Previously:
>>44557136You are Ricky Montana, Sergeant in the UNSC Army, 13.11.2552, currently assigned to 13th AD, 45th Bat, as a Tanker.
And you're cruising along in 66 tons of fire and steel across the Tsavo plains towards Voi. There aren't many who can boast that they were the spearhead for such an awe inspiring thrust.
You've been on the road for 2 hours now and the sun has begin beating down relentlessly, if you were anywhere else, you'd have covered the 100km in an hour, but the rest of the Division is being held back by the Elephants. Typically they'd have their own guard, but this time they're traveling with the pack.
"Jeff, look Elephants, check it out," Ryan crackles over Platoon comms.
"Awww look there's a baby one there," Kelly says a couple seconds later, her voice purring over the radio, "cuuuuuute."
"This is a pretty great place," Ryan replies, "I can see why the Covenant wanted to land here. Sunny skies, cute animals, beautiful scenery. Too bad this is our rock."
It's good that they're talking, keeps all of them awake. "Keep a look out for Cloakers as well, don't rely on the motion tracker to tell you everything."
A bleep sounds from your Force Tracker.
Two contacts. Altitude 3km. Distance 33km. Bearing North.
You can't be sure that you've been detected yet, especially with the overhead clutter. You might be able to halt temporarily and move off the road, lowering your chance of detection. Or have the Battalion Wolverines bring them down, at least then your detection might be put off for a couple more hours.
You toggle your mic and prepare to give the order,
