When gunshots are raining in the heart of a storm...
[Network//Locked to friends of him and/or Ranna]
Trothkin I have a grave announcement to make. We...are being overwhelmed. At least two regiments' worth of Siberian Railway forces have laid seige to the domes. They must have had secret factories. We have lost no mechs, but for each of ours, there are dozens of theirs and we are down to our last ammo, spare parts and replacement armor.
We...[He sounds tired and utterly ashamed as he says this.]...need your help. We are sending a dropship to dock with White Chalice which can bring you here within eight hours.
You will have our eternal gratitude and that of the people of the Domepoli. And a share of the isorla, of course.
[Action//Siberia, day five of the campaign//approximately two AM//locked to recipients of the above network post or this one]
That day, Railway Patrol silhouette engines had bubbled out of the hills, a metal swarm. They churned the snow as they came marching up in formation like Napoleonic soldiers.
Hurried conferences were made over the comms. The thin outer layer of mines Adette's people had planted around each domepoli concealed the fact that all the interior layers were nothing more than disturbed snow and hubcaps, but so far the Railway Patrol had bought it and funneled their silhouette engines through the narrow corridors were the Clan Wolf and Siberian rebel defenders waited. Soon they were strewn with destroyed sillhouette engines, smoking in the snow which had been turned to a muddy slush by the fighting.
The two sides would take potshots at each other for a while until the Railway Patrol would rush the defending positions, be destroyed, and the surviving units would try to rush back out of range. The Wolves would follow, but never far enough to be led away from the domepoli. For twenty four hours the defenders had no rest, for none of them could. Eager civilians risked their lives to bring them food, coffee and other, shadier ways of staying awake. The Railway Patrol meanwhile, with their far greater numbers, could afford to rotate their forces and replace combat damage. It was a war of attrition, and the defenders would break eventually. Even if it took three silhouette engines to even damage a defender, they could afford to pay the cost. Thus was the brutal calculation...
[OOC: Two groups, each will have their own seperate threads while they accomplish their mission. Here is a rough map of the domepoli. Dome Six had its dome stolen by the Railway in the last log. Domes 1, 2, 3 and 4 are under Railway control, the rest are in the hands of the rebels and Wolves. The domes are ranked in order from richest to poorest, with 1 being the richest.]
Trothkin I have a grave announcement to make. We...are being overwhelmed. At least two regiments' worth of Siberian Railway forces have laid seige to the domes. They must have had secret factories. We have lost no mechs, but for each of ours, there are dozens of theirs and we are down to our last ammo, spare parts and replacement armor.
We...[He sounds tired and utterly ashamed as he says this.]...need your help. We are sending a dropship to dock with White Chalice which can bring you here within eight hours.
You will have our eternal gratitude and that of the people of the Domepoli. And a share of the isorla, of course.
[Action//Siberia, day five of the campaign//approximately two AM//locked to recipients of the above network post or this one]
That day, Railway Patrol silhouette engines had bubbled out of the hills, a metal swarm. They churned the snow as they came marching up in formation like Napoleonic soldiers.
Hurried conferences were made over the comms. The thin outer layer of mines Adette's people had planted around each domepoli concealed the fact that all the interior layers were nothing more than disturbed snow and hubcaps, but so far the Railway Patrol had bought it and funneled their silhouette engines through the narrow corridors were the Clan Wolf and Siberian rebel defenders waited. Soon they were strewn with destroyed sillhouette engines, smoking in the snow which had been turned to a muddy slush by the fighting.
The two sides would take potshots at each other for a while until the Railway Patrol would rush the defending positions, be destroyed, and the surviving units would try to rush back out of range. The Wolves would follow, but never far enough to be led away from the domepoli. For twenty four hours the defenders had no rest, for none of them could. Eager civilians risked their lives to bring them food, coffee and other, shadier ways of staying awake. The Railway Patrol meanwhile, with their far greater numbers, could afford to rotate their forces and replace combat damage. It was a war of attrition, and the defenders would break eventually. Even if it took three silhouette engines to even damage a defender, they could afford to pay the cost. Thus was the brutal calculation...
[OOC: Two groups, each will have their own seperate threads while they accomplish their mission. Here is a rough map of the domepoli. Dome Six had its dome stolen by the Railway in the last log. Domes 1, 2, 3 and 4 are under Railway control, the rest are in the hands of the rebels and Wolves. The domes are ranked in order from richest to poorest, with 1 being the richest.]
