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Heya folks! So, I've had an idea whirling around in my head recently, as a way of showing off some ideas I've had for the UC Military. Specifically, things such as institutional culture and attitudes, and the ways the Armed services see themselves.

However, at the present moment, what you'll actually find here is just some hopefully cool ideas I came up with and wanted to write. Still,ni do intend on knocking around with those other, bigger ideas sometime, but for now, something more on the "fun" side. Hope ya like it! (If you're interested, @athenswrites , @lividdreamz, here's some stuff)

More under the cut!

[SCENE 1: WAREHOUSE]

Lights turn on, harsh, white, industrial lights, with a crash enunciating their activation. An outer row turns on first, illuminatng a large, empty, pristine warehouse, and in the shadowy spot in the centre, the sharp outlines of a massive, heavy machine of metal can be seen, shrouded in the darkness. As more rows of lights flicker on, the object at the center of attention is fully revealed. A 70 ton, 3 meter tall Conqueror, painted in full black, which only enhances the air of power given to it by the sharp lines of its armoured plates and the array of firepower mounted across it.

What is the Army?

The camera zooms in, taking the massive machine in full view, panning across the right side, taking in the track skirt plating and the side of the turret.

Is it the 6 metre long 120 millimetre cannon, which can punch a 10 kilogram dart through steel armour as thick as a fist from 3 kilometers away?

The camera pans across all 5 and a half metres of exposed barrel, from the tip of the gun, and its gaping, fire and death spitting hole, gleaming and polished, across the bore evacuator, and finally to the mantlet, where the gun meets turret, and where the sophisticated, advanced optics are kept.

[SCENE 2: DESERT]

The view cuts to a Conqueror on the move, this one coloured the sandy tan of its environment, barreling across the dunes, sometimes seemingly flying through the air. Suddenly, it comes to a stop, swinging its turret around. The camera, capturing the face of the beast, whirls around behind to capture it's target, as the barrel unleashes a deafening crack, and a cloud of smoke, fire, and metal charge out of the gun and reach out towards the opposing armtrack.

Time slows, and the camera zooms to the tip of the barrel, so close the wisps of smoke and burning sparks are detailed, and follows the dense, deadly steel dart punches out of its barrel and leaves its sheathing behind, flying in a near perfect straight line the into the hulk of a far away machine, to snuff it out in a fiery fury.

[SCENE 1]

Is it state of the art optics, targeting, and fire control systems, the best in the 12 Worlds, which see the enemy night and day, through sandstorm and snowy blizzard, tropical storm or hail?

The view turns to the suite of sensors and optics that wrap around the front of the hulking turret, the gunner's sight over the base of the barrel, the commander's mounted and spiking out and forwards above it and to its right, and another spying out in its own watchtower on top of the turret. Each of these is closely inspected, the light reflecting perfectly in the black mirrors of the lenses, a cold, emotionless glare.

[SCENE 4: SNOWY TAIGA]

A blizzard howls and shrieks over the cold pass, shaking the branches of the snow covered trees violently, and filling the air with a thick white haze. A column of wheeled armoured vehicles, armtracks, and trucks snakes it along at the bottom of the small valley, their lights barely illuminating a few metres of the road before them.

The view is switched, to a perspective from the tree line that surrounds the depression. There, nestled within the tall pines, covered by bushes and coloured netting, lies a Conqueror in waiting, its hull buried behind a dirt berm, only its sharp, smooth turret, its long and powerful gun, and its suite of sensors and optics presenting themselves to view. Across the alley, the column's vehicles, seen through the blizzard and the darkness of the night, seem like small, hazy ants, with only their own lights providing illumination.

Suddenly, the turret let's out a shrill wine, turns to correct it's aim, and barks out a shell, at the same instant joined by 3 of its comrades across the woodline, and shells streak through the mist, snow and darkness, stealing towards their targets. The guns' aims were true, the shells hit their marks, and 4 points of darkness brust into the light of flame, the valley lit bright as day in an instant.

[SCENE 1]

Is it the potent, protection systems, comprising impenetrable Laminar armour, Active Projectile Interception launchers, Signal Jamming Masts, and Protective Field Projectors that guard every face of the vehicle, which have never lost a vehicle in combat?

As each piece of technology is stated, the camera pores over the respective equipment, lingering on each piece for long enough for intricate detail to be exposed. The sharp angles and brutal faces of the Armour Plating, dull, matte, and perfectly smooth save for special mountings and gaps for optics, a thick slab of metal and ceramic. The Launchers, 4 in total, each of their 6 smaller tubes containing the Interception Charges shaped like miniature rocket pods, and mounted on high speed rotors across the turret, were electronically linked to a large suite of sensors placed across the hull of the armtrack. Then, the Mast, a tall construction of antennae, dishes, wiring and plates mounted on pivots, all arrayed on plates stacked above each other on metal poles. Lastly came the Field Projectors, mounted on all sides of the turret. Resembling television cameras, but with lenses ringed by metal wires, spikes, and small nozzles, one was paired with each Launcher, and more were set along the cardinal directions of the turret, two pointing across the gun and one each for the 3 sides.

[SCENE 4: ROAD ENTERING WOODLAND]

A column of 4 Conquerors barrels down a country road at speed, main guns bobbing up and down and turrets swung to opposite sides overwatch the sides of the path as they advance. The vehicles are painted in dull brown and greens, with netting festooned across the hulls and turrets. As they approach a thick space of woodland, the column slows down to make the turn to enter it.

Suddenly, as the lead Conqueror turns to face the woodland head on, cannons bark and missiles roar as enemy forces laying in ambush blaze their weapons at the vehicle. Time slows, and as we see the weapons making their way to their target, two missiles and a stream of autocannon fire, the defences spring into life in the defence of their vehicle. One missile, user guided by a radio, suddenly veers of course and dives into the ground well to the right of its target, and before the second makes it another metre it is met by a small, black cylinder, which bursts into flame in front of it, triggering the missile long before it reaches the target. Finally, the cloud of hot, sharp debris and stream of cannon fire meets the Field formed by the Projector, flaking, pinging, bouncing, and deorming around the slanted, flat plane of the protective shield, glowing and iridescent gold and forming shapes and patterns across it's translucent surface under the withering fire.

As the attack is commenced, and flatly rejected, time returns to its normal rate, and the ead tank rushes in reverse and veers off the road to escape another onslaught, as the second tank takes its place, aims it's gun, and let's out a mighty roar as it sends a shell of death at the enemy position.

[BLANK BLACK SCREEN]

Or, is it them?

[SCENE 2]

The first Conqueror is shown again, in its desert tan livery. Now, it stands before another ridgeline in the sand, and the number of burning hulks of dead armour has grown immensely, arrayed before them like flowers in a field. The Commander's hatch of the Conqueror now opens, and a young, dark skinned woman climbs out enough to reveal the top of her torso above the waist, as she adopts a casual lean against the rim of her hatch. Dressed in Army fatigues and wearing a helmet with full communication gear, her eyes, hidden behind dark, reflective shades, pan out across the view of carnage before her, taking in the view of her handiwork, and her comrades.

She and her vehicle are joined by a second Conqueror, clambering its way onto the dune beside it, with its own commander already with his own torso sticking out. The two soldiers wave to each other, and share a small laugh, before turning back to face the battle's carnage, as friendly vehicles already pore and charge across the battlefield before them.

[SCENE 3]

Gone is the hilltop fighting position in the treelines, above the snowy pass. Instead, we see 4 individuals, swaddled in jackets, sitting at a table in a crowded tent, the sound of chatter ringing around them. The four soldiers chat loudly amongst themselves as they eat off trays, and as the camera pans the very same Conqueror that was last shown shooting apart a column of enemy troops lies motionless in the still raging snowstorm, though now hidden underneath a tent.

The camera pans around to show the rest of the mess tent, as more tables filled with more people appear, eating, drinking, chattering animatedly amongst themselves.

[SCENE 4]

The first Conqueror, which bore the brunt of the vicious onslaught, is now shown reversed off the road, with the others in its columnstill picking off scattered enemy remnants with their cannons and machine guns. The camera now switches to shows the inside of the vehicle, and its crew.

All 4 soldiers have looks of shock, fear, and relief on their faces. The gunner tenses and hunches forwards, hands clenched on his optical equipment and breathing tense. The Commander leans back, their eyes wild, and let's out a sigh of relief, followed by a smirk. They make a comment, and the loader lets out a short laugh, and before long the crew of the vehicle bark out their own laughter and jokes. Before long, though, the camera cuts to showing them back on the road, the atmosphere back to its usual professionalism. The Conqueror retakes it's position at the head of the column, and the 4 armtracks now joined by smaller armoured vehicles and infantry, continue their advance into the woodland,

[BLANK BLACK SCREEN]

JOIN THE ARMY. BE THE ARMY

As the screen fades to full black, these words appear in view.

[END]

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