Re: C7 : (3rd Platoon)
In the absence of clear instructions from Xion, Braga seems to be the next best thing, and that leads to Womble, Matyss and Nebress being waved on over to head off in the general direction of the Bordello, the towering 'Borg, a pair of gargoyles and a tireless elemental construct of metal making for one hell of a field engineering unit.
"Is being my thinking that enemy is having bigger guns than we are having shovels... Simple hole in ground not so great a way to avoid being shot all full of holes, youbet." the Russian explains as he pulls out his portable computer and a small interface jack slides out of his wrist to start producing a display on the screen, "Also, town is being full of flimsy little buildings man could be putting his foot through - is not so good come firefight. So we are maybe looking at lots of little holes, some for little soldiers." - and his silver-clawed thumb jerks at the nearest human-scale infantry - "Some for big." - at that, he indicates Obidiah, the Gargoyles, himself - "And then we see how many we can link up by digging trench, fusing walls with plasma flash and filling back in... If we cut turf first, will be damn' hard to find - youbet. Idea is not to make hole to stay in all through fight, like deathtrap, but to make like old whackamole game, with guns - da?"
Which of course... is going to be a hell of a lot of work. Or it would be if half the company weren't one-man earth-moving tools...