[center]Things happened way too quickly for Fox´s consciousness to remember them all. One moment, they were fighting for their lives and those of the Jedi Knights in the arena - in the next moment, they were at relative peace and calm at a forward command center and in another moment, they were being dropped from Striker Eureka near a set of canyons that led to their next goal. Restocking on ammunition at the center, quickly left Striker and listened very closely to the briefing. Tremor´s instructions were as clear as the fact that they will encounter some casualties during this attack - and they will not be small. Without artillery strikes or close air support, the odds were pretty much against them. But ultimately, they always were. Bu the odds were of no concern for the 67th Legion - they will either accomplish their goals or die trying. So when Falcon gave the order to move out, he moved with the rest of his brothers, confident that they will find a way to solve this situation as well. 

Dropping from the slope and resuming the charge with the rest of his unit, Fox started to notice the surroundings. The hive buildings around them were bound to be crawling with more Geonosians than he could possibly imagine - and the terrain before them was full of large rocks. That gave him an idea he shared with Falcon.[b]" Sarge, when felucian foxes hunt, they hunt in packs. In a way, we are the hunters now - and our prey are those guns. As they are not moving, we can assault them from several different directions - we can use those large rocks formations for cover. They look like they can withstand quite some punishment. Or the hives. We can split into smaller groups and approach them like foxes close on their prey - from their front and the flank through the hives. But the call is on you, Sarge - give the orders, we will follow. "[/b] With his suggestion being said out loud, he gripped his rifle more tightly - adrenaline was gathering inside of his body. 

Like it does in the body of a fox on the hunt.[/center]