Outside the Fort: Sōkō Neko
While Ella had her resolving conquering of scoring her first true kills, Juno was acting as a staunch beacon to the squad and the elite locals as the Maximus lumbered forward. Specifically, he lowered back into the tank and took full control of the turret atop the tank with his commander's panel. His voice boomed from tank's internal microphones just above the warm-up of the chain-gun turret.
"More pedal, Private! Enemy entrenchment, left of the hill! Ram them back into the fucking dirt!"
The high-pitched whine and 'Fart of Nepleslian Freedom' sounded even louder as it covered the charge from Fergus. The suppression was brutal, forcing pirates to clutch their weapons and hug dirt. One poor bastard popped out to try and fire what looked like a laser artillery piece, but a push of a button had ensured a different death than the one they would expect. A swap to the reserve ammunition ensured the incendiary rounds impacted him and sent him down into the trench... just before the popping and white cloud of phosphorous erupted upward and out of his hole. Men came rolling and screaming, their bodies doused in flame as they tried to find refuge from the chemical burn. It was a massacre, but one that wasn't without answering. The thump of a familiar sniper rifle smashed the shields along the Maximus' right flank, the array flickering and giving warning signals within.
"Right turn, emergency stop at forty degree shift!"
Outside the Fort: The Death Field
The progress of the tank was likely to be shorter pressed, while Fergus simply barreled ahead of the more cautious squad. The suppression had kept him safe, both Fang and Minnie watching him vanish within the bunker as the door gave way to that half ID-SOL strength. While the other locals moved around the sides and flanks of Yang's shove, the women darting to and fro as they made an augmented mess out of anyone they stumbled into the same hole as. The other ID-SOL let out a yell as he rushed ahead beyond them, his machine gun roaring almost as loud as the cannon that supported them. Three pirates poked out from a foxhole to meet him, their guns pumping enough lead into the large brute that it seemed to be fatal... only for him to throw his large rifle right at one of their heads. It broke his neck with a pop and a horrible bend, the local leaping ahead to deliver a brutal front kick to one of the others. The last pirate was screaming and cowering in fear, Fang able to line up a shot through her covering attempts just as the large militiaman crushed the head of the unfortunate pirate against the slope of the deep hole like it was some rotten potato. It only took a moment for Fang to snag a kill if she wanted... though the uninjured of the giants was turning to attempt to take it.
Before his head simply exploded into a horribly large red mist to the bark of the anti-tank rifle. His form simply stood there for a moment before he fell down and atop the pirate, crushing him beneath the sheer weight of his body no doubt. The armless ID-SOL, moving alongside the pair of 309th members, strangely only scoffed.
"This is why there needs to be more of us... if the rest of the locals were ID-SOL, then this battle wouldn't have needed better guns."
Hefting up, he lined up a few bursts along the nearest trench to the medic and Fang, clearly trying to offer them the chance to take the enemy's right flank!
Outside the Fort: Storage Bunker
Now inside the prized bunker, Fergus could see why it had been so vital. One entire wall of the building was lined with medical supplies of various capacity. Corporate bought, more than likely, but easily on par to some of the best emergency field gear any traditional Star Army had. Another wall was lined with more of the local's dusters and Nepleslian combat vests, likely meant to arm more of their elite troops. It was simple to deduce that the lack of it being fielded meant there were likely no elites within the militia forces to protect the planet capital until the NSMC or the NSN arrived. The only ones who were around seemed to be assisting them now...
But the real prize was the massive, crouched down
Aggressor 1B with an
AOP locked in its massive fist. The suit was large, almost like an Origin mecha... but it was the greatest power armor that came around in terms of Nepleslian combat power. It looked operational, even sporting the ERS systems and plasma chaingun turrets on its shoulders. The sickly vibrosaw knife was in its sheath upon its chest, the suit's minimal layer of dust indicating that it had likely been put here to act as a training system to the militia to teach them the principles of PA and vehicle operation. One oddity, however, was that it didn't have a very standard paintjob. Its greens were up to regulation, while the chest plate bore what looked suspiciously familiar.
Across its chest was the hooded cobra, mouth open to bear its fangs. And on its left shoulder, the black star with gold trim of the NSMC was printed beneath a bold '309'.
Among their various assets redistributed across Nepleslia, one of the original Aggressors that belonged to the Armored Division had ended up on the colony world. It seemed that the stretching of the 309th might have been a lot more than just its personnel and equipment to other groups... but the battle now was the time to focus. The Aggressor might bear angry-visage of Whooper the Friendly Cobra, but above all it was a warmachine that had the missile packs and deadly drum-fed weapon to smash the hell out of their pirate foes.
