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 FAI sent orders out to the 10th and 18th Fists to begin their attack on the now easy targets on the rim of the sector. There was a 98.9996% probability that Antarean forces would take the entire rim of the sector. A 84.9749% probability that enough Antarean vessels would remain to close in on the set of systems farther in and close a tight circle around the (now) ULP controlled core of the sector. There was a 99.9999% chance that the Antareans would then control the entire sector within two weeks. FAI calculated that after the battle for the sector was over, there would be a 32.1587% chance that there would be enough scrap metal left from the ULP fleet to create even a single battleship. If FAI had a face it would have smiled. In a week, the United League of Planets would collectively be wishing they were anywhere but right where they were.

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 "Advance forward! Drive these rats for their tunnels. Let's take the battle back to their inner lines."
-Leaning into the turn, Proslin swung towards the concentration of ULP troops. He was hit with a powerful wall of air, pushed down from above and forced to slow his vehicle. There was odd sound of latches unlocking. He looked up to see the dim outline of a dropship. Then, directly in his path--so close he had to activate reverse thrusters to stop in time--a set of three [[Vehicle_Mech_ULA_Velius|battlesuits]] dropped down. They were trailing wisps of the clouds they had fallen through and and left huge dinosaur footprints as they moved forward. With a series of loud clicks and whirs the battlesuits positioned themselves. They placed their legs in a sumo wrestler-like stance and uncoiled gatling guns from their shoulders, locking them into position. Before Proslin could draw another breath the two skimmers to ether side were blown to pieces in a hail of bullets. One of the battlesuits repositioned its gun, pointing the huge muzzle directly at Proslin's face. He heard the feeder warming back up. As the gun began to rotate, he realized that he wanted to be anywhere but right where he was.
+Leaning into the turn, Proslin swung towards the concentration of ULP troops. He was hit with a powerful wall of air, pushed down from above and forced to slow his vehicle. There was odd sound of latches unlocking. He looked up to see the dim outline of a dropship. Then, directly in his path--so close he had to activate reverse thrusters to stop in time--a set of three [[Vehicle_Mech_Velius|battlesuits]] dropped down. They were trailing wisps of the clouds they had fallen through and and left huge dinosaur footprints as they moved forward. With a series of loud clicks and whirs the battlesuits positioned themselves. They placed their legs in a sumo wrestler-like stance and uncoiled gatling guns from their shoulders, locking them into position. Before Proslin could draw another breath the two skimmers to ether side were blown to pieces in a hail of bullets. One of the battlesuits repositioned its gun, pointing the huge muzzle directly at Proslin's face. He heard the feeder warming back up. As the gun began to rotate, he realized that he wanted to be anywhere but right where he was.
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 Sergeant JD Asure laughed with glee as he blew another Anty skimmer to earth-colored bits. What had once been an organized formation pointed directly at the heart of ULP forces was now chaos and Sergeant Asure, more than any other Exo-Commander in his platoon, thrived in chaos. Nothing gave him more pleasure than watching the explosions of skimmers with punctured fuel tanks and enemy infantry blown yards back by the force of his personal arsenal. He walked slowly through the field of battle, the suit swiveling on its waist in service to his own movements as he strafed the sides of the battlefield, driving the Antys farther and farther back.
-Asure turned to one side, where the enemy was weakest and scattering before the League's might. Ahead of his squad, he was the first to see the dim outline of an [[Vehicle_APC_AIA_Basta|Antarean APC]], a purple and green rhombus shooting up sand all around as it hovered across the beach, picking up the retreating troops. Relishing the chance to take down a heavy vehicle, Asure flicked a switch to activate missiles, only to discover his suit no longer had an arm. He'd been so focused on the APC that he hadn't noticed the Antarean Crab-Tank that skittered out of the dust to his right. He cried out as a powerful burst of energy from the insectoid maw of the tank disintegrated his suit's legs out from beneath him. As metal crunched into sand and he tilted backwards, he realized that he wanted to be anywhere but right where he was.
+Asure turned to one side, where the enemy was weakest and scattering before the League's might. Ahead of his squad, he was the first to see the dim outline of an [[Vehicle_APC_Basta|Antarean APC]], a purple and green rhombus shooting up sand all around as it hovered across the beach, picking up the retreating troops. Relishing the chance to take down a heavy vehicle, Asure flicked a switch to activate missiles, only to discover his suit no longer had an arm. He'd been so focused on the APC that he hadn't noticed the Antarean Crab-Tank that skittered out of the dust to his right. He cried out as a powerful burst of energy from the insectoid maw of the tank disintegrated his suit's legs out from beneath him. As metal crunched into sand and he tilted backwards, he realized that he wanted to be anywhere but right where he was.
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 FAI sent orders out to the 10th and 18th Fists to begin their attack on the now easy targets on the rim of the sector. There was a 98.9996% probability that Antarean forces would take the entire rim of the sector. A 84.9749% probability that enough Antarean vessels would remain to close in on the set of systems farther in and close a tight circle around the (now) ULP controlled core of the sector. There was a 99.9999% chance that the Antareans would then control the entire sector within two weeks. FAI calculated hat after the battle for the sector was over, there would be a 32.1587% chance that there would be enough scrap metal left from the ULP fleet to create even a single battleship. If FAI had a face it would have smiled. In a week, the United League of Planets would collectively be wishing they were anywhere but right where they were.

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	FAI sent orders out to the 10th and 18th Fists to begin their attack on the now easy targets on the rim of the sector. There was a 98.9996% probability that Antarean forces would take the entire rim of the sector. A 84.9749% probability that enough Antarean vessels would remain to close in on the set of systems farther in and close a tight circle around the (now) ULP controlled core of the sector. There was a 99.9999% chance that the Antareans would then control the entire sector within two weeks. FAI calculated hat after the battle for the sector was over, there would be a 32.1587% chance that there would be enough scrap metal left from the ULP fleet to create even a single battleship. If FAI had a face it would have smiled. In a week, the United League of Planets would collectively be wishing they were anywhere but right where they were.		FAI sent orders out to the 10th and 18th Fists to begin their attack on the now easy targets on the rim of the sector. There was a 98.9996% probability that Antarean forces would take the entire rim of the sector. A 84.9749% probability that enough Antarean vessels would remain to close in on the set of systems farther in and close a tight circle around the (now) ULP controlled core of the sector. There was a 99.9999% chance that the Antareans would then control the entire sector within two weeks. FAI calculated hat after the battle for the sector was over, there would be a 32.1587% chance that there would be enough scrap metal left from the ULP fleet to create even a single battleship. If FAI had a face it would have smiled. In a week, the United League of Planets would collectively be wishing they were anywhere but right where they were.

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