Battle Earth - · Box Set 1-6, page 107
"That device they used cost us dearly. We must find a way to minimise its effects, but I fear we have much greater issues upon us."
"Demiran bringing the Gezgen K'til here can mean only thing."
Taylor was listening intently.
"That he has a bitter hatred running so deep for humanity that he would go to any length to end it."
"Why?"
Jafar shrugged his shoulders.
"I cannot think of any offence caused which would do as such. We have killed many of his soldiers, but that alone would not be enough. Either he is sick of the stubbornness of your race who refuse to quit, or he suffered more personally in the last battle in a way we do not know."
"When though?"
"We left Tau Ceti with Colonel Chandra still fighting. I don't know what could have happened or how, but something happened to Demiran then which has changed this war for him altogether."
Chapter 3
Taylor sat gazing out of the window at the flagship Washington they were approaching. Rains was at the helm. It almost felt like the Lieutenant had become Taylor's personal pilot since it had all begun. The trail of vessels from the Moon had stopped now. He could only imagine the evacuation was complete. They had fled to Earth for safety, but he wondered how safe they really were.
"You ever seen such a grand fleet?" asked Eddie.
It was indeed something to marvel at. The combined human fleet was over three times the size of what set out for the fated Tau Ceti expedition. The Earth Defence Grid was equally as impressive; a chain of gun satellites and missile silos floating in orbit. Earth had become a fortress, and rightly so.
"Bloody fantastic," replied Taylor sarcastically.
"Hey, you don't want a chance to give those alien bastards what for?"
Eddie turned back to look at Jafar sitting beside the Colonel.
"No offence," he added with a smile.
Jafar didn't respond to either comment. It was as if he didn't see himself as anything but human anymore. Within thirty minutes, the two of them were sitting in the officers’ briefing room aboard the Washington. Key Naval and Marine officers sat around the vast conference table. Many empty places were filled with projection devices so that those on Earth could partake remotely.
Taylor laid out everything they had experienced and all the information they had learned from Jafar. He simply nodded in agreement with each statement. Admiral Huber was orchestrating the meeting and was the first to speak.
"This Planet Killer must obviously be stopped. That is not an option. We therefore have no choice but to engage the enemy in space. We cannot fight them on the land as before."
There were grumbles in agreement. Nobody could see an alternative.
"What strikes me here is that we still have a great many things to learn from you, Sergeant... Jafar. You would be far better stationed on the Washington, or even sent back to Earth to assist with our intelligence gathering and understanding of the enemy."
Jafar shook his head.
"We could order you to do as such."
"And I would refuse. My brother and I allied ourselves to Colonel Taylor and gave our word to protect him. I cannot perform that duty anywhere else."
"You're in the Marine Corps now," spat Vega.
"Yes, with a responsibility to my fellow marines. I will not leave Inter-Allied or cease to serve the Colonel through any means but my death."
Vega opened his mouth to continue, but Huber stopped him.
"Captain, it seems to me that these are exceptional circumstances. The Sergeant has proven invaluable to us in the field and continues to provide vital intelligence from his current position. As a member of the fleet, he can carry out all that is required of him. Jafar has taken a leap of faith for us. Let us do the same for him."
"Thank you, Admiral," replied Taylor.
"Is that what you desire?" asked Huber.
"Yes. I am a warrior. All I know is how to fight, and that is what I will do."
"Okay, then tell us what we can expect from the fleet which is bearing down on us."
Everyone in the room had their attention on Jafar. Many had never seen an alien with their own eyes before, and yet now they were fixated on one.
"To Lord Demiran, the Gezgen K'til is everything. It is the unique feature of his family and their reputation. It is his symbol of power and control among the other Lords. It would also be impossible to replace. The Gezgen K'til will not be an easy target to strike. It will be preceded by a wave of far smaller ships. Skirmishers if you like. But these ships, they are a power unto themselves. If you want a shot at the Gezgen K'til, you must destroy them quickly, before the Planet Killer reaches Earth. If you do not, you will never withstand the onslaught of their combined power."
"How many ships are we talking about?"
"I grew up on stories of the Gezgen K'til. I have never seen it being used. From my knowledge, I would expect ten to twelve cruisers, of which I have encountered. They are collectively known as The Purge, and will carve their way through everything in their path to make way for the Gezgen K'til."
"Then we should make an impassable wall with our fleet," stated Vega.
"No, you will not stop them. Not like that. They will smash through anything. You cannot use a barrier defence. You need a tiered defence. Allow them through a weak frontline and funnel them into a gauntlet of mines and warships."
"We are familiar with the strategy," replied Huber. "One that has been employed many time in our history."
"For their size, their armour is thicker than anything you have ever seen. Reinforced prows to cut through other ships and reinforced hulls with their bridge at the core, much like this ship. They are almost unstoppable."
"Then how do we stop them?"
The only weakness of The Purge vessels is that they have few crew. Their massively thick armour compromises them in that way. Each ship is crewed by just thirty or forty. If you can get near them, and breach with marines, they are finished."
"Sounds like the exact opposite of what anyone would expect to do. You see something like that and you keep your distance," replied Huber.
Jafar nodded in agreement.
"How can marine parties get so close if they are so heavily armed?" asked Taylor.
"The Purge does not consider fighters and smaller craft a threat. They have relatively little defence against such."
"Maybe that's for a good reason," replied Huber.
"Yes, it is true that the hull of these vessels is almost impossible to breach. However, I did once go aboard one in the fleet. They have only one weak point; one thin point in their armour, the Captain's quarters. A view out into space is a valuable thing, and something no Krycenaean would go without."
"Why don't we just hit that point with our guns?" asked Vega.
"Because in itself the area holds no importance in combat. A breach there will do nothing to slow the cruisers down, nor cause any damage to the crew who will be deep in the belly of the ship. But breached at that point, marines would be able to blast their way further in."
"Mmm, so through their own vanity they present a weakness," replied Huber.
He turned to Taylor.
"What do you think, Colonel?"
Taylor was taken aback. He knew why they addressed so many questions to Jafar, but he was just another marine in the fleet.
"Sounds like a job the Corps will happily see to the end, Admiral."
"Latest reports suggest we have just twenty-four hours before their fleet reaches us."
"The Purge will be ahead of the rest of the fleet, which you can expect within an hour of their arrival."
"Doesn't give us a whole lot of time to get them out of the way. It seems to me they are sent as a diversion to make way for this Planet Killer, and we are actively seeking to be diverted by it," stated Huber.
"Sir, if I may," replied Taylor. "Nothing of what Jafar has told us has ever been anything but spot on. If he says this is the way it should be done, I believe him, and would be willing to put the full backing of the 2nd Inter-Allied behind him."
"That is high praise indeed."
The room fell silent for a moment. Taylor could see they were all looking to the Admiral to make the decision.
"Colonel, I have almost a hundred and fifty ships at my disposal, but the lion’s share must inevitably remain with the defence grid here for the defence of Earth. I will give you thirty to advance a hundred kilometres and attempt to make this plan work. Vice Admiral Bailey will command this enterprise from the Neptune."
Huber pointed to the Admiral, but Taylor was already well aware of who the Admiral was; a woman newly appointed to the roll and who had served throughout the war. She had done her job well, but not yet with distinction.
"I will give you everything you need to make this mission work, Colonel, but know that every ship we have is needed for the defence of Earth. I don't want to compromise anymore ships and personnel than is necessary to get the job done."
"Understood, Ma'am."
"Good. The rest of your Battalion is awaiting you aboard transports. I'll have them despatched to rendezvous with the Neptune immediately. From now on, I will be concerning myself with defence of Earth from here. You and Admiral Bailey have complete control over the operation to take on this Purge fleet," said Huber.
That's no small ask, thought Taylor.
"We have much more to discuss here. Bailey, Taylor, you have a big task ahead of you and little time."
The two rose from their seats and left the room with Jafar close behind. Bailey spoke as soon as they were out into the corridor.
"Seems to me what you need from the Navy is a deep defensive column that will put down as much chaos and confusion as possible while you get your thing done."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Then I'll leave you to make your plans. All I'll need to know is timings and flight paths, in order to give you clear runs at the Purge ships and fighter support to go with it. Let me know when you have it planned out. You have two hours. I'll see you aboard the Neptune, Colonel."
She split of from the two of them with her own escort. Taylor stopped for a moment and stared into Jafar's eyes.
"You really think this plan can work?"
"It has to. It will take Huber's fleet hours to get the better of the Purge. In that time, the Gezgen K'til could be in position,and it would be over for us all."
Taylor gestured for Jafar to follow him as they made their way back to Rains’ ship.
"Say we can pull this off and get marines aboard every one of these Purge ships, what then? Set charges and blow them sky high?"
"I was, as you say, going to think outside the box."
"Go on."
"The Purge ships are heavily armoured, even by Krycenaean standards. Why not use them against the enemy? Destroying them would be advantageous. But we could use them to our advantage."
"Yes, yes. Load 'em with nukes and send them right into the Planet Killer."
Jafar nodded.
"Do you think it could work?"
"If we can take them, yes. The ship commands will have to be input from the bridge of each ship individually after they are taken. I can create a command string which will make it quick and simple for each team."
"Sounds crazy but might work."
Taylor couldn't believe what was being suggested, but their entire situation was beyond belief.
"It's a simple plan, but if we can make the first stage work, why not? I hope you're right about boarding these things."
They reached the ship. It was already waiting with the engines fired up and ready to go. They lifted off the second they had gotten through the door and before they'd found a seat.
"Everything in order, Colonel?" asked Rains.
"You ready for the craziest mission you ever heard of?" asked Taylor.
"After the shit we've been through, nothing would surprise me. Does it involve sticking it to the bastards?"
"Damn straight," replied Taylor.
"Well all right then, let's get this show on the move!"
* * *
Taylor strode into the temporary briefing room he’d been allocated aboard the Collingwood. All the key officers of 2nd Inter-Allied were gathered, along with Silva and Parker. All stood upon his arrival. He palmed them off as if embarrassed by the sentiment.
"Be seated!"
It took just ten minutes to explain the plan to them. They did not question it nor seem at all surprised.
"I am assigned a single platoon to the task of taking on the task of each ship in this Purge fleet. I know that spreads us thin. However, with the element of surprise, it should be all that is required to get the job done. It will also leave us a few platoons in reserve which will fill any holes if they arise."
"You mean if we get blown out of the sky on the way to the target?" asked Jackson.
For a moment Taylor was concerned the Captain doubted their mission, but Taylor could see the sarcasm in the Captain's face.
"I'm not saying this isn't a dangerous mission, but when have we ever known any other kind? This Purge must be stopped. I can't say I'm enthused about having volunteered for the task, but if you want something done right and all that."
A few laughs echoed around the room.
"As you all know, we have comms working again in spite of their jamming technology. This is a major breakthrough for us. When the battle begins, we will be hidden in the minefield and debris around it. This should easily conceal our craft until the last moment. Fighters from the Neptune and her support ships will provide further cover for our movements. Each assault craft will be allocated a target as they are identified. Lieutenant Ota, your Company will be the reserves for this. I pray you are not needed, but be ready for anything."
"Where will you be, Sir?" she responded.
"I will be with the first platoon to go in, with whoever volunteers for the job."
"I'll go!" replied Jones without hesitation.
Taylor thought for a moment. Risking a Company and Battalion commander in this first wave was a risky strategy, but he could see the confidence boost it gave to all who had heard it.
"Okay. Each platoon will be issued a command module that has been arranged by Jafar. The platoons must get in, neutralise all targets, deploy the command module, and arm a nuke before getting the hell out of there. Were this to involve a single ship, it would be a walk in the park. However, the logistics of this operation are such that timing must be impeccable. I will allocate each of you a target vessel before I begin the first assault. That could be the last communication you have from me once it all begins. Any questions?"
"How longer after this Purge fleet arrives can we expect the rest of the enemy?" asked Grey.
"From what we understand, it will be about an hour."
"Doesn't give us a whole lot of time to get this done," added Jackson.
"Nope, as always, time is not on our side. However, the element of surprise is. They may be coming for us, but we're gonna hit them in ways they could never have imagined. Anything else?"
"Assuming we get this done and get back off the cruisers, what then?" asked Jones.
"We return immediately to Bailey's fleet and join the rest of the fight."
"And if this fails?" asked Yorath.
"Be under no illusions. If this Planet Killer is able to fulfil its mission, it will be the end of Earth. Everyone on it will be dead, and it will be uninhabitable for centuries. If we cannot stop it, what remains of our fleet will be the last remnants of humanity."
Gasps and whispers filled the room and began to rise in volume.
"All right! Listen up. This is bad, and there is no doubt about that. But we can beat 'em, just like we have before."
"Sir, if this so called Purge fleet is so God damn important, why aren't we getting more resources to deal with it?" asked Jackson.
Taylor took in a deep breath and sighed. He felt just the same.
"The reality is we don't know a lot of intel on the enemy fleet or tactics beyond what Jafar has told us. Admiral Huber is understandably concerned about diverting too many of our forces away from the Planet Killer. There is a possibility that this Purge fleet is merely a distraction to make way for it, in which case we will handle that distraction. I want to turn that on its head and turn their own weapons on them."
"If we can take out this monstrosity, what else can we expect after it?" asked Jones.
Taylor nodded in agreement. That’s the kind of thinking I like.
"That is a valid point. Right now we are concerned with the immediate catastrophic threat to Earth. Even if we succeed in our mission here, there will be no shortage of enemy to fight. The hope is we can do enough damage to break them here and drive them away."
"You think our Navy has that kind of power?" asked Ota.
"I think we have a hell of a chance, yeah. Whatever we do or don't have, the time has come, and we have to make it work."
They all went silent.
"Any other questions? Okay. You know what to do. Get to the boats. Everything you need will be issued at the docking bays. Make sure you have a full compliment of shields. They'll provide more than useful for this boarding action. Good luck to you all."
He stood up and left the room with Parker and Jafar trailing him.
"Permission to accompany you on the first assault?" she asked.
"Denied."
"Mitch?"
He stopped, turned to face her, and replied in a whisper.
"Look, what we choose to do in our own time is one thing, but we must stay professional in our jobs. You have a duty to your platoon. Be there for them like they are there for you."
"But..."
He lifted his hand and put his finger to her lips lightly to stop her.
"But nothing. I'll see you when it's all over. Report to your station, Sergeant."
She knew he was right, but it pained her to have to part from him once again.
"Aye, aye, Sir."
Taylor and Jafar arrived at the docking bay just in time to see the nuclear weapon being carried aboard. Rains stood with his arms crossed, watching with a smile. He looked immensely pleased with the new model craft he had so recently taken delivery of. It was a Stallion class, and despite the pristine body, he had already decorated it with a hand painted half naked lady.
