Legix
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The ship rocked powerfully, the motion doing little to disrupt the people inside thanks to gravity manipulation, but it had to adjust its course as it came down. Skyscrapers spewed industrial smoke and were lit-up even in the morning sunlight. The Hray flew slower and slower as it lowered, passing one of the tallest buildings as it rounded around toward a massive military complex on the water's edge. Compared to offworld military hub-worlds, New Bernese's capitol garrison was small... but it was still quite the place to arrange and help manage the planetary defenses from. Juno smirked, his metallic hand clasping the radio transfeeder as the ship descended. It was speeding up even as the rooftops grew closer and it made its close flying path, a clear sign that was explained as the feed showcased an explosion along the base's northwestern perimeter.
"Reds attacking the local military," he paused while the radio cackled its transmission to all of the platoon rather than just his crew, "Going in hot. Planet's governor is down there with locals. Let's make them understand the difference between militia and the real Marines."
Rather than just wait humbly, he secured himself into the commander's chair. The Hray flew down into its final stretch, hovering and the sounds of bullets and explosions sounding as the shields protected it from stray fire in the conflict below. The box lurched for a moment, the metal module dropping a few feet with an almost deafening boom. Not but a minute passed before the module hissed and readied itself fully to release the platoon. Grasping the radio and keying in the planetary comm-codes, he reached out over their channels to the local military's feed.
"Governer Abraham, this is Lieutenant Juno Rickett," he paused, the largest door to the front of the tank slowly but surely opening upward to reveal a base filled of wounded soldiers missing limbs or covered with blankets to indicate death. The death toll had to be high, based on the body count alone. The command barracks, a two-floor building that appeared styled after some ancient primitive ranch with steel plating, indicated the name of this base as Fort Puckett, within the city of Puckitall.
"Our support staff are going to assist with wounded and move to the command barracks. We're moving to support your local riffraff."
After a moment, a feminine voice picked up with the sound of gunfire around it. It seemed the Governer wasn't in the safety of the command barracks, nor was it an apparent male like the name might have implied!
"Very well, L-Lieutenant! W-We need help on the Northwest Wall! These bandits have some rocket rifles that we don't have anything to match!"
"Well," with a smirk, the man turned out of the hatch and motioned the infantry to ready themselves before barking over the radio once more, "That's why we're here! Three-Oh-Ninth, we're deploying! Private, get us moving! Take the base's supply roads to avoid any wounded!"
Fort Puckett
The outside of the cargo module was a hellscape. The bodies that filled the northwestern courtyard that led toward the command base was only one part of the fight. Fires burned and people screamed from the northwest wall as large blast doors continued taking beatings. The door was thick enough to stop traditionally found equipment, but it was more than soft enough to go down if they put a proper HE round into the sucker. The sounds and hissing of slug-throwers and energy weapons made it clear that this probably wasn't the average group of thugs attacking a planetary capitol's base.
"Infantry, I want you to dismount once we reach the wall. The turbo-lifts appear operational near the gatehouse, so take those up and assess the militia's status. Support us from the walls. Corporal, make sure we're set to HE rounds for maximum effect. Fuckers are going to learn why our Division used to be a menace to spot on the battlefield!"