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We'd just mopped up the last of those annoying TR snipers- guess they figured they'd harass us while their main force turned tail from the tech plant and scampered back to the warpgate. Apart from a few skirmishes at The Palisade, and some tanks locking horns north of Howling Pass, the whole campaign had been going smoothly all the way up to the gates of Mao.

Now that it was in NC hands, command figured they'd send us east, to the doorstep of the Terran Republic's warpgate.

For those of you who've fought on Indar, you'd know there's that giant swath of desert in the northern region of the continent- flat, featureless, and anyone who crosses it is a proverbial fish in a barrel. And guess who got to be the fish that day? That's right- myself and the rest of platoon Hammer 1, of the 666th Devil Dogs.

Infantry resistance was present, but unremarkable save for a couple MAXes. Some armored harassment sent my squad scattering for cover amongst the sparse rocks- then came the Mosquitoes. The 666th's air wing had kept their birds grounded on the way up north to Mao, but some factor somewhere along the line denied us our air support up here- everyone else figured they felt more like training than keeping the bugs off us. Either way, our Sunderers lasted all of five seconds when the TR's air support swooped in, sending us running in little groups into whatever cover we could salvage, where we hid to take potshots at anything relatively soft while the medics like myself patched up those who bothered to show their head for a split second.

Damned if I know why command kept us there for so long- After a while, they just decided to stop trying to maintain this dumbass outing, and ordered us back to Howling Pass to fend off an armored counterattack. If I remember correctly, it was a long night...

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Looked a lot better while I was working on it- I think I botched up the composition somewhere along the way. Oh well.

Description
We'd just mopped up the last of those annoying TR snipers- guess they figured they'd harass us while their main force turned tail from the tech plant and scampered back to the warpgate. Apart from a few skirmishes at The Palisade, and some tanks locking horns north of Howling Pass, the whole campaign had been going smoothly all the way up to the gates of Mao.

Now that it was in NC hands, command figured they'd send us east, to the doorstep of the Terran Republic's warpgate.

For those of you who've fought on Indar, you'd know there's that giant swath of desert in the northern region of the continent- flat, featureless, and anyone who crosses it is a proverbial fish in a barrel. And guess who got to be the fish that day? That's right- myself and the rest of platoon Hammer 1, of the 666th Devil Dogs.

Infantry resistance was present, but unremarkable save for a couple MAXes. Some armored harassment sent my squad scattering for cover amongst the sparse rocks- then came the Mosquitoes. The 666th's air wing had kept their birds grounded on the way up north to Mao, but some factor somewhere along the line denied us our air support up here- everyone else figured they felt more like training than keeping the bugs off us. Either way, our Sunderers lasted all of five seconds when the TR's air support swooped in, sending us running in little groups into whatever cover we could salvage, where we hid to take potshots at anything relatively soft while the medics like myself patched up those who bothered to show their head for a split second.

Damned if I know why command kept us there for so long- After a while, they just decided to stop trying to maintain this dumbass outing, and ordered us back to Howling Pass to fend off an armored counterattack. If I remember correctly, it was a long night...

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Looked a lot better while I was working on it- I think I botched up the composition somewhere along the way. Oh well.