Soko Neko
Kill them, my child. Kill them all-
The Hanako doll smiled up as Ella took it back into her grasp; the tank firing and a loud explosion tearing through the battle as one of the jeeps was dislodged from its entrenched position and sent tumbling. The other, fortunately for its crew, cursed and hung on to avoid being thrown in the explosion.
And it was then that Joe felt the firm, cold grip of his CO, Juno looking to the view displays and giving him a simple confident declaration.
"You won't die today; no pirate fucks a Nepleslian up with a gun as big as ours."
The screen relayed all the mines nearby, the thunking heavy above them being quite useful; perhaps Fang was worth a good wrestling match to see if she was really as strong as she appeared to be. Being intelligent enough to relay sensory feed that the tank wasn't designed to spot was perfect and unlike most muscleheads even among the few ID-SOL he had fought alongside in his day.
The whirring of the laser defenses suppressing and blasting at any pirate dumb enough to slip into range would be good for now, though; his voice bellowing through the tank to the cockpit.
"Duville! Prepare a charge!" His finger punched at the display, the suite relaying the target at the remaining jeep. There were a few mines between them and the jeep, but there was a track-moving path easily visible through the mess. "Full speed! Fitz; I want an HE prepared to fire backwards! Keep the lasers rolling an- I want you to hop clear of us, Muscles!"
The last part was thumbed over the comms, Juno turning his eyes to grab the controls for the command turret. The whirring gun gave little warning, turning and thunking a few of the phosphorous explosives out along their flanks. It was an impromptu smokescreen of death; one that should give them plenty of time to not worry about any flanking attacks.
Hillscape/Minefield
And just like that, the group were able to free the private; but not without an impressive explosion of dirt.
But that was all it was. Dirt. The mine had been
upside down.
Not that it was much better; Minnie felt the hot air burst upward to her flank, one of the nearby mines detonating in a plume of plasma-discharging death. And then another... and another. And worst of all, despite the fact none of them were reaching the infantry... they were sending flakes of super-heated plasma into the air; burning cinders all around.
They had saved the private, but now felt their golems hissing as some of the first bits of super-heated material reached them. They were now in the middle of an exploding field of heated plasma. And from how it was shaping, their rear was almost instantly getting far worse. Large gouts of the goopy plasma spilled out and set flame to the ground, piling up and feeding the heat of one another as it steadily turned the place into a gooey replica of a volcanic site. They'd better start running toward the top; the shouts of the folks above were quickly growing louder, too.
Just in time for three figures to run through the brush, their guns in a low carry as they paled and readied to fire before vanishing in a pasting burst of fire from their APC not too far away. They had cover fire but no element of surprise.
All they had to do was not step in the liquid death or get any on their skin beneath their heavy suits. While running from a large amount of it. No problem.
Reinforcements
"Move! Move!" One of the sergeants of a back-up squad barked loudly, boots stomping as he led a group of Nepleslians across the hills; additional forces from the 309th intended to be behind the precise hammer of the tank. "No time to dawdle!"
The sounds of the battle ahead were still somewhat off; a couple hundred meters at least. Half of the squad was outfitted in Golems - much the same as the infantry - but there were also suits of Hostile-suited men trudging along with them. Suits of taller, stronger, and better armed soldiers with the most intimidating red eye in the entire Kikyo sector. The sergeant himself wore the old-fashioned
VOID, pointing a big and beefy hand forward for the half-PA, half-infantry comprised force.
"I want the team without armor to go assist the infantry! Us in powered armor will advance toward the tank and provide fire support!"
Two of these Golem-clad lads were SPECIAL in the eyes of fate of course; a strong buff lady and strong buff man. Jezper and Baki could see the minefield exploding ahead of them in a fiery hellscape across the hillside.
Looks like fun.
