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Situation: Infinity - Narrative campaign

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  1. Scribbler

    Scribbler Well-Known Member

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    Welcome!

    In this thread you will find the short stories written in collaboration with @DeepThought to tell a tale of action, betrayal, violence, and intrigue that unfolds within the Human Sphere as the factions duke it out for supremacy over humanity.

    These stories are written after every game that we play, and I am proud to now present our work to you! I will post a section of the work that we have written on this thread, but in the interest in saving space and a shameless act of self-plugging, we're going to post the whole chapter on Interminable Writing. The link to which can be found below.

    For those of you who are interested, I also have a thread running in the Batrep section to deal with a more technical breakdown of how the campaign plays out. Full batreps are going to be posted on Lonely Artichoke.

    Enjoy!

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    Prologue

    A large group of Ariadnan soldiers gathered outside the barracks of the Lafayette Forward Airfield, huddling together for warmth but making sure to gather only with their compatriots from their home countries. The result was a large mass of men and women separated into three distinct lumps: the Caledonians, the Kazaks, and the Americans. The weather was dreadful today, and despite the sun floating high in the sky, a thick cloud cover made it so it could not be seen. Every now and then, a flurry of snowflakes blew through the airfield on the cold wind, and the troops packed themselves even tighter.

    Some of these soldiers had been stationed on Noviy Cimmeria for some time, and dealing with these conditions was nothing new to them. In fact, weather like this was their preferred operating environment because it made the off-worlders absolutely miserable, which was the perfect time to strike. However, many of the soldiers had just arrived on the island to replace the units that had rotated out, and were yet to adjust to the subarctic climate. But despite the clean appearance of the fresh troops compared to their rougher counterparts, they were all hardened veterans that had been tasked with the most important mission of all: the defense of their home world.

    Not far away was the control tower overlooking the runway, the scars on the building recalling the events that had unfolded during the Kurage Crisis. Ariadna had made major gains during the conflict, taking a base from PanOceania and forcing them to operate from smaller outposts, but their success did not come without its costs. The control tower of their own airfield was narrowly lost to the tohaa, who stood just within earshot. For now, the aliens were content to occupy the tower and were being very careful not to provoke a full-on battle. However, everyone knew it was only a matter of time before someone made a wrong move, and then all hell would break loose.

    In his private quarters, Colonel Yevgueni Voronin smoked his cigar and gazed out the window. Across the field he was able to make out the forms of tohaa troops in defensive positions, and he knew they were probably watching him as well. He sneered, blowing a cloud of smoke into the window and walked away. He could not be distracted from his task in this moment, which was to harangue the troops who had just arrived and remind everyone what was at stake. He strolled casually out of the tent and climbed onto a pile of crates at the head of the group that had been arranged into a makeshift stage before shouting into the crowd.

    “Greetings, Comrade soldiers!”

    “Greetings, Comrade Voronin!” the Russians replied enthusiastically; the Scots and Americans less so.

    “We all know why we are here,” he began. All chatter ceased, and every pair of eyes was fixed on him. “We are here because the off-worlders want to take what is ours. But will we let them?”

    This time, everyone, regardless of their nationality, roared back in response. “Never!”

    Voronin smiled. “Good. Let them hear you shout, because they have no right to our planet! Dawn is our land, our home that we forged out of blood and hardship. Our ancestors gave their lives to settle this territory, dying by the truckload on this dangerous world filled with hostile Antipode tribes. We were abandoned by the nations of Earth and left for dead, and when the Human Sphere found us again, they immediately tried to rob us of our sovereignty and steal our teseum. They thought it would be easy, taking our land, but they were wrong! We fought back the forces of PanOceania and Yu Jing, and forced them to concede some of their claims back to us. But still they refuse to leave our planet, and until they do, we will not stop fighting. We will fight until they are brought to their knees and kicked off of our planet, because Dawn belongs to Ariadna only!”

    He paused to replenish the air in his lungs, listening as a shout in unison resonated from below: “Dawn is ours! Dawn is ours!”

    “Now, comrades, that you are reminded of what we have to lose, let me tell you your mission. We are the front lines on Noviy Cimmeria, where our enemies have gathered to attack us. They are strong, and we have suffered at their hands, but they have failed to defeat us. We stand strong, and we will fight these bastards to our last breath, until Dawn is free of the influence of any foreign powers. We will be victorious!”

    As Voronin spoke his final line, the roar of the soldiers grew louder and livelier. “Let them hear your voice, soldiers! Let them know that we are coming, and we won’t rest until they are gone!”

    A loud chant erupted from the gathering, rumbling like thunder fueled by the uninhibited spirit and determination of the Ariadnans: “Ura! Ura! Ura! Davai! Davai! Davai! Slava Ariadnye!”

    To view this chapter in its entirety, please check out the link below.
    https://interminablewriting.wordpress.com/2019/07/19/situation-infinity-cold-war-prologue/
     
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    Chapter 1 - The Supply Yard

    Lieutenant Terra Retalia swiftly ducked into a corner as the alarms blared loudly across the supply yard. Beside her a Dakini tacbot stood guard, weapon at the ready. Opening a new communications channel, she paged Father-Officer Luciano Ricci, the man in charge of security for the St. Marcarius spaceport.

    “Father-Officer Ricci, status report!”

    “We’ve spotted Ariadnan troops advancing on us from the west,” the Hospitaller knight’s voice crackled through the radio. “They appear to be USAriadnan; we don’t know how many there are.”

    The report of an Ariadnan attack came as no surprise to Terra. Since being forced to operate out of smaller outposts on Noviy Cimmeria, PanOceanian troops were the targets of frequent raids by the Ariadnans, who were confident enough to walk right onto foreign bases and cause all sorts of mayhem, stealing supplies and shooting the soldiers stationed there. St. Marcarius had already seen its fair share of skirmishes, but so far every assault had been successfully repelled, thanks to the Military Orders garrison stationed there.

    “What’s your position?” she asked.

    “Right flank, near the office building. Russo is on the roof; I think Mr. Jackson is hiding in the office,” Ricci replied. “Where are you?”

    “Left flank, with Specialist Parillo. Brother Pieri is watching the gate,” she said. She glanced at Order Sergeant Lora Parillo, who was standing across from her along the wall of the warehouse trying to get a view of the front gate. She was far too exposed in that position, and as the hacking specialist of the team, Terra considered her to be too valuable to risk losing before she could gain access to the server room. As per Colonel Miller’s orders, Terra needed Parillo to make a copy of the shipping manifest before Mr. Jackson could touch their data network.

    “Get back!” she said, motioning for the hacker to get cover now. Suddenly, something big landed on the roof of the building next to them with a loud thump. Terra spun around to face the source of the noise, finding a Devil Dog snarling at her as he pulled the pin out of a grenade, his K-9 antipode companion close by. A rocket fired by Russo streaked across the sky and struck the dog warrior and knocked the grenade out of his hand, but the Devil Dog shrugged the blast off as though it were a puff of hot steam and pulled out his shotgun. At the same time, a burst of gunfire ripped through the front gate and Parillo was immediately gunned down.

    To view this chapter in its entirety, please check out the link below:
    https://interminablewriting.wordpre...-infinity-cold-war-chapter-1-the-supply-yard/
     
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    Chapter 2: The Lab

    Mila crouched motionless in the warehouse, waiting patiently for an opportunity to present itself. There was a huge bustle of activity outside as PanOceanian personnel rushed back and forth. Casualties were being moved off the scene for medical treatment as fresh troops took their posts. Following them were teams of engineers, sent to assess the structural damage to the compound. Her presence had been overlooked so far, which was going to make completing her mission much easier to accomplish. Suddenly a voice broke the ambiance by way of her comlog. It was Xellos.

    “Fey, why don’t you make your alterations to the manifest now?”

    “Yes, sir,” she replied. “I was just prepping an insertion point. It may take me a few minutes to alter the manifest without being detected now that the facility is on alert.”

    “Access it directly,” Xellos said. “With this confusion, you should have that whole server to yourself. I’ll be out here making sure no one interrupts you.”

    “Understood.”

    With that, Mila stood up and opened the door to the server room with the aid of her hacking device. She decided to use Colonel Miller’s authorization codes to enter. Feeding his biometric data into the computer, she listened to the soft sounds of the electronic locks lifting, and the reinforced door slid open. She then playfully slipped inside the room, allowing the door to close behind her.

    In front of her was a control console, through which all data on cargo at St. Marcarius came. It included supplies received, destinations, arrival times, and departures. Despite the fact that PanOceania didn’t put as much security on it as their military data, it was nevertheless a zealously guarded network, so she had to be careful. Activating the console with her gauntlet, she pulled up the console’s information on her HUD and inspected it. To her mild surprise, she found previous signs of hacking, likely the work of a foreign mole. It made little difference to her though, and before long Mila found the file containing the shipping manifests.

    “I’ve found it. Downloading the altered manifest now.”

    “Excellent. I want you to make one last change in the system. Specimen EX-DA-241: up its timetable for transfer to the lab. Make it within the next few hours if possible. I trust you to fabricate whatever authorization forms will be needed to make it seem legitimate.”

    Mila made her notations in the manifest to put the specimen on priority transfer. After confirming the manifest, she accessed the file listing the smaller Crate 170C and uploaded her own version in its place. Originally bound for the spaceport’s military engineering center, it’s new destination would be Warehouse K6, where an ALEPH transport was scheduled to ship it to the Dawn-01 Aplekton the next morning. Having ensured that the crate was now headed to the proper place, she used a virus to corrupt the server’s history in order to hide her actions. As a final touch, she instructed the virus to overwrite itself with a string of Yu Jing code she’d once had to expunge from another system.

    * * *
    To view this chapter in its entirety, check out the link below:
    https://interminablewriting.wordpress.com/2019/12/31/situation-infinity-cold-war-chapter-2-the-lab/
     
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