Operation: Downfall - Part One

Posted on Sun Jul 31st, 2022 @ 8:00am by Major Matthew "Monkman" Gideon & Fleet Captain Torilla Yamaguchi

Mission: Mission 115: The Pale-Fac'd Moon looks Bloody on the Earth
Location: Various Locations - Federation Battlegroup / New Halana
Timeline: 1730Hrs - November 13th, 2393

Yamaguchi smiled as she watched the reports coming in of the Halanian fleet's mass surrender as individual ships came to a half and announced their surrenders. Within minutes it was clear that the fight had ended for the orbital space, and the Federation had won. "General." she addressed the Federation marine commanding the invasion force over the com. The man also seriously outranked her. "It's your move. Thank you for your patience."

"No worries Admiral. Fine work." came the unexpected response. "All Marines, prepare for drop," he added after a moment.

Major Michael Monkman smiled as he sat down in his chair before he dogged the harnesses down over his upper torso, a moment later he locked himself down with the rest of the system. "Status marines?" he asked the troops surrounding him. They were off of the USS Hermes and they had their part to play in the coming battle.

"We're already back here skipper." came the response from one of his troopers, the voice was steady and calm.

Monkman smiled. "Pilot?"

"We're good skipper." The pilots responded as the comm beeped. "New Halana Orbital space is clear... Drop now! repeat. Drop Now!" came the orders over the com system.

The Pilot nodded as he launched the large drop ship he was flying when out of the bays of this carrier along with the other ships, several large formations of dropships began to emerge like a horde of angry bees that had come to protect their hive. Mixed in with them was a large Starfighter force.

Division Admiral Torilla Yamaguchi also was deploying her ships to screen the invasion force with her own ships, taking no chances. Yamaguchi ordered her ships to sweep aggressively, any Halanan ships that had been missed from earlier were to be dealt with quickly.

Major Monkman watched in silence as the two pilots did their expert work. The tall and thin human male smiled as he felt his gear digging into his back and shoulders, his weapons waiting to be used when suddenly his ship shook. "What was that?" one of the marines asked.

"Guys back there, the stick just got real heavy." the pilot commented as Monkman had a feeling of what was coming. "Don't try to land. Drop the ramp and toss everyone out," he commented. "Then save yourselves, fellas," he added.

"Aye Major." came the response.

Monkman knew that a para-drop over the capital city was not an option but it was no longer avoidable. "All marines, prepare for exfil out the back. Let's do this quick and quiet..."

The marines quickly got to their feet as they all quickly began to gear up outside, one could hear the explosions going off all around them. Monkman quickly secured his chute to his torso as he watched his marines do likewise. He then began checking them over. "You're good," he said to one. "Nope. Unsat. Guys help this guy with it." he said to a second, his personnel among the marines were doing likewise.

Monkman nodded, once everyone was ready. "Drop the ramp and we go out by threes. Drop our gear too." and with that, there was a loud hiss as the air pressure quickly dropped, the gentle hum inside became a deafening roar as the air was pulled out before the Marines began dropping away.

The large dropship suddenly shook as one of the pilots turned to her. "Major. We've been hit... get out now!" he turned. "I'll try and hold her steady... but I don't know... shit.." The pilot called. "The stick just got stupid. Major. Any time like!?" the pilot yelled. "This is transport Juliet Two Four, requesting emergency transport. Two to beam out," he commented over the com line, he said it as if he was ordering food from the lunch menu in the messhall.

Monkman turned. "Go go go!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, following his marines out the door. "Come on.!"

"No time Major... Go now!" The Ensign responded from the co-pilot's chair. "Kick their asses for us!" came the pilot's voice as the two were beamed away.

Monkman turned and jumped out of the transport, he was the last one who escaped alive as he watched the transport fly into a large enemy weapons nest, demolishing it. "Thank you.." Monkman said softly, he smiled as he knew he would be filling out medals for those two pilots.

"Marines. assemble on the deck." came a voice. "No sign of the Major or any of his guys... Looks like we're already leaderless." came the voice of one of his Captains.

Monkman had pulled his cord about five seconds after he had jumped out of the transport, he lifted his rifle off of his chest webbing. He smiled as he tapped her combadge. "Not quite Captain. You are not rid of me yet."

"Major. It's great to hear from you. We'll send someone to come get you." came the response. "Right now we're getting set to storm that facility."

"Be subtle guys." Monkman smiled. "Stick to the plan. We need to do this nice and quick... So be gentle and approach with caution. Nobody charges in..." he reminded his marines.