Post by Scorp on Aug 12, 2016 6:18:59 GMT
bzzt "HQ this is Outpost Charlie, we're being overrun! Please advise!"
The panic in the young man's voice was evident. Explosions, gunfire, and laser pulses sounded somewhere behind him, and he jumped a little with each blast.
The man on the other end creased his brow, his fist tightening slightly. "Sit-rep, Charlie Outpost, is it raiders?"
"N-No sir; Raskies. They've blown our AA tower, and they're-" He jumped again as another explosion went off, closer this time. "They've sent in a Star, sir. Our war suits are keeping it busy, but it's only a matter of tim-"
"Pull out."
"S-sir?"
"Pull out, corporal! Get those war suits out of there, have the tanks cover their retreat!"
".....S-sir, the tanks were all destroyed."
"Damnit!" He sighed, rubbing his temples. This war was costing them dearly for every square inch of territory they had.
"Order the retreat, cover those war suits with whatever you have left. We're scuttling Charlie outpost."
The younger man's eyes widened a bit, and his grip on the radio tightened.
"Y-Yes sir!" bzzt
The man at HQ straightened slightly in his seat, blowing out a deep sigh. Another base lost. The Rasquales House had become more relentless lately. he looked at his appearance in the now dark monitor. Strong features. Conventionally handsome. Steel blue eyes. Dark brown hair. Greying at the edges, despite his relative youth. Jacob Hawthorne had been fighting this war only a few months, and every day was etched on his face.
Ten minute's later, Charlie Outpost went up in atomic fire. All of it's troops had been killed, either during the fight, or in the following blast. All but the War suits, heavily damaged, a handful of infantry, and a single armored jeep. The Rasquales lost several tanks, an entire platoon of Powered infantry, and a single Star Mech.
It wouldn't be enough.
Jacob Hawthorne, the leader of House Blake, and the leader of the fight to take back planet Kell, was losing.
Something had to change, and soon.