The sound of the teacup made a light clinking sound whenever the stirring spoon bumped against its edge. Faisal as-Sanusi had decided to enjoy a small cup of tea while performing the mission today and had thus far not been given cause to regret it. The trip across Algeria to the target zone had been smooth, even as his ship's guns fired, raining death upon the rebels camping over the precious supplies of oil underneath their camp. That lout Saladin had been given a chance to sweet talk the rebels into capitulating and failed. Now if was time for the Crown Prince to issue a royal decree: go to hell.

"Engaging enemy forces!" one of his GiNN pilots reported, drawing the royal's attention.

The one useful thing to come from Saladin's action was information on the enemy's forces. Knowing they used stolen European mobile suits meant the key to victory was targeting their recharging facilities, their one meager hangar. Even if this assault failed, a second would succeed when the enemy had nothing to fight with but motionless automatons. Still, between the thundering roar of the battleship's artillery and the coordinated assault of his mobile suits, Faisal as-Sanusi was certain he would be able to show that Bucue-piloting mongrel how real officers handled pests.

"Mobile suits report stiff resistance, Your Highness," the ship's new sensor officer reported. "They had more GiNNs than anticipated and they're falling back to regroup under the cover of our marksmen."

"As long as they do not flee, I approve," Faisal said, nodding. "Do we have a solid location on their forces?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The marksmen are tracking them as we speak."

"Fire a full missile barrage on that position and then move in," the captain ordered. "I tire of them."

For a moment, the battleship was shrouded in smoke as all of its missile launchers opened fire, sending dozens of warheads towards the stolen GiNNs. One of them called out to his fellows and they fired, though they failed to throw up enough ammunition to save themselves. Three-quarters of the missiles hit their mark, bathing that spot of desert in fire as the mobile suits were thrown about. The missile barrage continued for a solid minute, guaranteeing that in the unlikely event that anything was still alive, it would be helpless before the Imperial forces. A blackened crater was all that remained, however.

With its six GiNN's in the leader, Faisal's battleship quickly closed in on the Polisario Front camp as conquerors. What they found was a ruined mess of what it had been the day before; the European assault had been launched so quickly, they had had no time to evacuate their civilians.

"Hail command," Faisal ordered, surveying the wreckage of the ruined hangar. "Mission accomplished. We can set up drilling operations immediately."

Outcome: Faisal as-Sanusi wins
Faisal as-Sanusi: 6 Xp, Repairing 2