The terrain grew in danger as they flew through the homogenous blade's edge mountains to Barterus. The pilots took circuitous routes at times, expertly avoiding any obviously fixed gun emplacements. It was impossible to predict where an enemy force could hide in this terrain, but the mercenary pilots had the experience needed to weave around the most obvious dangers.
They suddenly came away from the mountains within an hour or two after launch. Barterus sat, a squat little city around an oasis of life. A forest spread on two sides of a sizeable coursing river running through the settlement, adjacent to their approach. The dominant structures of the city chugged smoke into the air through giant stacks. If, above all else, there was a place sacred to the Rattataki, Barterus' weapons factories are it. They act as a quasi-religious company, neutral to all planetary affairs so long as they are free to sell and produce their highly experimental, and most likely highly illegal on the broader galaxy, weaponry.
Do not screw with those factories.
It would be a tremendous tactical success to cripple them, Kat thought. Denying your enemy their production is a thing that wins wars, and she would plant the bombs herself if she weren't painfully aware of how that would instantly turn all of Rattatak against her.
So, they must rely on symbols. To her eyes, the 'palace' of Barterus is a meager thing. She was sure she could build a better building in her sleep, and she would when this was all over. Still, it was a millennia-old building that has been maintained reverently, repaired after uncountable assaults, and the thousands of times it has changed hands.
Now would be no different. The defenders who remained in Barterus would fall back there, as it doubled as a fortress should the need arise. Kat fully anticipated the defenders, having been told they were coming and for them to have prepared a defense after they flew directly over the enemy army.
As they flew over the city, flashes of blaster canons lit the air. They made up for their relative sparsity with the extreme precision of expert gunnery crews. The ships jerk, and one to the starboard caught flame and fell hard into the city, ramming their way through buildings. "We need to set down!" The pilot yelled, twitching his control stick to evade incoming fire.
"Do it!" Kat barked before punching the command communications. "Everyone set down; we make the rest of the fight on foot!" She ordered, and the ships descended. She could only hope they could gain control of the city before the enemy returned and hold it until their own greater army crossed the mountains.
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They suddenly came away from the mountains within an hour or two after launch. Barterus sat, a squat little city around an oasis of life. A forest spread on two sides of a sizeable coursing river running through the settlement, adjacent to their approach. The dominant structures of the city chugged smoke into the air through giant stacks. If, above all else, there was a place sacred to the Rattataki, Barterus' weapons factories are it. They act as a quasi-religious company, neutral to all planetary affairs so long as they are free to sell and produce their highly experimental, and most likely highly illegal on the broader galaxy, weaponry.
Do not screw with those factories.
It would be a tremendous tactical success to cripple them, Kat thought. Denying your enemy their production is a thing that wins wars, and she would plant the bombs herself if she weren't painfully aware of how that would instantly turn all of Rattatak against her.
So, they must rely on symbols. To her eyes, the 'palace' of Barterus is a meager thing. She was sure she could build a better building in her sleep, and she would when this was all over. Still, it was a millennia-old building that has been maintained reverently, repaired after uncountable assaults, and the thousands of times it has changed hands.
Now would be no different. The defenders who remained in Barterus would fall back there, as it doubled as a fortress should the need arise. Kat fully anticipated the defenders, having been told they were coming and for them to have prepared a defense after they flew directly over the enemy army.
As they flew over the city, flashes of blaster canons lit the air. They made up for their relative sparsity with the extreme precision of expert gunnery crews. The ships jerk, and one to the starboard caught flame and fell hard into the city, ramming their way through buildings. "We need to set down!" The pilot yelled, twitching his control stick to evade incoming fire.
"Do it!" Kat barked before punching the command communications. "Everyone set down; we make the rest of the fight on foot!" She ordered, and the ships descended. She could only hope they could gain control of the city before the enemy returned and hold it until their own greater army crossed the mountains.
@LadyRen