The two Atraxian green gods of carnage and mayhem soon began fighting with each other once more about who would eat Shara. But mighty Shara was also known for his own fury and rose to his feet with his work maul in his hands and rushed the two brutes. The resulting conflict tore the heavens asunder. It is said the other gods feared to halt the fight because as terrible and savage as Atrrax and Atraxia were, Shara's fury was somehow far harder to quench.
Eventually, the battle was ended, when Atraxia had his face smashed into the Great Angel moon over the elven homeworld. Attrax bloodied and bruised ran off across the heaven giggling saying he'd be back for "Anuva go real soon." Shara, tired and enraged abandoned the great home he was building and returned to his earthen works to slumber. Or so the myth goes.
Arta stood at the head of her company as they marched off of their transport. She had mobilized everything for this operation. Humanitarian aid as it was called by the High Command. Their orders were simple. Observe the conflict, and keep the civilians save from harm While the Kowlooni forces engaged the Atraxians. Yet, Arta was expecting more haste. The Atraxian invasion fleet was only hours away at this point and this city was still operating as if nothing was going to happen.
Arta turned about to see her Troops in full parade looking out at the Bazaar that surrounded the spaceport. Beyond that was the skyline of a city with its glass windows glimmering in the warm sun. Elves, humans, unknown aliens were all moving around the Bazaar making exchanges of all kinds. Clothing, food, bedding.
They should be fleeing.
Arta placed her hands on her hips, and let out a soft gasp of exasperation. "These people are....do they not know? What is this insanity?" She quipped.
This man was the acting company NCO, Authoritarian Dhunjhik Shas. Shas belonged to the same family as the Union's Grand Commissar, and by blood. While the 147th did not contain a Commissar, rumors were floating around that one may soon exist, and that man would have to fight Shas for positional dominance. Shas' voice boomed over the noise as the company approached their commander,his inflections and accent sharp and rough at the same time.
"Comp'NY! HALT! "
One trooper stayed trooper stayed the course, one trooper kept marching. Straight into the back of the trooper in front of him, tipping first one trooper, then another, then two more, then five. Until like a funnel opening in the formation, troopers fell forwards. Revealing the tall, bulky form of Suitez, standing over his groaning comrades, eyes looking down at the havoc caused, before he started marching right over the top.
The peach-trash colored face set in determination as he walked forwards, presumably towards the nearest bar.
She said to Arta, “This thing,” she observed, “It seems, what is it, stupid? But, maybe? It is not. I do not know.”
The helmeted Gartagen whipped Arta’s tail idly with hers as they stood looking at the menagerie of apparent incompetence. She meant it to be calming by way of her typical casual violence. Ruu, the stoic not-give-a-fuck officer who had got her rank by punching someone in the nose over it, had become Arta’s general shadow since their not-so-secret liason several years prior during one of the public fertility festivals. She typically served as the grounding rock to the proud officer’s tempest personality.
“Not matters, eh?”
To those that knew him, he was most commonly just known as Tam, Bithut Palmatar Tam for the full name, the only penal trooper known to have actually reached relatively high rank in the RRF.
Suitez marched past. Arta did not even give a reaction. Her eyes fell onto Shas who was her chief NCO at this point, with a look at said: "Take care of it, or I'll take care of you." The soldier in question was STFC Suitez, AKA Arta's Brother by Marriage. Nepotism was rife within the Sharani military; half the troopers in the 147th were likely related in some way. Though to be honest Arta did feel a sense of relief having a family member moving about.
Shas' would see Arta in her full battle rattle, rifle slung over her shoulder, her Renshen, a long curved two-handed sword tied around her waist in its scabbard, the hilt brushing lightly against her chest plate.He'd feel she was open to him. Somebody who was interested.
"Tam, Ruu, I am open to suggestions about how to Deploy the 147th and the 287th kith. CIvilians in this city complicate things.....I'd rather not have them listed as expendable." Arta said two of her gloved fingers reached up and rapidly tapped her chin.
It actually came a long time after Tam's, and the waiting seemed a little uncomfortable. She had become preoccupied with the buildings. Big, nice looking buildings with lots of little pink-skinned nice looking people rolling in and out of them. Ruu's helmet was off, mostly because she liked to air out her long hair, which she had bound back this time in her customary way - with more of her hair. The long braids itched sometimes. So, much like Tam, she scratched. She just scratched at the base of her scalp instead of her chin.
"Give zem weapons," Ruu decided. "Put zem," she continued, in her thick Ghal accent - thank Shara she had learned to speak Sharran over the last several tours, and could speak without the aid of the translator - "In the, how you say, houses, there, and break all things, all things, make streets bad to pass."
She tapped the rifle on her shoulder again a few times, glancing to Arta's tail and then up to Arta, dubiously.
"Is bad but, is best thing."
"Oh, aye, just go'in go keel meself width drink 'afore t'enamy cain!" Suitez replied happily, a strong peach colored hand grabbing at Shas's shoulder to pull him into a jovial embrace towards what might pass for a drinking establishment on this backwater. "Why 'aint cha come join meh?"
The thick accent wasn't Sharran, it wasn't Ghallic, it was Rivertalk. The dialect of the poor and squalid inhabitants of the City of Rivers, the squalid parts Suitez was intimately familiar with growing up the son of a plumber, but less of the poor now that he had been roped into marriage with Arta's sister Garta, of which the two had once looked similar, too long ago.
The gart was strong, though, clearly capable of hauling the NCO over to the bar and across the threshold if they so wished.
The Authoritarian looked back to Suitez as he awaited his answer, changing his expression more of that of someone who was trying to keep both of their asses off of the chopping block. They had been on this rock for not even an hour and Shas was already beginning to feel the stress.
However Gartagen defensive tactics were generally geared to bleeding the enemy white. With Atraxians, that doctrine changed. Sitting and drawing the rugged green monsters into a bloodbath was simply a battle the Union Could not win. The only viable tactic was the elimination of Atraxian leaders.
A heavy shovel made a heft sound as it cut into the dirt. The fertile soil of this world flicked smacking Shas' armor. Shas, would see Keb Bronleh of his fire team that had been assigned to his fire team working hard digging an earthen trench. She was a thin Gartagen, and not particularly tall. A tiny inoffensive thing. She was green too make matters worse. A fact Shas could see because her Heavy Edjia Gauss rifle was resting next to her and getting caked in moist dirt. She was for the most part pretty quiet, though from what Shas had seen...she suddenly went alert when fighting began.
Atop the earthwork was. Perquy. His Ithcalushii, who specialized in operating the Hiksha transport. He was not digging. In fact, his shovel(Gifts of the local Kowlooni) was discarded, and he stood, urinating off the top of a dirt mound. "Shas!" He yelled, looking back at his Authoritarian, and not distracted from his biological break. His Rebreather was hanging limply to the right of his helmet. "AREWEGONNAGETSENTOUTONANOTHERGREENSKINHUNT?!"
The Authoritarian had his fair share of shenanigans, though right now he was focused in on getting dirt and mud out of his Battle Rifle's coils and retuning the irons back to zero. "There better not be a bunch of mud in my Hiksha when we get back to it. If there is I will skullfuck the guy who put it there." He shouldered his rifle to check the sights before getting back to his standing around and digging with his gift shovel.
Bronleh looked up and stopped digging as Shas had commanded. "Okay." She said turning and looking at her Edjia gauss rifle. The girl was a Red Gartagen. Quite rare in the Gartagen military, but it did happen. She bearly passed basic training. Flunked any written test outside of basic understanding. Her sheet had her placed in the 147th due to sub-par performance to regimental standards. One thing she received high marks in, and that saved her from being mustered out was her psychological profile. When it came to fighting Bronleh was unflinching. She was quiet and spoke with a low deep feminine voice. She picked up her weapon and fastened the control arm to her harness, and began to clean the weapon....poorly. The dirt just smeared across its housing.
Every soldier in the 147th was assembled and digging. The radio was alive with chatter. Arta's command to Shas, and her other Authoritarians was simple. "Dig. Dig trenches dig holes, dig. When the enemy comes, destroy them."
Accross the radio Shas could hear complaining, fussing, questions, and routine reporting. The troopers of the 147th were however enthusiastic. Eager to kill the Atraxians. "Sowhatarewedoinghereanyway, Shas?" Perquey called out.
"There is some pinkskin over there from the alliance recording us," Bronleh said cutting off Perquey, and standing up, pointing to a human, who was in strange looking combat armor, but had no weapon. A male, and hovering above his right shoulder was a little drone, with its eye aimed directly at Shas.
Purquey spoke. "Uh. I don't think those are Greenies." He said still manning his weapon.
Bronleh hissed a curse. "I'm never going to get to waste anything..."
Indeed Purque was correct. Shas, could with his rifle see that the movement in the kill zone, was disorganized. Though the people approaching were not hulking Atraxians. They were Kowlooni soldiers. From the looks of it...they were in bad shape.
A bass voice called out. "Orders Authoritarian?"
"What ze fuck is this?"
The answer came in a rumbling bass: "They're local Militia."
A dark shadow loomed next to Ruu. It didn't loom over her, because Ruu was tall, but she squinted at it anyway. There stood a statue painted red, with a gold cloak floating behind in the low breeze. The patterning on the armor suggested that the suit was both new, and very expensive. It had gilt all over it. Compared to Ruu's armor, it practically screamed noble. However, the belt-fed machine gun, of a size enough that it could have been off of a starfighter, that the Paladin armor carried looked excessively business-like - and the armor had already been scarred and pockmarked by warfare.
The belts were slung beneath its left arm in a canister attached to its hip.
"I'm the Bailiff. The Lord's men have fallen back and are preparing elsewhere, but this lot wanted to help."
"Bailiff, have your men begin to aid in the digging of the defense line. With their aid... we might get all of this done much sooner." As he finished, he turned back, grabbed his shovel, and went back to digging into the trench. If the Atraxians hit the line now, they would have slim pickings, but if they got the trench dug faster and sooner, they might have a fighting chance with already being dug in. The wheels in Shas' head were beginning to turn, and the true Authoritarian was trying to form defense plans.
"OH!" Purque called out as some of the Baliff's militia climbed over the dirt wall. "HOTTIES!" the wiry Gartagen exclaimed as a militia-woman walked past him. He fumbled around his gear before jerking out a pair of flashy sunglasses and put them on. "Shas you didn't say there were going to be sexy alien girls! Ladies! I'm single! I have a crate of rations over there!"
Otti shook his head and began digging next to Shas. Bronleh was the last to stand up, but she did and stood looming over the battlefield.
It was as the all-clear was given Arta strode up, doing checks to ensure everybody was digging where she said. Arta's face was bare but her helmet was securely on her head. "Ruu, sit-rep?" She called out as she continued her approach.
Patiently, she said, "There could be more digging. There could be less digging."
Ruu had her helmet under her arm, and her rifle slung under the shoulder, so Arta caught the dubious faith the yellow gart's expression carried when she looked to the Militia members. But, to all appearances, they were digging well, and Ruu didn't say anything when Shas and Purque started in on them. She just looked to Arta, and when she caught her eyes she shrugged.
He got fed up with the shovel a little bit afterwards, stabbing it into the ground before going and using his hands to start shoring up what they had and packing everything in, all the while humming that same tune.
Then Shas own squad reported. "Contact!" Purque shouted as he dropped his shovel, and grabbed his rifle. He tightened his helmet and fixed his goggles and mask. "HUD activated." He called out to Shas. "Gun Camera is working."
Bronleh leaps up onto the embankment standing. "In position. Auto-targeting deactivated. Ready to get shit dead." She said flatly. Otti laid down on his belly next to Purqey, though his rifle was not raised, he had his hand grasping the tip of her tail so that he could jerk her back down on Sha's orders.