Silverwind's GEAR was moving slower as the simulated damage took effect. And the battle plan was falling apart. The tanks were still active; Ken had ignored his command to engage the armour, and instead had shifted to the lesser-armed and armour GEARs, and instead begun to engage them, along with Nawlin, Bell and Ray, whom he'd detached for precisely that reason. 
[QUOTE]"Sorry sir priorities have changed. Be advised I have to adjust fire to a different HVT."[/QUOTE]
[i]"Negative![/i] growled Silverwind, limping his GEAR as close to the tank as he could, diving into a shoulder roll to avoid a high-explosive round and a volley of machine-gun fire. "The tanks are the priority!"
He cursed as the helo wheeled in the sky to engage the GEARs, and the shook his head, before leaping the [i]Harlock[/i] atop one of the tanks and scoring a melee kill as he tapped the blade of his knife against the engine compartment cover. Standing atop the vehicle, he aimed at the rear of the final moving vehicle; it's turret turning to range in on Oliver and Kradis' machines. He trained his rifle on the rear armour of the tank. The rounds weren't overly high-powered, but maybe with enough of them-
A proximity alarm clamoured for his attention, blaring their ear-splitting wails to him. The holo-prompts directed incoming from a high angle; artillery or similar guided rockets. 
The pattern was off, but they were still grouped tightly around his position. Chances were, the blast pattern would catch him. He had a few minutes to impact, and he considered options rapidly. The triple-a was down, the tanks were down, and - if they survived the bombardment - Bell, Ray and Nawlin were in a good position to hit the GEAR formation, along with Ken. If he'd had the [i]Claw[/i] as part of his forces for the simulation - which, he thought with a flash of anger, was decidedly unfairly stacked against the unit - he'd have ordered the Landcruiser to have engaged the long-range targets, or have taken out the satellite with a ANSAT missile, He could also have requested counter-battery fire. But the Landcruiser, like all off-field assets including satellite recon and such, had been ruled out of the Roughrider's TO&E for the exercise.
Apparently not for the opfor, though.
Ruefully pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he awkwardly leapt the [i]Harlock[/i] from the upper hull of the tank - and deliberately sped as fast as he could toward the remaining active vehicle. The tracks' remote weapon station slewed around to track the GEAR as he approached, the turret turning, but the wily fox targeted the smaller RWS with his rifle and pounded it with paint rounds, doing the same to the viewports - before again leaping onto the armoured vehicle. 
"Please, please, please..." he murmured, and then gave a grin as the missiles swerved off-course, their IFF trackers responding to the friendly in their sights. Again, he drew the knife and tapped the engine cover, as the inert training missile crashed into the earth some distance away. 
[quote] "Biryukova here. I've sustained considerable shoulder and abdominal armor damage from the missile attack and I've had to jettison my shoulder ammo storage units, leaving me with only three more magazines for my rifle. Chaff launchers are inoperable. I can still continue the fight, though. Orders, Colonel?"[/quote]
"Hold position. I'm coming to join you. I've received damage to my GEAR also, and I'm critically low on ammunition, but I'm still in the fight. All other units, report status and position".