Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-33521582-20180317162812

Daon scans the field with his autocannon, a faint line of smoke trailing from it's muzzle. He feels no satisfaction in killing the xenos; there is no glory here, only war, only duty.

He chins his vox to the rearguard's frequency. "Combat squad Sun'Haku, break line of sight and fall further back. Force the enemy to redeploy skirmishers and scouts so they can't bring their armour to bear."

Even as his monotone sounds over the vox, he's moving into new cover. Once more he slings his autocannon and switches to his bolt pistol as, instead of falling back, he flanks. The scarab tanks are a threat, and they cannot continue to rely on the xenos' unwillingness to cause friendly fire. Avoiding the enemy, he let's their vanguard pass him, as he finds a secure position from which to engage the armored vehicles side plating when they pass.

He waits calmly and quietly, his autocannon in his hands once more, securely braced against the ruins. One of the vehicles was damaged so, either they'll move along at the damaged vehicles pace, or they will come one after the other. In the first case, his training tells him to disable the neared vehicle, and use it to break line of sight. In the second, he'll have to engage the undamaged vehicle and relocate.

Nevertheless, nothing is certain in battle. His bolt pistol remains handy, the probabilty of detection by infantry is not null, and cannot be ignored.