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Army of the Southern Cross

"Alright! Now to deal with the small fry..." Adrian said as he lined up a shot on the fleeing Micronized Infantry-1. "I hope this hits, let the Sniper Gods be generous today." He jokingly said, in hopes to lighten the serious mood of the whole situation.
 
"Good work, we're a tad worse for wear but now we have to mop up the rest. Everyone, target the large sized zentraedi infantry, break their will to fight and drive them off like their smaller allies. If they stand and fight we shall take them down. if they surrender, let up, we want to know where that base is, I'd like to see our artillery blast it to piece." he issued his orders, they had done good work, but it appears their true enemy was missiles. Chaff worked, but not always that well.. If only there was a way to comepletely get rid of enemy missiles..
 
The first infantryman gets hit by Adrian's blast, but his armor survives the impact.

Eric aims at the same fellow, and just barely manages to hit, but he does score a solid hit.

Orikanyo Orikanyo is up

Combat Order:
23 - Fia -225/0/225 [6]
21 - Adrian [6]
17 - Eric 0/120/0 [6]
15 - Infantry 1 [4] badly damaged
15 - Infantry 2-6 [4]
12 - Heinrich -100/60/100 [5] <====
6 - Moira -200/80/200 [5]
4 - Micronized Infantry 1-10 [4] scattering
 
Heinrich rose his gun pod to the remaining forces and spoke to the solely remaining enemies. "Drop your weapons and surrender! There is no need to continue. Surrender and you will be spared!" he yelled to them in the best zentraedi he could pull. His gunpod however did not lower.
 
With the challenge made to the soldiers, they look back and forth at each other, trying to decide just what to do. Finally, one of the troopers drops his rifle and slowly stands up, arms raised. This breaks the dam, and the other five follow suit.

Moving out of combat time.

Eric slowly approaches them, herding them along with his rifle away from their discarded weapons. He says, "Sarge, hope you don't plan on wiping out the prisoners after they have surrendered. I just don't have the stomach for that kind of killing. What's the plan? Do we rig up a set of Zentraedi-sized handcuffs?"
 
Moira moves forward towards the crashed aircraft and the six surrendered soldiers. "First thing we need to do is render their weapons useless. Once that is done, I still want to go inside the wreckage to see if there is any salvageable info on their computers that I can access."
 
"And we're not, we're going to get what info we need out of them and Kick em off into the woods after their friends, give em mercy but humble em. Without their weapons mind. i don't think we have time to sit around and guide these boys and girls to anywhere we can keep em, this was just so we didn't have to deal with any more fighting from em, our armor is dented enough as is. " heinrich explained before moving forwards to the now disarmed group.

"A good idea Moira, but if yea could help me out on this I'd be grateful. Eric if you could do the honors, Fia and Adrian, keep watch on the surroundings. Sorry Moira, Just picked up your language, can't call myself perfect at it just yet. So could you translate? or help me out here? Might be more talkative if we use our native speaker." he asked his squad mate before continuing to explain what they were looking for.

"We're looking to find out about what they were hunting for here, where their base could be if we can wrangle that out of them and if there was any place they were keeping prisoners around the area." he explained to the group.
 
Moira nods, keeping her EU-11 aimed at the prisoners. "Not a problem, sergeant. Just tell me what you want me to say, and I'll translate for you." Switching to Zentraedi, she kicks on her external speakers and says, [Here is the deal. We have some questions for you, and if you want to have any kind of chance to walk away from here in one piece, you'll cooperate. If you don't, there is no reason for us to keep you alive. Do you get me? Now. What were you hunting for here, and where is your base of operations at?]
 
One of the soldiers manages to stammer out, "W-we were sent to get the machines inside the aircraft, to use your own operating codes against you."
Another says, "We don't know exactly where the ship-base is at; we were flown out here in the Cyclops and have no idea where we are in relation to the base."

As the interrogation is underway, Eric is on foot inside the largest chunk of the Tiger Eye, looking for some data to give to Moira to try and access.
 
Moira relays their answers to Heinrich, but pauses for a moment. "Ship? What ship? Is this ship the source of the heavy lasers that are engaging our aircraft?"
 
Hearing the soldiers speak, and somewhat piecing most of the words together, he is pretty certain that word wasn't banana... Wait, ship? Ah it was ship.

Definitly ship.

Not banana-base.

"it would definitely tie in to how those lasers were so powerful... but if they had a ship out here.. Why wasn't it flying?"
 
"It may have been shot down and crash landed years ago, right after the Zentraedi Global Bombardment. Many ships managed to make it to the surface. This must be one of them." Turning her attention to the soldiers, she repeats her question, [What ship? Remember, if you want to live, you'll tell us what you know.]
 
The one that made the slip-up and first said 'ship' finally hangs is head. "It is a Thuverl-Salan class destroyer. After many years of work, the High Lord has been able to get the main anti-ship batteries working, and thanks to your own technology, they are able to accurately track and hit your Veritechs. With that firepower on our side, we can bring the fight to you on our terms, and immobilize your air power. We have suffered a setback, but the war will be ours!"
 
Moira can feel a chill go down her back at the revelation of a Destroyer out there being used as a base of operation and gun platform. [You keep thinking that you'll win, and we'll see how that comes out.] "Sergeant, we have got to call this one in. If this ship of theirs is even somewhat functional, we are looking at one hell of a high priority target."
 
As the interrogation is underway, Eric comes out of the wreckage with a handful of codebooks and a computer. "I have got some stuff here that might be useful to Moira to do some data diving into and see if the sensors of the Tiger Eye managed to get the coordinates of where those lasers are for us to confirm." He heads over to Moira's tank and hands up the computer for you to take a look at.

Psychie Psychie give me a Computer Hacking roll, please, since you don't have the actual passwords to gain access.
 
"Good work, Eric. Let me see what I can find." Moira plugs the computer into her mecha's power supply to give it some juice, then begins trying various GMP access codes to get into the system.
 
"I'd be more interested in seeing the light of day tomorrow than this war." Heinrich guffahed before looking to Moira. [You speak as if you aren't in the ass end of nowhere, facing what is the equivalent of pest control that the larger forces send to mop it up.] shifting the gunpod to single shot and pointing it not at him, but his friend. [The war is over, it has been over. You are a bunch of sore losers, joining a game late and complaining that it's already over... As such, I shall give you a new game, we'll call it... "Call the bluff." tell us where the ship base is, and I won't turn your friend here into a pile of viscera. if you don't hopefully he wont be in pain for to long, can't say I'm as good with this as I am with a scalpel.]

He quickly switched to group comms. "gunpod's safety is on."

He then switched back quickly.

[But hey, always time to learn.] the good doctor pointed the gunpod directly at the other infantry's face. [We'll give you... twenty-, no, ten seconds. Ready? ten, nine, eight, seven and a half...........] Seven....-]
 
"Well shit just got real." Adrian mumbled, silently observing the proceedings. He kept his eyes on the group and his scanners just in case anything pops up. Before long, he checked his systems and noted that the main cannon needs a bit of fixing. "Gotta get that thing cleaned out before I can fire again." Without delay, he popped his tank open, got out and proceeded to fix the Chimera's main gun. "What a waste. Good thing the damned thing didn't blow up..."
 
There is a new level of panic in the face of the man you are aiming your gun pod at, and he says, "You don't understand! We really don't know where the ship is from here! We never had that level of clearance to have that information! Please don't kill me! I would tell you if I knew, I promise!"

While this is going on, Adrian is able to clear the jammed shell from the main gun without any trouble. It just took a few moments to work the gun's mechanism to ready the gun once more for action.

Moira is now busy working on the computer, and it doesn't take long before you are able to get access to the operating system, even with negative modifiers to your roll. Now that you are in, what exactly are you looking for?
 
[Would you look at that, your friend did it for you. We're i a bad man i'd say you lose because you didn't speak up first!] the doctor let the gun linger for emphasis. [But hey, can't always prove the enemy right. i ain't here to kill folks, just stop a war. that said, You guys gotta let things go, theres a much better way to live life I'll tell you that much. granted, saying that as I had just pointed a gun in somebody's face kinda devalues the point. But still.] heinrich began to walk abit away to give them, and himself abit of space.

{Before you think of running by the way, i still have more plasma rounds. keep it in mind!]

he then switched to the group comms.

"Well, atleast we're certain that's all they know. We should also check, whats left, of the cyclops wreckage, see if there's a black box or something similar. Same for the tiger eye, recordings of the shot, gather a general position from height, angle and where they were hit. Afetr that, I'll give command my full report."
 
Moira replies, "I have access to some of their info here. I don't know just how much information is intact, but I might be able to narrow our search area down from hundreds of miles to just a few. A ship as large as a destroyer will be hard to hide, and once we find it, we can call in some thunder on the rat bastards and teach the Malcontents a lesson!"

I'm looking for any data that might suggest where the guns are located.
 
"Seems doable, Sarge." Adrian replied through comms as he went back inside his tank and grabbed his LLR-8 5.56mm Medium Laser Rifle. "I'll check the Cyclops for the box, if it's intact. Maybe a terminals or a computer if there's any intact too." He radioed back to the squad before approaching the downed Cyclops.
 
When Adrian makes his way over to the remains of the Cyclops, you can see that there is not much left of the aircraft from the heavy guns of the Monsters' artillery strike. You might be able to find a flight recorder, but it will take some time searching the wreckage. The good news is, you have access to enough data on these Theater Scouts to know where their version of the Black Box is located, but the bad news is that the ship has taken so much damage even the flight recorders may not have survived.

Eric is proceeding to smash up the rifles of the infantry, to keep them from being able to use them against you.

Moira is having more success with her data dive into the computer from the wrecked aircraft. While you do not have the exact location on the heavy guns out there, you can narrow the search area down to a series of small mountains that the shots seem to have come from. If what you are thinking is correct, one of these mountains is actually the destroyer, hiding in plain sight all this time.
 
Gotcha! This has to be it! "I have something! Not an exact location, but it is a much smaller area to search! This might be the big prize!"

How far from us is this search area?
 
The coordinates are not that far; only about ten-eleven miles from your current position.
 
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