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Army of the Southern Cross

You are able to call up some data off of your computers about the layout of the command center. It is composed of two different levels, the first is a room roughly 300 feet long and 150 feet wide that is a massive communications center, designed to coordinate thousands of Battle Pods and up to a half-dozen other ships at the same time. Massive holographic screens fill the air to give the commander an excellent view of the tactical situation around the destroyer. The commander and their advisors are usually located in a bubble positioned up the wall to be able to have a overlook of the whole room. There are no fixed weapon emplacements in the ship; the defense from boarders rests in the hands of the troops and crew of the ship. You are quite certain that you will be facing off against extremely loyal troops that will do anything to keep the High Lord from your hands.

As you are looking about anxiously, Adrian picks up on his advanced sensors a allied unit in close proximity of your team, just one level up from your current position. It is a fellow Hover Tank, and it appears to be a solo unit; a dangerous thing, being by yourself in a situation like this one.


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At this moment on a higher level of the ship, Corporal Marcus Kruger has been split off from the other members of his squad after getting jumped by a trio of Female Powered Armor units. You caught a glimpse of your squad leader getting his tank blasted by a swarm of missiles; hopefully his reinforced pilot's compartment is enough to keep him alive inside his disabled tank. You've been in light combat before, but never have you seen an engagement dealing with so many troops on both sides of the fight. This is a huge battle, and a part of you is quite convinced that you are about to be the next casualty of the fighting inside this Zentraedi warship.

From your position in the ship, Kruger suddenly catches the electronic signal of a allied squad nearby to you. They are below you, and according to your map of the ship, you know that there is a bank of elevators just up ahead. It is likely that you will be able to use the lifts there to make contact with the other team.
 
"I got a lone, friendly dot on my scanner, Doc! Just a level above us, in fact. Please be advised." Adrian informed Heinrich over the squad channel. "I don't know why we have a lone unit, but I suggest we rendezvous with it. More guns to bear against the High Lord and her staff..."
 
"Alright, Eric, handle the prisoners and see them to safety. Squad, form up in the elevator and lets get moving up stairs, lets get this stray in our ranks while we can." Motioning forwards it seems this was all he needed to finally be ready. "We have them running scarred, held up and ready. We need to be damned sure we're set. And having a new gun with us will be all the handier, hopefully with some fresh luck."
 
"I could use some friendlies watching my back" thought Marcus as he started to break into a run towards the lifts, "I can't stand another moment here on this damn ship alone." He started furiously jamming the call button of the lift, all while trying to contact the group below. "Shit, the damn comm is broken, hopefully they don't shoot me on sight"
 
Moira relays what she knows about the layout of the command center, along with the fact that there will undoubtedly be many guards. As Heinrich gives the order to head to the lifts to rendezvous with the solo unit one level up, she moves her Spartas at a jog to the lifts and enters the large chamber. Moira shifts into her tank mode, aiming her main gun out at the door, just in case there is a nasty reception waiting for them at the next level up. As they go, she tries the radio to contact the friendly unit.
 
"I'll maintain my vigilant watch on the scanners. I hope to the Gods that our lone Bambi's still alive when we get there. It would be one hell of a shame if the guys and gals that hate our guts right now got there first." Adrian commented as he followed the team, all the while maintaining constant attention on his Chimera's scanners.
 
The elevator moves smoothly up to the next deck. The doors open, and the Hussars are now looking out at the lone wolf Hover Tank that had gotten split off from his own squad. On the other side, Marcus is now looking at four somewhat damaged and dinged up Tanks, all with their weapons pointed out of the elevator at you. Once they realize that you are not a killer Zentraedi about to go nuts, weapons are lowered and tensions ease slightly.

Everyone is now together inside the enemy warship. The command center is just forward of your position, and you should expect some serious resistance to you coming to get the High Lord.
 
Moira eases the tension on the trigger as she sees a friendly unit. She uses her external speakers to call out, "Ho there! We are the Winged Hussars. You're obviously on our side, but who are you? What are you doing here all by yourself?"
 
"Well, we got here just in time." Adrian said via squad comms as he slowly lowered his Chimera's gun. "Looks like Lady Luck's with us right now, Doc." He said before following Moira's lead.

"Well, you must be one lucky son of a gun to survive on your own. What's your name, rank, and squad soldier? Also, did you see anything before coming here? Enemy formations, traps, the works?"
 
"I'm Corporal Marcus Kruger, Sir! I was with Sergent Kim's squad, but we got hit pretty hard and I got separated from them. Last I saw, the sarge was barely holding up against a swarm of missiles, but I had my own problems to deal with in the form of three FPA units. I'm sorry I can't be of any more help, this is my first major engagement so I wasn't really thinking straight."
 
"Ah bugger. Bloody FPAs, I swear to the Gods that we need some rocket pods on our tanks one of these days." Adrian grumbled as he turned to his scanners just in case the good corporal was followed by the Annoying Flying Rocket Banshees.

Hearing that it was the man's first major engagement ever, Adrian understands the jitters the corporal must have felt. "Well, you really are lucky to survive this long in your first engagement! You didn't meet your maker from a swarm of missiles or something much nastier like say a barrage of particle beams and rockets racing towards you."
 
Moira laughs, "Don't call him 'sir'. It will just go to his head. I'm Sgt. Moira, and we're the Winged Hussars. Good to have you with us. We are making a run on the Command Center, and can expect to have serious opposition to our efforts to take High Lord Serena alive. Stick with us, and we'll make sure you come out of this in one piece."
 
"I'll keep that in mind" laughs Marcus, "Nice to meet you guys, I'll try and keep up. If we do make it out alive as promised, first rounds are on me"
 
"Hey, I don't toot my own horn everyday War Girl. Besides, I don't do formalities everyday." Adrian said with a shrug. "Hell! The Doc's the highest rank man in the unit and we don't call him sir all the time." He said as an afterthought.

"Well anywho, as War Girl said, welcome and great job in surviving so far!" He exclaimed happily. "Oy! I'll be buying the first two rounds, mate. Maybe ask the good bartender later for the hard, fun stuff too as we celebrate later!"

EDIT (Addition): "Oh, before I forget, Sgt. Adrian Hawthorne. If you need reconnaissance and a couple of scans, I'm your man."
 
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"Don't let these two fool you, "Wargirl" is actually call sign "Cheesecake" and don't let them say other wise. Adrian is Lovebird, the rest is still in the making. Staff Sergeant Dr. Heinrich Schneider, lead of this bad of misfits." A small chuckle and he continued. "Our target is the high Lord herself, buckle in there is going to be hell waiting for us on the way to getting her ass tagged and bagged. You going to join us in shutting this war down?". Recruiting on the run wasn't really his style, but the sooner they were done here the better and they needed every gun they could get.
 
With everyone now together, the squad (plus one) gets moving back down to the deck with the command center on it. According to all of your maps and to your resident Zentraedi, the command center is just past the elevators. As you advance, you can see up ahead a group of Zentraedi coming out of the command area, six officers being escorted by a group of three Female Powered Armor. One of the six can be clearly identified by Moira as the High Lord Serena. You can hear one of the officers saying, "M'lady, we have to get you out of here. The Micronians are coming, and you are needed in the- Look out! The humans are here now!" With that, the three suits of powered armor jump to put themselves in between you and the six officers as they turn to flee the area.

Initiative rolls, please.
 
"Well bugger me sideways! Looks like we got here just in time to crash the party. Let's end this!" Adrian as he gripped his controls tightly. This was it! Their prize was just within reach; and with it, victory.
 
"target sighted! Remove all immediate threats and secure the high lord. We cannot let them get away!" it appears they caught up just in time, victory was just in their reach. "Command this is the Winged Hussars we have visual! I repeat we have visual engaging target's guardians now." the good doctor was ready for this, they had them on the run, they had to do EVERYTHING they could to clear this path and take those targets in.

This war must be ended.
 
Current initiative order:

22 - Moira -150/170/110
13 - Adrian 30/0/40
11 - Fia 0/50/0
8 - Marcus
6 - Heinrich -130/0/30
 
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Moira calls out, "They are trying to cover the High Lord as she makes a run for it! We gotta hit those suits and get past them!"
 
"Affirmative, engaging targets. Let's send them back to where they came from!" screamed Marcus with a guttural roar as he settled into a combat stance. As a detective with the MPs, Marcus knew how much getting to the High Lord would help the war effort.
 
"Got my eyes on her - and damn missiles incoming in a bit."
 
You are within 500 feet of your targets; point blank range for both sides.

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22 - Moira -150/170/110 <====
18 - FPA 1
13 - Adrian 30/0/40
12 - FPA 2
11 - Fia 0/50/0
10 - FPA 3
8 - Marcus
6 - Heinrich -130/0/30
 
Moira doesn't waste time trying to shift into her Tank mode; instead she braces against the expected kick of the main gun and aims at the first of the Female Powered Armor units in front of them. With a twitch of her finger, she fires.
 

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