Makary's men moved swiftly. So swiftly, I couldn't help but suspect that they all came from some sort of spec-ops group, intentionally trained for combat within heavily wooded areas untouched by the destructiveness of human presence.
And contrary to the imperial forces that opposed them, they followed war rationale rather than blind discipline.
"Target contact, along the movement axis, two hundred!"
Chris's report continued to fuel the group with necessary intel, something that no army of this world could hope to have at the same level.
"One hundred!"
Chris's shouts grew fainter the closer the potential enemies got.
A hundred meters also proved to be some sort of margin distance at which Makary's unit stopped and rushed to find cover somewhere nearby.
Some hid behind trees, others sheltered behind bigger rocks, and some simply dug out parts of the undergrowth with a kick of two before laying down directly on the ground.
