Durgama Takeover

MORAT BREACH
AN INFINITY BATTLE REPORT
By
R0GU3F0X
MBN, 220713

Two Corregidor alguaciles were patrolling the deck that overviewed the Port’s Battery, where the ammunition and supplies module of the RavenEye Orbital station was. This station grants aerial superiority over the planet Concillium-Prima where the invading forces of the Combined Army are trying to break through the Human Sphere Forces, in the search of the “Ctzchi” digester. An ancestral technology piece of untold value. Which presumably is on a secret facility in the jungles of the Durgama peninsula.

– I hear that you passed your admiralty exams. Congrats Buddy – said the ginger and the taller one.
– Likewise, Pablo, the rumors are saying that you’ll wear a Mobile Brigada armor in no time… – The young soldier with blue hair smiled at his partner.
– Ha! The physical trials were no problem! But the exams… you should do them for me. I have always been…more suited to the shoot and kill. While you, you are the smart ass, Kilian.

A massive clash of metal bouncing against metal alerts them both.

– In the name of the sacred Kusanagui Reverenda… what the f*ck is that? – The ginger bulkier soldier raised his combi rifle and look for the origin of the sound.
– I bet you that is that idiot mercenary…

Both sprinted and saw from the elevated runway an unusual spectacle. Señor Massacre himself was fighting a Gator-type TAG on the lower deck, near the barracks of the ammunition. A full circle of soldiers from different nations surrounded them, screaming and beating for the winner.

– There is your favorite man- Said Pablo, relaxing the tension from his shoulders.
– A fight. Next to all the D-Charges crate. Just perfect. What two geniouses to represent Corregidor…
– Come on! Let’s take a look. We may be able to place a bet!
– Yes, we are going down, but not to join the party. We are on a war theatre of operations, Pablo..
– Yes, yes, yes. At your orders, my lieutenant Kilian!
– Not quite yet…

When they get to the deck. Kilian told Pablo to open a path for them. The big soldier used to the Riots of the Corregidor Presidiums, smiled confidently and started pushing away bodies, while screaming in an authoritarian voice:

– This is a Corregidor jurisdictional area, move your asses out of my way!

Kilian walked between the mercenary and the TAG while they were describing circles around each other. Massacre described a phenomenal leap, rotated over his gravity center and landed in front of Kilian, stopping his katana just millimeters away from his forehead.

– And who, is this little man, standing between me and my money?- Said the mercenary.

Kilian didn’t move an inch and stared into Massacre’s eyes. With a subtle raise of his fingers instructed Pablo to put down his combi-rifle.

– This is your superior. And this ridiculous show of you two is over.

– I am taking no orders from an alguacil – The voice from the TAG sounded slightly metallic and menacing.
– Yes, you are, pilot Guevara. Or I will make sure your status is revoked immediately. You are still a TAG pilot in the probation period. Stand back, now. – With the attention of the room, Kilian continued- Your behavior will be reviewed at a less stressful time. – The audience started booing really loudly- if you didn’t notice… we are in a fucking war and we are the only thing that separates all living souls on the planet below from their death. So…

As he raised his tone to face the rest of the present crowd, four explosions sucked the air of the deck and started a current of air that silenced any other noise.

Kilian was picked from the floor by Pablo. His face was as ready as it could. He was a man of action.

– Combined Army – Said Kilian laconically – They have arrived. Take cover.
– Vamos a chingarnos a estos mamones – Responded Pablo with a psychopathic smile across his large jaw.

Before the smoke cleared a girl run into them.

– Kilian. Good display of leadership. I am afraid that I carry an express promotion for you.

She introduced herself as Jazzmin, although she didn’t need to, both know her well. She was a living legend of the Nomad nation. And the pinacle of the infowar of Corregidor.

– I am communicating with Carlota, right Now. They were trying to intercept the spaceship that just blew up our happy world. It’s a Stealth-Shadow Shasvastii spaceship full of Morats. I am granting you access to all Corredigor troops around us. We are at your orders Lieutenant Varela – when she used his surname, he realized that it was no joke. – I detect a hacking heavy network spreading around us. I will go with Billy to the left section. I have detected an infiltrator with a KHD there. Good luck!

– This is your field Lieutenant Varela speaking. All alguaciles gather in my position now. Massacre and Gator pilot: a group of Morats are taking positions on the right side, next to their ship. Go down there and hold them back. Do not engage in short distances! Wildcat Martha, gather the two Jaguars around you and go to the upper levels of the deck. Don’t let them take the higher ground! Moran N’ganu, advance through the higher level and support them in covering the high ground. Contain them at all costs.

When he finished all his instructions, Alguacil Caroline was already standing next to him with a loaded HMG. A Daktari doctor was also waiting for orders, and as an unexpected boost of confidence, the veteran Lupe Balboa was there, too.

– We must defend these supplies and ammunition. Caroline, provide fire support. Lupe, keep an eye on our back and the upper levels. I don’t like the look of these two holes up there. Daktari, you are going to have a busy day. Keep them both up. Pablo, climb up to the deck above and provide fire support for this team.

There was no time for more talking, All units started reporting firefights all over the deck. Two squads of Morats were deployed in both flanks of the deck. While at the center a pack of Gaki were guided by their beast-master, the female brutal warrior known as Oznats.

Howling from the skies a Taryot drop troop was falling like a furious comet from the compromised station’s roof. His landing was an explosion that even bent the steel floor. It was impressive that he not only survived but stood and start shooting immediately.

– JAGUAR! On your back! – Kilian’s yell was too late. The body of the warband was replaced by a red mist. – Jazzmin, is coming for us! – He had eyes on the target and was shooting with no positive result.

The expert hacker didn’t bother to pull out her SMG, she wanted to hack that Morat cyborg.

– Rasyat!! On our rear!! – Lupe screamed on the channel as she started shooting at one of the finest troops that the Morat can bring to war. Only the best warriors were honored to wear that armor, and they were deadly enough to clear entire forces on their own.

– Smoke barrier on the front! I see a small spaceship, they are coming- This time was Caroline – Gator and massacre, they are coming your way! I can’t see dogface shit!

Jazzmin compromised the Taryot so much that she didn’t understand how he could move. He was on the bridge, 10 meters away from her, and running while shooting her and the lieutenant with professional efficiency.

– Stop motherfucker stop! – She was in a race against her death to find a critical component on that metallic monkey-robot.

When he was upon her, Pablo finally find a part of the body that was not metal and enhancements. I have you, cabrón! He screamed victoriously. Pablo aimed at the stomach and put him down for good. More voices were reporting into the channel.

– Gator here! They are shooting through the smoke. I can’t see the targets. Permission to engage closer! It is breaking my armor apart! I think is a damn Yaogat team.
– Yes chingón, we need to get the show to them! – Massacre was eager to get in close range and use his boarding shotgun. Not to mention the unreasonable amount of D-Charges that he was picking from one of the crates opened up by the explosion… he was not planning to let the fun fly away from them. – All the money bet to the best killer – He challenged the pilot.
– Negative. Suppress them from your position. Use your damn gun and unleash a curtain of fire on them! Lupe, Daktari, Pablo, report to me! What’s going on with that Rasyat!??

– The beasts are climbing to the higher deck. They are almost on me – N’ganu reported on the channel, with a calm voice as he sent the crazy koala to slow them down.
– I am targetting all of them! They are four and the Oznat, get ready – Jazzmin was using the Moran backpack, designed as a powerful and compact repeater that extended her influence in the field. She already sent Billy, her companion ProBot, to get lectures in the left flank ahead of her.

The rasyat landed behind the alguacil’s team and Lupe turned around to stop him. It was fruitless. He charged into close combat with unmatched ferocity and martial skills. Lupe was dead before she realized what did happen.

– Lupe is down! – reported the Daktaris behind Kilian. – I am going to help her!
– Negative! Stay and protect Caroline. Pablo, get eyes on him, we need to stop him. He has our back!
– I can’t see him! – Pablo was moving in the upper deck incapable of finding the Morat warrior.
– He is here! – The Daktari only had time to scream that before falling to a volley of bullets from the revengeful Warrior. But at least alerted Caroline who had time to draw her pistol and join the Daktari in the shot back.
– Rasyat down! – Screamed Caroline, not for nothing she was chosen in the Alguacil academy as one of her promotion prime shooters.
– Turn back and support the Gator. Pablo, make sure that Rasyat doesn’t rise from the dead.

Jazzmin, checked her comlong, she wanted to know what was going on. She sprinted to the Taryot and connected to his system, downloaded all of it, and then finish his life. Right after, she received lectures from Billy. A KHD Zerat was accessing the supplies depo computer. If she would reach the explosives, the whole orbital station could be blown-up. With no time to lose she sent Billy her way and proceeded to blow her monkey brains into space.

– One hacker down… But I still have lectures of 3 more! I will keep scanning the deck – Billy was already on the run, searching for more cyber-activity

– No more fire from the Yaogat… I think i put him down – The gator Pilos sounded surprised.
– I can read repeaters near your zone – informed Jazzmin – Be careful! – The last thing they needed was a TAG possessed by Combined Army and turn that destroying machine to them.
– I’ll get that repeater down – Said the mercenary Massacre. – Don’t get too close – told to the big TAG.
– Permission granted – confirmed Kilian.
– Like I asked for it…

– Moran, how are you up there? – Kilian had no time for Massascre “brabatas”
– They keep coming, they have avoided my crazy koala, they are almost at my level. They climb fast.
– Fall back! Caroline, fire support to the higher deck!
– Not yet – The proud descendant of the African Sabana hunters stood up and pull out his ritual knife while holding his combi-rifle in the other hand. He was a magnificent tall and black soldier to wisdom. He step onto the bridge that connected to her comrades and blocked the position.

One of the bestial creatures, jump on the roof in front and sprinted his way, covering 20 meters in a blink of an eye. The Moran stabs him in the belly and rips the creature open while stopping the front claws of the creature with the combi-rifle. He manages to stop the charge and Caroline behind deliver the final shoots to finish the creature. As another creature climbed the roof, Caroline ask him to dodge out of the way. With one army compromised and bleeding profusely, he had not much chance against a second one. The creature was too fast and the Moran didn’t want to unblock the path. It was a good way to die. He held the creature, and keep it pinned down, long enough for Caroline to finish it off. After, he fell on the upper deck with his chest wide open.

– N’ganu is down! – Caroline reporters alerting the wildcat and the jaguars- two creatures and the Oznat still in the shadows!

– I have lectures. A second team approaches in my direction. 3 moving targets. One particularly big… I will take care of the hacker. – Thanks to Billy she avoided their repeaters and place Billy in range of this new hacker. Another KHD. That race was aggressive also in the way that they approached the infowar.

The hacker didn’t last longer than her female colleague. The lectures were completed and she knew that another Morat vanguard and Kornak himself were there. Bad news that she reported immediately. The silence took the channel as everyone understood the stakes in play. If the CA decided to deploy the best Morat Leader in that particular location. That said it all.

– Do not engage at a close distance. Caroline, Pablo, with me! Let’s get up to the next level.

– Karlota Kowalsky here. Lieutenant Varela, hold the line, I am almost there…

Kornak and some support troops were using the holes in the spaceship as barriers to protect themselves.

– Permission to engage – Martha, the wildcat sounded eager to hunt that trophy head.
– Denied! – Kilianknew that the shooting for a heavy rocket launcher was not ideal, not to mention a possible miss shot…
– Let’s get the great fucker – he got ready his Eclypse grenades and sprinted towards Kornak’s position.

The gator pilot had a different idea. As they were taking their back, all enemies were now exposed. He stood up firmly on the deck and aimed his massive Multi-HMG at him, a Gaki, and the Oznat that were nearby. The uncomparable fire power of the TAG removed all targets in range in seconds. Massacre turned around just to hear the pilot saying:

I win the hunt. You owe money, baby.

Jazz, still one missing Gaki. Be careful it must be nearby. – Kilian was far from comfortable. There were attacks all across the station.

Jazz heard a menacing sound on the wall in front of her. A Gaki with no friends left climbed in the search of a victim. Shit, thought Jazz, non-hackable target.

Billy started repeating the sounds of the beast-master and the creature stopped confused in front of Jazzmin, who was holding the SMG with not much hope on it. To her surprise the creature sit down and fell asleep, the battle was over.

Billy. You are a genius!

Karlota made it in one peace through the whole and landed next to a REM that did a great try to come up with an “oh fuck me” surprise face.

Well, well, well. You are going back to your creators – Her breaker combi-rifle, missed the first attempt against a surprisingly agile Remote. But the second round finished the job.

A couple of minutes after, the hardworking Corregidor improvised combat group reunited on the upper deck. Karlota laid a hand on Kilian’s shoulder.

– Well. You did a hell of a job in your first performance as a Lieutenant. – To emphasize her irony, she looked at a deck that seemed like a landscape resulting from a Jurassic volcanic eruption. The whole place was smoking and damaged.
– I am sorry sir. The guys got a bit overenthusiastic…

Karlota looked briefly at Massacre and then continued talking.

– Good job. Not an easy first operation. Now, you – she pointed at Pablo – take your lieutenant to the infirmary, he is badly injured.
– Shouldn’t we go and help the other sections of the spaceship?
– No. We won’t abandon the post until those holes are sealed and the war here is finished. Corregidor never abandons its duty, kid. Don’t ever forget that. – She blinks an eye and turns around to take over the troops remaining.

Kilian didn’t notice at the heart of the action his injured leg. He was bleeding badly. that Taryot hit him clean on the right quad. What a debut.

But, even in such conditions, he couldn’t stop thinking about Lupe and N’ganu until he finally dropped unconscious. Their petacas were recovered but somehow, dying is still dying.