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Message no. 1
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Wed, 12 Nov 1997 01:03:31 +0000
>>>>>[Pulled this off one of the merc boards.


>begin file

>Anyone got correlation-of-forces on the Yemen situation?
>Zipper

>Akbar has three brigades of mechanised infantry, or nine battalions.
Just for perspective, that's four times as many troops as Ares musters,
and about half the strength of the Yemeni army. Each battalion consists
of about three hundred troops in thirty-some infantry fighting vehicles,
a dozen tanks, and another three hundred troops in trucks, so the Yemeni
Jihad has about a hundred tanks, three hundred BMP and BTRs, and about
six thousand frontline troops.

Rusanov has one weaker battalion: four tanks, eight cavalry vehicles,
and four infantry companies for a total of eighty-some APCs and four
hundred men. Most of that force is in Seattle, ten thousand miles away:
one company's tied up in Southwest Africa, and another is about to be
annihilated by the Jihad, so cut Sasha's force to two companies.

Also, compare the equipment. Akbar's BMPs mount antitank missiles, while
Rusanov's LAV-30s have only machineguns and light cannon. Akbar's tanks
are of the same generation as Rusanov's old Merkava 5s, and finally it's
Akbar's horde - ready, waiting, primed for action - against Sasha's
force having to be shipped over by sea.

In short, Rusanov's best bet was to write off his company in the Yemen
and move on. Instead, he's jumped in to take command on-scene - worst
place possible for him to be - and so he's going to go down with the
ship. Stylish, brave, wonderful for morale, stupid. Typically Russian.

Akbar's force has Rusanov's unit by the balls, and we're poised for the
moment of decision. Too bad, I kind of liked the Russian.
>Hooke

>You neglected a key point. Akbar might have read his Clausewitz, but
Rusanov prefers Sun Tzu.
>Niblick

>What's that got to do with anything?
>Hooke

>You do know Rusanov's not some 3 Shock Army human-wave-attack merchant,
don't you? He was _desyante voyska_, then _reydokyvii_, before he
defected.
>Niblick

>Once more in English, please???
>Hooke

>He was paratroops, then special forces. Spetznaz. Lots of experience.
Defected in '48 when his unit was ordered to wipe out a village in
Finland: they refused, so State Security sent a company from a convict
battalion to do the job. The convicts were having _real_ fun in the
ville, and Sasha's squad - he was the second-in-command - decided to
stop them. Eight _reydokyvii_ killed a hundred soldiers in about ten or
fifteen minutes, then beat feet for the border. Two of them made it out
alive. Rusanov's used to bad odds.

Either he's lost it or he has a plan. Probably moving some small units
into the area to harass Akbar's logistics and rear areas, weaken the
defences around the camp, then breaking out and running for the coast.
Those APCs he uses are pretty fast, especially on road, if he can break
contact once he should make it.
>Niblick

>A buddy of mine says none of the heavy stuff's moved. It's still lined
up in the shelters at his base.
>Frack

>Yeah. Not much air activity either. A few Herk flights, maybe one or
two a day. The MiGs are still in the revetments.
>Bong

>Gotta be a cast-iron bitch running those Hercules out to the Yemen.
It's what, twenty, twenty-five hours each way? Three or four mid-air
refuellings? All to drop maybe ten tons per plane.
>Willis

>Any word on opportunities?
>Pollack

>Akbar's still looking for tread-heads and SPUTS as instructors, paying
good rates, but the conditions suck. Got to speak Arabic, got to convert
to Shi'ia Islam, got to accept Akbar as the heir to the Prophet, and
forget it if you're not male. No word from Rusanov, they aren't much
into crisis hiring.
>Niblick

>The Corporate Court is probably going to drek on Akbar from a great
height. Watch their boards, they might hire a grunch of us to go play in
the Yemen. They're deliberating rignt now.
>Denizen

>Against those numbers we'd _need_ a grunch of us.
>Bracket

+++++end file]<<<<<
-- Bungle <01:03:26/11-12-58>
Message no. 2
From: Brion Wauters <stu137@****.COCO.CC.AZ.US>
Subject: Re: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Wed, 12 Nov 1997 14:41:55 -0700
>>>>>[Hell, if they get enough quality people together, I might come out of
retierment
for this Yemen thing. Works be a bit sparse lately.]<<<<<
-- Irish <14:41:59/12-11-58>
Message no. 3
From: Jeffrey Mach <mach@****.CALTECH.EDU>
Subject: Re: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Wed, 12 Nov 1997 19:41:44 -0800
*****PRIVATE: Vernier
>>>>>[AAARGH! I'm crawling the walls here. I got the messages about
Sacha. And I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon with Brigadier General Du
Pompous-ass regarding upgrading some of France's mechanized divisions.

Christ! I'm supposed to lick his boots bright enough that he forgets
about the Dragon's wares and gives us the contract, and I'll be thinking
the whole time how much I want to get out there and kill something. Well,
at least it will be interesting. Hmmmm...that gives me an idea. Got to
see if the test range is open tomorrow...maybe I can take the fat frog
for a check-ride in an Athena.]<<<<<
-- Stainless Steel Rat <19:37:16/11-12-58 PST>

*****PRIVATE: Stainless Steel Rat
>>>>>[Yeah, I'm worried too. 'Cept I'm not the gung-ho type. Hikaru's
got an itchy trigger finger, and some check rides of her own to do,
tomorrow. We'll see. Hopefully the CorpCourt will loose their bowels on
Ackbar from orbit and get Sacha out of that mess.

Oh and about the B.Gen., two words: be gentle.]<<<<<
-- Vernier <19:54:12/11-12-58 PST>
Message no. 4
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Thu, 13 Nov 1997 23:24:33 +0000
*****PRIVATE: Arashi, Vernier
>>>>>[Hikaru, we could use a combat pilot, very short-term short-notice
contract. Jenny, I guess if you don't preflight it she doesn't ride it.

You can guess the mission, the airframe, the job. Very soon, very short
(three days of operations, tops). If you can't make it, no problem, you
have responsibilities.

Yes or no?]<<<<<
-- Lilith <23:24:37/11-12-58>
Message no. 5
From: Jeffrey Mach <mach@****.CALTECH.EDU>
Subject: Re: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Thu, 13 Nov 1997 16:49:34 -0800
*****PRIVATE: Lilith
>>>>>[I think I can make it. Responsibilities are a little light now that
they are into the dem/eval stage and hawking up for initial sales. Going
to Yemen are we? I'm still at New Edwards, so, depending on which laws or
sound barriers I break, I can be in Seattle in one to a few hours from
when I get sick leave, which, after talking it over with the old man,
_not_ an easy task mind you, will be whenever you need me.

As for the airframe, I hope you are talking MiG. Certain people who wear
suits for a living decided they weren't completely happy to have the
Valkyrie Proto come back with a crack in her frame, the last time we flew
together. The others thought it was a reasonable price to pay for
the possible increase in future sales, plus Val1 gets to live on as a live
maintenance simulator, rather than spend the money to fix her.

It might take too long before the Corp Court gets off their thumbs, and
then get through convincing those "on high" to use another Valkyrie for a
"live-fire demo" and get permission to have one available. This isn't like
the whirly-bird that gave Thunda's sentry guns a hard time. With the
whole Azzie business, security is considering endoscopes.

Jenn says that she and some of the other tech-heads have been working on a
retrofit package for the neuronets. (Probably inspired by the grumbling I
was doing after the check-ride I took with you two a few months
back...gomen ^_^.) I've been flying with MAX so long, she's another part
of me for all intents and purposes...any chance we can get the full stats
on the MiG's control rig? MAX will probably only be at 1/4 power, but
still that means a lot to me.]<<<<<
-- Arashi <16:48:14/11-13-58 PST>
Message no. 6
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Fri, 14 Nov 1997 01:02:06 +0000
*****PRIVATE: Arashi, Vernier
>>>>>{Excellent. Okay, you want the full stats on our MiGs' neural
interface...

+++++include datasheet.pdf

That should get you plenty. Also, you want MAX, you have room to bring
her. The two replacements we just acquired are two-seaters, and I've got
one with Toad as GIB. The other's up for grabs, and that means MAX gets
a Martin-Baker of her own in case of emergency.

Get to Yeager Field (after I helped with the layout, I got to call it
what I wanted) in Tarislar, and I'll see you there.

Lots of irons in the fire, but I've got a stepfather, a husband and a
daughter on the ground in the Yemen and this is turning into serious
family business.]<<<<<
-- Lilith <01:01:16/11-13-58>
Message no. 7
From: Jeffrey Mach <mach@****.CALTECH.EDU>
Subject: Re: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Thu, 13 Nov 1997 18:26:02 -0800
*****PRIVATE: Lilith
>>>>>[Funny...I never knew that Jenn could move that fast. Some poor UCAS
pilot is going to find his favorite VCR cables missing. Right now, I can
here somebody working the fiber splicer. Thanks for the extra seat, MAX
is effectively a back-seater anyway, but that means that the cables go
from me to MAX to the MiG, since we don't have time to rebuild the MiG to
fit a Valkyrie pod, unfortunately that also means that the cable has to
reach a couple feet farther than it is supposed to. She's got MAX mulling
over what it means to be a MiG, and I'll have the MiG's diskette in hand
in a few minutes. I take it I should be there five minutes ago, so I am
trying to finagle a seat on something fast right now.

+++++override: Vernier

Don't worry, Hikaru was borrowing my deck and for the minute anyway and I
have an override access from the hitcher port. Seems there's been a
little timing change and roster editing going on. The SEAD Valkyrie proto
was slated for a ferry flight up to Washington for final ECM systems
integration next week. Flights moved up. Hikaru's piloting, which means
that Thompkins gets the keys to the Lupo until you get back. Their
prepping it right now.

+++++override: Arashi

Not my _CAR_!

+++++override: Vernier

Sorry, no other way to work it. He promises to fill the tank and get it
washed at least once. Besides, I showed the old man that Azzie's
high-balls will be in the worst position to spot something running up the
west coast tonight in two hours, and won't be there again for at least
five days. No kidding, well at least if intel is right.

+++++override: Arashi

Okay...well looks like I got a ride to Seattle. I'll see you at Yeager
field tonight if you're there already. No...not straight...I actually do
like my job. I'll have to take a cab or something from Ares' strip.

Note to self: Thompkins is a dead man if he even skuffs the tires....

Time to get dressed.]<<<<<
-- Arashi <18:19:06/11-13-58 PST>
Message no. 8
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: Mercenary Traffic
Date: Tue, 30 Dec 1997 13:36:32 +0000
*****PRIVATE: Bill the Cameraman
>>>>>[Mr Bill, this was the last major action of the Yemen campaign -
well, actually this is my footage of the last major action of the Yemen
campaign, which isn't quite the same thing, because you can't send an
actual battle by e-mail, the tanks and artillery get stuck in the
fibreoptic thingies apparently, but this is the footage of the battle
instead of the battle itself.

It's like those funny pictures that Quinn likes, by some dead Belgian
person called Margaret or something, which is a funny name for a man
even if he is Belgian, where you've got a picture of a pipe and the
words "This is not a pipe", which I didn't really understand at first,
but Quinn explained that it was sort of a joke because it _isn't_ a
pipe, it's only a picture of a pipe. I suppose you have to see them to
really appreciate them, but there's some really quite creepy ones that
mess with your head a bit, but in an interesting way.

Do you like the tanks, by the way? We might buy some. They're lighter
than the Merkavas and they've got lots of nice goodies that I didn't
think I'd like at first but after I used them I decided I did, except
for the railgun, which is all very well for shooting holes through
squillions of millimetres of RHA but isn't much cop for anything else,
like splattering SPUTS or fragging bunkers or knocking out snipers in
town, and the coax is all right but some problems just need a nice big
lump of 70/30 HMX/TNT thrown at them to make them go away, so we'll
probably go for the 90mm electrothermal gun if we go for the Kaminaris
at all, we'll have to do some testing to see how that works out, and if
Ares say it's all right you can come and maybe get some good footage of
the testing?

Anyway, here's the battle, which is why I started this letter in the
first place. I might be out of touch for a while, so don't worry if I'm
not easy to get hold of, it's just that some friends have some problems
that I might help them solve a little.

+++++begin video
A helmet camera, inside what looks more like an aircraft than an
armoured vehicle: contoured seats, large multifunction displays,
sophisticated controls. It bounces as wildly as any tank, though, as it
covers the Yemeni plain: according to the displays, at well over fifty
miles an hour.

Other displays show a startling range of information: this tank has an
impressive sensor suite, a stabilised thermal imager and a millimetre-
wave radar both providing data, showing the enemy stronghold two miles
ahead, the estimated composition (twelve tanks, sixteen APCs), the tank
platoon bearing down on them (led by this one), the infantry company
following close behind, and the whole overlaid by coloured zones
indicating artillery fire missions and a planned airstrike.

As Stephanie's tank rounds a corner, the visual and IR show only a cloud
of hot smoke on top of the Yemeni Jihad position, but the radar shows
the enemy to be exactly where reconnaissance indicated: dug into tank
scrapes in a hasty defensive position, this battalion - the only Jihad
unit still offering organised resistance - better organised than most.

As the tank veers left, the other three in the platoon follow it, moving
from column to echelon formation. Overhead, eight sleek Athenas clear a
ridgeline and scream over the position, raking it with cannonfire and
missiles: pulling clear, they reform into a line-astern formation,
turning it into what a fighter pilot would call a Lufberry circle and
what Russian Sturmovik fliers knew as the Wheel of Death.

As blacker smoke rises from inside the obscuring white cloud, the gunner
calls "Ready to fire!" Somewhere inside the turret, a shrill whine is
rapidly rising to supersonic pitch.

"Any time." Stephanie shakes her head, obviously annoyed by the noise,
but marks a tank as the target - the displays note that it's generated
the most radio traffic in the last two hours.

"HA-DO-KEN!" the gunner shouts as the Kaminari MBT rocks on its
suspension, the shockwave of the railgun projectile kicking a
roostertail of dust from the rocky ground. The flare of impact is
visible through the thinning smoke, as the other tanks fire almost in
unison: one scores a bullseye, a geyser of fire erupting and a twenty-
ton tank turret flying out of the smoke. The homopolar generator - in
the turret bustle, where ammunition for a conventional gun would be
stored - is already spinning back up for the next shot.

A missile's smoke trail reaches out towards the #3 tank, only to explode
two hundred yards short amidst a storm of tracers: Mitsubishi's point-
defence system working as advertised. The #4 tank slithers to a halt in
a flapping tangle of torn track as one of the Jihad's gunners knock off
a road wheel, left behind as the rest of the platoon continue to angle
in: the artillery switching back to DPICM and the smoke thinning.

The defenders have little respite before the Athenas break out of their
circle, coming in to again rake the position, their cannon shells
ripping armour and spraying shrapnel. The infantry are moving in,
staying to the side of the immobilised Kaminari: though hit three more
times, it's still firing steadily at the Yemenis, and its three mobile
brothers are within a thousand yards.

"SPUTS running, load frag!" Stephanie calls, watching infantry running
to change position.

"No can do. Railgun, remember?" The gunner replies, then shouts "Ha-do
KEN!" again and hits the sole T-95 still firing, dead-centre: smoke
belches from its hatches.

"Oh, bugger." the tank commander mutters, and takes control of the
turret for a few moments to pound the infantry with fire from the
coaxial cannon: the gunner takes over as she (presumably by datajack)
sets up a mortar barrage on those foxholes, then revises the tactical
plan on her display). "No canister, no frag, no HESH. It's almost
boring. Tigers, we'll swing right around and storm from the back, I
still think they mined the road in. Four, you okay?"

Tiger Four replies, the commander confident. "Sure. Soon as we get this
track fixed we're State One. Supporting the crunchies."

"Outstanding." Stephanie watches the enemy, then her map. "Chen, check
this gully out." The tank's EWO acknowledges, a small recon drone
shifting to examine the area in question: half-a-dozen vehicles
revealed, well camouflaged but their engine heat vivid to the
Rotodrone's sensors.

"Rat, see them? Take them." Stephanie says simply, and the Athenas
demonstrate the versatility of their formation by breaking the circle
into another precisely-sequenced attack, cannonfire tearing along the
gully and blowing the lightly-armed missile vehicles apart. A few
survivors can be seen staggering clear as the last Athena pulls off its
strafing run.

As the tanks finish their sweep around the plain, holding their fire for
a lack of targets, the eight-wheeled APCs are crash-stopping less than a
hundred yards from the line of burning vehicles that's the edge of the
Yemeni position, troops spilling from their back doors as the APCs
launch smoke grenades to screen them and direct a withering fire with
cannon and machineguns into the enemy.

An accented, and surprisingly calm, voice cuts in on the radio, on
international distress: "Cease fire. Cease fire. We surrender."

Stephanie pauses a moment, then says "All units, check fire and hold
position. Tigers, continue advance, steady, hold fire. Rat Pack, how
long can you stay on station?"

"Twenty minutes to bingo." The Stainless Steel Rat replies. "Three sleds
requesting permission to RTB, winchester."

"Roger. Let'em go." The Kaminaris slow to a running pace for a fit man,
picking their way through the outer defences: Two and Three fan out to
the sides, as their leader steers towards a Yemeni who stands amidst the
ruins of his defences.

"Stop." Stephanie says, and the MBT does.

"What's the plan?" asks the infantry commander.

"I get out and talk. They try to kill me, we turn on the antipersonnel
zones and go back to getting mediaeval on their sorry asses." The tank
commander unfastens her harness and jacks out, then undogs her hatch and
climbs out.

The Kaminari's grey-camouflaged turret bristles, the long boxy girder of
the railgun flanked by the more conventional barrels of the coaxial
cannon and machinegun. Two small, four-barreled Gatling guns are scabbed
onto the sides, for targets as diverse as infantrymen and incoming
missiles. The hull is sleeker and smoother than the Merkava she's used
to, without the tiled layer of applique armour: this vehicle evidently
needs no bolt-on armour upgrades. Stephanie scrambles from turret to
running gear to the ground, unslinging her Ingram

The Yemeni is one of the few Jihad members you've seen who actually
looks like a soldier, and he carries himself with a confidence that
belies the dust and dirt.

"I am Major Kamal, commander of this position and of the three niobium
mines. I offer you my surrender." He speaks in good, if accented
English, and with a formal tone.

"Good. I accept." Stephanie replies. "Fall your men in to surrender
their weapons and collect your wounded for dust-off. How many men at the
mines?"

"One platoon at each, though I believe many have deserted. Nearly a
third of my troops here deserted also." Kamal removes the magazine from
his AK-97, clears the action, offers the rifle to Stephanie: turns to
bark a series of orders.

"You're a pretty educated guy, you know the original meaning of
'parole'?"

Kamal frowns, offers a word in Arabic.

"Exactly. That's what you're on right now." Stephanie returns the rifle
- much better cared for than most of the Jihad's weapons. "Excuse me for
asking, Kamal, but you don't exactly seem like your typical Jihad
soldier."

"I was thrown out of the Yemeni army." Kamal shrugs. "The official
charge was treason and embezzlement. I say it was because I was
competent, and was appointed to a post instead of the son of a general.
In either case, I escaped from the stockade before my appointment with
the firing squad. I was an able officer, unemployed, with little
reputation and less wealth, in a corner of the world where few mercenary
recruiters come. While I found Akbar's theology laughable, he paid me an
excellent wage."

"So why did you keep fighting?" Around them, Kamal's men are being
disarmed, as grey-camouflaged Rebels search for wounded among the
wrecked vehicles and collapsed slit trenches.

The Yemeni shrugs. "I had accepted Akbar's pay, eaten his bread, enjoyed
his hospitality. I was required by honour to fight until defeat was
inevitable, and then to hope you would spare the lives of my men."

"Good." The small mercenary nods. "Well, Kamal, I can't guarantee you'll
be accepted, but if you fight that well against these odds you're
welcome to apply to join us." Behind them, the first helicopter settles
into land, blowing dust and debris about as four wounded men are carried
aboard.
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- Captain S S R W Lynch <13:32:34/12-30-58>
Rusanov's Rebels

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