White: Queen's Bishop c1 > f4

This was giving Waypoint a real, real scared feeling. Normally for a sweeping operation the Command Element wouldn't have bothered to deploy the air cavalry. Waypoint's 'squad' of three close range support gunships went on repulsor antigrav fields, usign the ground to 'bounce' themselves upwards. Highly maneuverable and fast, the gunships were festooned with heavy, and highly accurate weaponry to support ground forces.

Waypoint was the 'element leader' of the trio of gunships. Her helmet painted with two vertical red and purple stripes, she would call out around the comm A cheer would go along the comms. The speech was meant to rev up her team and make them feel good.

Waypoint didn't feel good, though. A squad missing, and what had been just an exercise to get the edges off everyone's agitation was turning into what would be a messy fight. Waypoint had thanked the goddesses she'd never had to be at close range on the ground when dealing with the Aliens. Just flying in for rapid deployment and drop attacks had been terrifying enough.

She'd call to Dollie, who handled the sensors and ECM on the electronics seat. "Keep scanning, full spectrum. I know we can never figure out how to lock onto these things but maybe something will stand out. Keep yourselves tethered to command or the boss lady will tan our asses and skin 'em for a throw rug ladies!"

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