Resurgence - The Week of Hell Day 6

==The Week of Hell Day 6==
“Go, go, go!” Erik shouts as the Malak and Preta that has been stalking his convoy all day appears once more.  By now, they have reached the turning point where they wrap around the mountains and head directly West to the spaceport. Erik’s lancemate Victor turns and snap fires a gauss slug at the Preta, narrowly missing as it ducks into the treeline.
“Damn it!” Alpha 2 shouts over the lance channel.
“Solid try, 2, just keep moving.” Responds Erik, trying to keep his lancemate’s head in the game. Everyone in the convoy is absolutely exhausted and just hours ago the Snow Ravens sent word that the Shadow Division is moving toward the spaceport. They are trying to cut him off from escape!
Already most of the VIPs in the capital as well are various corporate entities on the planet were evacuated. Right now, the forces at the planetary capital are being loaded up. Galaxy Commander McKenna has committed all remaining aerospace assets to hold the spaceport and support the Federated Suns troops currently there until Erik arrives.
Best estimates from Klavinsh has the convoy arriving in the morning. The only chance of a sooner arrival is abandoning the convoy. I will not just leave them to die, hundreds and thousands have already followed me into fighting the Blakists. We truly did not understand what they were capable of…
A Snub-Nose PPC slamming into Erik’s back brings him back from his thoughts. Turning his Templar, the treeline lay just a couple hundred meters away. Spinning up his Rotary Autocannon, slugs fly, shattering trees, one burst spraying sparks as he hits one of the elusive harassers. Then the treeline erupts into flames.
Not a minute too soon; As the fighters scream by dropping bombs and strafing the edge of the forest. One by one they pass overhead. With the return passes, it will give Erik’s column a chance to gain some distance.  
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“Captain, how are we reading for the Federated Suns ships docking? All in order?”
“Affirmative Galaxy Commander. Since a number of FedSun jumpships departed after dropping off their passengers, we are filling up docking collars on our own ships. In total, we will have more than enough room to leave with all the ships accounted for.”
“Is the Prince’s Champion going to get to spaceport by the morning? Also, how is the capital city looking?” Dominic added.
“Yes, at the Prince’s Champion’s current pace, he will arrive on time.  He is currently being harassed by some of the Shadow Division and the turncoat mercenaries. Our support runs have consistently been giving him room to move.”
“We are leaving before that new fleet arrives; with or without the Prince’s Champion.” Stated Dominic firmly.
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“Alpha 4 to Champion Actual.” 
“Send it, Alpha 4.”
“I have friendly IFFs inbound from the West.”
“Confirm, there is no chance of this being a Blakist ploy?  The rain is keeping our visibility very low.”
“Roger that, Champion Actual, my Bloodhound Probe confirms these are Davion Light Guard mechs.” Responded Alpha 4 assuredly.
Thank the Heavens above… It does weaken the spaceport by one lance but we need help. Erik’s Templar is showing damage as is all of the units in the convoy. Multiple vehicles were grounded and had to be left behind in the hours of harassment they dealt with so far today.
Another run by the aerospace fighters roared by, blasting away the treeline. An explosion goes off a few dozen meters out of line of sight in the treeline where a mech’s ammo bin was likely hit. All four fighters pulled back and arched up and into the clouds above.
“Lightning 1 to convoy, come in, over.”
“This is Champion Actual, you are a welcome sight, we need help with these harassers.”
“Solid Copy Champion Actual, on it, over.” 
“Alpha Lance will cover you as we can from range, Champion Actual out.”
Continuing to move forward, the vehicles chew up the hard ground, slightly softened by the rain with dozens and hundreds of personnel walking alongside. Leading the convoy continues to be Alpha 4 in his Jagermech. A good choice to lead with a Bloodhound Active Probe, Angel ECM, and Anti-Missile Systems.
Out of the darkness of the clouds and heavy rain emerges four mechs in a diamond formation. Leading the lance is a Uziel 8S followed by a Gunsmith 11-NG, Nightsky 4S, and Lineholder LH8.
Passing the convoy at a full 80 KPH, the Uziel torso twists to face the treeline and turns toward it as does the rest of the lance. Passing the Uziel, the Gunsmith accelerates to over 100 KPH running through the trees. Within seconds purple glows from the X-Pulse lasers used by the Gunsmith illuminate a patch of trees. Both the Uziel and Nightsky take to the air on their jump jets, their pulse weapons adding green and blue hues to the trees.
Clearly weapons fire is coming back at them as explosions are hitting trees behind their position. Running along the treeline, the Lineholder spins up the pair of RAC2s, sending dozens of rounds into the forest at the Blakist position.
Still on the new lance’s channel, Erik can start to make out what is going on, even tapping into the Uziel’s battle feed.
“Hell yeah! Keep the fire on that Malak!” yells Lightning 1.
“Pick on someone your own size!” shouts the Gunsmith pilot as the purple lasers melt armor from the other light mech.
“O, you want to have a knife fight?!” shouts the Nightsky pilot as Erik can see it clash with a Preta armed with a retractable blade.
Their speed and the pulse weapons seem to have thrown the Blakists onto their back foot.  Yes! Some good news! These guys are getting a commendation. 
Switching to the convoy channel, Erik gives the order to keep the speed up.  He continues to listen in on the Lightning lance channel and finds they are almost having fun fighting the Blakists. He sincerely hopes their confidence can carry the battle and that Avitue is nowehere nearby….
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