The shriek of superheated tibanna whizzed past the advancing stormtroopers who carved out their beachhead on the opposing bank of Cinnegar with raking scythes of blaster fire and carefully placed anti-tank missiles unto the opposing armor. These tight streets and high reaching sky scrapers were hardly the ideal position to hold such an arena of mechanized might. The Alliance foothold hardly seemed to be uprooting itself from its position as the Imperials carved out their breach into the opposing lines.
<"Raider-fires reports BDA on target 'red', rounds on target. Shields still up, insufficient effects, requesting repea-".>\
<"Give it to them. Repeat target 'red' and then move the guns."> He barked out in command, the HARP batteries staying in place before firing off another high powered mission to engage the overhead armor of the Sphinx.
<"Repeat target red, guns will be down for one-eight-zero seconds following rounds complete."> The junior captain said in iteration to Kroeger's request.
<"Immediate suppression reports good effects."> Hojkstra's mission, Kroeger thought. He nodded in reply, swinging his carbine from where it hung low near his abdomen back by his hip. Hardly a consolation to the Imperials as they pushed through the breach, dismounting stormtroopers to take the surrounding buildings, clearing them and taking up support by fire positions for the Cataphracts and Barrens which crawled slowly through the tight corridors of Cinnegar's streets toward the planetary shield, seperate teams of Stormtroopers bounding alongside them to ward off Alliance Marines from bogging down their armor.
A shot rattled the earth near Kroeger's repulsor tank. He grit his teeth with aggravation, slamming a gloved fist into the wall, his voice muffled by the commlink of the stormtrooper commander helmet. He then stepped out of the back of his Barran class, his feet pacing down the ramp as it lowered into the battered earth beneath. As he did, a stormtrooper with a tall, high reaching antenna and comms pack on his back scrambled toward Kroeger. A hail of blaster bolts whizzed just above the hull of the Barran, the turret turning with a slow, metallic hiss before ripping a volley of high powered tibanna in swift retaliation, the coaxial heavy repeater ripping a long burst that chained into the building with a loud, echoey thud of impact against steel durasteel as dust puffed up around the origin point of the opposing fire, another Alliance position gunned down.
Not a few seconds later, that same tower was struck by an Imperial dropship in its death spiral, sending a hail of jagged metal debris unto the troopers down below with the blast.
With phase two-aurek kicking off, it meant Dreadnought, the armored unit originally in support of Iron Will, would push across the wet gap to create a second breach, pushing through the Alliance defenses in the hopes of linking up at a designated rally point deeper into Cinnegar to encircle and kill a large swathe of Alliance trapped within. Using the buildings, alley ways and defensive positions as cover, heavy Imperial walkers and armor continued providing fire support, punching back against the Hellstompers with every pass.
Under the cover, a similar movement jetted across the waterway to join Kroeger and 'Iron Will' on the other side. They had to cut and slice their way out of this trap.
The comms trooper knelt down by Kroeger before he passed on his message the old fashion way.
<"Sir! Dreadnought is passing over the wet gap now to bolster the breach! ISR is reporting that Alliance is putting 'Herd at the top of their HPTL."> The heavy walkers and armor meant to be the fixing piece of the Empire's breach were taking a bulk of the punishment. Kroeger grit his teeth instinctively beneath his helmet, pressing the push-to-talk to his internal comm-link.
<"I need our air clear, if it has barrels up to the sky, it's going first! Make sure the whole damned Legion is aware!"> He barked out at his RTO before he raised his own commlink up to send a message, to Jon's element. Whether it reached the man himself or
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, he hardly cared. He read the callsign identifier, 'Kane' with a narrow of his eyes before he pressed the push-to-talk.
<"Kane this is Demon-Actual. Report present tasking and location...and get Jon a damn commlink!"> He barked out, clearly frustrated but not at her, more so at the situation.
He then tapped into the internal comms, only his direct command elements would hear him and thus, he eased back on official comms ettiquette.
<"As soon as 'red' is done get Hammer on station to execute! I want that walker dead!"> He all but yelled, his voice straining the use of his partly cybernetic lungs.
Praig was silent for a moment, sending the message onward before a different slew of static filled his comms.
<"Demon this is Hammer, two-by-bruisers Hammer 11 and Hammer 12, full payload, PRF code 1-1-3-3, abort is in the clear, how copy?"> With that, Kroeger's eyes darted for the nearest building and he began to ascend, clammoring up a stair case unto the second floor for a moment before he punched the elevator, his RTO at his side.
<"Good copy...abort in the clear."> He said, watching the floor counter tick up before soon enough they were at the roof top, the silence of the isolated elevator immediately replaced with the loud clammor of blaster fire and distant explosions as he rushed to the edge of the rooftop, crouching down before peering up and over, snatching his macro binocs from his belt he slewed in the direction of the Sphinx walker marked 'red'.
<"Hammer this is Demon...you have heavy SAM threats, MANPADs, small arms and armored vehicles in the area, how copy?"> He iterated to the pilot to affirm the risk.
<"Copy all, AO is hot...the Empire won't wait."> The pilot said, the shriek of the twin ion engines evident in the background in his pause between words. Kroeger cracked a grin at the response, nodding to this sobering reality.
<"Target brief is ready when you are..."> He said, zooming his macrobinocs in on the Sphinx.
<"Send it, Demon.">
<"Line four...one thousand feet, one super heavy walker, fox-besh nine-two-six-four, four-nine-seven-one, no mark, nearest friendlies north west three hundred, final attack heading- north west to south east."> Hammer said it all back in affirmation.
<"Slew to six, you should see it standing high and proud..."> He said, correlating the target's location as the Bruisers continued their slow approach from friendly air.
<"Contact on super heavy walker, Sphinx class in dense urban area.">
<"Tally. Drop the hammer."> Kroeger said in affirmation, that was their target.
<"Tally. Starting our attack run..."> The Bruiser pilot said before soon enough , with a shriek of their twin ion engines, the Bruisers appeared in the battle space, immediately eating up punishment from Alliance fire before they slammed down their ordinance.
<"On the way!"> The TIE pilot barked out before soon enough its bomb bay doors open to a surge of concussion bombs, disruptor torpedoes and blaster fire before they swung away, already alight from the surface-to-air punishment of the Alliance forces. Kroeger dug his teeth inside his cheek in anticipation for the battle damage assessment of the attack.
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before. The first attack had long been taken. 
