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“Harako-san, report!”
Nothing but static answered him. He shook his head in disgust.
“What is it now my annoying little punishment from Buddha? Are our
radio’s too dirty for your precious royal hands? Or perhaps you’re too
busy being nephew to a second cousin of the whatever it is you are to talk to a mere commoner like your commanding officer?” He didn’t dare key his microphone for that comment, as even though his blood was thinned by distance from the throne, he
DID have that most sacred of family names, and Cho-sa Ichero Sanchez wasn’t even full blooded Asian.
No, such disrespect to a Kurita, even one as stupid and worthless as his newest Panther pilot could not fail to go unpunished. So he cursed to himself in a curious mix of Spanish and traditional Japanese.
“First I have to prove myself the equal of the best Asian in my class just to get considered for command of a lance, when anyone with any level of skill is leading
companies. Then I draw bar-none the worst unit in the entire Combine, one so foul that even the Legion of Vega has separated it from it’s chain of command. Then I get stuck with this perverted buffoon out of some rear-echelon’s idea of sick nepotism. If anyone
else had been caught doing what he’d done, they’d be beaten and skinned in the public square. Him, he’s shuffled off to the military, issued a mech that should have gone to someone
much more deserving, and handed to ME for “babysitting”. Surely I must have committed some ill in another life to have deserved this, because I cannot think of anything in this one…”
For the fifteenth time today he looked at the bronze Buddha welded to the “dash” of his mechs cockpit. It was against all regulations to have something like that, aside from the safety concerns should it break loose, the state religion was worship to the Coordinator, not that of the teachings of a six thousand year old pudgy bald man of peace.
“Well, at least YOU cannot leave me my friend, I welded your fat ass into place myself. You may be as silent as our worthless friend to the east, but somehow I feel that you are of substantially more value to me.”
The bronze idol said nothing and Ichero turned his attention to the c3 readout display.
The combine had been working for a long time at integrating the communications and sensor data from its units into something that could be shared with superiors in comfortable rear-based positions. It stemmed from their inherent mistrust of their own subordinates. They had reached a limited degree of success, allowing for video feeds and
basic sensor data being relayed, but the usefulness of such data was dubious at best. First and foremost the system crammed too much data into a compressed feed. It took huge computers to even make sense of it, let alone sort it out into something easily understood. Current computer technology just couldn’t handle it.
But that didn’t stop the Combine from trying. No, all mechs had to be kept up to date with the latest attempt at LiveFeed technology. Ichero secretly liked the idea, as it gave him the limited ability to “see” what his other units could see, if only while totally stationary and totally focused on the system.
“Lets see that we can see…”
He turned the unit on and switched over to Harako’s frequency. Odd, there was no feed. No, that’s not true, the feed was coming through just fine, but the visible spectrum and camera sensor data was totally blank. Black as night. Switching over to Radar gave him a white screen, as if someone had covered the dome in thick layers of sheet metal.
“Has to be a malfunction.” Easily enough checked, if Harako would just answer his damn radio… He knew what to do, he’d raise Kenada’s Hunchback and have him detour north from the river. That fat slob was late checking in anyway, probably finished his check and climbed out to do a little fishing. Son of a fisherman was always complaining about the foulness of their rations, he wouldn’t miss a chance to…
Odd, Keneda’s Hunchback was giving him a weird reading. Like it was standing on a cliff looking out over… No, a check of the artificial horizon indicator showed him the trugh, the mech wasn’t on a cliff, the mech was on it’s back! And the Radar confirmed it. Why the hell…?
“Keneda, what are you doing? Do you need assistance?”
Stupid of him, with the LiveFeed engaged, his cockpit decrypter was too busy with the signal feed to decrypt voice feeds. That explained the absence of communications from his unit, he hadn’t deactivated it since his last check of them, his entire command could be radioing for him for the last hour and he wouldn’t even have known…
He put the Livefeed into standby and instantly his radio sprang to life.
“… Keneda-san! Harako-san! Ichero-Sama! Is anyone OUT THERE!”
It was Hoshi. He’d forgotten about Hoshi. He was supposed to be playing babysitter for the infantry in his Vulcan, but have been pulled away by some odd readings outside the ravine. Ichero knew they were just sensor ghosts, the last pilot of that mech had reported the same problems, and earned an execution for his troubles by countermanding a superior when he said it hadn’t been repaired. But it was always better to be safe than sorry, so he’d authorized Hoshi to break off and reconnoiter the area… That was almost an hour ago too.
“Problems with the LiveFeed system again. I think I have them fixed, Status report.”
“Sir, there has been a terrible accident, a landslide has buried the infantry company, including the XO!”
Ichero instantly felt the sting of that comment, as a mech pilot he should have rated command of this assignment, but the infantry commander had him outranked, and was pure Japanese blood. So that had ended the discussion.
“An accident? Well dig them out. Oh that’s right, you don’t have arms. Help them pull themselves out as best as you are able, I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
“Sir, you fail to understand. Er… I failed to explain it properly… I apologize for not being more clear, but they are buried under almost thirty meters of earth, the entire side of the ravine just swallowed them up! Their Wideband communications arrays are barely penetrating the earth, and I’m right over them!”
Well that explained why the XO wasn’t the one on the radio getting on his case. This was a disaster of the highest magnitude. For the first time in months he was glad he wasn’t in command. The blame for this would be placed firmly on the XO’s shoulders.
“All units on grid, Please respond.”
“That’s the other problem sir, Kenada-san and Harako-san are not responding to their radio’s. Both reported in as usual, and when you failed to answer continued on mission after reporting your apparent equipment failure to the XO. I was en route to you when…”
“Never mind that now, you say the other mechs are not responding to communications, and over a third of our force is buried alive. This is no accident. We’re under attack.”
“But sir, we have yet to report a single shot fired, and sensor sweeps by the Dropship as we passed overhead failed to detect anything resembling mechs, except for tha area around the mines, and you yourself are between us and there. I agree that there has been a disproportionate level of mishaps, but even so, if there was a battle, surely we’d know it, correct? So how can we be under attack?”
Hoshi was slow to catch on to anything that didn’t fall directly into his training. He was a competent if not particularly bright soldier who had earned assignment to the unit because he had been set up as the fallguy for someone else in his old unit. They managed to pull off a huge theft, and he was left quite literally holding the bag. He was exonerated for the crime, but not for his stupidity, so he was shipped off here. Ichero usually took pity on the lout, but not today.
“Mechwarrior are you questioning the opinions of a superior officer? Because if so, as the current commander of this operation I will see you hung for such insolence”
“No
sir I was just…”
Ichero cut him off, he didn’t have time for protocol at this moment. “Silence, you may yet see redemption in my eyes, form up on me at grid GG-90. Be there in fifteen minutes, we’ll form up together and sweep as a team.”
“But what of the XO?”
“Neither of our mechs can dig him out. We’ll see if we can get either of our lost comrades to use their mechs arm-actuators to dig, or if not, we can form a press-gang in that town by the mines. Either way, they aren’t exactly
going anywhere, now are they?”
“Yes sir, I’ll just pass the…”
“You will do nothing of the sort. I am instituting a communications blackout on your end, keep the channel open, our friends might try to contact us, and we wouldn’t want to interfere with that…”
“No Sir”