BY: Deathstrike
Hasegawa studied the tactical satellite map closely. The units he had been waiting for had arrived, and the final preparations were in order to begin the second attack on the Armor factory. It was perfect this time...Lord Oshita had done well. His commander had all possibilities covered. The Davion defenders were finished already. The call came in through the comlink to report to your mechs, and Hasegawa grabbed his neuro-helmet and flew out of his tent.
His experimental Ballista was not far away, and he scaled the ladder like a monkey. Sliding into the cockpit, he realized that it had been a while since he'd piloted in real battle. That being said, however, he was still the best in the entire company. Reports, GENEROUS reports, gave the Sun's 70 mechs. The ground armada about to advance on them was well over two hundred. He wondered if the Davion fools had any idea that they were about to be slaughtered as the call to advance came in. The attack began at 15:20 hours, exactly on time. The Kurita's had learned not to attack in waves, that had been their mistake last time. No, all forces at once in a massive, endless wall of armor, mechs and infantry to totally overwhelm the defenders. He pushed through the lines and engaged a Warhammer. The Davion fired one PPC, but it went wide. Hasegawa returned with a large laser, 2 mediums, and an SRM-6. All but one medium laser slammed into the Warhammer, and it staggered backward. He attacked again, another large laser and SRM-6. Both scored torso hits and the Davion almost fell over. A quick glance side to side showed that the defenders were faring no better all along the front, already he saw some Kurita tanks and mechs approaching the factory under heavy fire. He attacked again, 2 medium lasers, and one missed. The Warhammer replied with a PPC hit to his right torso, and the shock was like a mule kick. "Not enough and too late, fool" Hasegawa thought as the next volley of weapons lay the defender on his back. He pushed on, blasting a Wasp to bits with a full-weapons salvo. The ground was shaking, and Hasegawa loved it all. He saw an Atlas, a Phoenix Hawk, and some other Davion mechs begin to retreat and knew it was over. The Kurita forces surged on, and the defenders were simply overwhelmed: they either ran or were butchered where they stood. He gave the Davion's credit: they were good. But against almost 3 to one odds few in the sphere could have done any better. The defenders retreated into the forest behind the factory, and fought off any Kurita pursuers. The factory was secured: another victory for the Combine. "At this rate, the planet should be secured in a matter of weeks."
"There were just too many this time" said Wallart, his head sagging. Blood dripped from a cut above his eye from a head shot he'd taken. "Only 3 more days and the Dragoons would be here too!" They'd stopped running about 12 miles from the factory. An occasional explosion signaled the death of a stubborn Davion defender. He'd thought about staying too...but it was hopeless this time. He thought it had been bad before, this time it was horrible. He'd barely had time to shoot before he'd been mauled by 6 or 7 Kurita mechs. And the damn infantry!! It was better to retreat, he thought, and secure a landing zone for Wolff than die for nothing. They'd take that factory again before this war was over. He swore it.
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