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[h2]Drifting on a Sea of Devastation[/h2]

There wasn't all that much time as Rachel dropped her drone just low enough below the canopy and moved it out of the area the A10 would be engaging. She'd never seen one in action, but she had heard of its reputation and how much infantrymen cheered its power. She could see why now. The drone of the A10's guns and ordnance wasn't loud like gunfire, but she knew why. It fired too quickly to distinguish the individual shots going off, so it all got fused into one loud droning sound that sounded nothing like a lethal weapon going off.

"Good effect on target." She piped up, sending her drone back up and seeing a lot less signatures on the screen than before. "That fucked them up good!" Well, most of them would have known that just from experiencing with what the aircraft could do, but it was good for morale to announce it out loud.

[h2]Hear that roaring sound[/h2]

As if that wasn't enough firepower, Rachel heard the call for mortars and could hear the telltale whistle of the rounds arcing through the air. The ground shook and she felt the airwaves of the concussion blasts rush past her, like subwoofers delivering an overpowered bass through her bones. They were 'danger close', but it got her blood boiling with excitement. She'd been observing enemies through binoculars and doing things quiet for most of her military career. While she appreciated the advantages of stealth and surprise, there were times when going loud and making things feel like a Michael Bay film got her excited, and this was very much one of those times.

"I think that got me wet." She quipped once the first wave of mortar rounds were done landing, and she nodded to the assessment of the explosives' effect on the Salvesh. "It'll give them second thoughts on chasing us down too far but let's not overstay our welcome. I can't keep an eye on the battle and watch for reinforcements both with one drone."

The battle was getting hectic enough to the point where she wasn't firing as much as she was keeping an eye on the tablet. Best not to let the Salvesh make use of the chaos of the mortar fire to flank them with a small squad. Each time she spotted a straggler or small detachment that were out of position from their main body, she relayed it to the closest fire team and let them decide on their target priority.

Still, they were outnumbered and fighting an enemy they didn't know all that much about. It wasn't a smart idea to push their luck and try to win a fight outnumbered on alien soil.

She turned to their platoon commander, an idea in mind. "Sir, permission to do something crazy?" She didn't wait for his response before elaborating on her plan. "I'm pretty damned good at moving like a ghost in this jungle terrain. Our main body leaves too large of a footprint for a stealth retreat, but I can remain out of sight and assist in directing our marksmen along the flanks to slow the Salvesh while evading their fire. If we bleed them enough they might change their minds on stalking us."