Colonial Continents
10-10-2006, 02:43
This thread is for those who signed up at the gladiator singup thread. Signups are still accepted. For those of you who did sign up, heres the run down.
Match last until all enemy troopers are dead.
Infantry only.
I added a story to make it interesting. Here it is. (Forgot to add, this is for MT and FT only.) A huge fuel resevoir had been discovered underneath "hells battlefield" Colonial continents has put out a challenge. The strong will take the fuel, the weak (everybody who loses) will perish.
Wanderjar
10-10-2006, 03:36
They came. Hundreds of thousands of them, their MK-1 Shuttles landing on one corner of "Hell's Battlefield". As they touched down, they opened up their landing ramps, sending the combat suited soldiers sprinting out to prepare defensive positions.
Immediately, they began digging intricate trench networks, allowing for a very concentrated, and easily defendible position. Machine gun bunkers were set up every fifty yards, where Hell Gun's were set up. These guns would tear apart anything that came too close to the Wanderjarian Positions.
Brigadier General Johann Nolan stood within one of the command bunkers behind the third trench, five hundred yards from the first. It was a large Concrete compound, which extended beneath the earth with numerous rooms and boarding areas for the officers. It also extended above the earth as well, with a second story with a opening slit to allow visibility of the area. The trench connected with it by a small "Hallway", or smaller trench walkway which led to the Bunker.
Standing on the observation deck, he watched as gray armored men in combat suits carried ammunition, and other neccesary supplies to various areas, to ensure that everyone would have enough ammo, food, and anything else they would need.
Nolan's plan was to begin with a defensive. Five consecutive trench lines formed a large circle, with inner rings going to a central area where the central command bunker was located, in addition to their supply depots. This was, of course, one mile away from the front, and anyone who wanted to take out Wanderjarian supply lines would have to kill each of the 500,000 Infantrymen to get there.
Gathering the Battalion officers, he showed them a hologram of the battlefield, and began to explain the strategy: "We will begin the defensive with these positions. After ensuring our position is absolutely secure, and untakeble, we will send out battalion sized elements to gain more ground. We're on our own for this one," He said with a sigh, "So don't expect SpaceHawk cover this time. Each of you has commanded in battle before, so you all know what to expect. Good luck, and may this one be quick." With sharp salutes, each of the Battalion officers went to their own respective HQ centers, while Nolan went to his, far behind the front.
Muttering to himself, he walked on. "I wish I could be a young Lieutenant again, fighting for the Emperor."