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Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 26, 2012 11:11:00 GMT -5
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Approaching Gorzan Mountian Range
The sun was had only been up for ten minutes when the flight of sparrows neared the Gorzan Mountian Range. The Spaceport was only eight miles away and was not that far by flight so it didn't take Kilo Company that long to getting close to the landing zone. The wind was calm, the remenets of the blizzard eariler was no longer a problem. However it was lightly snowing.
As the sparrows approached the foot of the mountian range, no gunfire was exchanged. It was very odd for that to happen. The first three sparrow's landed and unloaded the first elements of the battalion who were Kilo Company. Hobbar could hear his sparrow approaching it's landing when suddenly he heard a large explosion outside. He didn't know it but one of the Sparrow's that was landing exploded. And the sparrow that he had ridden in was right behind it.
The landing site was actually very large and perfect for a landing zone..unfortunatly it was also a great place for a ambush. The terrain was rocky in front of the sparrows, while the terrain behind them was a flat valley. There were multiple enemey posistions further up the mountian. However the slope of the mountian was the immediate concern. There were many boulders that could shield a person. Multiple gunmen were behind these enormus bolduers.
And further behind the boulders was a shallow trench which had a anti aircraft battery. It ripped into another sparrow which crashed behind the trench. "Get us safely down!" Hobbar said as he went into the cockpit. "Don't take any chances get us safely down!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2012 11:28:04 GMT -5
"Nah-ah man! I'm good, but I'm not that good! I can't land here!"
Suddenly John heard a boom, and immediately after that multiple alarms were going off. The ship was hit, and was about to go down
"Mayday, mayday, mayday, we are going down, Misfit is going down." Joker said, while trying to re-route all available power to the landing systems
"Lieutenant! Brace for impact!" John tried to make the landing as soft as possible, but the ship touched down hard. When the ship touched the ground, a metal pipe went trough John's leg.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He moaned and continued to talk "Joker, Joker!"
Joker was killed, and John didn't knew about the men in the back. He could only hope some of em were still alive so they could get this pipe out of his leg.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 26, 2012 12:46:53 GMT -5
Hobbar woke with someone shouting his name. "Ensign Hobbar!" he looked but everything was fuzzy and the shouting was distorted. "Ensign Hobbar.......Michael!" His vision then cleared and he saw that it was Jorge. "Staff Sergeant? What happened." he said. Jorge unlocked the safety harness that held Hobbar in the seat. "We got shot down, there's a anti aircraft weapon that shot down two other dropships. I...I don't know if there were any survivors. Everyone is ok, Nguyen is killed and our dropship pilot has a rod stuck in him. "
"Alright." Hobbar said as he got up out of the seat. Looking around he saw that the platoon was getting up. All except Nguyen who' had a hole in his torso that killed him instantly. "I'll sort up what to do in the mean time, I want everyone to get ready, we don't know what will wait for us out there. I'll try to raise anyone from Kilo. Staff Sergeant let's go see what we can do about that pilot."
The troop compartment was only lit by red low lights. The regular lighting had gone out, and there was a giant hole near where what was Nguyen, it was bringing in some snow along with it.
Ensign Hobbar and Staff Sergeant Silva went into the cabin to see the damage. "Ah man." Silva said as he looked. "Ok we'll try to get you out. Staff Sergeant get the medic. " Ensign Hobbar said. "Medic Lee your needed up at the cabin." Staff Sergeant Silva said as he went back into the compartment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2012 15:37:09 GMT -5
“Ensign,” He coughed and moaned, “I'm okay, krrgh, just get this pin out of my leg and I can help disable that thing that took my baby down. I'll try to contact command and see if we can get some support that's not flown in”
John was scared, but he had to set an example, that pilots, or naval officers, weren't as soft as the infantry thought they were.
“Anyone on this channel!? This is Misfit, we have been shot down, 2 dead, multiple injured. We need support, over! This is Misfit, we have been shot down, 2 dead, multiple injured. We need support, over! This is Misfit, we have been shot down, 2 dead, multiple injured. We need support, over!”
After three times trying he came to the conclusion that the radio was dead, and that if they'd want support, they would have to disable the AA battery first.
“Mate, radio's dead, and the only way for us to get support is by knocking out that Triple A. Do your men have flares? We have to fire three after we've destroyed it.”
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Post by Myra Lee on Aug 26, 2012 19:28:34 GMT -5
When Myra had first started on the medical school back on Earth she had been told that doctors often had to take long stretches of work without rest. However the army proved to be the exact same thing. Always getting up early, often before the sun got up and working all day only to find a few hours to rest before the nightly operations. However there was one advantage that could allow for a little extra sleep or that last snack before the unit hit the fan. The trips from the FOBs to the mission area was often done by either air or land based transports and the gentle hum of the engines made sleeping quite easy.
Myra was actually sound asleep, comfortably resting her head against the hull of the craft. She knew that someone would be shouting out orders just before they landed and that would easily wake her. The first few volleys of anti-air fire didn’t wake up Myra, but they didn’t hit the craft she was in either. But as a loud explosion echoed through the hull of the dropship, Myra woke up with a scream. She looked around to figure out what the hell had happened but before she could really see anything for the smoke that filled the place, the ship crashed to the ground. Myra must have passed out briefly because she didn’t hear the officer calling for her. Instead some of the other soldiers gently grabbed her shoulder and gave her a subtle shake. “Doc! You’re needed in the cockpit!” He said and Myra nodded. “OK!” She said but did nothing to loosen her seatbelt. “Don’t say ok and lean back… Say ok and get movin’!” The soldier said as he saw that Myra still hadn’t moved. Without a word Myra nodded and then got out of her seat. As she reached the cockpit she looked at the two pilots. She quickly checked the pulse and respiration on the most critically wounded pilot but he was gone already. Then she turned her attention to the other one. “I’m going to connect this to you respiration system!” Myra said and held out a small anesthetic. “Take a few deep breaths and I’ll have you fixed up in no time!” While Myra connected the small dose of painkilling drugs to the pilots air filter, she looked at the injury. She then turned to the officer who were also there. “You have to lift him over that pipe… I can’t lift a grown man in full body armour”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2012 4:05:35 GMT -5
"Doc, krrgh, can you please just make sure I, krrgh, don't feel anything? I'll pull the thing out myself"
He had to show those apes that he could handle things.
"If you don't do that,krrgh, I'll order you to do so"
I won't die in this shithole, or in this condition. I'll pull the thing myself if they don't want to.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 27, 2012 15:21:23 GMT -5
"Staff Sergeant get everyone ready to move I'll help up here." Hobbar said. It looked worse then the pilot was feeling. If he could get help for his leg he would make it. That if he got to base in five hours at minimum. "Ok, I'm going to lift you up one...two...three." he said. Lifting up the pilot wasn't the hard part; the hard part was trying to make sure the pipe didn't cut any deeper into the pilot's knee.
Lifting him out of the seat and manuvering him into a more comfortable posistion. "Ok, Lee do what you can. Aldman, we do not have flares, but I think the dropship has some. I'll look for them and as soon as we get outside and destroy that anti aircraft gun I'll shoot it. You leg looks worse then it feels. If lee can do something within the next five hours your leg will be fine."
"Ensign, I don't think we'll be able to fly out of here." Silva said over the radio. Hobbar went down into the troop compartment. The light coming into the compartment was almost blinding but he went to where the others were. The rest of the platoon was outside watching for any signs of movement. Then that's when Hobbar saw that half of the tail was gone, shot off. "Alright any idea to where we are?" he said pulling up his map.
"We're not that far away Ensign." Silva said and knelt down beside Hobbar. They crawled towards where the sound of the anti aircraft gun was. The dropship had landed half a mile behind the antiaircraft weapon and the trench was in front of them. They had landed near a small patch of trees. And there were some boulders. He looked out on the terrain, most if not all the enemy troops were looking the other way which should help a little.
They must of thought that the dropship had been destroyed and everyone had been killed. Hobbar knelt down and as he did he updated the map. He listed all the friendlies and known enemies in the area. The map showed at least fifteen enemey troops with a large red box showing the anti aircraft weapons. Green dots were friendly units. Most of them were in the front of the trench and were taking heavy fire from the trench. No enemy troops were in the boulders since more friendly units had touched down.
Lima Company had started to land and some of those dropships were meeting the same fate. Once his people were clear of the wooded area there was no cover
"First Platoon. We have new orders. I want both squads to take out that anti aircraft weapon before it destroys anymore dropships. And we will kill all enemey personal in the trench. Squad line formation , Let's get going." Hobbar said.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2012 15:49:47 GMT -5
"arrggh!!! krrgh, rrgh! I'm okay. I'm okay!"
"I think I can walk. Ensign, can you please get me my carbine from over there?" He pointed to a place on the other side of the cabin "We might be able take them from behind"
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Post by Myra Lee on Aug 27, 2012 16:52:32 GMT -5
”You won’t feel any pain” Myra told the pilot as she connected the small injector to his respiration system. She inspected the injury while the officer carefully helped the pilot over the pipe and once the wound was clear she could see the full extent of the injury. She started removing some of the armour pieces that would block her work and didn’t really pay any attention to the pilot or the officer but she faintly understood that he was talking about her work. Myra looked up. “His leg will be fine but I need time to stabilize it…” She said and took a deep breath before turning her attention back at the pilot’s leg. But before she could do much more about his leg, he started rambling about wanting his weapon and it even sounded like he wanted to walk out of there and take the fight to the enemy. Myra took a firm grip in his shoulder, not that he would feel it much due to the drugs. “You are not going anywhere!” She said and looked up at the officer. Even though she knew that he probably knew the basic rules of first aid she still felt the need to tell him something as well. “And don’t you give a drugged man a weapon!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2012 16:59:40 GMT -5
"Like hell I will. I refuse to stay here. And ensign, I'm ordering you to give me my rifle. Doc, just put a patch on it and help the others, as long as I won't fell anything, I can help takeout the son of a bitch that killed my baby! Now, follow your orders, or do I have to start looking for someone else that can put a patch on my leg?"
He knew he was hard and rude, but he refused to just sit there and wait for help. He had to do something, and if that meant walking around without feeling anything, so be it. There were other methods, but right now, there were as many men needed on the ground as possible. He was able to stand, and to walk, hell, he could probably even point and squeeze the trigger, so that made him available for helping the grunts.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2012 20:02:42 GMT -5
"What the fuck?" Was all that echoed in Sigismund's skull as he pushed himself up so he was sitting up. He shook his head some still feeling quite sore from whatever just happened. What was worse was there were a number of bloody corpses all laying around him, some strapped to their seats still but with pieces of metal stabbed deeply into their bodies, and a number of others were laying around looking as if they were flung from their places and smashed around like rag dolls. Of course Sigismund could hardly remember any of it, he was out cold. His head was also throbbing like crazy. He guessed his lucky skull painted helmet had managed to take a good bit of the shock and damage that would have otherwise killed him. All in all he was just bloody happy to be alive at the moment, just he was alone and the place was bloody cold... that and there was a large gash across his leg, and a piece of metal sticking out from his shoulder. Sigismund didn't say or do anything, nor could he really feel it, the shock was still keeping him numb.
After a moment trying to collect his thoughts one what had happened he sighed lightly as he slapped the side of his helmet, which in turn got all the systems on his helmet up and running again, which meant his life expectancy just went up some. He then looked down at his two wounds. "Da fuck?..." He mumbled softly as he noticed how bad they really were. "Fuck me, and fuck this day." Cursed Sigismund as he slowly, and painfully began to push himself up to his feet. "FUCK!! Shi-i-it! That smarts..." He moaned in pain as he managed to get himself up. Blood began to pour from his shoulder and leg as he began to hop and drag himself to the dropship's first aid case. Climbing over the wreckage was a rather daunting task in itself for the wounded Sergeant as he did his best to ignore the obvious pains he was suffering through, but sure enough he made it.
No sooner had he made it to the case he popped it open, but not before checking the two pilots to see if they were alive. Nope, both were pretty much dead. Didn't really click into his mind though, and he did his best to make sure it wouldn't so their faces wouldn't haunt him, to much of 'those' nightmares already, didn't need anymore. "Alright.. thank god for protective cases." He sighed softly as he began to take out a small gel gun that would serve to close up, and protect his wounds from infection after cleaning it. Shortly after he grabbed a couple of naps and began to clean and disinfect his leg wound, before adding the gel, and wrapping it up tightly with a white wrap. Then came the part he really didn't want to do.. his shoulder. He cringed as at the thought of the pain he would endure pulling it out, but he knew it had to be done. "Mmm... haha!.. fuck me, fuck me, fuck!!" Sigismund cursed loudly as he slowly gripped the piece of metal before ripping it out quickly. "Mmmm... god... fuck.. ow.. that really doesn't tickle." Was all he moaned out before he gently began to do the same thing he did to his leg, this time he used a small patch for his suit to help protect the gel and wound. Stung like hell, but he was now in the clear... wound wise anyways. As for his new situation he was pretty much on his own at the moment and things really weren't looking to great after kicking the bullet proof glass out only to see a number of lights charging straight for his crash site and the other. Sigismund quickly found his rifle and was also quick to take as much ammo as he could carry and store on him, for his pistol and rifle before taking a bag of supplies and bouncing out of the crash and into the cold elements.
He landed with a thud, forcing sheer pain to course through his wounded leg. "GOD!!! Why?! Why all the time me?" He cried out, his voice muffled by his helmet. Shortly after shaking his head he quickly limped off as fast as he could rifle in hand, his suit's systems doing well to keep him warm in the cold. As the distance between him and the crash grew farther and farther apart Sigismund looked back, his face hidden by the visor of his helm, before he plucked a high explosive charge out from his belt and threw it into the massive hole in the dropships window. The explosive would go off the moment someone not registered as a UCHD trooper came close to the ship, which in turn would destroy all traces of both the dead troopers and pilots, and the vessel itself. He smirked knowing his buddies would be glad to take a couple of red hands with them into the afterlife, before turning and limping off.
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Post by Ted Manning on Aug 29, 2012 18:46:55 GMT -5
It was his first mission with the crew of First Platoon and he felt as confident as ever. He was a little irked to find out that he was placed in a different squad than his partner and therefore not able to be on the same transport as Lee but it was a simple hitch in the road that he could get over. Now as he rocked back and forth against the straps of his seat as the transport entered the atmosphere he looked around the troop hold. A lot of the young faces he saw get off the transport shuttle when he arrived were now in second squad and this would be their first trip into combat. They looked nervous and despite what anyone says everyone in that hold was nervous. It was just their job not to show it.
The ground was getting in view as well as the Gorzan Mountain Range, their target. Ted had been over his plan several times in his head. Land, Cover, Hold, Suppress, Help. He was their to primarily make sure no one died if hit but he had numerous tours in which he fired his weapon several times. He would be alright. They all would. But that was the last thing he thought.
A giant explosion rocked the ship as the velocity pushed him back into his seat. Warning sirens and red lights flashed as the troop transport spun violently. Faster and faster they fell until he was plunged into darkness.
A cold feeling chilled him as his eyes began to slowly focus to the scene in front of him. The early morning light shown through a hold in the side of the transport which was eerily quite. Grabbing the circular strap on his chest he pulled and the four buckles shot out dropping him to his knees. Looking up he grabbed his rifle and pulled it out of it's slot, racking a round into the chamber and checking the safety.
Finally he took another look around the cabin letting his visor adjust to the darkness. Around him lay several dead bodies, some still in their seats and some on their faces. A chill went down his spine and it wasn't the bitter wind from outside that had done it to him. Inspecting further towards the hole at the top of the craft he saw a trail of blood, someone had escaped. Just as Ted was about check further into the cabin a grenade landed into the hull. As he looked wide eyed he felt the air escape him. He though that was the end and then noticed that it was a proximity grenade made for the enemy combatants.
Letting out a breath of relief he grabbed a hold of the gaping hole and pulled himself up and into the early morning. The outside was overcast and snow clung to the mountain and ground. Around him rose cliffs and rocks. A lot of places to hide and a lot of places to set up an ambush. He unslung his rifle and flipped the safety off. Lights flickered in the distance and he knew they weren't friendlies. Ted looked down into the hole one last time and looked upon the face of a dead soldier, his eyes wide in despair, and then dropped off the side of the craft.
In the distance the figure of a limping soldier stuck out against the snow and Ted began to make his way to the individual in a full sprint. As he neared and heard his breathing growing louder he triggered his com and said, "Friendly coming up your six! It's Doc Manning, how bad's your injury?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2012 11:02:43 GMT -5
Sigismund continued to limp away as fast as his one leg could take him, he couldn't really push himself all too well unless he wanted to open up his wounds and break the gel protection off of them. He had to be quick on his feet to protect himself against both the elements and the enemy forces heading towards their crash site quickly. Either way one thing was for certain, Sigismund was sure as hell not going to die here in the mountains without having taken a few hands with him, and he'd do a damn fine job to see to it that it happens. But for the most part such thoughts weren't on his mind at the moment, rather he was still focused on putting as much distance between himself and the crash site as possible, then find some cover where he can radio for help or at least let Jorge and Hobbar know he was still very much alive and kicking, just badly hurt, and unable to do anything until he gets some better medical attention than what he had given himself.
Then just as he limped towards a good rock formation his sensor on his heads up display picked up a friendly coming up behind him, same squad, Lance Corporal. Happened to be one of the new guys to the squad. He hadn't gotten to talk to the man yet, nor had he the chance to. So when he came running up saying he was friendly and asking how he was Sigismund twisted himself around, stopping to let his only surviving squad member (so far) catch up. "I saw heh.. And to answer the second question two wounds, one wound shoulder near the collar, pierced by a piece of shrapnel, got it out.. second large gash in left leg thigh. Both wounds cleaned, and covered with gel and wrapping.. both.. hurt like hell." His reply was sent over the comms to the Lance. "Anyone else alive back there man?" Sigismund asked. Hoping to god he didn't leave behind anyone, hell in all honesty he didn't even see Ted in all that wreckage, and if he was here there was a chance some of the others got out as well. "Also.. we best double time it behind those rocks over there so we can get out of the wind, and radio Jorge and the others.. let them know we're not dead yet." So no sooner had he finished he began to limp off, he knew he shouldn't be on his feet at the moment but he had to get to cover so that the two could at least have somewhere to get out of the wind and also radio the others.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Aug 31, 2012 8:24:50 GMT -5
Silva got up as soon as Hobbar told the platoon to attack the enemy troops in the trench. He did notice that between the trench and where the dropship had crashed there was absolutly no cover. There was no cover anywhere, the small clumps of trees around the dropship only went a few feet and after that it was just a field of snow. The good news if there was any was that for the moment the ARM troopers were firing towards the opposite direction towards the rest of the company that had landed. They were in cover in between boluders that offered good posistions to fire and they were returning fire.
Jorge and the rest of the platoon followed the Ensign as he brought them closer to towards the enemy trench. However, he suddenly noticed on his map hud that two friendly signals were behind him, for some reason they hadn't walked out with the rest of the platoon , and he noticed three enemy troops heading towards the ones who were falling behind.
"Enemy gunmen spotted at our eight o clock, take em down." Silva said. Kneeling down he turned to his left. The advancing enemy troops knew that they wouldn't last that long but they did what they could, in turn they fired, two fired at Jorge and the rest of the platoon. Two shots hit Corporal Mitchell , one in the center of his chest however his armor protected it, and the other went straight through his helmet. The head exploded in a geiser of blood and the body went limp.
Silva returned fire as fast as he could, hitting one of the rifle men in the lower stomach , he went fell in the snow going limp; the injury would most likely bleed him or her out to death. Three bullets whizzed around Jorge, two he heard go past him, the other one hit him in the chest. His armor took the hit, but like all armor he knew he was not immune to fire.
He returned fire this time aiming for one of the riflemen that were aiming towards the two stragglers. He did not hit that man after five rounds. On the next six rounds, three of the bullets hit the rifleman in the side of the leg, foot, left chest. The other three bullets however missed.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Sept 1, 2012 11:00:34 GMT -5
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Hobbar turned around to the position where Silva had radioed that he had spotted enemy gunmen to their eight o clock. Turning around as fast as he could, raising his Assault Rifle, he knelt down and fired in short bursts towards the group of enemies. One of them had already gone down by the time Hobbar turned around. And another was already going down by Jorge. He heard a loud pop next to him and saw Corporal Mitchell's head explode as a bullet impacted it. Hobbar fired ten rounds at the last rifleman. The bullets hit the person in the abdomen, however three bullets missed and hit the snow. The gunman went down face into the snow, heavily bleeding.
"Form up on me!" Hobbar said as he jogged towards Sigismund. He went towards Sigismund to see his condition. "Glad your OK Sergeant. You look wounded, hopefully the medic can patch you up. OK, change of plans everyone since it looks like we aren't gonna be able to assault the trench, we're gonna have to improvise. I'm not gonna send everyone to their deaths." Hobbar switched frequencies.
He switched to the battalion's frequencies. After passing some protocol he got on the horn with artillery. "This is Kilo, Requesting a tight mortar strike at the following coordinates, Delta, Alpha, X-ray five, three, two, one. Break." he said. "Roger, coordinates, Delta, Alpha, X-ray, five, three, two, one. Stand bye, shelling commencing within thirty seconds." the other end of the line said. "Get back to the drop ship right now, move!" he yelled.
As the platoon ran back, the rest of Kilo company also backed up and went near the outer edges of the boulders. The enemy was still firing at them. Suddenly large pockets of dirt went into the air. The trench and the immediate surrounding area was exploding, the anti aircraft weapon exploded in a beautiful ball of orange. Men could be heard screaming as they desperately tried to find cover outside of the trench. Either the concussion knocked them out or they were too close to the explosions to tell. The bombardment lasted for two minutes.
After those two minutes, the smoke still fresh, Hobbar looked towards the trench, he was currently at the troop compartment of the drop ship. Watching he saw a few survivors come out with their hands up. He then saw members of Kilo pointing their weapons at the enemy troops. "Ensign Hobbar, meet us at the trench. We have to get a count of the company, if you have wounded please let me know." Captain Jones said. "Alright, first platoon head towards the trench. Managing, Lee take our wounded to the trench see if you can do anything for them. And make sure that pilot doesn't get himself killed."
Walking towards the captain, Hobbar shook his head at Silva. Silva nodded. The Captain was currently talking to First Platoon's Ensign. "I don't care if your platoon is three man and a woman short, you will establish a secure zone around us is that clear?" Captain Jones said. The Ensign stood at attention and left. Jones shook his head. "Wish this never happened , damn anti aircraft fire took our sparrows down. Luckily we only have fifteen dead, lord knows how many wounded. Ensign Hobbar, I'll get on the horn with command and see where we are supposed to go now that our transportation has been shot down, Battalion is landing a few clicks east of here. I don't know our objectives yet. Ensign, get your people patched up and get ready to move."
Ensign Hobbar walked to an area of the trench where the platoon was. Silva sat down on the remains of what had been a step for the enemy troops to get a better angle. "Alright people, the captain doesn't have any new orders for us, so get ready. Take a breather, get some of your food from your supply, check your weapons, medics take care of our wounded. I didn't get any orders about what to do with our pilot friend."
"Ensign." he heard over the radio, and he nodded towards Silva, Hobbar went to the captain who probably was giving them their next mission. "You heard him, get ready." Silva said.
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