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OOC RNG Results, More than 24 hours have passed
Rolled for
@Akashi and
@Astros, request that you post your reactions. Kosuke only rolled PC hit.
Sam, Rolando, Drago as follows, 48, 49, 77. Erika 26.
Results of other squadrons as follow. Squadrons are grouped from 1-2 As Elite, 3-6, Veterans all remaining as Rookies
15 50 85 45 80 68 63 4 26 83 84 3 Result: two units hit.
64 51 45 15 79 6 68 67 89 31 86 41 Result: two units hit
IC
Looking at her display the Englishman contacts her over the comm, with a slight smile in reply she actually agreed with his assessment, it was sound however, she had two reasons that wasn't an option. "Correct Sergeant Marvus. However we can't do that, as one, the Simulation doesn't account for more than stock models as of yet. And two, we need her off the beach, I planned to post her up on the hill with the Rear team once we got her to a covering position..this TSA won't make it off this beach otherwise shes too slow."
With the Japanese chipping in his own thoughts, the Colonel is about to speak as the Major hurriedly cuts in;
"Be concerned with your self before others...Watch out! Below!" Quickly putting her own TSF into action, she hated this about the BETA the only way to be sure they were dead, was when a Flame thrower tank had paid a visit.
Suddenly without warning a number of what seemed to be dead Tank-Class jumped from a bombed out shell hole, latching onto the Type-97 Mauling the back leg thrusters until the Major Rushes in with her own chain blades, narrowly avoiding the TSF's sensitive leg motors..though the damage had been dealt, the leg motors would be risky to use for long distances.
Looking at her status board, another light in the squadron bleeps off...Drago? The hell? Lucia's eyes narrow at the data being sent as she quickly types in a command bringing up his Data. A one in a million laser beam had splashed a missile in close, causing it to detonate mid flight..the Assault ships crew were angrily demanding they take the reloads and leave as they rushed to damage control stations, the Left arm seemed to have blown off part of its protective plating, and the launcher unit as well as the engine on the lower left leg were destroyed.
Effectively, his mobility and firepower had by pure chance been cut to a third.
Thats when more red lights began to light up from the other squadrons, the Beach squadron were taking hits, two of the rookies had taken massive damage, with the sensor head being horrible mauled, and another judging his distance too poorly, crashing into the ground, already his wingman was coming to his aid, but massive damage had happened in regards to the control systems as the pilot switched from flight mode, allowing a system reset.
The support unit sent to support the beach ran into problems of its own, with the hordes of Tank-class literally leaping from the cliffs and remnants of the Atlantic wall, it was a scene straight out of hell, one TSF was being pinned, its pilot had broken out into hysterics, screaming as a chuck of the TSF cockpit is torn out, and a clawed hand scratches at them, the other Rookie hit had lost his main gun and was now fighting the BETA with cold steel...or Carbon in hits case.
This beach was a death trap, they needed to get off of it at once..if they stayed..well that was that.
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Lucia reacting to the situation begins issuing new orders.
"Squadron Three, retrieve your two comrades, advanced into the ruins on the hill, stick to the roofs and lure the BETA to the bombed out hill at point 22." This was a reference to the hilltop that Germans had 60 years prior sat up heavy guns and other fortifications, it was heavily bombarded. Regardless the Tank-Class were using those hilltops to play hell with the landing forces, shutting off the outside comms thats just how things would be.
"From there you'll have shell holes to use as cover and can fire into the beaches. Approach from the Sea, I give you permission to use jump jets above altitude, and am requesting naval support with anti-laser chaff. Get off that Beach now.." It was a terrible feeling leaving even these simulated troops to their fate, but the TSF's were simply more valuable.
"Unit Two, recover your units and take a box formation, requesting battleship bombardment of the North west exit at Gold, make for the Remains of Caen, then head to the blocking route, wait for the Bombardment, two minutes and advanced, keep away from the hillsides." Once a whole was blasted into the enemy lines, they would have a chance to move into position with the Orbital and paratroopers now digging into position on the road into the port, the UN needed this port or the whole operation would be for nothing, a Diversion that didn't compleat its objective was worth little and less.
Turning her attention to her own unit the Majors voice suddenly cuts in.
"Comrade Colonel, I spot eyes at grid 9 O'Clock, overlooking the old rail yard. Moving to engage" As the rockets begin impacting the hill top, the leading unit just passes moments after the detonation, however only half of the missiles had blanket the area. The lasers were in a good spot, though the hill had limited the arcs of fire.
Reaching a snap decision, Lucia grabs the TSA from under its arms, and from behind, pushing her Pak-Fa to full power. It would help aid in the speed, though it left the unit with one less gun till they reached the top.
"Kosuke Fall back to the Central unit, we'll keep a hole open for the Vanguard."
She fully expected the Japanese pilot to argue but there was no helping it..
"Sam you'll join the Rear guard once I get you up this hill. The four of you will take and hold this hill until we can return. From there we'll retreat to the hill and stay until the ground forces have made a foothold and dug in."
The Major switching to her own comm the Major gives her own orders in rapid order with a hint of anger and burning resentment to her voice.
"Pavlov, Follow the the Captain, Erika with me. Kill all of them.." Trusting the Colonel to get the A-10 up the hill, Tatiana pushes her thrusters to max, bursting through the smoke and by passing the BETA around her, the lasers had priority. Moving in close, there seemed to be 50 of them. Unblinking eyes powering up, or staring at her. If the BETA actually had emotions it could have been guessed the stare was surprise..all the same it didn't matter to her. She hated them.
From the moment she learned the truth, to the day her maimed form came crawling out of the rubble of her broken F-14E. If she played her cards right on the real mission, maybe the UN would spring for the functional eye..that would be nice, even if it was the low end model..it was nice having people wanting to give you limbs, rather than see you losing more, so they could stick you into a TSF till death..
Pulling the trigger at close range, with her four comrades its unlikely the lasers would last long. As this is going on the Colonel finally reaches the top with the A-10 in tow, the engines glowing a fiery read, she was vulnerable.. though her own center unit should have already crested, it was now on Sam to take the forward position, turning her head to gain a look of the rear, the Navy was beginning its localized bombardment, principally the HMS Vanguard. Deciding to add a note of sorts so Draco knows the Commander hadn't forgotten him, the Colonel opens a private line
"Keep your damage to the other two, and watch that arm. That was a one in a million...both in happening and living."
The rear unit would have to deal with some stragglers on approach, but if they didn't clear the hilltop in time it would be best if they took cover on the beaches.
