Tales of the Omerta Syndicate Interceptor Squadrons.

 
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Mebrithiel Ju'wien
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 3:31 pm    Post subject: Tales of the Omerta Syndicate Interceptor Squadrons. Reply with quote

This particular story is dedicated to the lovely people who gave our weary party rest down in Feythabolis - Red Moon Federation.

From personal experience, the warfront down in 66- is an amazing place. The tension and prevelance of hostiles frequenting the field makes for an encroaching feeling of imminent action. Here's a small story of the Omerta Syndicate Elite Interceptor Squadron and our trip to the warfront:


Friday evening and the usual small but highly skilled inty squadron of Omerta Syndicate looks for a different challenge than raiding Syndicate or dealing with the rather fretful locals of Fountain. An open invitation from BoB to assist in the rather non-capital combat of southern Omist gives an idea for a rather large interceptor dash and fight.

So from sunny Fountain, we set some AAA packing and soon gave haste to Aridia and delved into Delve. The going was light, with almost no hostiles encountered save the camped-in Frege Frightful, waiting for BoB to "go away" from Delve. Frequently we encountered blues maintaining a watchful eye over the main choke points on the way to the Eastern Front, while we cheefully continued dashing down south to TCAG.

After a refeulling (bree and tea passed round to raise spirits... no pun), we continued on our mad charge to the East, passing through Paragon Soul. Again, the amount of hostiles encountered were none, but the readiness for war was felt among the friendly greetings to our tiny squadron from the locals. They knew how far away the front was from the sounds of guns coming over the celestial horizon via intel communications.

Tuning in now to these communications, we could now hear the reported movements of hostiles throughout the no-man's-land ahead of us. 66- was beginning to sounds like nothing we had encountered before... well, in the last few months.

We had been roughly informed of what to meet, but now our tensions were rising as more and more reports of hostile movements reached our communications. Myself, as lead navigator of the squadron, consulted our squadron leader and suggested we make someone recce ahead while the squadron stopped off short of the Front and made plans for attack and battle manouvres.

It was here where the locals of K-9 tooks us in.

After brief talks with some of the locals in the system, permission to dock was granted to the tired but ferverous pilots of O-SYN and the two brothers of the Orphans who had flown with us. We soon docked and assessed our situation and checked ammunition counts. Morale was high, but the intel our cheif Intel Officer was passing on kept us on edge. The recce was giving no hostile surveilance from ahead so we rested up for a few minutes.

More bree and more tea flowed, warming our hearts to the combat ahead and steeling ourselves for the horrors we'd face on the Front. Jokes were passed around and the friendly Red Moon Fed people cheered us on for coming so far from home to fight in a war that must seem so distant.

The O-SYN squadron began to feel better and soon larger intel of the enemy movements encouraged us to get moving again and assist in any way we could. Giving our kindest regards to the Red Moon people, we checked weapon systems and fuel ammounts before jumping into our extremely specialised interceptors...


PART 2 to come
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Mebrithiel Ju'wien
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:03 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Part 2:

Our forward scout was still reporting a sincere lack of enemy incursions and we could almost hear the sounds of combat from the Front ahead of us. Outside K-9's station, our interceptors gleamed in the fading sunlight, forming up on each others wing and warping forward to the sounds of the guns.

Our brave squadron leader, Dark Avatar, showed no signs of weariness and issued commands to keep the squadron tight. Our scout flew on ahead of us, silent and unseen, keeping us informed.

Myself, I contented myself with pouring over maps and details of the regions. The Leader had decided the best course of action was to head into 66- and up through the No-Man's-Land to d2ez where BoB's last fortification in the region stood. We'd find no respite in the fort of 66- where battles raged periodically between the gates and moon strongholds, so we'd charge through 66- and engage anything we came across, short of counter-interceptor ships like Huginns and Rapiers.

66- was dead. Like the systems behind us on the way to the Front, 66- was dark and devoid of combat. As we jumped in, there were the scatterings of reds and blues, but nothing hung around long enough so we decided to head along the trenches to d2ez.

On the way, we were lucky enough to encounter a lone Caracal making money while the war raged just a few systems along. Upon scanning him down, we quickly set about the TCF pilot and reduced his cruiser to wreckage. The crows flew about bombarding his weak cruiser while the ares of Jonny Damordred flashed pink around. My own claw was setup with massive 180mm cannons and I barely had to move as they smashed massive rounds of emp ammo into the Caracals remaining shields and structure.

The fight was brief and we fully expected reinforcements to come in, but it seemed organisation was very short-coming from the enemies. With that, we made haste to d2ez to setup our bunker and prepare to head back out to the front to see action.

The flight up Omist felt long, but was short in time. With TCF claiming two Stations here, we fully expected some camps, but we came across nothing. d2ez was a welcome sight as our tensions were fraying out with anticipation and the eerie quiet.

Docking up, we decided to take another break, but this time, there was no cheering or revelry. The BoB pilots here were hardened war veterans, many giving brief quips of dry comedy, trying to lighten up the months of hellish war they had faced, trying to blot out the horrors.

While the others refreshed themselves in the ample supply of facilities in d2, I sat down beside Dark Avatar and we poured over our maps and intel. 66- was apparantly very quiet for the time and day, but reports showed the battles to be raging between 66- and further into Red Alliance territory. It appeared very clearly that BoB was holding d2 nicely and 66- was a constant battle, but they were still able to push up into enemy territory and facing much resistance.

We decided to head back to the 66- Front and consider pushing up to what intel feeds showed as the likely position of the actual fight front...


Part 3 incoming.
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Part 3:

Once again, the squadron of Omerta Syndicate interceptors formed up outside the station. The numbers had dropped a little. Some of the other pilots had to take leave while in d2ez and our two Burning Orphan pilots also had to take time off, but there were enough of us to still make up for a formidable interceptor pack.

No time for niceties, we charged head long towards 66- as intel began coming thick and fast from the current war front up in Red Alliance territory. We met no resistance on the way to 66- and even passed a familiar veteran face in a Zealot, also heading to the warfront, confident flying alone.

But, before we even made it to the 66- warfront, one of BoB's senior warlords, Cleist, called up for an allied rally in 66- to meet a large Goon-allied fleet heading towards 66-.

The combat swayed around 66-, with early skirmishes taking place behind the front and culminating in a fairly large battle between 66- and BoB's main push in RA territory.

It was in this battle where myself in my artillery laden Claw and Deks in his Crow lost our ships. Dark Avatar had long since retired for the night in the earlier skirmishes, relieving his command to warlord Cleist. Our fleet took heavy losses, but morale was high at similarly devistating a very large hostile fleet. Losses could be recouperated, but the enemy was consistently showing a lack of organisation and there looked to be many more battles in the future.


Tired and weary, I made my retreat through the treacherous warzone and trenches back to d2ez to rest up. The night had been long and without my interceptor, I was lacking in any real combat ship to rejoin the action.

I look forward to getting in another ship and getting back into the fight later this week.

Navigator Mebrithiel Ju'wien, reporting in and signing out. I hope my family and friends are safe, those left in Fountain to manage the homelands. Please send my love and know I'll be safe till you see me again. x


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PostPosted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

As an FYI, this was a short story written up today due to boredom and because I read a hilarious thread in which some fecking eejit compared the BoB-Ragoon conflict to sides of WW2.

So I wrote this up about the going-ons of Friday night in the form of a combat pilot's account of "going to the Front" with all its horrors and trench warfare.

Suffice to say, an interesting blend of sides, but it's obviously no-where near the horror that really happened in WW2 and of which none of us alive can truly know of.

Another point of this story was, however, how nice RMF was to our little group Razz
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PostPosted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:09 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Very good read Smile

Enjoyed it

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PostPosted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:29 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hehe, nice read. I remember that loan Caracal well.
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