by Fanpro
Takuda listened to the litany of defeat. They were right, of course. The situation offered little hope. But if they retreated now, his force would fall apart. He already had two DEST members beyond recall as fighters, and a retreat would strain the fabric of command, perhaps beyond the limit. He knew that every one of the DEST members had received offers from some group in the enclaves, and a retreat now might encourage some of them to break ranks and join what they saw as the winning side. He could even understand how that might happen. They'd fallen onto this planet for eternity. It wasn't so difficult to understand that some of his people might want to leave a family name and traditions.
The recruits were in much the same condition.
Fullerton and a few of the others might be willing to live in the woods for the rest of their lives, but most of them had come to Takuda in the hope of finding a better life. Eating nuts and berries in the deep woods would hardly be their idea of that.
And then there were the Tetatae. No matter how much Takuda hated their viewing him as some kind of savior, no matter how he had protested, he did bear some responsibility toward the little aliens. To retreat into the woods to save his own skin would be to condemn them to the unrelenting wrath of the people of the enclaves. That would not be any justice as he saw it.
It would also be difficult for Takuda to abandon his high hopes of solving the dilemma faced by the leaders and inhabitants of the enclaves. To abandon that hope now was almost unbearable. There had to be some way, he thought, to redress the situation. He turned to Goodall. "Holly, do you think you and Jacobs can provide fire for us?"
"Certainly, sir," said Goodall. "We can still move and shoot. Not well, and I wouldn't want to fight their 'Mechs, but in the present situation I think we can do it."
"Good," Takuda said, rising to his feet. "There's only one solution right now. With the left in ruins, the right collapsing, and the center in danger of being breached, the only thing to do is attack, and attack at once."
The plan was simple. Knyte and his section would hold all across the front. They'd divide up into three teams, each with a DEST member and a few recruits and Tetatae for support. They would not engage attacks by the enclave forces, but would give ground, inflicting casualties and drawing the enemy in on themselves. The deeper they got into the forest, the better for Takuda's plan. Knyte and his people would try to separate the infantry forces from the supporting vehicles. If they succeeded, the strategy would also render the long-range fire of the riflemen and machine-gunners much less of a problem.
With the enclave forces being pulled deeper and deeper into the trees, all of Takuda's people would work around the flank of the enemy. Once well to the side and rear of the armored force, they would attack. The medium lasers of the Locusts would out-range anything the enclaves could muster. The first charge would have to carry all the way.
By mid-afternoon Takuda's forces were in place, and none too soon. The probing by the enclave forces was becoming more and more vigorous, and it wasn't long before every member of the Knyte section was reporting pressure building to his front. Small enemy parties were working around the flanks of the strong points, and Knyte's section members were being forced to pull back.
Takuda acknowledged the information but issued no specific orders. He wasn't the type of commander to micromanage a battle. With the front extending over several kilometers, there was no way to truly understand each subordinate's problems. He gave mission orders and advice, but he left the battle up to those who were in contact. As long as they kept him informed of the changing tides of battle, he left well enough alone. His subordinates responded with enthusiasm and initiative.
Meanwhile the Locust 'Mechs and the rest of the force drifted off to the left flank. By the sounds of the battle and the reports from his people, Takuda could feel the line of combat pass across his front. He waited, waited, waited, and then sprang the trap. The Locusts rose from their hiding places and fired. The DEST members, recruits, and Tetatae charged.
The enemy's armored forces and some vehicle-mounted infantry were slowly traversing a broad, open area, so confident in their superiority that they hadn't even bothered to post security. Bad mistake.
With the motors chuffing happily away, they were perfect sensor locks for the I/R targeting systems of Takuda's 'Mechs. Goodall watched the targeting cross hairs flash red on the side of a vehicle, then toggled the firing button. So confident was she of a hit and target destruction that she didn't even wait for confirmation. She switched to the next vehicle in the line.
Both she and Jacobs had started with their engines at the limit of range so that the smoke and debris of the explosions would not interfere with the sensor locks or the laser fire. And it worked like a charm. The enclave forces thought they were being attacked from the other flank and turned away from the 'Mechs to fight the hidden foe. Nothing but rear armor faced the Locusts, and they took advantage of it. Before the enclave troops could realize that the attack was actually coming from the right, the field was littered with the remains of a dozen fighting machines. By then it was too late.
The DEST people, the recruits, and the Tetatae were among the survivors, closing with a ferocity that surprised Takuda. He too was swept along in the charge, forgetting to command, becoming once again merely an assault trooper. It was like old times. He fired the laser rifle from his hip as he ran, pausing only momentarily to snap aimed shots at fleeing enemy troopers. Over the commlink he heard, but did not comprehend, that Knyte and his section had joined the attack as well. All along the enclave line, front to rear, side to side, the enemy was on the run. Not just running, but fleeing in terror, abandoning their weapons and armor as they tried to get clear of this sudden assault.
By the time the sun sank in the west, the sky turning red with the drifting smoke of a hundred fires that rose like tombstones from as many vehicles. Takuda was back in his original headquarters bunker. Gathered around him were the wounded, smoke-stained, exhausted survivors. Exhausted perhaps, but happy in the knowledge that the day had been theirs.
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Nothing but a battle lost, an ancient commander once said, can be half so melancholy as a battle won. And the truth of that had continued for centuries. Now, here on this unknown planet, it was true again that night for Takuda and his people. While the exhausted, dispirited survivors of the enclave force made their desultory way back to their compounds, the equally exhausted, dispirited victors dropped to the ground and slept, or moved over the shattered battlescape in search of surviving friends, or booty, or just because they were too tired to do anything else.
Takuda, as begrimed, blood-spattered, and hollow-eyed as any of his people, sat inside his command bunker and listened to the reports from his subordinates. The attack had been more successful than they'd even dreamed it could be. The most serious damage had been to the servo on the left leg of Goodall's damaged 'Mech. The joint had frozen in mid-stride, but she'd continued to fight until there had been no more targets in sight. The Locust could still hobble along in a crazy-gaited away, but it couldn't be called combat-worthy by any stretch of the imagination. All three techs were working on it now, and there was just the slightest chance that it would be mobile by first light.
Fullerton reported two recruits wounded, both slightly, in the counterattack. He also reported that some too badly wounded to fight in the afternoon had suddenly recovered enough to search the scape for wounded or, more probably, loot. Dakodo's Tetatae had taken no casualties.
The adrenaline rush that created the high of combat was rapidly fading into the low that inevitably followed. This was the time when a counterattack could be the most dangerous, though the likelihood was scant. The enclave forces were so thoroughly beaten that it would be days before they again ventured into the woods. Vost's 'Mechs were still in Usugumo and not likely to come forth until he'd made a better deal for their services. This last piece of information came from Fiona Sabine, one of the techs who'd originally gone with Vost and the others.
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Creeping into the Takuda camp just after dark, she carried a tale of fragmentation among the mercenaries. Disgusted with the situation and the 'Mech pilots' lack of concern for the welfare of their technicians, she'd decided to leave. No doubt she also felt a deep bitterness at how quickly Vost had discarded her in favor of greener pastures.
Takuda gave orders for the establishment of security along their broad front. The DEST members were stretched thin, each one now commanding what amounted to a full squad. That would have been fine if those squads had consisted of battle-hardened troopers but just the opposite was true. Instead of experienced soldiers, the squads consisted of enthusiastic but undisciplined Tetatae and raw recruits from the enclaves, neither disciplined nor too enthusiastic. It was not that they didn't want to do the job, just that they didn't know how or even why. The concept of staying awake to watch an empty field for a possible enemy everyone "knew" would not be back did not seem reasonable to such as these. What was second nature to a soldier was anathema to a civilian. Whoever heard of staying awake all night to guard your house? Thus the DEST members and the Tetatae, who could sleep while awake, shouldered most of the responsibility.
The need for security was very real, however. The excruciatingly thin forward edge of outposts was under constant pressure. Not from the forces of the enclaves but from civilians fleeing the cities. They came for the same reasons that the originals had come: in search of something better. From the front came reports of numerous individuals and families seeking asylum within the Takuda lines. All were welcomed, with Fullerton and his original group taking over the task of bedding them down.
Takuda terminated the truncated staff meeting and sent his people out into the night. Though they needed sleep as much as the rest, the staff had to work while the others slept. Parker Davud and Holly Goodall had their work cut out for them with the damaged 'Mech, and Fullerton and Dakodo had their own people to look after. Takuda followed them out into the dark.
The moon was almost directly overhead, its mottled green and blue surface reflecting the light of the departed sun. The body wasn't really a moon, but another planet in its own right within the star system. Takuda looked longingly at it, wondering if there were life on its surface, if it might not be a better place for his experimental society. But the distance was impossible; it would remain a dream.
Single glowing eyes, the campfires scattered through the trees stared unblinking into the night. Takuda walked among them, listening to the muted conversations all around. For the most part, those speaking were the recently arrived refugees, still too excited about their trek to settle down. Their attitudes were as varied as their backgrounds.
"I just wanted to get away. I want something better for my children. The thought of being under some religious ... well, some religious leader. They don't even give you a chance to think."
"You should be in Osio. It's so regimented you don't get a chance to raise your kids at all."
"It would be better to crush them all. Then we'd be in charge. We could tell them what to do."
"I'm so tired and hungry. I'd do anything for a little ocha."
"Crush 'em all. That's what I say. After today, we can do anything."
"You ought to try living in Usugumo. Only the rich have a say in anything. The rest of us are left with nothing. And it'll only get worse."
"Just leave the whole bunch to rot, I say. We can go somewhere else and get a new start. All we have to do is work together."
"Burn 'em out, I say."
Takuda found himself at the edge of the fire line, faced with the impenetrable darkness of the trees beyond. He turned aside and looked back across the orange dots of the fires. So many people. None of this was the way he'd planned it. The situation was getting out of control. Sensing movement behind him, he turned quickly, his right hand resting on the holster that slapped his thigh.
"Good evening, Sho-sa Takuda," came Dakodo's voice from the darkness. "You from your headquarters are far tonight."
"Good evening, Dakodo. I wanted to walk for a bit. I need to think. But I had to get away from the headquarters so people wouldn't keep coming to me with questions I can't answer." Takuda was surprised that it came out this way. Commanders, especially samurai commanders, did not complain. Perhaps, he thought, the situation was changing him even more than he'd realized. He wondered, silently this time, if the change was for the better.
"Come to our circle, Sho-sa. Tonight our meal we have late. We so busy have been. You are welcome to sit with us. None will question you among the Tetatae. Already you have done so much. Given us a future you have."
"It's not much, Dakodo. For all I know, the future I've given you is worse than your past or your present will ever be or could be."
"No, a future you have given us. To dream about. That is worth much. Come sit with us and listen."
Takuda let the little alien lead him by the elbow into the darkness. The Tetatae moved easily through the night, skirting boulders and hidden traps as he directed his less able guest through the trees. It was with surprising suddenness that they came upon the circle of squatting Tetatae. The leaves overhead created a stygian darkness that suddenly revealed the circle of figures crouched around a tiny fire. Dakodo indicated a place, and Takuda also squatted down. He chose to sit with his knees pulled up to his chin rather than in the traditional lotus position.
None of the Tetatae acknowledged his entrance in the circle. No change occurred in the conversation or the demeanor of the aliens. Takuda watched them, knowing they were far beyond his understanding. He shook his head; he'd have to stop thinking of them as aliens. He was the alien, they were the natives.
Beak protruding into the circle, Dokaepi crouched behind him, translating what the shaman was saying to the group. Dokaepi was speaking in a low, sing-song voice, his eyes closed, his body rocking slightly to the rhythm of his words. "He tell about the legends that came with the first ones who fell from the sky with fire," whispered Dakodo. "Of the arrival he has spoken. How like the children were they exploring their surroundings. Killed the Tetatae they did at first, understanding not the respect we felt them. Then came time when almost dead were they. Helped them with food did we, and them taught to live with land. We learned to speak as they. Even friendship there was.
"Then all changed. Became strong they. Took land of Tetatae and cut it deeply. Made things to grow. Hunted they in grass and woods and hills. Drove Tetatae out from lands they wanted, saying that they would govern all. Again they killed the Tetatae and drove them away. Other Tetatae they took within their walls and made them to work. So many of our people went to cities, never to return.
"But legend there is that others fell from sky with fire at same time as these. Legend say they fell far away beyond the mountains that are only a blue mist in the distance. These ones not like those of the cities you see. These ones peaceful were, and kind to all around them. They wait for the Tetatae beyond the mountains, waiting to lead us to the promised land."
Takuda leaned toward Dakodo. "Do you think that what he says is true? Not about what happened here, but about the other incident. About the people beyond the mountains?"
"True is. It must be so."
Takuda was lost in thought. Somewhere, he thought, there must be another group of humans. Perhaps there was a real future. In all legends, he knew, was a grain of truth, some hard nugget around which the tale had been spun like the layers an oyster creates a tiny grain of sand. The layers became a pearl, a thing of great beauty and desire, but inside was the grain of sand. Whether the pearl came from the oysters of a Terra or the giant canropods of Albiero, there was still the single grain. So must it be with these stories of the others who fell from the sky with fire. There had to be another settlement, a place for them to be safe beyond the mountains. All of them: DEST team, human refugees from the enclaves, and their friends among the Tetatae.
The DEST commander remained lost in thought until Dokaepi had finished his story. The other Tetatae sat
silent in the circle, each one also deep in his own thoughts. Dakodo touched Takuda gently on the shoulder; it was time to go. The sho-sa levered himself to his feet and made his way alone through the fading darkness toward the glowing fires of the human camp.
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They were all there, the leaders of the enclaves as well as the merchants and power brokers who had been negotiating with the mercenaries on an individual basis. Each had received a secret message to meet with Vost, and each had come expecting to be the only one. The message had said that Vost was calling this meeting to finalize the deal with the 'Mech pilots. Now the various enclave leaders found that it was not to be private.
"You have been dealing with these people behind our backs," snarled Risu Toho, shogun and leader of the Osio, at Sanyu Subash Chi. "But it is no surprise to learn that the high priest of the Amatukaze would stoop to dealing with mere mercenaries."
The sanyu of the Amatukaze turned to face his accuser. "What a surprise to meet you here, exalted shogun. You whose troops were routed at such great loss could do nothing less than crawl to the powerful for your salvation. As has always been said about the Osio, you are either on your knees before your betters or at their throats. And if you are at their throats, it is always from behind. As it is now."
Toho went red in the face, as much from anger as shame. It was true that the forest forces had routed the Osio troops in the woods, a defeat he felt most bitterly. "Our forces suffered more than anyone else's," he said in choking rage. "But it was the others who ran first. At least the Osio stayed together long enough to cover the cowardly withdrawal of the rest. And I note from the reports that the Amatukaze did not send all the strength they had committed to the plan. Neither did the Usugumo. Perhaps treachery was always on your mind."
