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Zoie HartAlmost immediately as the shuttle ramp set down and the interior of the ship was exposed to real atmosphere, Jericho's hardsuit helmet was under the crook of his arm, and in its place a fat cigar sat between his lips. There was the click of a steel lighter, followed by a puff and satisfied sigh as Jericho took stock of his surroundings. The sight left something to be desired. The settlement was little more than a husk of a town, and had little more than a set of walls and a broken down door to protect them from the coming storm.
At the very least the townsfolk looked happy to see them. Happiness did little to pay the bills though, and from the looks of things, Jericho doubted the town had anywhere near the amount of capital needed to afford them. Though Holly did say the terms were decent enough for them, and she hadn't gotten him killed yet. So, Jericho had no reason to distrust the situation- though to say the situation was dire was an understatement.
"Jesus Holly, you sure know how to pick 'em" Jericho commented sarcastically as he popped a squat on a nearby crate, smoke casually pouring from his mouth. "I don't think I've seen as sorry a sight as this since Halden- you remember Halden right Kep'? he drawled idly to their resident super soldier.
Silas, Holly's newest hire had ran off to take a quick look at the surroundings and came back with a quick report. He also suggested an ambush plan, drawing the enemy into the center of the town's courtyard before opening up on them from all sides. Well, at the very least the kid seemed eager to earn his pay.
"Not the worst idea-" Jericho admitted before adding his own stipulations, "-If we're alright with risking collateral damage. Missing in here might mean putting a shell into someone's kitchen table, or worse."
"Still, there's still a good spot or two for me to hole up in with the long-gun." Jericho remarked, another puff of smoke releasing from his cigar. "Alternative is setting up a static defense along the walls and entrance. There's not many of us, but we can entrench ourselves in pretty well. They've got a whole lotta open ground to march across if they want to get to us. We can fall back and fight inside the courtyard if things get too hairy on the walls too."
Jericho looked down at the box he was sitting on- a crate of fusion cores provided to them by the small colony to keep their mechs up and running. Jericho whistled to himself. Fusion cores were common place enough that it wasn't too surprising to see them, but a lot of people forgot that these things were actually pretty dangerous if handled improperly.
"If we've got enough spare cores or munitions we could rig up a minefield to slow them down while we pick them off. Just my two cents."
