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« on: 06 October 2013, 15:39:37 »
This is kind of a rough idea for a story anyone can continue with their next post. It is a Dark Age story.

The communications reports made no sense. Apparently the city had gone dark and there were garbled reports of a civilian uprising. San-ben-bing Hsiang Juān scoffed at these imbeciles who still opposed Capellan dominance of Victoria almost a year after the invasion where resistance was crushed.

Hearing the panicked chatter however of the recent infantry divisions he felt utterly contemptuous and appalled. How much trouble could a bunch of rabble truly make for the mighty Capellan armed forces? Heading into the city, he saw chaos all around as fire erupted and cars flew. Passing by in his Calliope, he noticed a whole crowd of civilians were rampaging through the street and attacking Capellan soldiers with their bare hands.

He turned on his speakers and was about to give an order to cease less he turn his Plasma Rifle to incinerate the mongrels, when he heard glass shatter and looked up to see literally dozens of rebels jumping onto his Mech. He heard more glass and more and more jumped on.

He could see through his ferro-glass that they looked somehow deranged, and a chill began to go down his spine. They were beating at the ferroglass with their fists and some even tried to bite at it, teeth shattering against the steal-weave. Others beat their heads against it until their skulls cracked open.

They began falling off in dozens as the 40 ton war machine moved back, shaking off the lunatics like ants, only for hundreds more to jump on. Looking down to see if he should step on any, he now saw THOUSANDS of the nuts at his feet, clamoring up to the knees of his Mech, and began to run, crushing many of these idiots flat and leaving marked Mech-prints clearly visible in hundreds of flattened bodies. He turned his plasma rifle and in desperation fired at a large group of nuts after clearing his view screen with a swipe of his metal hand. Within a second he fired and his Plasma Rifle vaporized what had to be hundreds of rebels, creating fires which spread to even more nearby. Still they ran to him, even those on fire!

Had a new kind of bio-weapon been developed? Were these people on some sort of chemical?

The though lasted for less then a half minute when he heard a strange new sound, popping, in the Mech actuators. The people were actually getting stuck in his Mech joints and being ground up, yet still they kept coming.

Soon, thousands upon thousands had surrounded his Mech, making walking difficult, and hundreds more were jumping from the tops of buildings and out of windows, throwing off the Mech's balance with sheer mass. In desperation he fired everything he had without regards. Plasma bolts burnt dozens simply as it left the barrel, and MML plowed right through the throngs of nuts hanging onto the launcher. Many burnt by the missile's very contrails. His screen was so full of snarling, green-greyish skin tinted bodies he could not see a thing.

He fired over and over while running blindly, only to feel his legs more impeded and a larger number of thuds, indicating something landed on his Mech build up. After a while his leg movements felt impeded, and the raw weight of the bodies, perhaps tens of thousands he guessed began to topple his Mech. He felt his Mech give way to gravity, and it fell backwards. It did not land as hard as he expected, his head did thump and he was thrown in his restraints however there was a huge squishing sound, as what had to have been people in such numbers they were stacked up literally cushioned his fall. They must have been flattened to paste, yet still more thumps and he could see out his view screen an endless pile of bodies, so many the entire outside shown dark. There was not even a single opening of light from this afternoon and he fired upwards with his plasma cannon over and over until all the ammo was exhausted and yet they still came! The bodies rested on his ferro-glass, breaking fingers off as they desperately clawed to get in. Was it a nightmare?! Had he gone mad!

In desperation and unable to move, he did all he felt he could. He clicked off the safeties of his Mech's fusion plant, and braced himself, knowing that with so many hostiles on his Mech's head attempting to eject would be utterly futile.

Starring into the hundreds of mad eyes, with the weight at the top so great those on the bottom were being squished and becoming pasted on the ferro-glass he wondered if any thoughts occurred behind them at all. Who had unleashed this new weapon, was it the Word of Blake reborn? The Clans? The Republic of Sphere finally lowering the Fortress walls to attain some abominable form of vengeance?

Then the fusion plant let loose. Hsian Juan didn't even feel a thing, as a white fireball engulfed so many zombies, that it flung half-dead bodies outside the city's perimeter, and the smell of it could be detected from almost a mile away from the explosion. Zombies were blasted in such numbers that entire sections of nearby buildings were pelted to the point that sections began to implode. Like shrapnel from hell, they began to rain on rooftops, many mangled to the point where they could not move, but some able enough to fall upon the Capellan snipers and battle armor.

Several VTOLs had bodies fall into their blades or onto their canopies, felling them in minutes.

Victoria City was lost in hours.

Star Captain Jeremiah of the Wolf Clan had finished issuing his batchall hours ago and had received no response from the city or military forces he knew lay hidden within. Just a week ago the Watch had reported that the planet Halfway was weak and ready for the taking, the local military having lost an unreasonable amount of casualties due to some sort of civilian uprising.

Pathetic, he thought, these Inner Sphere degenerates could not manage their civilians properly, so hampered by greed and corruption that they invited massive waves of rebellion. Within days his forces had been mobilized to assault the planet, a single Cluster was deemed sufficient of such a, what was appearing to be, token foe.

Upon arrival his drop ships had attempted to issue a batchall to find none in return. Disgusted, he landed his forces near the capital city of Torrence, and after still receiving no communications walked his Mech, with the rest of his bid Cluster personally to the city. The bidding was not fierce at all, in fact the various Star Commander's felt almost sullied by having such cowardly, unworthy foes that they crouched like animals inside the cities.

Still receiving no reply he ordered some Elementals to go into Torrence and investigate. They had made contact, but after a few minutes of garble their communications had shut off. Inner Sphere treachery!

Now he began to march his forces forward, the enemy was dezgra and he was about to call in the rest of his bid as well as order aerospace bombardment when he saw civilians leaving the city. Unarmed. In the hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands towards his forces. He also saw, among them, some of the Elementals he had sent in, their armor was bloodied with leaking Harjel, however they were seemingly leading these civilians outwards.

He attempted to communicate "What is the meaning of this? Speak up Point Commander Terrel!" Receiving no reply he began to make threats "Again I say speak now, why are you escorting so many civilians out of the city? What is going on here?!"

Again no reply as the Elementals and civilians walked towards his forces, and swelled in numbers. He noticed the numbers going from tens of thousands to what had to be hundreds of thousands, an endless sea of people. His forces were too far away for them to be a threat and they were unarmed, so obviously they posed no threat, however there was so many and why were they heading towards his OmniMechs and Vehicles and Battle Armor?

As they came within a mile he opened his speakers and said point blank "Point Commanders order your troops to stop leading these civilians now or we will open fire! This is appearing to be an act of Chalcas, I have no idea what your game is, but stop your march now or we will turn our guns and deliver your dishonorable, foolish corpses to the skies in clouds of dust!"

To emphasize the point he shot one of his ER PPCs from his Timber Wolf Mark 4 to a hundred meters in front of the lead crowd. The artificial, fusion powered lightning appeared for just a moment, before vaporizing a large patch of grass and dirt in front, and blasting the area so that huge patches of ground fell upon the enemy. They did not even flinch. They did not halt for a second. They did not answer.

Enraged, he ordered his troops to fire at the lead segments. "This audacity will not go unpunished, I am tired of words!"

The front ranks of the enemy fell in the hundreds. It was not a battle- it was a slaughter. They did not even attempt to run as LRMs, PPC bolts, Large Lasers, Gauss Rifles, Plasma Cannons, the fire power of dozens of fusion powered Mechs and vehicles slammed into the masses, vaporizing hundreds in seconds.

They did not even try to move out of the way. They did not flinch. They still came, running like predatory animals smelling blood.

"What in the name of Kerensky's Mother?!" he heard one of his men say.

The Star Captain zoomed in on the crowd. They looked deranged, rabid, some appeared very unkempt, almost wounded, their skin had a grey-greenish coloring and their eyes displayed pure emptiness. They were all sorts- not just unarmed men, but women and children, the elderly, and many clearly not in any military or militia- doctors, entertainers, he even saw clowns!

Now he was very, very confused.

"Fire again!"

Now at medium range, the above chorus was joined by SRMs, Medium Lasers, Pulse Lasers, AP Gauss Rifles, Autocannons, and Plasma Rifles. Still they came, the numbers far beyond anything he'd ever seen.

Looking at the horizon, so intent on understanding what was occurring and firing his weapons on enemies he was killing as though he had fired a flamer at ants so stupid were they and unwilling to dodge that he had not noticed how much their numbers had swelled.

Despite his Clan training, his many life or death Trials in which split second timing under the most intense pressure was ingrained into his very soul, he paused for a moment speechless, no thought but complete awe.

There were millions. Millions, tens of millions, it looked like the entire city was running towards them.

"These people are morons!" a woman shouted as countless numbers of the enemy were turned into trails of smoke and puddles of paste in in such numbers that they seemed a more general part of the terrain then the earth and grass.

As he stood there the first ranks came in close range, and he told his men to fire at will. Surely they wouldn't fight like idiots until the last person!

Machine guns, Infernos, Small Pulse Lasers, nuclear powered Flame-Throwers, all entered the mix. Still they did not retreat.

Part of him admired the intense courage and honor the enemy had shown, even as the Clan Infantry opened up with their rapid fire Gauss Weapons, and then, within seconds, even though they had killed thousands more opponents per number in what appeared to be as if it would be the most one-sided battle in history the human wave fell upon his Elementals and infantry forces.

They were, for lack of a better word- drowned. Engulfed in a tidal wave of idiocy the likes of which he had never before seen.

Part of him wanted to retreat but these people weren't even armed! He would not dishonor himself by running from unarmed civilians!

"Not a step back, fire with everything you got! Seyla! For honor and glory we will make them run first!"

Fight they did, four hours, until the sea of millions overwhelmed the cluster completely. Until over a 100,000 person clamored onto the Star Captain's Mech all at once, jamming the actuators with their bodies and causing the Star Captain to fire so wildly his Mech detonated stored ammunition and he roasted inside his cockpit.

The Clan Warriors, to their credit, did not fall back not even a step.

The last words uttered by the Star Captain, breathing in air so hot it literally made his nose bleed and lung scorch so bad he coughed up blood, was "For Kerensky!" as he fired his twin ER PPCs into the air, roasting hundreds alive in second, before his ammunition detonated, taking him, and many of those who attacked him, in a fireball of glory!

In all the Clan's had killed over a hundred thousand and lost less then fifty warriors. Seyla!

Khan Malvina Hazen could not believe what she was hearing. The Elemental of the Raptor Keshik repeated a third time, now with intense urgency "Khan we have to leave now! Five minutes ago in fact! The entire city is lost! Our forces are overwhelmed, even with the nukes at key locations we cannot hold the tide back! "

The Mad Khan looked upwards full of rage "Haven't we killed Millions?!"

"Khan there are tens of millions more rushing towards us! Like we said- they do not appear human. They do not show enough sense of self-preservation to retreat! They run through the radioactive craters like they are nothing at all! They have breached the perimeter. Our Mechs stand, only to fall as literal hundreds of thousands tackle them! Hundreds of thousands per Mech! No fear! This is not a normal war my Khan, this is what Terran Historians called an Assymetrical Conflict. We cannot hope to stand, we must retreat we must!"

Malvina Hazen looked down, deep in a raging ocean of thought. "So our Way of Life has ended. "

"What do you mean my Khan?"

"There is an old saying, I heard it once, from Terra before the K-F drive, before the Age of War, the Great Houses, the Exodus, There is a Limit to Intelligence, but There is No Limit to Stupidity.[/u]

"A most accurate expression at this time Chinggis Khan." He used the expression to sooth her pride.

"These enemies are not even armed! Not even with swords or bows or sticks or stones! Yet you say we MUST retreat! From unarmed, untrained civilians with no honor!"

The current leader of the Keshik raptor, three of those above rank now dead, spoke slowly and deliberately "A virus shows no honor my Khan. It has no weapons. Yet a virus can kill much more then all the armies of history. We fight not against an opponent, we fight against a flood from a broken dam. Think of this not as retreating from an enemy so much as retreating from a natural disaster, a fire or flood, surely it is not dishonorable to retreat from a fire or flood. Honor has no place here. "

Malvina Hazen looked up "Honor has a place here. In fact, this is the moment where honor is most important!"

The Chinggis Khan stood proud, the dead look in her eyes erased. "Here! Right here, right now, is where I will prove honor most matters! I will show it beyond all doubt!"

Berald, now Galaxy Commander of the Raptor Keshik, though his Khan had gone truly mad as the rumors had suggested. She saw this, she laughed.

"Perhaps I have Berald, but I am still able to think. Remember, some of the Kuritas went mad during times of peace and kept their sanity during wars. So may it perhaps be. In any case, take all you can onboard the drop-ships, in order of importance among the civilian caste. Do this prompt, and make sure none are infected. Use our scientists and civilian scientists and at least three layers of checks with an armored elemental at each point. Recall the Port here has a choke point, I shall hold this choke point myself. Put Cynthy in charge when I leave."

Berald could not believe this "My Khan she is not of the Warrior Caste--"

"That is precisely why! This is not a fight against enemies as you have said, this is not a war. This is a different kind of conflict and it requires a different set if skills if we are to live. Cynthy may not be adept at combat but she knows how to survive. That is what one must do in a natural disaster- survive. It is an order!"

"Yes my Khan."

With that the Chinggis Khan walked forth.

Her Dire Wolf was configured as such:

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Zombie Slayer

Mass: 100 tons
Tech Base: Clan
Chassis Config: Biped
Rules Level: Tournament Legal
Era: Dark Ages
Tech Rating/Era Availability: F/X-X-D
Production Year: 3132
Cost: 22,434,000 C-Bills
Battle Value: 2,012

Chassis: Unknown Standard
Power Plant: Unknown 300 Fusion XL Engine
Walking Speed: 32.4 km/h
Maximum Speed: 54.0 km/h
Jump Jets: None
    Jump Capacity: 0 meters
Armor: Unknown Standard Armor
    12  SRM-6s
    5  Heavy Machine Guns
    3  Flamers
    5  Light Machine Guns
    4  A-Pods
Manufacturer: Unknown
    Primary Factory: Unknown
Communications System: Unknown
Targeting and Tracking System: Unknown

Equipment           Type                         Rating                   Mass 
Internal Structure: Standard                     152 points               10.00
Engine:             XL Fusion Engine             300                       9.50
    Walking MP: 3
    Running MP: 5
    Jumping MP: 0
Heat Sinks:         Double Heat Sink             16(32)                    6.00
    Heat Sink Locations: 1 LT, 1 RT, 1 LA, 1 RA
Gyro:               Standard                                               3.00
Cockpit:            Standard                                               3.00
    Actuators:      L: SH+UA    R: SH+UA
Armor:              Standard Armor               AV - 304                 19.00
    CASE Locations: LT, RT, LA, RA                                         0.00

                                                      Internal       Armor     
                                                      Structure      Factor     
                                                Head     3            9         
                                        Center Torso     31           48       
                                 Center Torso (rear)                  13       
                                           L/R Torso     21           31       
                                    L/R Torso (rear)                  11       
                                             L/R Arm     17           33       
                                             L/R Leg     21           42       

Equipment                                 Location    Heat    Critical    Mass 
Light Machine Gun                            HD        0         1         0.25
Heavy Machine Gun                            CT        0         1         0.50
Flamer                                       CT        3         1         0.50
3 SRM-6s                                     RT        12        3         4.50
Light Machine Gun                            RT        0         1         0.25
Heavy Machine Gun                            RT        0         1         0.50
Light Machine Gun                            LT        0         1         0.25
Heavy Machine Gun                            LT        0         1         0.50
3 SRM-6s                                     LT        12        3         4.50
3 SRM-6s                                     RA        12        3         4.50
Light Machine Gun                            RA        0         1         0.25
Heavy Machine Gun                            RA        0         1         0.50
Flamer                                       RA        3         1         0.50
Light Machine Gun                            LA        0         1         0.25
Heavy Machine Gun                            LA        0         1         0.50
Flamer                                       LA        3         1         0.50
3 SRM-6s                                     LA        12        3         4.50
2 A-Pods                                     RL        0         2         1.00
2 A-Pods                                     LL        0         2         1.00
@SRM-6 (Inferno) (15)                        RT        -         1         1.00
@LMG (200)                                   RT        -         1         1.00
@HMG (100)                                   RT        -         1         1.00
@SRM-6 (Inferno) (15)                        LT        -         1         1.00
@LMG (200)                                   LT        -         1         1.00
@HMG (100)                                   LT        -         1         1.00
@SRM-6 (Inferno) (30)                        RA        -         2         2.00
@SRM-6 (Inferno) (30)                        LA        -         2         2.00
                                            Free Critical Slots: 0

BattleForce Statistics
MV      S (+0)  M (+2)  L (+4)  E (+6)   Wt.   Ov   Armor:     10    Points: 20
3          2       1       0       0      4     0   Structure:  5
Special Abilities: CASE, HT1, SRCH, ES, SEAL, SOA, SRM 6/6/0

The zombies, because that is what they were. The term all her Techs, and Scientists and Warriors wanted to avoid, but she knew they were because it was Obvious, were attracted, according limited knowledge, loud sounds, bright lights, fast motions, heat, and the smell of blood and flesh. For this reason Zombie Slayer was dowsed in the blood and remains of dead bodies and animals. She turned her speakers on to maximum sound, playing "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor", she flashed several search lights and lit some infernos on the ground.

The endless wave of Stinks, as Malvina called them, for they smelled wretched paused, as if a tidal wave had frozen in mid-air before crashing down. Then miraculously enough the Tidal Wave turned around.

Malvina threw several fires of Infernos around, and lit the ground, buildings and streets in super-burning napalm gel. As the enemies came, she saw them pile on so high they reached a quarter the size of the sky-scrapers, then at their thickest, half the size, then even taller then the sky scrapers and jumped from buildings.

She backed up her Mech. Though the area was considered a choke point, it applied to a conventional, rational force. Tanks, Mechs and Battle Armor. People cramming in at their max would be tens of thousands. So many from her perspective and those of the current doctrines of war, but with a city of tens of millions, all fanatical enemies, it was less then a finger-nail. She saw them rush into the Inferno lit areas. They burned and crumbled as the mountains fell on the burning pits. They fell and fell, bodies spreading the fire onto other bodies until the Mountains of Zombies snuffed the fires out by sheer mass. Then they kept coming.

Malvina fired all 72 Inferno Missiles.

In abstract plans they used hexes. Each hex was 30 meters. About 1,000 zombies was in each hex. Within 10 seconds, she had killed 72,000 zombies. 72,000 in a salvo!.

Her sense of pride swelled before realizing the city held over 10 million people. If only 90 percent had been changed, which was optimistic, that meant 9 million of them were zombies. That meant she killed .008 with her Dire Wolf. 0.008, and there was more coming in from the country side and surrounding regions.

Yet she had to fight on, for Cynthy! At that moment she felt horrible at how she treated Cynthy, she deserved better. Her own childhood was not Cynthy's fault. Cynthy was a person, not an object. Why had she treated her as an object?

Her Mech could move backwards far faster then the zombies could walk. They moved at riughly 6 kph. Her Mech at 36 kph. She moved 6 TIMES faster then them.

She fired her infernos again after her mech cooled after a 10 second pause. The heat of her Mech rose, though it was still tolerable and now more then 72,000, maybe twice as many zombies fried. They were piled so high it was unbelievable! They were half as tall as the sky scrapers! They were falling from the sky scrapers and through windows onto the piles oncoming. Then some behind were TALLER then the sky scrappers. It was surreal.

She felt all her Trials, all her training, all the Way of the Clans had prepared her for this. A To the Death conflict with Total, Mindless Evil!

She fired again, her heat meter turning yellow, as almost 100,000 of the enemy perished in a blaze that lit the night as if it were brighter then day. She had killed now almost 0.03 of them. Then she remembered the nukes, that killed maybe 0.5. Though it brought in more, because now they came from other cities and the country side.


She shouted, for they may all shall fall and fired another salvo, her heat turning to the bottom parts of read and risking a shutdown and ammo explosion which by luck was not arrived.

They were piled so thick she thought maybe 140,000 perished.


Including the Nukes, 0.56 if she was lucky. They still came, and she now used her none heat generating weapons at max range, while turning a corner and moving back.

10, hyper-mechanical, fusion-powered machine guns tore through the enemies, tearing up thousands as they marched forward, creating barriers of the dead bodies. Those that came even closer were chewed up by nuclear powered flame-throwers, turning to ash and dust.

Yet they moved with single purpose. Malvina gave the signal and Aerospace fighters and weapons from Drops Ships and Warships commenced. Now MILLIONS of the enemy fried. Millions. Giving her some breathing room to maneuver. Yet they still came, an endless horde. She calculated in her mind, about 1 percent of the enemy was killed at most.

At this point however Drop Ships were making final preps to leave the planet.
« Last Edit: 06 October 2013, 19:26:50 by DireWolfV »
"But US forces would not be allowed to employ a platoon of four Abrams against the enemy because the BV would be too high. "

"In a true meritocracy, where all have equal opportunity and equal training, the best athletes will be the ones with the best genes. Heritability of athletic ability will approach 100%. In the opposite kind of society, where only privileged few get sufficient food and the chance to train, background and opportunity will determine who wins the races. Heritability wil be zero. Paradoxically, therefore, the more equal we make society, the higher heritability will be, and the more genes will matter."