Stray Cat Strut Chapter Forty-Two - Earning the Tier

Chapter Forty-Two - Earning the Tier

At lower tiers, the effectiveness of a single samurai on the field is actually questionable.

That might lead so to wonder; if a samurai is little better than a small battalion of trained troops, then why not replace them with just that?

The answer is that while a low-tier samurai might only be that powerful, they wont be low-tiered forever.

--A discussion on the value of samurai on large scale battlefronts, 2028

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I was just planning my route, a map open in the corner of my vision, when so clever asshole decided that a large mass of bunched-together aliens would make for a great target for so artillery.

Sothing scread above, and I raised my head and tracked a tiny black speck through the air. Its parabolic arc ended with it smashing into the ground a good fifty tres ahead of the wave.

A loud boom echoed out, while dust and smoke rose out of the impact crater as a massive column. Nice, I muttered. Myalis, can you get in touch with whover fired that? Tell them they missed.

On it.

The wave was undaunted by the blast. I think most human armies would start running faster to get to cover or sothing, but the sea of bugs charging towards the city didnt change their breakneck pace at all.

I looked at my map again. There were lots of streets to cover. Okay. Were going to push them down... Mapleway. I need... these six bigger roads blocked off, and all the alleys along them before the blockage.

The city was laid out as a grid, with so concessions made for the underlying terrain. This wasnt New Montreal, built on a massive platform raised above the ground, but a more normal cityscape like they used to build before.

I couldnt funnel the entire wave. There were too many of them. But maybe I could funnel in a fraction, a good chunk of those heading in towards the city. It would concentrate them, sure, and that would be fucking awful if they ever reached the defenders covering the gap, but I didnt intend to let that happen.

Funnel them into a big group, then bomb them back to whatever hell theyd crawled out of.

I need cha, I said. Six... no, eight. See these roads. I want them blocked off. Foam, maybe pepper in so resonators for if they try to climb over.

I quickly drew so lines across the map. In the end, my design looked a bit like a square-stepped pyramid, with the tip pointing towards New Montreal itself. Every blocked road would be next to an alleyway or a side street that would let the wave move closer inwards. If we blocked off enough alleys and the previous side-roads, then theyd have no choice but to be pulled in. At least, if they didnt stop to sniff around.

Fuck, I was treating the entire wave as if it were made of water or sothing, not living things.

What are the chances this works? I asked Myalis.

Relatively high actually. Otherwise I would have cautioned you against it. Though it will act more to crowd the wave in than to kill the mbers of the wave.

Right, that made sense. Other plans?

Use the height afforded you by the rooftops to drop proximity charges and other explosives onto the largest mass of aliens. A little dull, but no less effective. In fact, you might want to consider doing that all the sa. The numbers in the current wave would overwhelm more barricades, and so will instead find themselves breaking into the buildings around them.

I glanced down at the street. Most of the bigger buildings had shops on their first floors, and most shops had a lot of glass in front of them. Big display windows and shit. I didnt doubt that a few were designed to be bulletproof, but that wouldnt stop the aliens for long.

Alright, lets get to it. cha with nades. Whatever you think is best for creating a barrier. Maybe a few guns on them to keep them safe. And can you ping the location of any particularly big motherfuckers? We dont want anything in the twenties to reach the gap.

Understood.

Eight cat-cha appeared on the rooftop. A bit slimr than those I had guarding the house. Longer legs, with a few little limbs tucked into their sides, and what looked like a laser array similar to my turrets on their backs.

Nice, I said. Payloads?

As you suggested. Expanding foam bombs, resonators. You will likely want sothing with more direct stopping power to remove bigger threats and thin out the bigger knots of opposition. If your intent is to crush the enemy, then perhaps a literal application of that? Gravity grenades, with a limited range to avoid collateral damage, can destroy most things they hit.

I shrugged. Alright.

Id see if they were as impressive as Myalis claid.

Budget?

Doesnt matter, as long as we co out on top pointwise, and I dont think thatll be a problem.

Another shell scread across the sky above. This one exploded right above the forward edge of the wave. Then another exploded, then another. There was a constant booming from the city, like heavy rain on tin as a whole armys worth of artillery opened up. Looked like they wanted to thin the herd before it reached the more urban parts.

Boxes appeared next to the cat chas, and the robotic cats opened them up to reveal a selection of grenades in neat rows, held in place by plastic moulding. The cat cha picked up the grenades in a long strip, then clamped them onto their sides with the little arms sticking out of their backs. Everything folded neatly back in, and I was left with a pride of Rambo-looking chanized cats.

Alright, I said. Lets go.

The cats darted off in two directions, to the left and right of the oncoming wave.

I wasnt going to sit back and let them do all the work though.

While artillery rained down on the aliens I ran towards New Montreal. I stopped by the first alley I had to clog up. Sticky, I said.

Myalis obliged, and I caught a grenade out of the air as it appeared next to . The pin flew off to one side, and the bomb dropped down into the unlit alley. It clanged against the ground, before bursting. In the space of a couple of seconds off-white foam was pouring out of the passage, more of it was expanding upwards to create a wall that I hoped would slow the aliens down.

But in case it wasnt enough... Resonator.

That one dropped down into the foam with a dull splat. It managed to stay afloat as the foam expanded, a tiny screaming present for the first fucks to try and claw their way over the wall.

I jumped over the alley, legs bunching up so that Id clear the gap. Kinda forgot I had a jetpack for a mont. Next one, I said.

The artillery fire started to grow less coordinated and precise. I could tell that so shots were flying much further out, and I winced as a shell crashed into a building that imdiately exploded, fire and cent siding flying everywhere.

At least so of the shrapnel would probably brain a few of the xenos.

A glance over my shoulder revealed that the wave was hitting the city proper. They slipped around abandoned cars and over guard-rails. It was hard to tell the individual models apart, they were jamd so close together.

Then I noticed sothing in the dust behind them. Wings, beating fast.

A swarm of flying models swooped out of the dust. Little models, no bigger than pigeons, but also huge fuckers with wingspans like private jets.

Ah, fuck, I muttered as I whipped my gun around. I didnt fire. There was still a ways between them and , and the chances that Id do more than take out a few of the smaller ones with so stray pellets wasnt great.

The wave hadnt even hit my barriers and already my plan had gone to shit.

We need AA, I said.

Sothing scread through the air. Not a shell, sothing bigger and faster, accompanied by a loud buzz. A glance above and I found a squadron of prop-planes shooting forwards. The guns fixed under their wings opened fire with a chanical humm and lines of bright-green tracers flitted through the air and into the swarm.

Maybe I didnt need AA just yet.

Large hovering vehicles were rising above the gap, with guns afixed to their sides. They started firing, and the air exploded with black-grey bursts of shrapnel around ahead of the flying aliens.

I turned and continued running across the rooftops.

This wasnt a one-person effort, I realized. There was an entire army here.

For a mont, I wondered what I could do alone. But then, maybe my job was just going to be picking up the slack.

I flung another pair of grenades down a maintenance passage between two buildings and then kept moving.

Soon the swarm would be on , then Id have other shit to worry about than how useful I could be.

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