1197 1197 Alliance Panic

[Commander Max, what is going on? We had to reverse the gravity plating on our vessels to decrease the effects on our people. We're not physically up to daily life in double gravity.] One of the Alliance vessels leaders pleaded.

[We have been relocated by a being far above the Greater Energy Beings. It appears that it is preparing war games for us, and we will be unable to leave the surface until a winner is determined.] Max replied.

[How can we win when we can't even walk outside?]

[Shut up stupid. You have gravity control in your attack vessels, just use it. I will be doing the same with my mobile infantry.] Another voice chastised him.

Max thought that he recognized that one. It should be the Valkia Envoy that was on Absolution.

[Envoy, is that you?] Max asked for verification.

[Indeed it is. Absolution is here, next to a Colony Class Sphere from the Valkia defence force. We have equipped the mobile infantry with the Archangel Exoskeletons that your team developed. With the gravity control, my people shouldn't have any problems flying in these conditions, and they have gotten abundant combat experience in the recent days.] He reported.

[What else do we have for assets? I have a count on Mecha and drones, but nothing about the Alliance vessels' military capacity.] Max replied.

[Most of them were equipped for space battles, not terrestrial. I suspect that they will be requesting Mecha soon.] The Envoy sighed.

[Send the Giants, and anything similar sized, to me. I've got Mecha set up for that size of being, which are currently being piloted by Androids. I can repurpose them and have the Androids moved to a standard pattern unit.] Max replied.

That would get their capabilities up quickly, and the Androids had a much larger combat database relating to the standard pattern units. Sylvie didn't have a lot of combat data of her own, so having the Androids in a familiar situation would help her adapt.

The Alliance net filled up with communications as they discussed who would be suitable to send over soldiers to pilot equipment that was designed for Giants, until eventually, they had twenty thousand soldiers that could be suitable and weren't already needed for other equipment.

In this sort of battle, it was obvious that being infantry was a death sentence, so everyone was doing their best to eliminate them, and they were working on deals to create as much equipment as they could.

The requests that were coming into the two World Ships were increasingly desperate, pleas for various Alliance standard ground warfare vehicles. Hover tanks, speeders, jet bikes, and more of the Archangel Exoskeletons for the flying species.

Most of their ships had the design parameters to build them, but not the authority, and the Alliance spec ships wouldn't produce without verifying that they had permission from the copyright holder, which they couldn't do with outside communications scrambled here.

There were still signals getting in and out, but they were so distorted by whatever was blocking this battlefield that it was all incomprehensible gibberish.

[Attention, Alliance vessels. The Reaver World Ships will be producing what they can, as fast as they can. Please keep calm and place your orders in the order of production priority.]

It would be a long trip for some of them to come get their gear anyhow. The region that the Alliance was situated in was centred around the two World Ships, but it was thousands of kilometres across. Just travelling the length of Terminus to get an item that was made at the other end could take them hours.

For example, the hover tanks had a top speed of two hundred kilometres an hour. It would take them all morning just to drive the length of Terminus if they were distributed from the wrong door.

Everything would have to be carefully marshalled and sent out from the region closest to its deployment area, unless they had better logistics.

Sylvie had the solution to that, though. The Thunderbird Drop-Ships were capable of supersonic flight in an atmosphere, and they could carry six hover tanks, or nearly a hundred standard sized hover bikes, a favourite of the Alliance scouts. The debut release of this chapter happened at N0v3l_B1n.

That gave Felicity a good idea. Most of the Alliance ships were requesting mixed regiments. Hover bikes, tanks, and light attack hover vehicles. They could fit an entire Battalion in a Thunderbird, and then pick up the crew to make the drop, and send the plane back for more gear.

So, with the help of Sylvie and the Alliance Commanders, they began to make a deployment plan for the Alliance ground forces.

That would allow them to form a defensive perimeter outside the encirclement of their vessels and fortify their position before they sent anyone out looking for a fight. Both Felicity and Sylvie agreed that they would be better off sending the Mecha out on the line first, with the hover vehicles and flying scouts advancing to find their enemies, so that was how they were planning the deployment.

But, in order to prevent the enemy from guessing what would be in the transporters, they also loaded a number of them with Android Mecha Companies to be dropped at random in forward positions to hunt the Great Enemy.

The two artificial intelligence entities were having a grand time planning traps and ambushes for the enemy forces that their sensors had detected. The deployment patterns of the Great Enemy seemed to match the wealth of data that Sylvie had fairly well, and they had every intention of exploiting it for their own gain.

There was only one small issue.

Something was limiting the output of their weapons as well. Just like the ships couldn't fly, they were unable to use orbital lances, weapons of mass destruction, or antimatter weapons. It looked like the Myceloid God had planned this out very well, and they weren't going to be able to just destroy everything to win by default.