Landing Area
The Reavers were caught between advancing Rixxikor Deathclaws and the powerful artillery that was beginning to get closer to finding its mark. Corgan was more concerned about the effect it would have on the Infantry that didn't have Power Armor or a tank to protect them. Maybe if they could advance quickly enough, they could outrun the artillery, but getting too close to those fortresses would be suicidal. He just had to hope that Vier had a plan because there was only one thing he could do.
"Button up now! Everyone on foot that can fit should get into the APCs and AFVs, I don't care if you have to sit on someone's lap or put your crotch on their face! When they are full, and I mean so full you can tell what the person next to you had for lunch because of the fact that your head's so far up their ass you can see their stomach contents, everyone outside of a vehicle needs to keep
their ass right up against a vehicle!" Corgan ordered.
Corgan ducked down and slammed the hatch of his cupola shut. He made sure it was locked down tight. All around him the rest of the company followed orders. Most of the infantry managed to stuff themselves into the vehicles, although no one was happy about it.
The tanks continued to slowly advance, firing volley after volley of HEAT rounds at the Deathclaws. "
OMGs, I want you to return fire at those Deathclaws. You should be able to track their firing arcs back to their locations. Show the bugs how to aim, will you?" He said angrily.
At his instruction, the mobile artillery locked onto the Deathclaws bombarding the shore and tried to silence them for good.