08-23-2006, 12:16 PM
Allistair grimaced. Watching the two Navis slaughter through Hawk's Guardian's, the discovery of the Mafia seemed possible, even plasuible. But Auspex will stop them. When the last exchange of attacks began, the Navigator pressed a secure perimeter: two gaurd units fanned between the four information blocks, a third tactical unit stealthed to intercept the enemy Navis--push them to Hypnoman.
"It's time Auspex."
The Navi paused. 'You sure about this?'
"Hypnoman is your only distraction. This is the only chance we have, so make something of it." Allistair slid three Battle Chips out his belt satchel. "Killer mines one, two, three. Program advance - Kill Zone."
'Sectore selection complete. Assesing tactical guidlines. Preferred execution of targets is land mines, the detonation will completely wipe the information blocks.'
"Make it so."
"It's time Auspex."
The Navi paused. 'You sure about this?'
"Hypnoman is your only distraction. This is the only chance we have, so make something of it." Allistair slid three Battle Chips out his belt satchel. "Killer mines one, two, three. Program advance - Kill Zone."
'Sectore selection complete. Assesing tactical guidlines. Preferred execution of targets is land mines, the detonation will completely wipe the information blocks.'
"Make it so."