Wednesday, 13 May 2020

D-71: Empire Fleet Commander Burtok, Faslane System, Battle Report submitted to Navy Command Havakurl

Ursidae fleet consisting of eight destroyer-class, four cruiser-class, one battleship-class, one escort-carrier entered system as a group. Piquet ships engaged with long range missiles and withdrew under fighter harassment.

Enemy fleet split into two groups. The smaller group (Bogey-A) of two destroyers, one cruiser, and a squadron of fighters set course for the belt mining stations. We had no ships that far out and in a position to intercept.

The larger group (Bogey-B) headed at flank speed in-system toward the nearest of the three inhabited planets, Chester. Despatched the Faslane home-fleet on direct intercept. The Empire contingent was ordered to maintain a protective screen around Chester.

At the thirty-two hour mark a long range missile engagement commenced. This was mildly effective; one enemy destroyer was clearly damaged and other hits were scored. In return fire we lost seven Fast Attack Boats, and the Battleship Heroic-Fortitude suffered a grazing hit. A greater percentage of our missiles hit but our own defences were overwhelmed by the number of missiles they were able to launch. Analysis suggests that at least two of the destroyers were specialist missile boats.

The fleets interpenetrated and Heroic-Fortitude inflicted serious damage on two destroyers and the enemy battleship, but was lost when rammed by an enemy destroyer. Our Fast Attack Boats stripped the enemy of most of its fighter escort but another twelve of our boats were lost. I ordered the Fast Attack Boats to reverse course and pursue. The cruisers Nathan-Brook and Danan-Bloom were ordered to vector onto Bogey-A and engage at earliest opportunity.

Bogey-B continued accelerating in-system their trajectory suggested they intended a grazing run against the orbital stations above Chester. Accordingly, I deployed the Empire contingent so as to intercept. As per standard operation procedure the seeded seeker mines in the projected path and deployed behind them. The Empire ships engaged with missiles and the enemy Escort Carrier was destroyed. The enemy did not engage us with missiles.

The minefields proved ineffective.

During the orbital-pass engagement three of the stations were destroyed and a further two suffered serious damage, it seems the enemy had reserved a significant supply of their missiles for the stations.

During the pursuit out-system further hits were scored on the enemy battleship and the three damaged destroyers were crippled. One subsequently detonated itself. We lost no ships during this phase. The enemy jumped out of system.

The Nathan-Brook and Danan-Bloom were unable to intercept the smaller enemy flotilla before it jumped out of system. A number of belter stations and facilities were raked with laser fire in passing, but these operations can be restored within a few weeks.



Tuesday, 12 May 2020

D-71: Wayk, Commander Bosahtchobui, Address to the 243rd Ursidae fleet


Ursids of the fleet both officers and underlings I speak to each and everyone of you, today we commence a new operation. It is the next step in the grand plan for Ursidae domination of this sector. We are taking this space from the humans who two hundred years ago ignored our warnings and claimed ownership of our ancestral systems.

Two hundred years of humiliation, two hundred years of the disgusting filth walking on our soil. Two hundred years of gross insult to the honour of the Ursidae.

I know your teeth thirst for the blood of the foe that dishonours your race, but I warn you that the humans you find ahead of you are not worthy of the blood-death. They have no honour, they have no god-soul. Even as you conquer them, remember they are lower than prey animals, worthy only of your contempt. Beat them. Whip them. Crush them beneath you. They are slaves of no value.

We go forth to conquer Kranel. We go to take back ownership of our land, our soil, our right, our future. Captains, prepare to jump.

Monday, 11 May 2020

D-71: Heart, Southern Continent, unknown soldier's diary recovered from battlefield

We were jammed in the transport. All the seats were full, casualties in the walkway, no medics. I was standing in the footspace of a seat with two guys jammed on it. Every time the truck hit a bump the injured screamed. I saw one of the guys use his own sedative on one of the injured. Hope he made it. I didn't recognise anyone, none from my company. Inside that truck was nightmare material, but I was relieved to be in there. Four days in a pit just waiting. Then boom.

I was dug in on a hillside and I could see the sea. It erupted, like a volcano. No, a whole line of volcanoes. First a huge crash a mile out, then another closer, and another. It came in, explosion after explosion. When they hit the land each one was like an earthquake. They went past on my left smashing everything. Dirt rained down, and bricks, and concrete. Lucky to not be hit. I put my resper on, the air was thick with dirt. I'd seen the training films about ortillery, the orbital stuff, but it just doesn't prepare you. Not for the real thing. I was shaking for hours after.

When the air cleared, the rest of the company was gone. There was just dirt. The woods, the buildings, even the roads we used to move up, it was all gone. It was weird too, not just the being scared, but that on my left was nothing, and on my right everything was normal. The city was still there, unhurt, or it looked unhurt. But the other way, nothing. I don't know if I'm the only one left from 3rd.

When we were kicked off the transport I didn't know where we were, still don't. We’re in some hills, there are mountains to the North. Some officers were stomping around. They grouped us into fire teams and told us to dig in. I used my knife as I'd lost my digging kit. I'm here with five other guys and you better believe we dug in. Took turns with the digging gear they had. By the time we'd finished we were able to stand up and our heads couldn't be seen, we even had dug outs. After seeing the amount of debris last time we wanted something over our heads. No food.



Sunday, 10 May 2020

D-72: Havakurl, Field Marshal Pater Napier's home office, official notarised record

The Field Marshal was woken after a mere two hours rest. His ADC, Monkton, had a communique. He prepared a cup of coffee while the Marshal read the note.  After reading, the Marshal moved to the map table and gratefully took the coffee from Monkton, who said nothing and stood quietly behind the Marshal as he studied the map.

"Monkton get the ship-building, and forward deployment schedules."

With a crisp "Sir" the ADC slipped from the office. The Marshal moved around the table and examined it from a different view point. He'd sipped his coffee twice between musings before the ADC returned and placed the reports on the table.

"Answer me this. How many jump-4 comms-boats are on route to the front right now?"

The ADC flipped open one of the report folders. "One hundred and six sir."

"How many jump-5 and jump-6?"

Without looking the ADC said, "Four."

Marshal Napier used the side of his hand to measure various distances on the star map. "Its not enough Monkton. My information is too out of date. Too few boats." The Marshal retired to his chair before continuing. "We lose too many comms-boats. They jump into systems the Ursidae have invaded and never come back. The boats we still have don't have the legs, they take two or three jumps, two or three weeks to bring me out of date information. There's nothing for it, we, I , need to get nearer the front shorten the distance."

"But sir," the ADC appeared worried, "we are already within jump-5 of Thaoson, and we know they have some strike ships that can reach here."

The Marshal finished his coffee, set the cup down and pondered a few seconds before answering. "As do we Monkton, as do we. Plan an immediate move to the Shula system. From there I'll be nearer to the latest Ursi' push and it wont hurt to be nearer the Naegarn, it'll help with coordination."

"Yes sir right away."

"And Monkton, sweep the highports again. Anything capable of Jump that's not already in service, commandeer it. Don't take any excuses from the nobles this time. If it jumps, it joins the service, we need better comms."

"The king will complain."

The Marshal's eyes hardened. "Start with the king’s yacht, and I'll visit his Majesty first thing. Damnit Monkton! Why'd you give me coffee, I need bloody sleep."


Saturday, 9 May 2020

D-72: Kranel, Boone Family Dome, Jerome Boone's personal diary

Just got back from Tijeks Dome. It smelled bad. Everything's still working but there's a tension. I had to ask Hank to speak up. Normally he deafens you across the store, but everyone is whispering. I don't know how to write it, its a feeling, a hunch, maybe?  I got the cleaner fluids and the algae feed.

Its the Ursidae, got to be. Hank was saying the ships from Wayk are late. That's bad. Gharlan and Thaoson haven't sent any trade our way for months. Hank says he knows a guy that had a trader friend that's disappeared. He ran a trade route to Lunak and back, regular as clockwork. One week to Lunak, two days there and a week back, two days here and back out again. He hasn't come back from Lunak. Worried.

I haven't said anything to anyone, not even Jane. I'm going to start digging a bunker. I've been saying for years we should have a second farm tunnel, so I'm going to tell everyone that's what I'm doing. I need to make plans, it'll need its own separate air and water, power. Hide the entrance? I won't be able to hide a hidden entrance from the family. I'll get it set up and then worry about hiding it.

D-72: Sunodar, Emergency Powers Committee, transcript extract

Attendees
Prime Minister: Jacob Mitska
Armed Forces Liasion: Major Sera Dolitsak
House Leader: Dr Chand Iller
Intelligence Secretary: Sir Kaur
Food Security Minister: Ellisha Espin
Transport Minister: Javan Willis
Health Minister: Idrees Preat

Prime Minister: Well Idrees, how bad is it?

Health Minister: Fifteen ships from Heart.

Armed Forces Liaison: Seventeen, there were two escorts.

Health Minister: Yes. Thank you. Fifteen ships filled with hospital cases. The up-port medical facilities are overwhelmed, the cases are being brought down as quickly as possible. Javan?

Transport Minister: We've directed all non-essential port shuttles from all stations to work with the hospital ships.

Health Minister:  The hospitals in the downport facility will be filled within a matter hours. Then we'll be shuttling the cases to other cities.

Prime Minister: Spirits save us. How many people are we talking about?

Health Minister: I'm not sure.
Armed Forces Liaison: Around twenty five thousand. That's an estimate. Most of the ships were well over capacity except one which was only half full.

Health Minister: Are you sure about that number?
Armed Forces Liaison: Sir. It's as accurate as I can be. There were no manifests.

Prime Minister: Idrees?

Health Minister: We don't have room. Not nearly enough. We've err. I mean.

Prime Minister: Yes?

Health Minister: I'll need to speak to my team. We need to set up temporary hospitals. I had no idea. We don't have enough staff!

Prime Minister: Major. Can the military assist? Can you open the military hospitals to these men?

Armed Forces Liaison: All military facilities are close to capacity because of our own casualties.

Prime Minister: Idrees, you need to get on this right now. Go.

Health Minister: Yes, of course.

[Door opens/closes]

Transport Minister: Major.

Armed Forces Liaison: Sir.

Transport Minister: I'm looking at these ships. Most over capacity, one only half filled.

Armed Forces Liaison: I imagine there's a lot of. Well, let's says it must be chaotic at the other end.

Prime Minister: What's the latest from Heart? Did these ships bring you any more information?

Armed Forces Liaison: They did and some of it I would classify as need to know.

Food Security Minister: You want me to go Major?

Prime Minister: One minute Ellisha. Can you summarise your report before you go?

Food Security Minister: Rationing is now in place, surpluses are being stored near all habitation centres as planned.

Prime Minister: Problems?

Food Security Minister: A few riots. Trouble getting enough cold-storage. Oh, and preservatives. But I have some plans to get around that.

Prime Minister: We'll talk later.

[Door opens/closes]

Prime Minister: Major.

Armed Forces Liaison: There was no official military communication on the ships that just arrived. That in itself is very telling. There was no civilian mail either. We've conducted preliminary interviews with the captains of the ships and it seems pretty grim. The Heart void-Navy has taken a beating, at least three battleships have been lost and quite a few smaller ships. All orbital stations over Heart were hit in the first wave. The captains claim they are all non-operational. The casualties we've received are a mixture of civilians and military. The Ursidae are on Heart, but it’s clearly still being defended. or at least. It was a week ago.

Prime Minister: Can we help at all?

Armed Forces Liaison: Only at the expense of our own defences.

Prime Minister: And we may not get help from Covuni or Trants, for weeks, or at all.

Armed Forces Liaison: Indeed. Sir I have a question of policy.

Prime Minister: Yes?

Armed Forces Liaison: The ships that just arrived. I've ordered the captains of the two escorts to stand by. They're desperate to return to Heart. I don't believe that's the right option. I'd like to add them to our inventory.

Prime Minister: Boost our defences, at Heart's expense? I have the legal power, all military ships are Neagarn service first, planetary second.

Transport Minister: We should grab the transports too.

Armed Forces Liaison: I agree with Mr Willis.

Prime Minister: They'll hang me.

Armed Forces Liaison: Only if we fight off the invasion sir.

Prime Minister: Military humour.

[Multiple people laughing]

Prime Minister: Major. Are you basing your advice on the fact that. Because the Ursidae are on the ground at Heart?

Armed Forces Liaison: Yes sir. And the state of these ships. I think they'll do more good for the Naegarn cause here.

Prime Minister: Hanging be damned. Let's do it. Act on it, I'll sign the paperwork as soon as I see it.


Friday, 8 May 2020

D-72: Heart, Marshal Nell Ferreday's HQ bunker, recovered communiques

From: Commander T. Shuit ,Kaylen-City HQ
To: Marshal N. Ferreday, Southern Continent HQ

Sir, have ordered the 7th, 13th, and 23rd divisions to withdraw from the coastal region. The Ursidae have made a series of attacks here. In each case limited orbital bombardment on our troop concentrations. Then followed up with destroyer-class starships which I have been unable to counter, limited air defence resources. They've not attacked any of the major cities along the coast. Am leaving independent battalion forces dug in around the cities of Shayden and Houan. I do not have resources to evacuate civilians.

From: Marshal N. Ferreday, Southern Continent HQ
To: Commander T. Shuit ,Kaylen-City HQ

Commander you are to immediately cancel your withdrawal. Stand your ground.

From: Commander T. Shuit ,East of Kaylen-City Mobile HQ
To: Marshal N. Ferreday, Southern Continent HQ

Sir, I am continuing to withdraw. 7th division is reduced to 30% strength, and its the strongest of my divisions. We are being pounded and can't hit back. I repeat that our air force is gone. We have nothing to hit the Ursidae destroyers with. Since the void-Navy was destroyed I have no hope of suitable support. We will dig in on the Covenant line.

From: Marshal N. Ferreday, Southern Continent HQ
To: Commander T. Shuit ,East of Kaylen-City Mobile HQ

Tommi, dig in where you are. The Covenant line is gone. Spirits bless you. May they bless us all.

D-72: Naegarn starship "Silk King", parsec 0804, extract from personal diary of Ensign Gordon Dimmock


I don't know whether to be happy or sad. First the captain thinks I might have a point about the solar interference with Hill's detector device. I don't know what he's picking up with that thing, but Hill doesn't strike me as someone clever enough to come up with something humanity has been seeking for centuries! The Captain told me not to speak to Hill, something to do with not-distracting him, I'm glad, Hill isn't a nice guy. Anyway I get to use the computer to test my theory when I'm off-duty and its free. It's really nice to be trusted by the Captain.

I'm sad. No. It's a sad-excited feeling. We've spotted Ursidae. They seem to be stock piling out here, close to home. The crew think it can only mean they're building a staging site. From here they could reach three of our systems. Including home.

I keep getting the shakes. Its stress. I want the captain to storm in and blast that stockpile, and stop them dead in their tracks, but he won't do it. Jakeson told me it wouldn't happen. "We're out here to collect intelligence." I'm glad we're doing our part, but a couple of missiles now could blast the whole stash.


D-72: Naegarn starship "Silk King", Captain Torlen Shadth, parsec 0804, extract from ships log

Running quiet, tenth consecutive twenty-four hour cycle. Batteries sufficient for a further three cycles.

Dr HIll's device appears to be working. If the results are to be believed he is detecting an average of three jump signatures passing through this region every cycle. Ensign Dimmock is running correlation checks against all nearby star intensities, he suspects the Doctor's jump signatures are really just radio emanations from the nearby stars. I believe the idea may have merit.

Later: Seven Usridae ships. Four transports, three small escorts emerged from jump. Ninety-two light minutes distant. Transports unloaded cargo with station keeping framework. Unable to ascertain cargo type, suspect fuel. One escort remains on station, the other two made a brief active search before jumping out. I do not believe we were detected. Dr Hill's equipment registered all the jumps, most importantly his system predicted the appearance of the Ursidae ships by four minutes, although not the direction.

Preface

There have been many grand histories written about the Second Ursidae Invasion, covering the grand strategies, the fleet movements, and the political machinations that drove the decision making. There have also been hundreds if not thousands of personal recollections and memoirs covering the same period in history.

In these pages we will look not at a single person's memories, but at the memories of many of the participants. We will not look at the grand strategy, but at a single military operation that could make or break the alliance against the common Ursidae enemy.

Through personal memoirs, official communiques, ships logs, news reports, and a myriad other sources, we will tell the story of a single supply convoy that battled against the odds through everything the enemy could throw at it, to delivery vital war materiel to desperate allies.

Of course this has not been the work of just myself. No one person could have collated or collected this information, indeed it was not possible for just humans to collect it. This preface is not an apt place to list all of the sophonts that aided in the compilation of the documents used to create this work, and the names of them all can be found in the appendix. However I feel that I must mention two Ursidae who were of especial value in my researches.

Firstly His Honour Botaxcoahu the Ursidae ambassador to The Empire of Man during the period this work covers. Without his aid I would not have been able to access the official archives of the Ursidae military. His contacts and understanding of the Ursidae administrations security concerns was invaluable in securing the documents I used, and his intercession on my behalf released a number of documents that had not already been declassified.

Secondly but not any less important, was Fleet Marshal Aeebuipechhuj, who gladly rendered his services as translator, as correspondent, and of course as a friend. His phonetic transliterations of the Ursidae language into standard Imperial have been used throughout this work.

- Charles Oman