[ RPG ] Battle Network!! *EDITED RULES*

[Marine]

Lieutennant DeVares command squad were the first to discover the Stalker tanks ascending the forest hills. The appointed officer had managed to shout a warning before his entire retinue vaporized, and the squads underneath his command splintering, their orders a squall of confusion. When word reached Auspex, half of Devares's paltoon met the same grisly fate as their esteemed officer.

Now the familiar hydrolic sneeze of the Stalkers began reaching Auspex's ears. Soldiers in red-black puzzle camo body armor wheeled about face. Leaves rained down like burning ash. Missile tubes were passed around and the weilders hefted them to bear, swinging at each sound, the punch  claw hitting earth.

Lieutennant Foster saluted the Viral Commander. "Haugen's boys are dug in somewhere ahead on the hillside."

'Any news of DeVares's men?'

The faceless man shook his head. "Last call was the Stalker count. He only counted three."

Foster's hesitating breath gave Auspex concern. 'And your count?'

"Two."

'One that's obviously uninsterested.'

"Or distracted." Foster concluded. If he wasn't in full uniform, the Leitennant's face would be draining. "You don't suppose its after them?"

'That'll keep their heads down.'

A sudden gush of heated air and the scream of jets turned their attention. Rocket flares bured through the brush as the missile operators loaded more rounds. Soft impacts echoed back amongst something displeasuring that forced Auspex to shudder. A metallic scream, tortuous and human. Troopers shouted, firing where the missiles gutted the brush. Some gave a victorious battle cry.

'At least for the moment.' Auspex gibbed.

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After an intense barrage of grenades around the unsightly group of Navis, it abated, allowing an eerie silence to strech amongst the smoking craters. The remnants of Devares's platoon were scattered amongst the ruined forestry, their bodyparts congealing where they landed, amongst Kurtz, Pyro, and Slash.

Something clanked. It souned weak, but steadily intensified, cloaked behind the viscous smoke cover. Hydraulics sneezed. Small machinations of the Stalkers turret clicked and turndled its cupola in erratic sways. Whatever it was, Auspex seemed the least of its interests.