[b]High Orbit
Colonial Starship Endeavor
Briefing Room 1[/b]

"Alright, here is the situation-" Said Lieutenant May as she activated the holo-projector at the center of the briefing room as the rest of the Militia and pilots aboard the Endeavour filed into the room.

"Ramos colony has been agitating towards us ever since they missed their last two supply drops from home. Word is that the ISC are considering cutting ties here due to all the hostile activity, and the local colonists don't like that. And they are beginning to seriously strike out on their own. In order to do so, they need infrastructure and food supplies they were forced to import earlier. And as it happens, we're the closest supply. A mob of Ramos militia are on their way to Azura as we speak, estimated to be 200 militia with mixed small arms, mostly elephant gun-type weaponry to deal with wildlife and natives, but still deadly if they land a hit. No vehicles or air support. There has been no word from Ramos colony command, so we are assuming this is a hostile incursion.

Captain Garroway is ordering our Militia to intercept and smash this angry mob, we can't afford to let these madmen anywhere near the automated farms or water processing facilities. Alpha and Bravo squads are on the ground and being airlifted to head off the mob at the Muelish River Crossing. Zeta, Echo, and Foxtrot squads will be spacedropped here, to flank the mob from the side. You will be in anti-personnel configuration. Gamma and Iota squads will remain on ship on standby in case Grissom colony decides to act up as well. This operation will be supported by three Hornets in ground-strike configuration."

"Three Hornets against an angry mob ma'am? Ramos doesn't have any anti-air capability, it will be a slaughter."

"Thats the point. We need to drive a line in the sand people." Retorted the pink-haired lieutenant. "We need to send a message that Azura isn't a pushover until the reinforcement force arrives. Hopefully these morons will be smart enough to run away once we start shooting, but our time of appeasement to them has ended and its time to drive the point home. All Jackets are to carry anti-personnel loadouts and pack extra batteries, we may be out there for a while. Any questions? No? Dismissed. Gear up. We jump in ten minutes!"

[b]Ishkaar
Muelish River Crossing[/b]

The Muelish River Crossing was a simple prefab bridge crossing across a wide river inbetween the territories of the Eudaimonia Foundation and the ISC colonies. A major bottleneck for anyone trying to get into Foundation territory, and everyone knew it. Bridges across the river were scarce, and the natives had taken to destroying them. Azura kept drones on station to guard the bridge, along with Jacket-equipped militia on reserve for cases like this.

But that meant Lieutenant Nathan Harris had 30 grunts to defend a bridge from a mob of 200. Reinforcements and air support were on the way, but that still left him on the pointy end of things. And it certainly wasn't the first time that happened to him.

"Have camera drones along the treeline, alert me the second we spot the mob coming." He ordered, lumbering in his Jacket across the bridge while the rest of Alpha and Bravo squads were digging in. "I want Beaters on the edge of both flanks, give them a clear line of fire for their machineguns and mortars. I want everyone's grenade launchers to be packing frag rounds, no holding back against these guys."

"What if they try to surrender sir?" Spoke up a soldier from their sandbag position.

"Deportation, kick them back to Ramos. We have zero room for prisoners here people. Kill or deport. Zero tolerance is the word from command in regards to these madmen. They had their chance to talk peace and trade, instead they're skipping right to war." Harris hopped into his own dugout and pulled up a case of shells for his left-arm autocannon, scattering shell magazines here and there for easy access reloads and a spare box for his right-arm machinegun. "We're here to send a message. Lets be ready to deliver."