Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 20:23:20 GMT
xxXxx
AU 1200 - MAR28
0100 HOURS
FROM: REGENT A.REIKO
RECIPIENT: CHIEF OF STAFF B.NOVAK
CLASS: HICOM-DO NOT DISTRIBUTE
SUBJ: TENEBRAEN FRONT
I'd like to bestow the honor of leading our Tenebraen relief efforts to you, Bradley. You were my first pick out of the Staff, and I believe you are the most fit for the situation that is. I'll keep this brief.
I'm delegating three-hundred and seventy warships under your command, along with a staff of twenty-million marines. I have faith that you will do your best with the resources allocated to you. This is our first major conflict since the Extermination War. Do not let the Tenebraens suffer the same fate that we did.
ASSETS:
-5,000 Department of Naval Intelligence Operators
-200 Charon-Class Troop Transports
-20,000,000 Marines
-200 Armor Corps.
-13 Behemoth-Class Gunship Carriers
-52 Harbinger-Class Gunships. 4 Upon each Behemoth.
-65,000 Tengu Legionnaires
-5 Titan-Class Super Dreadnoughts
-15 Archimedes-Class Dreadnoughts
-35 Dempsey-Class Battleships
-40 Ajax-Class Battleships
-40 Legacy-Class Cruisers
-60 Falcon-Class Nuclear Destroyers
-20 Halcyon-Class Heavy Destroyers
-90 Arthur-Class Strike Frigates
With justice and honor.
-Reiko
[END MESSAGE]
xxXxx
"-Attention-!"
Within the troop bay of the Titan, the namesake of the Titan series of Dreadnoughts, every Marine snapped into formation. The high overhead allowed the dignified, hoarse voice to carry the length of the bay. Shoulder-to-shoulder, the company clad in full combat gear minus helmets stood firm. Few disciplined eyes would stray from the bulkhead, but those that did would see a single man stepping down to their deck. His steps were slow and methodical, his boots' solid heels making a loud click with each step. Every eye that stumbled upon him would instantly recognize him, if only for his gilded uniform alone.
Chief of Staff Bradley Novak looked at the Marines with a fire in his eyes. His arms were folded behind his back, only moving to run a hand through his neatly-trimmed beard. The full beard came up to meet his uncovered slicked-back hair. A person that didn't recognize his distinguished, famous features was rare. He was impressed at the amount of discipline before him, expecting no less of the Minevan Marine Corps.
"Ladies and gentlemen. As you all know, there's a war raging beyond our borders," Novak began. His voice was naturally loud and strong, slicing through the bitter silence with ease. "Now, I understand that some have their doubts. You may be asking -why-, exactly, we're moving to fight anothers' war."
His pause was accompanied by his steps, holding a tidy rythem between his words. "Justice, Marines. Honor. Glory. There are billions of others fighting the same plight that we once had. I know some of you may have forgotten...." Novak stopped with the remark, slowly panning across the faces, young and old, before him, "But, I realize some of you were too young to remember. History will not repeat itself. Tenebreas is facing a dire threat from a powerful foe. High Command decided that -you- were the best tools to drive this foe back, Marines. We'll be moving alongside the Drakenhoth-SSC front."
Novak turned to face the wall of combat-prepped Marines; some green as could be, some venerable Sergeants, and everything in between. "On the ground, the foe definitely has us outnumbered and dug-in. No man or woman in their right mind would mount an assault on such a fortified foe."
He lowered his head and furrowed his brow, and sly smile placed on his lips. "But you're not in your right mind. You're in the Corps."
AU 1200 - MAR28
0100 HOURS
FROM: REGENT A.REIKO
RECIPIENT: CHIEF OF STAFF B.NOVAK
CLASS: HICOM-DO NOT DISTRIBUTE
SUBJ: TENEBRAEN FRONT
I'd like to bestow the honor of leading our Tenebraen relief efforts to you, Bradley. You were my first pick out of the Staff, and I believe you are the most fit for the situation that is. I'll keep this brief.
I'm delegating three-hundred and seventy warships under your command, along with a staff of twenty-million marines. I have faith that you will do your best with the resources allocated to you. This is our first major conflict since the Extermination War. Do not let the Tenebraens suffer the same fate that we did.
ASSETS:
-5,000 Department of Naval Intelligence Operators
-200 Charon-Class Troop Transports
-20,000,000 Marines
-200 Armor Corps.
-13 Behemoth-Class Gunship Carriers
-52 Harbinger-Class Gunships. 4 Upon each Behemoth.
-65,000 Tengu Legionnaires
-5 Titan-Class Super Dreadnoughts
-15 Archimedes-Class Dreadnoughts
-35 Dempsey-Class Battleships
-40 Ajax-Class Battleships
-40 Legacy-Class Cruisers
-60 Falcon-Class Nuclear Destroyers
-20 Halcyon-Class Heavy Destroyers
-90 Arthur-Class Strike Frigates
With justice and honor.
-Reiko
[END MESSAGE]
xxXxx
"-Attention-!"
Within the troop bay of the Titan, the namesake of the Titan series of Dreadnoughts, every Marine snapped into formation. The high overhead allowed the dignified, hoarse voice to carry the length of the bay. Shoulder-to-shoulder, the company clad in full combat gear minus helmets stood firm. Few disciplined eyes would stray from the bulkhead, but those that did would see a single man stepping down to their deck. His steps were slow and methodical, his boots' solid heels making a loud click with each step. Every eye that stumbled upon him would instantly recognize him, if only for his gilded uniform alone.
Chief of Staff Bradley Novak looked at the Marines with a fire in his eyes. His arms were folded behind his back, only moving to run a hand through his neatly-trimmed beard. The full beard came up to meet his uncovered slicked-back hair. A person that didn't recognize his distinguished, famous features was rare. He was impressed at the amount of discipline before him, expecting no less of the Minevan Marine Corps.
"Ladies and gentlemen. As you all know, there's a war raging beyond our borders," Novak began. His voice was naturally loud and strong, slicing through the bitter silence with ease. "Now, I understand that some have their doubts. You may be asking -why-, exactly, we're moving to fight anothers' war."
His pause was accompanied by his steps, holding a tidy rythem between his words. "Justice, Marines. Honor. Glory. There are billions of others fighting the same plight that we once had. I know some of you may have forgotten...." Novak stopped with the remark, slowly panning across the faces, young and old, before him, "But, I realize some of you were too young to remember. History will not repeat itself. Tenebreas is facing a dire threat from a powerful foe. High Command decided that -you- were the best tools to drive this foe back, Marines. We'll be moving alongside the Drakenhoth-SSC front."
Novak turned to face the wall of combat-prepped Marines; some green as could be, some venerable Sergeants, and everything in between. "On the ground, the foe definitely has us outnumbered and dug-in. No man or woman in their right mind would mount an assault on such a fortified foe."
He lowered his head and furrowed his brow, and sly smile placed on his lips. "But you're not in your right mind. You're in the Corps."