Vrax soon heard word of a feddie attack on one of their frontline units. Springing from his rest to his unit. Vrax quickly deployed by himself, heading off to the battlefield to meet his sworn enemies. It would be a while before he reached the battle, but he knew that the federation wouldn't expect a surprise counter assault so soon after an ambush. Hopefully their units would be worn our or at least low on ammunition before they retreated back to friendly territory. That was Vrax was counting on. Desperation was the mother of all slip ups and he would find a chink in their armor.