"It is too large and falling to fast. I doubt it will do much more damage than was done in any single volley that hit the town last night." Obidiah says in a dull emotionless tone.

Van is up like a shot. "Juggernauts, with me. Let's hit it from one side as hard as we can and make sure it lands on its roof. We want to decrease the chances of survival for its passengers."

Van takes to his turbo-board, activates a few protective measures, and then leads the Juggernauts in an assault from the bottom. He'll fire at it a number of times on its way down concentrating especially on the cockpit, but as it approaches the ground he and the Juggernauts will try and flip the bitch by leaning hard into it from one side, unless it already looks like its going to land upside down.
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Van and the 3 juggernauts from 1st platoon take to the skies to engage the transport as it freefalls, meeting up with Calliandra in the air, and then joined by the juggernauts from 2nd platoon. They relentlessly assault the craft, while Van tries to move in close.

The transport door opens under the craft and dozens upon dozens of SAMAS armours pour out into the sky above Van and his squad. Swarms of the varied SAMAS models burst from the falling transport like hornets from a disturbed nest and immediately attack the small Tolkeen air force. They spread out above the town in squadrons of 8-12 and open fire on available targets in Madtown. At least a hundred made it out before the transport crashes upside down on the damaged radar/clock tower.

Shira's face is overcome with insane rage, as he cries out "Destroy them all! Stay moving and you'll survive. I want every one of those insects in the dirt! Every motherfucking last one!"

He begins casting a spell...

The tall Daemonix are soon spotted, and a squadron of eight make their way for first platoon, spraying both demons with grenades and rail gun rounds. They are both blown off their feet, and consumed in the explosions.

The rest of First Platoon and the Salvation militia open fire as soon as they can spot targets. Making all of them targets as well. Carver is spotted first, as are most of the milita present. They are likeweise sprayed with grenades and rail gun fire.

"Look, Xion," Vashti said as he sheathed two of his swords and pulled out a pair of obvious technowizard pistols, "They've brought their toys to play with us."  As he spoke he took aim with both pistols at the squad of oncoming SAMAS troopers and pulled the triggers, his arms moving quickly from one suit to the next.  Though no beam traveled towards the enemy power armor, still an odd flickering field seemed to move through the CS squad in time with Vashti's pistols.

"Get down here you great craven bastards!" Vashti shouted as he stood on the edge of a trench and fired.

"They'll be down shortly spider man!" Carver calls out after using up the last of his missiles. His partner, Archangel is close by his side, assisting in shooting down missiles as they target Carver in his Glitter Boy Killer.

Xion has an odd grin on his face as he stands a bit away from Vashti, "Just like old times huh friend?"

Tyirrak hefted a CTT-P40, and carefully blasted away at heavy SAMAS that came within range. He deftly used cover, leaping between taking snapshots and ducking behind masonry and other soft cover to leaps and bounds between the buildings and rubble.

Tyirrak keyed his radio in the midst of the battle, the throbbing sense of psychic energy being amongst the most powerful he had ever felt.

"Major, I sense what he is sensing. There is a very strong psychic signal coming from the downed transport. Very very strong. A single entity with about the relative strength of a hundred psychics."

"I'm getting the sense that it wants our help. Request permission to investigate."

"Roger." Tyirrak keyed his radio and then glanced over to see who was still with him."

A burst of telepathic messages served his needs in alerting those who needed to be alerted to his next actions.

Xion slings his rifle back over his shoulder, and draws his paired ion pistols, "Let's do this then."

Vashti thumped Thasha on the back and grinned at the youngster.  "Well, that's my number.  Good luck, kid."

Turning back to Tyirrak and Xion, Vashti signaled his readiness.  "Once more unto the breach, eh friends?"

Tyirrak drew them under cover and then wove together a Mystic Portal spell intended to deposit them as close to the transport as possible. He had picked those he figured most suited to the close confines that they were likely to be faced with, the Jeridu and Elf both battle-trained close-combatants.

He stepped through it and held the spell until the other two were behind him. Swiftly using cover, he held his fire, and sent a telepathic message to make sure the other two did the same. He didn't want to attract any more attention than necessary.

Xion crouched, and moved as silently as possible on the battle field. Eyes scanning constantly, watching his own as well as Tyirrak and Vashti's backs, Ion pistols out and ready.

Vashti holstered his pistols as he stepped through the portal and re-drew one sword.  His remaining free hand hovered hear the grenades attached to his web vest.  Once through the portal, the jerridu looked quickly around the new location.

"Good luck Tyirrak. The rest of you hold positions and drop these damn SAMAS."

As the smoke and flames clear from around the daemonix, it is revealed both of them are spilling their guts into the streets, and are half cooked.

"I had nothing else planned Captain, they will be eating dirt shortly sir."

Tyirrak, Xion and Vashti appear inside the parking structure across from the crashed transport. Jelme, and the other members of fifth platoon can be seen exchanging gunfire on the east side of the crash. The transport is laying on its' roof, facing to the north. The bay door is open to the rear, and appears to be the only way inside the Death's Head.

Obidiah does much the same as he did throughout the evening. He creates one of the large wind cushions up in the air, this one at a slight angle so it almost touches the ground on one end to prevent low flying SAMAS from shooting or manuevering underneath. Having provided good cover for the guys in the trenches nearest him Obidiah walks over to the edge of the barrier leans out and casts some powerful Windblast spells targeting the flying power armors.

Vashti moved slowly, for him, towards the fallen transport, following the Lanotaur's lead for the moment.

Xion flanked the lanotaur and his 6 armed friend, pistols ever ready.

"Quietly." the Lanotaur said only before he picked his way across the rubble, moving behind cover and shadow as quickly as he could.

Tyirrak, Vashti and Xion approach the rear of the transport.  (south east of the park area on the map, where the clock tower was) The CS has set up a perimeter and is moving frantically to dig in, with fortified cover, and stationary weapons. Squads of strange looking SAMAS suits, and massive cyborgs split off and head in all directions into the town.

At least a dozen similarily described troops defend the rear of the transport.

Obidiah and the rest of 1st platoon opens fire on teh flying SAMs from the cover of the golems' wind-barrier. The squadron of eight is designated with gold trimming. They carpet the militia and 'wind barrier' with grenades and rail gun rounds, before all eight are shot down as they pass. Six of them survive the descent, and would likely remain alive where they landed, the remaining two light SAMs were blown to pieces above First Platoon.
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Tyirrak held up a clenched fist, the traditional Special Forces handsign for 'HOLD'.

He gazed at the transport dispassionately for a few moments with his fist upraised still. Then he turned and cast another mystic portal.