Neo-Calendar Year 0067
Earth, birthplace of humanity. It's been almost 70 years ago when the Great War plunged the entire civilization to ruin. People were expecting the return of humanity's dark ages. Yet the impossible did occur. An unidentified spaceship crashed into the sea. Thanks to its highly advanced technology and a mysterious organization called the Wisemen, humanity rose like phoenix from the ashes. They rebuilt society on new pillars and banded humanity under a single banner, the Earth Sphere Union (ESU). A new age had begun. The beginning of the Neo-Calendar. With the planet's ecosystem just recovering from a heavy blow, humanity began colonizing space. Within the first decade millions of people migrated to the Moon. And after three decades the Lagrange points were filled with man thousands of space colonies, each with the size of a large city or even beyond. Looking back those years could be considered the golden ages.
Nothing could be everlasting. The Wisemen had disappeared almost as fast as they came, making them seem more like a legend in the commoner's eyes. Meanwhile subtly but each of the former countries were continuing their own agenda. War of any kind was strictly forbidden within the Earth Sphere Union. But the country leaders found other means to fight out their differences. Corruption and strife was growing within the Union. At the same time the Earth was gradually healing, recovering its former beauty. Returning to the planet suddenly became a charming idea for the colonist. But the Union government had other plans. By then the political elite of the former countries completely did took over the ESU. They put heav taxes on the returning colonists and otherwise limiting people to set foot on Earth. Slowly but surely people on colonies became secondary citizen with increasingly worse conditions. This eventually had resulted in Space War One, a clash between Earth Sphere Federation and the freshly formed United Confederacy of Colonies in NC0062. The war raged on for 2 years and nearly approached the Great War in intensity. Eventually it resulted in a draw with both sides suggesting a peace treaty. It's been 3 years since then. Now the divided and weakened human race must fend off the emerging alien threat. Abductors, mysterious attackers kidnapping any person they find. Their motivations are unclear. So does nearly everything else about them. One thing is certain. Humanity is losing. The internal wars combined with the external threat brought the Union near its collapse. Desperate times we're writing. The world calls for a miracle once again. A miracle brought by heroes.
Vice's Mecha Heroes!
Mission 00 - Aliens at the Gates
20th of September, NC0067
Admiral Blanc Legrand, commander of the 4th United L1 Fleet, is a man with countless problems. Increase of Abductor attacks in his sector, shortage of military supplies, loss of manpower, incompetence of the replacement crew, attending funerals, estranged family, cheating wife and a balding head. Hell, somebody even stole his mini golf set just yesterday! Bastards!
But even with all his little problems the admiral was concentrating at something else. He was hung at the emergency phone, visibly red from anger.
"What did you say!!? WHEN!? HOW!?"
"Just 15 minutes ago, Sir. We received a transmission from the 11th Lunar Defense Fleet that they sensed multiple gravitational fluctuations from behind the dark side of the Moon. It's an Abductor attack."
Reported Ensign Kai Takamura. The Abductors use wormhole technology to reach the Solar System which thanks to the new sensors can be spotted ahead of time. Their presence so close to the Moon should mean they are going to attack the lunar cities.
"Yeah, I heard that too! The whole fleet is on standby now, you know! That wasn't the point! WHERE. IS. HIM!?"
Admiral Legrand's furry is focused on one person. That overgrown brat who constantly ignore the regulations. Looking at him, his stance, his face, his rule-breaking casual attire is enough to make his blood boil in anger. THAT guy. If he wouldn't be under that big-name company's protection Admiral Legrand would had sent him to the brig forever after their first meeting.
"Gone! Sp. Leon Weltall launched without permission. According to witnesses he said: 'something isn't right'. Then blasted off without saying anything else."
"HOW DARE HE!? THAT'S INSUBORDINATION! ..."
"That's enough, Ensign. "
Admiral Legrand put down the phone. His expression suddenly changes.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Now you've done it, brat! This is no longer just insubordination! Desertion! See you in a lifetime of prison. HAHAHAHA -!"
His gloating gets interrupted by the electric doorbell. Someone came to visit him.
"Ah, Nova-Tech? Let them in! This time not even that precious company of yours will save you, Leon Weltall!"
L4 United Forward Defense Fleet, 2 hours later
Command Bridge of the ESV1479 Fleet Flagship called "Greek Bastion". The bridge crew is busy as the mighty behemoth's systems fire up one after another.
Sounded the coarse voice of Marshall Jacob Schwartz, supreme commander of the forces patrolling the 4th Lagrange point, a place often referred to as the "Greek Camp".
The aging but still physically fit Marshall turns to his tactical officer, Eleanor Douglas, for answer.
"Nothing promising, Sir. We've got ambushed! Massive number of Abductor forces are heading towards us! Distance is...700,000! "
"Impossible! What about the lunar metropolis? Anything from the other fleets?"
"No sir! No sightings of Abductors anywhere else!"
"Damn, we've got fooled good! Perfect timing, even!"
The Marshall curses at their misfortune. It's the day of the L4 Fleet's yearly maintenance. Over 60% of the warships, including this vessel, were moments ago just idling space while awaiting the routine procedure. To cover up this weakness, both the Union and Confederacy dispatched their own teams of "specialists". Elite Mobile Frame pilots with high-spec machines, enough to make up for the fleet's sudden decrease in fighting power. But they're already several hours late! And without them this situation turned into a massive liability.
"Deploy all Mobile Frame squadrons immediately! Hold them off! How's the ship's start-up sequence going?"
"Just passed 20%, Sir."
Answered the engineering officer, Tony Burton.
"Most vessels are even worse off. At average all warships are at 12% readiness."
"Curses! Our odds are horrible. We might just barely make it in time if even that. Our defense line is?"
"Effectiveness is down to 55%. Without the warships' long-range fire support, the point defenses and Mobile Frame forces alone won't be enough to stop the enemy's advance."
"No kiddin'. If that happens order the Mobile Frame squadrons to fall back in front of our fleet! We might be seeing close combat soon!"
"Sir, enemy sighted from NW88. Distance is 78,000! No...76,000! 73,000! Raiders are close and heading straight towards us!"
Reported Samuel Davis, chief radar officer.
Raiders are special class of Abductors, specializing at speed and stealth. They have a reported tendency to sneak through the front lines and target warships, especially if it's the command vessel.
They just pulled the worst card.
"three to seven, Sir."
A small skirmishing party.
That'd explain how did they manage to get so close.
Normally, this amount would be nothing for the Greek Bastion, much less against the entire fleet.
But currently none of the warships are at the capacity to use their point defenses.
"So they plan to assassinate me, eh? Just try!"
"Engineering Officer, redirect all energy to the shields!"
"Roger that, routing all power to the Tesla Barrier"
"Tactical Officer, relay my orders to the ESV3425, ESV3441 and ESV3412. Abandon the cannons, focus all energy on the point defenses. Don't care about friendly fire, shoot down the targets!"
Eleanor noted and she opens communications with the 3 nearest warships.
"Heh, stupid aliens thinking they can outsmart me. Try this little old fashioned trap!"
The Marshall's idea is simple yet nothing less than brilliant. Knowing that time is the key for both of them he ceased the start-up process and instead focused on the ship's mighty defenses. Even if not fully operational that should protect them against a few dozen shots. Meanwhile the nearby ships put all their energy to restart their point defenses, turning the area into a death field for Raiders. With its shields up the Greek Bastion can shrug off any accidental hit her allies score in the process while the reckless skirmishers would get eliminated.
" Enemy is accelerating rapidly!!"
"Distance is 30,500. 24,300. 18,100..."
"Quickly! Concentrate all the field's power on the bridge!"
Indeed. Speed is the key for this encounter. And these Raiders have a hidden trump card. Whatever the actual method is they can suddenly double their acceleration, reaching their target sooner than either the Tesla Barrier or the others' point defenses can go fully online. The Marshall have lost the game. So the only thing he can do is just trying to buy some time and hope he can still turn the tables around. But even if the shields are potent enough to deflect the Raiders' firepower there's one weapon against which no armor or shield is enough.
The Raiders are getting extremely close.
"Don't tell me..."
Yes, the capture ray. The weapon which gave the Abductors their name. The exotic beam of the transporter ray can effortlessly pass through the Tesla Barrier, Hypercarbon armor and the impact resistant Super Glass to kidnap the whole crew in a few seconds. Taking them to God knows where.
At this range the bridge crew can even see their attackers. 4 Raider Class alien machines. While looking familiar there are certain features that make it obvious that they are an upgraded model.
The green crystals on the Raiders emit an emerald glow.
Blinding withe light passes in front of the bridge, vaporizing the Raiders without a trace.
A moment later a huge shadow flies past the window.
"IFF Code L1SJ66F11NT000-Alpha-7! Sir, it's the Starhawk!"
Eleanor says after regaining her composure.
The Marshall expresses his flat surprise.
As far as he's aware Starhawk is stationed at the L1 Defense Fleet.
What is he doing here?
More importantly how did he even get here?
The distance between Lagrange points 1 and 4 is roughly 300,000 kilometers at average.
The Marshall heard that the Starhawk has acceleration surpassing even the fastest Racing Pod but getting there under two hours is still something hard to digest.
And that timing.
Who is that man anyways?
"Starhawk, this is Greek Bastion. What are you doing here? Report your status!"
Eleanor calls the pilot .
"Starhawk, Leon Weltall is here. I just saved your asses, what else? Permission to engage the enemy."
Eleanor was obviously not impressed by the youth's response. She looked at the Marshall's direction.
While the old man didn't like Leon's attitude he did welcome the change.
"Granted. I don't know what's going on but you're now temporally under my command. Welcome aboard! For further instructions call Field Commander Jean LeBlau. Over."
Said the Marshall.
"Roger that. Over."
Their conversation ended and Eleanor notices a smirk drawn over the Marshall's face.
"How long until the specialists arrive?"
"10 to 30 minutes, Sir."
"Good, this day might not be so bad, afterall."
Said the supreme commander of the L4 Fleet as he lit a cigar.