Dogs o' War
The QG-20C1 Hunting Dog, “Barbra”, laid near motionless among the brush and trees of the mountainside, in ambush, ready to pounce. Steady… steady… watching the trailing tank enter sight. “Fire For Effect!” The control vehicle’s radio cracked to life with the order, the operator squeezed his thumb on the fire button, slinging a Palisade ATGM straight into the trailing tank, slamming into center mass under the turret. Punching straight through the ERA, and steel plate, spawl flying into the turret’s autoloader, cooking off the 130mm cannon rounds, sending the turret skyward. Swinging the QG-20C1 Blood Dog’s 20mms around, bringing the gun onto the IFV, squeezing the trigger, watching as 30mm cannon perforated the armor, the APHE ripping apart equipment and men, set the fuel, ammo, and ATGMs alight, detonating like a firecracker. Scanning for a new target, the next tan– Boom! The 127mm armed QG-20B next to it was struck , detonating. “All vehicles, advance forward, attack!” The operator of the QG-20C1 stomped onto the accelerator, sending the drone through the foliage and trees, and towards the stranded convoy, turning the turret onto the tank that took out the QG-20B, firing another Palisade ATGM, striking the MBT, tossing the turret into the air. The QG-20A to its right sped past, the 30mm and 43mm cannons firing upon the last APCs and utility trucks. “Last target down. Regroup!”
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Valley Sentry's Bow:
40 klicks to the Pulling up the nose of his Star Hunter, the SRAF squadron lead rose, climbing above the ridgeline, rest following suit. Reports from wounded the satellite data displayed a hole in the net, with a gap between the airbases a mountain river valley range spanned by a rail artery supplying dangerous ALCMs. 35 klicks. Rolling right, up over the crest of the mountain side, dropping into the river valley. 30 klicks, 5 to effective range. Sprinting across the water, his RWR goes off, AWACS. Too late. A pointless effort to detect them– the blair of RWR lock warnings fills his cockpit, MAWS following suit, shouts of panic scatter across the net, breaking the silence. There weren't any fighters in the area! Pulling hard up, banking & firing off chaff and flares attempting to evade the missile, less than 2 seconds later, a sudden boom shatters the front end of the plane, silencing the alarm, the rest of the fighters following suit. The panicked fighters dropped like flies, caught unaware, the entire squadron was lost.
On the opposing side, the AADC SE-18G Stormglass’s forward bay folded close, and banked away, the twin rotary bays of G-44Cs, of the 20 long ranged arrows of death, 4 remain in the quiver. With the Rockside air base nearly complete, this hole will soon be patched.