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Eliška Medved clung tightly to the control yokes as her stomach churned. The landing craft was pulling a sharp decent to avoid the incoming fire, sending her insides for a loop. The squad was split up between two such transports; Shepard, Barreton and herself in this one, Zelko and Smith in the other. The pair of ships bled their speed, coming to a halt behind a rocky outcrop that denied the turrets line of sight. One after the other, they touched the ground, kicking up clouds of dust in their wake. 

"Touchdown! The hatch's open, all units disembark!" the copilot's voice rang from the speakers. The doors on both shuttles swung open with a thump, and a green light flashed above the frame. Eliška pushed her throttle forward, and her Strigoi rolled into the dusty canyon. 

It was a remote place, barren of much vegetation or fauna, but these coordinates were home to an illegal frame-fighting ring, under the management of one of Mars's notorious undergangs. The gangs controlled this sector with a tight grip, too tight, but at the same time, too globally insignificant for the local Earth forces to bother wasting the effort to reclaim. That's why the Martian-Jovian ambassador contracted Blayke's Revenants for the job. Although wealthy, the gang syndicate was a mess of loose morals and infighting; anybody would be happy to have the sector rid of it. 

"Fall in!" Eliška called. "We're going to follow this canyon to the heart of the fighting station. Those turrets probably have a bead on our last location. Let's get this done and earn our keep. Nothing a few gangbangers can do to keep us down."

As she finished, Eliška pushed her headset to her ear. It sounded like the frame's audibles were picking up something nearby, a truck, maybe? She adjusted the volume, trying to pinpoint the sound and location. When it hit her, she threw her hand back on the stick, and leaned her Strigoi out of cover. It was the foot-wheel rotation of incoming frames.

"Coming in hot, Nine o'clock!" The machines entered radar range and six blips dotted the screen. She could see the dust clouds on her monitor. Eliška peered out from the rock the squad had nestled behind and let a burst of fire from her autocannon soar towards the gangers. "Six bots*; Let 'em have it!"

*Bots - akin to "tango" or "bandit," except when referring to mobile frames.