Things were going smoothly in the Dark Talon camp, final loading operations and repairs had already begun when the order they were all waiting for finally came down to them. Combat had opened up on the other front, which was the main signal for them to begin their assault ASAP. The camped mercenaries burst into a rapid series of activities, the BA pilots running and jumping into their armors, strapping in while technicians loaded the last rounds of ammunition into their armor and made sure everything was green lit before clearing them to get moving. The mech pilots ran to their individual machines, they had their own series of preparations and operations to do before they could even get the engines warmed up, let alone marching. The Battlearmor was faster to get ready, for a multitude of reasons, and they stood by for the mech pilots and their war machines while the technicians fine tuned their work, taking clear advantage of the moment to make final checks before allowing them to march off into battle, especially against enemies unknown.

The mech pilots scrambled up into their individual units, closing the cockpits behind them while the technicians rushed to finish loading the munitions and running the last minute diagnostics, everyone being used to such abrupt, rapid calls for action by this point. Pilots ran their system tests, observing for any sort of trouble that could be a problem in the battle, or prevent them from getting their out right. They all knew what they were doing, as did the technicians, who, credit to their haste, were actually outpacing the pilots work within the machines of war, getting clear of the equipment as the pilots each took their mech's engines online, the machines clearly coming to life as they straightened up, or took appropriate postures, while they ran weapon's checks and checked their munition load outs, making sure everything was green lit and ready to go. This included the ejection systems, but those shouldn't be needed if everything went according to plan. But, better safe than sorry.

One by one, they sounded off as Kashra finished her own checks, first, the battle armor teams. "All systems check out Commander." The mech pilots each sounded off in turn. "Check, all systems checked and online Commander." Once everyone was checked in, and the technicians were out of the way, Kashra started giving out orders, her own Mech moving into motion as she spoke, the others quick to snap to, to avoid being left behind and losing out on some of the salvage and pay. "Dark Talons, move forward! Keep your eyes open, Battle Armor, hit the thicker woods, scan for targets and screen for anti Mech. Mechs, fall in, we're keeping to the woods, but the thinner stuff so we won't go knocking down the forest and letting them know which direction we are precisely coming from. Watch your sides, watch your buddies sides, and we'll get some easy pay off this job, Quiaff?"

That got an enthusiastic affirmative, and while Kashra was heavily focused on her surroundings, listening to the chatter and reports from her team, the Dark Talons snapped quickly to her orders. The Battle Armor was off ahead of the Mech lance, not finding any real targets of any sort right away, figuring much of the picket and outlying defensive skirmishers had pulled back into the main defensive line to bolster it against the inevitable attack on their flank, or if they were foolish, to reinforce the other side. It didn't take long to find someone though, and the Battle Armor sounded back towards Kashra, identifying the target. "Commander, got a pair of Myrmidons and some accompanying infantry, your orders?" The Dark Talons were more than ready to pick off this group, but were waiting on their CO's orders before they engaged.

"Heading to that location" Kashra's short, simple reply set into motion the destruction of that unsuspecting, and most unready, enemy unit. The Battle Armor held position, out of sight and undetected by the two tanks and accompanying infantry units, who were setting up to provide a first warning point for any enemies that came through. Odds were they would die doing so, but that was such in the art of war. And if it would save their world, then these troops would gladly give their lives doing so. They were not mercenaries, but were too lightly equipped for serious entrenched fighting. So they were sent a scouting, to die for the sake of the proper defenses, but salvage was salvage, after all, so the Dark Talons had their orders, and they all knew precisely what they were going to be doing.

Artillery round started landing near the Battle Armor, which had hunkered down in a nearby rock formation, so everyone present ignored the landing rounds, while the Dark Talon mech lance came marching out of the woods, weapons blazing fury and death at the tanks and infantry. The one Dragon started taking some fire from one of the Myrmidons, but it was to little avail as the Dragon ignored it, energy weapons blazing full force from the Dark Talon mechs, ripping the tanks to shreds as they stood little real chance in the woods, against mechs, with no viable weapons for quickly bringing them down. Let alone the energy weapon barrage coming from the Mechs, the tanks stood no practical chance when pinned in such a situation, but their death cries were known by others, but it was little consolation to the now utterly defenseless infantry, rather than mostly defenseless.

It was at this point that the Rottwieler battle armor units ran onto the scene, and they would spell the infantry detachment's ultimate demise, sure as sure. After all, flechette cannons wreak utter havoc against such units. And wreak havoc they did, the Rottwieler pair storming into the clearing, cannons barking figurative walls of death, the flechettes tearing apart the light armor the infantry was wearing, and none of their weapons would pose any real threat to the Battle Armor that was attacking and moping up after the mech's had stormed the area, ruined tanks now sitting surrounded by shredded corpses, the first kills of the Dark Talons.