The Grav tanks had a main cannon and a pintel mounted machine gun turret and while the cannon was not designed for something that fast and small, the machine would do the trick. Thankfully for the flyers, the fire did a good job of keeping their heads down, or just burning it off. They pretty much had this little square in the bag,
But as there was more information... More angry soldiers were going to move in on their position. And just as well, trading blows with the tank sent in another squad from down a side street. At the far corner, there were two soldiers bracing their deflectors as make shift baricades and then engaged in firing back. Somehow though there was a special weapons team, a missile launcher slung over their shoulder. The computers hummed with targeting solutions and their fuel kicked in, sending two missiles sailing down the street right at them, their guidance systems keeping them on course.
So that took care of most of the roof and nearly everyone on it. It was only one air helipad, one elevator and one control station still marginally intact, the rest had pieces of grenades, destroyed wreckage and the remains of the SAM missle doing its thing. Skyldig cleared the landing site alright. Leaving Malkan to set up her jammer.
Loading through the transmissions she'd pick upon on some of the chatter before her device kicked in.
[color=grey]"MTF! MTF!? Sir, we lost MTF 12!" "Helipad compromised! Get PDF on the phone." "We'll bring the supplies to the level thirty dock!" "Reroute all classified -----"[/color] Then with a scratch of radio static, the jammer focused on the wavelength and set about keeping it from reaching out.
Malkan came back just in time for the big yellow ship with graffetti to set itself down just off the helipad to ungorge the rest of its 'cargo' The rest of the crew for the mission.
A sharp whistle rings out. "Damn I didnt think we'd get this many explosions already."
A five foot tall girl with noticably robotic arms, lands on the solid asphalt of the helipad, a backpack on her as she holds a drone
of her own design. It rolled off her hand unfurled its legs, prancing off the pad towards the main landing where the elevator was.
Behind her, with a heavy clunk of metal and hoisting his plasma cannon was their brute M. He would already be laying devastating waste to the battle if Sky hadn't beat him too it. But he knew at this point to just stay out of her way. If she got shot or not, he knew her well enough to know she'd survive. His heavy frame nearly crushed the stairs to meet with Malkan, a nod of his helmet before going to the elevator. "My gods damned rappel line broke."
Explaining why he was late.
Meanwhile Ross is already heading over to Sky. She is whistling a song playing in her headphones as she begins to take out the tools she's going to need to deal with the soldier's little drug fueled fix and that nasty bullet wound. She took one syringe for waking her up, her arm splitting in another to get out the tweasers, another had some skingraft spray, and the last a painkiller. A bullet was routine, so routine it was almost boring. She approached the dangerous girl with barely a moments hesitation. "Piff, passed out from that. I swear you're getting sloppy."
Poking and prodding, her cybernetic limbs whirled about her, extraction, patch job, and then finally a nice set of endorphins and adrenaline right into her chest, get that heart really pumping and back into the fight.
The captain came over the comms, her eye on their radar. "Looking good so far. They're looking for bunch of terrorists down town than here, but that explosion on one of their biggest towers, someone is going to notice."
Ross' drone got the elevator working, bringing the lift up to them.