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« on: February 25, 2012, 09:54:50 am » |
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Aguilan kept her form as the Shadow began to pile the pressure on her forces. Being in a rapid response unit, as the name heavily implied, meant being the first in line to respond against new and unknown threats on the field, and at most times holding that field until the big guns finally rolled in. It was a demanding task with many inherent risks, more so for the people the lead them with an unflinching will. If there were any particular groups that would be least fazed by the likes of the Shadow worldship, the PDRR would be one of them.
That, and another, more subtle issue came to her notice.
It was telling that the Fear's own guns, despite being an order of magnitude or so stronger than what her unit was carrying, were at most merely able to mission kill one of her destroyers rather than completely annihilate it. It was, for lack of a better word, a rather anticlimactic affair. One which she readily played to her advantage.
The Shadow's rear carriers began to experience a slight lull in bombardment as the PDRR's ships slowly pulled back. Several variable armors clamped onto the crippled destroyer before going full throttle, towing the heavily damaged craft to the rear of the receding formation. Instead of completely falling back, however, Aguilan's forces resumed their former intensity, firing volley after volley at the vulnerable carriers while careful to maintain their distance from overbearing retaliation.
"'Tis only for a while longer...", Aguilan told herself, being enough of a realist to acknowledge the thin line she and her forces were straddling, all of which merely to delay the assault until a proper force arrived to face overwhelming threat.
But if 'tis what it costs to buy those fifteen minutes, so be it.
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