The Federations: Stant Davis

Stant Davis sat strapped into a personnel seat by a thick cloth harness aligned against the wall. Sitting adjacent to him all along the wall were dozens of other troopers strapped into their seats as well. They all sat with a hand grasped onto their battle rifles that were hooked into the floor in between their legs due to limited amount of space available in the holding chamber. They were swaying back and forth as the Drop-Ship (a.k.a the boat) tore through the open atmosphere descending rapidly towards the ground. They were landing on a planet called Destro-6, a fuel type planet the supplies a forth of the vessel in the NEF (New Earth Federation) fleet.

“Staff Sergeant!” A Trooper yelled over the roar of the thruster engines as the boat slammed against the sound barriers. “Why in the hell did command send us to deal with another rebellion while we are at the brink of a war with another enemy?”

Staff Sergeant Davis was the leading officer on his boat, so of course most complaints would hit him. The Staff Sergeant turned his head to face the trooper who was directing him, “Private Fulmer,” Davis cocked a sarcastic smile and looked at his other troopers who were smiling back at him, “Haven’t you heard Private Fulmer- Troopers! Educate the man.” All the troopers at once hollered. “We lead the way, we are the way! Troopers of the Knight! Hell yeah!” Then systematically the chamber room fell back in to a disciplined silence except for the roar of the engines and the hard rippling of the air against the hull of the drop ship.

The Trooper laughed, “All the same Staff Sergeant, why don’t they send another unit to handle this little rebellion instead of us? I mean it would be nice to have more combat experience troops!”

The Staff Sergeant nodded in agreement, “Private I’m happy I have a General-to-be under my command, and to reward you, you’re now promoted to point man! Enjoy! Shut Up!” The smiled on Fulmer’s face disappeared quickly as the rest of the boat erupted into strong laughter.

Moments later the boat jerked real hard causing a few cuss words and burst of anger; the lights in the chamber clicked off and red light aluminates the chamber. Followed by clicks of the harnesses and guns releasing allowing everyone to stand and prepare to disembark. Then a yellow light flicked on, this light signals for all HUD (Head Up Display) Devices to be turned on; the HUD system installed into their helmets and displays on the clear see through visor. Everyone stood calm starring at the Drop Door awaiting the green light signal to them to exit the rear of the craft. Inside their helmets a voice spoke into their ears, “Everyone forwards on my count, in 3…2…1 Move! Move! Move!” The Door dropped open and the bright light over took the chamber. Staff Sergeant Davis visor automatically shaded his eyes from the bright orange glow gleaming at them. The troopers ran down the exit ramp on to the ground.

Davis stopped and look at the surroundings, with in his immediate sector; the terrain was a normal looking desert like any back on Earth but with high mountain ranges outlining the far distance. Their target was a large oil refinery factory, it is the single largest factory ever to be built and it is considered to be a high value target by the rebels known as the Feds (federals). All around dozens of drop ships landed and unloading its cargo of troopers onto the ground.

“Alright Troopers,” Davis Spoke up as he walked to the front of the squad it was time for the personal briefing that each squad held before mission. Due to the loud roaring engines they all had to wait till they were on the ground. “Our mission is there,” He pointed at the colossal Oil Refinery behind him. “We received reports that tension was building among the work personnel within the factory, and it seemed as if the Feds had infiltrated the work force and provoked the next events. The factory was ceased and held under guard by what was reported as a small force of insurgents. We were told not to expect much resistance, so please do not shoot noncombatants. But however, due to the fact that they started as insurgents, High Command has issued a Total Kill order. So if a group or a person with a group engages you, the entire group is deemed for neutralization. So spare yourself the conscience of killing innocents because it will happen. Me personally I prefer my Troopers not to do that. If you can’t single out the enemy then proceed with force, but please try to prevent unneeded casualties. This factory is largest factory you will ever see in your life, it’s like a small city basically, we have a whole company on the ground to sweep and put down these rebels, NI (Naval Intel) has deemed this excessive but necessary force, so there are no reinforcements on standby.” He points up to the fleet,” Our Battle Cruiser is the only ship staying in orbit, the rest of our small fleet is combining with the rest of the Surry fleet at Arotica; so help, if we need it, will be a few days away.”

Behind him burst of gun fire and explosions over took their ears as members of other squads engaged enemy personnel that were ducked behind cover in high raise plat forms on the side of the factory’s outer walls. Davis whole squad looks over at the actions unfolding without them. “ALRIGHT LETS MOVE!” Davis yelled as he and ten other armor troopers run in formation towards the factory. For about five hundred yards they were to running in the dead open without any cover, all the way to their assigned entrance point to the factory that was also supplied with little cover.

As he came in clear sight of the upper level hostiles he pulled up his LSR-3 assault rifle and burst a few shots at the poorly concealed enemies. Most of the rebel’s makeshift cover consisted of steel rectangular frames lying up against the metal railings of the factory walkways. Once they reached their entrance, which was a old entry way for massive transport vehicles. The automatic locking system on the side, which was a black color steel panel there was covered in rust just like the door and was found to be of no use. “Staff Sergeant! This door is no good, we need a new entry point,” A trooper said flinching down as the ringing of bullets flicked by and off the metal near him. Davis order his men to back away from the door and align themselves with the wall until he figured out what the next plan of action was. “Sonja! I need a entrance and fast!”

“New entry way being located.” A Woman’s voice spoke to him through his HUD comset (Communications set inside his helmet, linked to his HUD) “Staff Sergeant go fifty yards down the southern wall your are currently located and there is an old lift platform still functional that will take you up to level three then go twenty more yards to your right to a personnel door that will give you access to the a high ground position over looking your original entry point.” As the words came into his ear he barked out the orders and his squad broke into a dead sprint for the lift platform to escape the random hell fire raining down from the many balconies of the factory that had enemies shooting at them.

Once the reach the platform and elevated to the third level, they caught the rebel troops out in the open. The Troopers’ training quickly came to life as a few discipline shots erupted from behind Davis’s head whizzing into the enemies leather chest plats. “Targets down,” The words echoed within Davis’s helmet.

“Team One, on the door, team two on the breach. Move, move, move, we are already behind the others,” Davis ordered as the men responded to his voice. They all moved into position just as Davis commanded, the men looked tense, ready for what was waiting on the other side of the door, “3, 2, 1. NOW!” They breached the door and ran in guns hot, rapidly scanning all risings and cover points for hostile troops. Nothing.

“It’s all clear,” A Trooper Spoke up, “Clear here,” Another one spoke, then the others followed with the same results.

“Team One, on point. Team two on flanks, double time this to the first security outpost.” Davis ordered and just a previous his men moved swiftly to his commands. The sound of their boots ringed of the metal walkways surface as they jogged towards the first outpost of the NEF security forces. When they reached the area they were surprised to find it completely unharmed and abandoned.

“This is strange sir, I would have thought to find friendliest or at least some Feds nested around here.” A trooper said as he walked into the security room.

“Staff Sergeant, Maybe we have an empty lot, the other squads could be having the problems,” Private Fulmer continued “Regardless, Ace is Right. We should have seen somebody by now.”

Ace nodded to Fulmer for his support that he rarely gave. Davis noticed the squads awareness increase as they began to get uncomfortable with the mission.

“Alright, we’ll move to the next security post and see what it looks like there before we get any more uncomfortable with the situation. Intel reported that there should be hostages being held at the next security post.” Davis finished and directed his men towards the next outpost. Just like the last one it was abandoned, undamaged, and left the squad with an even big conscience about how about the situation felt.

“Team two set up perimeter around the outpost. Ace and Darv check in the security room for any Intel that seems useful. I’m patching into Mission comset with the AI to discuss what the hell is going on here.” Davis turned and directed his attention into his visor.

“Sonja, scan Mission comset and tell me what the hell is going. Intel has screwed us this far, I need you to give me some concrete and reliable.” Davis asked Sonja in a cool and calm voice.

“I took it upon myself to start fixing the void in tour intelligence right after the first slip up on the entryway. Usually slip ups don’t happen like that so I became a little curious, as you call it,” Sonja said with a smile. “From what I have been gathering, the rest of the squads have been reaching similar results as finding no hostages or enemies beyond their entry to the factory. On a stranger note; each squad has had to relocate due to entry way problems, and as of right now you all are off the original course due to bad schematics provided to you….”

“So you’re telling me we are all off target? Due to bad Intel,” Davis gut sank, “Sonja, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That our intelligence has been compromised by Federals? Yes that is what I’m becoming afraid of.” Sonja replied coldly.

“But if that’s true, then…” He paused,” This is a trap.”

Suddenly a massive boom sounded through the factory and shook them all off their feet. It was an explosion. The mission comset exploded with chatter so rapidly that it was unable to be made out, so he transferred to a direct comset with his AI.

“Sonja! What the hell was that!?” His squad members all looked at him as his hand moved up to his helmet to try and hear better; but there was no response.

“Sonja! Do you read me,” Davis yelled as the sounds of smaller explosions started setting off and gun fire echoing through the vast empty factory.

“Sii-rr,” A static voice called out sounding like Sonja voice, “Sii-rrr.”

A wave of nervous energy rushed through the squad, “Sonja, What The Hell Is Going On?” Nothing happened but more static, and then suddenly a voice started talking.”Staff Sergeant Davis! Do you read me?”
“Yes, who the hell is this,” He asked impatiently with anger. “Davis its Colonel Triton!”

“Triton? Whha!” Davis was cut off.

“Staff Sergeant we have no time for that now. That explosion you just heard was your battle cruiser being blown out of orbit. It’s a Fed trap, we were worried about a security breach in our intelligence and it’s just been confirmed. This whole mission is a set up. You need to get out of their now!” The colonel’s voice faded into static and his attention was immediately misdirected by bullets ricocheting off the wall nearest to him. He ducked to avoid more bullets as his squad exploded into a fire fight, like the many others happening in different part of the factories.  An explosion went off nearby dropping Davis to knees, Private Fulmer ran over to him while shooting at the enemy positions.

“Staff Sergeant, we need orders!” Fulmer said as he picks Davis up.

“Fall back! We are getting the hell out of here,” He said as he lifted his rifle to his shoulder and shot two enemy soldiers that came around the corner, “Exit here!” He ordered as his men started too retreated in a disciplined manor. Three of his troopers were wounded so he stayed behind to cover them, but it did them no good as a enemy soldier nudged a grenade at them blasting them apart. Davis felt pity for them at first but immediately his instincts took over and he darted away with the rest of his squad. The moved quick and in a tightly lined formation back through the way they came and the once emptied locations were filled with scattered enemy soldiers opening fire of them. Davis was bringing up the rear when he saw a couple more of his troopers dead lying on the ground as he passed over them.

Fulmer was leading the group and his voice powered its way to Davis’s ears in the rear, “Exit ahead.” Another bullet whizzed by Davis’s Head and slammed into the neck of a Trooper in front of him, spewing a blood spatter across Davis’s face.

 

 

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