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  • Post-Enemy-Encounter Debrief Report of Lieutenant Jasper Curveclaws

    48th Infantry Regiment of House Kass, under the command of Captain Stiller

    Apurril 30th, 1749


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    From the beginning, ma’am?  Sure.  The 48th was under orders to escort a relief unit from Kass Mega City to Garvercity, what should have been a simple resupply run.  We were to join the Garver armed forces, as word from the top was they’d be expecting Thornies–uh, excuse me, Bramble Claw enemy combatants, ma’am–to approach the city.  Captain Stiller had the command.


    Is this thing recording?  Good, because I want this on the record.  We always used to make fun of the old grey-fur and his battle drills.  Did you know he runs strategy games round the clock, even in his spare time?  So, we always thought he was a little behind the times, you know?  Well–and this is on the record, mind–we were all idiots.


    Normally the march between Kass and Garvercity takes 3 days, but in a loaded column with a supply train, the travel time doubles.  Feels slower than frozen hydrolube in a dead nuclear battery, if you’ll pardon the expression, ma’am.


    While we approached Garver, we knew the Bramble Claw army hadn’t reached it yet from the opposite side, so we became confident, and I want it on the record, on the record, ma’am, that I, Lieutenant Jasper Curveclaws of the 48th, have spent the last four days thanking the Three Houses and Rah himself that Captain Stiller is a stickler for protocol and travel discipline.


    First night out, the supply vehicles were ambushed.  Eight Stormcats.  Four of them came from the right at first, and shot to disable the vehicles.  We bunkered down and returned fire, and it became pretty obvious that their hulls were outclassed by the ordnance we were packing.  We thought it was easy takings, but at the first shots, Cap–that is, Captain Stiller–was on the comms for emergency air-support.


    While the guards focused on the frontal fire, the other four Stormies unexpectedly attacked from the other side, catching the infantry by surprise and devastating the rearguard.  Seems they made use of the utility-mech-sized maintenance elevators in the area to travel undetected below us, using the tunnels and wiring down there to disguise their signals. The boys and girls in the back didn’t even get the chance to return fire, and we would have lost them if Cap hadn’t anticipated the move and already maneuvered to close the circle.


    That was when the relief squadrons showed up and drove the Stormies back into a fighting retreat. I didn’t see any of that, mind you, but I saw the scout vehicles the next morning. Entire sheets of armor were blown off from repeated cannon fire. If the captain hadn’t made the call early, the train would have been hairballed, right there and then.


    Second day, they attacked again. This time, they went after our forward scouts, trying to blind us, but Cap was wise to their tricks, and he’d sent the scouts out in pairs.  One of my corporals would have bit the dust that day if his partner hadn’t had her finger on that trigger.  We wanted to pursue, but Captain Stiller held us back and kept us moving as a unit.


    Two days later came the direct assault, and we figured out quick that the Thornies were done with simple skirmishing.


    I don’t know how many hours it took us to fight through the horde that descended on us.  When we finally crested the last rise and made visual contact with Garvercity, we were completely dumbfounded. The Stormcat mechas had been harassing us, but we knew that in a direct confrontation our Omegamech were more powerful. The consensus was that they diverted most of their mecha to stop us from reaching a defensible position, which would make the siege unwinnable for them, and hope was among the unit that once we were through the force, we’d be home free.


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