Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C110

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Ferdinand Arnold crouched in the shadow of his cover, lighting a solid fuel block beneath a can of beef while shoving dry, tasteless energy biscuits into his mouth. The rebel assault had paused about five minutes ago, and he planned to make the most of this brief respite by filling his belly as quickly as possible. In just over an hour, reinforcements from two western divisions would arrive, sealing the fate of the Northern Sunaru Alliance once and for all.

And Major Ferdinand Arnold? He would lead his men on the hunt, decorating his chest with medals earned from the heads of those insurrectionists.

The Sea Falcon Commandos were the crown jewel of Krotan’s ground defense forces—the elite marine unit renowned for their unmatched individual combat prowess. As second-in-command of this formidable force, Ferdinand carried himself with pride, especially when dealing with rebels.

These vermin, these ants—how dare they bite the hand that feeds them? They thrived under the empire’s protection, bathed in the light of the "Celtic" holy sword, ate government rations, and basked in Krotan’s brilliant sunshine. And yet, they dared to rise up against it all. Such audacity was unforgivable.

To Ferdinand, Marion was nothing more than a rat scurrying from one star system to another, spreading chaos wherever he went. What future could anyone hope for by following such a person? Did they really believe the Garcia Resistance could overthrow the empire? Ridiculous. Planet Krotan would be their graveyard.

The rich aroma of warm, tender meat teased his taste buds, and Ferdinand greedily slurped down the savory juices, licking every last drop of grease from his fingers. Yes, aside from a handsome salary and prestigious honors, the excellent food served in the Sea Falcons was one reason he’d stayed in the military instead of transferring out.

Unfortunately, due to the urgency of this mission, they’d only brought along some solid rations and bottled water, leaving behind the cook's famous vegetable stew—a heartbreaking omission for someone who considered themselves a true foodie.

Thinking back on the raid, Ferdinand found himself unexpectedly impressed by Aldrich. That polished, middle-aged man who spent his days seated in the governor’s office at Falkbys Palace, staring out the window at the "Celtic" holy sword, didn’t strike many as a strategic genius. But here Ferdinand was, reevaluating his earlier assumptions.

Could any armchair general have devised this tactic? Could someone so often dismissed as inept have such a clear grasp of the eastern Odinn Continental Theater?

Aldrich had used the rebellion erupting on the Diromos Plateau as a pretext to withdraw troops from Mond City, feigning an advance northwest to quell the uprising. In reality, he dangled bait to lure the rebels into attacking. Then, with a flick of his pen, he ordered the 408th Armored Division stationed at the Diromos Airbase to stage a diversionary strike, coordinating with the 508th Division in the southwest to form a pincer movement aimed squarely at Mond City.

Montgomery, that fool, assumed Mond City’s proximity to Makanda made it an ideal fallback point. Little did he know Aldrich had anticipated this very thought, dispatching a stealthy combined fleet of submarines and surface ships to bypass radar coverage along the southeastern coast controlled by the Southern Sunaru Alliance. Like a dagger slipping through the shadows, they struck straight at Loot Bay, launching a covert attack on the Makanda Arsenal.

In truth, Aldrich had overlooked one factor. By his calculations, the rebels should have launched a lightning-fast blitzkrieg on Mond City, seeking to capture it swiftly and link Makanda, Mond City, and the Diromos Plateau into a single strategic line. Once established, this front would allow them to project power across central Sunaru River regions, threatening the First Legion’s rear bases and even Rheinstadt on the Miluo Plateau. On defense, they could fortify a line stretching north to south, securing control of the eastern coastline and deepening the influence of Garcia resistance ideology among Krotan natives, sparking further revolts.

Montgomery had indeed acted according to plan, but surprisingly, he chose to remain behind at the Makanda Arsenal rather than accompany the army. Aldrich’s orders to the Sea Falcon Commandos were clear: seize the arsenal, coordinate with the naval task force offshore, and respond to the 408th and 508th armored divisions’ advances by encircling Mond City and forcing the Northern Sunaru Alliance into checkmate.

But when word reached headquarters that the Sea Falcons were encountering fierce resistance from Montgomery’s personal guard battalion, Aldrich abruptly scrapped the original plan. A new strategy was drafted and sent to the flagship of the combined fleet, the missile destroyer Izumo, now serving as the command center.

The revised directive was simple: pin Montgomery down, disrupt communications between the rebel command center and their units using electronic warfare, and leverage the fleet’s medium-range strike capabilities to harass reinforcements and whittle away at rebel forces. When the 408th and 508th arrived, they would launch a coordinated pincer attack, aiming to annihilate the entire Northern Sunaru Alliance in one fell swoop.

Aldrich’s tactical brilliance won over most of the Sea Falcon Commandos. His decisions showcased not only a masterful understanding of the broader battlefield but also exceptional military acumen.

Ferdinand swallowed the last bite of beef, extending his tongue to savor the greasy remnants on his lips.

“Boss, there’s movement on the other side,” came Sapir’s voice from atop the vacuum induction stove.

Ferdinand rolled over, poking his head out to peer at the row of partially collapsed factory buildings across the way. Sure enough, amidst the ruins, several metal-clad figures shuffled about, surveying the battlefield.

“Men, get ready. Those rebels are coming to die again,” Ferdinand called out, hoisting the fearsome “Thor’s Wrath” heavy machine gun beside him.

Time and time again, the Sea Falcon Commandos proved that the Northern Sunaru Alliance was as fragile as clay before their might. Each roar of “Thor’s Wrath,” each burst of high-caliber gunfire, left corpses strewn across the ground. Watching rebels explode into clouds of crimson mist upon impact—was there anything more exhilarating?

True, the enemy kept trying to fight back—they never gave up—but what good did it do? Against the Sea Falcons, entrenched in superior positions, their efforts seemed pitiful. Ordinary firearms couldn’t penetrate the armor of the “Guardian Knight” exosuits, and heavier weapons struggled to punch through the fortified covers.

The only real threats came from powerful rocket launchers or vehicle-mounted artillery—and even then, only if they managed direct hits. Shrapnel from collapsing structures or explosive blasts barely scratched the surface of the powered armor protecting the commandos.

Not to mention the warships lurking in Loot Bay, whose precision-guided anti-tank missiles ensured any armored vehicles foolish enough to show themselves would regret it dearly.

All things considered, breaking the stalemate and advancing? For the rebels, it was next to impossible.

Scattered throughout the nearly hundred-meter-long special metallurgy workshop were thirty-odd members of the Sea Falcon Commandos. Each soldier was equipped with the standard-issue “Guardian Knight” exosuit and the V-M Viper semi-automatic sniper rifle. This advanced weapon featured switchable firing modes, boasting a caliber of 12.7mm. Its superior shock absorption system and stabilizing modules allowed for both precision sniping and suppressive fire, far surpassing the M-505 Saber assault rifles issued to frontline imperial soldiers.

With top-tier weaponry, reinforced exosuits, naval support offshore, and years of combat experience, the 1,475-strong Sea Falcon Commandos held firm against nearly ten thousand rebel troops—including much of an armored division.

“Boss, look! They’re moving out,” Sapir’s voice crackled over the comm just as Ferdinand’s thoughts wandered.

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