At the west end of the encampment, a wing of six mecha hid behind some of the encampment's defensive fortifications as they were constantly peppered with enemy fire. All of the mechs were heavily damaged, and the pilots inside were panicked. There were only the six of them that were defending this
A hit on any one of these would cripple or neutralize the drone outright. It would still be functional, but it just wouldn't be able to receive, make sense of, or process any orders or directives. Any interruption in this chain of thought would render the mecha neutralized without any muss or fuss.
Under their care, damaged mecha could be repaired in half the time. The value of a well-trained wing of battlefield mechanics couldn't be overstated. Eva was saddened that they didn't have more cadets like them. She and Chengli decided to change things up now that they had torn the enemy squadron
Although everyone was on high alert, no other attacks happened after that. Everyone quickly regrouped and reorganized their defenses while Eva and Chengli's squadron stood down to repair and resupply. All the squad leaders headed into the command tent where Grizz and his lackeys were playing around
He held dark thoughts about the two of them as his anger subsided a little. "Fine," he said gruffly. "Vote as much as you like. I'll still obviously be unit leader at the end of it. No-one else can match my strength or my determination." The other squad leaders scoffed silently at him. They had ex
And then they recounted their experiences with Eva and Chengli. Cadets just like them swooped in and devastated the drone mecha. They were awestruck by their speed and precision, at how easily they dismantled them. The other cadets were too curious and asked them every question they could think of
Sunflower's squadron was mostly designed to support. They had three wings, two of whom were reconnaissance, while the other was infiltration. The other two squadrons had also revealed the training they had gone through, and they had seven wings between them. Four of them were standard infantry, whi
DING! All the squad leaders' DIs notified them of an incoming message. It was labeled high priority, and was sent directly from base commander Riddell's desk. Some trembled as they opened it. --- OBJECTIVE UPDATE: Primary Objective: Survive Hell Week. The previous objective, Neutralize Primary