Resurgence - The Week of Hell Day 3

==The Week of Hell Day 3==
South to the spaceport is the only chance for the FedSun survivors from the Academy. It became an atrocity right as victory looked certain. Erik led the convoy away from the Academy with anyone that could meet at the rally point. I have given the Federated Suns hope all these years! It was me! My men are loyal to me, even mercenaries know that I am the leader they will follow!
The short-lived defensive position created by Klavinsh was meant as a quick regroup, then a continued push South through the night. All of the personnel in the column were absolutely exhausted. Nowhere near enough functional machines survived the fighting that everyone had a ride and even worse the rain continued to pour down on them.  Hundreds of troops and personnel from the Academy were walking on the ground.  A number of FedSuns warriors stayed behind to keep any pursuers at bay but, they haven’t been seen since that prior evening.
The last fighting to end turned out to be the air war.  Even into the night the aerospace fighters fought like hell. Fireballs fell from the sky. But, they were key in thinning any chance of pursuers. Danger close strafing runs kept pursuers at the Academy. The Blakists figured out the FedSuns were not leveling their old Academy so kept within the compound.
Losing the Academy seemed impossible just twenty-four hours ago. Between mass and skill with the 1st Robinson’s Strikers and such a significant portion of the Davion Light Guard. Erik didn’t understand what went wrong. Multiple times he lashed out at his own lancemates and even Klavinsh, who was singlehandedly keeping the men left from desertion or taking their own lives.
Comms with the fleet had been spotty at best but finally, Erik is getting through. “How did you not warn us!”
“Watch your tone Prince’s Champion. I can unleash an orbital bombardment on your position right now and abandon your fleet here to die, but I remain here to honor our agreement.” Demanded Dominic McKenna.
“How did they blindside us with such an air assault and the treachery of the mercenaries?!” shouted Erik but with a somewhat calmer tone heeding McKenna severe response.
“I sacrificed an entire Trinary trying to breach the storm and warn you that more fighters were joining from the fleet, none of them made it. Meanwhile both us and the Blakists fought to a stalemate up here until they fell back to the fleet. All of us lost a number of pocket warships, dropships, and fighters.” Responded Dominic, his voice staying strong but lowering in volume.
“We still have significant forces in Nuvuk. The Capital city will be where we are going to turn this around. You maintaining orbital superiority is key, Galaxy Commander.”
“And we will hold. I again warn you, we should depart this world, there is no telling how far behind the rest of their invasion fleet is nor do we know what other surprises lay ahead, Prince’s Champion.” Clearly this was in reference to the mimetic armored purifiers that crippled the artillery position and provided C3 connections to the attacking front lines of the Blakists. That initial wave of accurate fire was horrifying to the FedSun’s front lines.
“I understand your concerns, Galaxy Commander but I am not going to give this planet up so easily. We will arrive at the spaceport in three days’ time. I know that we can make this work and secure this world once we hop the ocean over to Nuvuk.  Champion Actual out.” Erik killed the line.  They won’t do this to me.  I defeated Toranaga and cast the Dracs off New Avalon. Computer worshipping psychos will not defeat me here, nor will the nerves of a Clanner.
“Contact!  Contact!” Interrupts Erik’s thoughts. “To the West, To the West, multiple fast moving Battlemechs! Mercenary and Blakist!” continues Klavinsh.  Erik quickly pans his Templar’s torso to the right. He can see mechs moving South much faster than the column, some silhouettes shimmering with the reflections of lightning… Raptor IIs… All of them are out of range of weapons fire.
“Klavinsh, are they pushing us around the mountains?” asks Erik.
“Looks like they are, sir.”
Erik covered his face with his hand, squeezing his cheekbones and forehead under his neurohelmet in frustration. A small range of mountains caused their path to be where they head South, then go West, then go South again.  Going around the mountains means that they have to go South past the mountains, then West to the spaceport. It’s going to add hours, if not another day to arrive. 
“All units, keep moving, no rest until this evening.” Erik announced over the Regimental channel.
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