Dragoons at New Aragon (BotH AU)

==Description==
Bases on the events triggered in the Blood on the Horizon main story, the famed mercenary unit, Wolf's Dragoons while operating under contract with House Davion during contracted action against to retake the New Aragon from the Capellan Confederation. Where history of the of New Aragon would be rewritten.
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==Story==
===Remembering a Passing Comment===
Date: April 1st, 3008
Location: New Aragon, Capellan Confederation
<<"Colonel Wolf, we're taking severe damage from Capellan Aerospace assets,">> Marshal Vernon Fredricks's voice cracked through the static. <<"Half of our dropships are damaged, and we're going to be delayed in any assistance we can provide.">>
 
"Our aerospace support has been weakened, but we will push forward regardless," Jaime replied. "Beta Regiment has taken the most damage, but Alpha and Gamma will push on to our objectives."
<<"Watch the skies,">> Fredricks cautioned. <<"We didn't pinpoint where their ASF assets came from.">>
 
With that, the two of them cut their communications. Leaving Jaime Wolf to begin coordinating the offloading of the rest of his forces. 
 
"So, what're we up against?" leaned over the desk as the comms shifted into static. "I slept through the briefing."
 
"1st and 2nd Kearny Highlanders," Jaime replied, a sigh escaping his lips. "They are a step up from everyone we've faced so far. Professionals and veterans in every definition of the word. The MRB lists them as a Veteran unit, but Wolfnet reports that they are more likely being underestimated."
 
"Then it'll be a good fight!" Natasha grinned. "I'll make sure my company is ready for a fight."
 
Jaime nodded and waited for her to leave the Command Center of the Dire Wolf. 
 
"Keep an eye on her," he commanded his brother. "Try to prevent her from doing anything too reckless."
 
"We both know that keeping her on a leash is a dangerous game," Joshua smirked. "It's part of what makes her so attractive."
 
"What happens between the two of you can remain private," Jaime replied. "Now, I've got a battle to command."
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===Placing Plans into Motion===
Location: New Aragon, Capellan Confederation
Date: April 4th, 3008
 
<<"Colonel Wolf, we are getting hammered by presighted artillery! 3rd Battalion has taken heavy casualties, and I am pulling back to navpoint delta!">>
 
Colonel Jeremy Ellman's voice was calm despite the chaos and destruction that could be heard in the background. The former Elemental was no stranger to harsh combat.
 
"Pull all of Beta out," Jaime replied. "I will rotate Delta into position, and Gamma will begin flanking maneuvers."
"Aff, Colonel," Jeremy's Black Knight shuddered under a flurry of LRM fire. "Beginning withdrawal now."
 
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"To advance again at their defenses would be suicidal!")) Colonel Travis King opened a private comms channel to Jaime. (("I will do it, but we will be forced to withdraw afterward."))
 
(("I know,")) Jaime's voice was firm. (("I just need them distracted while Beta pulls back. They're getting hammered by artillery."))
 
"Shit," King swore. "I will handle this, but it will cost a heavy price. King, out."
 
He tuned his Battlecomputer to the rest of his regiment, noting the details being fed to him from their local comms and battlenet. 
 
"Delta, we are being ordered into the breach once more," he nodded, realizing the command battalion was the most intact. 
 
"Open fire with artillery on my command; we will advance under the cover that it provides."
 
With a sharp command, King stomped onto his pedals, driving his Archer forward, leading the charge into the mountain pass guarded carefully by the 1st and 2nd Kearny Highlanders. 
 
As the artillery fire died off, the heavy Mechs and vehicles of Delta began to suffer heavy damage, and the wireframe diagram on King's own Archer began to glow a dull orange from all of the damage. 
 
Craters pockmarked the ground, and tanks stopped in the cover they provided as the volume of incoming missiles and PPCs intensified. 
 
"Fall back!" King commanded, swinging the fist of his 'mech back towards the entrance to the pass. "We will take no more losses today!"
Standing firm, the Archer was shrouded in smoke as missiles flew and impacted on a fixed emplacement, shattering armor and stopping at least one point of fire. 
 
"Colonel, get out of there!" Major Sarah Weisz called. "We have enemy aerospace assets pushing in!"
 
Turning, King accelerated and moved to full speed, the pair of medium lasers on his rear torso reaching out at extreme range one last time as fighters streaked overhead. 
 
A burst of autocannon fire echoed through the pass as a Transit punched through the rear armor of King's 'Mech. The rounds found an ammunition bin and sent the Archer stumbling as the secondary explosions began to ripple through the torso. 
 
Slamming his fist down on the big red button, Travis held on tightly as his command couch rocketed through the cockpit, sending him free and clear of the ammo detonation and into the sky. 
 
A few moments later, just as the acceleration stopped and gravity began to take hold, his parachute deployed. Leaving him at the mercy of the winds.
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Date: April 30th, 3008
 
"We are deadlocked," Jaime looked around at the faces of his command staff. "Their positions are well defended, and we have failed to breach their lines."
 
"We need something to break through," newly minted Colonel Weisz sighed, a defeated look on her face. "And Zeta isn't here to do something stupid."
 
"Both Zeta and the Marksman will be here in two weeks," Jaime replied. "I have a plan to break through the lines, but it will require careful coordination with both. Unfortunately, we are only getting one Marksman battalion to assist with Zeta. The other battalion contracted with the Davions is arriving later. Only one of their JumpShips possesses a Lithium-Fusion battery and they are hot-charging to ensure they arrive in time."
 
"So what's the plan?" Natasha Kerensky asked. "You're leaving us in suspense here?"
 
"Zeta and the Marksman will be dropping on the now identified bases where the aerospace squadrons are stationed," Jaime touched a control, and the table produced a holographic map of the area. "They will then move to attack the fortified positions from the rear while Alpha and Gamma regiments punch through the weakened defenses."
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Travis pulled the thin jacket closer around his body as he walked through the mountain's snow. 
 
"I should have paid more attention during evasion training," He grunted, pausing to peer through the scope of his rifle to scout ahead. 
 
He had been walking through the mountains for two weeks, and his small Comms unit could not breach the enemy jamming to reach the rest of the Dragoons and request pickup. 
 
 But this was also the first time he'd had a clear spot to attempt to reach through, and kneeling on the side of the cliff, he began to tune into the proper channels. 
 
>>"Marksman ***dr** sta**** f*r ***sault!"<<
 
The radio crackled. 
 
"Come on!" He slammed a fist on the device, and the static cleared up. 
 
>>"Colonel Mark Hull of the Marksman Mercenary company, we are currently subcontracted by the Wolf's Dragoons. Surrender, and you will be treated as prisoners of war in accordance with the laws of war."<<
 
<("Or don't,")> the familiar voice of Frank Wells chimed in. <("It will be more fun that way!")>
 
The voices broke up once again as the glow of DropShips and 'mechs "falling" from the sky began to take shape. The external jump pods fell off both battalions as they began wreaking havoc on the Highlanders' lines.
 
(("This is Colonel Travis King to any friendly forces; I am in need of assistance!"))
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--FINI--
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Dragoons at New Aragon
Dragoons at New Aragon
Dragoons at New Aragon