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Reporting...	Distress Signal Captain Altecha Chan, 8th Special Operations Company RGM-89 Jegan USMP Infantry soldiers of the USMP got out of the way as the four green Jegan Power Armors reach the intersection just in time to see the thick blast doors lock shut. “Sergeant!” bellowed Captain Altecha Chan. “Check the access panel! See if you can get this thing open!” “Sir!” acknowledged McDune’s growling voice as he stepped over to the blast doors. “DeJou! Churchill!” called Chan to the rest of his squad,” get in position! I want some fire discipline when we get these doors open!” “Quand il pleut il pleut a verse!” shouts DeJou with enthusiasm as she hefts her heavy chaingun in the direction of the blast doors. “Of course it pours when it rains yer damn cheeseeating frog!” jeers Churchill as he slams a magazine full of armor piercing rounds into his sniper rifle. The green visor of Chan’s Jegan looked back and forth among the infantry around him. “Who’s in charge here!” he yelled over the chaos. Suddenly his scanner locked onto the rank badge of a lieutenant. The Captain’s green Jegan Armor stomped over to a junior officer in the corner. He is huddled around a radio with some enlisted men. “Lieutenant! What’s the situation here?” He can see the lieutenant’s eyes squint under the light from the rotating red sirens. “Sir! We’ve made contact with multiple enemy units inside!” “What’d they got?” “Mostly power armors with some light infantry support sir! We are in the process for pulling back when the rest of the team got cut off! We tried to raise them, but we’re not getting anything on this net sir!” “…Jamming…” mutters Altecha Chan under his breath. At this point, McDune stepped away from the access panel. “This door is sealed up tighter than my granddaddy’s brandy cabinet. This ain’t no automated quarantine routine either. Somebody’s don’t want us to leave this place mighty intense.” “Sarge, you ready to play demolitions engineer?” “I do like my Fourth of Ju-ly’s.” “Gather explosives and charges. Collect some from the infantry if you have to! I want that door open as soon as we get these men out of here! Lieutenant, take your wounded and fall back to the rally point! The rest of you, take up covering positions!” Chan’s Jegan made its way back towards the intersection by the blast doors. Foot soldiers carrying the wounded file back towards the rear. The few infantry that remained behind primed their weapons as they took cover behind the Jegans. McDune’s Jegan rejoined the group. He holds up a detonator. “Ready to go when you are.” Chan’s Jegan turned towards his heavy gunner and sniper. “DeJou! Churchill! Covering fire once we breach!” “This is all we are ever good for!” complained Churchill as his Jegan shoulders the rifle. “Sergeant McDune, blow the doors!”
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