The battle continues on as you send out new orders to your units, your fighter drones expertly suppress the enemy infantry whenever a lull appears in your ally force's fire patterns. Despite the covering fire of the fighter drones more of the bipedal warriors begin to get picked off, and the casualties on the defender's side begin to mount only for the battle to turn within moments. As the enemy heavy vehicles take down two more of the defense emplacements your fighter-bomber expertly drops the last of its payload into their midst, destroying half of the remaining machines and leaving the rest in disarray as the defensive emplacements begin to pick off the last survivors of the armor column.
The sight of the heavy vehicles being wiped out crushes the last bits of morale that the uniformed soldiers hold and they break before the withering fire of the defenders, sadly very few of the soldiers are brought down in the unorganized retreat. Of course that matters not for as the soldiers come face to face with your assault droids, a well calculated, uncaring massacre begins as your droids relentlessly pursue the soldiers or advance upon those few positions they decide to dig into. All in all the force of nearly twenty soldiers is slaughtered with minimal losses to your ground forces, a total of four droids being rendered useless in the attack. With the enemy forces wiped out you return the drones to the corvette's cargo bay as it lifts off to land closer to the mountain fortress, meanwhile your assault droids advance towards the fortress and are met cheers, and words of thanks from the bipedal fighters, their voices slightly mechanical as they come through the speakers of their crude, possibly salvaged suits.
One of the figures walks forward, his suit covered in metal plates and a strange gun strapped to his back that resembles both the handheld energy weapons of the uniformed soldiers and the compact slugthrowers of the disorganized defenders. In his right hand is a small pad of some sort, and in his left is a few cords, he waves vaguely at one of the assault droids as if calling it forward, and feeling perfectly secure in your forces ability to defend themselves should it come to it you draw the droid forward. As it draws close the man moves forward sweeping his hand over the drones shell till he finds a small access plate which he easily shoves aside before reaching his hand in and connecting the wires to a handful of outlets and exposed wires within.
In moments you hear a voice speaking over your radio frequency, strangely enough the voice is the same as the Pentus Graham fellow who had contacted you the first time,
"Hey Aegis you there? Wait, what am I saying, of course you're there you are a highly advanced AI after all so you'd most assuredly be connected to any of the forces you built or deployed, especially with them being so close to your ... what do you AIs call them? Shells or something? Anyway thanks for your help, if you hadn't came to our aid when you did a lot more of my men would have died and Granholm would be burning even now, I know there is a lot you must want to ask so fire away. I've already redeployed most of the men here to support the forces underground so for the time being we're under no danger of another attack happening for sometime."
Command Ship: Mining Corvette
Weapons: None
Repair Facilities: None
Ground Forces
26 Assault Class Spider Bot Droids [Armaments: Yulith-Pattern Compact Slugthrowers; Very Light Armor; Fast]
Air Support
2 Mid-Range Escort Fighter Drones [Armaments: 3 Yulith Assault Cannons, and 1 Missile Rack [Loaded, Lynx Interceptor Missile]; Moderate Armor; Very Fast]
1 Fighter-Bomber Drone [Armaments: 2 Yulith Assault Cannons, and 2 Missile Racks [Empty]; Moderate Armor; Fast]
Defensive Positions
4 Gun Emplacements [Armaments: Unknown Cannons & Assault Cannons(?); Heavily Armored; Immobile Fortifications]
- 2 Disabled, and in need of repair
Ground Units
72~ Bipedal Fighters [Armaments: Compact Slugthrowers(?); Light Armor(?); Unknown Speed]