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>SABEL: "Marm, at the designated operation time we engaged the gun position. We took out a number of defenders, but things got too hot and they landed a hit on Saber 3. We retreated to a nearby city, pursued by three Feathers--"
>LTC CRESPO: "They've got Feathers, now? God!"
>SABEL: "We ambushed them and managed to kill one, forcing them to retreat. That exchange is when my tank got damaged."
>SABEL: "Their lead tank possessed some technology we'd never seen before, marm. A turret with a range and power unseen from a Feather. That's what punched through our battery so badly. We considered pursuing and doing more damage to the hill, and maybe we could've killed one of the Lances. But with two tanks hurt, that would certainly have ended in casualties."
>LTC CRESPO: "Ugh..."
>LTC CRESPO: "Which one of you killed that Feather?"
>COLTELLO: "Me and my team did marm, in Saber 4."
>LTC CRESPO: "Any damage to your vehicle?"
>COLTELLO: "No, marm."
>LTC CRESPO: "Of course it's the one not even from the battalion.... Have you or your men been knighted before, sergeant?"
>COLTELLO: "No, marm. My old tank and crew earned their ace badges, but the title doesn't transfer over."
>LTC CRESPO: "God, I'll never hear the end of this, but you're our ace now. Have the engineers put the Knights' Cross and the Ace Shield on your battery. If you live through the week we'll do the official ceremony."
>COLTELLO: "...Yes, marm."
>LTC CRESPO: "And what the hell am I supposed to do with the rest of you?!"
>LTC CRESPO: "Do you realize how shit of a spot I'm in right now? We might be the last full brigade in the Armored Corps, and we barely live up to the damn name! We've got 3 fully operational Globes, 3 stolen Wasps that apparently aren't even ours, and two cannons on a good day!"
>SABEL: "Marm, the other two Globes can still--"
>LTC CRESPO: "The last orders I've gotten from the capital were to take that hill on Friday! We've still got five fucking days until we strike. And because you couldn't do anything to the actual artillery, we'll be taking shells that whole time! Now I have to organize people to fix the buildings that got their shit kicked in, I have to get people building trenches, I have to get on the radio and try to get through to the capital and tell them just how little fucking help our only team of Globes has turned out to be!
>SABEL: "Marm, we--"
>LTC CRESPO: "And then, in less than a week I have to throw 600-something men at a goddamned hill and pray half of them come out alive, because they'll be against three fully operational Lances, point blank."
[[>LTC CRESPO: "Christ, I should be on stress meds... Is there any other bad news I should be aware of, or can you leave me to deal with this shitshow?"]]
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