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Date Posted: 18:18:42 11/28/00 Tue
When the men were assigned to guard those two wierd prisoners, they were ordered to expect the unexpected. Nothing, however, could have prepared them for THIS onslaught...Already between Tsurshi and Raven, a quarter of the force had been wiped out--almost effortlessly, it seemed--and the one with the battle suit had already claimed one of their tanks. That did it for most of the troops, many of whom, despite being veterans of other battles, shamelessly broke and fled....
The Lieutenant of the tank platoon, however, as enraged at the sight of one of his units destroyed. With it's communications out,he couldn't tell if the crew survived--but after seeign the power of that suit he could only assume the worst...
He immeditely cued the radio. "Sir, it's Blake--we're getting pasted out here!! Where're those fuckin' 'special weapons' we were promised!?!"
"Just got a call from Blythesville--they're still fifteen--repeat, one-five minutes out. Can you hold out that long?"
Lt. Blake looked around at his remaining tanks--many of the surviving troops had clustered behind them. And they still had their heavier weapons stored not far away..."We'll try, sir... Blake out!"
He quickly shoutr orders to the troops, orgering half of them to lay down covering fire--"Keep 'em at a distance! Don't let 'em get close!!"--while the others ran back to break out the REALLY heavy stuff...
Menawhile, evey narrowing in rage, Blake ordered his remaining four tanks, including his own to surge forward, concentrating their fire on the battlesuit-wearr. As the tank recoiled from the force of its 120 mm cannon firing, he swore that, even if it got them killed, they'sd be taking that damned suit down with them...
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