Chapter 367 (2/2)
Sma'akamo'o nodded slowly.
This was new. There should have been dozens of Terran military around. The only military he had seen was the ten soldiers that had jogged out of the building.
Something weird is going on. This is new, and with Terrans, new is bad, Sma'akamo'o thought.
”Order an attack upon that base,” Lo'opado'o ordered. ”A mere company of tanks should do the job,” he sneered.
”Send in powered armor infantry,” Sma'akamo'o ordered.
”You waste resources,” Lo'opado'o said.
”Wasting resources is why I'm alive to even apply my knowledge on Terran military operations to the defense of this planet,” Sma'akamo'o stated.
”Tanks and infantry will be ready in two hours,” one of the techs said.
”And then we will wipe these Terrans from the face of the planet,” Eye'likmo'oney laughed.
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Jane was still working fast. She had survived the first five minutes, even had shot down almost a dozen enemy aerospace craft. She'd ordered drones to recover the wreckage and throw it into the grinders, with orders to examine the molycircs to try to determine the enemy wavelengths.
She had her Nanoforge up, had linked it to the cloning bank, so that now the clones would come out wearing Type-II armor and carrying Tier-II weapons.
Water was pumping in from the Delta. Filtered for biomass and industrial chemical contaminates and then used to cool reactors in the buildings. The biomass went straight into the cloning lab, the chemicals went to the nanoforge.
Finally, the drill had reached the petroleum. A mixture of industrial chemicals and biomass, she had the crude pumped out to storage tanks. She had the mass and resources to build a vehicle nanoforge.
She set her drones to work, three to build the building, the other nine, her limit, to building defense systems.
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Sma'akamo'o watched as the dozen tanks, backed by fifty powered armor infantry, charged the Terran base.
The Terrans had their defenses up and the tanks were shredded by anti-armor fire, the power armor shredded by infantry dug into heavily armored fighting positions. In the middle of the fight one of the fighting positions had a hatch open in the top and deployed a rapid fire heavy minigun.
The attack was destroyed.
”You are giving the Terrans too much time to dig in,” Sma'akamo'o said. ”You need to swarm them under now. Every minute they'll get stronger, tougher, with more troops, vehicles, and weapons.”
”Bah, they have access to water and petroleum,” Eyelikmo'oney said. ”So what?”
”See, they're gathering the wreckage, taking it back to dump it. You let them set up one of their damnable nano-forges,” Sma'akamo'o told them.
The other two Most High waved their hands, ignoring the problem.
”Send in more tanks. Back them up with a flight of grav-strikers and a battalion of infantry,” Lo'opado'o ordered.
Sma'akamo'o watched as they sent more troops in.
He quietly ordered the nearby military base to full alert, to fire up even the tanks.
If any Executor tried to stop the officers, the officers were to summarily execute them on the spot.
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Jane cursed as the fast recon drone showed the nearby Lanky military base light up. Someone wasn't waiting for escalation.
”Gonna zerg me, eh?” she asked.
She prioritized power generation, mass reclaimation, and the vehicle nanoforge upgrade, adding two more nanoforges to the building to build advanced weapons and ammunition for the vehicles.
Her console started beeping and she cursed again.
More tanks, backed up by air support and infantry.
Moving quickly she gave the orders to the Born Whole clones, sending them through the tunnels to the bunkers, making sure the nanoforges printed out anti-armor weapons.
”You think this is my first time?” she giggled, the sound completely at odds with her male body.
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Sma'akamo'o watched as the tanks, strikers, and infantry were destroyed. He watched as, again, the Terran seemed to prioritize gathering the wreckage. As he watched another two pipelines to the delta were being built and a long one, miles long, was heading for the cliff that dropped into the ocean.
He frowned.
A light tank rolled out of the building, armored Terrans running from one building, getting in, and moving it to patrol the border of the military encampment. He could see solar collectors being built, and as he watched, a basic petroleum refinery was finished, the robotic drones rushing over to build another refined petroleum generator.
The Terrans were building the base right before his eyes and his idiotic co-commanders were just letting the Terran do it.
”Use atomics,” Sma'akamo'o said, his voice horrified.
”On our own planet? That close to an urban center?” Lo'opado'o asked, horrified.
”You don't have much longer. Use atomics or kinetic kill weapons from orbit,” he said.
As he watched two robotic drones started flattening the ground.
With a sinking feeling he realized that a striker runway was being built.
”Use atomics,” he whispered.
The other two Lanaktallan ignored him.
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Jane laughed as the seawater started flowing in. It had everything she needed to get the heavy duty reactor online. Pulling fuel from the water, refining it, then running the water through for cooling. Her air assets were starting to be manufactured, one light striker craft every three minutes being assembled by the nanoforges.
She grinned, cracking her knuckles, and set to giving orders.
Her base was well defended. Now was the time for the counter-attack.
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Sma'akamo'o watched the planet dwindle behind him from the comfort of his suite aboard his warship.
He knew the planet was lost. His two peers had ignored him, ignored his advice.
When six hours had passed and the Terran had reduced the four nearby military bases to wreckage and sent in reclaimers to gather up the debris and haul it back, he knew that the Terran had won.
He shook his head as the lights flashed to warn that the ship was about to enter jumpspace.
He'd remember the way the initial structures had looked.
If he ever saw them again, he'd use orbital kinetic kill and atomic weapons.
If you let them land, let them dig in on your planet, it is their's. You have lost, he thought to himself.
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Jane laughed, spinning in her chair, as the first of the heavy warmechs left the massive nanoforge supplied warmech construction bay. The eVI creches were up and running. She'd have to give any orders more than 'kill everyone around you', but that was fine. She had her nuclear dampeners up now and her base shields could even bounce a rod from god.
Full offense time.
She smiled as the bay doors of the warmech factory opened. The massive 500 ton warmech strode out of the construction building on two thick legs, the armor painted red and white gleaming in the sunlight.
She looked at the plaque on the wall and laughed again.
CONFEDERATE MILITARY AUTONOMOUS WAR FACILITY
--CREATE, COMMAND, CONQUER--