"Supply hog iminant! Prep reception!" She called out. She checked her squad again, and their vitals and ammo were good. They ended up using the partially used LMG mag to feed ammo to the rest of the squad, giving an extra full mag to everyone, and two for the marksman.
They now sat on their better prepared perimeter, with Corporal Gerith and 6th squads contemporary. She could hear the sound of a hog in the distance, getting closer, when it finally came on them.
She didn't see what was loaded in the hog, but could guess it was food and ammo, maybe meds. It was a routine drop off until she got a ping from one of her squad.
She checked it, just as the call of "CONTACT!" rang out. Through her HUD, she saw the form of a jackle with a rifle aiming at them from a side street.
She sent the target to the machine gun and marksman, before giving commands. "CONTACT RIGHT 60 METERS, GET DOWN! TAKE IT OUT!" She roared.
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The squad was ducking for cover as a fast bolt of green something zipped over a troopers head, nailing the warthog in the side. Everyone was diving, her included, when the telltale shots of a DMR went off.
"GOT IT! ITS DOW- SHIT COVER COVER!" Her marksman screamed, panic in his voice. She hunkered down further behind the cover she found when a loud BOOM sounded. She checked her troopers, and all were alive.
"ROCKET ROCKET ROCKET! 90 METERS LEFT!"
"GET THE MACHINE GUN UP! FUCKIN KILL IT!" She roared. "COVERING FIRE!" She called, and stood up with her pistol. She put three shots down range before ducking as another rocket flew at them. "ANOTHER INBOUND!"
6th squad was out of the rockets blast and began to open up. Their cover allowed her squad to begin returning fire properly. Their marksman, now returned to cover after dodging a green missile, began placing targeted shots down range. It was then that she wished for more then a shotgun and pistol.
The hogs engine revved up, before taking off out of the area. She didn't blame it, it was an easy target for a missile launcher.
"HOLD FIRE!" She called, and checked her squad over. Good vitals, no casualty yet. She got on her radio.
"Platoon, be advised, snipers on front with rockets. Repeat, manpats with snipers. They have been repelled, over."
"Confirmed 5th squad. Be advised, Ground Com expects more of it. Skirmishes reported across the line. Over."
"Confirmed, over and out." She clicked off, and got on squad comms again. "This ain't the last of em, keep on it. Demetri, get on with assisting with the supply drop, and get me a rifle while your at it. Fuckin army, issuing me a fucking shotgun."
"Ay sarge."
