Gaian Ascendancy
28-01-2005, 00:22
“Another update milord..”
Aleaic looks over from his slate of documents, as Ifurita walks into the Excellency’s chamber. “Done already?” Ifurita nods. “You said you wanted to be scared by the results.” Aleaic stands, stretching his arms out. “Man, I hope so. This mess with the Auto Industry being gutted is dragging me out.”
He then walks to and starts walking with his trusted Tactical Advisor. Ifurita hands over a Padd with the relevant information. “That speech you made the other evening seemed to have pushed them a good bit.”
Aleaic looks at the Padd with a scrutinous eye. It was Azusa’s constant reminders of making sure of all of the details when planning one’s military for action, that kept ringing in his head as he looked at the results. Aleaic only comments.. “We might have to chance the supply move up after all..
..there’s still a bit of lag time between forward movement and the follow-up.”
Ifurita sighs, afraid such would be noticed.
They move down the Palace hallways with a quiet demeanor. The usual music that flowed through the halls was muted for the time being, until later that evening. That was by His Excellency’s direct order, to help concentrate all minds within the palace to the ‘mood’ that was expected.
Why and what for was a guarded secret within the Palace, and by extension, the Clan Angel Galaxy Core Base, where the results of the recent exercise was being just as scrutinized. Aleaic though wasn’t ill compassionate, knowing that a three days, rather harsh exercise had just been finished in their Earth-VI colonies. A ton of tired out troops had to be wondering what had been going on for the past year.
Aleaic though still wasn’t done with them yet.
Ifurita though asks.. “Have you decided on a final date?”
Aleaic stops, looking at the Padd, scrolling to the end summary. After a few moments.. “Lady Seto and Lady Peorth should be back in a couple of days from their discussions, after which I’ll make a decision pretty soon after.”
Ifurita just nods, and the two head down an unremarkable hallway.
--
*Earth-VI; Great Fall CAG Base*
Star Commander Jameson was standing outside, sitting on top of a picnic table, as he watched a patrol of OmniMechs, a Mad Dog, a Nova and a Cougar ready to join a star of BattleSuit Elementals, near a unit staging assembly area, near a row of Mech Repair Bays. They’d head out west from the base and patrol towards the northern border where I-15 would connect to the Canadian political border. They’d then turn south and head for Helena before heading back north. Shortly after they would leave, a separate patrol would arrive from their own such a few minutes later.
The 303rd Evangelon Cluster was having it’s work cut out for it.
Jameson’s own Timber Wolf however, like the rest of the 498th PGT wasn’t going anywhere. The left leg servo was acting up, and needed maintenance. His Mech however was the only on in the Trinary that needed real repair. The rest only needed a quick look over. Being the ‘only’ one that needed real repair though meant one thing.
“Where’s the food already? We’re starving!”
Commander Jameson looks back at Point Commander Natasha with a smirk. “Pizza delivery isn’t done on Jump Jets you know.”
The auburn short cut tom boy stalks up anyway, intent on the ‘deal’ being honored. “Maybe we should lend them some. It’s nearly been fifteen minutes.”
Jameson just rolls his eyes. “I though you female types liked diets.”
Natasha responds with.. “You asking for a Trial of Grievance sir?” ..Jameson just chuckles.
Just then, a trio of lithe forms appear in the sky, as they flew at low level into the base. “A-Gods are back. Must be really quiet out tonight.” Natasha quips. Jameson nods. “For the time being.”
Just then, the unit of the 2003rd/C-B223rd flies in, the formation of Angel Gods landing, just as a Star of Mechs from the C-C233rd is heard entering the base. The 303rd Units were already exiting the base on schedule. The Angel Gods meanwhile landed in a standard triangle formation, near their Barracks, a bit left of the Mech Bays, looking hardly blemished from their patrol. Natasha has a light froth of jealousy come up, but only because of their looks.
Several in that unit were dear friends in practice. Jameson though just kept neutral. He only saw them as valued allies in battle. Each to their own as they say..
One Angel God though leaps from the group, and lands near the two Mechwarriors. Natasha reacts kindly. “Commander Claudia.”
The Angel God of red hair, leans on her ‘standard issue’ ivory Staff, and smiles. “We just saw a delivery truck coming up on the gate. I swore that the smell of pasta sauce and cheese was laden in it’s wake.”
Natasha skips a hope. “MEAL TIME!! Oh yeah!” Jameson just smirks again. Commander Claudia though sees this. “Are you not hungry?”
Jameson just replies. “Famished.”
-----
Aleaic looks on neutrally.
Nearby, his present Galaxy Commanders were debriefing for Lord Azusa of the completed exercise.
Ifurita meanwhile kept compiling the data as it was collected. Aleaic though was already getting a picture, aided by the huge flat-screens in the War Center.
Above was a strategic map of his Earth-VI colonies, along with blinking arrows of the extend of the completed exercise. They were full of feints in four distinct directions. There was also a ‘line’ all along the southern border of colonies, apparently ‘defending against something. However, none of the information contained any actual combat.
There was a different screen though dedicated to another factor of the exercise. A northern hemisphere view of the Earth-VI globe, with a particular close up of the Gaian colonies, with emphasis on a number of ‘dotted arcs’ that led northward. Apparently this was only a simulation, but some aspects of it had been ‘practiced’ over the Colonies for the past three days. The signatures were to represent DropShip and support shuttle arcs.
But yet another was dedicated to a ‘third’ apparent focus, as six separate ‘lines’ ran from south to north, along the Canadian coast. They turned back about half way though, back to the Washington Colony ports.
Aleaic’s previous worry was confirmed, as supply trains were slower to respond than expected. The snows in the region hadn’t completely melted in all areas yet, and was causing slow downs along secondary routes throughout the colonies.
But overall, things were shaping up.
“Milord..” Aleaic looks over as Lady Yurika walks in. “Aye?”
“The High-Mobiles just came back in. They should be ready for the operation in time.”
Aleaic nods and look back. That one aspect hadn’t actually be factored in yet. However, the three dimensions of the operation were dependent on the ‘fourth’ still being worked on.
Aleaic muses to himself.. “Hope this waltz gets smoothed out with more practice.” Ifurita looks up from her Padd, but does not reply.
Aleaic then looks at Ifurita. “I want the final report in two hours at the Council meeting before dinner please.” Ifurita bows, as the Excellency walks past Yurika and out the War Room.
Yurika steps near her equal number as the Commanders continue on their discussions with the Strategic Advisors. “Are we still sure about this? It’s still feeling awful risky with this operation.”
Ifurita nods, but adds. “Risky, but audacious. I still think this is a bold move.”
Yurika just sighs. “Yeah. But an exercise one a month is getting drawn out. We’ve been at this for two years already. Someone’s bound to notice by now.” Ifurita leans on a nearby console. “Even if so, we’ve not declared anything yet. Let’s hope word doesn’t leak out.”
Yurika smirks. “What? Funaho would kill whoever let ‘that’ happen.”
The two smile with a small laugh between the two.
Aleaic looks over from his slate of documents, as Ifurita walks into the Excellency’s chamber. “Done already?” Ifurita nods. “You said you wanted to be scared by the results.” Aleaic stands, stretching his arms out. “Man, I hope so. This mess with the Auto Industry being gutted is dragging me out.”
He then walks to and starts walking with his trusted Tactical Advisor. Ifurita hands over a Padd with the relevant information. “That speech you made the other evening seemed to have pushed them a good bit.”
Aleaic looks at the Padd with a scrutinous eye. It was Azusa’s constant reminders of making sure of all of the details when planning one’s military for action, that kept ringing in his head as he looked at the results. Aleaic only comments.. “We might have to chance the supply move up after all..
..there’s still a bit of lag time between forward movement and the follow-up.”
Ifurita sighs, afraid such would be noticed.
They move down the Palace hallways with a quiet demeanor. The usual music that flowed through the halls was muted for the time being, until later that evening. That was by His Excellency’s direct order, to help concentrate all minds within the palace to the ‘mood’ that was expected.
Why and what for was a guarded secret within the Palace, and by extension, the Clan Angel Galaxy Core Base, where the results of the recent exercise was being just as scrutinized. Aleaic though wasn’t ill compassionate, knowing that a three days, rather harsh exercise had just been finished in their Earth-VI colonies. A ton of tired out troops had to be wondering what had been going on for the past year.
Aleaic though still wasn’t done with them yet.
Ifurita though asks.. “Have you decided on a final date?”
Aleaic stops, looking at the Padd, scrolling to the end summary. After a few moments.. “Lady Seto and Lady Peorth should be back in a couple of days from their discussions, after which I’ll make a decision pretty soon after.”
Ifurita just nods, and the two head down an unremarkable hallway.
--
*Earth-VI; Great Fall CAG Base*
Star Commander Jameson was standing outside, sitting on top of a picnic table, as he watched a patrol of OmniMechs, a Mad Dog, a Nova and a Cougar ready to join a star of BattleSuit Elementals, near a unit staging assembly area, near a row of Mech Repair Bays. They’d head out west from the base and patrol towards the northern border where I-15 would connect to the Canadian political border. They’d then turn south and head for Helena before heading back north. Shortly after they would leave, a separate patrol would arrive from their own such a few minutes later.
The 303rd Evangelon Cluster was having it’s work cut out for it.
Jameson’s own Timber Wolf however, like the rest of the 498th PGT wasn’t going anywhere. The left leg servo was acting up, and needed maintenance. His Mech however was the only on in the Trinary that needed real repair. The rest only needed a quick look over. Being the ‘only’ one that needed real repair though meant one thing.
“Where’s the food already? We’re starving!”
Commander Jameson looks back at Point Commander Natasha with a smirk. “Pizza delivery isn’t done on Jump Jets you know.”
The auburn short cut tom boy stalks up anyway, intent on the ‘deal’ being honored. “Maybe we should lend them some. It’s nearly been fifteen minutes.”
Jameson just rolls his eyes. “I though you female types liked diets.”
Natasha responds with.. “You asking for a Trial of Grievance sir?” ..Jameson just chuckles.
Just then, a trio of lithe forms appear in the sky, as they flew at low level into the base. “A-Gods are back. Must be really quiet out tonight.” Natasha quips. Jameson nods. “For the time being.”
Just then, the unit of the 2003rd/C-B223rd flies in, the formation of Angel Gods landing, just as a Star of Mechs from the C-C233rd is heard entering the base. The 303rd Units were already exiting the base on schedule. The Angel Gods meanwhile landed in a standard triangle formation, near their Barracks, a bit left of the Mech Bays, looking hardly blemished from their patrol. Natasha has a light froth of jealousy come up, but only because of their looks.
Several in that unit were dear friends in practice. Jameson though just kept neutral. He only saw them as valued allies in battle. Each to their own as they say..
One Angel God though leaps from the group, and lands near the two Mechwarriors. Natasha reacts kindly. “Commander Claudia.”
The Angel God of red hair, leans on her ‘standard issue’ ivory Staff, and smiles. “We just saw a delivery truck coming up on the gate. I swore that the smell of pasta sauce and cheese was laden in it’s wake.”
Natasha skips a hope. “MEAL TIME!! Oh yeah!” Jameson just smirks again. Commander Claudia though sees this. “Are you not hungry?”
Jameson just replies. “Famished.”
-----
Aleaic looks on neutrally.
Nearby, his present Galaxy Commanders were debriefing for Lord Azusa of the completed exercise.
Ifurita meanwhile kept compiling the data as it was collected. Aleaic though was already getting a picture, aided by the huge flat-screens in the War Center.
Above was a strategic map of his Earth-VI colonies, along with blinking arrows of the extend of the completed exercise. They were full of feints in four distinct directions. There was also a ‘line’ all along the southern border of colonies, apparently ‘defending against something. However, none of the information contained any actual combat.
There was a different screen though dedicated to another factor of the exercise. A northern hemisphere view of the Earth-VI globe, with a particular close up of the Gaian colonies, with emphasis on a number of ‘dotted arcs’ that led northward. Apparently this was only a simulation, but some aspects of it had been ‘practiced’ over the Colonies for the past three days. The signatures were to represent DropShip and support shuttle arcs.
But yet another was dedicated to a ‘third’ apparent focus, as six separate ‘lines’ ran from south to north, along the Canadian coast. They turned back about half way though, back to the Washington Colony ports.
Aleaic’s previous worry was confirmed, as supply trains were slower to respond than expected. The snows in the region hadn’t completely melted in all areas yet, and was causing slow downs along secondary routes throughout the colonies.
But overall, things were shaping up.
“Milord..” Aleaic looks over as Lady Yurika walks in. “Aye?”
“The High-Mobiles just came back in. They should be ready for the operation in time.”
Aleaic nods and look back. That one aspect hadn’t actually be factored in yet. However, the three dimensions of the operation were dependent on the ‘fourth’ still being worked on.
Aleaic muses to himself.. “Hope this waltz gets smoothed out with more practice.” Ifurita looks up from her Padd, but does not reply.
Aleaic then looks at Ifurita. “I want the final report in two hours at the Council meeting before dinner please.” Ifurita bows, as the Excellency walks past Yurika and out the War Room.
Yurika steps near her equal number as the Commanders continue on their discussions with the Strategic Advisors. “Are we still sure about this? It’s still feeling awful risky with this operation.”
Ifurita nods, but adds. “Risky, but audacious. I still think this is a bold move.”
Yurika just sighs. “Yeah. But an exercise one a month is getting drawn out. We’ve been at this for two years already. Someone’s bound to notice by now.” Ifurita leans on a nearby console. “Even if so, we’ve not declared anything yet. Let’s hope word doesn’t leak out.”
Yurika smirks. “What? Funaho would kill whoever let ‘that’ happen.”
The two smile with a small laugh between the two.