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I wake up an hear a change in tense from the guards. Their radios blare nonstop chatter. I can here some running about, and a lot of yelling coming from the ship's halls.

I lean over and shake Bell.

"Hey, wake up, something's happening,"



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Since nobody is actually rping except hurricane and operator, I'm gonna timeskip to the next mission. First three people who post get to go on it, operator and hurricane excluded because they're currently captured.

Your squadron commander gathers three of you in the briefing room.
"Some of the supply convoys headed to this base haven't been reaching their destination, and we aren't entirely sure why. Mercana has tried giving them an armed escort, but they still end up wiped out. Now, the Huit lines haven't pushed northward this far, but we're fairly sure they've deployed some raiding parties along our supply lines. We've got another convoy scheduled to arrive today, and we need you all to make sure it does. We don't know if these raiders are aerial or ground-based in nature, so I honestly can't tell you what you should be bringing."

MEANWHILE, ON THE OCTARIUS

"Hey, wake up, something's happening,"
The guards in your section get up and leave the area, and everything is mostly quiet. Suddenly, a squad of Mercanan marines kick open the door and check that the area is clear of enemies. Satisfied with the condition of the room, the fireteam leader gets on the radio.
: Sir, the brig is clear, but there's a pair of Aesthian pilots in here. I'm assuming we're taking them, too, so get the warden back in here. Have him unlock their cell.

Another marine enters the room, escorting the Zentragoth with the keys to your cell. He undoes the lock and opens the cell door.




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"I wonder if this is what I saw on patrol. I'm almost hoping it isn't, but at least I'll be familiar with it."

The Marines question me while Bell is treated by Mercanan medics. I am briefly questioned over my nationality, allegiances, et ceterea, as the Mercanans obviously don't know me and can't testify. This only lasts about twenty minutes however, because HQ at McNamara is quick to confirm my identity. Within an hour, Bell and I are shuffled into a tilt-rotor. We leave at almost sunset. I listen to the quiet whirl of the rotors, and periodic chatter in the roosterpit. It's peaceful in a way. I'm extremely thankful that the war isn't over for me.

Everyone gets up in the air. Since the objective is close by, there's no AWACS involved here. Your orders and directions will be coming from the control tower. They give you the order to move to the convoy's location, about fifteen miles away.

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I adjust heading and turn my aircraft towards the convoy, scanning the horizon for any threats.

After a (relatively) short flight, you see the convoy entering visual range. Looks like around seven transport trucks and a handful of utility vehicles, escorted by two helicopters and a light tank.

: There's our escort. Keep your eyes on the dunes, watch for any movement. If something moves, I want it shot.

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