With the rest of the tanks gone, mopping up the rest of the turrets didn’t take long. Now the fun part of the plan could start, like shopping at a duty-free. The ground literally trembled underneath their feet as the ‘Mechs stomped up to the base like gods of war. [color=76D0FF]”Say your prayers, evildoers!”[/color] She shouted at the remaining Espian Guards through the external speakers, her words in stark contrast to the inappropriately cheerful tone, [color=76D0FF]”You’ve got exactly until we run out of patience to dismount, disarm and surrender. Failing that, we’ll revoke your breathing privileges with extreme prejudice.”[/color] There was some reason to feel optimistic. Between the speed, surprise, violence of action and a lance of BattleMechs, very few seemed to have any fight in them. Smart choice, but like any time they let the other side surrender, she had to ask herself if they would’ve been shown the same courtesy were the roles reversed. She liked to think - no, hope - so, but they knew the answer to that when it came to the Crimson Fists was ‘no’, she thought glumly as muted shotgun blasts indicated some Espian Guards decided they’d rather hand over their breathing privileges.

But still they were only halfway done, no time to start celebrating yet. Early celebrations were a good way to call down bad luck on your head. In order to avoid the ground pounders flitting about the base, Marit walked Archie back toward the base entrance, turning in 90 degree increments every few seconds as she scanned the sky, thankful for the Archer’s good visibility, her left hand fingers resting right next to the missile covers switch. As the minutes ticked by and the timer approached the eight minute mark, she got more and more anxious. [color=76D0FF]”That air support is about to become a factor if I got my math right.”[/color] She cautioned. Perhaps she could’ve phrased that differently, it was no secret that wasn’t her strong suit. [color=76D0FF]”Should we grab some of those containers on our way out?”[/color]