Solice the Slayer
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Captain David Webber " Odin Actual"
U.G.M.F. ::32nd Combat Brigade::: Asgard Battalion : Odin Company
UGS Aekea, Bridge..
"Remember you have help"
As David paced back and forth along the bridge he listened to the reports coming in from the other companies and squads. That hit on that pillbox had sparked a wildfire amongst the enemy. With a part of their defensive line down the Malcarans were getting sloppy. Giving up Trench positions in favor of running into their little beach complex.
Thats the part that worries me.
He strolled back over to the communications workstation and promptly picked up a headset, looking to the junior officer with a look that told him who he wanted to talk to.
"Mjolnir, Actual. Remember you have tools at your disposal to soften up that bunker complex. We have intel that the enemy is pulling back into their clubhouse from the beach positions. Thats all we have on the inside of the complex. Knowing the Malcarans they have probably miles of tunnels running into the mainland. So be careful when you get inside. Secondary Objective, if you come across enemy intel,maps, documents or even pictures. I want it secured and ready to be brought back to me."
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The way towards the bunker entrance was silent, save for the barking of weapons fire and the thunderous thumps of missiles hitting their marks. The other elements on the beach were finally getting the breathing room to call in their prioritized strikes. The Gaians were finally making the all needed push up the beach. But after how many loss? A bitter accomplishment indeed.
Along the beach line, if Corporal Akula looked, he could see the silhouettes of LAVs making their way out of the sloshing red of the cold gulf, nimbly avoiding the smoking wreckage of doomed amphibious transports. Their turrets on a swivel as they scanned the enemy line for any immediate dangers. Lines of machine gun fire peppered the metal hulls but the rounds weren't armor piercing. The turrets fired in unison, coordinated by the commanding officer undoubtedly. Ruining the pillboxes who targeted them. The resounding crescendo of auto-cannon fire was like a chorus of vengeful gaian angels. The M242 Bushmaster was Gaian vengeance on wheels. Silencing the pillboxes and continuing to screen their location with rounds on target.
The cavalry had arrived.
U.G.M.F. ::32nd Combat Brigade::: Asgard Battalion : Odin Company
UGS Aekea, Bridge..
"Remember you have help"
As David paced back and forth along the bridge he listened to the reports coming in from the other companies and squads. That hit on that pillbox had sparked a wildfire amongst the enemy. With a part of their defensive line down the Malcarans were getting sloppy. Giving up Trench positions in favor of running into their little beach complex.
Thats the part that worries me.
He strolled back over to the communications workstation and promptly picked up a headset, looking to the junior officer with a look that told him who he wanted to talk to.
"Mjolnir, Actual. Remember you have tools at your disposal to soften up that bunker complex. We have intel that the enemy is pulling back into their clubhouse from the beach positions. Thats all we have on the inside of the complex. Knowing the Malcarans they have probably miles of tunnels running into the mainland. So be careful when you get inside. Secondary Objective, if you come across enemy intel,maps, documents or even pictures. I want it secured and ready to be brought back to me."
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The way towards the bunker entrance was silent, save for the barking of weapons fire and the thunderous thumps of missiles hitting their marks. The other elements on the beach were finally getting the breathing room to call in their prioritized strikes. The Gaians were finally making the all needed push up the beach. But after how many loss? A bitter accomplishment indeed.
Along the beach line, if Corporal Akula looked, he could see the silhouettes of LAVs making their way out of the sloshing red of the cold gulf, nimbly avoiding the smoking wreckage of doomed amphibious transports. Their turrets on a swivel as they scanned the enemy line for any immediate dangers. Lines of machine gun fire peppered the metal hulls but the rounds weren't armor piercing. The turrets fired in unison, coordinated by the commanding officer undoubtedly. Ruining the pillboxes who targeted them. The resounding crescendo of auto-cannon fire was like a chorus of vengeful gaian angels. The M242 Bushmaster was Gaian vengeance on wheels. Silencing the pillboxes and continuing to screen their location with rounds on target.
The cavalry had arrived.
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