Battle for Proxima

by Michael G. Thomas

  “This is just the background for the operation. Admiral Jarvis and the Fleet will be taking care of the action in space. What is of more importance to you, is what you will be doing. We are due to arrive at the planet in…” he looked at his watch, “ fifty-four minutes and you will have your work cut out for you.”

  He paused, for what seemed like effect, until a group of three marines walked in and brought him a datapad. The entire room waited as he read the data before handing it back. They saluted and quickly left the hall.

  “Admiral Jarvis has sent us an update. The Fleet is already heavily engaged and keeping enemy forces occupied. The vanguard has smashed through the scouts and is heading towards the enemy fleet as we speak. The Crusader is doing what she does best, getting into the middle of the enemy and tearing the guts out of them. The Admiral says they have already broken though a light rear-guard and destroyed a captured War Barge.”

  A cheer ran out through the hall, the echo bouncing sharply from the walls. War Barges were an old class of ship dating back to the Great War and were now just used as a defence platform. They were slow and crude by modern standards, but very well armoured and equipped with massed arrays of conventional artillery and missiles.

  The room quietened as Blake continued.

  “General Rivers has assessed the situation from his close vantage point with the vanguard. He has organised a complex and aggressive operation to quickly take control of Euryale. We have substantial forces available for this task. As well as the 5th we have two battalions of marines on board the Santa Maria and the Bunker Hill. Army support includes nine full infantry battalions, along with their strike planes and heavy armour. This gives us a combined force of over twelve thousand marines and soldiers. More are on the way form Prometheus that will add another eight battalions, as well as our new bio-engineered friends.”

  He indicated towards Major Howard who was stood, waiting patiently for the Colonel to finish his introduction.

  “Sir.”

  The Major then turned to the assembled officers. He wore his dress uniform, resplendent with medals and carrying his service sword on his belt. The weapon was an anachronism from centuries earlier, but it was a tradition held in high regard in the Navy and Marine Corps.

  “As you might expect, as the best in the Fleet, we will be taking on the hardest mission. The 5th will lead and the rest will follow. I expect every man and woman to do the Battalion and the Confederacy proud in the next hours.”

  He turned to the map that was still showing the layout and disposition of enemy forces around the city and spaceport.

  “The basic plan is simple. The main force, consisting of most of our marines, will land and engage enemy forces at the spaceport on the surface. This will immediately halt the arrival of further reinforcements for the enemy. Once fully engaged, a secondary assault will be attempted to force entry into the city that is located over fifty kilometres from the spaceport. The 5th will be spearheading the assault onto the surface and will be closely followed by supporting units. Alpha, Bravo and Charlie companies will be landing at the primary spaceport on the surface. It has already sustained damage and there is fighting ongoing. Marine detachments from the Santa Cruz and Santa Maria will provide support for this part of the operation. Bunker Hill will stay in reserve as will most of the regular Army units.”

  He paused deliberately, knowing that the rivalry between the Army and Marines would simply force them both to try and outperform each other.

  “I will be leading this part of the assault and we can expect heavy and bloody resistance. The Army will follow us in, as and when we need them and their heavy equipment.”

  The maps moved in even closer to show parts of the city, ruined roads and several destroyed railway lines. The planet was clearly inhabited and had a well-established road and mass transmit system.

  “It is no accident the Union selected Euryale as the first step in their final conquest of Proxima. It is lightly protected and of more use to us than them. Remember, it is their intention to enslave every man, woman and child in the Confederacy. They already occupy the most populous colonies in Proxima Centauri. We need Euryale. We need the colony, its people and most of all, we need to prove that the Confederacy has the right to lead in this Sector. Euryale must not fall!”

  He tapped a key and the map adjusted to show the spaceport and the city of Oenopion. A series of rail tracks and highways linked the two together. A large number of black marks and smoke trails showed that significant fighting must have already taken place in the last few hours.

  “Fifty kilometres from the spaceport, the city of Oenopion has already been penetrated by lead elements of the enemy. Scans show a number of armoured vehicles destroyed or burning on the surface. Troops are being landed in their hundreds and then travelling to the city where they are forcing their way inside. The surface of Euryale is unfriendly at best and downright dangerous when it gets bad. Visibility is poor and there are frequent storms and strong winds. This is one of the main reasons for so much of the city being below the surface. We can assume the underground entrances, through the elevators and tunnels, will already be blocked and defended by Union troops. Especially, as they know we are here. They will not want us breaking through their lines. A frontal assault by marines or army units would be suicidal under the circumstances. The operation to take the city will be led by none other than Captain Daniels and the newly founded Vanguard Company. There is limited space to land and very heavy resistance is expected. It will be a tough first assignment for the company.”

  He turned to Captain Daniels who waited patiently to the side. Spartan watched carefully as he moved to the middle. Captain Daniels was the youngest and most junior officer present at the front of the hall. First, he turned to the commanding officers.

  “Thank you for giving my company the honour of leading this attack. I know there are some who doubt the wisdom of spending such time and resources on the unit, but this is the situation for which they were created. With the thickest armour and the best close quarter combat marines in the battalion, I firmly believe there isn’t a wall we cannot penetrate.”

  He then looked out to the marines in the hall.

  “The Vanguard Company will land fifteen minutes after the primary assault on the spaceport. That attack should draw away sufficient firepower to get the heavy armour onto the ground. Once the Vanguards have obtained access to the city, additional forces from Force Recon and the Combat Engineers with the CES armour will follow to clear their way inside. The chosen landing zone is a partially ruined retail area on the northern side of the city. It has the widest tunnel leading below the surface and is the weakest defensive structure within the city limits.”

  The Colonel nodded in agreement and then indicated he wanted to speak further.

  “Strike aircraft from the Wasp and Ark Royal will lead the Vanguards in and perform two sweeps of the area. The landing will take place within sixty seconds of the strafing runs to give you the element of surprise. We are talking about the ultimate expression of shock and awe here. For this part of the operation, as with the spaceport, the Bunker Hill and the Army regulars will wait in reserve. They will not be landed until we have the spaceport secure, so we can land the big birds. Oenopion is accessible by landing craft and shuttles only. Marine and Army transports need the spaceport.”

  He zoomed out on the map again to show the planet and the on-going space battle.

  “We don’t have long. Euryale is just hours from disaster. Remember, we hit the ground running, just like always. Marines hit the spaceport and cut off the enemy supply line. The Vanguards smash into Oenopion and destroy any potential air defences. Then they break into the city and link up with the defenders. Assuming we are successful, follow-up waves of marines will flood the colony with Army support if needed. Any questions?”

  A flurry of hands went up, some from the senior officers but a few from the lower ranks. Spartan also raised his hand.

  “Yes?” sa
id the Colonel, pointing to Spartan.

  “Sir. The amount of ground to cover is substantial. Should the Army, with its greater manpower, be used against the spaceport and our entire battalion used together against the city?”

  “Lieutenant, isn’t it?”

  Spartan nodded.

  “The plan is already in motion. The spaceport is the main landing zone for armour, heavy equipment and the internal transportation system for the surface of the planet. In approximately ninety minutes, the enemy will be able to push out and secure the city, cutting us off completely from the people underground. If we do not hit the spaceport quickly, we will never get to them. Ideally you are correct, we would hit one or the other first. Time isn’t on our side, we need our best forces in two places at once. As of now, there is no way inside without fighting our way in. That’s where your company comes in, Captain,” he answered and looked over to Captain Daniels at the same time.

  “You will hit the city with a small, but powerful force. They are no more access points to the city that we can use, other than by directly landing in the urban sections. Once you are underground, you can expect to find your space is limited. There will be little room for manoeuvre. It will be a killing ground for regular infantry but your armour should give us a chance to break in.”

  Captain Hobbs, who until now had been silent, lifted her hand.

  “Sir. Is there no access from the spaceport? Can’t we just land everything there and then fight our way underground? There must be tunnels or underground subways from the transportation hub connected to the spaceport?”

  Major Howard took the question.

  “No, there is nothing usable. We have checked our tactical data and also orbital imagery, there are no underground routes to the city. There are plans and some construction work underway on a rail system, but it extends only one-fifth the way to the city do far. There is simply nothing under the spaceport but rock and ore. It is designed this way to keep spacecraft, supplies and dangerous materials away from the access points of the city. In this case, it is the only reason the enemy hasn’t already secured the planet. We have to neutralise it though, as they are landing heavy weapons and equipment at this point, as well as scores of transports with ground troops.”

  Spartan lifted his hand once more and he instantly spotted the look of frustration on Major Howard’s face.

  “Yes, Lieutenant.”

  “Any intelligence on numbers?”

  “Your company commanders have already received data on the specifics. Overall, we estimate over ten thousand troops on the surface, including an unknown number of Biomechs of different models. We have also detected armour from colonial armouries, including tracked vehicles. Check your datapads with your commanders for specifics.”

  No more hands went up and the mood in the room was electric. The operation wasn’t just an infantry landing, it was a massive combined arms operation and for many of them, bigger than anything they had ever seen. The Lieutenant Colonel nodded to Major Howard to end the briefing.

  “Good. I’m sure your units will all perform admirably and in the way I would expect any marine to conduct himself. Remember, every combat operation conducted is fluid. Force disposition and resources change, but always remember the goal. Maintenance of the aim is critical. Spaceport and city are the twin objectives. Both are to be secured quickly and efficiently. Improvise and overcome, so we achieve our objectives with the minimum losses to our forces and the civilians. We expect reinforcements with the Vengeance battlegroup to be with us in less than thirty hours. If all goes well, they will just be needed to help mop up. Good hunting, people!”

  * * *

  “Damage report!” shouted Commander Andrews from his position deep inside the CiC. The ship shuddered from another massed barrage of cannon shells that slammed hard into her armoured flank. Though the vessel was of considerable bulk, it was possible to feel the impacts this far inside the ship. The tactical officer called over from his seated position.

  “Sir. We’ve sustained light damage to the starboard flank. One weapons battery out of action. The ablative layers have sustained minor damage. No hull breaches reported, Sir.”

  Commander Andrews pulled down his intercom from the mount on the wall.

  “This is the XO of Crusader. I need frigates to screen our flanks, fast!”

  A flurry of confirmations came back from the myriad of smaller vessels that swarmed the capital ships like flies.

  “Admiral. We’re within range of the main guns of the enemy. Shall we return fire?”

  At the back of the CiC, looking like a skulking cat, Admiral Jarvis stood, flanked by two marine guards.

  “Negative, hold your fire and proceed to the target.”

  “Aye, Sir.”

  Admiral Jarvis looked back to the tactical map of Euryale and the many ships circling the planet. Around it, and also in a large group a distance from the planet, were a series of icons representing the enemy forces. On one of the screens was a direct video feed from the Bunker Hill, the largest of the three marine transports.

  “Are you sure about this?” asked the General.

  “Which part of the plan?”

  General Rivers selected a section of the map and highlighted it on her screen. It showed the largest group of ships representing the bulk of the enemy capital ships and a large number of troops transports.

  “Here. From what I can see, you are sending the first wave of our forces, eight capital ships and nearly thirty escorts, up against two-dozen warships and transports plus an unknown number of escorts. Wouldn’t it be better to move to the planet and hold them off while my ground forces land.”

  “No. We need to keep the big guns off your Assault Division as long as possible. You only have seven military transports with their twelve battalions of troops, in place. It is barely enough for the job they have. I cannot afford to risk your men, General. One false move on my part and we will lose the best trained and equipped ground forces in the whole of Proxima. Twelve thousand men doesn’t sound a lot, until you no longer have them.”

  She zoomed back out on the map to the front of the Confed Fleet, specifically two green columns of warships containing most of the capital ships.

  “As planned, my primary force is advancing in two groups, Crusader leading the first column and Rear Admiral Churchill with the Royal Oak, leading the second. That gives us a total of five armoured cruisers, one assault cruiser and the Crusader. We also have three squadrons of heavy frigates and a dozen destroyers in the attack. The gunboats and fighters of the Wasp and Royal Oak will help as a missile screen and provide torpedo fire support. Our force is sufficiently powerful that they will have to face us or risk annihilation by splitting up.”

  “I agree. It is a formidable force, but what of the enemy? I am not sure I have seen these vessels before. If you hit trouble, my troops will have no defence against a counter-attack.”

  “General, if my ships can’t hold them off, then we are well and truly finished anyway. This is all we have!”

  She brought up several screens showing the schematics and disposition of the enemy vessels ahead. The ships contained some similarities to the vessels in the Confederation Fleet but there were some marked differences, the first being their colour scheme. They were more numerous that the capital ships, but contained vessels not much larger than heavy frigates and light cruisers. Before either could speak, another series of blasts rattled down the hull of the ship.

  “Admiral, the enemy fleet is forming up into a line of battle. Their larger vessels are presenting a solid wall with their primary weapons ranked along our bow. There’s at least one, possibly two, air defence cruisers in the centre. They are trying to jam us, but it looks like the Leviathan may be the larger cruiser in the centre of the second formation. Shall we refuse the line and…”

  “No, Captain, my orders are clear. Both columns will continue forward towards the centre of the enemy forces. Put us on a direct course with the Leviathan,” she pau
sed and looked at the view screen with the General, “one moment.”

  General Rivers nodded and the Admiral wasted no time in grabbing her intercom.

  “This is the Admiral. All vessels are to commence full burn. Execute tactical formation Trafalgar. Fighters and strike aircraft are to form up with the lead vessels. Proceed with defensive fire. Keep our bows clear.”

  She replaced the intercom and lowered herself into one of the many chairs built into the CiC. Around her the other crew did the same, as they prepared for harsh acceleration of the warships. Until now they had been coasting towards the enemy, the ships thrusters used just to alter course and to maintain formation. With the after engine pushing the craft forward, the gravitational force would push the crew to the rear of the compartments. The rotating sections slowed and then stopped, their benefits now being halted by the opposing gravitational forces. She turned back to the General on the view screen, who she could see was busy issuing orders to his own force. Another series of shells struck the warship, the vibrations moving through the heavy bulkheads. Admiral Jarvis looked over to the XO who nodded, letting her know the ship was withstanding the attack.

  “In that case, Admiral, I will take your leave and conduct the first phase of the ground assault.”

  “Understood, General. Good luck!”

  His image flickered and vanished on the displays.

  Admiral Jarvis examined her tactical maps and virtual cameras so she could place herself directly into the centre of the battlefield. The enemy ships definitely matched the data she had seen from Prometheus and the Anomaly. She tapped a button bringing up the blurred image they’d recently examined and called over to the tactical officer.

  “Have we been able to ascertain their capabilities yet?”