Legioss Fighter Down

Robotech – Black Hawk Down crossover

Chapter Two

- Sunday October 3 2016AD 1540 -

If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.

Sun-tzu, The Art of War. Strategic Assessments -


Just out side of the main hanger the members of the Alpha Tactical Space Corps begin to preps for their operation. In side of the operation area, CWO3 Matt Evermann enters with a somewhat hesitant stance. Looking around the small office he sees the young Warrant Officer One, Melissa Grimes. She seems frustrated being stuck in a office all day, the smell of fresh coffee only reminds her on how captive she is.

Grimes looks up from her keyboard with a small smile. "Can I help you?"

"Yea…" Evermann smiles as he enjoys the warmth from the cold hanger. "I need to talk to a W.O. Grimes."

The woman's friendly smile quickly disappears and she leans back in her chair with her arms crossed staring up at her fellow Corpsmen. "That's me sir, however unless you can transplant me out of this god damn office, I'm a little busy."

"Well…" Giving a small chuckle Evermann watches as Grimes eyes him down. "I need you to pack your gear and get ready for an operation."

Grimes quickly pays for leaning back on her chair as she falls right out of it. Evermann quickly comes to her aid as he helps her up she rubs her head. "You're shitting me!"

"No… I need you to get you gear and meet up in the hanger for aircraft assignment." Staring at each other Grimes quickly releases the grasp of Evermann and looks out the window. Evermann releases his hold once his fellow pilot is standing upright. "I mean you've always wanted to go out, right?"

"Yes sir…"


-

Back in the main hanger, members of the 1st Veritech Fighter Squadron and the Armies of the Southern Cross 56th Alpha Tactical Space Corp put together all of their gear for the mission later that day. The cold air from outside keeps everyone alert in its own way. The two squadrons keep a small distance between each other. However each observe the other the younger 56th ATSC find it self more idolizing the 1st VFS.

Warrant Officer One Daniel 'Wetter' Cummings, looks over the hanger with his Tactical armor on and a cup of coffee in his hand he watches as his breath carries through the air. He turn when he hears the sound of someone falling, when he looks over all he sees are the legs of a ATSC pilot, and a pile of armor a R-101 Wolverine assault rifle and a Bangalore of ammunition. The sound of the fall has everyone turn to the pile.

First to reach the pile is CW2 Heather 'Loaded' Mandel, after a clearing of the pile she finds OW1 Melissa Grimes. Standing her back up, Mandel looks up and down the younger pilot. "Are you Grimes…?"

Allowing the senior officer to put back on her helmet she answers. "Yes… Yes ma'am."

As Grimes pick back up her gear she is assisted by CW2 Eric Queen. "What are you expecting kid, there a bunch of drunks and dope?"

"Well, sir…"

Evermann smiles and watches as Grimes make her way to the rest of the 52nd. When she reaches him he points out to an AJAC Veritech Chopper. "Grimes that's yours, number nine thirty four."

As she goes to walk over to the aircraft, she is stopped by Queen once more. "You won't need all that shit."

"Well…" She looks over her gear then back to Queen. "I think I will just incase."

Following the head gesture of the young female Queen looks over to Lieutenant Commander Randy Levine, who holds a assault rifle as well and is clearing it's chamber. "Man everyone just asking to get shot down today."

"Look…" Evermann brings the attention to his twelve man team. "Everyone just do what you have to do, and we all get back together. Okay." Just before everyone goes over to their Veritech's Evermann speaks again. "Oh, and everyone shoot and shoot in the same direction."


-

1429hrs

The Streets of Hong Kong fill with the daily activity of the staving and the weak, all under the eyes of the tyranny of Tongo Jie Shi and his band of militia. Over looking their activities in space is a Satellite. Its images are feed directly to the Joint Operations Center at New Hong Kong Airport on Lantau Island. In side is General Garson, Colonel Martinez of the Armies of the Southern Cross and a handful of Operations personnel both RDF and ASC.

Looking at the satellite image Colonel Martinez stands with his arms crossed as communications from a VE-1 Eleitseeker Reconnaissance Veritech fighter from the 1st fighter Squadron.

"Sir Contact has been located, vehicle is marked."

Showing some tension to the situation is General Garson who looks at the screens in front of him. "Alright… Let's see if this guy can be trusted?"

The Colonel looks to the General biting his lip. "It is his first time out."

Looking from above that the satellite image provides the officers of the J.O.C can see a little coup driving through the streets of Hong Kong, slowly passing the crowds of people around him.

"Sir he says he's about fifteen minutes away…"


-

Far from the troubled land of Hong Kong and in the prosperous city of Macross City with the Battle fortress known as the SDF-1 looming on the horizon of the city suburbs is the house of Max and Meryia Sterling. Inside is nothing bur silence walls filled with medals and awards both of the pilots has won. Sitting in the family room is a crib and the toys of the Sterling's latest addition Aurora. On the refrigerator is the report card of Diana Sterling's, and pictures of the Families visit to Earths newest Colony Eden. The silence ends at the sound of the answering machine turning on. It is the sound of the young Diana Sterling age five.

"Hi, this is the Sterling's home of Max, Meryia, me Diana and little Aurora. Please leave a message…"

With the sound of a beep the voice of Commander Max Sterling comes over the speaker.

"Hey, Honey it's me… are you there, I hope your not asleep… are the kids doing good… Look I'm just calling to check up on you okay… And I hope your all safe… I will call in a couple of hours okay…"


-

Hanging up the phone in the operations Hanger staring out his Alpha Fighter, he is tapped on the shoulder by his friend Levine. Both are wearing CVR-1 Combat flight armor and with rifles slung across there sides. "Hey Max… Times up lets get going…"

"Yea…"

Over to his Veritech he looks to see CW3 Evermann sitting in front of his staring in to space. He stops near the Corpsmen's feeling the man's hesitation. Wanting to speak but not finding any words he just stands next to him staring out of the hander and to the main island of Hong Kong..

"It's funny…" Evermann's sounds as if it's coming from a ghost. "Not even two decades ago this place was the largest and most prosperous city in the world… Now look at it… It's a shame I would have wanted to see what this was like."

"Who knows…" Rubbing the back of his head Sterling turns to his Legioss the combination of Alpha and Beta Fighter.

Hearing so little care come from the legendary pilot brings a chill up Eevermann's spine. "You don't think we should be here."

"Warrant Officer..." Sterling begins to walk to his Veritech. "It's not a matter of what we think. Once that first bullet strikes your Veritech… Policies and all that shit go out the window."

"I just want to do things right…"

Turning to the face of a worried leader Sterling bows his head and smiles. "Hey, your do good, just keep your head up and get your men back here alive okay."

Seeing some confidence from a fellow aviator and one so known, has Evermann's breathe a sigh of relief.


-

Back in the Joint Operation's Center, the two commanding officers of the pending operation over looks the vehicle they have been following from space for fifteen minutes with growing skepticism. When the vehicle comes to a stop General Garson roles his eyes and leans onto a desk. "Know is this the place or is he taking a dump."

"Once second sir…" The Communications from the VE-1 comes over with some static. "Sir he says that this is the building…"

Looking to his ASC counter part Garson looks back to the image on the monitor. "Are you sure?"

"Know he is saying that the building is a couple of blocks down… But if he's seen outside of it he will be shot."

Colonel Martinez leans forward and looks to Garson.. "I will fucking shot him myself if you want."

Raising his hand at the Colonel, Garson communicates with the Recon fighter. "Tell him to get his Chingk ass next to the building or he will not be paid!"


-

The utilization of variable technology in a ground based unit was thought impossible but in 2013 Researchers at General Electric made a brake through in Anti-Gravity propulsion, utilizing Bio-Fusion engines, the only 'safe' known reactor powerful enough to make functioning Mecha. GE went to Saab America and the two companies teamed up to develop the VHT-01 Centaur, the worlds first Hover Tank. It also has the ability to transform into a bipedal Guardian mode style weapon. With two small mechanicals arms it was a marvel of engineering. Even though the UEG ordered seven hundred they wanted more, for they needed a Tank that can have a full Battloid mode configurations. This is because before the Luna Massacre and the destruction of the SDF-2 Liberty the Armies of the Southern Cross were meant to travel to the Phatoma system and confront the Triolians on their own ground. To do so the ASC needed to have a heavy ground unit that was faster then a Destroid or Battloid but still have all of their strengths. With the operation set out to launch in 2015 the GE Saab Consortium rushed to meet the demands of the UEG. So it created the VHT-02 Spartas, when they first rolled out it wasn't well liked by the pilots of the ATAC because of it's open cockpit design. However with the destruction of the SDF-2 it was deemed that the UEG had to deal with internal 'Earth' matters before they could attempt an attack against the Robotech Masters. So the Armies of the Southern Cross were turned from an invasion army to Earth's new defenders. The VHT-02 was upgraded with a canopy, but like many of the Mecha in the ASC the EU-11 Gun Pod has become a burden with overheating problems.

The 4th Alpha Tactical Armored Corp of the Armies of the Southern Cross is the only heavy ground units stationed at New Hong Kong Airport on Lantau Island. This elite group was battle-harden in the Argentina conflict and they come to enjoy the Veritech Hover Tank. The Entire Company of the 4th that is under Lieutenant Colonel Emerson pilots VHT-02, for the great speed and armaments in a small package. Even if his unit is well trained he sees a lot of green faces among the company he's been asked to command. Even so he only has a total of twenty five functional VHTs just enough for the mission ahead. The mission he currently goes over with the members he has selected to go on this mission. Despite his best efforts nine that he selected have never seen combat before. Staring at them all had the grey haired Officer some what nervous.

"It's eight miles to the target area; we will be never off the main roads. We across the Yu-ki Bridge as soon as we come close to the main land we go feet wet. Cross the sea and land right up on Xio Street like before. We make a right on Ninth Street and move right into the Happy Valley Race Course district. We wait until abstraction of prisoners then move into the main parking lot." Looking around as he points out the area on a map he sees a lot of nervous faces. "We then load the prisoners and Pepper gas the Zentraedi before final load and take them back. "We will have the blocking teams fall back with us for air cover. Home in an hour okay…" Silence strikes the hanger only the sounds of the cold wind can be heard. "There will be some shooting… the Race Course district is like the Arkansas Protectorate, but like there people live there so don't shot at everything." Finished the light Colonel looks to his men and grabs a helmet that is just as worn and beat up as the armor he wears. "Hoora!"

"Hoora!" The men around him respond in kind as they gather all of their gear and start to head to their assigned VHT.


-

Still in the J.O.C. General Garson stares at all of his monitors, waiting for the vehicle the satellite is following to stop. The room around him feels to warm for the General's taste, and the air dry. Looking over to his Armies of the Southern Cross counter part he cracks a smile.

"The last informant killed himself…"

Seeing some possible humor in the General's story Martinez smiles. "How?"

Sitting in his chair the Garson looks back on the incident. "He was so nervous about his operation he O.D. on Heroin."

"Sir the Vehicle has stopped."

Quickly standing Garson looks back to the monitors before relying a communication to the Recon fighter. "Is he sure this time?"

"Sir… He sounds scared Shitless…"

Aside from the Recon pilot sarcastic comment, Martinez's speaks. "That's good… always a good sign."

"Sir, that's it he just gave the sign…"

Glancing ahead not even looking to the monitor's Garson gives out orders. For some reason even he has a odd feeling about the mission as if something doesn't seem right. "Call the Saratoga, tell them we have Airspace, and also get Q.R.F out of the airspace."


-

Sitting on the tarmac of the airport is the first the 1st Veritech Squadron, group of Legioss fighters overlooking the many airport terminals of this once great land is all but hollow. Max sterling looks around his fighter and the twelve other Legioss's his Crew Chief, double checking everything he can. The mood still hasn't changed, among the pilots, all are elite combat veterans and nothing but readiness is on there minds. For the members of the 54th ATSC, the small army of the entire 54th sits at the ready a total of Forty eight VAH-10 Aurora's. In a large hanger to the west of the Runway are twenty five Veritech Hover Tanks intermixed with the group are seven large Hover Transports.

"Irene! I repeat Irene!"

With the transmission on all frequencies not one Corpsmen or Fighter pilot misses a beat. The silence of the Airport erupts in the roar of engines. Major Steele who leads the 54th into the operation, is at the head of the squadron and first with engines at full. With his rotors at full and with a quick glance behind him he turns forward.

"Irene! Your heard them Corpsman, Fucking Irene!" Grasping the collective control and flight stick the major gives a small smile. "First Flight, begin operations every other flight give a ten sec chop check!"

The crew chiefs of the Veritech Fighter have little time to watch the first twelve AJAC's takeoff as they launch out the twelve Legioss's. Not to be beat in speed the fixed wing Veritechs are free of their chalks and rolling down the taxi way before CW3 Evermann Flight, the forth and final flight of AJAC's can liftoff. Over looking this massive force lift off are two pilots that were just shadow's in the wake of so much. They are the pilots to the Civil Defence Flying Corps 21st Aero-medical Squadron. Both young one male the other female they have never even entered Hong Kong, and feel that this might just be the same today. Still seeing that many aircraft takeoff is an awesome display of firepower, one they will never forget. Forty eight AJAC Twelve Legioss combination Veritech Fighter each Beta is loaded with six members of the ASC Recon Escort Patrol's Detachment 21. Not to mention the twenty five Veritech Hover Tanks.

As Evermann's AJAC clears the Airport he watches as the first Legioss lifts off the ground. Looking at his eleven fellow pilots has him bite his lip as he gives a prayer.

"Sir…"

The Voice of the rookie Blackburn has the Chief Warrant Officer end his prayer and look ahead. "Go ahead Juliet four twelve."

"That wrecked Zendraedi Cruiser, is it active."

Looking to the remains of the alien starship Evermann inspects it seeing no activity, as for intelligence on the Cruiser it is a dead stick just another scare on the Earth's landscape. "Negative…"

After his glance he turns and looks ahead to see the large convoy of VHT-2 and hover-transport traveling along side the road. Just before the bridge the group brakes off and begins to travel across the open water. The AJAC's and Legioss fighter pull off to a higher altitude. Silence is very disturbing for everyone. Holding the lead formation of the Legioss is Max Sterling who also feels at odds at the silence.

"Two Minutes!"

As they make their way across the sea and strike the island of Hong Kong all that is seen is black smoke billowing form the streets. The Four AJAC Squadrons under the command of captain Steel form around the Flight of Legioss's. Coming in at a hard the Veritech skim just off the top of the first set of building and begin to move closer to the target. Just entering the island are the Hover Tanks and transports. Holding the lead for that is Emerson and all around he watches as the streets fill with civilians running away from the direction they are going.

In the sky above the first flight of AJAC's reach their location and begin a rotation pattern. As they wait, all other AJAC flights take up a corn around the Racetrack. As soon as all of them are in there location Captain Steel gives the word.

"Let's take them down!"

All of the AJAC's go to a hover transforming in groups of two, with the other fighter giving cover. The Legioss go into VETOL mode as the Beta Fighters swing their legs forward. As they do so the Alpha fighters Disengage and Transform into Battloid mode Four Legioss stay in the air of the Squadron maintaining cover with the other Beta fighters. The Alpha Fighters move in with their Gunpods at the ready, Sterling and a fellow Skull member enter into the Racecourse and are met with two Full sized Zendraedi. With a couple bursts they aliens drop not even having a chance to attack.

Levine and fellow Alpha pilots hold position around a complex as members of the Recon Escort Patrol fast rope from Beta fighters. With a burst of missiles a entire wall comes down near a parking structure. Levine's group covers the hole as the assault teams move in. Near the main oval of the Racetrack Sterling and his six other Alpha's round up multiple subjects fleeing from entrances. Strafing the ground around them the men quickly surrender.

"This is Uniform Six Four I've reached the staging area."

Reaching a nearby intersection, the Convey of Hover Tanks and Transports stop in the road. The first four and last four Veritech Hover Tanks Transform into Battloid mode and take up defensive positions. In side his Hover Tank Emerson piers around the corner of a building with his rifle at his side. Small arms fire strike around his area nothing to bother a veteran like him. However for a fellow VHT pilot a RPG strikes near is position.

"Sir, they're shooting at us! Sir… They're shooting."

Looking towards his fellow Corpsman Emerson sees a Technical down the street with multiple hostiles on it. "Then Shoot back."

As ordered the Corpsman raises his EU-11 Gun Pod and fires burst at the vehicle blowing it in two. Emerson looks around all the buildings with his sensors and he discovers that there might be a jammer in the area. However just with visual sight he can see dozens of Militia moving to their position.

In the Fourth flight CW3 Evermann stays airborne watching his Squadron land in Battloid mode. When it comes for Blackburn AJAC to transform the silence Evermann was experiences ends. The blades on Blackburn AJAC lock up and the Chopper falls like a rock. As soon as the smoke clears an AJAC lays on the deck, with all but one rooter blades broken off.

" Blackburn!"

Transforming to Battloid mode and landing next to the fallen Veritech. Looking into the cockpit Blackburn is unconscious. Being the only Battloid in the open Evermann looks around the crash sight stunned at what he sees. Looking around he calls to one of his Squadron members.

"Galtine, get over here I need cover!" With his back up coming his fellow squadron members that cover the area watches as an army of Militia fill the street fighting rockets at them.

Evermann looks around as an explosion erupts a block away, one of his squadron members calls to him. "They have a Battloid, Clug type!"

Clug is the codename given to E.B.S.I.S. light weight battloid. Standing at only thirty feet it's armor is light, it is armed with a thirty millimeter chain rifle. However it is known that many of these fell into the hand of the Rebels in the area, however most should be on the mainland.

With more concern for his downed pilot Evermann calls over the radio. "Juliet six four this is, Juliet six five over!" Looking to the crashed fighter Evermann uses his loudspeaker. " Blackburn can you hear me…" With no response from Captain Steele or Black burn he looks to WO1 Galtine. "Galtine get Grimes and take his AJAC to the target building!"

Heavy fire erupts around the chalk as the two AJAC take hold of Blackburn's crippled Veritech and begin to carry it away with the other members of the squadron giving cover fire. Seeing another Clug Battloid Evermann open's fire with his energy rifle forcing the Mecha to duck around a building.

Inside the Racecourse, The first Veritech Squadron has rounded up all available prisoners however not one is a full size Zendraedi that weren't guards. For Sterling he calls it good enough and begins to Evacuate from the building.

"This is Kilo Eleven, we are green and ready for extraction."


-

At the Joint Operation Center General Garson breaths a sigh of relieve as he watches from his monitors. "That's it…"


-

With the Hover Tank convoy Emerson gets the word to move in and does so, transforming back into Hover mode and jetting across to the Racecourse. The rear four remain in battloid mode and lay down covering fire as they run to the target. Back in Battloid mode Emerson walks over to be met by a dozen Alpha's in battloid mode laying down suppression fire. From his left he sees two AJAC's carry another still in Chopper mode to his position. The Medic from the REP squad runs in-between an Alpha's legs and opens up the canopy to the injured pilot Blackburn.

For Emerson he looks over the damaged fighter before talking to Grimes. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know he just crashed…"

Shaking his head, Emerson points out the blast mark around the blades. "That's laser fire." Darting his sensors to the Zendraedi Cruiser Emerson calls out to a Legioss fighter still in the air. "Super six one is that Cruiser running hot?"

"Negative…"

With the prisoners being loaded and none of them full sized Zendraedi Emerson radio's Grimes again. "Load the AJAC onto one of the large transports."

Grimes does as she is told and when done he and Giltine begin to fall back to their Squadron, just as they turn a corner warning systems go off in Grimes AJAC, she turns to see a missile heading her way. Quickly she dives to the ground the rocket harmlessly strikes a building. With both at full sprints Grimes shouts out. "Fuck this!"

As they reach their group they find nearly seven destroyed Clug's lying out in the road. Taking cover near CW3 Evermann, WO1 Giltine calls out. "What the fuck, they said nothing about battloids. Flying above them a Legioss shows off it's power as it unloads a volley of three long ranged missiles into a Clug nearly a mile down the street.

At the target building Emerson assigns four Hover tanks to escort the damaged AJAC on the flatbed and the wounded Blackburn out of the combat zone. Sterling over hearing the radio traffic calls out. "Hey Eric, you need any extra security."

"More the Merrier. We have downed twelve Clugs I could use some help."

Sterling doesn't even have to ask as one of his squadron members steps up and takes his Alpha and has it ride on top of the Hover transport. Ready the four Hover Tanks, Transport and Alpha fighter begin to leave the area. As soon as they exit the area they find that its no more easier as all around them are militia and random fire from battloids. For the medic that rides with Blackburn he is doing is best to stabilize his wounds. Over the radio Emerson checks up on the unit he sent out. "Hey Strucker how are things doing, everything okay?"

Unable to talk Strucker is transforms into battloid mode rolling across the ground to open fire on a Russian Battloid. "Cant talk right now sir!"

The Alpha pilot begins to shot off missiles at rooftops killing dozens of militia. The entire group fines them selves under fire from all directions as they retreat back to base. It was only a matter of time before the group took a hit, as they turn a corner the third hover tank in the group takes a direct hit in the pilots compartment.

" Pella been it!"

Emerson calls out over the radio at the first sound of trouble. "What's wrong?" The convey stops all other VHT go to battloid mode. The only member of skull among the group recovers the hover tank and places it on the bed of the truck. "What's his status Strucker!"

At the small group everyone looks at the medic from the REP who is only glances at the wreckage shaking his head. With that, Strucker bows his head and takes a deep breath. "He's dead sir…"

"Let's move!" The Skull member looks to the group transform into Guardian mode so he can keep up with the Hover Tanks and begins to give covering fire. With a volley of missiles he takes out the first Mecha he sees along side two technical. With the group moving once more at full speed they make their way to the sea.


-

Near the target building at the Happy valley Racecourse, a group of six MAB-11 "Foxhound" Battloid the latest in Russian Mecha production, used exclusively by the E.B.S.I.S. Marines. They prowl in between buildings and toppled sky scrapers on carries a surface to Air Rifle and trains it's sights onto a Legioss fighter in the air.

In the Legioss the Beta pilot acts as a second pairs of eyes for the Alpha pilot when he look to his left he spots the group of Mecha and calls out to his comrade in control. "We have a SAM!"

"Where, I'm not being painted Hoss."

"Left!"

The pilot of the Alpha unable to see the problem kicks his fighter into after burner however it is to late as the Combination fighter is struck in the rear near the Beta's Engines. The blast pushes the Veritech forward stalling out the second engine of the Beta. Trying to gain control the Alpha pilot tries to lower the Beta's leg its result is a failure in the hydraulic motors only having one leg come down. This puts the fighter in a sharp spin.

"This is Super Six one! I'm hit! I'm hit!" Staring at all of his Cautions, the pilot of the Alpha stares helplessly to see that his Emergency Separation system is offline. "Hold on back there!"


Standing to his feet in the Joint operation center is everyone that heard the transmission. General Garson holds his breath as he watches the footage.

Over the radio he listens to everyone wishing he heard wrong. The lead Legioss in the air calls out to base. "This is Super Six four, Six One has been hit… Wallcheck's bird is going down."


-

In the fatally wounded bird the Beta pilot goes for his Emergency separation handle hoping to save the Alpha. When he pulls it nothing happens. "Looks like we are in this together…"

"I can't break free!"

Using what movement the fighter is willing to give him Wallcheck dodges the taller building in hopes not to get entangled in one and bring it down. He looks to see his compass is spinning to fast to read, so he tries to focus on a landing. With his rotation at such a speed Ejection would send both pilots into an unpleasant meeting with a building so riding it out becomes their only option.

"We are going down…"

At the target building Max watches in horror as two of his men are about to crash. Beside Sterling, Emerson looks at the black smoke tracing the Legioss's erratic path to the ground. Closest to the doomed fighter is Evermann Squadron that watches as the fighter spins, their sight limited by two buildings.

Inside the Legioss, Wallcheck looks behind him to his partner. "Hold on!"

The Legios clips the edge of a building taking off the right wing of the Beta, clearing from a intersection hundreds f Chinese run for their lives as the Veritech's crash. With Gs at nearly nine the Alpha pilot watches as the nose dips down and slams into the ground. Snow and dust is kicked into the air. The Alpha buckles under the weight and is almost ripped of the Beta as the fighter's roll once before stopping on its right side. The remains of the Alpha shows no hope for it's pilot the canopy was crushed compressed.


-

"We have a Legioss Fighter down!"

In the JOC, Martinez looks at General Garson as he looks at the crash on the monitors with fear. Men a women all around the room begin to scurry about, Garson only listens to the transmissions.

"Super Six One is down in the city…"

After a few seconds of thinking Garson comes up with a plan. "Alright get one of those Beta's in the area and check for survivors, move all forces on the ground to that area. Also I want no one to take off from the ground until we find out what's just shot him down. Can you get the convey to that area?

"Yes sir… Sir also… We have multiple heat blooms coming from with in the downed cruiser… Possibly heavy armor and or Mecha."

Looking to another monitor Martinez shakes his head in disbelief. "Can that be confirmed…?"

Finally sitting back down Garson shakes his head in disbelief of what's going on. "It was a god damn trap."