Chapter 88
Markwarrior
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Chapter 88
“Sir!” the Sensors officer called out as the fleet entered the Utopia system.
“What is it, Ensign?” Anderson asked.
“There are no transmissions coming from Eden Prime,” The Ensign reported. “And there’s some sort of superdreadnought sitting in orbit over the main colony. Wait one,” the Ensign navigated a few controls. “We’ve got a lone signal coming through, it’s a distress call on the standard Alliance frequencies. It’s heavily distorted. I’m rerouting it to Comms so they can do their best to clean it up.”
“Let me know when you have something,” Anderson sighed before activating his Omnitool and patching into FLEETCOM. “All hands, prepare for combat. Normandy and the other ground troops, prepare for drop onto the battlefield.”
“I’ve got the transmission cleared up,” the Comms officer reported. “Patching it through to external speakers now.”
“This is Lieutenant Commander Kaiden Alenko of the 212,” the video played as the Officer ordered around a platoon of Alliance Marines. “Operations Chief Ashley, I want you to get the Machine guns up and running, we have to hold this position at all costs.”
“Copy that sir,” the NCO responded. “Jenkins! Move your ass!”
“The Lieutenant Commander turned back to the comms device. “We are under heavy assault from unknown enemies, we’ve got a few platoons left, but that won’t last long. This message is set to repeat until the comms center is down.”
The video panned upward and showed the underside of the superdreadnought, showing that there were escorts in the form of a handful of frigates and cruisers.
“Sorry sir,” the Comms officer replied. “That’s where the message ends.”
“Get us angled properly,” Anderson ordered. “We’re taking the fleet in at top speed, but I don’t want anything to hit Eden Prime. And get me a link to Captain Shepard.”
“Aye sir!” the comms officer responded as her hands flew across the controls. “You’re in contact now.”
“Admiral,” the calm voice of the N7 Captain responded. “I take it I’m supposed to take the Normandy into stealth mode and deploy my ground forces?”
“You’d be correct in that assumption,” Anderson replied. “The 212 is on the ropes and they need someone to tag in and help them out.”
“Then we’re on the move,” Shepard replied as she turned and faced her bridge crew. “Joker, I want us on Eden Prime Yesterday.”
“Warping time to get us there early, Aye ma’am,” Joker snarked as the Normandy disappeared off of the sensors and began moving as fast as its engines could towards the planet “up” from them.
“Godspeed, Captain,” Anderson said as he cut off the channel and began running some calculations on the built-in datapad on his captain’s chair. “Get everyone into their hardsuits, we’re venting atmosphere now and moving at flank speed to engage the enemy.”
“Alright, people, it’s time to show what we’re made of,” Garrus said to the platoon of Turian Black Watch members that he was in command of. “Hey Steiner, I hope you’re able to keep up.”
“I think you’ll find,” Arthur tucked his helmet down on his head and sealed it, polarizing the visor as he did so. “That it is you who will need to keep up.”
“Settle down,” Captain Shepard said as she entered the cargo bay where the mixed group of soldiers were prepping to go into combat. “We’re dropping you off about a klick from the city and Prothean Beacon that we were supposed to be picking up. We traced the 212’s transmission from around that location and we want to relieve them if at all possible. Due to none of you having Alliance Authority, I will be coming with you to issue orders to any Alliance Personnel that we encounter, with my XO Commander Pressly having command of the Normandy until the op is done.”
“Just us?” Hazen asked as she slammed a magazine into her weapon and checked the chamber. “That’s piss poor odds for the other guys.”
“Agreed,” Wiso said with a sigh as she sheathed her various knives onto her person before ensuring her shotgun and rifle were slung onto her back. “There is no trophy that is worth it if the enemy is weak.”
“Striking your enemies when they are weak is the mark of a successful operation,” Kordak said as he hefted the LMG that was his main weapon, a heat sink stored into a massive backpack that was hooked into the hump of his armor. “If you only desire to fight when they are strong then someone has failed in their duty.”
“Bring it in!” Shepard called out, the armor with the N7 logo seeming to fit her much better than the duty uniform she had been wearing previously. “Garrus, I want you and the Black Watch to ensure that we’re covered from all angles while the Commonwealth spooks run force recon. I trust you two know how to work together.”
“Wouldn't be the first time we’ve run recon for Vakarian,” Hazen said with a smirk. “We’ll handle it.”
“Drop is in 120 Mikes, Captain,” Joker reported. “You might want to hustle, I’m seeing lots of action down there.”
“Steiner, you drop first, we’re right behind,” Shepard ordered.
“Alpha-Nine, move!” Arthur ordered as the ramp lowered and the Terminus Commonwealth forces jumped out of the ship as it lowered itself through the atmosphere, flaring their jump jets to slow their descent as they began to piece together what the state of the ground environment was.
“Hazen, Wiso, I want you two on overwatch,” Arthur ordered as he indicated a hill. “Set up shop while Pockastar goes in and gets a closer look at the beacon and the 212. Hatfield, Kordak, you’re with me.”
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“Sitrep, Alpha-Nine,” Shepard asked as she and the Turian platoon moved through what looked like farmland.
“You’ve got some drones ahead of you,” Hazen reported before two sharp cracks echoed in the air. “Way forward is clear. There’s a cluster of buildings ahead, I’m not seeing any tangos though.”
“Copy that, we’re moving forward,” Shepard replied as they heard short bursts of gunfire over the hill.
“Belay that last statement,” Hazen reported. “I’ve got Alliance Marines fighting someone I can’t make out clearly.”
“You heard the lady,” Garrus said as he started moving forward rapidly. “We’ve got some Alliance Marines that need rescuing!”
The group rounded the corner and witnessed a biotic detonation that killed off the attackers that the Marines were dealing with.
“This is Operations Chief Williams, Identify!” A voice came from behind them, a barrel pointing out of a perfectly concealed position.
“Captain Jane Shepard N7,” Shepard replied. “We’re here to help.”
“You’re from the government,” Ashley snarked. “That just means I should be more scared.”
“Leave the Captain alone, Chief Williams,” A male voice said from the position ahead. “Captain, I’m Lieutenant Commander Alenko, we’re glad that the Alliance got our distress call, but we’ve been here fighting for almost a week now. We’re nearly out of ammo blocks and our food rations are low as well.”
“We’ve got a whole battlegroup here to assist,” Shepard said as she looked around at the two platoons of exhausted Alliance Marines. “Anything you can tell me about what happened here?”
“Well, it all started earlier this week…”
“Sir!” the Sensors officer called out as the fleet entered the Utopia system.
“What is it, Ensign?” Anderson asked.
“There are no transmissions coming from Eden Prime,” The Ensign reported. “And there’s some sort of superdreadnought sitting in orbit over the main colony. Wait one,” the Ensign navigated a few controls. “We’ve got a lone signal coming through, it’s a distress call on the standard Alliance frequencies. It’s heavily distorted. I’m rerouting it to Comms so they can do their best to clean it up.”
“Let me know when you have something,” Anderson sighed before activating his Omnitool and patching into FLEETCOM. “All hands, prepare for combat. Normandy and the other ground troops, prepare for drop onto the battlefield.”
“I’ve got the transmission cleared up,” the Comms officer reported. “Patching it through to external speakers now.”
“This is Lieutenant Commander Kaiden Alenko of the 212,” the video played as the Officer ordered around a platoon of Alliance Marines. “Operations Chief Ashley, I want you to get the Machine guns up and running, we have to hold this position at all costs.”
“Copy that sir,” the NCO responded. “Jenkins! Move your ass!”
“The Lieutenant Commander turned back to the comms device. “We are under heavy assault from unknown enemies, we’ve got a few platoons left, but that won’t last long. This message is set to repeat until the comms center is down.”
The video panned upward and showed the underside of the superdreadnought, showing that there were escorts in the form of a handful of frigates and cruisers.
“Sorry sir,” the Comms officer replied. “That’s where the message ends.”
“Get us angled properly,” Anderson ordered. “We’re taking the fleet in at top speed, but I don’t want anything to hit Eden Prime. And get me a link to Captain Shepard.”
“Aye sir!” the comms officer responded as her hands flew across the controls. “You’re in contact now.”
“Admiral,” the calm voice of the N7 Captain responded. “I take it I’m supposed to take the Normandy into stealth mode and deploy my ground forces?”
“You’d be correct in that assumption,” Anderson replied. “The 212 is on the ropes and they need someone to tag in and help them out.”
“Then we’re on the move,” Shepard replied as she turned and faced her bridge crew. “Joker, I want us on Eden Prime Yesterday.”
“Warping time to get us there early, Aye ma’am,” Joker snarked as the Normandy disappeared off of the sensors and began moving as fast as its engines could towards the planet “up” from them.
“Godspeed, Captain,” Anderson said as he cut off the channel and began running some calculations on the built-in datapad on his captain’s chair. “Get everyone into their hardsuits, we’re venting atmosphere now and moving at flank speed to engage the enemy.”
“Alright, people, it’s time to show what we’re made of,” Garrus said to the platoon of Turian Black Watch members that he was in command of. “Hey Steiner, I hope you’re able to keep up.”
“I think you’ll find,” Arthur tucked his helmet down on his head and sealed it, polarizing the visor as he did so. “That it is you who will need to keep up.”
“Settle down,” Captain Shepard said as she entered the cargo bay where the mixed group of soldiers were prepping to go into combat. “We’re dropping you off about a klick from the city and Prothean Beacon that we were supposed to be picking up. We traced the 212’s transmission from around that location and we want to relieve them if at all possible. Due to none of you having Alliance Authority, I will be coming with you to issue orders to any Alliance Personnel that we encounter, with my XO Commander Pressly having command of the Normandy until the op is done.”
“Just us?” Hazen asked as she slammed a magazine into her weapon and checked the chamber. “That’s piss poor odds for the other guys.”
“Agreed,” Wiso said with a sigh as she sheathed her various knives onto her person before ensuring her shotgun and rifle were slung onto her back. “There is no trophy that is worth it if the enemy is weak.”
“Striking your enemies when they are weak is the mark of a successful operation,” Kordak said as he hefted the LMG that was his main weapon, a heat sink stored into a massive backpack that was hooked into the hump of his armor. “If you only desire to fight when they are strong then someone has failed in their duty.”
“Bring it in!” Shepard called out, the armor with the N7 logo seeming to fit her much better than the duty uniform she had been wearing previously. “Garrus, I want you and the Black Watch to ensure that we’re covered from all angles while the Commonwealth spooks run force recon. I trust you two know how to work together.”
“Wouldn't be the first time we’ve run recon for Vakarian,” Hazen said with a smirk. “We’ll handle it.”
“Drop is in 120 Mikes, Captain,” Joker reported. “You might want to hustle, I’m seeing lots of action down there.”
“Steiner, you drop first, we’re right behind,” Shepard ordered.
“Alpha-Nine, move!” Arthur ordered as the ramp lowered and the Terminus Commonwealth forces jumped out of the ship as it lowered itself through the atmosphere, flaring their jump jets to slow their descent as they began to piece together what the state of the ground environment was.
“Hazen, Wiso, I want you two on overwatch,” Arthur ordered as he indicated a hill. “Set up shop while Pockastar goes in and gets a closer look at the beacon and the 212. Hatfield, Kordak, you’re with me.”
–
–
“Sitrep, Alpha-Nine,” Shepard asked as she and the Turian platoon moved through what looked like farmland.
“You’ve got some drones ahead of you,” Hazen reported before two sharp cracks echoed in the air. “Way forward is clear. There’s a cluster of buildings ahead, I’m not seeing any tangos though.”
“Copy that, we’re moving forward,” Shepard replied as they heard short bursts of gunfire over the hill.
“Belay that last statement,” Hazen reported. “I’ve got Alliance Marines fighting someone I can’t make out clearly.”
“You heard the lady,” Garrus said as he started moving forward rapidly. “We’ve got some Alliance Marines that need rescuing!”
The group rounded the corner and witnessed a biotic detonation that killed off the attackers that the Marines were dealing with.
“This is Operations Chief Williams, Identify!” A voice came from behind them, a barrel pointing out of a perfectly concealed position.
“Captain Jane Shepard N7,” Shepard replied. “We’re here to help.”
“You’re from the government,” Ashley snarked. “That just means I should be more scared.”
“Leave the Captain alone, Chief Williams,” A male voice said from the position ahead. “Captain, I’m Lieutenant Commander Alenko, we’re glad that the Alliance got our distress call, but we’ve been here fighting for almost a week now. We’re nearly out of ammo blocks and our food rations are low as well.”
“We’ve got a whole battlegroup here to assist,” Shepard said as she looked around at the two platoons of exhausted Alliance Marines. “Anything you can tell me about what happened here?”
“Well, it all started earlier this week…”