Much of the recreational hour was spent settling down or gearing up for the next eventual task. Cyne had since retrieved a magnetic rail firing system from the resupply pod and traded in the traditional mechanism he started the mission out with. Having only helped with fighting the Chimera before commandeering it, Cyne had been forced to use other external means in order to participate in the struggle. Figuring that they would be going up against Deval and his mechanized forces, having a railgun setup and specialized ammunition to crack open anything well armored would be extremely useful. After taking what he required, he placed his unused equipment into the pod where it would lock up once they left. Instead of grabbing a cold one, Cyne seemed more intrigued with the HF blade he had snagged earlier than anything else. 

While everyone seemed to mind their own business, he practiced swinging the sword in tandem with the martial arts he'd been trained in. While his form was by no means elegant, it was practical and albeit fluid enough to catch anyone off guard and take them out. His taught style evoked redirection and the disruption of a foe's attacks. Typically meant to disarm an attacker before grappling them and pinching in their sensitive nerve points as a method of forcing a surrender. However, it has been a long while since he had to do anything like that. He had since adopted a more violent and serpentine approach, involving the use of a knife or a dagger in most cases and preferring to cut his opponents up. The HF blade now made the style, and he in relation, all the more dangerous.

Despite the repurposing the Chimera having been more of a means to an end and thus a temporary measure given the damage they inflicted on it, Sven and Gerad seemed content with making the war machine operational again, even as far as undoing the damage the had dealt and repairing the thing. Silas had considered opting for his squad to abandon the tank but seeing as they were now so caught up with its reconstitution, he ultimately decided to let the subject go. However, he did have lingering thoughts of where to keep the damn thing if they ended up seriously wanting to have it for themselves, likely suggesting for it to be an occupational asset for the mercenary unit. How or where would he even find the resources to maintain it? What were the expenses like? Keeping the Legion's End maintained was already a financial drain and the Crimson Fang only added more to the operation bill. 

Unlike the rest of his team, Silas was keeping it chill. He had contacted the resistance to retrieve the unconscious Pulov Gorcht and evacuate him from the operation area. Perhaps evacuation was too caring of a word. If anything, the slimeball would eventually wake up to an inquisition of vengeance-minded rebels ready to prod him for information. Although Silas had given them strict instructions not to rough up the captured Horseman too much as he was still a bounty that needed to be turned in. He could only hope resistance we keep their word.

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Once their time was up, everyone was one the move again. Their destination; toward the sound of distant gunfire. With the control towers no longer operational, the resistance was quick to capitalize on the confusion that consumed Lasminee’s ranks as their once captive slaves discovered that there was nothing stopping them from rebelling against their taskmasters. Since then. Lasminee’s forces had little choice but to congregate to their center of operations as a preventive measure from being isolated by the blitzing rebels. After some time of fighting, the echoing shots became distant but remained intense with explosions sounding off in the night.

As Silas’ troupe drew closer to the fighting, signs of struggle were littered throughout the city. Buildings were blasted apart or riddled to pieces by automatic fire. Bodies, mostly of Lasminee’s flock, laid dead across the streets and debris. Passing deeper though the city and closer to the actions, resistance fighters had setup a network of aid stations, tending to the wounded and resupplying those able to fight. Along those streets, fighters were either moving toward the frontline while those, either wounded or dying or having spent all their ammunition where approaching opposite from the action. Cyne could see that there were more returning than those heading it.

The battle that was taking place surrounded a trio of executive towers linked to central elevated spire. Given the size of the towards and the spike the protruded higher up, the whole design was practically a skyscraper. Made sense too as the structure was the center point of Duran’s business sector, now occupied by Lasminee. Not for long, however. While multiple firefights had broken out across the district, the main engagement was within the executive building’s plaza. The space that accommodated the plaza was roughly the same size as a football stadium where a courtyard took up the majority of the estate while rows of parking spaces surrounded it. Since the fighting has broken, many parked vehicles ended up being used as defensive positions, many of which were essentially destroyed though their mass still provided sufficient protection from small arms fire.

While the resistance had the area surrounded, they found that they had very little in the way of usable terrain to cover themselves as they tried to push to the executive towers. The towers themselves unfortunately were quite fortified, with its defenses bristled with machine gun nests and mortar emplacements. If that was not bad enough, once Silas and his team had arrived, they had learned by several rebel scouts that Lasminee possessed a duo of Chimera tanks and several powered armor teams covering the flanks of the towers. Silas grimaced on the thought of going up against another Chimera, or even two of them while there own was in, doable, shape. He knew that assaulting Lasminee’s fortress would be difficult but not this absurd. This was border lining facing Deval’s bulwark and he had many more assets to use.

For not at least, Lasminee’s defenders were not making any pushes for a counterattack and were manly focused on keeping the resistance fighter’s out though given the positioning of the rebels, a counter attack could very well break the encirclement. Such a breach would force the fighters to retreat and cause their lines to faulter. Silas thought hard about their circumstance. They could take on one of the Chimeras head on but having a second tank commit to the fray against them would be disastrous. Separating the vehicles and preventing them from supporting each other was likely the best approach. How they could do that was a different matter. In addition, powered armor troops were present too and would undoubtedly back up the tanks if they came under attack. The trooper’s mobility would make them perfect for screening against anti-armor attacks and just as well as intercepting other threats. Finally, the entrenched hooligans would offer up fierce opposition to anyone daring to charge their armed fortifications.

Silas pondered some more before turning his attention to his assembled team. They had drove their captured Chimera closer to the action beneath a disemboweled residential but out of sight from the defenders. Although since their position was so close to the fighting with gunfire was still exploding around, everyone could still hear one another relatively fine as the roof that was barely holding out above them created an artificial filter from the action outside.

[color=00a651][b]“So not a lot of great news for us here. Lasminee is all cozied up in her tower and she has a hell of a fortification for us to try and break. Unlike last time, we have tanks – yes, that was plural – power armor and loads of angry infantry all wrapped into one gift basket, courtesy of the devil,”[/b][/color] Silas shot a glance at the towers with a grunt before turning back, [color=00a651][b]“I’ll be honest, this is not going to be a pretty fight and will be pretty much balls-to-the-walls fighting. We can’t just charge down the middle with two tanks and a shit-load of barrels ordinance shooting at us.”[/b][/color]

After a pause, he continued, [color=00a651][b]“Best way we’re going to make it through this is drawing the attention, preferably half of the defenders, away from our attack route. Reducing the number of guns being pointed at us will give us more room to breathe. My only worry though is that provoking a counter attack will do us arm as it will encourage Lasminee’s attacking troops to loop around and flank us if we’re not quick enough hitting those barricades. I’m open to suggestions since this is not going to be a simple matter.”[/b][/color]