[center][h1]Lieutenant Commander Johann "Rhino" Von Brandt[/h1][/center]

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Rabbit was as cheerful as ever, in spite of her wings getting clipped by the most recent Coalition toy, which at least meant she had bounced back fine. Good, it would tilt the balance against the two urban Skollr units in their favor even more. One of the dangers of career Heavy pilots was getting overrun, it was too easy to get so used to shrugging off 'small' munitions that overextending became second nature. Given the collapsing resistance against the Helldogs and himself, they were clearly too tunnel visioned to break off or reposition. They could have done some damage to the main frontline if given the chance to freely engage, but they were too busy to even consider that. Their funerals, Rhino thought, as the frontline finally buckled. Fenrir and Garmr units finally broke and ran, or threw down their arms if they couldn't run. He had his 30mm trained on the Fenrir that threw down its arms, pausing as the cockpit swung open and pilot stepped out making the same gesture. Only then did he turn the weapon away, doing a sweep. Dead, fleeing, or surrendered, losses seemed relatively light for those who had actually made it down to the ground, at least for an orbital assault on a fortified planet. The damaged Helldog seemed impressed at least, and he gave the Helldog the offered fist bump after retracting the 30mm into its internal housing.

[color=lightblue]<<Couldn't do it without you folks providing backup. Good work out there Helldogs, we'll leave the ones smart enough to surrender to you.>>[/color]

Commie finally saw fit to chime in, strain at the edges of his voice, at least playing nice for now and reporting the capture of Coalition tech to turn over to R&D. That and the recent influx of combat data should keep them plenty busy for a few days at least, see what toys they could come up with for field testing. Rhino had to admit to some enjoyment of trialing new and experimental kit, old habits died hard he supposed, though there was going to be plenty of time to talk shop over incoming experimental kit later. For now he composed himself out of the habits he had briefly adopted leading the Helldogs, chiming in now that things were, at least for a moment, more secure than they had yet to be. 

[color=lightblue]<<Commie, Rhino, good copy. Trying to single handedly keep R&D busy for while we are planetside? Rook, Rabbit, once you three are done playing with your food, recommend escorting Hex back. Need to get that comm situation sorted out sooner rather than later.>>[/color]

Rhino kept an eye out for any further incoming trouble, though he was already getting the Secutor's Revenant Field Repair Suite programmed and spooled up. He had soaked a good amount of incoming fire, and while his armor was far from compromised, he was not keen on letting it just sit idly and twiddle his thumbs waiting. Getting the Field Repair Suite programmed and on standby for when they were ready to return to wherever ended up counting as base camp for the immediate time being would save him time down the line. Plus, if some Coalition diehard made a rush on them, just having the FRS on standby wouldn't impact his ability to fight or respond. Until then he kept eyes and ears open and alert, no time to relax until off the metaphorical line. Helldogs should have prisoners handled, so that put him on sentry and watch standing duty until the everyone regrouped.