Black: Queen a2 X C2

Everything was going against them. Squads were being decimated, the perimeter was loose, and morale was breaking. Mutters were going amongst the Amazons at the thoughts of what was happening to their sisters, and what sort of things would be happening to the rest of the deployed forces. Discipline was holding for now, but at the messy rate casualties kept on coming, along with the occasional squeals and moans coming along commlinks from captives in bursts.. The deployed Amazons were not holding well.

Colonel 'Scarlett' had decided to go to a defensive posture. "All teams, disengage from the freighters. Repeat, pull back. Squads descent in echelons, leapfrog and cover one another. Fireteams, be ready to cover them when they come off and spread out so you have overlapping zones of fire. Sappers, seed the area around the ships.

She was gambling that the aliens would prioritize chasing after the brigade rather than trying to escape into the city, which was under lockdown and with more soldiers coming in to cover different venues. So if they could just keep the area sealed.. They mihgt block off the aliens from getting out long enough for reinforcements.

Squad JX-7 were called the 'Thermites'. Nominally used for close quarters, the team ordinarily would have flamers along with them which would have been -perfect- to use on the ships. But, those had been left behind thanks to this just being a purported 'training' operation early on. So, the women in the squad were hefting the bulky, standard issue pulseguns that the infantry were equipped with.

'Digi', the leader of one of the fireteams would call out, "All right girls, by the numbers." Digi being a tall woman, bulky even by Amazon standards that had to get specially made armor given the fact she was a good third of a meter taller and a couple dozen kilos more than even the 'big' girls in the brigade. So she positively dwarfed the rest of her squad. She didn't help matters by using one hand to lug around what was in her palms an undersized railgun that had a specially made grip for her. Her armor, thanks to her strength, was rather reinforced and she would tend to be the point-girl in missions. Not that she'd had the chance to do one of those in ages since this one.

"C'mon, lighten up some. You know we can't count that high." Attempting some humor, 'Brunnhilde', ironically a petite little mouse of a girl would sweep to the side. Her squadmate Freya would snip at her, "You can count? News to me." The ever-irritable redhead that seemed perpetually pissed at something or other. Siff, the fourth woman of the group would just glare at them, "Be quiet."

The other women would glance at her. Then she would go. "I can't hear anything." Digi would quickly do math.

"We should have at least background comm.. We're being jammed!" She would go to swing her heavy railgun to point it right down underneath the ground..

Right as the drilling team of skirmishers would split up through the air, literally leapfrogging from underneath the hole as railblasts would miss them! Siff would flip a grenade down the hole, it detonating but too late to catch the skirmishers.

The first skirmisher out would target Digi. The woman bigger than even it was. Her rail bursts firin gnito the hail of it's comrades. It's barbed tail would spike up. A quick slash around her armored midsection, splicing through her armored plates to have them dropping off to her unknowing. Digi would sneer, "Missed!" As she would go to stomp at the tail with a heavy boot - missing. It would occur to her just a litlte too late she was feeling cold right around her nethers..

Right as the barbed tail would thrust up again, going to spear up and over to her nethers with one powerful strike upwards! Going to grunt loudly, her legs spreading automatically at the sudden penetration of her, Digi would drop her weapon and let out a wail, arms darting between her legs.. Right before she would fall over like a tree that had just had the trunk sawed out from under it, falling over to the ground with a THUMP as that tail went to twist and torment her tight twat, drilling in and out as another one went to slam up to her rectum and brutally pump in as well.

As rapid fire bursts from the orbiting vtol craft went to detonate around them, the Skirmishers would grab the disabled women of the squad, rushing underground with them in tow, leaving weaposn and armor behind.

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