[h3]Corporal Celeste Stichler, Gallian Militia[/h3]

If only it wasn't for all that blast armour, Celeste might have reached the first building in time to assist in clearing it. It didn't matter though, as the others had already done a good job of wiping the Imperials out and were already at the windows and flanking the enemy defences. She clunked in to the house behind the others, taking a knee by a downstairs window. [i]One house down, three to go.[/i] Sykora was doing a good job of keeping a low profile, peering through a broken window to the next building, home to a determined rifle team. Unsurprisingly Kyo was raring to go, his sword held ready to bust down another door. Celeste was a bit nervous of that, wondering if perhaps that might alert the Imperials to their presence; so far most of the enemy forces hadn't noticed they had been flanked and the longer that lasted the better. Having Kyo smash his way through into the second house would be quick but loud and might draw unwanted attention... She agonised over the decision for a long moment before an explosion and a shrill yelp jerked her body into action. Pulling a battered Jatmoore from the ground, she came to a snap decision. [b]'We will check your injuries soon, but we have to keep moving. Kyo, please open that door.'[/b]

He didn't need much encouragement. All semblance of stealth abandoned, the Darcsen charged bare-arsed across the narrow street. His sword connected with the door with the force of a small car crash, sending the poor Imp who was about to open it sprawling. The rest of the team spilled in, gunning down the hapless defenders before they even know what hit them. With the enemy now undoubtedly aware of their presence, Celeste ordered the others to take up defensive positions. With a strong point behind the enemy as well as in front, the Sergeant should be able to push forward.

[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

But of course, they had [i]already[/i] pushed forward. The remaining Imperials were thrown into a state of panic as the wounded officer realised his situation. [b]'They're falling back, pour it on!'[/b] Harald kicked the nearest door open, leading a few men out into the street. With Hunt firing from behind and Stichler's team in the building on the right, the Imps only had one house left to hide in. [b]'Push forward!',[/b] he roared, firing wildly at the fleeing figures before them. The last building stood a bit apart from the others, with empty stalls and a shop front downstairs. Caught in the crossfire from both Gallian teams, only a handful of Imperial troops made it inside, taking up positions on the shop floor. Harald and his men made it halfway before the first shots began to ring out, sending them scurrying for cover. Surprisingly enough the enemy fire was sporadic and badly aimed, indicating either panic or retreat. The Sergeant leaned ever so slightly around the corner, trying to catch a glimpse of the area behind the building. The tell-tale chugging of an heavy engine gave it away. [b]'Carn! Get your fat arse up here and slot that tank! Lancers, keep him busy!'[/b] Within seconds the Imperial tank rolled around the corner, the last of the crew diving into the turret ring. They opened up with twin machine guns, raking the street with fire as the turret tracked in on Hunt's position.