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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Cillian was enthralled by the match. “Three each,” he breathed.
Stanley’s mind was also entirely focused on the match, analysing the moves and countermoves from each of the squads. While Shu had excellent tactics and skills, the Thoth squad outplayed them at every turn. They moved as a unit, as if they had been together for years, and their tactics were sublime. He’d thought Shu had them nicely boxed in, but in hindsight, he now realized that with a single railgun round, the Thoth commander had moved his Shu opponent where he wanted him.
What transpired next not only surprised the Shu cadets but Stanley as well.
Stanley assessed that even if Shu had taken different countermoves, it would have played into Thoth’s hands just as well.
The only reason they were currently level was the advantage Shu had in numbers, age, and skill. The handicap of seven cadets for a Zero originated as a handicap for the top squad was due to it possessing the seven cadets with the highest potential. It served an additional purpose that in order to reach that potential, they needed to be challenged.
Just as M1TS0 (aka Mitso) was being challenged today.
A small chuckle escaped Stanley’s mouth. Their master was ruthless. Superb, but ruthless.
The issue with their seven starting number was the fact that they were competing against a top M3 squad with eight.
M3SS1 (M3 Shu Squad One, aka Messi) was left with two railgunners, one being the squad leader, Mayer, and a single photon blade-wielder in a mesh exo.
Mitso was left with two long-range railgunners and the squad leader, who used a launcher, grappler, traps, and had a short-barrelled railgun. The mid-range Mitso cadets were versatile. It was another element Stanley liked about that squad’s tactics.
The last Messi photon blade-wielder was in hiding. Chasing the Mitso leader was a deathtrap. The reverse was the same. While the railgunners were occupied with Mitso vanguard, Mitso was able to take out three photon blade-wielders. However, now that the vanguard was taken care of, the long-range arsenal that decimated Horus was back in the mix.
If the shorter of the two Mitso vanguard was as skilled as the taller one, Barran, this match would already be over. But that was unfair; not many M3 exo operators could pull off the moves that Barran did, and this pair was just in M1.
Thoth’s midfield had lost one cadet to the railgunners and the other to the photon blade-wielders. What was impressive was how Thoth pushed the close-combat Shus into disadvantageous positions and into lines of fire. Half the time it was just a well-placed grenade from their launchers.
The Thoth leader had set up four static lines in curious positions that became suddenly obvious when a mesh exo was corralled or stalled for a few moments.
While one of the Thoth railgunners provided cover fire, the second crept up the eastern border of the map. Since she did not fire, the enemy would not know her location unless they spotted her with infrared or visual. The dampeners on the bodysuit nullified all other means of detection.
Two smoke grenades went off, and Stanley noted that the squad leader placed them in a position that would allow him to get the close-combat Shu into a line of sight.
But he didn’t go that way. He moved very carefully up a building using his grapple to swing around to the western side and then again to the southern of a building to the north. The noise of the grapple was obscured by precisely timed railgun fire. Railguns were loud, which Thoth used to its advantage. When they hit Mach 4, it was the perfect cover for the thud of a grappler.
“Their timing is good,” Stanley muttered, and Cillian just nodded. He was not saying much either.
It was like watching a mouse getting caught by a cat. The Shu cadet manoeuvred himself to get LOS where he thought the Thoth cadet was moving to. The Thoth squad leader pulled out his railgun, stowing his launcher. He was probably out of ordnance.
As soon as the Shu cadet was visible, the leader’s railgun boomed, taking the mesh exo out with one hit.
“How did they know the instant the Shu cadet was going to pass that building?” Cillian whispered.
“Calculation and anticipation is the only answer; there was no LOS from any of the Thoth cadets,” Stanley said.
Messi only had its two railgunners remaining.
Thoth’s leader began to mobilise towards his opponents. While one of his railgunners kept overwatch, the other crept up with the eastern line. The Shu cadets might be confused about the source of the railgun fire. They would have seen two of the Thoth midfield carrying short-barrel railguns on their backs. However, up until now, they had not used them. There must be questions in the minds of the Shu squad. Which cadet was the source?
The Thoth leader made good use of the grappler and his speed. Twisting or a slight jumpjet manoeuvre at the right moment made the Shu railgunners miss time and time again, while they made themselves open to the opposing railgunners by taking the shots.
Shu was playing into Thoth’s hands again.
M1, Stanley thought and shook his head. Cillian was right, there was something different about this squad.
The closer the leader got to the Shu railgunners, the more they had to leave cover to take a shot at him.
To counter the anticipation of the Thoth leader, Shu began to fire in tandem, one cadet aiming directly and the second taking a chance on the targets’ evasion route. This was a difficult proposition. It was hard enough hitting the fast-moving cadet, let alone estimating and aiming down a predicted trajectory in a fraction of a second.
It was enough to slow the cadet down. He began to time every second movement and exposure to LOS with reload times.
Stanley suddenly noticed the supporting cover fire was missing for three of Shu’s defensive fire. He quickly looked where the other two Thoth cadets were. He’d been so engrossed in the movements and predictions of the leader that he lost awareness of the other two.
Cadet Vannier had moved to the highest available point on the map. The leader had effectively mesmerised the railgunners. At first, Vannier added cover and return fire, but then she moved, and they missed her change of location. It was impossible to be harsh on them; Stanley had also missed it.
The other cadet, Picard, was getting closer to the railgunners. She moved slowly to minimise the chance of discovery. Her covert action was excellent to have avoided detection thus far. She was also helped by her leader who was acting as a decoy for both of his railgunners.
Stanley speculated on the next move. Based on their strategies thus far, he guessed the Thoth leader would use himself as bait, possibly dying in order to give the other two cadets an excellent LOS opportunity to take out one – if not both – Shu cadets. This would be a good strategy to win an exo match. Not so great in a real war.
The Thoth leader, Daedo, waited behind a building. He stowed his railgun and brought out his launcher. Stanley now knew Daedo did have grenades left, and he carried the railgun to this position merely to mislead the opposition. It would only work for a moment; as soon as a salvo was incoming, they would know. It was the detail this cadet went to that impressed Stanley. Every minute action was calculated.
It began. The Thoth leader launched three grenades – probably his last – to the Shu position. The Shu cadets only realised they were incoming at the last moment, and they scrambled off the south side of the building. They had to stand in order to run, and Vannier began to fire, hitting one in the back. The Shu cadet’s heavily armoured exo barely saved her.
Stanley wondered why the second railgunner didn’t fire. What was she doing? Why wasn’t she in place? He quickly scanned the area.
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“She has a photon blade?” He wondered what was happening. Picard, who was in medium exo like the leader, was almost on top of the Shu cadets. She was very quick before engaging jumpjets; as soon as she rounded the last corner, she engaged them and flew towards her prey.
“She must have picked it up off one of the Shu cadets,” Cillian said, now that he saw the Thoth cadet brandishing a photon blade.
It was within the rules that cadets were able to loot and use weapons during a match. Of course, they had to return the equipment after the match, and taking an exo was not permitted.
“This is the fourth time they surprised me,” Stanley admitted. It was a high compliment.
Cillian nodded. They were much better tactically than they showed during the M1 trials. This squad had lifted their game to another level. Or as he had assumed at the time, they were hiding their level.
Picard was excellent with the photon blade. She was obviously given a gunnery role for a reason, but she could easily have been in the vanguard with those skills. He would have liked to see her go toe-to-toe with Shu’s photon blade-wielders.
She flew into Shu’s squad leader, Mayer, quite literally. Picard was horizontal due to her jumpjets, and while Mayer was also engaging jumpjets, she was unable to get away from Picard.
If this wasn’t AR, it would have been messy. Picard’s horizontal slash would have decapitated Mayer, who had no melee defence. Mayer was occupied with escaping; she did not even lift her railgun to block.
The last Shu cadet, Keller, fired at Picard, managing to hit her leg. The AR governor immediately adjusted her movement capability. Instead of trying to close the gap, Picard threw a frag grenade, forcing Keller to retreat and preventing him from taking a second shot for a few seconds.
Keller ran and jumped, his railgun reloaded. He turned to face Picard while momentum took him backwards. It would be difficult for him to defeat the three Thoth alone, but as a cadet should at this level, he was giving it his all.
Keller fired, and Picard dodged as best she could. The round took her in the shoulder, and the AR governor calculated that was enough to incapacitate her. She went down, unable to move, the photon blade rolling out of her hand.
Before Keller could recover and escape, the Thoth squad leader had cleared the building. His line was open. Speed not only assisted in mitigating or avoiding damage, but its primary benefit was the ability to achieve an opportune position within a limited timeframe.
Daedo stood behind the Shu cadet and finished the match.
The box window HUD scrolled with the killboard information for the match. As it did at the end of every match.
“Well,” Cillian said, exhaling as if he had been holding his breath for a minute or more. He beamed at Stanley.
Stanley did not have an excitable personality. He was methodical, disciplined, and temperate. He gazed levelly at Cillian. “I would think you’d be more excited about your son’s performance than a Thoth squad from M1?”
Cillian looked abashed and must have felt guilty. He replied sincerely, “I am, I am. It’s just … this squad is so amazing. In all the years we’ve supported Fortescue, I haven’t seen anything like this.”
Stanley nodded. He did not mean to exact a guilty response from Cillian. The Marais were a loyal bunch to family, friends, and even Fortescue.
“What’s your assessment?” Cillian asked.
“Can I give it after the group rounds are finished? This is only one match,” Stanley said.
Cillian nodded. “The next match is starting.”
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The next match was a repeat of Horus’s first match. Stanley concluded after watching twenty minutes of the action that Horus was talented for M1, and if he were to guess, probably only second to Thoth. They had excellent equipment, probably better than any other squad. But not by a great margin. While they were tactically sound for M1, they were lacking experience compared to the M3 squads.
Margins were small when it came to the elite matches, and although these were tier one, they were not inter-academy elite. The marginal differences that existed caused Horus to lose again with only two kills this time.
M3 Osiris Squad Zero (2) def M1 Horus Squad Zero
Thoth was up again, this time versus Amun-Ra. It became apparent that the main reasons Thoth M1 succeeded where Horus failed were their tactics and execution. These were a cut above the other squads. It was another close match with Thoth winning and two cadets left standing.
M1 Thoth Squad Zero (5) def M3 Amun-Ra Squad Zero
Osiris, which was undefeated in its first two matches, lost to Shu Squad One.
M3 Shu Squad One (5) def M3 Osiris Squad Zero
M3 Amun-Ra Zero (2) def M1 Horus Squad Zero
Whether it was fatigue or just that they were up against a better squad, M1 Thoth was not invincible. They lost their next match against Osiris, who had only one left standing when they took down Picard.
M3 Osiris Squad Zero (6) def M1 Thoth Squad Zero
M3 Shu Squad One (5) def M3 Amun-Ra Squad Zero
After nine matches, Cillian, Stanley, and Andre perused the leaderboard.
“It’s going to come down to the wire,” Cillian observed.
M3 Shu Squad One had 10.4 points after competing in four matches – winning three and losing one.
M3 Osiris Squad Zero had 10.0 points after competing in four matches – winning three and losing one.
Currently, Mitso had 6.7 points with one final battle to go. They needed to win and have three or more cadets standing at the end. They were up against a squad that had lost every match, only killing two of the opposition at most – M1 Horus. Karine Fortescue’s squad.
If M1 Thoth squad won with three remaining cadets, they would score 3.4 for the match, which would take them to 10.1 and into the semi-finals.
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Sophie Marais was as tall as her husband, 1.8 metres, or six feet in the old imperial scale. She had dark hair, almost black, which was cut short, curving down to reach the bottom of her neck. Her skin was pale, and although there was no doubt she was well beyond her twenties, it was uncertain whether she was in her thirties or forties, judging by her looks alone.
She was a strong leader for Marais Industries – confident, firm, and fair. Generous when she could be and a hard negotiator when needs demanded.
When the match between Amun-Ra and M1 Horus was underway, she interrupted her enthralled husband and his companions Stanley and Andre.
“Cillian,” Sophie said. She paused for a moment while his name being called cut through to his brain. “We have an important guest who would like a word.”
Cillian turned around. He and Sophie had been together for almost two decades; there was no way she would interrupt this round of matches unless the person who was the important guest trumped the event and his entertainment.
Standing slightly behind Sophie was a lovely woman. They were almost the same age. She was slightly taller, elegant, and smiling brightly.
Where Sophie was strong, straight, and firm, this woman was all smiles, oozing generosity and a personality that could charm the paint off one of his industrial vehicles. The chrome-plated variety. She had long auburn hair that curved and swept down her body. She was wearing an academy bodysuit similar to the masters. It was black with one adornment, the word ‘FORTESCUE’ printed in iridescent silver.
She needed no introduction. It was Yasmin Fortescue of the Fortescue Group. Probably the second most powerful person in the organisation behind her husband, the CEO. Some would argue that as head of acquisitions, she was the most influential.
Cillian bowed and tried to speak but the words weren’t forming correctly.
“Oh, Cillian. No, no. This is your box – please, I feel embarrassed,” Yasmin said pleasantly.
For all her power and wealth, she was sweet and kind. But this was what she displayed; in order to fulfil her role, she had to be ruthless at times. It just did not hurt to charm potential business partners or victims, and that was where she excelled.
She took his hand and gently shook it. “Now, where can we talk in private?” she asked.
Although the group owned the Fortescue Military Academy, Yasmin had no idea what was where in the stadium. Whenever she was on academy grounds, she would be led to where she needed to go, whether by an entourage or a robot. And it was not often that she was on the grounds. Once, or at most twice a year, she would attend for specific reasons such as the most important inter-academy tournament that decided promotion or demotion. Or the graduation ceremony of the U3 cadets that coincided with an extended board meeting which reviewed the five and ten-year plans for the academy.
Sophie promptly led the pair to the rear of the box where a sliding door opened automatically. It was a sealed room for communications when guests needed quiet and privacy. Sophie stood near the door, waiting for a sign from Yasmin whether she was required or not.
Yasmin was astute. She looked at Sophie and said, “Would you like to stay, or are you busy? It’s not confidential, nor is it earth-shatteringly important.” Yasmin watched Sophie’s body language and smiled. The other woman was still unsure. “It’s in relation to my daughter, in a way.” She watched as the cogs began to tumble in Sophie’s head.
“Then I will not intrude any further,” Sophie said, and promptly left with a wave.
The door closed.
Cillian shifted nervously. He still had no idea what this was about.
“Let me put you at ease, Cillian,” Yasmin said politely. Her tone was soft, her voice lulling.
He nodded, a small smile slowly cracking his features. “Please,” he said, indicating for Yasmin to go on. The match was forgotten; he would skim the data later.
“As you know, my daughter’s squad hasn’t been doing too well. Their elevation to the M3 competition is problematic. It wasn’t cleared through Xavier or me.” She paused and began to pace. “She was given an important task, and I hate to see her failing before getting to the first hurdle.”
She stopped pacing and looked a little distraught. “When I asked her why she was in this tournament, she screamed at me about this other M1 squad. We can’t turn back time and undo these events, but entering the M3 T1 group was disastrous for her confidence and her squad’s confidence in themselves and her.”
Cillian thought he knew where this was going.
“I didn’t know what I could do, and I need to help her. The pressure that comes from the Group onto a young Fortescue can be enormous. Especially when that young person is ambitious and as driven as she is.” By now, Yasmin was almost pleading with Cillian.
She said, “The M1 chiefs submitted an executive summary to me within minutes of my request. I was impressed, but I gather they’ve been monitoring these events much closer than the mundane academy issues.”
Cillian merely nodded and smiled encouragingly.
“I digested the report and came to a conclusion. It’s simple,” she stated confidently.
“The Thoth squad is the answer, not the obstacle she believes it to be.” Yasmin shook her head in mild annoyance. “Yes, they could have been an inspiration, a spur, but the gap is too great. The chiefs spelt it out clearly. The academy’s profiling is flawed; they grossly miscalculated the potential of one of the cadets. And that potential has inspired and propelled most of his squad.”
“I have come to the conclusion that if she wants to achieve with the academy like her father and gain Tier 2 promotion, she needs to at least work with them. The ideal option for her would be to acquire their best members for her squad. Or as a worst case, join them.” She shook her head again, knowing the last part was likely impossible.
“And you are telling me this …?” Cillian let the question hang.
“I need someone friendly to the Thoth squad to investigate her options,” Yasmin finished.
Nope. Cillian didn’t know where this was going after all.