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<span class="mu-i">”Agh! This is Cliff One, come in, ground. They’ve got something with a cannon down there. It’s taken out some of my controls. I think there’s a fuel leak, and there’s smoke. I have to make an emergency landing. Sorry.”
“Pull back, Cliff One. We’ll handle it. What’s the status on the other gyros?”
“They’re close. Really close. My observer sees them, I think…Damn, I’m going to lose control if I don’t touch down soon. Cliff One out.”</span>
An unexpected turn of events as the Autogyro carelessly glided forth and away; nobody expected the shot to be made, least of all the pilot and observer of the aircraft, but a burst of two-centimeter fire from the ground struck it twice, and it lurched sideways, a stream of thick, black smoke growing behind it. An unimpressive result at first glance, but it was soon clear that the damage was causing the pilot to struggle. Rather than circling as it was, the autogyro began to limp away…
A small victory. The illusion of a great force would be maintained, a steady retreat possible, and busily being executed. Yet, the reality of the situation did not take long to rear its ugly head. A Firebottle flew over an advance armored car- its commander ducking down, and directing the turret to swivel. The militia, unluckily caught in the open between its target and a squad of infantry coming from behind that had failed to be suppressed, was cut down in the blink of an eye. The rest of the Netillian armor surged up with the infantry line- to devastating effect, as they laid down fire to pin down the militia in buildings that would soon suffer under the scrutiny of not only shells and machine guns, but munitions casters and grenades. Yet, these sacrifices had been planned. It was on the militia to properly shoot and run, and if they could not manage it…they paid the price.
The sound of heavy propellors south, and the Major ran to the other side of the building to check what was happening. Indeed…there they were. The heavy autogyros, two of them, the same that had been encountered reinforcing Site 12. They must have immediately loaded back up and left. No easy feat for large planes as those, especially considering where they had landed. Yet now, the situation was even more dire. The militia wouldn’t hold against the northern force as it stood now, let alone elite troops from the south…
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“We’re here,” you said, brushing your braid of hair back over your shoulder. “It seems like they’re in trouble. Let’s hurry over and turn the tide. High Cloud, this is Sparrow. We’re approaching and ready to reinforce you. Provide the locations of your forces, please.”
>Magnus’s tank force comes from the north- behind the enemy, but potentially, with others close behind too…
>Sparrow Group comes from the east. Away from most of the fighting, but able to deploy south or north quickly.
>The Ambush Group arrives from the northeast, ready to hit the flank of the attack.
