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Falling Apart - Victoria Knight - 05-15-2020
827-05-15: Marshall Station - Separatist Headquarters, Bering
She was watching over the main assembly hall. A dangerous luxury few installations afforded but ones that valued their military traditions. Her speech was over, the room empty, her hands firmly gripping the metal handbar of the small raised platform. Maybe this was her last speech. The pilots she'd spoken to were getting ready to launch and fight back the greatest threat they'd faced ever since their insurgency nearly four years ago. She closed her eyes and exhaled, heavily. Then stood up straight and left through corridors that were being disassembled. Their whole operation being taken apart. And she didn't know how much longer she'd hold herself together either.
Her command stuff had wanted her to leave. To evacuate. But she'd decided that she wouldn't run this time. Their history was one of constant retreats. This certainly took its toll on the morale of the men and women under her command. And while she wouldn't be so reckless to go into combat herself, she'd be well visible here, commanding as close as she could reasonably get.
Usually she pushed the thoughts of how it could all come to this aside. Her own comrades not only assaulted but tried to murder her and her personnel. They repeatedly struck them like they hadn't once fought side by side. Her family had denounced her as she'd eventually found out. The few friends she'd managed to keep had faded away. She hadn't heard from most of them in months. All that was left was the struggle to keep her people alive and to push the Navy back. A fight that has become her only meaning in life now and she looked toward the coming days with no despair or hatred as this was all that kept her alive.
There could be no failure now or everything would fall apart. She would fall apart.
Her command stuff had wanted her to leave. To evacuate. But she'd decided that she wouldn't run this time. Their history was one of constant retreats. This certainly took its toll on the morale of the men and women under her command. And while she wouldn't be so reckless to go into combat herself, she'd be well visible here, commanding as close as she could reasonably get.
Usually she pushed the thoughts of how it could all come to this aside. Her own comrades not only assaulted but tried to murder her and her personnel. They repeatedly struck them like they hadn't once fought side by side. Her family had denounced her as she'd eventually found out. The few friends she'd managed to keep had faded away. She hadn't heard from most of them in months. All that was left was the struggle to keep her people alive and to push the Navy back. A fight that has become her only meaning in life now and she looked toward the coming days with no despair or hatred as this was all that kept her alive.
There could be no failure now or everything would fall apart. She would fall apart.
RE: Falling Apart - Victoria Knight - 05-16-2020
827-05-16: Marshall Station - Separatist Headquarters, Bering
She was ripped out of an uneasy sleep by sirens. Rapidly getting up and out of bed she slowly recognized the frequency of the alarm as one for an on station alert. Had the installation been breached? An accident? She was still buttoning up her uniform jacket when the alarm for the door rang. She made sure her handgun was where it ought to be and opened the door to her apartment.
One of her lieutenants was at the door with a team of naval infantry. After saluting he updated her on the situation, LSF had infiltrated the station by means of one of the contracted supply craft. It wasn't quite clear if it had been the civilians at Bristol Station or the Junkers nor if they'd even known. What was clear is that the LSF team quickly breached through, with knowledge of a direct way, toward the reactor. Wearing the same uniform and equipment they weren't stopped until they reached the restricted area of Marshall Station.
Yesterday's combat operation had served as an excellent distraction allowing supply craft to exit and arrive but it appears like the LSF hadn't been part of the forward forces. Something they should have considered. Suppressing the urge to swear in front of her men she finally followed them. She'd not be able to justify staying within Bering any longer. While they made their way to one of the hangars, they kept receiving combat updates. Troops were managing to keep the LSF out of the main reactor rooms and slowly pushed them out. Her feeling of relief though wouldn't last long when the whole installation was shaken by an explosion.
Finding herself on the ground and slowly getting up she stared at the barely holding gate of the hangar bay before them. Someone dragged her away into the next bay bringing her up and into the cockpit of a Guardian class fighter. Shaken she slowly went through the process that she'd been trained on, starting and preparing the vessel for emergency launch. Someone explained to her that the ship the LSF strike team was on had been detonated when their mission wasn't successful.
She launched out into space aboard the small craft, leaving the dismantled and mangled Marshall behind her.
One of her lieutenants was at the door with a team of naval infantry. After saluting he updated her on the situation, LSF had infiltrated the station by means of one of the contracted supply craft. It wasn't quite clear if it had been the civilians at Bristol Station or the Junkers nor if they'd even known. What was clear is that the LSF team quickly breached through, with knowledge of a direct way, toward the reactor. Wearing the same uniform and equipment they weren't stopped until they reached the restricted area of Marshall Station.
Yesterday's combat operation had served as an excellent distraction allowing supply craft to exit and arrive but it appears like the LSF hadn't been part of the forward forces. Something they should have considered. Suppressing the urge to swear in front of her men she finally followed them. She'd not be able to justify staying within Bering any longer. While they made their way to one of the hangars, they kept receiving combat updates. Troops were managing to keep the LSF out of the main reactor rooms and slowly pushed them out. Her feeling of relief though wouldn't last long when the whole installation was shaken by an explosion.
Finding herself on the ground and slowly getting up she stared at the barely holding gate of the hangar bay before them. Someone dragged her away into the next bay bringing her up and into the cockpit of a Guardian class fighter. Shaken she slowly went through the process that she'd been trained on, starting and preparing the vessel for emergency launch. Someone explained to her that the ship the LSF strike team was on had been detonated when their mission wasn't successful.
She launched out into space aboard the small craft, leaving the dismantled and mangled Marshall behind her.
RE: Falling Apart - Victoria Knight - 06-05-2020
827-05-26: Galveston Station - Separatist Outpost, Texas
Ships had started to arrive. Desperate tension was noticable among all station crew as well as the arriving ones from the supply craft. By now many of the bigger station parts were arriving though the ships started to show signs of combat. Reports were telling of Navy intercepting shipments while her own forces and the Legion's craft fought them head on. Xenos were running some interference for the ships and the support was overwhelmingly positive. Yet she didn't feel any of this. Their operation was falling apart. People were dying in the field against and enemy that shouldn't even be one.
Still estimations were that a week of this was enough. A week that felt like it could bring the end of her people. There was still equipment and personnel to evacuate if they wanted a chance to keep going. And within Bering, the Concord's fleet could finally be dealt more damage than they took. Preparations were made for further combat ops. And later today there would be a remote meeting with the Commonwealth, essentially begging for them to clear up more Legion forces to assist.
The situation was in no way sustainable. But it was just a week to keep them from falling apart.
Still estimations were that a week of this was enough. A week that felt like it could bring the end of her people. There was still equipment and personnel to evacuate if they wanted a chance to keep going. And within Bering, the Concord's fleet could finally be dealt more damage than they took. Preparations were made for further combat ops. And later today there would be a remote meeting with the Commonwealth, essentially begging for them to clear up more Legion forces to assist.
The situation was in no way sustainable. But it was just a week to keep them from falling apart.
RE: Falling Apart - Victoria Knight - 06-05-2020
827-06-02: Battleship Harmony - Separatist Battleship, California
Yesterday had been the first day since the Navy's betrayal that she'd been furious. Vice Admiral Hunter was presumed dead in combat, Admiral Linford was MIA. Multiple ship's crew was lost or in transit to be treated. And all of it because the cowardly Commonwealth had refused to clear up the remaining forces. Though her response would've still been considered mild in comparison to what creative swearing she heard from the Legion's commander in the field.
The Bering forces had been defeated or retreated and the evac procedures had been a success. One thing less for her to worry while she was standing on the Harmony's bridge. The ships captain was just ordering the combined fleet to enter the ice cloud shrouding Willard Station. While she had not been serving on the vessel during the beginnings of the Nomad War in 800, the irony was not lost on her. The Harmony had nearly succumbed to Rheinland bombers in defense of Willard. Now it was leading an attack group that would spell disaster for the now less protected station.
It was only when parts of the installation shattered when they surrendered. Defenses powered down, Naval infantry raided the installation for what was valuable for the movement. It was difficult to keep them in check after what had happened to their comrades by the Navy. Still they couldn't linger. With the Legion and Separatist forces united they couldn't afford falling apart here.
So it was around the defeated installation that the order was sent, signed by her and now Admiral West, to disband the Commonwealth and unite the Legion and Separatist forces under the Insurgency's banner. A just uprising that could not avoid violent resistance against Liberty's oppression. And so the Harmony left the Research Station Willard behind once more.
The Bering forces had been defeated or retreated and the evac procedures had been a success. One thing less for her to worry while she was standing on the Harmony's bridge. The ships captain was just ordering the combined fleet to enter the ice cloud shrouding Willard Station. While she had not been serving on the vessel during the beginnings of the Nomad War in 800, the irony was not lost on her. The Harmony had nearly succumbed to Rheinland bombers in defense of Willard. Now it was leading an attack group that would spell disaster for the now less protected station.
It was only when parts of the installation shattered when they surrendered. Defenses powered down, Naval infantry raided the installation for what was valuable for the movement. It was difficult to keep them in check after what had happened to their comrades by the Navy. Still they couldn't linger. With the Legion and Separatist forces united they couldn't afford falling apart here.
So it was around the defeated installation that the order was sent, signed by her and now Admiral West, to disband the Commonwealth and unite the Legion and Separatist forces under the Insurgency's banner. A just uprising that could not avoid violent resistance against Liberty's oppression. And so the Harmony left the Research Station Willard behind once more.
RE: Falling Apart - Victoria Knight - 06-05-2020
827-06-09: Planet Veracruz - Insurgency World, Vespucci
The Harmony had arrived in Vespucci together with the entire fleet of Insurgency aligned ships. It was anticipated to encounter no resistance as the Commonwealth aligned forces were severely outnumbered. And yet they were greeted with gunfire. Some wreckage indicated infighting and when their ships started to turn their weaponry toward her fleet, she gave the order. It felt harsh, wrong but there was no other choice. The Commonwealth fell before its own military in disgusting irony she would struggle with for the following months.
As the Insurgency forces began to secure the area, she was being brought onto the planet. The Legions headquarters locally already secured by her own personnel. Plans were made, responsibilities defined, reports given. There would be many weeks of meetings and talks that she didn't look forward to. Though eventually she was driven to her new home. Workers were just done cleaning up and repairing. What exactly happened there she wasn't told and she wouldn't ask.
It appeared to be the house of a former Commonwealth official. It was way too big for her tastes, though in the meantime someone had decided that this was a requirement. Once she was familiar with it she stood on the balcony overlooking the plains of the fledgeling colony. And for the first time in four years she allowed herself to break down. Standing there, holding onto the railing cursing their fate quietly but also feeling relieved, standing on actual ground, in relative safety for her people. And just like that things didn't seem to be falling apart anymore.
As the Insurgency forces began to secure the area, she was being brought onto the planet. The Legions headquarters locally already secured by her own personnel. Plans were made, responsibilities defined, reports given. There would be many weeks of meetings and talks that she didn't look forward to. Though eventually she was driven to her new home. Workers were just done cleaning up and repairing. What exactly happened there she wasn't told and she wouldn't ask.
It appeared to be the house of a former Commonwealth official. It was way too big for her tastes, though in the meantime someone had decided that this was a requirement. Once she was familiar with it she stood on the balcony overlooking the plains of the fledgeling colony. And for the first time in four years she allowed herself to break down. Standing there, holding onto the railing cursing their fate quietly but also feeling relieved, standing on actual ground, in relative safety for her people. And just like that things didn't seem to be falling apart anymore.