Falling Angels // Invitation based

[Atreides2]

Decebalus was smiling at Vatman "The honor is ours. Usually Flight Jockeys do not come and tag along with us. They demand to get back up there. Now, I just hope that my horde of screaming baboons are not going to make me look bad in front of you, because if they do, I will skin them alive!"

"Come on Sarge, when would we let you down?"
"Do I need to remember you all the Training Exercise on Pecos?"
"Sir, that was not our fault. No one mention the damn Ice Bears on that planet."
"Yeah, but unless one of you would have had a rapid fur growth, you would not have been having a bear hug in that day , would you Alvin?"
"Honest mistake sir. Won't happen now!"
"Now is even worse, the Gauls have Wine and possible some better food then us, I hope none of you would think to make a Fiesta out in the field.."

The minutes passed with the soldiers chatting and the scenery was also changing as the squad of Cheetah's was travelling at 50% their speed, making sure to launch a few plasma volley from place to place and to keep the timetable to arrive at the factory. For a few hours, nothing came by but then "Tau Chi Rho! Tau Tau Tau!" was heard from the radio.

"This is it boys, it is the identification marker. Noel, send the identification code and encode the transmission!"
"Yes sir. Sixer, Sixer, Sixer, Alpha Omega Five Lima Echo Twenty One. Transmission secured to Pancho!"
"Roger that, Unit 6, this is Major Mario. Location!"
"Battlemap 2, grid 11, twenty clicks to RG. Holding!"
"Roger that. Switch to Battle Comm 9 and monitor the frequency. Hit the ground and grab the legs. Make sure your feet are not getting cold, cover them"
"Roger. Let's hope that no cough will come!"
"Roger!"

Decebalus turned around his soldiers "OK, you pancake eaters, we stop here for now. Set up perimeter and initiate camouflage over the Cheetah. Dig a tunnel for us to take cover. Apple and Sony, assume 180 degrees watch. 300 meters from our position. Come on! Move!"

He looked at the pilot "Want to get dirty?" he said while throwing a shovel to him "Join us in our dig!"


Meanwhile, Major Mario is slowly taking his fatigued AIT to reach the RG-23 and he checks the status reports of his teams. For the moment they manage to hit some small patrols and they were lucky not to have any injuries. "Good!" he mumbled for himself "Very good" and he raised his right fist up , threatening the sky, making thus the sign to start a rapid march "5 clicks to reach Unit 6. Come on boys".

In 1 hour the camp had been and while the Soldiers were resting near their cars, the rearguard sentry gave a signal of a friendly unit approaching and soon after 20 AIT enters in the compound and Decebalus jumps from his place and salutes "Major, this is Unit 6 reporting in. We have encountered minor Gallic resistance and we suffered no injury. We picked up a stranded Fleet Pilot sir!"

"Very well Sarge. We have 30 mins break and then we proceed to attack the target!"
"Yes sir"
"Major Mario Litarro and with whom do I have the pleasure, Pilot?"

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