Posted by: lordkyler | May 7, 2011

Convergence – Part Seven

Welcome to another installment of the competitive chain story that inspired Convergence as it now stands. Please read the previous sections first.

In today’s section, we’ll meet some different viewpoint characters, taking the battle to the ground. As usual, sections that were written by me are in bold, sections written by my brother are in italics. Enjoy.

6.4.3. 16:65

So, the fools thought they took down the communications building. Their Thunderer bombs had drained the shield a small amount. These new shields were so strong. And it’s amazing what you can do with holograms these days. To our eyes, it looked like the building was blown to smithereens. Not so. Even if the shields hadn’t been able to withstand the thunderer bombs, the building would have been able to withstand 3 or 4 of them. As the ship that had been following us left, we made our way to the compound.

“We need to call the ships in. They are preparing for a ground attack,” I told the general.

“The ships have been called in as of…” The general checked his watch. “16:58. We need to gather more people to fight. You are in charge of recruiting. Now get to it.”

“Yes sir.”

-Major Morvagim

6.4.3. 16:83

I am Talosa Varak, major in the Holdar Ground Forces, and Skipper of Talon squadron. Cptn. Phinirri had joined to assist the ground effort, controlling from Invasion HQ. I was somewhat unsure why a space navy captain was controlling ground forces, but I knew the Supremacy must have a good reason. Most likely, I assumed, he was a tactics and strategy expert, a talent that would give him a nice edge on the battlefield of the stars. Turns out I was right. Our team moved through tunnel after tunnel. Individuals had been apprehended, and promptly disabled with a nucleus charge. They were shipped off to HQ as prisoners of war. The Kassisii may have had an excellent assortment of ships and other craft, as well as large scale weapons; after all, they were based off of our designs, but nothing matched the power and innovation of the Holdar Army. This was why we had decided to open the invasion with ground troops. My unit snapped against the walls.

We wore XO body armor, outfitted with micro hydraulics, that made us more than a hundred times stronger than we already were. We could run at [65 mph], jump more than [50 feet], and our senses were highly attuned and enhanced. Added to state of the art technology, our squadron alone could withstand thousands of Kassisii. We came to a door. The map on my screen showed the room behind to be a station designed to control one of the ground to space cannons. This was a secondary objective, but the opportunity was to good to pass up. The door was double enforced steel/rhodium alloy, that looked like it could take a pounding. I kicked it in. The hinges and locking mechanisms were nowhere near as tough as the door itself, or my enhanced strength.

The guards were firing at me even before I cleared the door. Most shots went wide, due to the prismatic effect projected by my suit, but a couple hit me and bounced off, scoring a light mark on the door. By that time of course, our squad was in, and everybody disabled by a blast of siesta flare, which was dimmed by our helmets. We rounded them up, and secured the hallway. Twenty seconds later, a computer tech winged up on a hover board, which, although unorthodox, turned out to be highly efficient. He moved into the room, and my men kept the door covered while I talked to the tech.

“Can you shut down the cannon?” I asked.

“Yes, sir.” he replied. “I can hack directly through the hardware, in fact, and bypass encryptions and security features as easily as you would step around an obstacle.” He had a scanner hooked up to the console. It showed a password screen. He literally shoved it aside and followed a trail from the confirm button to another screen, Flak Controls.

“Got it,” he said. “Now then, I can disable this cannon, and even some others as well, but I can’t take the whole system down.”

“Why not? These have got to have communications with each other.”

“Yes, but for security reasons,” he gestured to our assembled security threat, “Each cannon can only connect through a link to two other cannons, in a triangle. If I had a guy onsite at each control station, or at least at one corner of each triangle, I could do it, but I can’t take it down remotely, I would have to be physically on-site.”

“All right,” I replied, “Do your thing. I want a fleet link installed here, so we can control the whole place from the fleet.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll have it up in five minutes.”

“Good,” I said, moving down the halls. “ I’ll get a guard for you, and set up a barrier at this point.” The barriers are basically blanket shields. You put a relay at each corner, and activate it. If you’ve got a suit or an access key, you can walk right through, if not, you bounce off, just like everything else, matter or energy. We’d installed them at all the points we’ve captured, and I’ll bet the enemy is not pleased.

-Major. Varak, Skipper: Talon sqaudron

6.4.3. 16:96

I raced down a corridor, heading to the Invasion protection HQ. The H.S. had pulled in their ships from around the sun. This meant only one thing. They were going for a ground invasion. My name is Corporal Brocka Velarcon. I am in charge of most of the ground troops. The Telar Squad to be precise. The bulk of the ground forces. The HQ was packed. I made my way to the briefing room. It took about 10 minutes. Simply because I had to take the stairs, and the levied was packed. Once I was in the briefing room, I sat down.

“Welcome. As you may know, the Holdar Supremacy has taken their ships out of orbit. Our spies have told us that they are massing a huge army. Nearly 10,000,000 soldiers. Corporal. How many soldiers are in your division?” The Admiral asked.

“7,000,000.” I said.

“Good. Now then. Major Morvagim, how many in under your command?”

“2,000,000.”

“Excellent. Now then, we need another 20,000,000 to be able to beat this army of theirs. You have two weeks. Get to it. Major Morvagim. I need you to have at least 6,000,000 at the specified time. Corporal. I need you to have 10,000,000 5 days before the specified time. If possible, get more. Meeting dismissed.”

We all left to do some recruiting. Somehow, I got the feeling that I would have the hardest time.

-Corporal Velarcon: Telar sqaudron

6.4.3. 17:03

Their troops were unable to oppose us. Our far superior military skill, honed and perfected by hundreds of years of war, easily beat their rudimentary at best military, grown lazy and indulgent by hundreds of years of peace. But the Holdars had been in many wars, and we hadn’t lost a war yet. (The Gorohond Overthrow was considered a battle in the war for the Kassisii System, which we are fighting even now.) The Gorohond had been their main hope, to throw us into confusion and chaos with their subtle works of deceit and sabotage. Now the Gorohond were out of the fight, flushed out by their own devices.

I had three battalia of cannon on the surface, under the able command of my colleague, General Poloscar, pounding at their shields and we were in position on the first building, and the first step towards their defeat. We had moved into the enemy’s biggest troops barracks they had, used to shelter a million soldiers and vital supplies. Almost all of their troops were gone to counteract our attack on the agriculture facilities, and we quite easily took command of the building.

They were obviously going to try to recruit more people, they had no choice, in fact. They also had no time. I would make sure that their troops had nowhere to come, and nowhere to return to. The building was equipped with their new shields, which we had termed Achilles, and we now intended to exploit the weak spot. After we had scanned the generator and beamed up the schematics, we affixed a grenade to the lower thorax.

The critical weakness for any shield designed to be as quick an install and as powerful as this, must inherently be A) Relatively small and self contained, and B) Fairly Unstable. As soon as we cleared the blast range, we broadcast the detonate frequency. We watched through the small viewscreens we had placed in the area. They would be destroyed soon, but we wanted video feed.

A flash appeared, seeming small because it was contained, but of an intensity that was so dazzling it seemed much bigger. Then came the big one. Tons of pressure slammed with the strength of titans into the building. The shield collapsed as the columnar generator fell in on itself, disintegrated into meaningless dust, failing to even provide the smallest hint of its former power. The walls in the large, magnificent dome were bent outward, stretched to the breaking point, yet, in a testament to the architectural prowess of the Kassisii, remaining standing, supporting the roof with groans and creaks.

Then the Generator core, which might have remained relatively stable under the controlled conditions of the column, was unleashed, with fury few can comprehend, lashing out with multicolored radioactive torrents, aging the walls by thousands of years in a second, and poisoning the area for a star’s age if untreated. The dome began to fall, almost slowly, with kinetic power so great and unimaginable as to defy reason or the science behind it.

Before it could touch the ground, however, the ships had begun firing. The dome, a monument in and of itself, suddenly snapped and shattered like a broken window, with pieces as thick as trees blown about on the superheated air like dried leaves in an autumn gale, slamming into the blackened turf with vengeance, tossing up huge blocks of previously fertile soil like a child throwing mud balls. Our cameras were destroyed by then, and we watched it from the feed from the satellite surveillance cams. The shockwaves were visible from space, and were sufficient to knock a group of their soldiers [twenty miles] away off their feet.

One million soldiers now had no quarters. We moved to the next target. Which, they did not know. And they didn’t have enough recourses to guard them and their food. There was no time to get enough recruits, either. They must choose, and the choice was going to be difficult…

-Major. Varak, Skipper: Talon squadron

[Notes]  First section: Yep, there’s me and Josh, making it so that neither of us really accomplish anything, it just looks like it.

Second Section: Yay, we get a different viewpoint! Although you can see me doing the same thing as Josh, bringing in a space commander for ground forces, but at least I justify/lampshade it a little. Yeah, harduits/body armor may be relatively standard by now, but I like the way it works here, as XO (exo) armor, although it may be overpowered. Also, calling it a “siesta” flare is too Earth cultural, really. Otherwise, the use of hoverboards for rapid transportation, the prismatic deflectors, hacking, turret system, and tunnel blocking shields are all quite good, I think.

Third Section: This whole recruiting thing is pretty bizarre. This is a global emergency, if you don’t fight, you and all your people will be enslaved. There should be no need for recruitment, they need a draft, and instead of recruiters, they need someone finding draft dodgers. Also, the major, who is a simple fighter pilot, commands two million troops? WTH? Also, despite my troopers boasting up there, they probably won’t need three to one odds to really defeat us, not really, It’s just a weird tangent he took there.

Fourth Section: So, I took the whole recruitment/troop quarters thing and decided to destroy it, although really, do you need a building that huge for troop quartering? Anyway, Achilles is also a term that should have been changed. However, those three paragraphs paint quite a vivid picture of the explosion. A bit overdeveloped, but hey, it’s a huge explosion.

More installments coming soon.

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