Durgama Takeover

The Corregidor troops massed in the building complex to the south of the map. The Gecko Harris to the east, the center held by Jazz and her core group; rems to the left of her, missile bot to the right there she was stuck in the middle with a Fiday. He was so damned obvious. Why did he think Anyone would be wearing a suit in this weather?…. Terrible impersonation choice, at least go for something vaguely challenging, but it did mean the friend or foe target system had him flagged as a friendly, one more thing to deal with.

As she was dipping into the sphere the coms crackled. “In the pipe, five by five, ETA 2 minutes”. Good, Kowalsky was on time, she had been worried about the air cover but that little present Jazz left in the sensor grid left a hole just big enough for her to slip through.

To the north the west flank was held by a group of snipers, nice fire lanes locked down. The transductor would keep an eye on them, no need to risk the guns… yet. Those tech coffins were valued by command; they weren’t sure exactly what was in them but apparently it was worth the risk of splitting off the defence of the gunnery platforms.

Pings of movement drifted through the sphere, a 3 man team was rushing the eastern tech coffin. With the Fiday taking most of her attention and the Gecko Harris still moving to position there were no eyes on the group. Seemed to be a sniper, a heavy and a doc. Wait, was that Leila? Had to be, the ripples in the sphere, the data flow, must be her. Damn these coffins must be important. Luckily she was having problems accessing the eastern coffin, they can be tricky.

“ETA 30, where do you want me?”

Leila and her group were pulling back, lugging something… squishy?

“Sending landing vector.” Jazz blipped the sphere, “ should drop you down behind hostiles, Leila has the target, priority fire”.

The three man group had pulled back and were taking cover amongst shipping crates, waiting for the Nomad reply.

“First things first, this cheeky bastard of a Fiday.” Jazz shot an order to the Moran in the boxes near the Fiday. His Koala was already deployed oblivious to the intruder. “Attempting detection” was his reply. The Fiday glitched as the first layer came down, now the impersonation matrix was a little out of sink, obvious to the eye, but still had the electrons fooled. He stood his ground, casually trying to inch towards the missile bot. Took guts. “Stage two” the moran reported. The figure lunged towards the bot as the matrix dissolved. The koala lit up, but the Fiday managed to miss the majority of the explosion.

As this happened the missile bot moved away, the evader rushed up, pistol drawn, the medic moved with the bot, and the Moran readied his rifle. The Fiday drew his curved blade, and went for the bot. He was greeted with a hail of gunfire and went down. The missile from the bot sailing away into the distance.

“Now that’s dealt with, back to the mission” mused Jazz mere meters from the confrontation.

The Gecko team ran up, looking to distract Leila’s team. The TAG put shots into the heavy, an Asawira, and Leila. All of which glanced off armor or cover.

“Taking hits!” Shouted the TAG pilot, “Damaged but operative, be advised they have an AP spitfire and a marksman rifle”.

“Entering operations” Kowalsky broadcast over the sphere, “don’t shoot me, I’m looking at you Massacre”. She was greeted by a tirade of colourful Spanish obscenity from Massacre.

“No clear shot on Leila, they haven’t seen me yet. Sorry doc.” Then a short bust from her rifle.

“Medic down.”

Leila span and shot as Kowalsky dived for cover squeezing off her reply.

“Leila down.”

The Asawira turned trying to keep the Gecko in sight while drawing a bead on Kowalsky with a nanopulser. Kowalsky had switched to the adhesive launcher, rifle unlikely to fry the BTS of the heavy suit. She disappeared in a cloud of activated nano bots, hit the ground twitching and unconscious.

“Kowalsky needs a medic!” Shouted the Gecko pilot.

The bots and the Moran rushed up the field only for the Tranductor that ended up in front of the gecko to be shot by a shimmering image from behind crates in the center of the battle.

Skids//&:&”””. Nqeeerv…&.:

***** TRANSFER LOST *****

***** ATTEMPTING TO RECONNECT *****

***** CONNECTION FAILED *****

God damned Aleph AI garbage! This is why we have our own sphere, with blackjack and hookers!

***** STARTING ANALYSIS *****
***** ANALYSIS COMPLETE *****
***** STARTING SIMULATION *****
***** SIMULATION COMPLETE *****

***** PROBABLE RESULT NOMAD WIN. MULTIPLE SUPPLIES TAKEN*****