With another dance of fingers across the translucent floating icons of the C3i system, Blade drew the strings of his plan together. With the sensor fusion abilities of the system, he'd kept a clear eye on the ranges of the targets and the positioning of his people, and the ranges of their weapon systems.
[quote]"Colonel Blade, sir. Kradis here. Where do you need us?" [/quote]
"Prepare to fire and maneuver. We'll hit the hostile formation hard, and then reposition to support the recon team as they advance. Maxwell, designate targets for Kradis for a Javelin strike. Rest of my team, stand to; we'll advance as Kradis fires, and intercept the bandits moments after the missiles hit. Nawlin, open fire just before they hit - get them nice an' confused for our attack".
[QUOTE]"Colonel. Requesting orders?"[/QUOTE]
"Form up on me. I'll open up with my mortar on the move. Give suppressive fire as we advance. Nawlin, use the suppressive to change position and fire again. We wanna hit them as much and as hard as possible".
"Maxwell, change position - head over to the hostiles sighted by the recon time and give 'em fire support. Free 'em up to press on and get the recon data on the enemy base position!"
Rising from its' crouched position, the [i]Harlock[/i] bounded into motion, legs churning powerfully as the GEAR advanced across the broken, empty terrain. Moving toward the enemy formation, he used hand signals to the rest of the group along with him to spread out into a line, and approach the small convoy laterally, maximising the number of vehicles open to their firepower. On cue, as the counter clicked down to the Javelin impact, he opened up with a volley of mortar shells. Two HE and two AP, targeted precisely in an airburst around the convoy - or, they would have been, if it hadn't been a simulation anyway. Instead, the sophisticated simulation plotted the trajectories and explosive effects, and knocked out the corresponding systems on the vehicles through electronic lockouts. 
"Fire, fire, fire!" he urged the rest of the team. "Press 'em and don't let up!" 
Stuttering, half-hearted fire returned from the convoy, straggling and in disarray. 
At the position of the second group of hostiles closer to the recon team. the three ramshackle modified GEARs paused, and then began to head for the position of the ambush staged by the assault team, still with no acknowledgement they'd seen any trace of the recon unit.