The ride of the Valkyries
"Zelbinion this is Big Duke one, we've reached the deck and are assuming combat formation." Lieutenant Henley radioed as he eased the Condor VTOL low and slow, along the flat expanse of the wastelands. flying alongside her was a formation of roughly six other Condor VTOLs, and one heavy Heron class assault VTOL.
The aircraft maintained a staggered formation, low to the ground to remain difficult to detect with conventional radar. But the sounds of their engines were unmistakable as they approached.
"Zelbinion, this is Big Duke one, we're approaching AO, ETA Two five Centons, over." Henley radioed, before he turned back to the Marines in the troop bay.
"Big duke one, Zelbinion actual. Low and slow, seize the facility and leave no survivors, we'll be on standby to provide support if you need it."
Henley chuckled, before he got on the tactical channel, broadcasting to the other Condor VTOLS.
"We're going in, get tactical marines!"
With that. Henley turned to the squad leader. "Start the music."
"Music, sir?"
"Coeurl, it scares the hell out of the Terrans." He called out, and on cue, Aschen war music, with powerful percussion, strong brass, and subtle lute undertones began to blare from the Condor's speakers as they approached.
Splitting up into two formations of three, the squads readied the crew served weapons on the craft, mostly rotary plasma cannons, and Big Duke one carrying a stanchion mounted portable ion cannon.
Henley eased the Condor in, under cover of darkness, he let loose, sending two ATG-5 'Gladius' Missiles from wing mounted hardpoints.
These two missiles careened into one of the guard towers, lighting it up in a brilliant plume of white hot plasma, white phosphorus, and searing hot shrapnel.
A thundering boom followed, as the Condors sailed over the FOB, with initial recon showing there was minimal AAA, the squadron was confident they were going to get the job done.
Swooping around, a pair of Condor VTOLs moved hard to the right, while their gunners switched to thermal view, to try and get a firing solution on the inhabitants.
Raining plasma, they opened fire on any thermal signatures they could find, peppering a pair of tanks with hot plasma from the air, which rained down in brilliant blue streaks from above, with the Condors running dark, they would be difficult to see with the naked eye.
The attack had begun.