[center][h1][color=#DAEE01][b]Salvator Rasch[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

The gunship started to fall, the remaining security troops were starting to be overrun, and Salvator almost relaxed a tad. Finally, something was going right on this op-

[color=8882be]"Salvator, Ilshar, we've been hit!"[/color] 

Son of a [i]bitch[/i]. Salvator resisted the urge to curse sulfurously, instead acknowledging the first cry with a click of his comlink. Judging by Alice's next words, Kleo was hit badly enough that stims weren't helping. Of course this had to happen the second he started getting optimistic about the mission. 

[color=#DAEE01][b][i]"Acknowledged."[/i][/b][/color] He replied over comms, keeping his voice even. [color=#DAEE01][b][i]"Do what you have to, we'll pick up the slack for now."[/i][/b][/color] Fortunately, this didn't change his current tactical assessment of the situation. The locals were finally taking the lead now that they were definitively winning. Big surprise. If they wanted to finally use their ammo, Salvator wasn't going to complain. Instead, he pinged the squad comms, issuing further orders.

[color=#DAEE01][b][i]"Right, Echo, Ilshar, you heard the lady. Keep pushing, but don't take any more risks or waste more ammo than you have to. Let the rebels do the bulk of the work for now, we still have an objective to push toward after this."[/i][/b][/color] That said, the voidhanger swapped from his heavy shotgun back to his carbine and joined the advance, firing only when he could get a clean headshot on the security troopers.