After a long night of worrying, people began to wake up. I was still on watch. I looked on top of the mountain, and adjusted my grip on my guns. The large metal structure on top of that mountain was the key to our success. It was where most of the Alliance troops were raiding from, and where there armies picked up supplies and rested. It was going to be a tough nut to crack, but the hopefully the strange readings theorized to be new tech and the potential disruption of the enemy supply lines would be worth it. We could then reliably sue for peace, and hopefully grab the previously mentioned plains. If we did this about 40% of our actively engaged military would be freed up for helping to defend the Rissi. They were nowhere close to being integrated yet, and the warfare going neck to neck, with every inch of ground being fought over, a single addition of our supersoldiers may win another battle. The new suits were being sent to them as fast as possible, but that wasn’t nearly fast enough. After the Battles of Ivory Tower, the Juncathari-Councils front line was being sent the best troops and equipment. The biggest issue was a lack of available Neutronium, and a lack of factories to produce what else we needed. Our squad could stop a war with this single battle. I took a deep breath, and woke whoever wasn’t up already. We were expecting many soldiers to be there.
I lifted up my arm, putting the small transmitter to my lips. “Are we ready?” The pilots in the Oort fighters responded nearly immediately.
“We are all good to go, and so are groups 3 and 4. Group 2 met a few problems and had to leave to assist in the defence of Factory 114. We should be good anyway. But, just in case, we have more reinforcements on the way. Sensors detected far more extensive underground facilities that’ll provide a tough challenge.”
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“Damn. How soon will the reinforcements be here?”
“In around an hour, but we should attack now, while they are most vulnerable.”
“Attack in 10 minutes then, we’ll be there.”
“Confirmed.” I lowered the transmitter. Everyone readied themselves, than began a breakneck run up the mountains. Before while we had been running, there had been some light chatter and jokes, but now, our lives were on the line. There was 64 of us instead of the planned 83. The reinforcements would lighten the load, but there was a very real chance of people dying here. We usually didn’t send people into battle on account that it would very likely result in a heavy loss of resources, enemies figuring out tech, and it was just plain immoral. Hopefully we’d get through this, but odds weren’t looking good. As we heard the loud alarms begin to ring sounding like metal screeching on rocks, the Oort fighters began to bomb the hell out of the place. Then, as turrets came over the walls, and shot off a few cryobeams, we knew something was wrong. This place didn’t dictate as heavy defences as this. Cryobeams were the ace of the Alliance military, and things did NOT look good.
The only other place that had those defences was their cities and high-priority factories. What was going on here?