Daedalus

by Skully

  Nearly all civilian vehicles were hovercraft, but due to the magnetic technology they used, they were confined to roads. The exo carrier ran on eight large wheels with independent steering and drive on each axle. This allowed it to go almost anywhere. The MAEC4 was twelve metres long, almost four high due to the large wheels and it was almost four metres wide. It would have caused congestion on the roads, but civilian vehicles would automatically find the best path to their destination including routing around traffic hazards.

  It was a bumpier ride than what they were used to travelling back and forth from the academy floating on air.

  “See how awesome this is?” Barran remarked nodding and asking for affirmation.

  “Actually it's quite bumpy,” Vannier replied her voice jumping with each bump to accentuate her point. “I’d rather use the rental hovervan.”

  “Bah,” Barran replied grumpily. They rode in silence as they bumped along for five minutes.

  “How much do I need to make to get one of these?” Barran was not one to admit defeat easily.

  “A billion,” Axel-Zero replied and received a confused stare from Barran.

  “How is that fair!” He exclaimed. The rest of the squad laughed.

  “We all need motivation,” Vannier replied in between bouts of laughter.

  Barran only looked miserable for a moment before declaring, “It’s only because of my strength of character that I can handle you all laughing at me. No one else here could handle it.” He stuck his chin up in the air signifying his superiority.

  It wasn’t a short journey to the EUDF base in Loire Valley which was compounded by the slow speed of the carrier. It was only able to get to one hundred and eighty kilometres per hour on the main highway. After an hour the carrier rolled into the base, and the cadets felt like protein shakes.

  The carrier pulled up, and the back hatch yawned open. Colonel Martin was waiting for the squad as promised.

  “Cadets, welcome to EUDF Loire Valley Base,” he said warmly. “Leave your gear in the carrier and follow me. We will begin with a tour, and the carrier can take your exos out to the range for the exercise later today.”

  “What’s the exercise?” Kang blurted. Although everyone was curious, she received glares for her lack of protocol.

  Vannier immediately jumped in, “Sir, we cadets are all curious regarding the details of the exercise.”

  Picard put her arm around Kang and whispered something in her ear. She received a nod from Daedo, she now had Kang duty.

  Colonel Martin had never been formal with the squad, but they had never been on his base before and additionally in front of his men. The cadets knew the protocols backwards with the exception of Kang.

  “It’s an exercise we call Escape from Alcatraz and rest assured there is no water. This is not an Augmented Reality training exercise like you are used to. It’s real, to an extent. The enemy will be in exos, however, they are holding claws which will paint you. If you acquire 400 mm square or more of paint, you are toast. You will be armed with railguns and polarized goo pellets. We can test these in your railguns shortly, and if they do not work, you will have to borrow ours. You will need to tag the creatures with one hundred grams of goo to incapacitate them.”

  “Questions can wait until the exercise. Think on it for now,” Col. Martin said holding up his palm to dissuade the plethora of questions.

  The base was surrounded by a humongous constructofoam wall, that could be seen from quite a distance by anyone approaching it by land or air. It was at least twelve metres tall and looked quite wide as exos were visible running on the top. The carrier was parked on the gravel beside another dozen similar vehicles.

  Looking around while following Colonel Martin all the cadets could see was a wall, grass and bunkers. There were no topside buildings. The multiple bunkers were entrances for people and vehicles to an underground complex. There were a few vehicles staged topside and a half dozen VTOL landing pads. The pads would lower a craft underground, there were no topside hangers.

  “There are twenty thousand troops on this base at any given time, it’s the second largest in the EUDF, with Krakow base hosting thirty thousand.” Col. Martin began his lecture while walking.

  “All these bunkers are entrance points, and they are scattered across the range for various purposes,” Col. Martin said while indicating a few bunkers.

  “Let’s go down and look at the fun stuff,” he said smiling. Col. Martin led the squad to the main bunker at the end of the gravel driveway for want of a better term. “This is the main personnel entrance, let’s get you scanned through security.” There was security at the gate, but it must have had orders or protocol to allow the carrier through.

  The group went down a travellator. “It’s a big base, and we can’t possibly see it all in a few hours. Everyone here can pilot a mech or an exo. We don’t receive any funding for administrative, security or any other roles. We need enough room to store and maintain all the carriers, mechs and exos. Let alone twenty thousand bodies,” Col. Martin stated.

  The Travelator stopped, it had travelled down and across taking the group directly to what looked like a mech bay. “This is mech bay five, it's where my brigade’s mechs are stored including my own.” A brigade historically contained thousands of soldiers before exos and mechs were introduced as the mainstay. According to the cadet's military studies, it was likely Col. Martin commanded a thousand exo soldiers and eighty to a hundred mech pilots.

  The Mech Bay was massive and had its own elevators to the surface. They were located on the rear wall behind the individual bays for rapid deployment. The Mech Bay itself was at least fifteen metres high, and it was so long the cadets could not see the end properly. It was typical for its purpose, rails down the centre and the individual bays lined two sides. The cadets could only see six-metre mechs, although it was large enough to accommodate the twelve-metre variety.

  Each individual bay had a partition with an elevated work platform on one side and a knuckle boom hanging from the roof. Various tools and were attached to the partition with sockets for many more hydraulic, thermal or electric powered tools.

  “This is my Mech,” Stanley said proudly standing in front of a bay. His six-metre mech had the brigades symbol which looked like a ferocious weasel or otter the cadets were not sure.

  “You don’t have a twelve-metre, Sir?” Picard asked.

  “No, I like to pilot the same model as everyone in the brigade,” Col. Martin explained. He summoned a tech sergeant who ran through all the particulars of the bay for the cadets.

  “We don’t build the mechs here, but we maintain and tune them,” the tech sergeant explained.

  “Follow cadets, back on the travelator, and we’ll head to hanger four,” Col. Martin said.

  Hangar must have been situated underneath the landing pads. It was so massive that the elevators from all six pads could be seen coming through the roof and continuing on through the floor.

  Col. Martin walked towards one the of massive elevators, it was large enough to fit the largest VTOL craft in the hangar. The squad looked around, there seemed to be two types of VTOL and each of varying size.

  “The VTOL carriers load into these elevators which deliver them to the surface in an orderly fashion. The elevators can carry ten fully loaded craft at a time and launch one every minute. But you see down the end there?” He pointed his arm and received a few nods after the cadets peered down the length of the hangar.

  “If rapid deployment is ordered a corridor opens up that connects to the mech and exo bays and another to the surface. It’s orderly chaos when we drill, but we are able to launch all loaded carriers within fifteen minutes,” Col. Martin replied.

  The size of the base was impressive, but Daedo had concerns which were instigated when Col. Martin informed him of the number of on-base personnel.

  Daedo: Myrmidon can you do a search and calculation for me, accuracy criteria eighty percent? We can use publicly available data.
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  Myrmidon: yes Daedo. I have been cataloguing all the vehicles, equipment and support infrastructure as requested.

  Daedo: Thanks! I want you to investigate something else. What is the GDP of the member countries of the EUDF, and what is the total capability of the EUDF in terms of exos, mechs and pilots to operate? Add in any available data on the air and space force. I want to know the cost of the military in comparison to the total GDP.

  Myrmidon: It's listed on the Brussel's annual governmental report. We don’t need to calculate. Do you want me to cross check?

  Daedo: It’s probably right, but cross check anyway. What is the governmental report figure?

  Myrmidon: GDP of EUDF members are listed elsewhere, but it is nine-teen point seven trillion bitcreds. The tax total is fifteen percent of GDP which is two point nine trillion. The cost of the EUDF is eight point one billion bitcreds. It’s less than point three of a percent of tax revenue.

  Daedo let out a yelp. Mace turned to look at him.

  Myrmidon: Daedo. The report also shows that corporation tax credits on private military forces are more than one hundred times the EUDF budget.

  “What’s wrong?” She asked. He had a concerned look on his face.

  “I’ll tell you later,” he replied.

  Now Mace was worried. That answer never boded well.

  The Colonel took the cadets through several VTOL carriers as they expressed great interest in the vehicles. There were exo carriers which held eight, which were fast and nimble to the largest being forty. The mech carriers ranged from two to the mammoth which carried eight six-metre mechs.

  “It’s time to tour the mess,” Col. Martin announced. “During lunch, I can answer your questions, and after that, we will head out onto the range for the Escape from Alcatraz.”

  Picard’s parents joined them in the mess hall. They had pre-arranged with Col. Martin the time and place as there were several like venues on the base.

  “Master Sergeant Picard,” Her mother introduced herself before the cadets were seated. “I have read all of Odette’s reports several times. It's great to finally meet you all.” She said sternly, which was probably her version of sweet. Her mother was short, but her presence made it seem like she was three metres tall. She was someone who would rival Master Nader when it came to force of will.

  Her father was tall and thin, best described a lanky. “Specialist Picard,” he introduced himself. He was quiet and softly spoken.

  “Which one of you trained Picard, ahem Odette, in martial combat?” Barran asked genuinely curious.

  “We both did, of course, Cadet,” Master Sergeant Picard answered as mildly as she could, but it still sounded like a scolding to Barran.

  Similar to the academy cafeteria cadets ordered meals which were brought to their location by a serving drone a few minutes later. To avoid running into personnel, the drones ran under the floor and popped up through the middle of the table. Utensils and plates were sent back by simply placing them on the surface next to the drone entry.

  After a few minutes of small talk, the cadets began peppering the adults with questions regarding the exercise.

  “How many enemies will there be?” Axel-Zero asked.

  “It will always be a random number. In a real-world scenario, it's likely not something you would be aware of, even if you knew the numbers in the area. We draw on a pool of five hundred hostiles in the area. There could be ten or five hundred,” Col. Martin answered grinning at the concern his words were causing.

  “The title is Escape from Alcatraz,” Picard began. She had not heard of this scenario. She was familiar with a few as it wasn’t something she studied. “What is it that actually describes an objective where we must get out. Can you explain the objective?”

  Col. Martin nodded, still smiling evilly. “You are dropped at the centre of the range into a small fake village we use for exercises. There are twenty buildings, none above two stories. In the scenario, before the mission began, you were to defend this village. But the enemy swept through an hour before you arrived and all the locals were killed. Your carrier was called away on an urgent mission, and no assets are available to lift you out. You need to fight your way to the safe zone which is fifteen kilometres to your South.”

  “The parameters assume you have been in the village for fifteen minutes to discover these facts,” He finished.

  “Are we allowed to use drones?” Daedo asked.

  “Your kit has been assigned by your CO. It includes eight surveillance drones, seven railguns, seven sets of swords and shields. We will supply the melee weapons, they are designed for this exercise,” Col. Martin explained.

  “No grenades, grenade launchers or traps?” Mace asked.

  Col. Martin shook his head, “Your CO is stingy.”

  The cadets laughed. Even a Colonel could be funny given the opportunity. The laughter and occupants brought a few interested stares from enlisted personnel.

  “Are you going to warn them about the enemy?” Specialist Picard asked softly.

  “What do you mean Specialist?” Col. Martin asked.

  Picard’s father moved uncomfortably in his seat. It was apparent he rarely spoke up and especially in the present company.

  “Uhh,” he said almost apologetically, “in my experience exo soldiers do not hold Academy brats in the highest esteem. They will not be gentle.”

  Chapter 7

  Attendance at Fortescue Military Academy M1 Y:2142

  House Thoth, Squad Leader, Squad Zero

  M1 Rank: 1/1275, Tier 3 M-Rank: Null

  Term: 2, Round: 2

  Daedalus Financial Position 140,000 bitcreds

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  Daedo was surrounded by his squad, they had just been dropped off in the small pretend village in the centre of the Loire Valley practice range. The practice range itself had many constructofoam buildings replicating different environments as well as natural mountains, trees, valleys, ridges and sections of flat grassland.

  The entire range was massive. Although the mission object was only fifteen kilometres, the range itself was over twenty kilometres from north to south and forty kilometres east to west.

  Daedo: Let’s move.

  Myrmidon placed a waypoint on the entire squad’s HUDs. This would allow Picard and Barran to take the lead without having to wait for directions from Daedo. Both Barran and Picard had a shield equipped and sword handy to draw. Everyone else had their sword and shield stowed with railguns at the ready. The Military sword was sheathed in the rear of the shield, it was similar to the claws their opponents were using in the respect it would paint damage on an opponent based on the strength of a hit.

  The squad only had enough goo ammo to kill four hundred wolf-soldiers, as they were referred to in this exercise. Assuming every pellet hit, it would take three hits to take down an enemy.

  The waypoint was south-east as there were mountains directly to the south. The squad sent out four of their eight reconnaissance drones immediately. The drones spread out in a south facing arc from east to west. After running for less than a minute, a fifth was left to trail behind the squad at five hundred metres from the rear. The sixth was sent five hundred metres ahead, towards their current waypoint, and would adjust course every time they moved the waypoint.

  This gave Myrmidon, and Daedo visibility in front and behind. An early warning system as the drones could detect enemies within a maximum range of up to eight kilometres. The detection was hampered by terrain, dampening and the enemy using various conventional methods to hide. The drones were far from foolproof with an effective range from a half to one kilometre.

  Mace: Oh no!

  The squads HUD started popping with enemies as the recon drones picked them up and fed back to Myrmidon and subsequent AIs. At first, there were three, then nine, fifteen and as a drone dropped the orange dots kept appearing. Twenty-four and another drone bit the dust, thirty-two before finally stopping at forty before all four advance scout drones were elim
inated.

  This meant that there were at least forty wolf-soldiers, with the bulk clustered to the south.

  Daedo: East, full-speed, Kang lead! Barran and Picard, rear!

  Daedo adjusted the order, allowing Kang to lead so she wouldn’t get left behind.

  Picard: Faster Kang! Run, or we all die!

  Daedo sent the second last drone ahead to scout the terrain, the forward and rear drones were still in place with no enemies were on their tail, yet.

  Daedo: We didn’t pick up any enemy drones on the scans. It appears they are role-playing some sort of alien that only attacks with claw weapons and has no tech.

  The squad ran east, further away from their objective, and the forward recon drone picked up a small group of mountains which would give the squad height advantage. The only issue was they were covered with trees.

  Myrmidon updated the waypoint. Trees would nullify any height advantage they gained from the mountain cutting visibility and allowing the wolf-soldiers to close without having their numbers thinned by the squad's railguns.

  Daedo was undecided. There was no clear course of action other than making a stand at the tree line or to change direction again and look for a battlefield with a better advantage.

  Daedo: As soon as we hit the tree line the waypoint will move north.

  Daedo was hoping their movement would thin out the enemy, forty in a bunch was way too many to handle.

  The cadets ran north at the fastest pace Kang could manage without becoming tired. They were saving their jumpjets, and while they were sure their exos had the advantage of mobility this was lost when the natural speed of soldiers was factored. They were fit adults in their twenties and thirties who were naturally much faster than the young cadets.

  Daedo had an idea. He had kept the first set of recon drones low, unsuccessfully trying to use natural cover to hide them from the enemy. He still had four left including the front and rear early warning pair. He sent one drone high up into the sky, pushing it as high as he could before the EUDF system halted its climb. The drone was one kilometre in the air and hopefully out of reach of the enemy, assuming they had no ranged weapons that could reach one kilometre.