Amy spots two of the horses legs, but mostly just blood and small pieces of flesh. The saddle bags were blown apart as well, but there are food rations, a compass, 2 energy clips, and a radio scattered around the destroyed animal.

Still no sign of... anything since the horse.
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Amy takes a moment to look across the horizon wondering if someone fell off before looking back at the mess that was a horse.  She Picks up the radio and checks to see if it is capable of encrypted use, if not she'll leave it behind then return to the group.

There is no sign of any rider anywhere. The radio is a basic long-range radio, used by Wilderness Scouts all over. There doesn't appear to be any special featured of any kind, and is not capable of encrypted use on its' own.

Amy sets the radio back down offers a silent eulogy for the poor horse and then sprints back to the rest of her compaions watching the bolt hole.

Anyone with a radar picks up a group of a dozen aircraft suddenly spotted at 10 000 feet and just under 100 miles away coming straight for the group from the east at 500 mph.

"I've got incoming aircraft!" McCloud radios to his squad.  "Any chance they're friendlies?"

Amy swallows and sprints to her pelican activating its invisibility features before shifting its position just in case the incomming aircraft had spotted it before she was able to cloak.

Drano upon being told about the aircraft (his radar was off for the time being) drops his Chromium Guardsman into one of the fighting holes.

“Everyone take cover, Amy get up in the air and get a visual on the aircraft.”

McCloud does as ordered, plunking his own glitter boy down in the hole he just finished digging.  "And they made fun of me in Basic for always keeping my radar on..." he mutters to himself as he double-checks his systems and makes sure his boom gun is primed.

"Yes Sir" she replies over the radio and begins to guide her pelican on an intercept course shaping it on an eliptical path so she wont be in the way of any LOS weapons by accident in case the glitterboys decide to start shooting.  Flying closer to the contact she relies on passive detection gear as she tries to get close enough for visual identification.

PM

Amy waits a moment to be sure of what she can see before transmitting back to the rest of the squad hopefully across a scrambled channel.  "There are 12 samas armors closing in on the bolt hole location, repeat 12 samas power armors." before she quickly drops off the radio again watching to see if they've made note of either her transmission or location from it.

“Copy that Private, try to get behind them and when the shooting starts take a few out from behind.”  Drano quickly tried to determine how long until the Samas were in range of his boom gun. “Cannon Fodder once they’re in range of your missiles fire a few off, and draw them to us.”

"McCloud, Cormartin, get ready to engage at max range, remember to move after firing.”

"Is it safe to assume the lead suit is the leader of this group, I'd like to take him out first to help confuse them."

Cannon is eyeing the blips on his radar screen as they approach.

"Just shoot when your they're range."

"Uh, so, I probably shouldn't be knee-deep in a hole then, sir?" McCloud radios back to Drano, glancing down at the firing hole he's ensconced himself in.

"Use the holes as firing postions, it'll be harder for them to hit you."


OOC: Basiclly shoot a few rounds off and move to another hole as your 'dodge' then shoot again.

"Sir," McCloud acknowledges, turning to draw a bead on the approaching SAMAS squad.

The squadron of heavy SAMAS remain at their altitude of 20 000 feet, and out of weapons range. They simply pass overhead, without battle...

There is no doubt Tolkeen forces have now been spotted...
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As the SAMs pass by overhead, Comartin turns his head to Pierce, "Orders sir?"

"Hold fire, their out of range."

"if they have no interest in engaging us, I wonder what they are headed to do....Unless they are just going to wait for reinforcments and then attack to surround us."

Cannon Fodder strokes his large stoney chin.

"They are probably calling in for reinforcements... telling them exactly where we are..."

"Maybe it would be better for us to get into a more defensible position than standing around a big hole in the ground?" McCloud asks.  "Speaking of which, has anyone heard from the team that went down there recently?"

"We've all got the same radio frequency you do McCloud... I am sure they are fine..." Comartin sounds confident in his assessment of the underground team's well being.