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In the Bloody, Grimdark, Future, There is Only Testosterone

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

-Rogue Trader and damn near every main rulebook ever.

So writing any fiction in the Warhammer 40k universe has some issues for me.  It’s a stretch.  I like writing about diverse characters, men and women, strong and weak, outgoing and introspective, noble and degenerate.  You really don’t get that a lot in the grimdark.  The heroes are intolerant, “noble” in the harshest of senses, the villains are far more interesting running the gamut from the truly and bestially depraved to, well, heretics like you and me.  No, I’m not kidding.  We’re heretics to them.  PURGE YOURSELF!

The tech of the grimdark is very interesting, especially when you deal with the arcane mysticism that has swum up around it.  It’s amazing, highly powered, high tech stuff, and no one has really any idea how it works, it’s all the machine spirit.  There’s some interesting writing to be done there.

Even the battles are problematic.  Marines are organized into chapters of 1000 marines.  The Battle company I listed has a little over 120 marines.  Let’s say I throw them into a huge battle and get tabled.  That’s 1/8th of the Dark Angels!  It’s really over 1/4 of their active strength as 4 companies are reserves, 1 is a scout company, and the Deathwing/Ravenwing are mixed with the Battle Companies to such an extent that they really just build out the 3 Battle Companies and stretch them a bit to 4 or 5 deployable forces.  So how do I write these battles up?  I mean I can have a lot of lightly wounded and good treatment, and Marines are quite hardy, but it’s going to take some creativity to keep them from dying in job lots to the kinds of weapons you run into routinely in the 41st millenium, and it takes 8-10 years to get a replacement ready and up to speed.  Years.  Even the British Regulars didn’t take that long and I can lose 25% of their deployable force in a long, awful Sunday.

I am looking forward to meeting these challenges.  It’s an interesting universe to write in and having such one-dimensional characters to begin with make writing them in a more nuanced fashion a challenge.  Too much nuance and I’m far out of canon.  Too little and it’s just testosterone filled blood and guts.  Should be interesting to walk the line.

5th Company, Dark Angels Organization

Here’s the full force I have minus some additional tanks.  Currently it is all set up as a massive Battle Company army clocking in at over 3000 points.  I actually have an enormous proportion of this, with only a few specific models to pick up, and tomorrow I will be doing the painting thing to a good portion of it.  Certainly at least the first Demi Company.  The high-level view is a battle company, with 3 of the tactical squads at 6 men, in razorbacks, the other 3 at ten men.  6 man squads have a plasma gun, 10 man have flamer and Heavy Bolter.  Razorbacks are all twin lascannon.  Assault squads are all full with jump packs and twin flamers.  I am missing 3/4 of the assaults and this is the largest hole in the roster currently.  Devastators are all at 10 men although I suspect a lot of point shaving will happen here.  They are all in Rhinos.  The Captain’s Demi Company has the command squad, with banner and apothecary.  The Chaplain could get tooled up, and will probably steal the devastator’s rhino and combat squad if he can.

The Auxiliaries is where things get crazy.  First off we have the Terminator squads.  The close combat squad comes in it’s handy land raider, which I plan on using to blitz upfield and deploy the terminators.  There’s a good chance there will be some extra terminators in it at some point, including the librarian depending on the powers he gets.  The shooty squad will deep strike in with those nasty Deathwing deep strike rules.  To take full advantage of them, we have a Ravenwing element.  This will also get looked at more closely as I actually use it in games.  Eventually I plan on having a pretty hefty Ravenwing with at least 3-4 speeders and 12+ bikes.  The special speeders DA gets are just too much fun to ignore.

+++ New Roster (Warhammer 40,000 7th Edition v2012) (3087pts) +++

++ DA Lion’s Blade Strike Force (Dark Angels: Codex (2015) v2003) ++

+ Core +

········Battle Demi Company
············Assault Squad [9x Assault Space Marine, 2x Flamer, Jump Packs]
················Assault Space Marine Sergeant [Bolt Pistol, Chainsword]
············Command Squad [Apothecary, Company Standard]
················Razorback [Twin Linked Lascannon]
············Company Master
················Power Armour [Combi-Plasma, Infantry, Relic Blade]
············Devastator Squad [Armorium Cherub, 2x Missile Launcher, 2x Plasma Cannon, Rhino, 9x Space Marine]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]
············Tactical Squad [Plasmagun, 5x Tactical Marine]
················Razorback [Twin Linked Lascannon]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]
············Tactical Squad [Plasmagun, 5x Tactical Marine]
················Razorback [Twin Linked Lascannon]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]
············Tactical Squad [Flamer, Heavy Bolter, Rhino, 9x Tactical Marine]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]

········Battle Demi Company
············Assault Squad [9x Assault Space Marine, 2x Flamer, Jump Packs]
················Assault Space Marine Sergeant [Bolt Pistol, Chainsword]
············Chaplain [Crozius Arcanum, Infantry, Plasma Pistol]
············Devastator Squad [Armorium Cherub, 2x Missile Launcher, 2x Plasma Cannon, Rhino, 9x Space Marine]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]
············Tactical Squad [Flamer, Heavy Bolter, Rhino, 9x Tactical Marine]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]
············Tactical Squad [Flamer, Heavy Bolter, Rhino, 9x Tactical Marine]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]
············Tactical Squad [Plasmagun, 5x Tactical Marine]
················Razorback [Twin Linked Lascannon]
················Sergeant [Boltgun, Chainsword]

+ Auxiliary +

········Deathwing Redemption Force
············Deathwing Terminator Squad [Assault Cannon, 2x Chainfists, 4x Deathwing Terminators]
················Deathwing Sergeant [Storm Bolter and Power Sword]
············Deathwing Terminator Squad [4x Deathwing Terminators, 2x Pair of Lightning Claws, 2x Thunder Hammer and Storm Shield]
················Deathwing Sergeant [Thunder Hammer and Storm Shield]
················Land Raider Crusader [Multi-Melta]
············Librarian
················Psyker [Level 2]
················Terminator Armour [Force Stave, Storm Bolter]

········Ravenwing Attack Squadron
············Ravenwing Bike Squad [5x Ravenwing Biker]
················Ravenwing Attack Bike [Multi-Melta]
················Ravenwing Sergeant [Bolt Pistol]
············Ravenwing Land Speeder [Assault Cannon, Multi-Melta]

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Swamps of M’boto

Master Balthasar swung his boots out of the sucking mud, fighting for alertness as his demi-company trudged through the end of the mire towards their objective.  They still had several kilometers to go and the offensive was scheduled to go off in less than 8 hours.  They had left their vehicles behind, knowing they would sink in the swamp, and even the speeders the Ravenwing had attached to his command had to pick their routes carefully lest their grav-effect drill down into the mud.

“Master Balthasar, angle to the left to where the speeders are.  We have found a spit of solid ground” called Sergeant Matthias.  Balthasar twisted to see the coil of speeders begin to shake out into a line over the solid ground, and he trudged across the morass to find firmer footing.  A movement they had planned for 6 hours had taken over 10 and the troops focus was lacking as the constant battle simply to stay erect was fought with each step.  The Emperor was with them, finally and the ground even came up above the water line, nearly dry, and the troops made much better time, reaching the planned assembly area with 90 minutes to go until the attack.

“Sergeant Eleazer, form a defensive and then rest, we must clear our minds of that foul swamp.  We will hold here for 30 minutes.  Matthias ground your speeders inside.  We can trust our Catalepsian nodes but I will not have a sloppy attack even if we are covered in filth.  Sergeant Judah, take your men ahead and find the grove the auspex detected for us to attack from.  Once you have reached it vox back your bearing and rest your squad”

Master Balthasar’s vox clicked as each Sergeant acknowledged his orders.  The tactical squads broke down their sectors, the devastators picked firing positions on little knolls and the speeders grounded in dead zones out of easy observation, then each brother froze into a statue.  Balthasar and his command squad alone remained moving.  Trusting to their altered physique and discipline alone, the silent brothers surveyed the landscape and waited for the assault squad’s report.  Within ten minutes Judah’s voice came up on the vox.

“Master Balthasar, we have come to the edge of the copse.  We are holding just inside the tree line, the xenos are just on the far side and are observing the woods.  Request instructions”

“Dark Angels stand to!  Judah hold and observe, dual columns of march, 1st squad, command group, 3rd squad, 9th squad, 5th squad.  Speeders sweep east and watch for xenos reinforcements.  Brother Symon let the Chaplain know we are starting early, if they are close to the copse we will have to attack as soon as we approach so he will begin his attack in 10 minutes.  We should arrive and be ready within minutes of that, hitting the xenos in the flank as they react to his demonstration.”  Balthasar hefted his relic blade, combi gun slung at his side.  “Let our enemies repent, for tomorrow they die!”

The squads divided by combat squad, 1st squad spreading out in two columns, the command group in a blob behind them, another tactical squad split behind the first squad’s columns, the devastators heavy weapons behind them, and finally the Iron Armor of the 5th squad noisily bringing up the rear.  The cache of ancient armor had been a boon and a symbol to the men, but the heavy, clanking suits required special handling tactically.  They could give away the entire assault, but they were uniquely suited to leading the assault as well, and Balthasar’s brain whirred away at the interesting problem of passing them forward without giving away the vital element of surprise.

Just as the trees came into view the sound of heavy weapons echoed over the advancing marines.  Chaplain Maccabeus has kicked off the attack nearly perfectly and Balthasar’s deep voice boomed out over the vox and speakers “5th squad, direct advance through the copse, 7th swing to the right and assault into the enemy rear once they leave their positions, 1st and 3rd oblique left into battle line, 9th get your weapons up onto the hill to the left of the woods, Matthias wait until the enemy leave their fortifications then attack them in the open with your speeders.  In the Emperor’s name, advance!”

FOR THE EMPEROR, again

Pretty sure I’ve used that title before.  Getting back into 40k.  Currently it seems like the Dark Angels I’ve been fiddling with for a while will be fun.  Getting used to detachments will take time, and currently I have a big enough grey horde to make Leman Russ jealous, but I think I can manage that.

Also working on D’s Eldar.  We have her up to around 1k points.  Almost exactly 1k actually and with a pretty clear path to 2k.  It’s interesting and educational to see how things look from the standpoint of another codex.  It’s also eye opening to realize just how glaring many weaknesses are.  Try finding anti-air in a Dark Angels list.  Eldar may not be great but they at least have a little.  DA?  Woof.  Monstrous creatures?  Does a Land Raider count?  Not saying DA is weak, it has a lot of 2+, great bikes.  Really great bikes.  REALLY REALLY great bikes.  And T5 is pretty good in the current meta.

So I’m going to try to necro this blog with a bit more hobby flair.  Alternating between a meta/battle report post, a hobby post, and some fluff fiction fun from my battle company.  And I need VERY little in the way of additional troops to get the whole battle company on the field.  Mostly assault marines.  I think I’m 15 assault marines and 4 heavy weapons from having a full battle company; but which one do I make.

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Not doin it!

So, 3rd or 5th?  I can do 5th very easily just doing the slash across the shoulder plate and knee pads, but with my planned lists almost always having (very, very good) bikes, and terminators… It’ll be nice to have all the colors mixed in on my tac squads.  So…. probably doing 5th.  Still leaving 3rd open as an option though.

One of the things I like about the detachments is it lets you take org charts like that one above, and put it into an actual army list.  I can build a Lion’s Blade Demi Company that splits a Battle Company right down the middle.  Double up on that, add a Ravenwing support team to one half, a Deathwing support detachment to the other and you have a REALLY fun, neat army that has a full battle company at its core.  So right now I’m looking at that.  Here’s the list I’m looking at now.  Priorities are:  Transport for the 3rd tac squad, possible weapons changes for the termies.

listish

WoW, Raiding

So week one of legion raiding is in the books.  For us non-mythic types anyway.  And we got a bunch of bosses down!  I was with the guild for 5/7 on normal, and the guild went 7/7 and 2/7 on heroic.  I just couldn’t raid more than two nights this week (or, ever if I want to stay married)

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Nythendra was a bit of a joke on normal.  We wiped once, and I died the second time when I trapped myself in a sea of green, then self-rezzed out of it.  Enhancement has some amazing utility and a great toolkit, but its survival is a bit crap at the moment.  Especially if I can’t plan ahead.  We then wiped on trash for a bit (actually we wiped on trash before Nyth, it might be the hardest part of the raid) and pressed on to Ursoc.

Our tanks took a while to get it down.  He requires a TON of tank swaps and healers have to stay on their toes, mostly to top up the tanks constantly rather than tons of raid damage.  For DPS you can tunnel like a kobold for 90% of the time then either step back or intercept a charge.  Not a challenge.

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Night one ended with 9 wipes on Il’gynoth.  We were not doing the damage we needed in the right place.  I kind of disagreed with how we were handling some of the adds, but I also didn’t speak up.  We had a lot of damage but our application of damage was all over the place.  I also popped a flask, like a nub, with 10 minutes left on my existing one, on our last pull of the night.  Sigh.

We then went back a couple nights later, killed the Dragon, which was frustrating because pretty much everyone made dumb mistakes (including me, now healing instead of dps) before getting a pretty much perfect pull and crushing the boss.

Elerethe was up next, the spider/bird boss.  This was a LOT of fun, we wiped once just learning the fight then cruised through it with some sharp play, people avoiding damage, and heals keeping people up.  I think this was a fight I should have been DPS to be honest, but I can see it both ways.

Finally it was back to Il’gynoth.  The wipefest continued with more healers than the other night.  Our healing wasn’t the problem.  Our raid team was taking way too much damage.  going from 3 healers to 4 didn’t make a difference, going to 6 wouldn’t take a difference.  People have to not stand in bad.  Finally we brought in another DPS (who was already locked out from gear) and one of our DPS changed the way he was handling adds to allow him to not die as much and we had an amazing clear.  I went from spamming all my cooldowns and healing constantly, to spot healing and even doing some damage.  Looking at the logs I went from healing 49 million HP to 42.  The fight didn’t last as long but my casts per minute were about the same, but the damage I was able to contribute (and healer damage matters) went from 14 million (in a longer fight) to 22 million.  So I healed more HP / second, by using more efficient heals, with better throughput, AND did a ton more damage.  Oh and I was alive to use bloodlust on the final phase.  Might have made a difference.  This is one fight I’m NOT looking forward to on heroic.  I also got a bunch of gear.  I got a DPS weapon upgrade, I got boots, and I got a ring.  Not bad for first week of raiding in… forever.

This week I want a full clear of normal and I’d like to kill everything up to Il’gynoth on heroic.  I really think Il is going to be the big hurdle for us (and most other casual raids) Also I’d like to remember to take screenies on all the kills.

EDIT:  Found the Il’gynoth kill pic!

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That someone hid me on by mounting….

So Who is Corelin

Hi, I’m Corelin.  I’m a gaming persona that was built up over years.  I’m sarcastic and bitter.  I’m savage and insightful.  I’m brutal and cruel.  I’m compassionate and caring.  I’m a courageous leader.  I’m a back bench back stabber.  I love filling the skill roles.  I hate responsibility.

I almost always end up in leadership.  I hate seeing things done badly and my sarcasm usually results in the “WELL WHY DON’T YOU SEE IF YOU CAN DO BETTER” and I usually manage it.  Not always, and never perfectly, but I do.  I play EvE.  LotRO.  WoW.  LoL.  FF XIV.  I FC.  I tank.  I Heal (badly).  I rarely back down from a challenge and if I leap to accept you had better ask who really challenged who.

I’m not Machiavellian but I do like my clever ruses.  Still and all I tend to stick to the simplest plan that will be effective.  Multiple converging strikes look great on notebook paper and history books but rarely work in a game.

Currently I’m doing two things I never thought I’d do.  Play WoW as a raider (first raid tomorrow night) and main a Shaman.  An Enhancement Shaman at that.  Raiding requires at least a casually intense gaming schedule, and Shaman… Shamans are weird.

Right now I’m geared up to where I can basically spend a couple nights a week on maintaining readiness (dailies and such) and a night or two a week raiding.  I have a spot as DPS which is… weird.  In FF I tanked, in LotRO I was usually doing small enough content that I did whatever.  Enhancement is a very interesting spec.  It has lots of little windows for good but not great burst damage, and they come at random times.  Sometimes you go on a drought where your cooldowns are staring at you like “USE ME” and there’s just no procs to use them on.  Sometimes the procs are coming so fast all the cooldowns are gone and you’re still doing good DPS.  I don’t really like how random it is at time.  On the other hand there’s so little ramp up time it’s very handy for add phases and any time I need to swap damage.  It’s like an instalock BC in EvE with no drones.  All my damage just starts hitting the other guy.  Now getting it on the right guy is the fun part of that “Ballet” I used to talk about raids being.  Expect more on that later.  For now, expect some activity from the blog.  Maybe even some screenies.

The Tourney Scene

So I’ve never hidden the fact that I really, REALLY hate tournaments in tabletop games.  With a blinding passion.  It keeps me up at night.  It forces good games into “metas” that leech the fun out of the game.  In my area, Warmachine / Hordes tourneys dominate the scene so much that finding a good casual game takes herculean efforts.  Recently I’ve noticed X-Wing has become rather toxic at times.  Fortunately it hasn’t taken hold in my local area but some of the things you see online.  Well.  Let’s look at this:

TO THE DEATH!

The short version is that there’s a lot of situations at X-Wing tournaments where an intentional draw is to the advantage of both players, and tournament mechanics combined with how FFG has enforced certain wordings has encouraged it.

The short, short version is that people are being rewarded to not play the game.

Now I don’t like games getting to the point where people play ultra competitive, soul crushing lists that don’t bring much fun to the game.  Where they rules lawyer every point bringing in every observer to haggle over the tenth of an inch long after the fun has been sucked away, beaten, dissected, dried up, turned to ash and blown away.  Even by that standard this is farcical.  People can gain an advantage by NOT PLAYING and this hasn’t even been responded to?

I play games for enjoyment.  The only FFG tourney I attended I ended up taking home cards.  After edging out a win in one match and getting WHOMPED in the second.  And I’m fine with that.  I love showing up on nights and playing a couple casual games where people are trying out fun and interesting lists.  Right now even with tourneys all over X-Wing is in a decent place meta-wise.  The new wave has shaken things up and while regionals are up, as well as a charity tourney this weekend, people are flying some interesting stuff.

This isn’t affecting me directly.    I can avoid the LGS on tourney prep nights and during tourneys.  I like playing a couple games a month and weekly play is on tap here, but just knowing this mindset exists is deeply disturbing, and hearing that FFG has even condoned it (hopefully only as a mistake) also disturbs me.

Strangely, the game that seems least affected by all this is 40k.  I know that there is a tourney scene, but you see more leagues than tourneys, partially due to the epically long games that any GW product can generate.  40k and Games Workshop in general is in pretty poor condition, but hey, they don’t have to worry about ugly tourney scenes.  Which is nice.

To wrap up this messy post; tourneys can take a fun game and turn it into a competitive mess.  X-Wing has pretty good meta management, but letting this intentional draw foolishness go on really damages the brand.

Jumping Around a Bit

So while I work out some transitions, here’s a scene with a bit more oomph to it.

Lieutenant Upham called us together.  22 of us, crewing 10 trucks with a handful of the best yokels filling the empty seats.  Still less than 30 of us total.  The trucks were lined up in two chalks, herringboned out on either side of the road.  Even though half the sun was over the horizon, even over the waist high shrubbery that seemed to have replaced grass in this weird climate, the yokel brigade was still struggling to get out of bed.

I focused in on the Lieutenant.  We had already gone over the briefing last night, and nothing had changed since the yokels went to bed, but you never knew if you’d missed something.  The plan was simple.  Drive our armored trucks up the road, pause at the village and provide support while the yokels grabbed the village.  Then we’d sweep around and skirmish forward to grab a crossroads that would let the rest of the division get assembled.  The route was straightforward, recon was nonexistent.  I would ride in Sergeant Mikkelson’s truck.  Last in line.  We ran with a light autocannon in the turret, as well as recovery gear.  We needed that to fill our primary job of dealing with casualties.  Our patrol rolled out as the first Yokel troops started to form up on the road.  We left them coughing on a cloud of dust as we started the 5 miles to the village.  We raced the first mile in a couple of minutes, but the hills forced us to slow down.  An hour later we were still barely coming in sight of the village and the first vehicle had barely started down the last hill when the guns opened up.

A deluge of fire plastered us from the ridge running perpendicular to us south of the village.  Our guns opened up but stacked up on the road and driving straight at them we had a hard time getting more than two sets of guns firing, and at this range we’d be lucky to hit the ground let alone the guns.  Shells fountained the dirt around us.  Upham called out the only orders he could and we raced forward, the Flaks engines pushing the massive bulk of bolted on armor and weapons into a lumbering, brain-rattling drive.  I put my foot in, eyes on the screens linked to the cameras on either side of the truck.  Rotating through the views trying to divine through the clouds of dust, flame, dirt and smoke whether I needed to brake, turn, or just plow forward.  One of the Flaks took a direct hit.  With the sound of an axe splitting a bucket the shell punched through the armor over the bed, then the concussive blast of the charge tearing the back half apart, the vehicle rolled forward, engine undamaged, before rolling off into the bushes.

“Left! left! left!” Mikkelsen called, taking us opposite the damaged truck.  I’d been moving my hands to turn right and quickly corrected, smoothly pulling the truck over unmasking our cannon to take the gunline under fire.  The heavy chook-chook-chook of the autocannon spitting tracers downrange into the flaming muzzle blasts reassured me even as a shell hit close enough to rattle shrapnel off our armor.  We were only a few hundred yards away and as we deployed into line abreast our guns quickly silenced the artillery.  12 guns had been emplaced in scraped out shelters, most of the crews in yokel uniform scattering down the opposite slope of the ridge even as Upham’s truck rolled over the first gun, heavy machine guns blazing down the hill.

“Keep the skeer on ’em!” Upham yelled as our trucks crested the ridge.  We pulled behind our line, leaving them to it as Eyallo moved into the back, getting the tow hooks ready.  We pulled in front of the damaged Flak, Eyallo managed to hook up without even getting out, almost like we designed the system with that in mind, and we hauled it to what had been the command post for the guns.

Upham called out over the platoon push just as we reached the laager, “1 through 4 plus 7 rush the town, the rest of us will go ’round west of town and catch them as they flee, looks like it’s only yokels here and god knows when the infantry will catch up”

“Shit.  L-T wants to win the damn war his own self.  Eyallo unhook that Flak,” he paused to push a button “order of march, 1, 7, 4, 2, 3.  Crags keep that grenade launcher pointed up the upper windows, rest of us watch ground floor, don’t give ’em a chance to aim, just level ’em if you see movement.  Get moving, GO GO GO” he yelled as 1 rolled out as soon as he heard the order.  I was already gassing it and Eyallo barely had time to scramble back to the passenger seat while Mikkelsen reloaded the cannon’s cumbersome clips.  The village was barely a quarter mile away and we took it at a run, the troops in it were facing East, and we were coming in from the south where, only minutes before, friendly artillery had been holding the line.  We hit them before they’d even come up with a plan to deal with the new threat and caught another battery of guns limbered up in the town square.  As soon as we opened fire the garrison of the village lit out for greener pastures.  Most of them never got there, unless you count Elysium.

We still lost another truck.  Tail end charlie got it.  One of the guns managed to get off the limber, and the gun captain, a grizzled old bastard, probably a former merc, had popped a shaped charged shell off, it had buzzed right down the line, missing every truck until it smashed square against the driver’s door on the number 3 truck.  The shaped charge went off, spalling and molten metal rattling around inside the crew cab turning it into a horror of burnt, bleeding dead meat.  The Flak seemingly stunned by the demise of its crew, shuddered to a halt.  Before it stopped the gun captain exploded as 2 trucks heavy machine guns turned him and his crew into pink mist.

We pushed on past the town, meeting up with the rest of the patrol.  Upham’s crews were trading shots with the last guns of the hostile Yokel’s artillery battalion.  We didn’t dare cross the three miles to them, and with two broke trucks and damage to the others starting to pass from “inconvenient” to “dangerous” we decided to hook up the damaged trucks and fall back on the advancing friendly brigade.  We didn’t hook up too fast.  By the timeline the Yokels should already be assaulting the village and we expected them to show over the crest of the ridge east of town any minute now, but once we were hooked up we moved out.

The drive back was odd.  Upham was in the lead, we were second, barely any dust screening our view.  No sounds of gunfire ahead, but no communications with the yokels.  We drove faster than we had on the drive out, even towing two trucks and with a couple others hammered by shells to where their alignment barely let them drive straight.  Barely a mile from where we’d started we ran into the Yokels.  A Major flagged us down, manning a checkpoint on the road with almost two platoons of troops behind sandbags, with heavy weapons, a radio, and trailers with the smell of fresh food conveniently at hand.

“Brigadier Moltz decided to halt the march.  The troops are tired from yesterday and he though marching through the hills and then fighting a battle would be too much to ask for, especially with the sounds of the fighting we heard!”

Upham said nothing.  3 dead, 2 wounded, and a wounded yokel in return for two thirds of a battalion of guns and a shattered couple of yokel battalions and our own guys give it up for a siesta.  I looked back to see Eyallo turning from dark brown to nearly purple.

“Easy, E.  Long as they pay us we fight the war for ’em.  Help me patch up Red and Sonny back there in 8 and get the Yokel turned over to these yahoos.  God help him.”

Something Different: Getting Dirty

I grew to hate the flak in a hurry.  Do you know how many lubrication points a vehicle that size has?  How many potential leaks, cracks, whines, creaks and bumps that you need to check for?  After a while I started to wonder how this vehicle had such an awesome reputation.  It’s a rare vehicle that looks good when you’ve been staring at it from below for 6 hours trying to figure out where the hydraulic fluid is coming from.  That was after only two days.

The ship was leaving the next day.  Nearly forty of us going to various companies, even three to the Vedettes.  The roughhousing had stopped, between the threats and the humiliation of the first group, and the larger numbers of people the idiots kept their peace.  That and being so damn tired all the time.  I watched my back but honestly it seemed like a wasted effort.  We’d learned how to move in our gear, how to safely carry weapons, not that they gave us weapons, simply heavy rubber mock ups, but if you flashed the muzzle over anyone they made you do push ups until you were too tired to lift the muzzle high enough to “flag” someone anyway.  I figured it was a good idea even if it resulted in me spending an hour holding a 6 pound weapon at arms length for an hour for my own mistake.  Try it sometime.

We were all in our racks for the grav deck test.  Apparently running around if the thing spikes to 4g leaves a bit of a mark.  Naturally after a two hour buildup and lying flat on our backs, still as a corpse for another hour, we felt absolutely nothing and went on about our day.  The training shifted in those last hours.  We spent most of the time in the classroom learning the laws of land warfare.  The actual codes were simple.  The implications were not.  Some things they drilled into us over and over and over and over.

“Do not surrender to yokels.  Ever.  Always surrender to mercs.  Mercs follow the rules.  Yokels have their own and they do not like us.  Especially the ones that didn’t hire us.  Your fellow mercenaries, even the ones on the other side, have a vested interest in making sure the rules are followed.  They will ensure that in the event of your situation becoming untenable, that you are repatriated to your comrades based on the conditions of your bond.  For most of you that’s return as close to immediately as makes no difference, some of you that means being sent to a neutral world, like New Paris where you can arrange to return to your unit.  It never means a bullet in the back of the neck.”

“Never?”  One of the skinny kids in the back.  A farm kid from a company farm who had heard a lot of lines and farmed a lot of food he’d never get to eat.

“It did happen once.  Marko Rubaric’s Retaliators lived up to their name.  During a prolonged siege they captured several members of other companies.  When they couldn’t lift the siege they executed them.  Publicly.  The Bonding corporation immediately voided their contract, their bond, and all their escrows, and used most of that money to bring in the big boys.  Marko, all of his officers and about 2/3 of his men were killed and the few survivors are still doing hard labor.  The only ones that avoided any punishment were off planet support staff, and even they were barred from mercenary employment.  Planets that mistreat mercs often run into trouble, and usually their own mercs abandon them, but fire someone up over a flag or a cross or who knows what and they get stupid.  Stick to money people, and don’t trust anyone who ain’t another merc.”

We learned the esoterica of laws on some of these planets.  On Levant I wouldn’t be able to drive.  On Masada the men couldn’t shave unless gas attacks were believed imminent.  Many of these laws got ignored as impractical but what it meant was that when we weren’t fighting, we were mostly in our own enclaves, especially on worlds settled by people fleeing what they saw as persecution.  We learned how to search and secure detainees.  We learned a lot of first aid and survival skills.  We learned, we learned, we learned.  Somewhere in this mess the ship lifted and headed to New Crimea.  We all crowded the tiny observation bubble when it came time to jump.  The ship thrust out to the small point in space that let it violate the laws of physics, then the impression of a wave of bluish-violet light swept over the outside of the ship, and we were in the New Crimean system.

New Crimea started as something unusual.  A mix of ethnicities, Tartars, Ukranians, Chechens, Belorussians, Armenians, pretty much everyone but the Slavs, who were busy killing the ethnically unpure, had managed to get the UN to ship them out to a world that wasn’t too awful.  Over the course of a decade nearly 3 million people were shipped to New Crimea, and they took advantage of their skills with the land to do the one thing New Crimea seemed capable of doing.  Growing a shit ton of food.  Most planets struggled to be self-sufficient.  New Crimea was exporting food before the last of the “original” colonists shuffled off the ship.  Of course the biggest buyer of their food was inevitably, Russia.  The same slavs who wanted to give them only a swift death now were selling them whatever they wanted, and most of what they wanted was implements of death and destruction themselves, never wanting to be in the boat they were in to give up their homes in the first place.

Now New Crimea has plenty of food and lots of guns, Earth begins its final slide into barbarity as Russia cannot feed its people and the US politicians can no longer lie to enough people to keep order.  The outer planets, mostly colonized with the annoying minorities that the great powers couldn’t stand had lost their entire support system.  So they all banded together and worked to ensure that everyone had enough to survive, if not thrive.

Alternatively a couple of the fastest thinkers started hiring “Surplus Population” as mercenaries, arming them, and sending them to planets with valuable resources, not so much minerals or farmland, but factories capable of building technology, or even ships.  New Crimea was one of these planets.  Soon they realized the real money wasn’t in employing mercenaries, but in arming them, supplying them, and providing them with financial services, including escrows to make sure they got paid, and didn’t cheat their employers.  Now there was a whole subcontinent more or less set aside for mercenary training, arming, shipping, and all the myriad support services that kept them happily shooting, somewhere else.

We landed and shuffled off, one duffle bag on our back, one on our front and one awkwardly perched on top of the one on our back.  We were corralled through a pathway to a gauntlet of NCOs in myriad uniforms.  A slightly overweight corporal with a 5 o’clock shadow in the uniform of the Vedettes beckoned me over and helped me toss my bags onto a small 4×4.  Grabbing the others from our ship he told the driver of the 4×4 where to take our bags and took us back on the ship to get our trucks.

Quick Update

So my old keyboard was throwing tantrums.  Some of the keys were doubling or not entering inputs at all, I cleaned it with air, I removed the keys and cleaned the contacts, nothing worked.  SO I splurged, spent some birfday monies and got me a sexy new Blackwidow Chroma keyboard.

TOMORROW you get this weeks story update.  MONDAY or TUESDAY you get next weeks.  SOMETIME next week you get my thoughts spurred by an interesting conversation with my dad (a longtime attorney) on how much fun it would be to pick a non lawyer/judge for the open supreme court seat.