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The Sword Bearer drummed his fingers on the console in front of him. If he felt any sort of emotion in regards to the complete slaughter of a large number of his compatriots at the hands of Gaiwan’s Green Knights, it wasn’t discernable. His first reaction at the initial report of mechs defending the dam was not concern for the success of the operation, it was that [i]there was a mole within their ranks[/i]. Someone had tipped off Cassandra Jeong and that someone was from considerable rank in the organization, equal to or above his own position. It was very likely someone he knew personally and had met face to face. His face let slip the tiniest scowl. There was no time at the present. It would have to wait. The radio blared more horrid screams and cries as the first wave was literally torn to pieces, or worse, burned alive. He didn’t have a sensor screen or any direct camera feed from his position in the staging area to the south and he needed a clear picture of what was going on in front of the dam, other than the frantic shooting gallery, before he launched the second wave.

“[color=lime][i]By the Throne! Would someone give me a status report and be quick about it![/i][/color]"

The chaotic chatter on the radio seemed to die down for a moment before a quivering voice finally came up. The man sounded like he was curled up in a drainage pipe. [color=lime][i]Damned coward.[/i][/color] The Sword Bearer thought.

“[i]There’s one mech, he’s right here with us! He’s insane![/i]” An explosion crackled the speaker and the man released the button temporarily before jumping back on the channel. “[i]Another one on the far river bank and a damned HUGE tank![/i]”

“[color=lime][i]Is that all?[/i][/color]” 

“[i]No! There’s ground troops everywhere and something else is firing at us from the dam. We-[/i]”

The Sword Bearer cut the volume knob. He needed to think and he knew every precious second wasted would make it that much more difficult for the second wave. He was not a tactician, but he did understand numbers. They were still continuing their attack as if they were meeting the expected level of resistance. He needed to change the game. They had one mech mixed in with them along with a spread force of ground support. The other mech and the tank were on the opposite side of the river, which meant they were unsure about crossing. The mech could probably make it, while the tide was low, but it would be slow going. The tank would be too low to the ground and the other mech taking pot shots at them from the dam wouldn’t matter if the gambit forming in his mind worked. He turned up his broadcast power so he could break through all the desperate clamor. He wasn’t even sure how many were left to hear the command, but only a few would be enough to change the dynamic of the Knights’ defense.

“[color=lime][i]Anyone within the sound of my voice, begin attacking civilian targets at will. We will not have your sacrifice wasted at the guns of these mercenary dogs. There are none innocent to the eyes of the Throne on this day, let them try and defend the entire field of battle from our wrath![/i][/color]"

He changed to the high frequency channel of the second wave, a mix of buggies with mounted rocket pods and armored cars, still close to him and ready to leave the staging area. He could hear their engines revving outside the cabin as they overheard his last command to the broken first wave and they seemed reinvigorated at the sound of a new plan. The Sword Bearer could feel his confidence swelling at the sound as he came onto their channel: “[i][color=lime]Attack the lead mech directly, ignore the others and force him to withdraw. We will be as angry hornets. While they struggle to defend every piece of filthy property these ungrateful Espians have built for themselves Gonggoog will arise and teach them all true atonement[/color][/i]”