Mission Prep and Planning

(Setting this Forum thread as planning and preparations for the upcoming battle of Arcturus code name Tarawa, Operation Code Name Galvanic. As update come in in other forum threads, we can fine tune our attack plans, ideas and concerns about the pending battle here. This to include any equipment tests or weapons development. Anything else please put in another thread of Skype)  Task Force 53 Standing By waiting on supplies and manning  

Well on my down time I'm going to do some more testing on the new veritech prototypes including cyclones when he can. I don't know yet if we can or will bring any new equipment too the field but that up to leadership.  I can test out the beta some but I'm not proficient in combat with it.  Being a Veritech test pilot gives me a high pilot veritechs so it helps with testing the R&D Veritechs and cyclones without having to specialize into them.  I also dont feel that the beta should even be brought to the field on this one but there is allot I dont know about the mission.   Just let us know Ed and Michael what yall are thinking might be good to bring into the field on this mission that falls under equipment tests or weapons tests.  I think maybe some of the newer versions on the cyclones that are being tested might not be a bad idea.  Then again I dont think none of us are MECT trained on them combat wise so we should stick to the 10 series for combat.

Aboard the Zentraedi battle cruiser "The Cook" Multiple bursts of light and colour ran into one another as a wing of Alpha fighters weaved its way between larger vessels of the flotilla.  A tight, well-orchestrated display of flying prowess, they released another volley of flare burst missiles. “A gaudy display” Hadron grumbled to himself. The larger portion of the fleet was positioning for its first Space fold jump to Praxia .  A grandiose display for the citizens of Karbarra , a stream of video footage would be displayed at each city.  The intention (apparently), to impart a sense of hope and fevered support among the populous.  To ensure strong production and supply from this industrious world. A Purple envelope of light slowly blossomed from the SDF3, growing to encapsulate the assembled flotilla.  Hadron watched as it turned an opaque purple then collapsed in on itself, leaving an empty void where the flotilla had been. None of which interested Hadron , he had been left on the side lines, excluded from the larger campaign.  Envy and cold rage dwelling within him.  Feelings quite foreign to him, perhaps a cultural sickness that he had contacted from these micronians, rumour had it that there was a sickness amongst them that had incapacitated a communications vessel.  Nearly killing some of the crew. Death.  Death with no glory, no military purpose to record, it sickened him.  In days of old, his deeds and merit would see him reborn, a new clone body with memories of his former life.  Yet that technology was lost now, the knowledge to reinstate the clone chambers of old forgotten. However perchance there was hope.  These Karbarrens had displayed a history of bestowing stories of glory apon those of merit.  A history that even the Invid had been hard pressed to eradicate. “This must be the way forward for my people.” Hadron mumbled to himself.  To be recorded in history for great deeds, that would be to achieve an immortality.“A line of thought and conversation for another time.  Xander shall have to hear of my thoughts, to determine if I am damaged mentally.” Hadron grimaced at the premise of physical weakness. Turning from the viewing platform on the Battlecruiser Cook, Hadron set to viewing the military hardware that had been transferred to his holds.  For some weeks crates of material had been delivered, in what he suspected was a ramp up to war.  Now with his ship relegated to a second line support role, he endeavored to certify just what items had been stowed aboard. Strolling personally through the cavernous holds of the battle cruiser, he ran a studied eye over rows of traditional Zentraedi Battle pods.  Scout pods, Light and Heavy artillery pods, almost a full complement of machines lay at rest in this Mech bay.  Yet providing the manning for these units would be an issue as there simply were not enough troops.  Surely there had to be some way to replenish troop numbers…

Lrons Inspection. The pleasant tang of heavy industrial grease wafted through the production line.  Retooling of the existing production lines was not progressing to schedule, and as a stop gap measure Lron had hand picked some of the most skilled Karbarren elders from those POW’s rescued. With the help of these proud Craftsbears, they had managed to hand craft a small number of these Micronian “Cyclones”.  But more importantly, modify and redesign the Karbarren Mining exoskeleton into a combat ready Power Armor. Word had it that, amongst the youth, there were numerous Karbarens looking to demonstrate their support in combat roles. Lron was not sure how he felt regarding that matter.  Violence was not as inherent to his people as it appeared to be to these Humans, or to the Masters.  His investigations into Human “Micronian” history had unearthed an uneasy peace that held their forces together.  In fighting, grudges, greed, a lust for power over ones common Bear (or man in this case).  A common enemy had been required to cement humanity together under one flag, but what would occur if they won the day and defeated the Regents Invid force? Would these heroes to his people suddenly turn against them?  Could they simply be exchanging one collar of servitude for another? Hopefully the plans he was developing with Rodar , to mobilize a Karbarran Self Defense Force , would allay such fears. Though secret attempts to replicate the Cyclone armor transformation capabilities for their own units had met with no success, there were valuable lessons learnt. But any prospective threat that the Humans posed, in reality, paled in comparison to the history of brutality visited apon them by the Regent.  Memories of the horrors that he had witnessed would still haunt him, probably for years to come.  That was most likely the justification many a would be Karbarren warrior required…. Official Report to War Council Galvanic Units Produced: VR-021 Nova Space Cyclone                                                                          4 items only, 2 in production. VR-024 Comet Space Cyclone                                                                        3 items only, 2 in testing/commissioning. VR-015 Spider Cyclone                                                                                   1 Functional unit only, Technical issues with 3 units in production. 1 unit (10) Karbarren “Ursa” combat Armor.                                                    Unit fully armed with Ion Rifles, Report Ends

Maintenance and Servicing Division TST (Technical Support Troop) Bravo “God damn it! Fuck Fuck FUCK!”Flung with force and anger, Sean Tillmans CVR-2 helmet bounced off the reinforcing bulk head and rattled across the floor.  Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead as his body started to shake uncontrollably.  The last of his adrenaline spent, he felt himself slipping into the early stages of shock as the medics rushed to his side and eased him into a sitting position. “PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER SON” Squadron leader Insomniac bellowed, though in truth his display was more for show.  Something had gone wrong, badly wrong with a signal connection on the VR-024 suite that Tillman had been asked to test for commissioning purposes. Kneeling beside Tillman he fussed with the removal catches, assisting hanger Technician Varga in removing the malfunctioning suite.  The rebuke snapped Sean’s eyes onto Insomniacs face. Sir some one tried to kill me! Sean croaked out. “Son, no on tried to kill you.  These things happen, though thankfully not often.”   Insomniac replied in a smooth practiced voice.  Panic could lead a man to link unrelated events, he had seen it before in many a trooper.  “We will run diagnostics and debrief you once medical have had a chance to give you the all clear.” Fighting back waves of nausea, Sean saluted as he recomposed himself.  “Yes, of course, yes…” “Insomniac, Sir…Thank you for getting me back here in on piece.”  Sean stammered, as the medical staff hit him with a cocktail of drugs to stabilize his heart rate. “No sir…I am certain that it wasn’t sabotage.” Insomniac replied in a calm level voice.  “If I may, I would prefer to discuss this matter in person.  Yes, the sooner the better.  Thank you, sir.” Xander would require a comprehensive debrief on the incident, however perhaps Xavior might be able to convey the potential magnitude more effectively to the War Council.  With the greater fleet departing for Praxia , it would appear that a better part of the serviceable military hardware had departed with them.  This was causing no end of issues for his team, as they fought against deadlines, to ensure that certified equipment was made available. Sean’s VR-024 Comet Space cyclone had been built from scratch, using blue prints, by a Karbarren labour force.The issue being that none of them had any prior experience in the development of these Cyclones, they were operating to unrealistic deadlines and that all their projects seemed to be given the same priority.  That being that the equipment was required yesterday. The result, well that was what had happened today.  It was just lucky that it hadn’t been any worse… Insomniac consoled himself. Sean had just converted to Battleoid mode as he prepared to maneuver between space junk that had been towed into position to create the proving grounds.  Best the maintenance team could surmise, was that a partial break in a signal/control cable caused the left side of his Cyclone.  This sent erratic left side commands to his arm and leg thrusters, causing him to impact several obstacles before ricocheting off, out into space. “Thankfully I had that test flight today.” Insomniac mused. “For once the right place at the right time.”Even if it had taken about 45 mins to locate the flailing test pilot. No, this pace could not be maintained safely. He would have to petition Xavior to ask the Galvanic War council to focus on one or two projects only.