Battle for Ifrit

"Nomarch; hostile detected. Hovercraft. We are disengaging."

Nomarch Angela Ban Saadi looked up from her map, the command feed designating the coordinates her scouts had been in. Finally.

"Understood, Gold Arrow. Withdraw and regroup. Your Quiver is on the way," she ordered, before switching channels, "Green Arrow, head north. There's a pair of tall hills, I want you on the north face of the north hill."

"*Fawran*" cracked the radio, and the roar of jump-jets announced the Gladiator, Clint, and Stinger's departures. Skipping like skiis over sand, they peeled north.

"Blue Arrow, on me. Seize the southern cliff. We can use Green to spot our LRMs," she directed, folding her map away and locking her feet into the pedals of her Archer. The myomers began to hum as the machine 'woke up'.

"*Jawohl, Frau Nomarch*," the Ymir pilot responded, while the BattleAxe wordlessly drifted away, watching their flank.

Gold Arrow, a trio of Scimitars (One with an LRM rack), slid to a stop nearby as the Quiver of mechs approached the hilly ravine. "One Lance of Mechs, one Platoon of hovertanks, *Sayyid*. Your orders?"

Angela coaxed her Archer up the hill, the steep incline causing its myomer to groan, "Interdiction, Gold Arrow. Keep them busy."

"Contact, Contact; looks like Flashman, Wolverine with no cannon, a Phoenix Hawk, and... uh, what is that?"

"Not sure Ahmad, be careful. Looks like missiles on its head."

"Command! Hostile - Grid One-Four By Oh-Nine, copy?"

Green Arrow saw the enemy first, and like clockwork began to filter information back to her. Gold Arrow had spun around and were preparing to dart forwards, just as Angela climbed the last steps onto the rocky summit. Her Ymir ally was right besides her, and the sharp crash announced the BattleAxe had jumped the last 120 meters up.

"LRMs, volley fire, on One-Four by Zero-Nine. And... fire," At her word, she flicked the cover and depressed the trigger. Her missile pods opened up and a flash for thirty Missiles screamed into the sky, follow by another twenty from her companions. She held her breath, waiting to hear the feedback.

"Solid hit, Blue Arrow - Hostile Phoenix Hawk just lost its footing, but it's still standing," confirmed Gold Arrow, their hovertanks drifting around the hill and accelerating out of sight, "On me, Gold - gun it down the ravine!"

"On that Wolverine! Fire! Fire!"
"Positive Contact, that- *Scheisse*, Laser! Laser! That Wolverine is NOT disarmed!"
"Missiles out.... Hit! Gun it, gun it, it's returning fire!"
"Is that a Saladin?"

The chaos of chatter created a blurr Angela was having issues sorting out. Gold Arrow seemed on top of things, and she could now start to see the enemy mechs - the call out from before was right, but it wasn't the whole story. The mechs were providing shielding, escorting their hovertanks closer like a penguins chick. Then, the jump-jets fired and most of the enemy Lance leaped into the air. Lasers danced across the Ymir, which held its ground valiantly and even answered with the staccato bark of its AC/5. Angela's own SRMs lanced out, though she came up shy of a hit.

Glancing over, Green Lance had positioned themselves where she wanted them, the Clint and Gladiator back-to-back behind the crest of the hill, attacks against them dirting while their own weapons fired back in anger. The Stinger was nowhere to be seen, but it was feeding her targeting data so it must have been engaged. Then her damage alarm began to scream, just as he leg shuddered, spinning, she realized what just hit her, the smoking Cannon of the Saladin having nearly torn her leg clean off. Stumbling, the BattleAxe and Ymir lit the hovertank up, and she added her SRMs and arm lasers into the overkill.

"*Hauptmann?!*" called the Ymir pilot, forgetting the change in rank Angela had, concerned for his superior.

"I'm fine!" She called, looking up as the enemy lance - sans Flashman - leaped into the ravine between the two hills, "Focus on the enemy! Wolverine! Wolverine!"

The BattleAxe silently leaped away, cutting off the hostile hovertanks that were attempting to flank without saying a word. Green Arrow announced their own problems immediately after;

"SHIT! Armor gone, armor gone! Nima -"
"Take cover, I'm going around the side. Keep your Clint behind that ridge!"
"Nomarch, I have a bead on that bogey. I'm firing!"

The Gladiator ran to cover by the ravines opening, and very quickly the hostiles found themselves surrounded. Their only escape, watched by the Flashman, was also being closed around. Angela willed her wounded mech into the fray, looming over her foes like the vengeful first of Harus.

"Open fire! Kill these barbarians for your Pharaoh!" She yelled, the heat gage  climbing into the red, alarms wailing as she did, "No mercy!"

An explosion behind her - one of the enemy hovertanks - sent a fireball up behind her mech as her Arrow's guns turned down upon the hostiles. She aimed for the blood red Saint figure on the mysterious and tall jump mech, some sort of religious icon. With a grim grin, she saw that this conquest wasn't just for her gain - finally, she heard the voice of the Gods. She pulled the trigger. Death to the heathens.