So it begins
Dec. 30th, 2007 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
runmakitarunThe first few days of Makita's return to Bahamut had been quiet. Well, quiet for Bahamut. There were skirmishes, but neither side made any serious gains. It was quickly becoming apparent that the entire war had reached a point of bloody stalemate. Bodies and blood were fed into the city, and nothing changed except for the death toll.
Makita did what she could. She scouted ambush points and kept track of Red combat teams. She managed to turn a couple of skirmishes with a well-timed strike from behind the Red lines. She stole what time she could to spend with her father and with Proto, though they were as busy as she was.
Today when her comlink chirps softly she's in the old northern financial district. The area had been quiet over the past few weeks, and the Elders suspected the Reds were up to something. Makita takes one final look out over the city from her perch at the top of one of the tallest buildings in the area before looking to see who was calling.
"Papa?" she frowns as she flicks it open and her father's face floats in front of her.
"Makita," he smiles tiredly, "We're in the old eastern market. Can you give me an idea of what's inbound."
She spins and squints across the distance, her frown deepening, "Okay, Papa. I've got a visual on your location. I count two capital ships; furnaces with escorts. They're almost on top of you." Her eyes scan across the terrain on the other side of the city, "You should fall back to the south before they manage to pin you down."
Her father grimaces, "Negative. There's nowhere to fall back to, Makita. They've scattered deployments all over the area. Unknown numbers of heavy infantry on the ground with support from ground attack aircraft." Makita's eyes widen. That makes this the biggest offensive the Reds of put together in months. "We've frustrated them," he continues, "And they're looking for strength of numbers to prevail today. And Makita... we've got reports of a Hydra-class Krawl on the ground, possibly in your area."
Makita swallows, "Hydra-class! Are you sure?"
He nods, "It rolled right over the northern heavy works plant. Reports are scattered, but apparently no one heard the thing coming until it was right on top of them. We suspect the Reds must be working with some new stealth protokol. We're not sure because we lost the signal... there were two hundred stationed there."
His face hardens and he leans forward slightly, "Enough of that. Listen to me and listen well. This is important."
"Sir," Makita nods and swallows. "Yes sir."
"The mission I'm giving you was intended for me, but I'm not going to make it." A sudden pain grips her chest. "Is that clear?" Makita doesn't hear him, Not Papa! Please not Papa. His voice is harsh, "I said: is that clear?"
Makita blinks rapidly and takes a deep steadying breath. "Clear, sir."
"You have to reach my position. Immediately. How far away are you now?"
This is her city, and it takes Makita only a few seconds to calculate approaches. "I'm not far from railcar station 82. If I catch the next train out I can be there in twenty minutes."
"Good," her father sounds relieved. "Then move out. Oh, and Makita? One more thing. The Reds are serious about this one. You'll need to remember everything Proto and I have taught you if you're to survive. We can hold this position for maybe another hour. Do you believe you can make it?"
Squaring her shoulders Makita nods, "Even if I have to run, sir."
"Then run, Makita. Run!"
0:59:59
Makita runs.
Mostly cribbed from Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.
Makita did what she could. She scouted ambush points and kept track of Red combat teams. She managed to turn a couple of skirmishes with a well-timed strike from behind the Red lines. She stole what time she could to spend with her father and with Proto, though they were as busy as she was.
Today when her comlink chirps softly she's in the old northern financial district. The area had been quiet over the past few weeks, and the Elders suspected the Reds were up to something. Makita takes one final look out over the city from her perch at the top of one of the tallest buildings in the area before looking to see who was calling.
"Papa?" she frowns as she flicks it open and her father's face floats in front of her.
"Makita," he smiles tiredly, "We're in the old eastern market. Can you give me an idea of what's inbound."
She spins and squints across the distance, her frown deepening, "Okay, Papa. I've got a visual on your location. I count two capital ships; furnaces with escorts. They're almost on top of you." Her eyes scan across the terrain on the other side of the city, "You should fall back to the south before they manage to pin you down."
Her father grimaces, "Negative. There's nowhere to fall back to, Makita. They've scattered deployments all over the area. Unknown numbers of heavy infantry on the ground with support from ground attack aircraft." Makita's eyes widen. That makes this the biggest offensive the Reds of put together in months. "We've frustrated them," he continues, "And they're looking for strength of numbers to prevail today. And Makita... we've got reports of a Hydra-class Krawl on the ground, possibly in your area."
Makita swallows, "Hydra-class! Are you sure?"
He nods, "It rolled right over the northern heavy works plant. Reports are scattered, but apparently no one heard the thing coming until it was right on top of them. We suspect the Reds must be working with some new stealth protokol. We're not sure because we lost the signal... there were two hundred stationed there."
His face hardens and he leans forward slightly, "Enough of that. Listen to me and listen well. This is important."
"Sir," Makita nods and swallows. "Yes sir."
"The mission I'm giving you was intended for me, but I'm not going to make it." A sudden pain grips her chest. "Is that clear?" Makita doesn't hear him, Not Papa! Please not Papa. His voice is harsh, "I said: is that clear?"
Makita blinks rapidly and takes a deep steadying breath. "Clear, sir."
"You have to reach my position. Immediately. How far away are you now?"
This is her city, and it takes Makita only a few seconds to calculate approaches. "I'm not far from railcar station 82. If I catch the next train out I can be there in twenty minutes."
"Good," her father sounds relieved. "Then move out. Oh, and Makita? One more thing. The Reds are serious about this one. You'll need to remember everything Proto and I have taught you if you're to survive. We can hold this position for maybe another hour. Do you believe you can make it?"
Squaring her shoulders Makita nods, "Even if I have to run, sir."
"Then run, Makita. Run!"
0:59:59
Makita runs.
Mostly cribbed from Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.
