[Squad]
The low hum of knitterbeams would be a comfort to the wounded heavies, who would get back up, hunker down, and lay a wall of fire down. Alexandria, waving her repair gun in the general direction of the armored figures to her side, frantically worked on attaching energy packs one-handedly; after a few moments of healing, she swore and let the repper drop as she worked, switching from heavy to heavy. Aria, after having assisted with the healing, would turn and open up on the Drone Rush, punctuated by hurling grenades into the mass. While it wouldn't kill all of the Drones, the massed formation would break up and scatter, the surving eight racing around in ever-tightening spirals, evidently aiming to do hit-and-run paired attacks.
With the application of heavy firepower over the heads of the incoming Assault squad, the Juggernaughts, already reeling from the application of explosives and pulsed shots, would start pulling back towards the Titans. It was at this moment that Markus decided it was HAMMER TIME; moments later, what had been four Juggies was down to one, who was steadily retreating towards the Titan. It was obvious that Markus would reach the Titans before the Juggie would.
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The Commander-daughter was experiencing a certain second-stomach-churning that the Hivemind had attributed to stress-intuition-danger. The battle-situation-combat was different than the usual pirate-primate-antics. She buzzed angrily, not trusting this at all. A timeless moment of mental communion occured, and order-dictates flowed. Spiked thoughts flowed forth into the bodies of the Drones, and through the neural implants of the human-primate-slaves, flooding the Drone-finger bodies with hormones and the gray-meat-brain of the primate-slaves with certain chemicals and electrical impulses.
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The sole Juggernaught turned and fired on the Titans, head buzzing from the chemical cocktail that had flooded his brain. That particular silvery-spider feeling in his head told him that there was glory in the Harmony, that the Unimproved-Caveman-Human who was not Ours was the Captain and that to kill him would end the battle. A feral grin on his face, the Juggernaught over-rode the safety settings and CHARGED, drugged-out mind hardly noticing the bones shattering with each jarring stride. Forget the weapons - he would simply pick up the Caveman Captain, hold him out front, and smash right into a Titan just to hear the SQUISHY sound.
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Out of the corner of his eye, Markus would most definitely notice the fact that the previously slow Juggernaught was going fast. Unhealthily, jet-assisstingly, balls-out, right-directly-towards-me manner. Evidently, he wouldn't reach the Titans first. A beam the thickness of your average tree trunk missed his head by a few inches. The shot would keep going until it hit the walls of the holdfast, and would leave a deep, smouldering pit in the substance. Given that the wall was made of combat-rated industrial compounds that could withstand heavy rocket fire without a scratch, it was a serious hint as to the power of the new and improved Titan energy weapon capacity. His command module would try to analyze the weapon. Aside from the unhelpful "If you get shot, you probably die" warning (something he had quite figured out on his own, thank you) it quickly pumped out that said weapon's targeting system was easy to detect.
A sudden beeping indicated he was being targeted at this moment, and he dropped to the ground. The second turbolaser, having missed the prone Captain, would continue to obey physics, proceeding to neatly bisect the incoming Juggie and continue out of sight. Unfortunately for Markus, the unit still didn't know the recharge time for the weapon, although said data would immediately transmit to the friendly forces.
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