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The Longest War; Open RP.

Perimeter Defense
09-08-2005, 13:02
Wheee, my first thread, my third (I think) post, and my inexperienced ass.

No one would have expected that by the end of the second decade of the twenty-first century, the Eastern Alliance would be in full control of more than half of the world's territory. Unforeseen was the aggrandizement of this formerly small but doubtless mighty faction for the reason that the intrinsic presupposition among the world's militaristic superpowers was that North Korea and PRC were, quite simply, weak.
As we already know, the US was initially wary of the two because of whatever capabilities they may have had, but that vigilance disappeared as it entered yet another economic boom 2007 and up. By this time, their already inherent complacency had penetrated the majority of their functionality, and they thus ignored the growing threat. The signs were already being seen in 2010; strange satellite photographs indicating massive movements of troops and armor, a sudden influx of trade activity between NK and PRC in the form of unknown industrial products - and when it was already too late, the rapid, efficient deployment of MiGs through radar floors and gaps toward major military installations and even cities.
On Black Tuesday, 12 April 2011, a small number of grainy photos reported missing close to seven hundred aircraft, fighters and bombers, normally stationed in multiple airbases around mainland China and NK. The report, however, came slightly too late for most of the outposts concerned, as the originally unknown industrial products emerged as tactical nuclear warheads and brought so much light to so many of their enemies' cities and warbases.

The Grand Unified Federation of Perimeter Defense was established in 2023 as a faction of allied states creating defensive haloes of nations around Europe, the Americas, the forward regions of Russia, and most of central Asia - the enemies of the Eastern Alliance. An entirely militarized nation, Perimeter Defense was originally the defensive initiative for whatever remained of the United Nations; however as the war between the Alliance and the UN members grew in size and consequence, "Perimeter Defense" became a misnomer as the countries under attack poured resources into it and offensive operations to reclaim lost land greatly increased in frequency.

Operation Ad Ultimum began September 21, 2027. This unprecedented invasion of one of the main territories of the Eastern Alliance in western Antarctica consisted of nine hundred thousand troops, the first major offensive that Perimeter Defense took against the Alliance. The assault began in the very cold morning as the F-35s dropped out of optical cloak and saturated ground defense with GBU-200 JDAM-governed explosives. LIDAR emplacements found those ghost planes and presently removed them from the airspace, but by that time the tanks had also dropped optical cloak. Armor advanced quickly, and by the end of the day had erased three kilometers of Alliance defense - at the unacceptable cost of two hundred troops.
Brigadier General Jessica Rhinehart stepped out of her APC when the railguns stopped firing. She looked around and saw her division tanks reappear in short cycles of iridescence as the light filters of their optical cloak devices deactivated. She looked up and saw the Mi-101 stealth gunships thowing off cruise missiles at targets beyond even the enhanced eye could see. And looking further up with her binoculars, beyond the low-flying helicopters into the cirrus cloud formations, she saw a slow-moving flying solar panel that was once Helios, and was now Watchtower One. She took a step onto the snow.
She said to herself, "Here we go." Thence the longest war began, for only now had the scales been tipped, and slaughter became conflict, futile defense became war.

High above the atmosphere, a middle-aged man was surveying the white plains where war began. General Liu Xing-Hua saw the battle below in his seat on the station Tiananmen. Almost two decades ago he had been down there himself, fighting with men and women into whose eyes he had to look, whose lives he had to personally take. Now that feeling was gone in a way that was a gain than a loss, for now he could kill without pulling that trigger, without thrusting that bayonet, without even giving the order through speech. It had been 13 years now since he last fought, and he wanted to see how things were. He held out his hand, called a set of holographic controls, and zoomed in on a large building in the Federation's claimed territory, where he saw a young woman overseeing some kind of generator. He zoomed in some more and saw her markings, recognizing them as those of a general. She looked up - from her perspective she was looking at Helios - and he saw her eyes, and in no time he knew that this officer was not soft at all. She held up a pair of binoculars and obfuscated her eyes, and he terminated his console.
"Ready a shuttle," he ordered. "I want to see this myself."
Perimeter Defense
11-08-2005, 13:35
"It looks like a goddamn Christmas tree," she said.
However, General Rhinehart's observation was immaterial to the functionality of the massive, cone-shaped ion cannon system her craft was carrying. It may therefore very well have looked like a goddamn Teletubby without any modification to its workings, save for the psychological effect of foes running away from the device in abject terror resultant of their worst fears being realized; their fears that the multi-colored aliens had come from the little planet with a sun that was babyfaced though not quite Babyface.
She dismissed that thought and turned to her shuttle's ramp now opening with an ancient creaking noise - better get this old thing decommissioned, she thought - to the freezing precipitation that had been heard slapping against the hull of the large transport. Still about 10,000 feet up, Jessica Rhinehart was there to observe the installation of the ion cannon onto Watchtower One, the five hundred foot flying solar panel almost hovering below. A pair of her men strapped on some graviton repellant and jumped onto the Watchtower and signaled for the shuttle's pilot to lower the device. The weapon package, still folded, was guided to a featureless panel on Watchtower's side. The large strut on the package being moved to the panel was also flat and equally featureless, but when it thudded against the panel the gap between them disappeared as "nanopaste" bled from each and fused them together, both physically and electronically. The cannon unfolded with, for its size, anomalous quickness, and almost instantaneously, a deafening report rang out as the cannon fired its first shot. Apparently Watchtower held a queue of fire missions for the cannon.
"That was fast," Rhinehart commented as the two men jumped back into the transport.
"Sure was, sir," came the reply from one of them. "I don't even know why we don't use the 'tower's crane for upgrades; don't think they need us."
"Well, you know the drill. Besides, machines don't always work as well as planned."
"I guess."

When they landed back at the base there were already new orders from War Administration. A pair of spec ops squads, Alpha 76-4 and Epsilon 12-18 were to destroy - "cleft asunder" was verbatim - an Alliance power station some five miles ahead, and sweep everything inside the station's compound. Rhinehart was tagging along; she'd never been with a demo squad before.
Point insertion was simple; an Mi-101 Hurricane under electromagnetic transparency stealth would dispatch the twenty troops and Rhinehart on a hill on which one of the perimeter wall sections had foundations. Extraction would take place on the opposite side. The entire operation was predicted to take about thirty minutes, minus transportation time.
The troops had already climbed in, and Rhinehart was walking up the 'copter when she noticed a large white mech walking towards her. It was about nine feet tall, and did not externally mount its weapons, nor did it seem to be capable of holding a pilot. She shifted her optical sight through spectrals and saw no radio, gamma, or infrared signals emanating.
AI? was Rhinehart's first thought. Likely. The AI climbed up the payload gates and sat next to her in the transport. And then, the crew greeted it.
"Hey, Seed," one guy caparisoned in a major's armor said. "Seed" turned its head towards the speaker.
"Greets," it spoke with what seemed to be a male voice, somewhat rough and resonant. "I apologize for not being on time. Ammunition restocks were necessary."
"No prob there."
Rhinehart looked at Seed and cocked her head to one side.
"Has the Federation made any recent advances in artificial intelligence?"
Seed looked at her, and said nothing. The major spoke: "That's SD, callsign Seed. The only existent sentient AI that could be squished into a fairly compact humanoid form. He - yes, he - is assigned to our two squads for the duration of Operation Ad Ultimum. We're supposed to give him humanistic development or something, so we're supposed to talk to him like one of our own. He's been with us for a week now, but I dunno why he still talks like that."
"Ah," said Rhinehart. "Well, Seed. I'm General Jessica Rhinehart. Nice to meet ya." She shook what seemed to me Seed's prime manipulator. He nodded in reply. The helicopter was quiet for the rest of the ten-minute trip.

When they got there, the twenty-unified spec ops squads dispersed rapidly but all commonly transited to the western wall. As Seed stepped out, Rhinehart stopped him.
"Hold it, you're coming with me. We're doing our own operation, Seed."
"My orders are-"
"Your orders came from a colonel, Seed. You're talking to a general. Now let's move!"
The two moved to the northern wall. "This your first battle, huh?" Rhinehart asked.
"Affirmative-"
"Cut the robot stereotype, Seed," Rhinehart interrupted. "Humanistic development? Try 'yes'. Can you scale that wall?" The wall was nineteen feet tall...
"It is likely-"
"Ahem." Rhinehart coughed loudly
"Yes, I can."
"Now that's a lot better. Do it, and tell me what you see."
The white figure jumped onto the wall and climbed up with monstrous speed. When Seed reached the top, six sources of tracer fire illuminated it.
"Jesus H...SEED, GET DOWN!" Fire control!
But the little darts of light never touched Seed. They were glancing off without ricochet, repelled by a magnetic field surrounding the mech. Seed's armaments revealed themselves and a pair of particle beams erased those gun emplacements concerned off the face of the earth.
"EM plus particle beams?" shouted Rhinehart.
"Correct," replied Seed.
"They really got you loaded up, huh? Let's go clean up this place! Get me up there!"

*****

Liu Xing-Hua contemplated the assault on his power station with some distaste. His proud troops, doubtless having had undergone years of experience, were being cut down by that general and her bulletproof white mech. That almost a hundred men, almost all vets of two past, had been slaughtered by a machine of no thought (or so he believed) or honor was disturbing to a man who for so many years believed in the superiority of the human soldier. His ideology on war machinery was that they were tools to help fight wars, not be the ones to fight themselves. But here he was, witnessing a white pilotless steel beast printing his faction's best students with near-perfect accuracy, and incinerating or vaporizing them with energy weapons. And his men could do nothing to it, with that strange force that reflected all weapons, even those of his tanks.
The contempt grew and grew and soon the tactical concern of the power station was overshadowed by anger at this thoughtless, mindless thing that the Grand Unified Federation in all their defining malevolence created to destroy. And so his view of the war was nudged in a direction very much unlike that of the others of his group. It became that the Federation was a foe to be hated, for they cared not about men so much as they cared about their objectives. They were a merciless band of savages whose only advantage was their technology, and whose only morals were footnotes designated for some tactical efficiencies. There was an anomaly in his reasoning, but he could not notice that his own faction used automated robotics in fighting because he had never seen them in battle. To see an enemy's unmanned robot before his own was an unfortunate bias.
Thence it came to pass that those under General Xing-Hua received more aggressive orders...

*****

The structure was enveloped in a dark mushroom cloud a few minutes after their extraction, leaving only silhouettes on the ground to represent the two hundred EA soldiers killed in the battle. The demolition was successful, and as a bonus they retrieved a large cache of fuel cells from a warehouse. They were ecstatic with the outcome of the operation - no fatalities and only four wounded - but that disappeared with their arrival at base.
It looked like a tornado had gone through it, but that verisimilitude would have been apropos only for military installations thirty years ago. The new ones had such heavy shielding that no force of nature was likely to even dent the paint, but this...
No structures were left unharmed, no vehicle in working order, no man left standing...

On an immense cloaked carrier miles off the shore, Su-47s, fresh from a bombing run, landed and were greeted by a frowning General Xing-Hua.
All of them should have died, he thought. But no matter; there would be more to come.