Robotech - Tales of the RDF

"No, sir, no rumors."


Zaile looks thoughtful at the mention of Anton-17, though she'd already read through her briefing papers as well as available information on Brasilla Base's intranet. Kevin's comment draws her out of her briefly introspection and she grins fiercely. "It's obvious what they're doing with captured supplies. They plan to reprovision, refit and redeploy for battle. It's the Zentraedi Imperative, Kevin. They may have left the proper chain of command under Commander Breetai but they still think they're warriors and they'll occupy and conquer. It's what we were made to do."


At Barbara's distress, the blue-haired Zentraedi gives the other woman an affectionate tap on the arm. "Aw, it'll be a great first deployment! It's my first one too with the RDF! We'll be where we're needed! We'll have the chance to kick some ass, take some names and show those rebels how stupid they are for picking the wrong side! Besides, my wife's been assigned to Anton-17 with us as a medic. She throws the best parties."


The Zentraedi looks starry-eyed as she gazes into space. "Glorious battle by day, great friends and family at night. Could life be any better?"
 
Barbara looks doubtful, but doesn't disagree with you. "If you say so, corporal. I just hope that when the bullets start flying, that I don't choke up and forget everything that I've learned in training."


Kevin looks at her with understanding. "Everyone feels scared in the middle of a fight, especially their first battle. It is just what you do with that fear that defines you. Without fear, there is no courage, and with courage holding you up, you'll find that you can do more than you ever thought possible."


When the mention of family comes up, Kevin once more puts on his mask of guarded expression. "I wouldn't know about that anymore. I lost my family in the war."


Barbara looks sad, then brightens up. "We can be your family, corporal! We will be spending plenty of time working together, why not let me show you my world famous brownie recipe at the party that Zale plans on throwing?" She grins, a positive feeling that is quite infectious, but Kevin seems to be mostly unmoved by her good will. "Whatever kid. You can call me Kevin, by the way." He turns to look at Taniya. "Sergeant, if there is nothing else to go over, I have some gear to pack up prior to shipping out. Am I dismissed?"


 
If no one stops him, Kevin turns on his heel and marches out. Barbara looks confused. "Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to upset him."
 
Sergeant Taniya


Kevin says,

"He turns to look at Taniya. "Sergeant, if there is nothing else to go over, I have some gear to pack up prior to shipping out. Am I dismissed?"
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"Yes, that seems to cover it. Have a good time for the next day-and-a-half, for that is probably all of the vacation we are going to get for awhile." Taniya pauses in thought and adds, "Six hours prior to departure to Anton-17, we will meet again at the hangar for inspection. You can stay here if you have questions. Otherwise, all of you are dismissed." Her gaze follows Kevin as he appears ready to leave.


Taniya then reaches into her office drawer, adjusts the belt of a second combat knife and sheathe. This she hands to Zaile with a grin. "There. That is small enough to fit on the outside of your thigh under that skirt."
 
For the next day and a half, the group has some limited liberty to knock back a few beers, hit a nightclub, read a good book, or do whatever it is that you choose to do prior to unwinding.


With the convoy scheduled to leave Brazilia at 1400 hours, the inspection by Sgt. Taniya will be taking place at 1000 hours at the hangar bay. Zaile's wife has her own personnel officer to check in with, but she gives Zaile a quick call to tell her that she has permission to ride with you in your Tomahawk out to Anton-17, and she will be able to meet the rest of your squad before you all leave, since you are already making plans for a party.


Barbara sows up early, all set to travel in her fatigues. She has her duffel slung over her shoulder, and it is a comical scene, looking at the tiny little girl and her massive bag that is nearly as large as she is. Kevin rolls his eyes and snags it from her, "Here. Let me help you with that."


"Thank you, cor- uh, Kevin. It is a bit awkward to carry."


Does everyone show up for inspection on time?
 
Corporal Zaile Alencar


Zaile does indeed show up for inspection on time, in the the standard RDF fatigues that Sergeant Taniya had met them in. She also carried a standard issue sidearm as well as a military combat knife. Her bright blue hair is swept back under a neat cap and she looks every inch the fierce Destriod pilot she (and everyone else here) are trained to be. The Zentraedi is carrying two massive duffel bags, one over each shoulder, but the slim woman seems completely untroubled by the weight. She does make a point of setting them down on the floor of the hanger once she joins up with her team.


To anyone who asks or looks curious, Zaile grins but looks slightly embarrassed. "I'm, um, packing for two," is the only explanation she offers.
 
The Kid comes wandering in on time, his presence is announced well in advance, by all the noise he causes. Similar to an exploding ironworks, due to all the tools and gear he carries, one notes that while he's loaded down with all kinds of tools, parts, a backback, full pockets, and the like, his hands remain free.


"Reporting as Ordered!" Snaps to attention making a God-awful noise, as usual.


Now that he's close it is noted that The Kid is not carrying any weapons.


One with skill, however, would note that he's carrying enough parts to build one, if needed.
 
Sergeant Taniya


Life in the RDF has not changed the Zentraedi combat leader when it comes to inspections - by the time 1000 hours rolls around, Taniya's Tomahawk is as ready for battle as she is. The Chobham ceramic/alloy armored destroid towers over Taniya like a grand titan born for war. Its hull is painted completely in the rich browns and smooth greens of jungle camouflage with red letters upon its chest proudly and easily legible. Letters that form two important words:


Pia Fidelis





Pia Fidelis. Latin feminine form for "pious and faithful", was the cognomen of several Roman legions, awarded by an emperor when the legion had proved "devoted and loyal".


Your sergeant is wearing an equally-camouflaged pilot's suit with the same words on her breast. She carries two sidearms, radio, and that knife on her thigh, along with her other standard gear.


With amusement, Taniya shakes her head at both Zaile and The Kid as they arrive. "Zaile, you pack like a married human. McCarty, I have no problem with your gear's noise level as long as you can keep it quiet when it counts. I trust you can keep it quiet in the jungle in the event you have to eject from your destroid? I don't care if you have to duct tape your gear to your body; if I were a Malcontent, I would take you alive and that noise would make it all the easier."


As the destroid inspections begin, Taniya chooses The Kid to assist. "Walk with me, McCarty. We have 4 hours before we move out. Can I count on you to make certain our destroids are in top fighting condition? Show me any mistakes in maintenance and preparation now, if there are any. Unlike the Malcontents, we have the opportunity to fix problems like these before they arrive - a considerable advantage. As of right now, you are the voice of that advantage."


To everyone, Taniya states, "Private Tolson will be with me. Zaile, your love rides with you; does she possess any skills that might aid us while out on patrol? McCarty rides with McKinley."


Taniya looks each squadmate over again. "Does anyone have any recommendations or requests before we move out?"
 
Just as Taniya is finishing up her inspection of the squad, a fresh-faced lieutenant in BDUs comes walking up. "Sergeant Taniya? I'm Lt. Riley. I'm running the convoy to Anton-17." He pulls out a tablet and angles it so you can see the screen. "There are four fuel tankers, six heavy ammo transports, and ten trucks with infantry and food supplies that will be under the watchful eye of our two teams of mecha. I have two Tomahawks, a Gladiator, and a Defender taking point, with two Defenders and another Tomahawk taking up the rear. I want you and your team to take up position in the middle of the convoy. Deploy your mecha as you see fit, but keep close watch on the tankers and the heavy transports. If they get hit, it will make quite a splash." He taps the screen to show you the route on the map. "Once we reach Checkpoint Hammer, we'll have continual air cover from four Comancheros and a Snoop, not to mention the ever present veritech air patrols under AWACs control. Our ETA from departure is six hours."


He hands over the data pad. "Since you are next in the chain of command, here is our operational radio frequencies, along with code authorizations to call in air support if I'm taken out early in a fight. I don't expect that you'll need to use them, but why take chances? Once we get to the BSURP, we'll be turning you over to them, and my team will be moving on. Any questions for me?"


While Taniya is talking with Lt. Riley, Kevin climbs up into the cockpit of his Spartan. It is currently equipped with a GU-11 gun pod along with a Shock Baton. Barbara also uses the time to work her way up into Taniya's Tomahawk and begins to warm up the electronics and run the computer through is boot sequence, and Zaile's wife, Elyana looks excited to ride in the Destroid. "Don't worry Zaile. I won't be a back-seat driver. I leave the controls in your hands." To answer Taniya's question, the other woman shrugs. "I'm just a doctor, not a armor jockey like you guys. Give me a battlefield injury and I'm all up in that. Otherwise, I'm just a passenger. With any luck, though, we won't be needing my skills."
 
Corporal Zaile Alencar


At the Sergeant's wry observation, Zaile sheepishly scratches the back of her neck and flashes an embarrassed grin. "One out of two, sir, one out of two!"


The arrival of the Kid prompts one of her blue eyebrows to quirk up, followed shortly thereafter by her lips. "You sure you're a warrior, Kid?" she asks, obviously amused by the spectacle he causes. The smile and the tone are affectionately teasing, though, not malicious.


When Taniya takes recommendations and requests, Zaile sticks her hand up eagerly and, when called upon, asks "Dibs on point?" with a wicked grin.


At which point Lt. Riley turns up and gives the Sergeant the rundown. Assuming that Taniya will brief her team as she sees fit, Zaile instead turns to loading the two massive duffel bags onto her Tomahawk, a massive green-brown painted model inscribed with the words: Prima Intus, Ultima Foras. Looks like Taniya isn't the only one fond of Latin.


The arrival of Elyana causes the blue-haired Zentraedi to light up in a way the alien species is never known for. Grinning, she steps up to her wife and takes her hands in hers, conscious of the need for public decorum. "I'll get you to Anton-17 safely, Bela Flor. You just sit back and enjoy the ride. ...and if you can, resist the urge to braid my hair while I'm driving. It's so distracting!"
 
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The convoy forms up under the watchful eyes of the Destroid pilots and begins to move out at a safe speed of 45 mph; any faster and the transports will be running the risk of damaging themselves on the bumpy and cratered road. Obviously, the heavy mecha have no problems with the terrain.


While you travel, Private Tolson practices her skills as the squad radio link and, if Taniya is willing, she brushes up on her Zentraedi vocabulary. As the convoy moves along, Kevin doesn't maintain any one fixed position in the line. Instead, he weaves back and forth across the road, his GU-11 gun pod held firmly in his Spartan's hands. He is never out of sight, and maintains contact with Tolson on the radio.


In Zaile's mecha, Elyana spends her time being nosy, asking questions on what does this button do? She also manages to behave herself, and doesn't try to braid Zaile's hair as she drives.


Soon, your radar picks up a quintet of airborne targets heading in your direction at 150 mph. The IFF codes they are transmitting identify them as the Comanchero escorts with the lightweight scout coming up, right on time. The helicopters check in with the Lieutenant, and they take up a guard position on either side of the road towards the front of the caravan, and the Snoop just darts around, looking for trouble on the road.


Is anyone doing anything in particular, or are you just killing time until you get to Anton-17?
 
Corporal Zaile Alencar


Protection detail. Not an unfamiliar activity for tank-trained Zentraedi clones. Even if her practical RDF experience has been scanty so far, outside of training scenarios, genetic memories bubble up of how to ensure tankers are protected during mid-combat fueling operations. In some ways, this is much more simple. Attack in space can come from any angle but Earth's gravity limits the options of antagonists.


Zaile runs system checks every 15 minutes or so out of habit. When you drove as much mecha as a Tomahawk, even with shock absorbers you never know what might get jostled. Besides, it showed due diligence and gave her something to do on an otherwise long march. Well, something to do besides being preoccupied with her wife. Zaile shifts uncomfortably in her seat over the course of the escort, doing her best to keep her explanations to Elyana's questions fun and not too loaded with jargon. They'd met the day Zaile had been decommissioned from the Zentreadi forces. The last few years had been wonderful, playing civilian wife to a military medic, but now that she was a soldier again, old instincts refreshed by RDF training warred with new instincts to prioritize the gorgeous Micronian who'd captured her heart.


In short, military discipline demanded she stay focused but doing so with her wife distracting her was proving to be a real challenge!


The arrival of air support is a welcome change of pace, especially once they verify they are who they say they're supposed to be. Watching the helicopters take up position over the convey on its flanks, Zaile keeps her Tomahawk near Jim Strider's Defender. The long-range mecha was vulnerable to shorter-range attacks so, between them, they should cover all threats.
 
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Sergeant Taniya


Earlier...





Taniya offers a genuine handshake to Lt. Riley. "You address me as I am with no worry that I am Zentraedi. I respect you for it. You have my gratitude. As for questions, I have two - what kind of obstacles have our forces been facing on patrols? What is your take of Anton-17 and its recent battle?"


Now...


Once the mission begins, Taniya becomes all-business.


Taniya has her squad in a staggered formation protecting the column, half her squad on the right of the convoy, half on the left. Taniya is taking point on the right, Zaile on the left. While the legs of the mechs move them forward, Taniya directs the team to keep the guns and torsos of the mechs facing the forest, looking for anything out of the ordinary (passage of troops, smoke, irregular breaks in the trees, odd radio transmissions, etc.) regularly switching from normal vision to thermographic sensors (to detect heat or cold sources within the trees). Taniya's own Tomahawk moves easily, gracefully even - she is a woman near her element, and as such, is comfortable in her wariness.


"Yull," Taniya tells Tolson after telling her what these words mean, "and answer karat-sul if you are ready. Take the targeting controller into your hand. Learn how the targeting reticle moves. Trust the missiles to fly where you direct them." Taniya continues to show Tolson how to operate the six-pack of missiles mounted on her Tomahawk's shoulder.

yull - listen


karat-sul - acknowledge an order, in essence "I will fight (and die) for you." Literally, "battle ready"


"Imagine we are in combat. I am down. McKinley is down. There is a Malcontent armed with a particle beam rifle advancing on Kevin who does not see him. You have no time to warn Kevin before the Malcontent fires. Will you kill him or will you allow your inaction to see Kevin to his grave?" Taniya takes a deep breath. "You are a communications specialist, Tolson, but I need to know I can count on you to kill our enemies if we need you to. Can you do it, Tolson?" She looks into the camera facing Tolson to read her expression. There is deep meaning when she asks Tolson, "Are you a sharp blade or dull?"


Sergeant Taniya checks in with each squadmate from time to time, just to see how they are holding up and chat a little with them.






The following takes place if Taniya notices Zaile's challenge - I leave whether or not this happens up to Sherwood and Zaile - I don't think it is fair for me to just have Taniya automatically "know" if you get my meaning).


Taniya narrows her eyes and frowns. It is not a look anyone under her command will ever want to see. The command and strength in her voice can be heard clearly over the squad-only radio frequency. But, as always, there is no anger or harsh emotion in her tone (if there were, it might make her message easier to swallow).


"Zaile. You are hereby directly responsible for your passenger. If you are distracted by her or if she does something she should not which results in danger to this convoy, I am holding you fully responsible. You of all of my squadmates should know that both of your eyes should be on this mission - the first of our historic squad to undertake." Then she adds, "If your passenger continues to distract you, you will stop your mech, she will dismount, and ride with the tankers."
 
"No noise, right!" Being an awesem tech The Kid pulls two belts on each side of his shoulders, pulling them tight makes all the baggies on his tool shirt close up, he does the same to the cargo pouches on his legs, then buttons up the tool belt. The sound level is considerably less, but he still makes the occasional clinking noise, and running, well that just won't work.


As for checking out the mecha, Kid takes the full 4 hours to do so, running over diagnostics, doing physical inspections, looking for flaws, or damage that wasn't fixed right. After the inspection Kid puts a UV stamp on the Left Ankle of every mecha he's inspected, it reads "The Kids Seal of Approval" around a smiley face.


"Ok now for the usual Tech Speech. These are MY mecha, I only let you borrow them when need arises, don't break my mecha!" After reading that from a scrap of paper he puts it into a greasy pocket, and says "Don't get killed ok? I don't mind repairing, rebuilding, or building something, it's you all that is more important than the shiny toys. So be careful huh?"


Now he's looking for his seat and while doing that, "As fer yer question, no I'm not a warrior, I know how to fight, but I'm a terrible shot." and he winks.
 
Earlier





The Kid looks over the maintenance charts for all the mecha, and from that, you can see that the whole set of Destroids are less than three months old out of the assembly line. No major repairs have been performed; only the routine maintenance to keep them battlefield ready. When you begin the personal inspection, you see that the mecha have been well taken care of, and you don't find anything to complain about other than a few minor tweaks that can be done. The ground crew here at Brazilia have done an acceptable job keeping your mecha in good order.


Lt. Riley returns your handshake with one of his own. In a very matter of fact tone of voice, he says, "I have no problem with you, sergeant, so long as you do your job, keep good watch over the men and women that are assigned to you, and protect the convoy from assaults. Even if I did have a issue with you, I'm not going to be strapped into the seat next to you for the next several hours, so why make things personal like that? Its unprofessional, and from what I have heard of your reputation as one of the few Zentraedi to have been given training in our Destroids, you have earned my respect. Just don't blow it." He nods, signalling that he is done with that line of conversation. "Now, as for Anton-17, they got mauled badly in the engagement yesterday. If it were not for some well placed artillery rounds from a nearby firebase, they might have been in real trouble. That is why there are so many troops going along with the supply convoy; it is hoped that a show of strength on the road will keep us from getting hit by partisans. What has me concerned is that there have been a recent upswing in the number of raids that the Malcontents have been making. They managed to grab up several classified shipments of materials that has high command wondering how the hell they knew where to go, and second, what are they planning on doing with the equipment? Well, that issue is for the higher-ups to worry about. My job is to get you and these supplies to Anton-17 safely."


Later





Tanyia's questioning of Barbara is obviously making the other woman uncomfortable. She finally manages to say, "Um, I hope that I could do what I had to, in order to save a life. Just to let you know, before basic training, I have never so much as held a gun in my life, let alone shoot one. But, even though my specialization is in using the radio, I am a soldier. It is my hope that things never get bad enough for me to have to take up a rifle and shoot someone, but I like to think that if it ever does happen, I'll be able to do what is needed to save the lives of the people around me."


On the highway





For those with the Skill Detect Ambush, give me a percentile roll. Those without it, give me a d20 roll for a Perception check, and @kilfire, don't forget you have a +1 to your roll.
 
((Ack! No alerts! I'm so sorry. What I miss?))


 
Connor was doing exactly as he was told. He packed the essentials, food, water, knife, clothes, etc., and was in his Defender, scanning both the skies and the ground for targets. He kept his screen almost exclusively Thermal or Infrared. Because of this, his face was almost constantly black and white. He had loaded up flak rounds, mid air burst. He couldn't see jack squat in those woods, thermals only helping a little bit. All his sensory equipment was set to warn him of even the slightest motion that might be hostile. The thing even beeped at him a couple times, detecting wild life. He was quickly tuning those beeps out.


As he was interrogated by his commanding officer, he assured her that he was fine and everything was in tip top order. And thanks to The Kid being there, if something was broken it could be fixed.


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Sergeant Taniya


Earlier...


Taniya nods in approval to the bright human tech. "Impressive, McCarty. Yours is an eye for details. As for not being a good shot, I do not require that of you; only that you try should you need to. I cannot stand the idea of one of ours falling in battle because another lacked the heart to act properly when it was necessary. But I do not think I will need to be concerned about that with you." Taniya's grin is certain.


Now...


Taniya takes a moment from her scanning to use her cockpit camera to study the human woman's face in the back seat. "'You would like to think you could do it...' Hmm... Allow me to assist you in this matter." Tolson's uncomfortableness does not faze Sgt. Taniya one bit; she can imagine full well the level of uncomfortableness the private should experience if the situation arose, she failed to act, and someone among the team or convoy was wounded or killed due to her lack of action. That kind of feeling could haunt a human for life, not to mention the fate of the person she might fail. It was also a horrid situation Taniya wished to save the private from.


"Private, you have stated that you have a great and deep interest in my people. You have also stated that you are not certain how you will hold up in your first fight. I will tell you this - do not worry if you will freeze in battle or not. Instead... focus on what you need to do and the rest will take care of itself." Taniya continues scanning. "As for your interest in Zentraedi and your place in this squad... I am not looking for skill; skill can be improved. I am looking for courage. If you doubt even for a moment that you cannot pull the trigger when it is most necessary, then the results of your lack of action might cost you and someone else most dearly. I would save you from that fate. And it so happens that you are among warriors in a war zone."


Taniya's voice holds its edge. "You wish to know more about a galaxy-faring warrior race. While I... how is it your people put it? I am looking for guts."





"So... are you prepared to test yours?"


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Barbara slowly nods. "I - I will do whatever I have to, to make you proud of me. If you are willing to teach me how to fight, I'll learn."


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Corporal Zaile Alencar


There isn't a lot of visual cue on the Corporal's Tomahawk interior, particularly when looking out the canopy of one's own mecha. But there's a telltale lag every so often in Zaile's response chatter over the squad-only frequency. Enough to rather easily draw a conclusion, given her company.

Dannigan said:
"Zaile. You are hereby directly responsible for your passenger. If you are distracted by her or if she does something she should not which results in danger to this convoy, I am holding you fully responsible. You of all of my squadmates should know that both of your eyes should be on this mission - the first of our historic squad to undertake." Then she adds, "If your passenger continues to distract you, you will stop your mech, she will dismount, and ride with the tankers."
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Zaile sits up straight in the cockpit. Outrage vies with embarrassment. Ultimately, discipline wins out. The Corporal replies in an even tone, perfectly reasonable though a bit obvious given the lack of her usual bubbly cheer. "Understood, sir. Karat-sul! You can count on me to be at my very best, sir!"


And indeed, the Zentraedi pilot is the very model of discipline, helped somewhat by her slightly chastised wife turning her attention to reading medical dossiers or something to keep busy and quiet. Zaile, for her part, trusts the air cover to track aerial targets and focuses all of her attention on the forest as well as down the road, places she has superior line of sight to.


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OOC: Zaile has a Detect Ambush skill of 54%. If memory serves, rolling a 17 means I was successful?
 
Taniya smiles proudly at Tolson's reply and says, "Good. Understand, I am not attempting to make a warrior out of you - I just think it is very important for you to see if you have it in you or not, because our enemies most certainly do. One kill will put to rest any doubts." Taniya lets out a short laugh. "And then we will celebrate it at Anton-17!"


Taniya's smile remains as she scans the forest. I am already proud of her for being up to the task. And that is good - I do not want to send this friendly human away for a replacement, especially when I am just now starting to like her!





When Zaile replies, Taniya's smile broadens. I know I can count on you, Zaile. But imagine the pain you will feel if you lose your wife because both your eyes were not on your duty. Come to think of it, I could state as much in my reply to you. But... perhaps you will be more attentive in the future if I simply open the channel and reply...





"Mmmhmm..."
 
Getting closer to Anton-17, there is a sudden signal from one of the lead Destroids, calling for a immediate halt of the convoy. "Sir! The road up ahead has been disturbed; looks like a possible IED in the roadway."


The lieutenant calls out, "Everyone, keep your heads up. Corporal Bexler, get a EOD squad out there to check out the road."


As everyone starts to look around, a feeling of something being off comes over Zaile. The greenery along the east side of the road looks green and lush, while the plants on the west side look somewhat wilted and brown. A brief flicker of metal can be seen under the plants, and the little voice in your head is screaming AMBUSH!
 
Corporal Zaile Alencar





"...Mecha on the west flank!" the Corporal cries out over the squad-only network. She swivels her Tomahawk around to face the probable threat. The enemy is too close for her HPC-155 cannons to fire at optimum. So she heats up her TZ-IV Gun Clusters and opens fire with her 25mm Autocannon and 14.55mm Lasers, spraying the likely area to clear away foliage, if not actually hit her target. Zaile sights up her GAU-20A1 .50 Caliber Machine Guns mounted above her canopy next, hoping to get a clear line of sight.


I wish I could use my flamethrowers but it'll ruin everyone's infrared long before it clears away enough vegetation to be useful.


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OOC: Planning to attack! I assume I shouldn't be rolling though until we sort out initiative?
 
Actually, the particle cannons are effective even at very short ranges. Please give me a to-hit roll, then initiative.
 
Zaile's wife lets out a startled yelp as the Tomahawk swivels on its gimbals to face the jungle and fire the autocannon in a powerful twin burst. Elyana yanks her straps tighter as all hell breaks out in front of you.


The warning shouted by Zaile is just enough to keep the whole column from getting taken by surprise. The two Comanchero's on the west side suddenly jink and pour on the power, getting them clear of the SAMs fired up at them. All along the road, multiple Battle Pods and Male Powered Armor supported by scores of micronized foot soldiers spring out from the jungle and begin to shoot.


Facing the center of the convoy are a total of four Battle Pods; one Recon and three Tactical Pods, two Male Powered Armor, four full sized Zentraedi in lightweight non-powered armor carrying assault rifles, and at least twenty human-sized troops. Zaile and Taniya both know that the Recon pod is the reason that you didn't pick up the enemy before on your radar. It is now also jamming all long range communications, but your short range signals are clear enough to be understood.


Inside Taniya's mecha, Barbara quickly takes to the controls of the radio, boosting signal strength between the members of the squad and trying to 'burn' through the electronic hash being thrown up by the Recon Pod. "Sergeant! I can keep our local comms clear, but all long range signals are being blocked by that tin can over there!"


All the opponents are within 1,000 feet so you are effectively at point blank range for your weapons.


Order of Battle


18 - Male Powered Armor 1-2


15 - Battle Pods 1-2


15 - Battle Pod 3 damaged


13 - Zaile


12 - Kevin


11 - Recon Pod


10 - Lightweight Foot Soldiers 1-4


8 - Infantry 1-10


5 - Infantry 11-20


I need Initiative rolls from @Beowulf, @Dannigan, and @Sohisohi
 
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