zorcarepublic
01-10-2005, 13:29
The war macine rolled on. Inside the 100-ton beast eight people worked furiously. Three of them frantically reloaded their repeating bolters, while the driver and navigator kept their eyes on the horizon, looking for the enemy artillery battery they knew had to be ahead.
Captain Ben Parlon looked out of the viewscope. To the front a six pounder bolter swung into action, firing again and again as an enemy Chariot-class light war machine tried to get within range of its own 2 pounder. To the rear another 6 pounder turret was silent, mainly because they wanted to conserve ammunition for pouring into the helpless enemy bolters from the rear.
Overhead, four light flyers dropped their incendiary devices onto a combined infantry formation--pikemen covering boltermen as they fired at the enemy. Ben allowed himself a smile. The Dacanari Empire might be large, but its technology was ancient, and they hadn't learned how heavy war machines--such as the Avenger-class he himself commanded--could change the course of a battle with one stroke. Not a fast one, he admitted--Avengers could only travel at 8 knots--but a stroke which would slice through an enemy battleline like a hot knife through butter
"Sir! We have eight 2 pounder bolters on the horizon! They are backed up by eight Chariots and a pike formation!"
Bens attention turned back to the battle.
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Captain Ben Parlon looked out of the viewscope. To the front a six pounder bolter swung into action, firing again and again as an enemy Chariot-class light war machine tried to get within range of its own 2 pounder. To the rear another 6 pounder turret was silent, mainly because they wanted to conserve ammunition for pouring into the helpless enemy bolters from the rear.
Overhead, four light flyers dropped their incendiary devices onto a combined infantry formation--pikemen covering boltermen as they fired at the enemy. Ben allowed himself a smile. The Dacanari Empire might be large, but its technology was ancient, and they hadn't learned how heavy war machines--such as the Avenger-class he himself commanded--could change the course of a battle with one stroke. Not a fast one, he admitted--Avengers could only travel at 8 knots--but a stroke which would slice through an enemy battleline like a hot knife through butter
"Sir! We have eight 2 pounder bolters on the horizon! They are backed up by eight Chariots and a pike formation!"
Bens attention turned back to the battle.
This story is also on the RPG Central forum.