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; At FOB Darkhammer, a Coalition Warrant Specialist perched himself atop the turret of an SHV-A artillery tank, holding a pair of binoculars in front of his eyes and tracing the mass of the Aschen Reverence as it loomed across the city. Beneath him, the massive turret of the vehicle slowly rotated to aim at the vessel; the heavy magnetic rails of the Arbiter's dual cannons humming with an audible tune before the first 210 centimeter projectile was loaded into the breech of the weapons.
"Looks like they're bugging out -- you sure this wasn't a drill?" The Cavalrymen responded before using a small designating laser to gauge the distance to the target.
"Three klicks, Hoks ... look about nine-hundred meters. Who lets these guys take the wheel? They sure like to get low to the ground." He remarked before disembarking the Arbiter and jumping down to the asphalt.

"This is Captain Kosser at Battery Twelve, we have confirmation of Aschen ship providing security for our target. Advise?" He repeated one final time into the headset, cramped in the confines of the Tactical Command car parked in a fortified structure within the FOB. Parsing through telemetry and firing data, the Captain watched the six anti-ship cannons of the FOB's artillery platform adjust themselves with minute computerized actions. The constant hiss and whirr of machinery could be heard out the open hatch of the vehicle.
"If we're gonna' fire ... Battery Twelve to Mission Control, interrogative, that Aschen Reverence is still guarding the priority target?"