Naero's War: The Citation Series 2: The High Crusade by Mason Elliott
Authors: Mason Elliott
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Space Opera, Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, alien invasion, first contact, Galactic Empire, Space Marine, Colonization
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repeated the bloody process.
From the signs of things–initially, at least–the enemy snipers and their small team also apparently had advance scanning and jamming tek that defeated all normal attempts to pinpoint their locations and firing positions.
That became a problem for the Marines and their teks as well.
These ruthless enemy snipers struck at several random points planetwide, and had already killed thousands within a few days, terrorizing an entire region with small groups of such forces. They obviously had at least one starship, most likely a small insertion ship, with highly advanced stealth tek.
Then something even worse happened the very next day.
A hundred sniper teams just like the first one struck the same region all at once. Civilians, lander military, and even Spacer Marines fell victim to the enemy sniper onslaught.
Bravo Command and 36 organized into rapid-response, anti-sniper teams.
Shetanna formed up with Squad 4, an attached tek unit, and three superb counter-sniper teams, composed of Marine snipers and their spotters.
Sergeant Maria Bucci led Squad 4 with Terrence Dekker, Sarah Maeris, and Pete Cooper in Fireteam 1. Corporal Veronica Nelson led Fireteam 2, with Ken Ryan, Tavis Marshall, and Zina Gordon. Fireteam 3 was comprised of Corporal Braeden Kowalski, Karla Cherokee, Jonny Fox, and Dillon Kothari.
They were thirty klicks away when the call came in about an enemy sniper starting to kill among the locals.
Shetanna and her team swept in fast.
For good measure, Shetanna transported in ahead of them cloaked, and spread out a rapidly expanding cloudnet of specially modified detection fixers.
Let’s locate this sniper and take her down, Om. She’s not going to show up on any normal scans.
Got it, N. I have local reports of six casualties. Four civilians, one local police, and one medical response person. Nope…make that seven KIA. The sniper just fired again and took down another first responder.
Any kind of trace-back trajectory, Om?
They were meters away from where the action was going down, and still no one, including Naero herself, had heard any conventional shots.
Nothing yet. Fixers almost in place. Net up and running.
Any anomalies or background scatter feedback or blips?
None. Nada. Nacha.
Naero sighed. Then I think I know what this is, Om. We faced something like this back in the Annexation War, remember?
Phaze rifles?
Exactly, Om. It was originally Triaxian Hevangian tek, but I’m guessing our new enemies have improved upon it and taken it to the next level. Adjust the fixernet; watch for subtle energy fluctuations in the near psyonic ranges, similar to the spectrum flux frequencies and vibronic patterns of Astral energies. Have the fixernet track, triangulate, and follow any spikes or even blips.
Adjusting and tracking along those bands that you have specified and anything close. Uh-oh. You’re not going to like this.
What, Om?
Four more KIA–a mother and three kids. They were caught in the open, running down a street looking for cover.
Om, if we don’t find this sharpshooting invader bitch and neutralize her and her team, there’s going to be a lot more death. Find her so that we can ghost her hairy ass and put an end to this slaughter.
N, we have reports of over a hundred such enemy units, doing the same thing on this continent alone.
We crack one of these teams, scan their gear, and send it to Intel, and then we’ll figure out how to nail all of these bitches.
There’s a flood of data. I think they’re trying to confuse our efforts by overwhelming the nets with bursts of useless chatter junk info. I’ll shunt it to the tek unit to sort it out.
The tek team called her back seconds later over their link, breaking up a bit from the enemy jamming.
“Talk to me, guys.”
“We’ve computed various anomalies from the fixernet, and gotten rid of the intentional data garbage dumps obscuring the real info.”
“Do you have a lock?” she nearly
From the signs of things–initially, at least–the enemy snipers and their small team also apparently had advance scanning and jamming tek that defeated all normal attempts to pinpoint their locations and firing positions.
That became a problem for the Marines and their teks as well.
These ruthless enemy snipers struck at several random points planetwide, and had already killed thousands within a few days, terrorizing an entire region with small groups of such forces. They obviously had at least one starship, most likely a small insertion ship, with highly advanced stealth tek.
Then something even worse happened the very next day.
A hundred sniper teams just like the first one struck the same region all at once. Civilians, lander military, and even Spacer Marines fell victim to the enemy sniper onslaught.
Bravo Command and 36 organized into rapid-response, anti-sniper teams.
Shetanna formed up with Squad 4, an attached tek unit, and three superb counter-sniper teams, composed of Marine snipers and their spotters.
Sergeant Maria Bucci led Squad 4 with Terrence Dekker, Sarah Maeris, and Pete Cooper in Fireteam 1. Corporal Veronica Nelson led Fireteam 2, with Ken Ryan, Tavis Marshall, and Zina Gordon. Fireteam 3 was comprised of Corporal Braeden Kowalski, Karla Cherokee, Jonny Fox, and Dillon Kothari.
They were thirty klicks away when the call came in about an enemy sniper starting to kill among the locals.
Shetanna and her team swept in fast.
For good measure, Shetanna transported in ahead of them cloaked, and spread out a rapidly expanding cloudnet of specially modified detection fixers.
Let’s locate this sniper and take her down, Om. She’s not going to show up on any normal scans.
Got it, N. I have local reports of six casualties. Four civilians, one local police, and one medical response person. Nope…make that seven KIA. The sniper just fired again and took down another first responder.
Any kind of trace-back trajectory, Om?
They were meters away from where the action was going down, and still no one, including Naero herself, had heard any conventional shots.
Nothing yet. Fixers almost in place. Net up and running.
Any anomalies or background scatter feedback or blips?
None. Nada. Nacha.
Naero sighed. Then I think I know what this is, Om. We faced something like this back in the Annexation War, remember?
Phaze rifles?
Exactly, Om. It was originally Triaxian Hevangian tek, but I’m guessing our new enemies have improved upon it and taken it to the next level. Adjust the fixernet; watch for subtle energy fluctuations in the near psyonic ranges, similar to the spectrum flux frequencies and vibronic patterns of Astral energies. Have the fixernet track, triangulate, and follow any spikes or even blips.
Adjusting and tracking along those bands that you have specified and anything close. Uh-oh. You’re not going to like this.
What, Om?
Four more KIA–a mother and three kids. They were caught in the open, running down a street looking for cover.
Om, if we don’t find this sharpshooting invader bitch and neutralize her and her team, there’s going to be a lot more death. Find her so that we can ghost her hairy ass and put an end to this slaughter.
N, we have reports of over a hundred such enemy units, doing the same thing on this continent alone.
We crack one of these teams, scan their gear, and send it to Intel, and then we’ll figure out how to nail all of these bitches.
There’s a flood of data. I think they’re trying to confuse our efforts by overwhelming the nets with bursts of useless chatter junk info. I’ll shunt it to the tek unit to sort it out.
The tek team called her back seconds later over their link, breaking up a bit from the enemy jamming.
“Talk to me, guys.”
“We’ve computed various anomalies from the fixernet, and gotten rid of the intentional data garbage dumps obscuring the real info.”
“Do you have a lock?” she nearly
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