Amelia's four Gatling machine guns roared to life as the Roughriders began their assault, four constant streams of light stitching across them as she demonstrated [i]Sovereigns[/i] fire power. The six large legs raised the central chassis higher, giving her an even better vantage point as the large ninety millimetre cannon thundered more shells down at them. Red rings would circle each Roughrider for a moment before flickering and fading out, a result of their sensor jamming systems and EMP chaffs. Amelia's forces were taking losses but they held the line, each GEAR shouldering an assault weapon as they returned fire, strafed and engaged. Amelia was no fool though; aside from herself and the other officer pilot she knew her units were far out matched in skill which meant she would need to pull something out of the bag if she had any hope of pulling this back. She'd underestimated the Roughriders vigour and hadn't expected them to hit as hard as they had done without first giving away tells to indicate their plans. As Amelia continued to hammer the Roughriders from her hill she briefly glanced at the message which came back through the freq line, ignoring it as the [i]Saxknot[/i] disconnected to prevent her infiltrating it's systems, she didn't have time to read it. 

Instead she patched through to command who were watching this training exercise, "This is Winter, requesting access to military satellite Zero Eight Beta, 'Firefly' " she said as the six legged GEAR's autoloader began to feed more ninety millimetre shells into the chamber. "... For what reason Lieutenant" replied a deep voice. "... Armageddon" she replied. There was a small pause from the other end before some static fed through, "Access granted, uploading satellite feed now, over" he said before the line cut, a small sub screen appearing on her HUD to show the satellites perspective. "Synch" she spoke, watching out the corner of her eye as [i]Sovereign[/i] synchronised with satellite Firefly. Suddenly her tracking systems amplified as the red rings began to secure around each Roughrider via the satellite's enhanced systems. The central chassis of the [i]Sovereign[/i] then sank as her missile launchers tilted up. Amelia moved her hand delicately to her controls, lifting a transparent plastic protection cover from a black button before hovering her finger over it. She waited a moment before pressing it firmly. Each of the six legs steadied to compensate as her launchers erupted furiously, spitting streams of smoke into the sky like an angry dragon. 

Each of the fifty six missiles rose into the sky, reaching it's apex where it began to arch before falling back towards the ground, directly towards the Roughriders. Due to their EMP chaff and sensor jamming; the missiles wouldn't be able to make direct hits on the Roughriders. But it would definitely be danger close. "I hope you can dance..." Amelia muttered before opening the COM to her units, "We're pulling back to secondary positions at the air strip, we'll make our last stand there. Everyone move!" she shouted before she began to retreat. The six legs thumping in engineering harmony before she picked up speed, the rest of her unit moving with her while shooting back to cover their retreat.