunner was expected to finish his roll. This Shu cadet was kneeling, and he was looking down the barrel of a railgun. Barran brought his shield around and charged. The round hit him full in the chest moments before his shield was in place.
The Amun-Ra squad of eight hot girls, which only existed in Barran’s imagination, was sure to be in rapture as he bounded heroically, while wounded, across the fifteen-metre gap separating him from the Shu railgunner.
Another kill message scrolled across their HUDs, but neither the Shu cadet nor Barran had time to pay it any attention. One cadet was desperately trying to fire another round in the moments that remained, willing his loading mechanism on, while the other was getting his shoulder behind his shield.
The Shu cadet would not get away since he had chosen to stand fast and fire. His round loaded into the chamber as Barran hit, causing the railgun barrel to swing up towards the sky.
The Shu cadet lay on his back, floored for a moment. And a moment was all Barran needed to torso twist and bring down his cestus onto the opposing cadet’s face mask. This time he did not jump after hitting his opponent; he was almost on a knee above his quarry.
Another message flashed across the HUD, indicating that Barran killed Silva with a cestus, and Thoth now had five kills to Shu’s three.
As Barran read the messages, two railgun rounds hit him in the chest, killing him. He was incapacitated until the match was over. He would just have to lie where he fell.
Shu now had four kills to Thoth’s five. Thoth only had seven cadets to Shu’s eight. Which meant there were only three remaining from each team.
As Barran lay there dead, he imagined the Amun-Ra girls one last time. They wept over his heroic demise.