<br/>To be honest, it seemed like a fairly grim situation. They'd wiped out the coastal forces, but more were coming. A storm of enemy wanzers, RPG-equipped soldiers, two tanks and two gunships were headed for the beach. Skilled as they were, they wouldn't be able to last long against such overwhelming numbers. It would be death by a thousand cuts. Things looked bad, the enemy wanzers taking the front and peppering their location with rifle fire. Halle kept at the front of their merry band of soldiers and mercenaries, using her Frost HW's heavy armor and shield to absorb as much gunfire as she could. The gunships were not far away and the tanks would be rolling in behind the wanzers. The soldiers would probably flank from the jungles or other places to catch them by surprise with RPG fire while they were busy with the wanzers.<br/><br/>"Regroup behind the building! If we don't get any cover we're going to get blasted to pieces out here! Hold this beach until-"<br/><br/>Suddenly, she cut off as the high priority comm channel crackled to life.<br/><br/>"Grim, this is Base! Your team did a good job clearing away those defenses. So if you don't mind, let us handle this. You might want to get to that cover."<br/><br/>Halle waved her team to move and let them all slip behind the building before she joined them. Together they fought off anything that came around the corners. It only took a moment for reinforcements to arrive though. Three transport ships sailed in, two of them large and specially designed for carrying wanzers, the third a regular troop transport. Their front hatches opened and out of the larger ships streamed groups of wanzers, unloading a volley of missiles so great it nearly choked the sky with smoke.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/FMAssault.jpg)</div><br/>