Myiria ducked her mecha behind a large slab of wreckage, just avoiding a burst of Prentan laser fire. She leapt up again, wrist cannons blazing, carving scorching red ravines in the mecha's armor, and knocking it onto its back, where fires consumed it. Myiria walked her mecha backwards, eyes glued to her radar the whole time, searching for any sign of movement. They had been dug into the structure they had been fortunate enough to capture for several days now, waiting for Zentradi reinforcements. They had been informed curtly that little could be spared but rescue would come, only because they were the finest pilots in the Armada. Myiria and her fellow squad mates had each taken a position around the perimeter, and they also received three fallback positions before they came to a strongpoint that left them little in ways of escape save for blasting through the roof, and only three at a time.

The Prentans had the place surrounded and a fleet of capital ships was blockading the moon according to recent events: shuttles coming down CONSTANTLY with supplies and weapons. The ugly brown Prentan mecha were primitive but numerous, and their gun pods did some nasty damage. And numerous times, the Quadronos had witnessed the super weapon that had cut the original fleet into ribbons used. It was mecha mounted, a large bazooka like weapon that fired a rocket that had some sort of energy signature when it detonated, causing power systems to overload to such a degree that primary reactors would just melt and explode. This weapon however had VERY limited range, and was easy to shoot down, if you knew it was coming. Myiria rounded a corner and flexed her mecha's legs, giving it a short hop landing it on top of a destroyed tank. The Prentans must of had snipers in the area, because suddenly, heavy lasers were blowing holes in the ground all around her mecha, which she quickly moved into evasive action with the boosters, crashing through some wreckage, heavy lasers burning small craters just behind her as the snipers tracked her mecha.

Finally, she got out of their scopes, and remained still. She knew what was coming soon, something very nasty. And indeed, her radar saw the heavy bombers coming. The bombers were probably intended for capital ship attacks so heavy was their armament. Multiple laser turrets, computer targeted, large supply of anti-ship torpedoes and anti mecha missiles, anti-aircraft missile turrets and even side door guns for two launch able mecha. Myiria remained still, and when the explosions began, she blurred into motion, chest auto cannons blowing a gaping hole in a nearby pile of rubble, as she boosted her way past it, she came into almost an ally like area, with a tight space. Still she moved. Death was not an option here, her unit had information on new enemy weapons, cabable of destroying a command ship in one shot, maybe even a flagship. Myiria moved, totally focused on her task. The planes were catching her, and she made her move.

Whipping the mecha around, she reversed course, and dashed for the end of the ally of rubble. A bomb crashed through the roof not twenty meters behind her mecha, throwing it face first into the hard packed dirt. Somehow, her engines didn't cut and she skidded along. Using raw strength, she threw her mecha into a boosting position again. Somehow, she had escaped another bombardment. Myiria sighed. She was becoming weary, constant battle was glorious but tiring. She let her mecha fall onto its back and she spread her arms out, wondering how much longer they could hold out. *** Osh let her mecha fall into the rubble, spewing dust everywhere, but obscuring the view of any snipers in the area. She moved like a hawk, boosting back to the hidden strong point. It had take quite a bit of work. All the Quadronos had literally carved the place out of the ground with lasers and auto cannons, and made a strongpoint by hauling wrecks and rubble and metal and anything strong enough to withstand or resist lasers. Then the layers would stop missiles for enough time to escape...in theory. Half the squad worked on it for half the day, while the others kept their positions to force enemies back.

When it was done, the Quadronos finally were able to go back to half the squad rested for a while, while the other half patrolled. They were not allowed out of armor for more than ten minutes to stretch. After that, you could sleep in your mecha, powered down, but on recharge or standby only. They had all quickly become accustomed to the hum of recharge or standby. Osh cleared her final defensive area, and reached the strongpoint. Once inside, she powered down, and exited her armor. Myiria would return soon, and Osh wanted to speak to Myiria. The situation was becoming bleaker, and soon they would have to consider the one option no one wanted. Four days travel away, their was a zentradi scout frigate, and if they all went a full speed, in a sort of hibernation like state by reducing the oxygen in their mecha, they would make it...in theory. Osh didn't like the idea; she would rather die fighting then run like that.

Some believed that Prentan cruisers that could fold would destroy a scout frigate, but considering how primitive their weapons were, it was unlikly. Osh sighed with relief as she stretched her muscles, and popped her tightened bones. Myiria soon joined her, following suit. Osh finished her ten minutes and suited back up. Myiria also finished, although in five. With that, Osh opened a link.

"Myiria, our time here is running short...what are your plans as squadron leader?" she asked.

Myiria responded slowly. "If we cannot hold them, then we will have to run. And you know that soon, they will give up on stealth assaults and send in a sizeable force, from which we will be over run. Don't ask silly questions, Osh, you know the answers." Myiria replied before powering down into recharge and going to sleep. She was awoken by Osh; it was their shift again.

Unfortunately, this was their last shift, as the action began. The entire radar seemed to glow red in a semicircle, and Myiria knew they were coming. The alert was sounded, and all warriors manned their defensive posts. Numbers quickly overwhelmed them. At first, the fast firing, hard-hitting Quadronos took out wave after wave of enemy, countless explosions. But once they were spotted, the real shooting started, and they were forced to pull back to the strong point. There they all remained still, hoping that they would go undetected. It was not to be. Bombers were seen from the radar, and the Quadronos had but one option.

Myiria spoke quickly. "We make for the frigate. Evade at all costs and conserve energy. Go!" she barked. They all lit their boosters in groups of three, and blasted through the top, which fortunately surprised the Prentans, and they got a good head start. Out of anger, one of the Quadronos fired a few missiles at a bomber, and sent its flaming hulk smashing into a landed shuttle, causing a very large explosion to take a few mecha and auxiliary craft with it. Myiria and Osh flew right next to each other, all of them boosting for open space. They made it, somehow, without getting attacked. They nearly relaxed until 3 Prentan cruisers defolded and opened fire. The only option was to go past them, as enemy mecha were moving to surround them.

Myiria, figuring they were dead, gunned it screaming a Quadrono war cry. The battalion followed suit, and they tore in at the giant enemy. The vessels were monstrous, bristling with weaponry, and could take a beating. Myiria was the first in range of the AA cannons. She moved like a shadow, dodging between blasts, rolling and juking and jinking, until she hit the superstructure, skimming as close to it as she could, wrist cannons blazing, taking out anything in her path. Her battalion was right behind her, blasting away. The losses began to mount, as foolish pilots tried something to try and get around a turret, or lost control or panicked. Myiria erased their names from her memory and continued on, until she was clear, continuing to dodge and roll, flying backwards to dodge incoming fire. They almost got away, until a carrier and three destroyers folded into their paths. Myiria saw the turrets spinning around to face her battalion, and closed her eyes.