Rhona W — Roleplayer Guild

NEW IC IS UP

A breakdown of the tactical situation:

-The town is roughly an oval blob around five miles in area. 
-The Landcruiser docks are in the south, where we started from. 
-Currently, the Imperial forces, Kuraiko, Irry, Es and the Fireteam are all on the Eastern Side of town. 
-The Imperials are heading to the West Side of town, where Blade, Mike, Aidan and Adrian are all positioned to intercept them. 
-The Warehouse where the Princess and the second group of unknown enemies (assumed to be Southern forces) are located is a few blocks behind them to the West
-Kellia is waiting for the Fireteam and their ATV to pick her up at the touch-down point for the teams' GEARs after the BGD. She has some info on the Warehouse and is ready to assist them.
-There are ten Imperials total. They are skilled opponents, with high-end military GEARs, and equipped with powerful weapons. I.e., they are not idiots, and not a pushover. 
-Four of the Imperial GEARs have broken off to engage Blade, Mike, Aiden and Adrian currently. Six remain in the mid-part of town, still moving west.
-local forces consist of wheeled light armour (stryker equivalents) and light vehicles (hummvee equivalents), with scattered man-portable heavy weapons in infantry units. No GEARs, tanks or aircraft. 

Hopefully this will make things clear for upcoming posts, so that nothing gets missed out when people are posting, and I have to do in-character leaps, or run-arounds to make things make sense.

Blade looked over as the jeep squealed to a halt nearby, and the remainder of his pilots jumped out, accompanied by an attractive young female mink. As he looked at her curiously, Mike answered the question he hadn't yet asked. With a nod, he turned to the young woman. 
"Well, miss. You've helped us out so far, and right now I don't have time to run you through the mill of trust/don't trust or anything else; there's too many people in danger. So, if you're working to the same end as us, then good. I'll get you in touch with our ground assault team; in they'll be on site shortly while we try and deal with the big guys. Speaking of which..."

"BGDs. Never thought I would live the day to see that."
"...what are we waiting for? ....ah, that....I like that"

"Ain't it a thing of beauty," the fox said in reply, before dashing forward to his GEAR. Keel boarded his quickly, using his natural agility. Blade was left with the more traditional route of the built-in hand-and-foot holds to mount his machine. 
He swung into the cockpit and the hatch powered closed. Holographic instruments flickered to life and the internal monitors showed the outside, pixels chasing across the screens as the machine moved from standby to full power. AlThe GEARs UHD batteries whined to life, motors across the machine coming to life with a building hum. In the distance, the chatter of weapons fire and thunder of explosions could be heard. Baring his teeth, Blade urged the Harlock to come to life
"C'mon, faster, faster, faster!" he urged quietly.
One by one; in fractions of a second though it seemed like hours, the machine came to life. Blade slid on his helmet, and almost immediately his ears were filled with chatter from the other pilots, the fireteam, Ken and the Claw. 

"Silver! This is Kensington and I'm in the bird. Look boss we gotta hit these guys so to at least slow them down for you! Hollar when you receive."
"Maxwell, I'm online now. We're just powering up our GEARs. Harass the hostiles, get them with hit-and-run attacks; keep mobile and try to keep them moving this way. We'll stage an intercept and try and pin them in this location, away from the residential areas. Maybe the forces in this warehouse will engage them too, and we can let 'em knock each other out - if we can keep the collateral down".

His paws slid onto the HOTAS and his boots onto the pedals as the machine gave him the all-clear. Targeting reticles and readouts were displayed, floating holographically in his field of vision, and synced to the tags and markers on the panoramic interior monitor as he responded in turn to the calls from his squadron.

"Blade, can you get the locals to focus on civvies, get them to stop fighting and get any stragglers out of the fray, Also, the Imps are carving towards what's near the direct opposite of my prior location, you should have local authorities clean that are out ASAP. Hopefully Ken will spot their leader and I can focus him down right off the bat. Throw a wrench up their asses. Aihara out."
"Check my last message ta Maxwell; work in tandem with his movements. Harass 'em and hit-and-run. Stay in place too long, and they'll chew us up, and th' settlement too. Keep movin' to draw their fire t'ward the West side of town, away from the population center and toward us. We'll set up a cross-fire an' an ambush. I'll get ta work on liasin' with th' locals on evacing the civvies. They're already doin' their best as it is, but there wasn't much warnin'. Be careful. Don't get dead. Blade out".

The bulky parachute-and-retro pack disengaged with a brief flash of explosive bolts, tumbling to the ground of the abandoned lot as Blade listened to the next speaker, the GEARs hands moving to pull its' autocannon rifle from its' carry-mount at the rear of its' waist.

"Captain Sprinsteam reporting in! Heading back to the Crawler now!"

Blade looked puzzled as he heard Esailia's words and quickly replied. "Negative! The ATV and fireteam are in the field; they were supposed to pick you up at Maxwell and Aihara's location-"
"Sir, she wasn't at the location," Irry cut in. "I'm at Aihara's location now. The Fireteam are on site in the ATV, over".
"'Fuck is goin' on wi' that feline," he muttered to himself, before replying on the open channel. "All right, whatever. Jacquo, stay with Aihara and give 'im support. Fireteam, break off an' get to yer CO's location. Sprinstream, once y'all are with yer team, head t' my location; you an' the team are th' best bet fer infiltratin' the warehouse and recoverin' the princess. Me, Nawlin, Keel an' Sykes will head off the Imperials wi' Aihara, Irry an' Ken. Move out, over".

He set the GEAR into motion, pounding the pavement out of the lot, before the foot-wheels engaged and he skated across the asphalt, leaning the two-storey robot vehicle into each corner, smoothly sliding through the streets. 

The Imperial GEAR team were making their way steadily through the streets toward their objective. They were moving constantly, and were heavily armed. However, they were not causing wanton or pointless destruction; and had refrained from plowing through buildings to get to their objective, or machine-gunning everything they came across. Only when resistance reared its' head did they engage - although, then, collateral damage was no concern. Splash damage from explosions, shrapnel and the mass of GEARs or vehicles manoeuvering, being destroyed or turned over and otherwise engaged in battle shattered businesses, vehicles, homes and more. 
As soon as Irry and Kuraiko's GEARs appeared on their instruments and Ken's helicopter appeared overhead, the Imperial team began fanning out, adopting careful positioning and overlapping fields of fire to defend their flanks. 
An infantry heavy weapons team moved in as the Imperials slowed down, moving in to plant charges with careful motions and through cover; but as soon as they closed within range, panels around the knees, shins and calves of their target exploded directionally toward the team in a devastating and brutally lethal shower of razor-sharp flechettes, turning them into raw, bloody masses. Empty shell-casings rained down on the street as the GEARs opened fire with a variety of autocannon, gatlings and other such weapons.
As more targets appeared on the screen indicating the rest of the team moving in, one  pair of the Imperial GEARs angled their direction. Long-barelled cannon unfolded from their shoulders and began to launch projectiled toward the trio.

Silver reviewed the C3i information fused from the sensors arrayed on the battlefield; a drone orbiting over the battlefield launched from the Claw, the milita's vehicles, satellites overhead and the rest of his teams' own outputs. The comphrehensive results were presented by his GEARs battle computer allowed him a clear overview of the battlefield and tactical situation, and he used that information to direct the others.
"Sprinstream; we have a friendly asset on the ground at the Warehouse in the western side where the Princess is located. She has access to intel about the hostiles in the warehouse. We know they have GEARs and battle armour, so be prepared."
The mid-range rounds began to rain around Blade, Mike, Adrian and Aidan, and Silverwind weaved around them, before sliding into cover.
"Aihara, Jacquo, Maxwell; suppress those mid-range artillery units. We'll close in and attack from the front!"

With their artillery suppressing Blade and the others, the four leading Imperial GEARs began to move out, heading to attack Silverwind and the others, all armed and ready for trouble.
As soon as they caught sight of the quartet, they spread out. The rearmost pair opened up with suppressive fire from hand-carried rotary cannons, while the two leading GEARs moved in, using precise bursts from their autocannon or under-barrel grenades to target the four. 

At the warehouse, Kellia had taken cover behind the vehicles Blade and the others had used to get to the abandoned lot. Her 'friend' had patched her into their tactical network, and she had listened to the gruff foxes' instructions to the fireteam to pick her up. The mink looked in the direction of the explosions and fire as they grew closer, spotting the smoke trails of rockets and missiles on occasion, and seeing Ken's helo overhead. The buildings were tall and numerous enough that she caught no sight of the GEARs as yet. 
Glancing back to the warehouse, she scrutinised it further. Her 'friend' had still not been able to get any interior views, beyond the original picture. She had no clue as to how many of the enemy were inside, or what their exact disposition was. However, she had detailed plans of the interior, and all of the architectural details. 
Biting her lip, she glanced up and down the street and over to the warehouse, its' roof visible above the intervening buildings in the streets between. She took a step forward... and then back.
"I should wait," she muttered to herself. "They might need my help..."

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