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"Whatever," Sigma said.

He ran ahead and flared his jetpack, soaring over the Ravine. From the height, he could see the blue beacon from the CP, and he could see the advance clone party scuffling over something. So far, there was no CIS activity on his side.

Zeta grimiced somewhat from inside his helmet. He hated wearing the thing, he decided. But it was either that or airborn poison, so he put it into perspective. "All right, foxtrot! Tank, you take point, Psycho, your choice whther you're in the middle or bring up the rear!

Another transport landed, this one bearing the other Delta and his troops; they'd been held back to accept a new trooper. Among those troops were Delta, Epsilon, Gamma, and a new addition, Chi.

Delta made his way over to Cap'n and saluted. "Don't beleieve we've met, Copy." He used the name he'd been given to call the trooper. "I'll take a diagonal path, if that's alright with you."

Not waiting to see if it actually was alright, he trundled off, the other three troops in tow.

((i was actually thinking about that. i happen to have an article about all of it, so i can do it.. i also planned to add a weapons cache... unless you want to))

Delta decided to link up with Doc as he thought they didn't have a real commander for their team. "Zeta! Need some help?"

"Situation under control," he answered simply. "I suggest you don't diverge from your current path."

Delta nodded. "Alright. Chi, why don't you scout ahead? Epsilon, Gamma, you're on my rear." He took point and armed his carbine, and slowed to a walk, crouched and alert.

Chi nodded and darted forward, her armor barely making a sound as the small demolition rounds clanked against it. She climbed over and under scrap like a Dakiil beetle, which is to say, nimbly, if not with the greatest speed. She kept no weapons in her hands; she barely knew how to use her pistol. Long, retractable vibro-blades in her forearms were her primary weapons.

She curled around slightly and stopped. In the distance she heard metal and gyros. She moved forward slowly, peeking through gaps in the scrap to try to assess the cause of the sound.

Chi sighed and cued her comm reluctantly. "Strange whirring sounds... but if i'm right, they're.. under ground?"

She took a small probe she used for checking bombs and stuck it into the dirt. It confirmed that there was active machinery below. "Sir... I think we're on top of something."

"All clear so far, Cap'n. Just a lot of trash." He proceeded along his path with the others, making their way out.

Delta continued to move. He stayed calm though the sounds started growing louder. He tried to comm Cap'n, but realized he never got his frequency. As he switched over to Zeta's frequency, he issued a request. "Zeta, you getting any weird readings? We've got some activity over here..." Suddenly, his comm shorted out. Someone or something was jamming them.

A rumble echoed below them. They all stopped.

Delta gasped as a gigantic spike surged up from the ground at his feet, impaling him on it. The spike continued to emerge, until a joint was revealed to be at its base, then an arm and shoulder. The arm belonged to a gigantic droid. It was indiscribably grotesque, mashed together from the scrap in the yard, and bristling with short range weapons. It flung Delta's body and ran at Gamma and Epsilon.

Copy recieved a transmission from foxttrot team. he motioned for his team to hold up.
"how far are you guys from squad three? could you provide assistance?" he asked.