USF Progenitor & Crew: Adventures in Cosmos 01

[#78] Kinetic Waves

All Russian and Indian conversations in this chapter have been translated to English.

Russian men and women scrambled from their space vessels, small frigates with laser armaments. They revealed the darkness of the outpost, Vertices Province Outpost #144, flashing bright flood lights from their ships in all directions.
Russian Cpt. Avanik Cravoyetsky of the RRR (Royal Red Republic a.k.a. Red Russians) appeared. He was a tall and intimidating man wearing a fully-outfitted mercenary space suit, and holding onto a Naginskinaut C-66 blaster rifle resting at rear carry on a sling. He stepped out of his frigate and looked around the outpost from behind the visor. He glanced at the brightly lit, metallic, and undecorated outpost and nodded his head in approval, glancing back at his men, causing them to stir from their positions.
"Send the first team, sandbag up there, then wait," ordered Cpt. Cravoyetsky. "I want two more teams to surround the outside. I want two teams going into the outpost. There will be some group inside of there. That's where the majority of the weapons and ammunition caches were left." While he pointed at the various areas of the outpost, the balconies and outer walkways, the stairwells, and the rooftop, his soldiers would move in on the areas and garrison the outpost.
"Incoming!" Shouted one of the Russian soldiers who were still nearby the ships, sounding alarm to the rest of his comrades.
Cpt. Cravoyetsky asked, smirking to his lieutenants, "Have we had enough of the drama, yet?"
Bulky vehicles, called Pepper Traks by the Americans, built for punishing winter weather and icy environments, arrived at the same outpost. Indian men in space suits were spilling out from the vehicles, then marching toward the Russians.
An Indian man in a heavy security space suit yelled, "Halt! Halt! Indian First Republic Empire! Halt, now! This is a government property area!"
Lt. Sabre Navayenitoya walked closer to the Indian man with his soldiers as though trudging heavily through the snow, wearing large clear coats over their militarized space suits. He PTT'd to Cpt. Cravoyetsky, "Captain, the IFRE are claiming this territory."

The IFRE do not control this territory. This territory belongs to the Russians. It is our right to be here, Cpt. Cravoyetsky maintained.

"What do you command, sir?" Lt. Navayenitoya asked the Captain.

State your rights over theirs. There must be some kind of misunderstanding between our Republic and the Indian government here. Make sure they leave, Cpt. Cravoyetsky commanded.

Lt. Navayenitoya was swiftly approached by the crew of IFRE MSOs (Military Security Operations) personnel, also operators. He held his position solidly while the Indians looked at him and the Russians judgingly, mostly penetrating against the Lieutenant's seeming calm.
"You have no right here," the Indian MSO stoked using the Indian language. He held his hand up in a stop sign and rested his hand on his security belt. "You and your people are being asked to leave. Mercenaries are not allowed here. This is government property. Do you understand?"
There was a pause as gusts of wind picked up. The outpost was already garrisoned with the first Red Russians team who were patrolling the balconies and the stairwells, talking to each other as though there was no provocation.
"F$ckers, do you understand?" Asked the same Indian MSO, seemingly the leader. He dropped his hand and tightened it into a ball, though was patient enough not to draw his weapon, still considering the threat level to be moderate.
"Language, Omar," said a fellow Indian MSO.
"Omar?" Wondered Lt. Navayenitoya. He spoke in Russian, "You are all Indian? Do you speak Russian?"
Omar sighed in frustration and quickly said in Indian to his crew mates, "They only speak Russian. These guys are all Russians. Do any of you know how to speak Russian?"
Another Indian MSO spoke up in English, "Do you speak English?"
Omar hastily said back to him in Indian, "We are not here to make negotiations, not today, not tomorrow. They leave, now. Tell them this. I can tell them this."
"We speak English," Lt. Navayenitoya said in English. He said in Russian to his men, "They want us to leave, I think, and they are willing to draw their weapons. They are coming at us stronger than they should. Sergeant Patriovick, alert the Captain that the Indians are claiming the territory and that they have sent armed soldiers here who are contesting it."
"I'm doing that right now, lieutenant!" Sgt. Patriovick yelled. He walked away and began contacting the Captain, glancing back at the Indians as though he intended to kill them. He used hand motions, sometimes pulling an invisible trigger.
The Indian men and women got nervous listening to the Red Russians speaking in their native tongue, listening to their comms going off, and watching Sgt. Patriovick's charading, reporting like he was asking for reinforcements. The Indians began to feel threatened, intimidated, and spoke together in their native tongue, mostly asking what was going on.
"Halt! You! Halt, now!" Omar yelled in a combination of Indian and English. "You must halt! Do not speak any further! Do not say another word any further! You have trespassed into our habitat! This is government property, you are not allowed inside of this outpost nor on these grounds!"
"You do not tell me what to do, you f$cking sand n$gger, you go back to your sh$t hole!" Demanded Sgt. Patriovick in the Russian language, getting some of his comrades to hold him back. He insulted, "F$ck off and go back to your village!"
Omar broke formation, going way out of line to respond to Sgt. Patriovick's spiteful tone. He was furious, causing some of the Indian men to step in front of him. Omar shouted angrily in Indian, "You're a disgrace! You are not welcome here you white tr$sh neanderthal mother f$ckers!"
Lt. Navayenitoya, once he was out of the confusion, still speaking Russian, declared, "I don't know what the hell these people are saying. Sergeant, get your bearings, maintain discipline. I asked you to f$cking contact the Captain, not pick a fight with these boys."
Sgt. Patriovick waited for the angered Indian MSOs to calm themselves down then PTT'd the Captain, "There is going to be a problem. These Indians are not listening to us."
More MSOs inside the Pepper Traks got out of their vehicles and applied more pressure with their quantity of personnel. They stayed in a two-row loose formation and walked forward toward the outpost with stronger determination.
The Red Russians didn't falter, but they hastened in their speech patterns, talking amongst themselves while pointing their fingers at the Indians who were getting closer.
From the large group formation, an Indian MSO Captain, Cpt. Mohammed Lakshmi stepped forward and spoke in Russian, "From where do you come from? This territory is off limits to any visitors, Russian and otherwise. This is India's First Republic Empire property, and you are giving us little choice but to have you reported and moved out of here by force."
Lt. Navayenitoya responded, "Royal Red Republic. We own what is inside that outpost. You have no jurisdiction here. This is our property, not your government's property. I am glad we have an understanding, now you are free to leave."
Cpt. Lakshmi replied, "It is not that easy. This outpost has been existing on this planet for some time, and if you took the time to research—."
"Why are you letting these f$cking dogs talk to us like this?" Sgt. Patriovick harshed, persistent in his anger.
"Sergeant, shut up," Lt. Navayenitoya ordered, holding his hand up to stop Sgt. Patriovick from continuing his stubborn behavior.
Cpt. Lakshmi laughed and resumed, "The lines have already been drawn. The IFRE owns majority of this planet's region, and the outpost sits on the fair side of our territory."
Lt. Navayenitoya PTT'd to his Captain, "Captain. They're not going to leave. They're telling me now that the outpost is within IFRE's influence."
Cpt. Cravoyetsky commanded, "Get them to leave. There is no field of Indian influence here. Tell them to be done with making up their lies."
The Indian Cpt. Lakshmi said in Russian, "You are making a big mistake by making this difficult for us. Things to not need to be this challenging. This is a headache for you as it is for me. A headache for your government as it is for my government."
"Captain Lakshmi, they're mercenaries," Omar told him in Indian. "They have not the right to conduct any business here at all. Can we please stop negotiations and call in for reinforcements?"
Another Indian MSO said, "I've already called for reinforcements. They have nowhere else they can go."
"You are asking for punishment if you do not leave this place," Cpt. Lakshmi stated calmly in Russian. He gestured to all of his operators standing their ground, weapons equipped and at stand down.
Lt. Navayenitoya said, "You would leave us no choice." He then PTT'd to his Captain, "They refuse."
Cpt. Cravoyetsky commanded again, "Get them out of here or I am ordering a defensive counter-measure."
Lt. Navayenitoya quickly replied on comms, "Yes, Captain," then sighed and gestured to rally his men, twirling an index finger in a circle above his head.
The Indian MSOs nearest the Red Russians started to speak again out of turn, nervous and agitated.
"Lakshmi to MOC, awaiting orders from Major," Cpt. Lakshmi reported into his comms. He kept his hand on his security belt, ready to pull his handgun.
"You are giving them too much time to think, Mohammed!" Omar shouted.
Cpt. Lakshmi didn't respond, waiting for an order from his CO.
Another Indian MSO raised his voice and silenced his fellow operators, holding up his fist. Still speaking in Indian, he demanded, "Excuse me, but there has been more than enough violence that I have seen! We are not able to negotiate?"
The Red Russians paid attention but had nothing to say in response, not knowing how to speak in the Indian language.

In the meantime, Captain Cravoyetsky commanded, "Send a team to reinforce the lieutenant. There has been too much time. Start unloading the bins from the frigates and create a garrison around the outpost. Lieutenant Vanya Tarkobsko, get comms open with the RSF and demand a reinforcing Russian platoon, demand for an elite crew, to handle this situation, now, while we commence."
Lt. Tarkobsko responded, "Affirmative, Captain. Sergeant Sunyetnya, establish communications with the RSF. We are commencing with operations. Sergeant Kobertkitnya, take your men and begin setting up a defensive post perimeter around our frigates and outpost."
Captain Cravoyetsky commanded Vanya, "Lieutenant Tarkobsko, thank you. Make the perimeter 100 meters away and dig the trenches. Prepare for frigate departure as necessary." He PTT'd Lt. Navayenitoya and requested, "Prepare your defenses. We are commencing with the operation. Protect the outpost perimeter and our frigates crafts. Reinforcements have been sent. Ward the invaders off, or we will use deadly force."

Lt. Navayenitoya sighed and cling to the sling of his blaster rifle. He said aloud, amongst the bickering on both sides, "There is no negotiation. You tell your men to back off or deadly force has been authorized. You will not be warned again."
The Indian Captain, Cpt. Lakshmi, ordered his troops in Indian, "Do not move an inch! Slowly back away at my signal, and have your weapons ready to be drawn."
The Red Russians stepped forward, looking more deadly than before. They studied the Indians' faces and formations, seeing that they were easily pushable.
Lt. Navayenitoya spoke loudly as though giving a speech, "If you and your men make any further moves in our direction, we will be forced to engage in combat and open fire to demonstrate our resolve."
The Indians and Russians stood in place, not moving back, nor moving forward, all eyes trained on each other's slightest movements. The wind was picking up, turning snow into a fog-like mist. One frigate flashed its blinding foglights toward the skirmish line while another frigate, then two frigates following it, launched upward and hovered to another position on the other side of the outpost, as though to completely surround and protect it.