0700, Day 6 of the War for Terra Nova, somewhere west of Gropius. Protector Caste Lieutenant Milo Robard addresses a makeshift recon force, callsign "Warden 12" assembled from units of the 6th Humanist Alliance Penhillon.
"Listen, pilots. I know no one is happy with this assignment, but that killed enemy hardware we sent back a couple days ago has been a great source of intel for our side. The Preceptors have sent out a briefing on those armored suits so we can handle them better. Lorence, I know you popped that one with a rifle, and there's a commendation coming for giving our people something to study.
The bottom line is we've got to stop these things before they get dug in to our cities or we may never shake them loose. They can hide better than our Gears, and they're equipped to really hurt our people if they're losoe among the 'sheep' back at home. We're the sheepdogs, and nothing is going to happen while we're around to stop it.
Submitted by Brett Dixon on Sun, 01/27/2013 - 9:06pm