“When looking at this fight, what I am excited for is seeing the differences in these two groups. The Assassins are bringing more advanced, better technological adapt weapons and gear. The Dark Brotherhood utilizes resources and materials that are alien to the Assassins. They also are bringing magic, supernatural, and occult type powers. Seeing how this will factor into the fight will be really interesting.”
“You got these two different franchises, both followed by a loyal fanbase, we need to make sure this fight is done properly.”
Exactly, so… unlike most fights on this site that revolve around the rules and methodology of Death Battle, this fight is going to be set up primarily in the format of Deadliest Warrior, the series that looks at warriors from history. Utilizing information from both real life historical or modern warriors, the show would determine the “deadliest warrior” based on a series of tests using both warriors’ assortment of weapons and armor. Its “Death Battle,” but with real world practicality and we are not bound to the laws and physics to the in game worlds like Death Battle.
“But why change up the formula?”
This was the fight can focus more on the individual and unnamed warrior as opposed to any specific warrior. To see the weapons and armor made available to every member of the faction, not just the main character. This means actual weapons testing and comparison.
Granted, we don’t have the actual weapons to test with nor do we have any willing targets to test them on. Also, because Magicka doesn’t exist in the real world, we will be looking at real world stand-ins. The closest weapons in our world that could recreate the same effect as seen in the games. We are bringing in every factor we can take into consideration. Which means we are looking at stealth combat as well as horseback combat. We got a lot of weapons to go through, so lets get started…
The Assassin’s Order… the secretive order of hitmen responsible for the deaths of thousands and shaping the course of history.
The Dark Brotherhood… Tamerial’s murderous brotherhood of cold blooded killers, who kill to live and live to kill.
Representing the Dark Brotherhood’s killing ways and practices,
Lucien Lachance... a leader in the Cyrodiil branch of the Brotherhood, Lucien is a devoted member of the order.
“Know this. Every Dark Brother and Sister is a child of Sithis. He whom we call Sithis has many other names. Chaos. Doom. Discord. Sithis is the Void.”
Dandras Vules, a Brotherhood marksmen tasked with carrying out some of the toughest contracts for the order.
Wielding the blades of chose for the Dark Brotherhood... Astrid, a skilled killer that also served as one of the order's recruiters
Providing critical information into the Brotherhood’s lives and history…
Babette… a long standing member of the Dark Brotherhood, Babette was bitten by a vampire as a child. Almost three hundred years later, she continues her devotion to the Brotherhood.
Formed by a splinter group of the organization known as the Morag Tong. The reason for this divide stems primarily from a difference in interpretation in its religious practices.
“What set us apart from the Morag Tong was our devotion to Sithis and the Night Mother. We kill in order to appease a higher power. Through blood, death, cold blooded murder. We do this for reasons greater than ourselves.”
The Dark Brotherhood worship an entity known as Sithis. According Elder Scrolls lore and to their beliefs, Sithis is the one that sparked creation of all life as we know it. The only way to please this deity, was through death, suffering, and homicide. Contracts for blood start out as nothing more than desires of death and murder prayed to the Night Mother by the citizens across the country.
The Night Mother will pass on the details of the assassination contract only to the highest ranking member of the Dark Brotherhood who, in turn, passes it along to those who will carry out the deed. Once a citizen is marked by the Brotherhood, there is nowhere that person can hide.
Comprised by members of every major race in Tamerial, including inducting vampires into their ranks. Each race has its own advantages and powers that set itself apart from the others. The Dark Brotherhood will send as many assassins as they need to complete the contract. No one would be safe and to prove this, the Dark Brotherhood would have to pull of the unimaginable… the murder of the Emperor.
“By killing Emperor Pelagius the First, the Brotherhood proved to be a force to be both respected and feared. To be able to kill someone is one thing… but to kill an Emperor is proof that the gods have taken sides. Our side.”
God or not, the accounts of the Dark Brotherhood’s deeds have remain shrouded in silence and mystery. To this day, none of the accounts of their operations are nothing more than the word of rumors.
“The Dark Brotherhood have been trained in the arts of stealth and assassination. We operate through fear and chaos and anything that stands between us and out target, is as good as dead. These Assassin’s won’t stand a chance. By the end of the day, they will wish for death at the hand of our blades.”
But this legacy of blood and death doesn’t seem to phase their opponents, the Assassin’s Order.
Leading the charge against the Dark Brotherhood; legendary Assassin Ezio Auditore da Firenze. A high ranking member of the Assassin’s Order, Ezio has served the order for over thirty years.
“The goal of every Assassin was to protect the freedoms of the individual and eliminate anyone that threatened that ideal. We root out the corrupt, the tyrannical, and cruel leaders and influences that threaten to enslave the world. Influences such as the Templars.”
Aguilar de Nerha… a Mentor and Master Assassin, Aguilar has served under the Spanish Brotherhood of the Assassins and is a devout member to the order.
Haci Ahmed Muhiddin Piri, a member of the Ottoman branch of Assassins, Piri is a master craftsmen of bombs and traps.
Almost as old as the order itself, the war between Assassins and Templars has raged on for hundreds, if not a thousand years. Sworn enemies of the Templars, Assassins continue to wage a brutal, secret war.
The Assassins, if not the order itself, had existed since at least 456 B.C.E., throughout the Roman era, the Middle Ages, the Italian Renaissance, the Industrial Revolution and into the 21st century. However, for this matchup… we will be looking at the Assassin’s at the height of their influence.
Aguilar de Nerha
“The order believed in a strong set of values that strictly governed their way of life. They never kill innocents, compromise their fellow assassins, and always attempt to remain stealthy while on mission. These tenets permeated every aspect of the daily life, as well as their fight for ‘peace in all things.’ The Assassins carried out their duties through political, strategic, and tactical assassination, in hope that killing one individual would lead to the salvation of thousands.”
The Assassins believed that they fought on the behalf of those who did not possess the abilities, resources, or knowledge to speak against those that abused their power.
“We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”
The Dark Brotherhood will kick off this fight with a special weapon system that is as dangerous as it is mystical.
Spells… a wide assortment of powers that can range from casting illusions to utterly destroying an opponent.
Spells (As utilized by a Dark Brotherhood follower in Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion)
-Shroudwalk: harder to detect (chameleon)
-Bloodhunt: detect life
-Night Mother’s Caress: Heals self
-Will of Sithis: Commands Target
-The Unwelcome Guest: Unlocks doors or chests
-Void Eye: See in the dark
-Deathly Visage: Invisibility
-Black Winter: Freezes with Ice damage
-Baronoff’s Bloody Icicle- Ice Damage
“Spells and the arcane practices are a common practice throughout Tamerial. With these powers, we can do almost anything we set our mind to. We do this be drawing from our own Magicka reserves. In our world, there are seven accepted schools of spell casting. Each one of these has its own wide variety of powers.
While Mages in the Dark Brotherhood can practice all these schools, the typical Dark Brotherhood Assassin would usually only utilize spells from five of the seven.
Restoration, in the event we are injured, we can heal ourselves when need be. We can also use this to heal those around us. Or we can cure certain diseases and poisons should that ever become a problem.
Alteration would allow us to unlock doors and gain access to places we couldn’t access normally. True, we can use a lock pick to bypass these obstacles… but when time is of the essence, we will use spells.
We can detect life within a certain radius with Mysticism. We can spot targets through any structure or material so long as it is within our eyesight.
Paralyze others and even turn ourselves invisible with Illusion spells. Perfect for closing in on the kill.
Finally, Destruction spells. These are spells that have the sole purpose of either weakening or killing the target. It summons the elements to inflict as much death as well need which, in our business.”
But how powerful are these spells? In game content reveals that these spells do inflict damage to its target. But would every attack, be an instant kill or a mortal wound? Or would the target be left standing?
To answer that, we look to the real world and see what it takes for either of the Brotherhood’s Black Winter or Baronoff’s Bloody Icicle spells to kill a target.
Looking at what the damage a frost based attack would do to a target, one can easily understand its usage in killing.
The normal body temperature is 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. Our bodies will begin experiencing Hypothermia around 95 degrees. Any lower, then the body will start suffering the worse symptoms. Things such as amnesia, loss of consciousness, and… eventually, death.
Death will occur once the body’s core temperature drops below 70 degrees F. The world record for survival being 56.7 degrees F. However, this isn’t the only way to maim someone with these types of attacks. You also have to consider frostbite.
The longer areas are exposed to cold, typically the worse the frostbite. Frostbite is classified by degrees of severity, with first being nothing more than a mild discomfort and the last, and most severe, effecting bones and muscles. The latter of which would cause permanent damage to the body.
Talking about missing fingers, bits of ears, toes, and sometimes entire limbs. While Frostbite won’t kill you immediately, it can prove fatal if left untreated.
So if the Dark Brotherhood can maintain a consistent enough barrage of frost based attacks, this could be game over in a matter of moments, if not seconds.
“There is no denying the effectiveness of these spells, but there is a difference between hitting a target dummy and trying to hit an assassin. We don’t just stand here and let you shoot us. This isn’t like a… uh, shooting practice, as you say. Assassins are mobile. We are always on the move and if you miss your spell, there is a very little blast radius.”
“Then we ensure that you will not get far. We will hunt you down.”
“All one needs to do is jump behind a stone wall or something, your heathen spells are useless if you can’t hit your target.”
“Well it is good thing we have other spells for finding you.”
To be effective killers, the Dark Brotherhood has had to learn multiple types of spells in order to find their prey. Such powers allow them to traverse the blackest of nights with ease and detect life through stone as well as structures.
Efficient and effective at locating targets, but the Assassins disagree.
“So what if you detect life though your sorcery, can you be certain that the life you are detecting is really your target or just some random bastardo sfortunato?
“Because we are not as stupid as you think. We are fast, efficient, precise… and at least we have a means of tracking and detecting life wherever we go. This will let us know if there are too many guards. Combine this with our abilities and powers to turn invisible and unlock almost any obstacle in our path… there is no question as to who is better in this field.”
True the Dark Brotherhood can achieve such spells and powers. However, these powers draw from the user’s Magicka reserves. Magicka is an ethereal energy source on which any person can tap into in order to utilize spells, charms, and illusions. Every person has a finite pool of Magicka. Once drained, the user will be unable to cast spells without the usage of potions or resting.
“Invisibility, ice powers, detecting life, and opening spells…pfft. Seems like a very specific assortment of incantesimi e truffe to be of any- - -“
“Do keep in mind wise assassin, that the Dark Brotherhood has mages in its ranks, they are more than capable of more destructive spells and illusi- - -“
“SO, you bring witches into this fight?” -laughs- “Okay, before you continue I just have three things to bring up. Prima di tutto, how long can one person use such powers and how long do they last? In secondo luogo, we are trained enough to spot things that are invisible to the commoner and everyday man. Everything that you need a spell to do, we can do ourselves without selling our souls to the devil. Terzo e infine, what we have in store for you will, as you would say, ’blow you away’.”
During the years of the Renaissance, the Order of Assassins was introduced to the lethal game changing innovation that changed the rules of killing…
One of its many uses was to craft murderous homemade destruction…
Bombs… craftable weapons capable of devastation and distractions.
-2-4 inches in diameter
-Weight: 2 lbs
“I had reservations when I first started using these in combat. I come to find out that these are excellent tools when clearing out larger groups of targets. The great thing about these weapons is that they are customizable. I can change its usage and function to adapt to whatever mission I am on.”
“You see, what made the bomb so effective in our mission was that it wasn’t just a killing weapon. We could modify it into a smoke bomb, making it impossible for anyone to see. Or we could utilize poison gas. We could distract targets or their guards with these. The order first learned of these from our brotherhoods in China. With weapons like these, they were able to end off some of the mightiest armies in the world.”
Bold claims from the Assassins but the Dark Brotherhood remains unconvinced.
“You bring these tiny looking play toys into battle. Into the process of killing. I do not see what good these objects will do for you. Clearly you must prove why you must carry around such shoddy parchment weights.”
“Then clearly, you don’t know what a bomb is and what it is capable of doing.”
The wide variety in Assassin’s variety of bombs include:
Impact Shell: a small explosive dealing instant death upon contact.
Trip Wire: Explodes when a target makes contact with the triggering mechanism, killing anyone within its blast radius.
Caltrop Bomb: Disperses sharp spikes along the ground. Slowing down anyone careless enough to step on them.
Splinter Bombs: Used for clearing out groups of enemies by means of flying lethal shrapnel.
Datura Bombs: Releases a highly toxic gas that immobilizes and kills any nearby targets.
Smoke Screen Bombs: Blinds pursuers with a thick cloud of phosphorus smoke.
Sticky Pouch: A five second ticking time bomb that adheres to walls, floors, and people with ease.
When talking about weapons and explosives like these, we’re talking about a weapon system that changed the face of the world. Crafting primitive bombs is as dangerous a process as actually utilizing them in combat. Each handheld explosive requires three critical components.
The bombs themselves can be separated into one of three different categories…
While the these bombs were first seen in the 15th Century, they did see mainstream use until around the 17th Century, nearly two hundred years later. Soldiers would carry these into battle mainly to clear any obstacle in their path… whether a wall, debris, or a group of enemies. In close confines or tight corridors, this weapon was at its deadliest.
“It doesn’t even matter what armor you are wearing. Even if the shrapnel doesn’t make it through your armor, che possiamo confermare, but the sheer force of the blast would kill you instantly.”
“Perhaps it would kill a Wood Elf or another member of your human race. But I assure you, the rest of the race of Tamerial aren’t killed as easily. True, your technology is advanced and destructive by every meaning of the word. But I can’t help but feel that your bombs may cause trouble for anyone, target or not. I can’t speak for your order but collateral damage isn’t something we strive for in our assassinations. Anyone untrained in spotting such devices are in danger, bystander or target.
"Also, the purpose of the being an assassin of any kind is to move silently, without drawing attention to yourself. You set off this type of noise and the entire castle will be alerted to your location.”
A fair point, when using such powerful weapons, the odds of civilian targets being caught in the crossfire goes up drastically. And such a blast would alert any nearby guards to the order.
“That is why we plan out our assassinations. We learn the routines and patterns of our targets to ensure such incidents do not happen. We learn where guards will be stationed, when they will be on patrol, when they will have their back turned and for how long. Believe me when I say that we depend on the townspeople. Without their trust and support, our Order would have faded a long time ago.”
“But it is still a lot to risk. Anything can happen. At least with our powers, we have a lot more control over what we can do. Who we can hit. These weapons, they are all over the place.
So which one of these weapon systems gets the edge? The Assassin’s bombs or the Brotherhoods spells?
Our team was divided… but came to a consensus as to which faction got the edge.
I like the killing potential of the Assassin’s bombs. I like that these can modified to fit whatever mission they are needed for. And I like the number of options for them. But every time these things go off, I can help but shake the feeling that someone might be in blast radius that shouldn’t be there. Some innocent bystander may trip whatever trap had been laid out. Not only would that have been a waste of a weapon, but it would have blown the assassin’s cover. Essentially wasting whatever element of surprise they may have had.
With the spells, there is more control on the part of the Brotherhood. Able to select your targets better than the explosives. Its a lot quite than an explosion and isn’t always as noticeable. It does drain the user quite a bit in the process. To our understanding, Magicka takes time to regenerate and once its gone, the user is at a severe disadvantage. But Magicka wasn’t solely utilized for offensive purposes.
If anything, its the non offensive powers that we feel are more impressive and better on the battlefield. While each one of these powers won’t kill the target, they do set stage for that killing blow. Though these spells do have a very limited duration, I feel that the Dark Brotherhood would be able to utilize them to gain an upper hand in combat. Will it have any effect on the Assassins? That remains to be determined.
So having said all that… who receives the edge?
Neither side receives the edge… its too close to call.
However, our combatants on both sides remain undeterred and confident in their side.
For the Dark Brotherhood, being marked for death is a practical death sentence.
“If we have our eyes set on you, there is nothing you can do. You are dead. The law can’t protect you. The best guards or mercenaries can’t defend you, nor would they want to. Anyone that gets in-between us and our target is dead. If it is the will of the Night Mother, then you will die.”
The Dark Brotherhoods methods have left countless dead in their bloody wake. No discrimination, no bias, no prejudice… Anyone can be a target.
“We’ve killed guards, politicians, mercenaries.. the young and the old. The rich and the poor. We function through fear. Anyone capable of being a cold blooded killer is welcomed to the family.”
To further add to this dark and sinister order, the Brotherhood have allowed the inclusion of bandits, vampires, mages, and werewolves to its ranks.
“We have no qualms against any races or ways of life that join our ranks. All that we ask is that you spill the blood of those marked for death.”
In addition to the Dark Brotherhood’s ruthless reputation, the order will actively seek out Tamerial’s most vicious psychopaths.
“When rumors or reports of a long string of killings have been committed, this will undoubtedly catch our attention. Especially when these actions are taken by a lone individual, we will seek out this person. We will invite them to our cause. To us, killing is an art form. Not everyone has the talent to do it… nor does everyone have the sophistication in appreciating our art.”
“The Dark Brotherhood are crazied butchers. They have no honor in what they do. They kill whoever they want to, when ever they want to, and however they want to. Their is no discipline in such actions. Nor do they care about what repercussions there killings may bring. They are sloppy, unorganized, insane… they take orders from a corpse.”
For the Assassins, their order focused less on fear and ruthlessness, choosing to act on behalf of the citizens themselves. The Assassins don’t want to instill fear and panic in the population. In return, the citizens are more willing to aid the Order by any means that can provide.
“We value both the virtues of humanity as well as life. This is why our goal is precision when it come stop killing our targets. We do not want collateral damage… we are trained not to rejoice in death. This is why we avoid open conflict as much as possible. We do not kill unless we have to.”
When one looks at warriors such as these, it is crucial to identify the critical factors that help shape them into what they are now. Analyzing the outlooks and mentalities of both these warrior factions will help understand how they preform and act in the heat of battle. These are called X-Factors. The attributes that define the warriors themselves.
However, it should be noted that not every X-Factor represents a good trait in a combat situation. While we do look at the advantages each warrior brings to battle, we cannot lose sight of the fact that there are disadvantages that they bring as well.
Like in the show, Deadliest Warrior, we look at these factors and rate them on a scale of one to a hundred, with one hundred being the perfect soldier.
Looking at The Dark Brotherhood, we are seeing a lot of factors that need to be addressed.
-Killer Instinct: How easy is it to kill your target without a second’s hesitation? To turn off the part of you brain that makes you pause and think before taking a life.
-Extremism: When push comes to shove, how far will you go complete your objective? Are you willing to sacrifice your team or even yourself for the sake of progress?
-Brutality: When its simply not enough to silence a target, sometimes it is necessary to send a message to others. A reason why to fear the actions and abilities you possess.
-Psychological Heath: In a combat scenario, it is imperative to be able to think and plan ideas in a rational way. However, if someone lacks a certain degree of mental stability then that person can become as much a threat to allies and civilians… as they would be to their enemy.
For the Assassin’s Order, we begin to see a collection of equally important characteristics.
-Logistics: In order to fight, one needs to have a steady stream of supplies, weapons, and armor. How easily is it for one to acquire such supplies for their cause?
-Discipline: A warrior’s ability to follow through on the orders he is assigned in completing. Regardless of the morality of the assignment. A disciplined warrior is unlikely to retreat, commit treason, or initiate an unprovoked fight.
-Intuition: To be naturally in tune with the world around one’s self and pick up on the things that seem out of place.
“Unlike the Assassins, the Dark Brotherhood will do whatever it takes to get the job done. We don’t wait around and let you make the first move. We will find you, hunt you, and kill you. No matter what it takes. You can run but there is nowhere we can’t find you. You have to be practical, you will need to sleep at some point and the Brotherhood isn’t above killing a man in his sleep. Many of our victims, the last thing they see will be one of our daggers in their guts.”
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Mustering whatever units and forces they can gather, the U.N.S.C. planned a massive invasion of the planet, Alderaan…
Stationed on the planet itself, a large band of Rebel Forces prepare to escort several of its most prominent leaders
Bail Organa, senator of Alderaan and one of the founding members of the Rebel Alliance is considered to be a high priority target. Without his wealth funding the Alliance, many presume that the Rebellion would have ended long ago. Garrisoned on his home world is a large fighting force of Rebel troops and pilots. Should the Senator be captured, the Rebel Alliance will be cut off from any financial support and would collapse soon after. Like the Battle of Hoth, the Rebels will be on the defensive.
Factoring everything into this fight, I'd say that this would be a decisive battle for one faction.
attempt at ending this conflict, the High
Command of the UNSC has decided to
strike the planet of Alderaan.
Garrisoned on the planet, stands a large band
Rebel forces. Armed and vigilant, these soldiers
unknowingly arm themselves for the battle to
decide the fate of the Galaxy…
It was about eight in the morning when the UNSC ordered a small fleet of Kodiaks to set up a series of artillery barrages in the event they are needed against any opposition. The Rebels had no idea of this attack until this very moment. One of the scouts failed to report into command earlier that morning and could have easily reported the UNSC’s impending attack to the Rebel forces.
On this morning, more than 15,000 men and women of the UNSC’s 17th Marine Division were dropped onto the planet of Alderaan. Their tasks, storm the Aldera Royal Palace, halt any of the Rebellion’s Operations in the system, and capture any of the Rebel High Command.
“With these Rebels, no one seemed like they could actually lead a squad of troops with any effectiveness. They were a group of wild cards, each one with their own goals in combat.”
It never mattered whether they had any intel or knowledge of the local militia, security, or armies the planet may have had…
What mattered was they should be prepared to for whatever they may face.
Comprised of almost three thousand Marines, the first troops to hit the planet had to be landed by the countless dropships known as Pelicans.
Between the landing zone and their target was almost fifty five miles of dense undergrowth, twenty four miles of hazardous mountains ranges, jagged cliff-sides, and frigid terrain. Past the ordeal of Alderaan’s peeks, valleys, and mountains, there stood fifteen thousand Rebel soldiers with an unknown number of day and weeks (if not months) of whatever defenses and traps the Rebellion had set up.
For the Rebellion, they would be faced with a trained and experienced opposition.
“There was a lot going on at that battle. Naturally. Its damn near impossible to remember it all as it actually happened. It all blurs together but I do remember one moment… A couple of us more experienced guys were teaching the ropes to some of these new guys.-sigh-I say new because these little nerf herders couldn’t be older than fourteen. We had taken these new recruits out for some early morning target practice out in the jungle and we were about four or five miles out from the city.
It was very hot that morning… so after about an hour or two of target practice, you know, we’d be decide to cool off a bit in the shade and we just got the point where we stopped practicing and started chatting.
And on a day like this it was easy to be distracted. Beautiful day, hot… but beautiful. For almost a split second I forgot we were in a war and at that moment, my mind had shifted from these rumors of this UNSC military force and the Empire, to getting back to base for a quick shower and some fresh food. That was a mistake. That was always a mistake.
So as we began back to base, one of the new guys hopped up on this fallen wall and did a little balancing act walking while heading down the path. Then I heard this faint booming sound.
It was kind of like this very faint… pow… pow… pow.
And then I realized that we were under attack. I turned to the others and shouted that we were under fire. And about that time, this one shot hit this old tree about 30 meters away from us. The wind must have swayed the shot because we should have been dead. That or it was a warning shot.”
“After the first blast, I knew I was wounded, nothing too bad but I’d need a medic at some point. This happened within first few moments of the battle. The next thing I knew I was being dragged towards one of the first line of barricades. When I snapped back into reality, I found myself propped behind these walls with a blaster in my hand. And I could see about 20 feet away this one dumb droid just screaming.
It was this Protocol Droid. I shouted for it to take cover, but by that time this huge blast landed a perfect shot on it. Wasn’t hard to miss. It was -laughs- it was an eyesore to be sure.”
The Kodiaks had launched a preliminary assault on the outer defenses of the city. A few shots from these massive artillery cannons partially leveled the city’s walls, sending multiple Rebel soldiers through the air. The explosions soon left several holes in the city’s perimeter for the UNSC to send their troops through. The Sargent Major overlooking the battle had the Kodiaks to stand down and cease fire. The blast had already caused damage to the residences of the city and the risk of collateral losses prevented them being utilized any further. Instead, he ordered the first wave of troops to make their way to the city.
As the UNSC deployed the first wave of Elephants towards the city parameter. Designed to safely transport troop,s the M313 Elephant was, tasked to deliver armed personnel, equipment, and various light vehicles to and from the frontline. Heavy, slow and bulky, these massive transports had to cover a distance of roughly five miles. Armored or not, these colossal carriers slowly carried each a payload of roughly twenty five of the UNSC’s finest across the terrain of Alderaan.
But months, if not years, of preparation on the Rebel Alliances part was about to be put to the test…
“The Elephant stopped right there. Must have hit something pretty big in if stopped our ride and soon the doors would open and I’d get glimpse at the world around us. As the doors slowly opened lowered, I remembered that we were at least two-hundred yards from these ruins and we needed to get closer. At this distance, we’d have to act fast and take cover. These Rebels would have dug themselves into the ground and we needed to buy ourselves as much protection as possible. I told the driver, "Try to get us in further." He screamed he couldn't. That man had more guts than all of us but at this point, he couldn't get us moving. With a sigh I shouted for him to get the doors opened now and that we’d have make it on foot.
We had been trained for years to watch our step when getting off the Elephant, less we get run over by it. But with the beast stuck, we were allowed the brief lapse in protocol. So as we charged out of the front, I remember looking off to my right and seeing part of Bravo Team in one of hose Troop transports about seventeen meters away next to us. It just sped past us and a I could see, maybe seven guys piled into that Warthog. I managed to catch a brief whiff of a Sweet Williams Cigar and I knew that Staff Sargent Mike Simmons was on it.
He’s was a good friend. That ‘Hog’ must have been about about thirty feet away from us when it took a direct hit. With the world moving so quickly, I couldn’t recall if it was a rocket or mine. I couldn’t help but shout out loud, “There goes the neighborhood.” It was humid, unbearably humid, I felt like I lost thirty pounds in the the first moments of running.
I was one of the last ones off the Elephant and I remember checking to see if I had a full clip in my rifle. And I did. So I checked my pistol and I did… I was stalling and I knew it. I then caught the sound of the driver yelling at me to get out and close up the Elephant. I took a single step outside when without warning, a blast threw me out into the open. I looked back to see this fireball shoot up some 30 or 40 feet through the air, tearing into our ride. Then I heard the screams of the driver warning me to get clear. A fire broke out below and smoke poured out of the gaping hole torn by the flames. As I ran, I could hear the Elephant’s horn bellowing.
Running through the terrain wasn’t really anything new for us, we’ve run the drills. We were trained for this. We all were. But it felt like stepping onto the first blade of grass painted a target on everyone because then the Rebels hit us with everything, turrets, mortar's, lasers, and just… everything. Terror just… hit me as I gazed horrified at the burned and bleeding… frantically rushing and in running I forgot what was going on. Until I saw someone not that far away.
At the time I didn’t care who it was I just was happy to see someone. I tried shouting at him and I thought he heard me. He turned his head in my general direction and I began to move towards him. I was stumbling through the dirt and mud, I didn’t even notice the blaster bolts that nearly hit me. But I was a few meters away from the guy when he began walking away. I called to him. I never got his name nor did I get a look at his face. It must have been some kind of land mine because he was there one moment and… -sighs- he then was all over the place. past me trying to get away from the blinding fire and smoke. I realized I was all by myself. Despite all the shouting and gunfire, I was alone.”
The Rebel ground forces would now began to unleash a barrage of artillery and mortar fire towards the approaching UNSC Elephants. Slowly, but surely, this first wave plowed through the terrain, making their way towards the city. Most of this wave would have been dealt severe damage from any anti-vehicle encampments or mines. Most of these transports wouldn’t make it past the city’s outer defenses, instead they would become burning heaps of twisted metal left on the battlefield.
To add to the resistance facing these transports, the Rebel had also dispersed a large number of anti-vehicle land mines. A single mine didn’t stop an Elephant, but with the combined firepower of the turret emplacements, this made the massive vehicles nothing less that slow moving targets.
Rebel turret fire would have made any major advancement almost impossible for the first few waves of UNSC ground forces. The more experienced gunners would have been able to repel any incoming UNSC marine troops charging from behind cover. However, reports of turret overheating was quite common amongst the more “trigger happy” recruits.
Before long, UNSC troops of the first wave were forced to take shelter in the burned out wreckages of the Elephant transports. Casualties of the first few waves of these troops were going to be quite staggering in the initial moments of battle.
This was done so as to inflict maximum damage towards any outside threat before they could breach the city limits. The Rebellion’s resourcefulness would be put to the test. While they weapon placements weren’t the state of the art gear used by the Empire, the Rebel’s had to rely on what was available to them.
"You don't talk of about death or dying... especially when you know you were charging into war. You don't talk about the things you may miss in your absence, even if it was a joke.
By never addressing these thoughts, we felt that we'd never have to be confronted with them. So in the Elephant, we just sat there. Keeping our thoughts to ourselves and pretending the worst would never happen."
In the midst of the city, almost two miles from the front line stood one of the Rebellion’s massive anti-air turrets. Hidden, for the most part from, enemy’s scanners the crew of this massive weapon received word that they were to be on high alert for any signs of UNSC air-craft. If any were to be spotted, they were to be shot out of the sky.
"I was one of the fortunate ones. I have my training. I have seen war. I was ready to fight once again. Blaster Rifle in hand, because those turrets weren't quite my style, I saw the UNSC forces mobilizing near the wreckage of those massive transports. Those massive, clunky, and slow moving transports. I imagine that quite a few of those transports became the final resting place for a number of them. Those troops unable to get out, that is. I actually tried ordering my men not to fire on those who were struggling to get out of those burning vehicles.
Wether or not they heard me, I guess I will never know. Personally, I think they did ignore that order. A bunch of new recruits ready to kill in the name of a cause."
For the most part, the Battle of Alderaan began as primarily a ground campaign. While the UNSC did have the means to level the city if they needed to, the Rebellion had set up a defense grid of anti-air turrets. The UNSC’s slower moving aircraft would have been easy pickings for the Rebel troops. A small group of Hornets would have proven this the hard way. With their ships plummeting onto the streets below, the UNSC would be forced to find a way into the city and disable those defenses. To do this, they needed to get their troops past the heavy concentration of turret fire they where being dealt.
Unwilling to risk civilian casualties, the Sargent Major in charge ordered all Kodaiks to stand down. Faced with two choices, the Sargent was being forced to make a hard call… They would need to call in to hold out until the anti air turrets were destroyed.
“On that morning, none of us expected that the UNSC would have reached Alderaan. Sure, they hadn’t any reason to invade the planet the way they did. To my knowledge, Senator Organa’s ties to the Rebellion were a closely guarded secret. Yet that very morning, very early that morning… I started hearing these faint explosions. I asked the guy next to me, “What’s going on out there?” He shrugged his shoulders.”
Almost a half hour into the siege, the Rebellion began its own counter assault with by deploying several of their combat speeders. These fast and nimble vehicles began to pick off any UNSC troops hiding within the wreckage. Other speeders began firing upon the Elephants that remained functional. Before long, the burning hulls of the massive transports were engulfed in flames.
This was something the UNSC planned on. While the cost and loss of life was disheartening to be sure, the bulk of Elephant’s armor provided the UNSC ground forces a chance to close in on the city’s outer limits. Despite the comms. being a mess the Sargent in charge was able to get through to his ground forces. Fifty two marines managed to make their way inside the city limits. Armed with whatever they managed to carry, it would be on these troops to help change the tide of battle.
For the time being, the troops that made it that far into the city were going to be on their own. Any heavy vehicle assault would have been made impossible for the time being as the burning remains of the Elephants would make navigating the debris field impossible for the time being.
By this time, it would be safe to assume that the entire city would be on full alert of the UNSC’s attack. Because of this, alarms and emergency sirens would ring out to all civilians, alerting them to evacuate the city (if able) or seek shelter. People that fled their homes made their way to major locations throughout the city. Schools, businesses, even the palace was used as shelter. Those that stayed, did so at the risk of their own life. Some even began to take up arms and stormed off to aid the rebel forces. Though passive in philosophy, there were those that knew what needed to be done.
Minutes later, distress signals from the planet made their way to the rest of the Alliance Fleet whose cruisers and ships had been scattered throughout the galaxy. An attempt on their part to fend off against any UNSC threat. Though the calls were heard and it leadership was informed, they could not jeopardize the entire fleet by having it gather in one place. Bail Organa knew this.
He knew that he would need to evacuate the city, board a ship, break through any of the UNSC fleet currently orbiting the planet. It was the only way he could ensure that the Rebellion could survive. With this in mind, he would give the order to all Rebel pilots to begin preparing their ships and ready themselves for deployment.
Back on the streets, the UNSC troops had multiple targets they would have been needed to be neutralize. Objectives like destroying any anti-air turrets they could, mop up any opposition they may face, avoid civilian causalities… But above all else, capture Senator Bail Organa. These troops would have to divide in order to complete these objectives.
The sheer dedication and over all resistance encountered in city streets would surprise many of the UNSC ground forces, especially, the troops not as accustomed fending off civilian targets. In terms of sheer military brute force, this wasn’t a fight for them. This, for many, would be a psychological conflict and would be the same type of up hill battle most of these Marines would have endured with the Insurrectionists.
The civilians were similarly surprised by the behavior of their new enemies. When confronted by the civilian militia, the UNSC Marines did not fire warning shots or back away in order to avoid harming civilians or insurgents, but instead kept fighting until the enemy was destroyed or driven off.
For almost half an hour, neither side made any progress against the other at the front lines. Rebel heavy armor clashed with the likes of the UNSC for domination of the battlefield.
"There was blood. Blood everywhere... These weren't the type of weapons we trained with. Nothing like this existed in our universe. These weren't blasters that we were faced with by any means. Just so much blood. The Bacta packs were running low. We weren't prepared for this aspect of war. I wasn't prepared... for this. To watch the life in someones eyes just bleed out onto the street. Nothing I could do. There was nothing I could have done accept hold her hand as she died in my arms."-Rebel Alliance Field Medic
-An untranslated account from an unknown Rebel Soldier
All hope on the UNSC front seemed to be a halt until word reached command that one of the Anti Air turrets had be taken offline. The entire squad had been lost in the process but this opened a gap for air support to drop some reinforcements in that area. So command wasted little time in seizing this opportunity.
The following was taken from an audio log of a fallen UNSC soldier
To my loving family, after five years spent so far from home, it pains me to say that I will not be able to return.
Our plan was to take the planet of Alderaan and ensure we could halt these Rebels from gaining any advantage. This is our last chance at ending this war. After years of watching my friends die around me, it was time for this war to end.
I hope my being here gives everyone an inexpressible and undeniable sense of love and pride to know that I fought at the end of this conflict.
My squad was tasked with destroying one of the anti-air turrets, keeping our air support at bay. The charges have been set, and it is on my conscience to know that I could change the very outcome of this war.
I prey that these words can come as those of assurance that my life was given for a greater cause and that I am looking at my destiny without any terror of death.
Even now, I feel the strength of a thousand men in knowing this life, my life was served in the greater good and, that for my sake, you must try your best to drown any your sorrows in such pride and satisfaction.
Please remember, how proud I will always be to have had of such a wonderful family, and always keep my little Laura’s future in her best interests. Tell her how proud her father will always be of her…
In this galaxy, I’ve heard talk of something called the ‘Force’. Some kind of energy that lives in every living creature and person in existence. Something that connects us all or something like that…
My personal belongings will all be sent to
you. I trust you will know what to send to Mom.
May God bless you and be kind to my little Laura, as well as those whom I love so well… and may the force be with us…
With the anti-air guns disabled, the UNSC was able to drop much needed reinforcements within the city limits.
Amidst the chaos and confusion in the atmosphere above Alderaan, UNSC cruisers and Frigates had already engaged in a fierce battle with the local Rebel Fleet. Prior to the siege of Alderaan, the UNSC set its fleet in hopes of blockading the planet in case ground forces were unable to capture their target.
“We thought it was the Empire. When the alarms started going off, we all thought it was the Empire and that somehow they had found us. Little was really known in those first few minutes, at least to me. I was told to get my pilot suit on and that I was going to lead Rogue Squadron against whatever had entered Alderaan’s space.”
Wedge Antilles recalled his role in the Battle for Alderaan.
Launching multiple squadrons into the outer atmosphere of Alderaan, Wedge realized they were faced with a daunting challenge. Multiple frigates and UNSC cruisers had occupied the skies high above the city, with no sign of Rebel back up or reinforcements in sight. For all these pilots knew, the Rebel fleet was on the other side of the galaxy. A few starfighters versus the UNSC. The Squadrons divided themselves, spreading out in order to engage the UNSC fleet.
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“One ship, just one ship was standing between us and the end of the war. Our job was to make sure this one ship didn’t leave the planet. Easier said than done… we had to navigate these burning city streets, falling buildings, mass panic, and hostile fire. Practically raining cats and dogs, but on fire. Burning pieces of houses or apartment buildings.”
-Former ODST Edward Buck
“My whole team had been divided throughout the city and if what I ran into was any indication of what the rest of my guys had to fight through… basically we were knee deep in debris, blaster fire, and shit like that.
We had to be scattered throughout the city because we’d be running the risk of having the entire squad in one place. One target versus six different targets dispersed in the midst of hell. Our primary objective was to take capture the Senator before he could escape. However, if we had any opportunity to aid our boys or make life a living hell for the rebels, we were more than welcomed to do so. As long as it didn’t slow us down too much.”
Just as the large scale space battle took place in the skies up Alderaan, one of the UNSC cruisers descended in to the lower atmosphere of the planet. Before it took up arms against any of Rebel Rebel fleet, it was to complete quite possibly, its most important contribution to this war. In the midst of chaos, it managed to deploy a couple dozen drop-pods down to the city streets far below. In each drop pod, a single ODST unit. After deploying these special forces, the cruiser returned to the battle in the skies high above it.
With large numbers of Rebel ground forces dispersed throughout the city, these Helljumpers had one task. Prevent the Senator from escaping. Even in the crowded roads, these soldiers hadn’t a moment to waste. Each had to race against the clock towards the location of Bail Organa. However, despite the chaos and confusion, these soldiers were not lost.
“I don’t know why it was the Rookie that was given the A.I, he didn’t say much about it at the time but whatever he did, he did it fast. Before long, we had a location. Twenty miles south-west from our current location.”
After years at war with the Rebellion, the UNSC utilized the brilliance in the its AI systems. Data, languages, messages, and codes that would have taken other armies decades to hack, took on a few hours for advanced minds of these Artificial Intelligences. This is very means the UNSC used to find Alderaan.
“When we formed up after running for what seemed like an hour. Checking our ammo supplies and fortunately we were still good in that area. Mostly commoners and civilians, nothing too bad. As we came closer and closer to the hanger and… it was a fortress. This was our destination because of all the fortifications that surrounded it.”
The hanger was fortified, the type of defenses that were used to protect someone or something important. No sign of the senator just yet, but the squad had a visual on his ship. Radioing to command, the ODSTs were given the order to take the Senator’s vessel. Bail wouldn’t be able to flee the planet as long as the UNSC fleet was in position. Wait for reinforcements and prepare to storm the hanger.
“The squad had reformed inside the palace’s hanger. Just the seven of us. We’d charged through the inner workings of the Rebel infrastructure, firefight after firefight. We knew our job was to capture the Senator. Bail Organa was his name. Within a matter of seconds, all power to the hanger had been cut. With the lights extinguished, we pulled open the doors and made our way in.”
“It was dark, Fortunately for our heads up display, things weren’t too much of a challenge. It was… weird… to see the rebels scrambling about, trying to get the power reset. We just walked right by them without a word or a single shot fired. Silenced or not, we couldn’t take the chance of blowing our cover by a stray bullet bouncing off a wall, hitting an explosive canister or something that doesn’t kindly to small arms fire. So the challenge was on us not to make a sound or give away our position.
Which was really difficult because the way some of these aliens looked… or smelled, almost warranted some reaction from the gag reflexes.”
High above them, a battle raged on between the two factions. The few, but proud, members of Rogue Squadron were tasked in clearing an opening for Bail’s escape. However, with few star fighters, this battle became increasingly more and more difficult. With each passing moment, that possibility grew fainter and fainter.
Bail Organa stared at the hologram projection of his beloved city. Watching as the UNSC slowly moved into the city streets, pushing the Rebel forces back, further and further. He feared this was a battle he could not win. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that he needed to get off planet. Both he and his daughter. The two of them were crucial to the Rebellion. The Senator then looked at another screen showing the status of Rogue Squadron pilots. Their shields were holding up, for now at least. But they need help.
He turned to one of the communications operators and told the man to broadcast a message to the Rebel Fleet…
His message was brief, for he was short on time. The message was direct and to the point. But the message asked for hope, for the Alliance to do what needed to be done. If they were to fall here, then any chance they had against the UNSC or the Empire would be lost.
The Senator gave his message…
He then looked to those around him, the young, the brave, the reckless, and the wise. Amidst the madness, he gave them the order…
“Inform all ground forces to buy us as much time as they can. Once I am clear, begin a full scale retreat. We have fought well today, but we need to ensure that there will be a tomorrow for this great rebellion.”
Soon after, a portion of the Alliance fleet would exit hyperspace. Multiple frigates and a command ship or two. Acting without orders, these Rebels arrived to aid in the desperate last stand of the Alderaan forces. Upon the arrival of the Alliance's fleet, the commanding admiral ordered all squadron leaders to report in then assigned them duties; Red, Gold, and Rogue Squadrons were to attack the UNSC fleet and its fighters, while Green Squadron was ordered to clear a path for Bail's escape. Using several of their Y-Wings, Gold squadron begin bombing the UNSC fleet. Unable to repel these blasts, the UNSC was dealt severe losses in these attacks.
Before long, the reinforcements the ODSTs were ordered to wait for, finally arrived. They found themselves a fight with whatever the ODSTs didn’t finish and their backup. But despite the best efforts on the part of the Rebel Alliance, they were loosing ground. Loosing ground, loosing men, loosing momentum… loosing control of the city.
Within moments, the UNSC forces had closed in on the hanger the ODSTs had reported. Brief flashes of gunfire lit up the darkened building, making its way to the docking bay to find it... empty. The Senator had taken off.
Bail Organa and his daughter could only look back at the war zone that had engulfed their city. Below them, the sights and sounds of war continued throughout the rest of the day, spilling into the night...
“I was among the last line of defense for the palace. Well, myself and my men. We had dug ourselves into this last stand because we needed to buy the Senator as much time to escape as we could. I gripped by blaster tighter than I thought I could and we were waiting.
There was no sky… only smoke. It was unbearable to the senses to be where we were, at that time. As I drew this deep sigh, I saw this building crumble before us and this massive tank come turning down the corner towards us. I gave the order to fire.
We managed to take that tank down, but soon came another. So we began firing on it before it could hit us. Then came another one… we were firing everything we had. Suddenly, felt something splash against my face and then the guy to my right just slumped to the ground. I’d never seen blood like this before… I’d never seen a person’s head do that before.
I never knew who that kid was, he was still so new. Just some recruit with it a giant gaping hole in his head. No look of terror on his face. No look of shock or surprise… just blood.
I looked back up and saw that those tanks were closing in on us. This massive barrel pointed at my face. I knew we were ready to die right there… But thats when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of hope. The Blockade Runner… It had taken off, we had done our job and succeeded. I told my guys to stand down. No sense in any of us dying at this point. We laid down our arms and prepared for whatever faced us next.”
-Unknown Rebel soldier.
Safe aboard the Tantive IV Blockade Runner, Bail Organa let out a heavy sight. He could only watch and hope that the lives lost would be worth it in the end. That the with a UNSC defeat, the rebellion would be one step closer to victory.
He escorted his daughter to her room, placing a kiss on her cheek. "We did it," he said to her. "We did it."
Bail looked up, his ears ringing… the world around him was an inaudible blur of madness. He tries to pick himself up and make his way out of there. Another explosion rocked the blockade runner and he soon realizes that the blasts weren’t coming from laser fire outside… it was coming from on board the ship. His ship. With his mind racing, he manages to pick himself up and open the door to his quarters. The crew were scrambling about, trying to contain the fire.
He took a gasp of air and began to holler out, “LEIA! Where are y—“ the pain of a blunt instrument struck his face, throwing him to the ground. “Father!” he heard his daughter cry back to him. Slowly he looked up…
He saw his daughter, guns pointed at her by these solders in black armor. The smell of smoke emanated from someone in the group. A smoke, not of something on fire, but something else. A cigar…
A man stepped from the group with the source of the smoke burning from a lit cigar in in his mouth.
“Senator Bail Organa?” He said taking the cigar from his mouth flicking some of the ash off of it. “Hows about we talk about ending this war?”
After a long, grueling, and gruesome war… the UNSC has emerged victorious. After factoring both canon and non-canon sources, it was quite clear from the beginning… this was going to be an uphill battle for the Rebel Alliance.
True the Rebels had vehicles with either superior speed or armor at their disposal. But is should be noted that a lot of these were just scavenged ships or whatever they Alliance could afford and weren’t as easily replaced. The UNSC, however, had a means to create, produce, and maintain the vehicles for its army. Vehicles that were designed using the latest in technology and weaponry.
The Rebel’s utilizing blaster type weapons may have seemed like a game changer at first, but in truth, it wasn’t anything the UNSC hadn’t faced before in its war with the Covenant. The UNSC would have been more equipped and prepared in treating blaster fire. Whether this would be in the armor they’d use or treating any plasma or blaster-based injuries.
Basically, the blasters the Rebels use weren’t all that different from the weapons the Covenant would have used. While still effective, the UNSC weapons were a lot superior in almost every way. And on the flip side, the Rebel Alliance probably wouldn’t have had anything to treat the injuries the UNSC weapons would have inflicted. Rebel Troops would have experienced a significant portion of losses on the battlefield as result of bullet wounds that were unable to be treated.
And with an army that, for the most part, is unable to utilize armor, the Rebel ground forces would have suffered greatly on any particular battlefield. This isn’t to say that the Rebel’s wouldn’t have put up a fight because they would. The Rebel’s would have to rely on numbers in order to compensate for large casualties throughout the galaxy. Which they were able to achieve. And considering that there weren’t any real restrictions on any new recruits, the Rebellion would have been able to refill and replace their ranks in time.
That said, I find it extremely problematic that this fighting force to enlist and induct children in to its ranks. This would have provided some form of psychological boost to those that were so young. Lets face it, if you were a child being recruited into an army, being given a lethal weapon and told to kill the enemy, those children are gonna feel invincible on the battlefield. This is a practice used throughout history and even to this day. Its almost the literal analogy of giving a monkey a loaded gun.
When looking at the total number of casualties from the entire span of this war, the Rebel Alliance would have suffered massive losses. More than the UNSC on almost every front.
The wide variety of species that had allied themselves with the Rebellion would be more than discerning to the UNSC. With the addition of races like the Wookiees or Mon Calamari, the UNSC would certainly be at a disadvantage in any diversity category. However, this isn’t a social justice diversity matchup. And in terms of ground combat, it wasn’t anything the UNSC hadn’t fought before.
Even the Sector Forces would have given the UNSC a run for its money for a while before it would be eventually defeated.
Also the UNSC would have been at a huge disadvantage in space combat. The Rebel Alliance’s ships, while not state of the art, did have shielding to protect against a lot of the UNSC’s attacks. To compensate for this, the UNSC would have had to utilize greater numbers in order to compensate for this. The UNSC may have had warheads that could destroy a Rebel Cruiser, the HAVOK tactical nuclear weapon with 30 Megaton Yield… An extremely devastating weapon if there weren’t any other options, but when considering the its destructive force, such a weapon would cause causalities on a massive scale. The type of weapon whose usage one would need a full scale evacuation of all civilians in the blast zone. Something the UNSC wouldn’t have been able to accomplish in this unknown galaxy. But it would definitely serve as a deterrent for any military force they may have faced.
The Rebel Alliance may held an advantage in several major factors such as:
Factors that provided psychological boost their forces needed for combat. The Rebels had the more driven army with a stronger resolve to fight. They had the spirit to fight and never backed down. This can be a very dangerous trait on the battlefield, something that easy could turn the tide of battle for any army. The Rebels were a dangerous force that should never be underestimated… which proved to be the Empire’s undoing. Underestimating the potential threat this seemingly disorganized army was capable of doing. In short, Empire’s greatest weakness was its own ego or hubris (I love that word)
It was this same hubris that led to Britain’s defeat at the hands of the American Colonies in the War for Independence… or that led Hitler to suffer a horrendous loss at the the Battle of Stalingrad… and the eventual defeat of Napoleon. What these armies all had in common was that they thought they knew their enemy, they thought the battle was theirs. This confidence, this hubris… led to their defeat. Just like the Empire’s loss at the hands of the Rebel Alliance.
However, it should be noted that some of the most important victories for the Rebellion were the result of sheer luck or as a result of some extreme oversight or design flaw on the Empire’s part (the destruction of both Death Stars). A factor the UNSC would be less inclined to rely on.
Most importantly, the Rebels managed to defeat the Empire by using hit and run style, guerrilla warfare tactics. Something the Empire really wasn’t prepared for.
However, this wasn’t the case for the UNSC who had faced off against rebel fighting forces before (i.e. the Insurrectionists) and as a result, gained the training and experience needed to combat such a threat. Hell, the UNSC used these same types of hit and run tactics in their war with the Covenant. Where the Rebels had the morale and some psychological advantages over the UNSC, the UNSC pretty much held the advantage in every other major factor:
Calm under Fire
The two most important factors being, Training and Experience. THIS is what gave the UNSC victory in the long run. The Rebels ‘may’ have had an advantage with better ordinance, vehicles, and aircraft… but none of that really mattered because the vast majority of the Rebel Alliance lacked any type formal military training. It didn’t matter how many troops the Rebel Alliance had nor how outnumbered the UNSC were… the UNSC had what it took confront this threat, they have faced insurmountable odds, they have combated the unorthodox methods of insurrectionist and rebel tactics, they have the knowledge to adapt to its enemy’s tactics, a means to counter almost anything the Rebels could have thrown at them, and the resolve to never back down.
Would this have been an easy fight for them? Well… yes and no, the UNSC would suffer losses and defeats, especially considering that they are strangers to a different galaxy. A lot to take in, a lot to adapt to… not every alien wants to kill you. The same could be said if the Rebel Alliance found its way into the Halo Universe.
So, with their only major advantage in space combat, the Rebel Alliance… with vastly inferior weapons as well as an un-trained and inexperienced army, just couldn’t stand up to the military prowess of the UNSC.
If I were to repeat this simulated war between the Rebels and UNSC a hundred times, I feel it would be safe to say that of those battles… the UNSC would have emerged victorious almost 75% of the times.
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