USF Progenitor & Crew: Adventures in Cosmos 01

[#85] A Real War Game

"Sergeant Chris! I spotted some f$ckers over there on the Western side, that look like the Russians!" Cpl. Andy 'Rebel' Stalowitz claimed.
"The Russians? You're kidding," Sgt. Chris replied blankly, watching the battle unfold before his eyes, hearing mostly the explosions in the distance. Rockets and missiles were flying from one direction toward the other, and back again the other way. The lasers were so bright, they lit up the ground over which they traveled, revealing soldiers in trenches as well as soldiers in prone behind mounds and cover. Sgt. Chris got the lieutenant on comms again and gave his report, "Magi, there's no cover between our position and the combat zone, and we're still too far away to engage on your orders. Do you see what I'm talking about, sir?"

Lt. Magi returned, Oh yeah, I definitely see it all happening right there. We get any closer and they're gonna think we're there to back up those anti-air vehicles hauling a$$, going East. Hold up, Sergeant, Major is on. Conduct alertness, stay up, over.
The comms lit up again with various marines saying:
I got visuals over there, too, hovering about 850 meters from the ground.
They're gaining altitude, you see that?
Holy f$ck, that frigate just took a nose dive!
Sir, requesting further orders. Docky parked and we're waiting.
Can you guys stay off the comms with that sh$t? Over.
Sgt. Chris used his binocs again, lighting up the area with the night vision and seeing in the distance that the Indians and the Russians were both at a standstill, nobody pushing forward and nobody retreating. He looked up at the USF ships again, then quickly turned to the talking group of marines behind him and asked, "Hey, where did you see those Russian ships? USF is right up there about a half mile South of us, and what's going on West?"
"Think they'll offer a truce?" Asked PFC Bartholomew.
"They would've, if it weren't for that outpost getting lit the f$ck up! Look at how strong that f$cking place is!" Cpl. Tanner declared excitedly, using his binocs.
"Tanner, hold up, maintain discipline, man. The radio is going all f$ckery mode and I can't hear it with you guys chatting back there, keep it quiet," Sgt. Chris demanded firmly in a gentle tone.
"10-4, Sergeant, sorry. Guys, shut the f$ck up," Cpl. Tanner relayed.
The marines got quieter and focused on what they were seeing, spotting for anything more significant than the light show going on at the outpost.

Up above in the shuttle, Cpt. Bryant ordered, "Take us down low to those f$ckers who ditched. I'm getting really, really tired of that a$$hole."
The bewildered Lt. Skali 'Cooper' Magana informed, "Scans show, Captain-that their ship landed and they've opened their craft and left it."
"They left the ship? To f$cking do what?" Cpt. Bryant asked slowly and confusedly. He pointed his finger at the pilot and co-pilot then at the control panel and demanded, "F$cking take us down there, then. Order all our ships to fly in low. Those anti-air aren't hittin' sh$t." He asked up closer to the cockpit area and held onto the handles on both sides of the entrance. He then asked Cooper, "What kind of f$cking bullsh$t are they up to? Did anyone else board their vessel or are they just standing out there in the snow? Tell me what the f$ck is going on, lieutenant!"

The comms began to chirp from the cockpit again:
The RSF are sending more frigates from another outpost further Southwest making their way up to the outpost from the Western flank. They want this situation wrapped up.
Yeah, I read you loud and clear on that. Over.
We've got incoming Indian vessels, too, coming in from the Southeast. Over.
10-4, they're splitting and reinforcing at that... uhh...
Hold on, multiple visuals there, take us higher. Requesting plan of action, over.
Captain's orders, you guys sit tight.
That is a negative... wait for him, over. Captain got the uhh...