78 M1 - Term: 2, Round: 2 (2/2)
The Travelator stopped, it had travelled down and across taking the group directly to what looked like a mech bay. ”This is mech bay five, its where my brigade's mechs are stored including my own.” A brigade historically contained thousands of soldiers before exos and mechs were introduced as the mainstay. According to the cadet's military studies, it was likely Col. Martin commanded a thousand exo soldiers and eighty to a hundred mech pilots.
The Mech Bay was massive and had its own elevators to the surface. They were located on the rear wall behind the individual bays for rapid deployment. The Mech Bay itself was at least fifteen metres high, and it was so long the cadets could not see the end properly. It was typical for its purpose, rails down the centre and the individual bays lined two sides. The cadets could only see six-metre mechs, although it was large enough to accommodate the twelve-metre variety.
Each individual bay had a partition with an elevated work platform on one side and a knuckle boom hanging from the roof. Various tools and were attached to the partition with sockets for many more hydraulic, thermal or electric powered tools.
”This is my Mech,” Stanley said proudly standing in front of a bay. His six-metre mech had the brigades symbol which looked like a ferocious weasel or otter the cadets were not sure.
”You don't have a twelve-metre Sir?” Picard asked.
”No I like to pilot the same model as everyone in the brigade,” Col. Martin explained. He summoned a tech sergeant who ran through all the particulars of the bay for the cadets.
”We don't build the mechs here, but we maintain and tune them,” the tech sergeant explained.
”Follow cadets, back on the travelator, and we'll head to hanger four,” Col. Martin said.
Hangar must have been situated underneath the landing pads. It was so massive that the elevators from all six pads could be seen coming through the roof and continuing on through the floor.
Col. Martin walked towards one the of massive elevators, it was large enough to fit the largest VTOL craft in the hangar. The squad looked around, there seemed to be two types of VTOL and each of varying size.
”The VTOL carriers load into these elevators which deliver them to the surface in an orderly fashion, the elevators can carry ten fully loaded craft at a time and launch one every minute. But you see down the end there?” He asked and received a few nods after the cadets peered down the length of the hangar.
”If rapid deployment is ordered a corridor opens up that connects to the mech and exo bays and another to the surface. It's orderly chaos when we drill, but we are able to launch all loaded carriers within fifteen minutes,” Col. Martin replied.
The size of the base was impressive, but Daedo had concerns which were instigated when Col. Martin informed him of the number of on-base personnel.
*Daedo: Myrmidon can you do a search and calculation for me, accuracy criteria eighty percent. We can use publicly available data.*
*Myrmidon: yes Daedo. I have been cataloguing all the vehicles, equipment and support infrastructure as requested.*
*Daedo: thanks. I want you to investigate something else. What is the GDP of the member countries of the EUDF, what is the total capability of the EUDF in terms of exos, mechs and pilots to operate. Add in any available data on the air and space force. I want to know the cost of the military in comparison to the total GDP.*
*Myrmidon: Its listed on the Brussels annual governmental report. We don't need to calculate. Do you want me to cross check?*
*Daedo: Its probably right, but cross check anyway. What is the governmental report figure?*
*Myrmidon: GDP of EUDF members are listed elsewhere, but it is nine-teen point seven trillion bitcreds. The tax total is fifteen percent of GDP which is two point nine trillion. The cost of the EUDF is eight point one billion bitcreds. It's less than point three of a percent of tax revenue.*
Daedo let out a yelp. Mace turned to look at him.
*Myrmidon: Daedo. The report also shows that corporation tax credits on private military forces are more than one hundred times the EUDF budget.*
”What's wrong?” She asked. He had a concerned look on his face.
”I'll tell you later,” he replied.
Now Mace was worried. That answer never boded well.
The Colonel took the cadets through several VTOL carriers as they expressed great interest in the vehicles. There were exo carriers which held eight, which were fast and nimble to the largest being forty. The mech carriers ranged from two to the mammoth which carried eight six-metre mechs.
”It's time to tour the mess,” Col. Martin announced. ”During lunch, I can answer your questions, and after that, we will head out onto the range for the Escape from Alcatraz.”
Picard's parents joined them in the mess hall. They had pre-arranged with Col. Martin the time and place as there were several like venues on the base.
”Master Sergeant Picard,” her Mother introduced herself before the cadets were seated. ”I have read all of Odette's reports several times. It's great to finally meet you all.” She said sternly, which was probably her version of sweet. Her mother was short, but her presence made it seem like she was three metres tall. She was someone who would rival Master Nader when it came to force of will.
Her Father was tall and thin, best described a lanky. ”Specialist Picard,” he introduced himself. He was quiet and softly spoken.
”Which one of you trained Picard, ahem Odette, in martial combat?” Barran asked genuinely curious.
”We both did, of course, Cadet,” Master Sergeant Picard answered as mildly as she could, but it still sounded like a scolding to Barran.
Similar to the academy cafeteria cadets ordered meals which were brought to their location by a serving drone a few minutes later. To avoid running into personnel, the drones ran under the floor and popped up through the middle of the table. Utensils and plates were sent back by simply placing them on the surface next to the drone entry.
After a few minutes of small talk, the cadets began peppering the adults with questions regarding the exercise.
”How many enemies will there be?” Axelzero asked.
”Random number. In a real-world scenario, it's likely you would not know even if you knew the numbers in the area. We draw on a pool of five hundred hostiles in the area. There could be ten or five hundred,” Col. Martin answered grinning at the concern his words were causing.
”The title is Escape from Alcatraz,” Picard began. She had not heard of this scenario, she was familiar with a few as it wasn't something she studied. ”Which describes an objective where we must get out. Can you explain the objective?”
Col. Martin nodded, still smiling evilly. ”You are dropped at the centre of the range into a small fake village we use for exercises. There are twenty buildings, none above two stories. In the scenario, before the mission began, you were to defend this village. But the enemy swept through an hour before you arrived and all the locals were killed. Your carrier was called away on an urgent mission, and no assets are available to lift you out. You need to fight your way to the safe zone which is fifteen kilometres to your South.”
”The parameters assume you have been in the village for fifteen minutes to discover these facts,” He finished.
”Are we allowed to use drones?” Daedo asked.
”Your kit has been assigned by your CO. It includes eight surveillance drones, seven railguns, seven sets of swords and shields. We will supply the melee weapons, they are designed for this exercise,” Col. Martin explained.
”No grenades, grenade launchers or traps?” Mace asked.
Col. Martin shook his head, ”Your CO is stingy.”
The cadets laughed. Even a Colonel could be funny given the opportunity. The laughter and occupants brought a few interested stares from enlisted personnel.
”Are you going to warn them about the enemy?” Specialist Picard asked softly.
”What do you mean Specialist?” Col. Martin asked.
Picard's Father moved uncomfortably in his seat. It was apparent he rarely spoke up and especially in the present company.
”Uhh,” he said almost apologetically, ”in my experience exo soldiers do not hold Academy brats in the highest esteem. They will not be gentle.”