TSA 3.2.

(Engaged?? - The tank one, part 2)

Doors OPEN: POV shot: moving away from APC, panitng, sweeping the area, "CLEAR"

BOOM! -- BOOM! -- BAH!!

rubble all around.

"Behind me?"

"Yeah."

"Markers?"

\*Markers chimes.\*

"Cover desks, chairs."

Soft metal clanging whsipers through the wall, a keen eye could almost hear shushing!

"Wait, you guys hear something?"

BOOM (Crumbles)

"Open your ears, \*name\*, you might!"

He veers off course.

"No, I mean like something-- something"

"Where are you going?"

"Cover me."

"Hey jackass, you're playing a team sport."

Through curtains:

"I know. I know, I just--"

"There's nothing here, just an Arabi household, keeping curtains in--"

HAND ON GRATE. His head cocks.

Rug:"Hold that position, I'll update you." Rugera moves back. "Of course we're hit with a CSL in the middle of a tank battle." She turns to Dot. "Dot! Get me our hellhound sergeant send 'im in to the Strike team." "Scar?" "Yes. [to Threezy] Triples, minimize damage to structures, we've got a sensitive op incoming."

"Thoroughly occupied anyway, ma'am."

"Give 'em hell." Dot raises a mic to Rugera. "Scar, I need you at strike's position. CSL protocol."

"Copy."

"But keep your APC roving, I don't need all my eggs in one basket."

"Copy."

"Warbler, cover Slyph Team once he's out."

[to Dot] "And you, augrs for anymore, we'll keep Slyph and Rearguard on standby."

Dot nods. She opens comms.

"You all got missions people, lets move!"

KAAOW! A shot glances off the Canis tank's armor as its PDC lays down a barrage. The Turret turns toward the fire and puts one down range. Just the wrong angle: BLUUNK! The round cracks the light tank's armor severely but ultimately bounces off, instead the underskin bleeds, and a horrific blast occurs a few dozen meters skyward. Dripping a trail along the grass, the hellspawn light tank fires [PHFOOM PFOOHM] from its cannon.

BLINK BLUNK. A graze and a ricochet, the rounds leave a corrosive residue, though.

"Threezy Two, you've got a tag, front tooth."

t3: Bam!

"Thanks."

T-2 douses itself with a soft spurt of nuetralizer foam. and fires another shell.

BUM, a crater BAM! A hit, the light tank explodes, its chemical rounds eat into the soil.

A second to see it truly eating away at stone and rock like its nothing.

THRUM A big tank floats over it.

BAALLUUNG! -- A mortar like shot rings out.

T2 and T3 roll forward, T3's AI commander overrides control and blinks red light to brake. Too-late, FLUNGGG! a tank sized blob of chemical erases half of T3's hull in an instant and sludge sprays in all directions from the impact.

"Three!"

Globs eat into T-4's hull as it veers away from the impact zone. "Relaying Target."

Triples "Thanks, This is Threezy Actual to Threezy squadron, I need indirect hunter fire on that mortar tank." A sabertooth single volley erases a light tank and skewers another with micro-missiles.

"Say less. Threezy two, peeling off!"

"Four in support."

"Six joining."

As the tanks pull into the field, the others continue.

"Everyone else, lets encircle this town, cover that infantry op."

Footsteps go. A thin haze in the visage of SCAR runs between slivers of cover. He sniffs before every pickup. Distant gunfire eggs him closer.

SHOCK/STRIKE: The team shoots at the hellspawn forces in adjacent buildings. Even Sparkle has a rifle. Rally receives an encripted comm click. He takes it. nods. "COVERING FIRE!" The riflemen increase their rate. BLAM BLAM BOOM! BANG! Aliens falling like clockwork.

Scar scurries into the building, He decloaks and scampers his way to the barrel of a gun. He backs up, immediately startled.

"Oh shit, you're Scars, huh?"

\*\*waves him over.

"You need a collar man, almost blew your head off."

"Not particularly fond of the devices. Where are they?"

SMASH CUT: BARKING AND KNAWING SASQUATCHES.

Scars turns to the human's rattled face and steels himself with a sigh.

scar: "[You okay?]"

"What?"

"I'm talking." (points to Sasquatches)

The barks, desparate as ever continue:

"[We've been caged (CAGED US YES!) for the past week, (WEEK!) said Solites were too close to be doing field work.(NO WORKING!)]"

"[You're slaves?]"

"[Yes. (YES! YES!) Please.]" GRAB, soldier stands up, gun raised. Scars stops him. "[Please (HELP HELP! HELP US)help us.]"

"[We're the Liberation Army, my friend. It's what we do]"

Scars holds the sasquatches hand firm as their claws scrape away at his forearm.

"Cut the chain."

Scars withdraws his hand.

"He just pounced you!"

"Cut the chain. Corporal. These aren't monsters. Look: They're slaves."

The heavy tank suffers multiple wounds and can't target all three, get surrounded and the combined fire prevents it from having full elasticity and it finally buckles.

The APC rolls up and in a following shot, we have Frowns leading a Slyph team to free more Sasquatches.

Cut to: SHOCK/STRIKE. Scars has a comm to his ear relaying sasquatch pinpoints to the coordination structure.

"[Here. Here. Here.]"

"...Here. ...Here. ...Here."

"[How many more of these are there?]"

"[There were a lot of workers helping on the decimator array]"

"On the what?"

Hellspawn skulk around a device as netherwind escapes the area. Whirring and spinning, turning something on. an engineer looks to a gargoyle commander hesitantly, the gargoyle slaps them and urges the machine be turned on. Electricity crackles.

Like a confetti popper, discs fly out of the withering netherwind trailed by unnaturally think tendrils of lightning. One tendril passes over the kite and it explodes from the energy. the command truck and an APC (rearguard) travel together as a disc splits them. The command truck's back fries and the APC passes through, its engines and systems exploding from the force, but its faraday cage keeps the hull intact.

INT: REARGUARD APC the RG team comes to a sparky halt.

"Threezy all, we've got a decimator! Forwarding coords no---------"

"You recieve it?"

"Yes."

"Punch it and relay it, let's go let's--"

CRAH! A disk slices across the tank's top hull auto triggering several of its counter-measure panels and decapitating its barrel prongs.

Triples SMASHES into the console, He lifts up, bloodied and bruised. "We good?"

"No."

"We dead?"

He checks the comms console. No dice.

"Just disabled thank Jove."

"Guess he doesn't like his bolts being used by anyone else, strip your metal, we gotta hoof that intel to a working comm."

Scars looks up from the comm. Rally looks somber. "They're out?" -- "They're out."

A disc lands nearby, electrifying the area.

"No way we're going through air. Ask them if there's anything subterranean."

"[Tunnels? Are there tunnels to the decimator?]"

"[Not here.]"

"[Show us.]"

Cut. the sasquatch threads through the cowering crowd and rally goes "Sparkle, form up, need your sword." The sasquatch burst through the backyard, tosses some toys and shows a burrow hole.

"[here. Our path to work.]"

"If this has spiders in it, I'm mutinying. Sergeant."

"Get in the hole."

They take the tunnels down until they get to the controls for the decimator. The guys in the decimator throttle it, showing how unstable it is as the fuses break. The gargoyle screams at them.

Scars whispers in coded comms: "Gargoyle."

Spar:"Whipping 'em like slaves, too."

tall: "They are. How are we assaulting this, Scars?"

Scar thinks back to his first mission of the counter attack. He nabs Sparkle's det charge.

"We're not."

"Wha--?"

"Make a hole."

Scars FLINGS the det charge and it sticks to the power supply. Sparks fly around it.

"A hole, burgundy, now!"

Sparkle "L" cuts the shaft and PUNCHES an indent in the thin metal duct.

The gargoyle turns to the noise, raises the guards to attention.

Sparkle completes a "n"

A Spark flies in front of the Gargoyle, taking its attention.

THE BOMB -- then it reflected in the gargoyle's monolens. It grimaces and disappointedly groans.

BOOM!

Triples and his tank crewman watch as the tendrils of the lightning evaporate and the explosion disperses the remaining netherwind. He points a light tank in the explosions direction, flashing his datachip. The infiltrators land on a grate as the comms free back up.

"This is Slyph Two, Slyph actual do you copy?"

"What is it, Tiger?"

"Just wondering where you are?"

ON TIGER'S LOCATION

"We saw and ran to the lightning bolt on your position, but looks like Arties pounded it enough to break the spell. I don't see you in the evac crew though. You okay?"

"Arties didn't break the spell, we did!"

"I'm not saying you're a liar sir, but we just got artie danger close warnings uploaded to our tac-pads."

"What did he say?"

"He said--"

Triples: "FALLING SKIES!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Now surrounded, the tower takes fire from all ordinance. Straglers try to flee, unable to be targetted by some guns, (light tanks) but are prime pickings for arties.

BLACK

Jasper: Rugera, your ration request just quadrupled, warm blankets, a Sun Bear linebreaker? What are you running out there, a spa?

Rugera: A rescue op. Sol's got 126 new souls.

Jasper: \*Sigh\* Understood. Just know you're running us mighty thin with how far you're pushing.

Rugera: "Maybe tell the reast of the teams to Keep up!"

END