The Atnics attacked, we had the south and they the north part of the hemisphere of this god forsaken rock. Apparently they where not happy with this arrangement and had carefully weighed the pros and cons of their teen times larger garrison, before deciding to move in and take our largest port.
Our one and only hope was the alliance with the humans. A full army or perhaps a special squad of super marines had been requested and the humans had responded. They had sent one man. He looked as if he was about to collapse at any moment and as old as time itself.
"RIIIGHT!!! Im assuming command!" his voice hit him like a sledgehammer. The man must be all lungs judging by his voice. "Move out immediately, we are going to attack the enemy!"
Aha the human had sent a commander, he thought to himself as he started to prepare for moving out. His body continued with the preparations as his thoughts tried to catch up to it. Attack the enemy are we, outnumbered ten to one. Just going to drive up there and say hi, to the fortified enemy position. His brain had mixed feelings about this, his body had strong feeling about this. It felt that whatever happened it did not want to get screamed in the face by the new commander, and carried on with the tasks.
The sheer chock of the command seemed to have had a similar effect on every one else. As they where now mostly ready except for the supplies that always took a bit longer.
"Leave em!" he heard the new commander shout, "We will just use the enemies supplies instead!" Ah, he thought to himself, going to attack the enemy that outnumbers us and is fortified. But now without such things as extra bullets or food. Wonderfull!
They were not a well equipped garrison. Transport vehicles but not much else drove out to begin their journey. Snow was beginning to fall and glimmered in the morning light. It was quite far to the port and even at full speed would take almost a day.
He wondered what the plan was? Sneaking in and attack at dawn perhaps? Or more likely, the commander had some secret weapon he hadn't shown. Some new deathbeam! His thought continued in this fashion for most of the journey. Except for the occasionally breaks to refuel the vehicles, with what little fuel they had without the extra supplies.
As they started to get closer, his thoughts became more and more imaginative. He had just embarked on the idea of a stealth super dreadnought descending from orbit and blasting the Atnics into bits and they where really just here as witness and didn't need to do anything, when he started to hear orders about getting out. There couldn't be much gas left one of them must have run out, he thought to himself.
The earlier light snowfall had now developed into a full on snowstorm. Blistering wind and snow kept visibility to a minimum, yet he could hear the commander shout out orders.
"RIIIGHT!! Dismount, were continuing on foot!" Of course they where, just what he had hoped for.
As they pulsed through the now thick snow against the wind. His fantastical thoughts started to fall to bits, and he wondered more and more if he was just walking to his death. What was actually the plan?
They continued on although no word of a plan reached his ears. Even as they now must be getting very close to the Atnics, what would happen?
Some other people where also in deep thought. The Atnics scouts had found that the entire enemy force had moved dangerously close, apparently to attack them. Close scrutiny had showed that they had not received seemingly any reinforcement from the humans. General alarm was sounded and men filled the trenches preparing for an unlikely attack. While confused commanders desperately tried to make sense of it all.
For the young soldier on the other side, things were no less confusing. The enemy had discovered them, no more sneak attack if that was ever the plan. The human commander just looked into the snow filled wind and with a strange face bellowed out the order, "RIIIIGHT! Prepare for attack!" He could only just look at him in stunned disbelief. This was the plan was it? For once his head won over his body and his lips moved to speak his words.
"Commander, commander!" he shouted to get his attention.
"Yes, what is it?"
"This can't be right, are we supposed to just charge them straight on?"
"That's correct!" That... ehm.. but, huh?
"So we are going to charge them are we? During a snowstorm, at an enemy that outnumbers us ten too one, is dug in and fortified and that knows we are here. Oh also, we are without vehicles, extra ammunition and food!"
"Don't worry!" Oh good, he had some kind of top secret plan. Perhaps some hidden tech, that hidden dread- "They got all the vehicles, ammunition and food we need!" he said, and pointed in the direction of the enemy held port. At this he turned around and continued to watch the snow filled wind with interest.
Right, desertation it is then! He just had to walk through the blizzard to the vehicles without gas, then continue to walk all the way to base, that took almost a day at full speed with vehicles... without food... right. Perhaps the commander had a point with that the port had everything they needed. A shame really that it also happend to be were the enemy troops where.
"But, but, how are we going to be able to see who is friend and who is enemy?" He was grasping at straws here. But when all you have is straws, make a straw man!
"Oh, I wouldn't worry to much about that." Another don't worry answer, when there seemingly was so much to be worried about. "Remember they outnumber us ten to one, so odds of it being an enemy is about ten to eleven." At this the commander smiled at his own unfunny joke. "Enough of the chit chat, the preparations are ready." He could see his chest fill up like a balloon as the commander prepared to shout with every fiber in his body, "CHARGE!!!" and at that the commander disappeared forward into the snow. Well, here goes nothing. He could see expressions similar to his own thoughts on the men running forward closest to him. Thankfully the wind had turned so the snow didn't blow directly into his face anymore.
At every moment he thought here it comes, the explosions, the dying, but nothing happened. They continued forward until they could literally see the enemy trenches despite the dwindling light and snow. As they opened fire at close to point blank range and rushed into the trenches he could only see confusion and shock in his now dead enemies eyes. Trench after trench was taken in the same fashion as the first, stunned soldiers who at most managed to shoot a bit into the blinding blizzard before being overwhelmed.
It wasn't long before they were at the port itself which had apparently been taken already when he arrived there. Prisoners of war had been herded into a corner of the large hangar bay, and the old human commander stood on a box in the middle. It looked like almost everyone was here, their loses must have been minimal.
"And that is how you dance the tango!" The commander smiled at his own unfunny joke, but this time he smiled with him. He was alive, they had taken the port against all odds. Nothing could stop them now!
Inspired by a real life event, although exaggerated. They were outnumbered 1 to 4 not 1 to 10, silly me.
(Wiki - Battle of Narva (1700))[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BattleofNarva_(1700)]
(Youtube - Great Northern War by Extra History)[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyBPAz1H-lU]