(Girls frontline) I will always be at your side Commander! Monthlyish updates.

Retirement.

¨Damn it, you raise sector 7 Command or I'll raise hell."

¨Y-Yes Commander, we'll try again.¨

¨Ah I'm sorry K31, just tell the Hoc teams to try calling again.¨

¨We'll do our best Commander- *zwiipp* (Look I can't make the sound a Vespid laser rifle does when it strikes imitation skin and reinforced alloy components alright?)

¨SHIT, M14 Grab her and relay our information and coordinates to S7 Command.¨

14: ¨On it Commander!¨

Krieger stops to wipe the machine oil from his face, feeling the cool fluid smear and sting his cheek, he sighs and squeezes the grip of his rifle, they're down 4 dolls now and there's word that two ringleaders were up further. The replacement for sector 7 was nowhere near with his echelons, Krieger needed to fall back, but he couldn't relay the request because something was fucking with the damn transmission. It didn't help that he was understrength with AK-12s team lent to the replacement.

¨Commander, we need to fall back, the position will become too costly to hold.¨

K:¨I understand better than anyone back at Command, but we can't raise them for Christs sake!¨

¨We can attempt communication once we have cleared the area.¨

K:¨We can fight rearguard but Sector 7 might not mobilize quick enough.¨

¨ Then that is their fault for not being prepared.¨

K: ¨Damnit M4 I can't condemn any dolls to their deaths!¨

¨They can b-

K:¨The line will hold until we get the word out.¨

14: ¨Sector 8 Command has dispatched transports and alerted Sector 7 Command.¨

K: ¨Why did we have to play the world's shittiest game of telephone. Begin rearguard action with the team's M4. M14, get the HOCs on their transports and firing on the move, I want to hear engines in 2 minutes.¨

¨Understood.¨

He sighs and cusses himself, for lashing out, before finally standing back up, and begins moving between the echelons, relaying information as the occasional artillery shell lands, throwing up dirt and vegetation. He finishes by setting into a jogging pace, moving with echelon 1, turning, and firing at the advancing S.F. After a mile and then some jogged, the teams arrive at the designated point, Krieger looks through the dust and sunlight before cursing under his breath.

K: ¨Get the injured on first! Echelon 4 will escort HOC teams back to the nearest outpost for pickup. M4 Your team is with me.¨

M4:¨We can make it to the nearest outpost on foot Commander, there's still space on one of the helicopters.¨

K: ¨Figured out what's wrong too? You're stuck with me till we get back.¨

STAR: ¨Can we tie him to the seat? DSR could hold him.¨

K: ¨No time for jokes, we'll move to pull away the pursuing force, they'll be within shelling range soon enough.¨

The Commander cuts off any further argument by waving off the transport pilots, who return a salute and bring their metal birds aloft and pointed towards home.

M16: ¨Great, babysitting duty.¨

K: ¨One more joke and I'll limit your liquor allowance. Let's go.¨

Heres the part one of probably a 3 parter, thinking about going for trauma. Finished 09/21/2022. Once again, feel free to leave suggestions, ideas, and feedback. (Looking at these, I kinda feel bad for making each so damn short.