Shona felt a building sense of nervous anticipation as the data continued to pour in. That sense spiked as the Colonel's unit engaged, and the drone feed showed the second enemy unit moving to support their comrades. They'd be on top of the main force if nothing was done.
"Recon, eyes on that unit. On my go, I want them taken out before they pass our position."
"Roger!" Shona replied, kicking her GEAR into motion, using the feeds and terrain maps to find herself a spot that would put her in optimal firing range when the unit came into view. Her Rapier knelt and shouldered its rifle, data from the weapon's almost disproportionately large optics filling her displays. Her fingers settled just above the firing studs on her stick, and she blinked sweat from her eye as she keyed the com. "Ready to fire!"