The sergeant in charge of this unit ordered the soldiers to take up firing positions and told off several to scout around and ensure no defenders were elsewhere inside this structure. Confident that nearby security was being competently handled, Drakon knelt to study his helmet display.
Shuttles were grounding in a roughly rectangular pattern defined by streets facing the last row of buildings before the open area surrounding the main base of Haris’s ground forces. The buildings offered protection against aimed fire from the base as the shuttles came down. Drakon could see the symbols for soldiers spilling out of each shuttle as it landed, then scattering into the buildings for cover as the shuttles leaped skyward again to rendezvous with the freighters and pick up another load of soldiers. There were few reports of contact with enemy forces to be seen, and those individual enemy soldiers encountered had either faded back toward their base or vanished into the buildings on the other side of the street from those occupied by Drakon’s troops.
As the first wave of ground forces consolidated their positions, Drakon could see his square perimeter taking shape, the enemy ground forces base in the center and the rest of the city outside.
Like many Syndicate ground fortifications, the base had been deliberately constructed inside a dense section of a city, ruthlessly maintaining a clear security area around the base but leaving the buildings beyond that in place. Drakon had been told that the original designs had been intended to prevent ground forces mutinies by keeping them in areas easy for the snakes to monitor, to allow easy use of ground forces to suppress demonstrations or riots by citizens in the cities, and had also been constructed amid cities because the Alliance had once shied away from bombardments of civilian targets. That last piece of logic had lost any meaning as the war went on for decade after decade, and the Alliance began bombing as indiscriminately as the Syndicate mobile forces, but the Syndicate had never made a habit of changing any of its practices just because they no longer offered any benefits.
One significant negative of his forces’ current position was that this first line of buildings facing the base consisted of fairly low structures to avoid blocking lines of sight against targets in the air. At only three or four stories tall, these buildings were overlooked by the taller structures across the street. But since Drakon didn’t intend staying in these buildings, that shouldn’t be a problem for very long.
He had dropped with Gaiene’s brigade, which was forming into a half square centered on the hexagonal shape of the Syndicate ground forces base. Warning symbols glowed all around the outside of the Syndicate fort, cautioning of active defenses as well as mines and other hazards. Having watched the Midway attack force approaching for days, the Syndicate forces had received enough warning to concentrate inside the fort and ensure all of the base’s defenses were prepared.
On the other side of the Syndicate base, Kai’s brigade was dropping and forming into another half square, linking up with Gaiene’s to completely surround the Syndicate soldiers. Under cover inside the buildings just beyond the base’s cleared security perimeter, the vast majority of Drakon’s forces were facing inward, preparing to assault the base, only a few watching their backs for threats coming from outside the circle. With the Syndicate ground forces trapped inside that base, there shouldn’t be—
Alerts appeared on Drakon’s helmet display as a chorus of shouts and warnings cut across the comm circuits. He forced himself to study the information carefully instead of barking out orders before understanding what was happening. Threat symbols flickered in and out as momentary detections registered on the sensors of battle armor worn by the scouts conducting reconnaissance of the buildings outside the perimeter.
“What have we got?” Drakon asked.
“General,” Colonel Kai said, sounding annoyed the way he usually did when something interfered with the smooth progression of a plan. “The squads I sent to search the buildings outside our perimeter are spotting indications of enemy ground forces.”
“How many? I’m seeing contacts fade in and out.”
“My scouts are estimating the enemy in that area at about platoon strength. It’s hard to tell, though, because the enemy ground forces are avoiding contact.”
“Avoiding contact?” Drakon questioned. “Are they running?”
“No,” Kai said. “They are remaining in the area but evading contact whenever my scouts try to close. I have ordered my scouts to cease pursuit because it looked very much like they were being drawn into an ambush.”
There were times when Kai’s caution paid off, and this was such a time, Drakon thought. “Good move. You’re right. If they are staying close but just out of contact, they must want us to pursue.”
“Should I reinforce my scouts, have them hold position, or withdraw?”
Drakon frowned, one part of his attention watching as the shuttles kept rising to pick up the next wave of soldiers from the freighters. Any of the three options could be justified based on what was known. “What does the senior soldier on the scene think?”
“I will link them in and ask. Sergeant Gavigan, what is your feel for the situation?”
Gavigan’s voice was steady, but her words carried uncertainty. “Everything our sensors can see feels fine, Colonel. But there’s something about this that doesn’t feel fine. I’ve got my scouts widely dispersed, and they’ve all got that crawly feeling like people are infiltrating around them. We’re not getting new detections right now. Just that feeling. We sent out gnats, those are what picked up most of the unknowns we spotted earlier, but the enemy must have deployed wasps because our gnats have been dying fast.”
If the gnats, tiny robotic scouts which could not do very much or for very long distances but were very hard for enemies to spot, were being taken out by wasps, slightly larger robotic hunters whose sole function was to spot and destroy gnats, then whoever was hiding from his scouts wasn’t just a patrol caught outside the base. They were equipped to deal with Drakon’s scouts and capable enough to employ concealment and countermeasures to remain almost entirely hidden.
Drakon glanced around at the fine dust in the air from the recent bombardments and the damage to the buildings. “Do you have enough dust floating where you are to spot stealth suits in motion, Sergeant Gavigan?” Even the best stealth suits could not avoid revealing their presence amid smoke, mist, or dust.
“Yes, sir, General. There’s enough dust. We can’t see anything moving…”
“But…” Drakon prompted.
“I’d really like to fall back and concentrate my forces a little, General. If it was up to me. But we’ll push on and see what we can find if those are our orders.”
“Colonel Kai?” Drakon asked.
“We are still pretty thin on the ground,” Kai pointed out. “If I reinforce the scouts, it will have to come from forces preparing to assault the base.”
That decided Drakon. “Bring your scouts back in, to the near side of the buildings across the street from our perimeter, and have them maintain a close watch. Leave snoops behind. I want to see what follows the scouts when they pull back. Have your other forces continue their assigned tasks.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kai had scarcely signed off before more alerts sounded. “We’ve got something out there,” Gaiene reported. “Unknown strength, avoiding contact.”
“Are your scouts pursuing?” Drakon demanded.
“With extreme caution.”
“Pull them back. Near side of the buildings across the street from your half of the perimeter. Leave snoops when they fall back. Did your scouts send out gnats?”
“Yes, sir,” Gaiene said. He might be a frequent drunk in garrison, but in a fight he was on top of every detail. “But the gnats are getting eaten.”