Arknights: Starsfall I

Chapter 14

"Superiority"

December 8th, Earth time, 2055
October 9th, Local time, 1097
1st Battalion United Nations Special Expeditionary Force
Unknown grassland, presumably near Lungmen

Report came back in from last night. The squads consisting of 2 FV107s, the M3A3 Bradley, and the BTR-82A had engaged enemies, much more heavier this time. It's that magic bullshittery again, and they seemed to bring along a heavy piece of kit that was nasty to the BTR-82A. FV107 got hit with, what the crew reports and what they said it felt like, a 40mm HE grenade.

The bastard got turned to red mist when the 3 guns shot him and sent his squad mates running.

The highest ranking soldiers on the FOB responded to a call that they had to gather around in the CIC. With that, they began to drop what they were doing and heading to the CIC. They feared who called them up, maybe some sort of communicator or maybe somebody who wants to relay something. But, many, were either scared or somewhat calmed, excited even, at the next few words they heard.

"Hello you Muppets, time to show me how you all passed selection."

When Ramirez came out of the makeshift infirmary holding the kid, Foley was expecting him. Immediately that wasn't good as Ramirez winced, "Now Sarge..." Foley held up his hand, silencing whatever Ramirez had to say. Foley seemed to be thinking about something as he closes his eyes.

Ramirez held it as Foley let out a sigh, "Listen, Ramirez, command just told me that you're in charge of the kid." Ramirez let out the breath that he didn't know he was holding, but only to suck in more breath when Foley spoke again, "But you are gonna have to prove that you can take care of the kid. Go talk with some of the medics that the Ruskies brought, apparently some of them of mothers and fathers."

"Sarge," Ramirez began, he still was skeptical of the Russians, didn't really have good experience operating with them, "Are you sure it's a good idea for me to-" he tried to refute Foley, but he was interrupted.

"Ramirez, trust me, you are going to need it," Foley ordered, not advised, ordered as Ramirez just gave a sigh.

"Alright," he threw a hand up, "Wilco." Foley shook his head in approval, satisfied that Ramirez will take his "advise."

Clicking his tongue, Ramirez gave Foley a salute as he picked up the kid, "Come on buddy, we're going to talk with some... friends of ours." Talking softly to the kid, the little girl just held behind his leg as he starts walking over to the Russian end of the base. Foley just shook his head, a low laugh coming out of him as he turns around.

"Hope that kid can keep hearts and minds together."

"Right gentlemen, we got a read on the base that's harassing our ass," a commander in the CIC reports, turning on the screens in the makeshift room. All the captains came around and began to overlook on what the layout of the base is.

Looked like a standard military base with all of the stops. Barracks, warehouses, and a bunch of buildings for offices. A few water towers too.

According to the footage from the drone, that's where that mysterious, unique figure ran off to. And the few gentlemen representing the UNEF didn't want them to get away easily if they are associated with the masked bastards. ESPECIALLY if they have the capacity to cause harm to their operations.

So they began to plan.

"Alright gentlemen, here's what we are going to do, and I'm going to make it quick, "came the roughened, British voice of Captain Price, a leading member of Task Force 141 overlooking the screen and holding a sort of stylus. He drew a lasso around 3 Tracked IFV symbols and their crews, "We're going to have Overwatch via 3 Bradley's on the hill over here," drawing the position of said hill, which then translated into a waypoint for the Bradley's navigation systems, the operators of said Bradleys gave a salute and they ran out of the room.