The pilots above the EDF forces called out what they could see, which wasn't much. "Clear for miles... Nothing but sand and rock out there." A gunship floated overhead before moving to one of he distant oil rigs. "Looks like they saw us coming and got the hell out of dodge. I swear it's like hearing cattle."

"Hey watch yourself man, don't jinx us. These Gazere guys are supposed to use animal mechs. Could be buried under the sand. Could even have some kind of sand shark mech ready to jump out at any moment." The pilot spoke with the obvious joking tone to his voice, trying to sound as if he were really warning them.

"I heard they come from nowhere. One second it's all clear as far as the eye can see, the next your machine's being torn apart. You know they fight with claws made of vibro-blades. They can slice through the thickest armor like paper." This pilot sounded more serious, and the rumors were well known to the EDF. This was Gazere land, they couldn't forget that.

"Hear that armor squads? Shoot the bastards before they get near you. You'll be fine then."

Suddenly one of the mechs stopped cold, rifle raising and aiming to the side. "See that? Could have sworn..." He was aiming at the air and the emptiness beyond. 

"Hear rising causes ripples in the air. Calm down rookie. This heat'll make you see things. Make damn sure you know what you're looking at. That's how they'll get the jump on you. This heat distorts the light and can make them practically invisible. Here's hoping they don't have stealth mechs on top of that huh?" The pilot laughed as he continued to scan the area.