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"By the gods what have we gotten ourselves into..."

Marine Sergeant Decurion was caught in the thick of it all, the ratta-tat of gunfire, and the sounds of bullets whizzing past him caused his mind to briefly go blank, the disorienting flash of a disruptor muzzle blinded him in his left eye for just a moment. The din of combat enveloped him, washed over him, and brought him into a fugue state from intensive combat that was completely unlike the simulations.

"Sunt tibi bene!?" The Sergeant's radioman called out, before he grabbed the man and pulled him to the ground. "Ex disrumpam!" He screamed, before he smacked the sergeant across the face. In the face of withering incoming fire, the Sergeant couldn't think, before everything came rushing back.

"Veni in, miles ad victoriam, eamus!" The Man shouted, his collar pins denoting his rank as Specialist called out, as a bullet struck the ground right next to them with a loud ping. The Sergeant shook his head violently, before he cried out. "Form up, find cover, take out that frakking machinegun nest!" He called out, gesturing forward at the hardened position on the right, bullets ricocheting all over as the Aschen team went prone, trying to find what little cover they could from the barrage of rounds coming at them.

"Castellanos! Aventus! Form up to the right, swing wide, Kalfkos! Field of fire on that MG." He screamed. The Aschen squad moved to the right, Sergeant Decurion, and Senior Corporal Kalfkos raised their weapons and began firing rapidly into the hardened position, sending streaks of green light searing against the sandbags and the trench that had been dug, spraying the trench, and the positions behind it with molten rock, and superheated slag from the disruptor impacts, one after another until Decurion's muzzle flew open into sections of four, exposing an intricate pattern of red hot coils, and began venting hot green plasma all over his hand causing him to recoil, and drop the disruptor rifle.

"Plas out!" Castellanos cried out, as his hand was suddenly enveloped in green plasma, and he hefted the plasma grenade in a wide arc into the hardened trench, engulfing it in superheated plasma, and molten slag, causing a scarred, and disfigured insurgent to stumble forward, on fire, and smoking until he fell forward, some of his clothes still sizzling, and smoldering.

"Go, go into the trench!" Decurion called out, stooping back down to pick his rifle up, and check the charge. "Let's go, advance!" Stacking up around an overturned SUV, they moved towards the right flank, alternating their weapons fire to maintain a persistent salvo of disruptor fire focused on the remaining points of contact on the mansion, blowing chunks of molten stone, and dirt away from their impacts, and bathing the entire area in a miasma of thick smoke, and ozone.