The 432nd had been out in the Sandbox for Two days. So far they had no enemy contact in all that time. It was looking like the Patrol was going to be blessedly boring. William was checking on a filter in the ventilation system as the others were simply standing around not trying to die of boredom. In her Sonar Truck, Allenby had been fiddling with her Sensors. It was difficult to get a good signal in the loose sands of the Sahara as sound didn't travel very well.<br/><br/>"blast this piece a shit system" She seethed as she slammed her headphones down. Sweat was dripping profusely as they entered the Heat of the Midday sun. As she ran her hands through her moist hair, She felt something cool on the back of her neck. It was Cpl John with a wet rag. "Here, it helps. Also some water. The Lts. orders. Everyone stays Hydrated." Jared said absently. He, like everyone else, was fairly out of uniform. Having shed his Uniform Blouse for a simple white Tank-top undershirt. Allenby also was similarly dress as there was no air conditioning in the Hover Truck. Just a couple of Fans to keep the Air flowing. Allenby took a long swig from the Canteen and set it on her work desk. "Thanks" She said as she picked up her headphones when went back to listening.<br/><br/>-Tsss- "AH SHIT!" Sampson growled as he burned his arm on a piece of metal that had been baking in the Hot sun. He had his Blouse tied up around his head to keep the sun off, must like the Locals did. His Ventilation system had been acting up for the last couple of hours and found a sand filled filter. They didn't have a spare in the truck so Sampson had to take some water and clean out the filter as best he could. Having it dry out in the sun. Richter was standing watch as the others were resting and trying to keep cool.<br/><br/>William was finding it "Fun" to twist his body into unnatural positions to get the bothersome filter back into place. With a reassuring click, he managed to snap it back on. "Finally." He said in relief. However, his victory celebration over General Maintenance would have to be postponed. Allenby came charging out of the truck. "LT! I have picked up something on the Sonar. Something Huge!" She shouted. William slid down to her and asked for a detailed report. It appeared she picked up some movement 10 miles to the North East. Contacting HQ, They said there was no Federation movements in the area. William nodded. "Alright, Suit up everyone." He said right before he clamored to the cockpit of his suit. Opening his supplemental weapons Kit, Unit One assembled the 180mm Cannon and loaded a magazine of 5 shots. Tucking the other just behind his Shield. "Let's go!" The 432nd began a trot to try and investigate what the strange signals were.<br/><br/>It didn't take them long to reach an intercept point. "Ok, We'll hold up here and wait for them." William ordered as he drove his shield into the ground and laid the barrel of the 180mm on top. Using the shield as a rest. Soon they saw it. A large Gallop land battleship. The number of escorts told them there was something important on board. "Ok, everyone. Attack! Try and disable the Gallop. We may find Intelligence. Isabella, help me reduce the number of Escort Suits." William ordered as he fired a couple shots from the 180mm.