(Going to keep the RP flowing to some degree- Advanced, you can still post, I haven't RPed out how Bravo has acted or jumped too far forwards). 

"Negative, Alpha, hold your ground. You'll be walking into a sea of AAF north of the valley, we don't want to prologue anything. Excellent work out there- continue the patrol. I'll be holding a briefing in two hours, so RTB once you've scouted out the region. I know it's hard and we all want some sleep, but if the AAF missed a spot, we'll make them pay for it. Over." Huscarl said over the comms, looking over towards the newly-setup briefing area, and the tools that were all going up.
"Delta, this is Huscarl, what's your status?"
"We are en-route to Girna. No AAF so far, over." Athena replied, Arran inspecting the tactical map as he looked over at the situation so far, from last knowns and assumptions made of AAF forces distributed across the island. A distinct blue/green line enveloped from Nisi Bay to the valley surrounding Tempest, down past Girna and Camp Tempest and then across the southern chunk of the island. The former 1st and 2nd Platoon had been crossed off from what had happened, as Huscarl kept annotating, adding what he last knew of positions from the established network now set up.
"Affirmative. You know the drill out there. Huscarl out." He said, as he looked over towards Corporal Davis, her face asking already a few questions.
"So you're British Special Forces, or what? I mean, you spooks were something we'd heard of, but they never told us. Especially Pat there. So why'd you come back for us?" She asked, as she fiddled around with the radio, Huscarl chuckling as he adjusted his own helmet a little, looking over at her.
"The plain line is, NATO has no idea this is going on. And if any of us, me and your unit included are going to leave this rock, is by Mike-26, by getting communications online and forming some sort of link back to NATO MEDCOM. There's one more failsafe that will help us here, in particular." Huscarl said, as he walked past a partly disassembled Hunter that had been taken out of a container and was now being constructed again by a couple of soldiers from Charlie Squad, Davis following behind. The container was fairly large, but even the members of Charlie Squad looked like they were asking the same questions as they were searching for the rest of the parts for the Hunter, Huscarl aware he'd know they'd find it.
"Sir, respectfully, the fuck is that?" One of them said, as Huscarl laughed a little quietly, open
"Gents, that's a Stomper UGV, and as you can see...that's a 12.7mm Mk30 HMG, and a 40mm Mk32 GMG atop it. Needs some work, the feeds need to be sorted and encrypted, but this is good to go. Because this is the only real leverage we have right now, and if we want to turn the tables...well, "Black Betty" is your best bet."
"You named it?" Davis asked, Huscarl looking over at the six wheeled [url=http://armedassault.wikia.com/wiki/UGV_Stomper]UGV[/url], turning his head back to Davis.
"And you wouldn't? Anyway, I thought I should probably mention it as you two are a little rusty on Autonomous equipment. Get that Hunter, then this online. Sit rep looks good, if anything's to bear- we're all tired here, but we make it through tonight, we'll be able to get some sort of resistance going." Huscarl said, aware that it was crap that they had to stay up to probably past midnight. A few more camping mats and other equipment had propped up close to the wounded to perhaps get some members of Charlie some rest, and the camp itself felt eerie, just the fact that things were so rudimental wasn't great in Huscarl's eyes, but it was the only way.

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2230 Hours

The Marshall rumbled down the road, Bronco Squad aboard as they stormed past Agios Ionnanis, headed for Camp Maxwell.
"Lewis, check forward, spot infantry and armored contacts over FLIR. Bronco, we're en route to Maxwell, we're flanking it's right-hand side- seems like our lads spotted a motorized convoy headed south, and we're in a perfect position to provide fire support to stop any infantry raiding Maxwell. Wait on our go lads." Ian said, the Marshall's armored presence probably the last armored friendly vehicle on Stratis right now, and an asset that had to be stressed in it's importance.
"1 minute out." Ian added, as he opened the hatch, popping out as he looked out, the noise of motorized thunder as the wheels of fire rolled towards the objective, he saw the fighting already, distant tracers and gunfire audible. That was a good sign to get back down, as he pulled the hatch shut above him, and looking to Private Lewis, who sat by his left side on the autocannon and manned a similar computer interface as him, this being relating to the turret rather than the commander's camera, was visible. Ian looked ahead, as they passed the junction for Girna, and headed up the road, passing by Maxwell, as the IFV came in closer and close to it's drop point.
"Mitchell, stop the wheels- Bronco, disembark on your go! Maxwell, what's the status of contact?" Ian asked over the comms, as his response was quick. 
"Three Strider HMGs and a few dismounted infantry teams are moving from Mike-26, approximately two minutes out. Recommend you hold at your drop point, stick to non-AT firepower. Thanks for the assist, Thunder-2."
"Not a problem. Let's just get this shit done." Ian said, as the rear door was opened by Bronco, letting them disembark, as they got ready for contacts. Bronco could move forward and set up a forward position under the cover of the IFV, or hold back and lay down fire from the LMG and Marksman from afar to really hammer the point home- but either way to Ian, he knew there'd be contacts soon. Through the NVGs that all the soldiers wore, and in particular, the thermal imaging FLIR of Lewis's monitor, the darkness wasn't as dark as expected, due to the distant fires and moonlight, making some sort of normal visiblity able even without NVGs to a limited extent. Adjsting the gun, the first Strider opened up it's HMG at the Marshall as it drove over the ridge in the distance, Lewis not even asking, as all in the IFV knew what was going to happen. The 40mm rounds were downrange quickly, and punched into the Strider's armored skin, the MRAP being torn apart as the engine block went up, and the explosion forced the second Strider off, the road, as it tipped over from the secondary explosions of the fuel tank and ammunition, the third stopping dead as the IFV made short work of that too, the 40mm APDFS rounds penetrating the side as it tore the soldiers inside to pieces.
"Shit, that made some noise! Motorized Convoy is dead, fucking Greenback morons. Think we ain't got shit, they're being stretched and look at this....damn. Bronco, clean up the rest, we'll stay static and move up to you once all enemies are cleared from the field. Don't head over the ridge the Strider came from, or else we'll be looking down the sights of Mike-26, and if it's as bad as they say, we'll have problems." Ian added over the comms, as Lewis adjusted the gun, switching to the HMG, as he looked down range, the co-axial HMG opening up on the infantry that disembarked from the tipped Strider, moving back in futility as the FLIR picked them out among the short undergrowth and exposed terrain, shredding them up as the IFV continued to provide fire support.