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Horatio Garlon

Man, do I wish I was farming right now...

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a character in “A.N.G.E.L. The Eniknight War”, as played by JokerofSpades

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Age: 29
Race: Stratian
Rank: O-4 Major |o|
Designation/Callsign: Phantom, Jorge (pronounced Hore - hey.)
Notable Traits: He’s tall. Well, there is that mechanical arm going on too, along with the fact that he is in a wheelchair a few times a month.
Sex: Male
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 200 lbs (including arm.)
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Muscle Tone: 6 (On 0-10 scale, with 0 being no muscle tone at all and 10 being Bruce Lee muscle tone from Enter the Dragon)
Body Type: Athletic

Level: 0
HP: 25
Dice: 1D35
Total Experience:

Physical Appearance: For a young pup of twenty nine, he has seen waay too much action. Physically, he looks quite worn from all the crap he has been through. One would also not that he does not have a left arm - heck, a lot of his shoulder was blown off too- which is quite significant in his history. He is most commonly seen with a vest on, and a green cape for unknown reasons.

Horatio in a nutshell is a fairly basic character. He is driven to succeed in everything he does, regardless of the losers that pull him down. He is loyal to the core, never leaving a soldier behind that has a pulse and will fight for the Stratians until he dies a horrific, yet completely and nobly awesome death. He fears very little, yet is quite the cautious man when it comes to tactics. His goal is to keep as many people alive as he can, but not through medical, but through tactical.

In the end, he is a loyal character that will give everyone the answers they are looking for to the best of his ability. Makes him a good major.



His Exo-skeleton is code-named Phantom, as it is fairly obvious. It has no feet, instead it hovers above the ground at the same height as everyone else - it is a prime example of superior technology at work. It is mostly used for when he goes on recon missions - he used to be a scout for the exo-skeleton unit before his arm - and heavy attacks using pure energy, which are focused at his chest. It’s special ability is just as the name implies - Phantom can sneak into any area undetected, and leave the same way it came.
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History:
Horatio grew up as a farmer, and had always intended to keep with that profession. He loved farming on the moon colonies, thinking of his job as extremely important for the survival of the beloved Stratian Ring. Nothing could rip him away from his job, or his life.

Well, maybe a Atmospheric failure and a bunch of radiation could.

Their farm was one of the ones to fail. Both of his parents and all three of his older sisters died from the intensive radiation. How Horatio escaped it was completely mindboggling, but he didn’t escape untouched. Upon reaching the escape pod to get to the ring, he had contracted a disease in which the radiation had seeped into his left arm. By the time they had reached the Ring, it had swelled to a point of no return, and he could barely feel it. After a few discussions, to which Horatio couldn’t understand a word they were saying from the pain, they amputated his left arm, and some of his shoulder to remove the radiation from his system and stop it from spreading.

When he woke up a few days later, he sat up and instantly noticed he was lighter. When the phantom pain kicked in, he realized he had no arm. Horatio was then greeted by two officers, and they told him that they could craft a new arm for him, but only if he decided to join the army. After much thought and soul searching - it took him two weeks! - he finally agreed and the mechanical arm was put in, and his career as a scout began.

He sucked at the beginning, to put it honestly. He blew his cover so many times it wasn’t funny, but he never jeopardize his mission. Instead, he used his mech-arm to bash his way through his enemies and come back to the base to find out he had sorta failed. Regardless, he did get better as the years went by: he quickly scaled the ranks as an intelligent, crafty young man of infinite mental prowess. After slowly working at it, he became the best handicapped scout in the Stratian force - since most of his mission he decided to leave his arm off to be lighter on his feet (this was only when he became confident in his sneaking ability, which was the later years of his scouting career.)

However, after a bizarre robot was stolen from the ANG, Horatio was one of the first to be picked for the prototypes to combat these freaks, known as the exo skeleton. He agreed to the idea, as it could be highly strategic, but Horatio certainly wasn't ready for the problems.: It malfunctioned on his first day, since they were still working out some of the bugs in the hovering mechanism. The nerves in his legs took a massive blow, nearly destroying his ability to walk. Not only that, but it fried the wiring in his left arm, nearly rendering that unable to be used - it was a good thing that the Stratians were good at mechanics.

However, due to the new handicap that Horatio was given - which really infuriated the man - he was no longer allowed to participate as field Major: the only way for him to participate was in Phantom. Horatio was reluctant to try out Phantom after that, and after much coaxing he finally got back in the floating thing. When it powered on, Horatio felt like the world had been given back to him: it is the only time that he feels like he has two arms again.

So begins...

Horatio Garlon's Story

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Horatio sat in the front with the driver, watching as the landscape changed so frequently, it was as if a mountain and valley could be built up after today's escapade. He gave a sigh, looking down at his legs with disgust: the nerves were pinching quite horrendously today, so he wasn't able to take part in any raids until he could go 2 weeks without an incident. The longest he had ever gotten was 1 week, and after that he couldn't walk for a month. Having legs like his really took the joy out of life really, for all he could to now was command and strategize. Gone were the days where he thought of returning to farming when he was finished with the Stratian army, gone were his hopes of having any life outside of a chair. It was like a mini hell on earth, one that constantly taunted him - for days he would be able to walk, thinking that this would be the week that he would be able to constantly walk for months before having to take a few days to rest. Only to have his nerves pinch off all feeling in them, and be wheel chair bound for weeks. Even if Stratians had an amazing science program, with the best tech at the moment, they couldn't fix his legs.

Shaking those morbid thoughts out, he heard some chatter out coming from the back. Horatio turned his head sideways, as if to talk to the driver, and instead looked out of his peripherals to see the new kid to the Ghost Platoon, a Vincent Cairo, talking to the young lass of 19, Aster. It seemed to be an informal conversation, nothing really of value to listen to, so instead he began to swing his head back to the path ahead. Before he made it all the way, the driver spoke in a straight voice. "Major, pardon me asking, but if you are not leading the Platoon, what is your purpose here?" Horatio gave him a little chuckle, before finishing his movement to see the front.

"No harm done, soldier. The answer is quite simple, mind you. I scouted this area out, so I will instruct the Platoon on their objective, landscape and what they are up against." The driver nodded, his eyes never leaving the road ahead - metaphorically speaking of course. If any roads were out here, they were probably blown up by the artillery by now. Horatio grabbed his fake left shoulder with his right and and twisted it backwards, keeping it mobile and flexible. The darn thing would occasionally seize up, as if to remind him that it didn't always work either. He shrugged, and gave a sigh of humored exasperation. Whatever happened today, he would at least be somewhere near the fun.

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=Vincent leaned back once again giving a brief sigh of disappointment, not being a smoker he was hopeful to have some means to keep the edge down as the explosions around them and the shakiness of their transport kept their tensions high. His eyes shifted glancing in curiosity through the small port window that peered through the driver's cabin. He seen the unique Stratian officers hat upon a mans head, that only senior officers and above are permitted to wear. Though he didnt mind the fact that there was an officer among them, it did make him a slight bit nervous knowing that their vehicle may be picked out among the rest for holding such a high ranking individual. His facial expressions remained cool however his hands rattled a little bit with shakes, most likely from his past experiences in battle, something a lot of soldiers over time begin to develop.
His eyes soon then gaze at some of the other patrons aside from him and the sniper girl whom looked as if she was attending a funeral. He has been around enough combat enough to know this is a time where soldiers mentally prepare themselves for whats to happen next and tries to not interfere with them as much as possible, still the radio over the ambiance of explosions would be nice, or at the very least some damn gum.=

Five minutes until extraction, don your equipment and have your weapons ready.
=came the command of the truck driver over the intercom.

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Vincent Cairo Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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=The soldiers in the convoys do as they were commanded as they put their state of the art helmets on, images of fellow comrades shown in the reflections of their visors. In five minutes time the convoy reached its destination. a half mile from the streets of Sulta and just shy of 500 yards from the front line. The Stratian tanks traveling with the convoy move forward to the front lines firing volleys into their Artomidian enemies while the Armored protective vehicles carrying ghost platoon form a wall to shield the platoons to protect them while their acting commander Major Garlon will brief them.
Extraction point reached, move out of APC and immediately form up within the walled formation of the convoy.


=The soldiers quickly grab all their equipment and weapons and rush out of the convoys starting from the closest to the exit. The sounds of stray bullets dinging against the armor plating of the vehicles can be heard on occasions. As the soldiers rush out of the convoy they can see the hell up ahead unfolding. Arrow Piercer fighters fly over their head, heading over the battle lines to sink the enemy ships in the distance. The ships themselves were hard to make out however the flames from their rockets being fired toward them can be seen, but more noticeable is the thousands of bullets and artillery fire being traded back and forth.
Among the arrow piercers flying over head was one of the Stratian Air Force's top flying aces Amelia "Mia; Flay.

=The Stratian soldiers from the different convoys begin to gather together and form up in a well organized disciplined square formation, and awaited for their commander Major Garlon to brief them over their mission about to unfold.

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Horatio began to prepare for his speech at the five minute mark. He wasn't always the one that was entirely good at speeches; most people turned to him for advice or insight, not mission debriefing. Nevertheless, he was the only one that could do it, since most of the other Generals/Majors/Higher-ups were either fighting back the ANGs forces - squashing them to say the least - or squabbling behind the lines, not having seen any action in this war at all. He gave a sigh, moving his left arm around periodically to keep it moving. Horatio knew that he would have to stand up straight to face the Platoon, and he wanted to make sure that nothing would break down on him during his debrief. He started to feel around with his legs, moving them slowly to see if they were ready. After a few seconds of that, he decided that he would be fine for the bit.

Jorge stared out at battlefield afterwards. The ANG were hopelessly losing to the superior might of technology - which easily made sense, since they were always going on about the sky being the 'heavens' and technology wasn't 'useful'. Without technology, Horatio knew that he wouldn't have another arm, and probably wouldn't ever walk again. The thought scared him to death, not ever being able to move on your own. Wheelchairs didn't count, for it was like sitting in a couch, yet somehow moving.

His thoughts went darker still to Arkacello, and he winced at the memory. He lost half of the platoon during that siege, and even if it was a victory, it was grim. Sure, the Artomidians lost thousands more, but they were at least dead: a traitor like Vage Leer was still alive and fighting for the wrong people. He nearly spat at the thought of the coward. Horatio knew for a fact that not many men enjoyed this line of work, but stomached it because it was necessary. Vage, on the other hand, didn't seem to have what it took, so he decided to jump ship. That kid would have-

Extraction point reached, move out of APC and immediately form up within the walled formation of the convoy. Horatio's thoughts were interrupted by the call of the pilot, and he nodded his thanks. The soldiers grabbed all of their gear and were quickly assembling outside of his vehicle, as the tanks moved forward to give them cover. Horatio decided that it would probably be fore the best if he got out then, so he opened the door and lightly jumped down. His legs stung fiercely from the landing, and he had to stabilize himself while the entire platoon got into formation: by then, he was fine.

When everybody was settled, he turned to them and stared through the entire ranks, changing and formulating a plan. He needed it to work, or his platoon would probably be scorned as a bunch of losers. He sucked in a breath, and spoke just loud enough over the constant noise. "First of all, forget about Arkacello. Completely. The past is the past." He stared at them all, knowing that more than a few of the platoon members hadn't gotten over it. "Once you do that, you can focus on today's mission. Now, as you have noticed, this looks nothing like Arkacello: The ANG are on solid defense, no element of surprise whatsoever. Yet, they are lacking in numbers, and are slowly thinning out. Operation Lancer, to be carried out by the Ghost Platoon, is a direct attack on two close fronts," He pointed out specifically on their maps with his gadget thingy (In truth, Horatio is terrible with technology...) "where their line is thinning more than the rest, and gain access to the enemy lines. With this small advantage, we can pump other soldiers and armored vehicles into enemy territory and take them by the side." He paused, and then continued.

"Men! Do NOT just think you can walk up with your stealth suits and just assume these people are idiots. The ANG may be pompous and arrogant, but they are not retarded. Keep it tight, and efficient." He then turned somewhat, looking out at the battlefield with narrow eyes before returning. "The tanks will give you coverage as you split into two teams when you reach this junction. One team will take a sniper and head towards the southern section of the attack zone, where a massive outcrop of debris will give that sniper good positioning. The other team will head to the northern section, winding through the trenches as far as you can, then hoping through the artillery holes before striking. Stealth, men, is key."

He stopped once more, and could feel his legs beginning to feel weak. He didn't even look at them, just kept staring at the men, and his eyes hardened. "You will be the finishing blow to the ANG if this mission is completed, for after Sulta is the capital of Holygrounds, and the victory for the Stratians. Ghost Platoon. Let's get it done, shall we?" He left off with the question he always did, and the soldiers went to work dividing themselves into the groups assigned. He purposely put the new kid with the female sniper so that he would get a feeling for how dangerous stealth could be. Snipers loved to pick on their own kind.

He then put his hand to his ear and signaled one of his arrow piercers. "Senior Soldier Amelia Flay, this is Major Horatio Garlon. The Ghost Platoon is about to move out to complete Operation Lancer. I need you to be on lookout for them, and take out any armor that may have been assigned there after my reconnaissance. The skies are all yours, however. Shoot whatever you want when it comes to anything that flies, as I have no experience flying whatsoever. Just be wary of the ground below." He said with a little chuckle, but then became serious once again. He didn't say anything, he just awaited her response.

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Vage Leer Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Vai Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon Character Portrait: A.N.G. A.A.S.T.
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Aster quickly disembarked from the transport, taking cover behind it along with the rest of the squad as they began to assemble, the major who had been sent to instruct them not wasting any time to begin his briefing. Silently, she listened as the mission plan was outlined, the "sniper" it referred to clearly meaning herself. Still, she didn't have any problems with this setup. Sniping was her forte, making this plan of attack perfectly satisfactory to her.

And then, the major finished. It was time to begin. So, unslinging her rifle with one hand, she struck a salute with the other, and replied with a grim but determined response that had been drilled into her since day one of her military tenure.

"Yes sir!"

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The young commander smirked, watching as the bay doors opened before her. The squad had been gathered and, along with a full strike team of AASTs who had volunteered for the job, the entirety of Richmont's Hawks was present for their deployment on their very first mission. Turning, she sized up her comrades as she spun her trademark beret on an upraised finger.

"Alright. Thanks for coming out today, and I wish you all good luck," She began cheerfully, nearly shouting over the groaning of the giant steel door behind her, and the unmistakable roar of engines firing up that resounded from beyond it. "Things have heated up unexpectedly at the front, so your briefing today is going to be via comm link rather than in person. We're executing the operation a little ahead of time, but I'm confident things can still work out. Long story short, we're taking Dracos, so those of you who haven't flown one before, I advise you buddy up with somebody who has. Luckily, you've got myself, as well as these ladies and gentlemen from the AAST corps who have so kindly volunteered to join us - thank you all for that - so there shouldn't be much of a problem. Now, down to business. We're gonna be splitting up for this op, so I'd like to make team arrangements before we board different transports. I'll be taking charge in the north, whereas Lieutenant Vai will be assuming direct command of the squad in the south. The northern squad will consist of Vage, Marlo, and myself, along with half of the AASTs, whereas the southern squad will be Vai and Laymin, and the rest of the AAST group. Sorry to leave you guys one hand short, but we have an odd number of 'Knights, so there's not much of a choice." Actually, the division of the squads made quite a bit of sense. Vage was a defector, and still not to be entirely trusted, which meant he needed to have eyes on him at all times, so placing him with both the commanding officer of the squad and one who was quite possibly its most experienced member meant that he'd be under close supervision, and on a short leash. Besides, Aerionelle reasoned, those in the south would be getting fire support from an entire group of battleships. She could use the extra soldier.

"Any questions?" She finished.

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Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Vai Character Portrait: Trent Soren Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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#, as written by Tanman
Today was going to be a good day. It was the day where everything was going to end, and the war was going to be put to rest. She’d personally make sure of it. For Mia, there was no greater satisfaction then knowing she was to be a part of crushing the Artomidians here and now. It was a foregone conclusion that the Stratians, with their superior technology and numbers would crush the naïve surface dwellers; so the ‘final’ push like this probably didn’t actually mean that much compared to the initial landing strike. Still, this was the moment where she’d claim vengeance. She’d make sure everyone of those self-righteous bastards…

"Senior Soldier Amelia Flay, this is Major Horatio Garlon...” The crackle of her headset radio relayed the orders from the tin-man, a bit of an unexpected change from the now familiar nagging of Sarah. It was a sign that things were finally about to get underway. With an eager curl of her lips, Flay began making some last checks to ensure everything on the Flare Runner was in order, narrowing her eyes a little at the Major’s orders. Just who exactly did he think he was talking to? She wasn’t some rookie – She KNEW the skies were hers – And anyone who begged to differ would be on the receiving end of a photonic laser.

“Reading you loud and clear Major. Just have to be as incredible as always and make sure you folks don’t get bombed to bits. Trust me, nothing’s faster than me in the air.” Mia replied, messing with the series of switches that would allow her to keep an eye on the positioning of Ghost Platoon. With any luck, maybe they’d encounter some unexpected resistance and she’d get a chance to save their scrawny necks. After all, those ‘stealthy’ squads never really seemed to be fond of glory; so they’d probably have no qualms about letting her bask in hero status.

After hearing the reply from the Major, Amelia quickly switched comms to her squadmates, the 5 other Arrow piercers that made up her company more than enough to deal with any straggling resistance that the Artomidians could muster. “So, everyone get that? I’ll be running cover for the Ghost Platoon, so I’m counting on you guys to hold the skies for everything else. Holler if you need me – But I don’t expect much resistance.” Laughing a little to herself, she was met with resounding affirmation, before the tiny commbox of Sarah appeared in the corner of her view.

“Listen up, all of you. With Mia providing cover for a stealth mission, you’ll need to break formation to make it seem like you’re just scouring separately. Watch eachother’s back, and maintain constant contact with your team. That includes you, hotshot.” Mia eyerolled a little at the personal touch, flicking the tiny screen and making it disappear. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. Yo, Trent, make sure I don’t do anything stupid, alright?”

“I don’t really think that’s possible with you Mia… But I’ll try to minimise the damage.” The ever cheerful voice of her friend voiced through the comms, drawing out a faint smile from the pilot. Today was going to be a good day.




For Laymin, there wasn’t any real questions on her mind – Or at least, none that wouldn’t be answered by the briefing while they were heading out. Though she was apprehensive about using a draco, she wasn’t about to show weakness in front of anyone. Besides, she’d piloted one before. Kinda. She had Vai and the AASTs anyway. Wasn’t like she would be on her own out there. She felt spurred on to say something morale raising, but figured that was better left to those in charge of the mission. So instead, she simply nodded and prepared to set off.

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Vincent Cairo Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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=Back over at the Ghost platoon side, the Stratians broke from their formation and began gathering into their teams. Vincent met up with Aster and their half of the platoon=
I always did prefer the beach over the countryside
=he jokes casually as he confronts Aster=
The names Vincent Cairo, I will be your demolitions and support guy,
he says as he extends his hand=

=As he introduces himself they hear a hissing whistling sound in the air, as someone in their background screams
HIT THE DECK!!!

=Like a second nature the entire Ghost Platoon throws themselves to the ground as a rocket from one of the ships managed to make its way near them and came crashing down on the other side of their convoy. the Blast struck against the side of one of the transport vehicles, turning it into a spinning airborne mass of flaming steel. The wreckage of the blown up vehicle litterally gets thrown over their entire platoon as it comes tumbling hard against the ground 20 yards from where it originally was.=

=Lt. Horus and Azmeen Seriphs half of the platoon that will be heading North bound gets pulled up by Lt. Horus=
On your feet! On your feet! This is a shitty place in hell to have ourselves a picnic! Get to to the trenches ASAP!

=Azmeen got to his feet and led the north bound charge toward the trenches=

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Marlo wasn't looking forward to today's raid at all. Seriously, not at all.

For starters, he hadn't drank as much as he would have liked yesterday - apparently they needed to all be extremely sober for today's mission, and from what Aerionelle had just said he was sure glad he was. That didn't change his mood on the subject though. The second thing that made Marlo cringe was the use of these 'Dracos' things. Corpse had seen them before used by those lunatics over in AAST, and in all honesty had no clue how the damn things worked. He wasn't going to say that though when Aerionelle asked if there were any questions, no freaking way. He didn't need losers in AAST thinking that Corpse was scared of flying. He wasn't, of course, he just didn't find it enjoyable or all that 'fun' as others liked to say'. He could tell that Shyv didn't really know what she was doing either, but she trudged forward like he was going to.

So, Corpse cracked his neck and stood there beside Aerionelle, awaiting his 'orders'. Yes, he still didn't like her giving out orders over top of him - she still didn't earn any respect from him just because of her last 'knight spar - but he swallowed that thought and got over it with a smoke. He could deal with it as long as she didn't get herself shot, and the counterattack worked. If it didn't, he wouldn't be happy. Simple as that. Corpse simply nodded when he was ready and prepped himself, slowly rotating his left leg to make sure that a spasm wouldn't occur in the middle of a fight - didn't need AAST coming to save his ass.

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Reading you loud and clear Major. Just have to be as incredible as always and make sure you folks don’t get bombed to bits. Trust me, nothing’s faster than me in the air. Horatio chuckled a little at her response, before switching his com over to the Ghost Platoon's frequency so he could listen in and watch. He didn't need to respond to her confidence -every Stratian could feel the air of victory floating around. They had encountered literally minimal troops, so there was really nothing to worry about in this fight: which was exactly why Horatio wasn't saying much. He knew the Artomidian's and their strict religious views: they wouldn't go down without some serious fighting and religious message, so something felt wrong. Nevertheless, he kept his head high and ducked with the rest of them as the rocket flew over their heads and blew up the convoy.

That was basically Artomidian for 'Hortaio, you should probably get your ass out of their now before we blow you up.' And it seemed that a few of the convoy drivers seemed to think so too, but Horatio dismissed them. He needed to be on the field, or else he would not see the victory of the Stratians. Or if they messed up.

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-Like scattering ants the squad divided into two and scrambled in a seemingly organized chaos. Seriph and Lt. Horus rushed with their group to the northern trenches while the smaller ambush group comprising of Aster, Vincent and a handful of others began wheeling around te southern beach shores under the concealment of the tall grasses and beach wood that lyes before the small Artomidian fleet.

One of Horatios personal escorts looks over to his commander as more artilary shells are being seen launched into the sky.

Sir, we need orders on where you are to be escorted to! -he said needing to yell in order to be heard over the tank and artilary fire going off around them.

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Horatio was staring through the binoculars he recently pulled out with his left hand. Sure, he had given the teams their orders, but it never hurt to check in on them. Besides, it was his job as acting commander to make sure everybody finished their mission with the fewest casualties. While this was going on, however, it seemed that his personal escort was getting a little antsy about the artillery fire that was bombarding the area. It was recommended that, as a Major, Jorge would be moved to the back lines as soon as possible to direct the teams - apparently he was important - but Horatio was stalling for as long as possible. He wanted to see the victory, the excitement, the pride in the Ghost Platoon once more after they won.

Sir, we need orders on where you are to be escorted to! The soldier yelled over the constant bombardment. Horatio sighed, putting down the binoculars. It seemed that he would have to see the win from afar, which didn't please him in any which way. He looked over to the soldier, and yelled back over the noise. "Fair enough! Take me to the rear line, where the Commander's Bunker has been situated!" He turned back to look through once more before yelling out. "Seems like it cannot be helped. Do good, kids."

Horatio was about to turn and walk back to his vehicle when something caught his eye. He quickly whipped his head around to see a Stratian soldier crawling out from a crater not to far off and carefully making his way to where Horatio was standing. He raised his eyebrow a little, noticing that the soldier was from Lt. Horus' group, and instantly narrowed his eyes when he was able to focus in on who he was: Soldier Basic Azmeen Seriph. Horatio didn't know much about the kid's background, but that didn't stop him from being completely taken back by how arrogant the kid was. Horatio didn't understand what the kid's deal was, but he wanted no part of it.

So when Seriph arrived, Horatio gave him a simple nod and cut straight to the point. "Soldier Basic Seriph! I was under the impression that your unit was heading North with Lt. Horus, yet I find you in front of me. Is there a problem?" Horatio was quite confused as to why one of the Ghost Platoon was standing in front of him: if he wanted to give a formal report, that was Lt. Horus' job. If he was here to be an ass, now wasn't the time.

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=winded from not one but two cross country sprints through hell on earth. Seriph was hunched over a moment trying to catch his breath before trying to regain breaths that would allow him to speak in full sentences.=
Sir.. .. message... from the front.. North Team is in... position but.. we are pinned down by heavy artillery and machine gun fire... we are needing air support before we can advance... Radio communications are being jamned. As a result North team was unable to inform you over the com that Lt. Horus was killed. He was hit in the lung by machine gun fire. Before he died, he ordered me to assume command of his team, requesting for you to grant me an emergency step promotion to a field officers rank, when this battle ends. My witness soldier Abel accompanied me to confirm his request but an enemy sniper got to him before we could make it here.
=After that Azmeen hands him the rolled up map=
After Lt. Horus death I confirmed the coordinates of where both the enemy ships bombarding us are and the machine gun fire that is holding us down. We are needing immediate airstrikes on those locations, and then radio communication can be reestablished and we can commence a charge on Sulta's north boundary.


=After Azmeen handed Major Garlon the map he looked at him to see what his decision would be=

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Horatio narrowed his eyes in both thoughtfulness and confusion as Seriph slowly blundered his way through his report.

Sir.. .. message... from the front.. North Team is in... position but.. we are pinned down by heavy artillery and machine gun fire... we are needing air support before we can advance... Radio communications are being jamned. That quite explained why he was only able to contact the piercers and other flyers, and only got static from the front lines: it seemed that jammers were in place to hopefully stall and confuse them.
As a result North team was unable to inform you over the com that Lt. Horus was killed. He was hit in the lung by machine gun fire. Before he died, he ordered me to assume command of his team, requesting for you to grant me an emergency step promotion to a field officers rank, when this battle ends. My witness soldier Abel accompanied me to confirm his request but an enemy sniper got to him before we could make it here. Horatio stared at him, and swore under his breath. Lt. Horus was shot? Damn, really bad timing. This could alter my thoughts a little, especially since this man says that he is supposed to be immediately promoted when this battle ends. I will have to take his word for it, but his only witness is also dead. Judging by his ego, I would normally refuse it, but in these times... Horatio was in a loop that he needed to break, and the only way was to allow the kid to be promoted.

After Lt. Horus death I confirmed the coordinates of where both the enemy ships bombarding us are and the machine gun fire that is holding us down. We are needing immediate airstrikes on those locations, and then radio communication can be reestablished and we can commence a charge on Sulta's north boundary. Finally some news that didn't require his better judgement, just a simple answer. Horatio looked at the airstrike locations, and nodded in understanding. Without those jammers gone, the North team could be obliterated, which could seriously hinder the plans of taking over the enemy lines with two prongs. With a sigh, he spoke.

"Understood, Seriph. I hereby state: Soldier Basic Seriph, under emergency protocol 36B, you shall take immediate control of the Northern squad of the Ghost Platoon, and be promoted to Field Officer by this battles end." He then got the coordinates memorized, and radioed in Mia and her Arrow Piercers. "Flay, this is Major Garlon. A radio jammer has taken out most of our radios. Requesting an airstrike on these coordinates." He sent her the coordinates, and awaited her response.

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"Oh man, it's funny to think that was an attempt to hit me." Laughing to herself, Amelia swooped down low, deploying a few flares to dissuade the missiles trailing after her, causing a multitude of blinding explosions in the sky. Strafing the anti-air fire from the ground, she quickly pulled up into a vertical ascent, cruising upwards at high velocity before turning back the way she came - completely upside down as she closed in behind the fighter that'd made the mistake to cross her. With a smirk, Mia flicked open the top of her flight stick, revealing the ever shiny red button for the main gun. "Buh-Bye." With a soft click, the hyper-dense heated-laser ripped out from the front barrel, exploding in a burst of flame as it easily blew out the engine of the enemy fighter, sending it plummeting down in a spiral of smokey death. For a moment, Mia watched the shredding impact in smug satisfaction, eying the shattered pieces that scattered across the battlefield. Honestly, with inferior tech like that and rookies trying to use them, there wasn't anything that could take her down.

"Flay, this is Major Garlon. A radio jammer has taken out most of our radios. Requesting an airstrike on these coordinates."

Mia listened in to the latitude and longitude, plumbing them in to bring up the targeting beacon on her HUD. Well now, they thought they'd could hide in a puny little shelter like that? Geez, these Artomidians were just a bunch of cowards with cheap and pathetic tactics. "Roger that Major. Consider it done." Switching channels, Mia shifted her gaze to the aerial battlefield, looking for the nearest available pilots. “Soren, Garside, you're running with me. The rest of you, keep 'em busy. We're going on a little field trip.”

“So, that our target is it?” Trent looked up at the feed, the transmitted coordinates slowly rolling onto his own display. “Looks pretty bunkered down. Got a plan Mia?”

“Yeah, blow it to bits! Duh!” Came the enthusiastic, if slightly annoyed reply. Trent gave a small sigh, before laughing in spite of himself. “That's not exactly what I meant. Hey, Sarah, I take it you're getting this too?”

“Loud and clear.” Came the elegant reply, Sarah scanning over the map and details for the mission. Thinking quickly, she decided on the next course of action. “It's bunkered down fairly tight, and I don't want any of you idiots getting shot down on something simple like this. Flay, fly in fast, and just focus on keeping yourself airborne. Garside, you fly in second and drop a few shots to cover Flay. Soren, it's your job to use that time to drop your supply. Got it?”

“Affirmative!” Came the solid reply from the two male pilots. Mia simply eyerolled. “Yeah yeah, I got it, grandma...” Flying in low and fast, Mia deftly weaved back and forth, dodging the incoming fire and locating each of the defensive batteries. Garside was up next, preparing to launch a calculated strike on each of the shooters when-”Yeehaw!” Swinging back around for a second pass, Mia blanketed the ground with laser fire, blowing apart a number of the defences before dropping off her set of bombs, blowing the installation skyhigh. Weaving sideways to narrowly miss Garside, her hoots of excitement could be heard clearly over the radio. “Now THAT'S a fireworks show! Hey, Garlon? Radio's should be back online. Tell the ground pigs to pick up there game and keep up with us aerial aces.” Laughing heartily to herself, both Trent and Garside gave sighs. She ignored orders and showed off, again. Over the intercom, Sarah began explicitly reminding Mia that same lecture about restraint, orders, recklessness, blah blah blah...

Honestly, it all worked out. Just like it always did. Sometimes she couldn't understand just what Sarah was so worried about.

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Horatio watched as Seriph ran off, and a sinking feeling began to form in the middle of his gut. He had the worst feeling that he was going to regret promoting that arrogant fool, but it could not be helped - standard protocol reminded him that each section needed at least a commanding officer, and Azmeen Seriph was the only one to return with the coordinates. Regardless of how he felt, it was necessary. Thing was, the Generals would probably flip when they heard that he was forced to promote a Basic Soldier - Seriph, no less - to a 2nd Lt. Boy oh Boy are they going to flip their shit when they find out... probably at me too. Horatio rarely swore - he found no need for it - but this seemed like an appropriate time to.

It was then that the Piercers flew over head, and an explosion was heard in the background as the coms soundly came back online for all the ground units. Instantly his head was filled with massive amounts for chatter, for he just had to have an earpiece on that linked all radios. He gave a sigh, until an actual message was radioed through for him. Now THAT'S a fireworks show! Hey, Garlon? Radio's should be back online. Tell the ground pigs to pick up there game and keep up with us aerial aces. Jorge sighed once more, giving a tired chuckle at her comments. He was slightly annoyed by her sense of arrogance towards them ground pounders, but he could get over it. She was just a girl that seemingly loved her job. If only he did too.

"Will do. Thanks for the support Flay, though if the us 'ground pigs' could keep up with you aces, would we even need you guys?" He chuckled through his smirk as he turned back to the action to radio the rest of the troops.

"Alright Ghost Platoon, time to make up for lost ground. Now..." He stopped and paused to look forward, as a sinking feeling returned once again to his chest at the sight of ships leaving the stronghold. "You cannot be serious..." He mumbled to himself. In the distance he saw the ships heading off out of the stronghold, and he swore loudly into the com for the Platoon to hear. He hadn't meant that, he had just accidentally turned the com back on. "Ghosts! Double time it, stat! If those ships all evacuate without us taking the lines, this entire battle was for absolutely nothing!" Horatio was annoyed now, that an entire battle would be scrapped because the Artomidians had thought of an escape route.

If that happened, Horatio didn't know what he would do. Or how to explain that to his superiors.

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For once in his entire life, Corpse wished that he had sat this battle out.

He was currently flying in a Draco using some weird form of double buddy system, only he had gotten the shaft and was flying with some AAST rubbish. They hadn't said a word at all to each other throughout the entire flight, and Corpse was eager to keep it that way. It wasn't that he hated the AAST - they weren't bad, he guessed - it was that the ones he had the pleasure of beating the shit out of were usually the cocky, annoying type - everybody knows somebody like that. They wouldn't just shut the hell up about how they were the 'best of the best in all the ANG'. So Corpse sometimes had to do the mouth closing for them by beating in their face if they were stupid enough to be at the local bars that he was at.

Moving past that, a face appeared on his screen as he was having a smoke (he had ignored Stoner's face when he spoke his normal crap). It was that pretty face girl from ANGEL's Intelligance office, Kira something something - her last name was so damn confusing. After he remembered that he was in the North team with that punk kid and the lady Aerionelle, Corpse gave a smirk. A lot can be done in just five minutes, you know... He leaned back in his suit, running over those numbers in his head again. Obviously they would send him to the front lines, he was a damn field medic. He wasn't really useful out in the middle of nowhere doing stealthy shit.

Excellent. Form up, everyone, and get yourselves ready. We're just about ready to make our move." "Oh Joy. I guess its time to fight then." He cracked his neck, and awaited his deployment.

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"Ah. So they're in the Southern team's airspace," Aerionelle said, grinning. "Intelligence Officer, could you transmit some orders to the other team for me, and to the fleet? Those fighters are probably headed to attack the fleet as it heads south, and not our stealth team. Have the southern wing pull off and deploy one of the Eniknights, then jam communications from our support boats just as the fighters near engagement distance. The Eniknight can eliminate them before they can get a shot off, and they won't even be able to tell their friends about it until we've already made our big debut. As is, it'll look like they got careless and were just shot down by our gunboats' anti-air turrets. That'll keep them from noticing the infiltration force, too. You got that, South team?"

.....

Judging by the rather loud cursing coming over the radio from that Major they'd been transported along with, Aster had a feeling that her own observation as to the Artomidians' flight hadn't been a unique one. By the time they received orders to double-time toward the city, Aster was already on her way, leaping down from the top of the tower she had occupied and rolling behind cover, then proceeding to scramble down a ledge, motioning for her partner to follow.

"There's no time! Let's get going! Those exploding mortars have punched plenty of holes in their walls, so we can climb over and skirt around the edge of the town until we find a good firing spot while the A's are busy running for their lives!" She called over the radio.

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(*Ahem.* sorry about this guys. The whole posts just crept on me, and I guess I just wasn't paying attention. SO! I shall post now, along with my roll - It is sort of laughable. Honestly.)
JokerofSpades rolls 1d100 and gets 9(9).

Marlo stared out into the distance, and all that could be heard from his Draco was constant cursing.

Things had to be bad enough that he was in the air, high above all things familiar and solid. It made things worse to slowly watch the Draco that Vai had been in slowly falling to the ground as one of those Bullshit Arrow Piercers of the Stratians literally cut the damned thing in half. While his eyes didn't go wide, or anything that would indicate shock, his muttering grew worse with every passing second of the ship falling, until it was at an audible, hoarse level. If he kept his mouth chomping the way he was now, he wouldn't be surprised if he ate his damn cig by accident - or even worse, let it fall out of his mouth. Unlike everybody else that felt like monitering the conditions of their crewmates on a stupid screen, Corpse turned on his camera to see the real world, and watch. Sure, he couldn't really see much at all, but pillars of smoke don't lie.

Regardless, Corpse found himself turning to the little screen and watching as Shyv ran about in her eniknight, Vai slowly freaking dying, and one of those AAST guys somehow latching himself to a Piercer - good on him. Marlo gave an angry snarl, then rambled a little over open coms. "Fucking irony that they attack the group without the combat medic, huh." Corpse was sort of pissed about the entire ordeal, which didn't make his tone any lighter. For starters, his job as the medic was to effing heal people - those dumbasses called his parents pulled him out of the forces to train as one, for crying out loud. Next, they had Laymin basically do the job he would have done if he was anywhere close to the Southern Team - but it's kind of hard to go a couple miles south and not get attacked.

So when Marlo overheard that the rest of the Southern Squad was to disembark early, he bit his cig down and watched it fall to the floor, before stomping it out. The longer I'm up here, the more fucking useless I am. So let's hurry this shit up!

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Jorge knew something was up when he lost communications with all of the Arrow Piercers.

True, he wasn't trying to keep up to date with them, since Flay had already given her cheeky response, but then two bizzare things happened. For starters, the coms for the Ghost Platoon went dead. By dead, Horatio wasn't talking about signals being cut off, static being the only thing he could hear - no, what he was referring to was how quiet the coms had gotten. Besides the little remarks and commands given by the officers, absolutely nothing was really stated. Horatio waited five minutes before he became nervous. Quietness, regardless of the time, was dangerous in the army. Things were going much too smoothly, and that spelled major trouble for the Major and his Platoon. If they were coming up against little to none resistance, that meant that the fight had shifted somewhere else, and that they could potentially come at them from a different angle. Horatio narrowed his eyes, and turned to his driver and spoke simply to him.

"Coms are getting quiet - any word from the Generals, or the rear?" The driver shook his head, and Horatio turned back to observe when there was a single blast, and all coms to the air units suddenly stopped for a bit. Horatio's eyes turned towards the sky, searching frantically for the Piercers, until he spotted them roughly south from their position. Why they had been told to head that way was not of his concern, but it didn't raise a few flags. That area was supposed to be practically frigid, with little to no conflict on that side. If they had been told to check something out, that could mean that the Artomidians were changing tactics - even in their retreat.

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AP 2 two was having probably the shittiest day of his life, if he could call it even that. He had been so far useless to the piercers in combat, and he could only guess when everything would go to shit. Thankfully, there was only one target left, which made things a hell of a lot easier - however, one would still question his skills after today. AP2 worried that he could get demoted if he didn't up his game and shoot something. So, he turned around to see that Flay had been almost ripped apart, and his eyes widened with shock. There was the greatest pilot the Piercers had ever seen, and here she was getting shredded by some Artomidian scumbag in a robot suit. Not cool.

So, hopefully with one last go - as he was starting to get low on fuel and moral, he lined himself up with the falling robot thing and prepped his missiles. When he lined up his sights and flipped that little clear cap, at least a few dozen alarms went off - one stating that his fuel tank was starting to leak (apparently it hadn't felt like stating that after he had gotten a few dozen rounds in his ship) as well as that these were his last two missiles. The young, noobie AP2 shook his head and ignored those stupid signals, and locked on. Without hesitation, as soon as his sights said 'Lock-On' he fired, hoping that if he was becoming useless, at least he would be able to do something.

JokerofSpades rolls 1d25 and gets 21(21). (Effing FINALLY >:O)

The missiles shot out of his ship, and impacted on the robotic person inside. As soon as he confirmed the hit, he gave a little whoop for joy - he had actually done something right - and then started panicking as he tried to take back control his ship. See, those last two missiles had been weighing down his ship on the left side, and with the release of them his ship suddenly jerked to the right, finally free of the weight. With alarms now going off more than he would have appreciated, AP2 realized that the uncontrolled motion had him on target with the falling eniknight. He had no choice but to fly right past the enemy he had just hit - it was either that or hitting the robot and exploding.


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It was soon after Horatio got after his little nervous stint that he heard it: the static of the coms. The jammers were back online, and the tides were slowly turning for the extreme worse. Horatio had put away his binoculars away at the wrong time, and now was ripping at his pouch to pull them back out. What he saw paled his naturally bronze skin down to nearly white, and the driver didn't even have to ask what was going on. Horatio heard a faint feminine voice cut through slightly, and only one word was clear enough to understand.

"Ambush!" Horatio swore then. He hadn't meant to, and he rarely did. He was supposed to be an officer, and one that believed that words, no matter how much they annoyed him, were to be kept clean and encouraging. Cussing wasn't something he did - hell, even the driver jumped back in surprise and fright. "Fuck!" Was all Horatio said, but he was too worried and angry to apologize for his behaviour. He knew that something had been up, and hadn't said a damn word to his soldiers. True, he had told them to not underestimate the tenacity of the A.N.G, but apparently they all had.

Horatio instantly attempted to radio any of his troops. "Ghost Platoon, this is Major Garlon! Ghost Platoon, do you copy? Seriph, Come in!" However, Horatio knew before he had said anything that those words wouldn't get through to them, and he was on his own. The horrors of the ambush, however, we just to come, as nest after nest of snipers seemingly appeared of nowhere, with the western and eastern front now being surrounded. Horatio snarled and his thoughts flew faster than normal in a desperate last minute call to help turn the battle back. Overconfidence is what got them into this mess, along with a crafty little plan by the A.N.G. That meant that Horatio would just have to be craftier.

He began to take inventory of what he had - no coms, no air, and soldiers that were under extremely heavy fire under a leader that Horatio would have rather not imposed. He then began to voice his options. "Alrighty, I can either return to the Generals and urgently speak of this most impressive comeback by the A.N.G..." He spat out the word impressive like the word was poison in his mouth. "Or I could send you back, driver, and formulate the retreat on my own." Instantly the driver began to protest, as the entire Stratian military seemingly knew about his inability to consistently walk. However, he was instantly silenced by a move of Horatio's left metal arm, which seemed to weigh more suddenly now that the battle had changed.

"I know. I would probably be useless - well, except for this arm anyway." He gave a knowing smirk while looking at his fake arm. He then nodded. "I shall attempt to radio the generals one last time, and if I do not get any further orders from them, you will tell them this: The A.N.G have surprised the entire front, and if we don't act accordingly with a retreat, we will have created the greatest military upset known to us. Have I made myself clear?" The driver hesitated, then nodded as Horatio got back on the coms.

"Generals of the Stratian Republic, and to all on this channel, this is Major Horatio Garlan, actively advising the Ghost Platoon on the front. Come in Generals, We are in dire need of a retreat and regroup if the main com systems do not get back online. I repeat, the Stratians are, at the moment, in dire need of losing the first wave to a surprise attack and are in need of assistance." Now Horatio could do was wait to see if it got through.

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=Vincent Cairo was pushed quickly down to the ground as his comrade Aster appeared to be shot, unbeknownst to him, the bullet just grazed her armor. He was taken back a second as the ambushing sniper shot caught him off guard, then quickly snapped out of it and looked to Aster=

Shit, you okay?!


=he asks while she notified the Major of the ambush. Rather than get an answer Aster quickly got up and darted to some cover, something Vincent wasn't too foolish to not catch on to, and did the same. Pop shots of pavement and sparks shot up from the ground at their feet and a menacing high pitch zipping noise is heard fading in and out around them while bullets flew past them. Fortunately they successfully made it to cover, where Cairo sat up his machine gun and began firing back towards the snipers.=

Where the hell did they come from?!


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=At the same time Seriph and his men were rushing to put the nail in the coffin. With a bulk of his men armed with anti-tank propelled weapons they made it around one of the corners of the perimeters of the city that would lead them to the harbor, yet they were greeted with unexpected company. One of their own men in front of Seriph got struck down by an A.N.G. sharp shooter as a few of the men alerted the team by shouting out= "SNIPERS"

=Azmeen cursed under his breath= "Artomidian dogs don't get the hint they're defeated...
=He looks at the three members in his team armed with only rifles and he points out to where he believed the shot came from=
You three! Take care of the stubborn little resistance, the rest of you double time to the harbor. MOVE!

=The team broke off even more and the anti-tank team ventured further ahead. All of a sudden all hell broke loose for Azmeens men as the air around them got ripped open by Machine gun fire.= Hit the deck!! =Azmeen shouted as his team of eight threw themselves to the ground, reliving a scene they just recently experienced. Pissed, Azmeen looked back to his men=
Switch to your primary weapons and return fire!!!


=With that said he did the same and began firing at his enemy.=
A setup! It was a fucking setup!!


=Seeing that the enemy was overwhelming his men he burrowed back behind cover and attempted to get on his platoons com=
Major, this is Seriph of Ghost Platoon, we've been ambushed. We need either reinforcements or an airstrike at the northern edge of the Sultan harbor! Repeat... =the radio gives off a loud violent feedback=
Fuck!!! Being jamned again?!!


=One of Seriph's men pats him on the shoulder to get his attention having to shout over the sound of machine gun fire.= Commander! LOOK AT YOUR LEFT, OVER THERE!!! =He says as he tried to stay down pointing off in the distance. Seriph looked out and about a hundred yards to his left he seen a full allied platoon, likely Hades platoon pinned down as well by flying bullets that looked like a ceiling of fire and flying metal, inches above their head. Seriphs eyes narrowed seeing that A.N.G. somehow managed to spring out of the jaws of defeat, not believing what he is seeing.=

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=After a brief moment of static over the radio frequency Major Garlon made his distress call in a familiar voice to the major was heard.=
This is General Calvin Minos Chief Commander of the 2nd Stratian Vanguard. I have copied your last transmission. Request for retreat is denied, Major.

=Of all the Generals to receive the distress call, General Calvin would likely be the least likely wanted man to have heard it. He was not just a general, he was one of thee generals within the Stratian ranks. And already hitting political flack for his adopted son, Vage Leer's, betrayal, he was not about to have a key location lost to the same platoon who was affiliated with him.

You and your men will hold your ground on Sulta. You have three tanks heading your way now to assist you, and an aerial cargo ship has been dispatched towards your location to deploy two of our MT-01 Hell Minions as well. You will not lose ground at Sulta, Major Garlon, that is a direct order, Major Garlon.

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Meanwhile in the streets of the harbor city, scores of Stratian soldiers where shocked when they witnessed the arrival of A.N.G. reinforcements. Volleys of shots were exchanged from both lines, and rows of men on both sides dropped. However the exchange didnt last long. Both sides were within so close of proximity of one another that they began to charge each other with bayoneted weapons and engaged each other in violent close quarters combat, this time the Stratians were on the receiving end of Sulta's Hell.
An odd screaming noise began growing out of the faintness of the area as aircraft began diving down towards the combat zone. No one in the Stratian ranks would suspect it was the A.N.G. Dracos from North team. As quickly as they soared over head of the city, they blanketed the surface below them in explosions , destroying and killing everything caught within the trail of death.
As soon as the Dracos fly by objects began shooting out of them and descending down upon the scorched earth. The Eniknights of Aerionelle, Corpse, and Vage landed in a crouched position. Cybernetic wings on their back adjusting a moment while the eniknights user's get their barrings.

=Kiras voice comes over the open A.N.G.E.L. channel=
(> All of North team has successfully touched down at designated drop zone. Repeat, all of North team has successfully touched down at designated drop zone, commencing forward with the final phase of Operation Taipan


=Vage's helmet clad head arose, from the exterior he looked poised and calm, yet from underneath terror was in his eyes.