[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ElXJ8NH.jpeg[/img][h2]Stand Down[/h2][/center][indent][code]Skogsrå, Gelcastre City Outskirts, LZ Delta_
101st Special Forces Legion. Local Time: 1310_ [/code][/indent][hr]
[color=pink]<< Gross. Hex just gave my Sparrowhawk an STD!>>[/color] Sabine complained over the squad comms as they skated back towards the rest of the squad, the staging area now a hub of activity as more and more MAS and transports began to touch down, clutches of infantry deploying from landing craft and additional Helldogs forming a perimeter around the area. The battle above and around them was far from over, and more than one landing craft careened through the air in flames, impacting the ground not far away. The sounds of cannonfire crackled in the distance like thunderbolts, underlined by the rapid staccato of small arms fire, and the chaotic noises of the city of Gelcastre itself was a dull din that filled the rest of the air.

The Helldogs sent wilcos and over-and-outs over to Vulture as several units of mechs began to stomp their way towards the city proper, making their way towards their own objectives, but the 7th weren't bound for the city- not yet. The 7th fell in with Vulture's Watchdog, and using the cover of the chaotic battle around them, stole away into the great forests outside of Gelcastre city. While not exactly [i]megaflora[/i], it was perhaps convenient to them that the planet of Skogsrå was known for its massive forests- literally massive, with trees thicker than the Secutor, and hundreds of feet tall, it was easy for a small squad of mechs to get lost in them. The battle further covered their tracks with scattered heat signatures and wide range jamming on both sides, though the 7th did relegate themselves to merely walking in their machines rather than flying or boosting along the ground.

It was two hours of steady marching through the woods before the 7th met up with their supply convoy, a small train consisting of a pair lightly armored supply transports, and a pair of trucks dragging mech trailers- doubling as repair bays along with them.[hr]
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[indent][code]Skogsrå, Gelcastre Woods, 7th Supply Camp_
101st Special Forces Legion. Local Time: 1830_ [/code][/indent][hr] 

It was another two hours of travel before they convoy found a relative 'safe' place, a clearing in the woods at the foot of a waterfall with a natural cove in the wall. Enough tree cover that they wouldn't be seen from above- with [i]just enough[/i] space for their lighter MAS to fly up and out if they needed to scramble. The MAS were 'parked' crouching, and thermal blocking camo-netting was stretched over the mechs and camp, forming a small canopy. Within the hour, a small, but functional camp had been established, the trailers hidden within the cove, while the transports formed a psuedo wall for the camp itself. Supply officers and techs were quick to set up a supply tent- that doubled as a mess hall for what few personnel were present, and an operations tent was set up near the center of the camp. A few of the Roanoke's marines set up a perimeter and established a guard post at the nominal 'front' of the camp, though everything was kept underneath the camo netting and as low key as possible.

Breathing room. For a moment. 

The Sparrowhawk and Blackout were the first ones loaded onto the trailers for repairs, and Sabine climbed out of the chest of the Sparrowhawk, pausing only to huck a pinecone at the opening Blackout's cockpit- aiming for dark head of hair belonging to its pilot. [color=pink]"How's it feel to get your ass saved by the Rook?"[/color] Sabine teased as she pulled her helmet off and stuck her tongue at the infantry veteran. 

As the rest of the pilots disembarked from their machines, crew chiefs, along with a small unit of technicians poured out of the tents and transports to begin what servicing they could provide to the machines, given what limited tools they had on hand. The head of the techs waved Sagan down as he disembarked. "With all the damage and resupply needed, we should have you guys turned around and ready to work in 10 hours- It'd be faster if the lights didn't get banged up like they did. Tell your pilots to be more careful, eh? Its not like we have a machine shop out here."