"Wolf Platoon leader, you have three bogies converging on your position. How copy?"
"Affirmative, whats the ETA on some backup for us? We're running low on munitions and mechs here."
"Uhhh.... At least 2 mikes. We'd be drawing from another platoon across the fray."
"Roger that, we'll try and--"
"Contact, contact! Brace for hellfires!"
*explosions, Wolf platoon returns fire*
"Spikestrip, get us that damn backup over here!"
"Berzerk, flanking on the left!"
*Point-D Vulcan spinning up, firing*
"Yeah, he's Kilo-Alpha."
"Wolf Leader.....kup from Heathen Plato.....as come unde.....dvise you to pu...."
"Spikestrip, we're losing you. Scramblers?"
*static*
(*TRANSMISSION ENDED: CONNECTION INTERFERENCE*)
"Damnit. Spitfire, Wolf Platoon is under heavy fire, and their backup from Heathen has been ambushed. If we don't send some of the base's reserve's, we'll lost the entire platoon. Scramblers have been placed and we can't contact them anymore." A unicorn with a dark, matte grey coat and mane said, turning around in his chair. Spitfire remained motionless, thought running through her head faster than a boosting Scout.
"Send Razor squad. And a technician, if they haven't been assigned one yet." She said, reading the transmissions typed script over and over again. "Bastards won't take that sector from us..." She muttered under her breath.
"Dunlop, dude, that'll never work!" Flurry said, laughing. He lay on his bunk bed, reading some comics and chatting with the other members of his squad.
"Sure it will! Replace the tow warhead with a detonator warhead, and, boom! It's like a.... Super-TOW!" He said, making an explosion with his hooves. Then, the PA system crackled to life in their bunkroom.
"Razor squad, you are to get to your mechs and mobilize to section 8 of the Bazzar. Repeat, Section 8 of the Bazzar. Wolf platoon has come under heavy fire and needs assistance." it called out, and died back.
"You hear it! Saddle up, Boys!" Commander said. They ran through the hallways, and got into their mechs. Flurry check the external systems on his Bruiser, which he lovingly referred to as 'Harlem', and was the first out. Flurry Mobilized his Scout, and the rest of Razor squad followed.