[i]"Of course,"[/i] said Ariin, his voice slightly crackling over the radio, [i]"I'm not saying it's the best plan but a battle line is probably a good idea. Since we don't know our enemy we just need to nail down a position and let them come to us."[/i]

Harold groaned. There was literally no command structure at all. Everyone - including him, he had to admit - seemed as if they thought they knew how to fight the battle the best, and issued half-orders or stern requests. He did not say anything about this, though, and the trek to the Forest of Pillars was soon completed. Weaving through the gaps between the massive stones as awkwardly as only a heavier mech could manage, especially with his middling synchronization ratio, he eventually found himself a nice spot that more or less provided a clear field of view towards several avenues of approach, particularly Zone G. Ariin's massive Paladin, bringing its heavy weaponry to bear, was about a kilometer and half towards his right. 

Of course, if the enemy came from a different direction, he would have to relocate. But he wouldn't need to at the last moment if he had good intelligence.

He shook his head. This was one hell of a wargame.

He transmitted, "I'm sure you guys already know that knowing is half the battle. Eiswolf, Logic Gate - if you see something solid about the enemy please tell us immediately and ping the map too while you're at it. We have to figure out their exact avenue of approach if this plan is going to work."

God damn it. This was extremely frustrating. It'd been too long since he heard the satisfying reply of [i]sir, yes sir![/i]