Re: The Battle for Vega IV
The LAAV driver puts both his hands on the wheel, smiling as he revs the engine of the vehicle, the gunner pulling down the visor portion of his helmet "Awright, folks. Let's hit the dirt!" the driver says, as the wheels begin to spin in the dirt, then the LAAV begins to move forward into the city, the soldiers providing escort alongside it. Halfway to the first NAV marker, a loud whine could be heard as one of the Harbinger's in-atmosphere fliers streaked overhead, the gunner tracking it with his missile turret and screaming "Vanquisher! Low and hot! Take cover!" he yelled, tracking the small arrowhead-shaped craft before his turret got a lock, and he let loose two of his missiles, the flying craft veering away and trying to escape the projectiles as plasma bolts began to rain down around the LAAV, shooting from alleyways and windows, a total of 8 Harbinger Grunts initiating the assault, two of which were slowly advancing down the street.
The two grunts advancing down the street had their right hands held up in front of them, a small device attached to their wrists flaring with blue light every time it fired, launching purple plasma at the group, their tentacled mouths formed into what could be taken as scowls, as their scrawny legs carried them forward. All around them, parked cars and pieces of rubble might serve as suitable cover, though the two advancing Grunts would be a problem. The passenger of the LAAV had taken a bolt to the chest early on, and was gasping for air, as the driver had yanked him out of the seat and was giving him first aid on the road behind the LAAV, which mean that the passenger turret was unmanned.
On the Bridge, Stukov turned when he heard the name of the ship, raising his right eyebrow, then nodding at the request to use the comm network. "Make it so. I want those bastards gone. Harris! Give me a sitrep on the fight for Tillan!" he barked from his command chair, Harris turning and sighing. "Not good. They've got their Vanquisher multi-purpose gunships providing air support, and even though we have enough troops to match their numbers, that's still a disadvantage. We have to end this space battle quickly so we can get some gunships of our own down there." Harris states, then turns back to his officers, working at handing out field orders, as Stukov sighs and leans back in his command chair with a frown on his face. "Ariok, send word to the hanger bay, have our two gunships warm up their engines and arm up! We're going to need their firepower!" Harris calls out from his side of the bridge, staring at tactical readouts as the AI would begin to receive another data packet, encoded in the same type of encryption, but with one more layer of encryption than the first one.
