/Alpha: Semmi: We're going into the camp?
/Alpha: Nix: Yes.
/Alpha: Pon: Hard or soft?
/Alpha: Nix: Softish...
The Striker Graveyard was nothing like the one in the Sandcrab Precinct. It was much larger and was surrounded by a stone wall. A makeshift camp had been set up after the sudden retreat from HQ. The sheer destruction that four dozen teardrop bombs caused was enough to convince the diluted leadership to retreat.
Pelos spotted the group flying in, once again ignoring the rules about landing in camp. His narrow face twisted in a scowl. "Where do you think you're going? You'll take charge of the offensive! I'll give you the 1st company and keep the 2nd and 3rd here to protect the graveyard."
