Brigadier General Jaeger Sobak couldn't help pursing his lips. At least you managed not to shout "enemy crest mech" after all.
Then, before he could give an order, a grenadier major at his side had already issued one. "All tactical units, remain on alert and disengage the safety locks! Deploy the combat robots."
At the very rear of the formation stood two grenadiers in specialized power armor. They clearly handled technical work, and at the order they immediately dropped to one knee and opened the box-shaped equipment strapped to their backs. More than a dozen robots, each no bigger than a scorpion, crawled out and swiftly scattered into the grass, vanishing from sight.
The drones hovering hundreds of meters overhead also began slowly converging on their position. Although their primary function was reconnaissance, they were creations of the Imperial era, after all, and naturally carried weapons. They could even dive-bomb and self-destruct, turning themselves into guided missiles in seconds.
By now, rows of figures had appeared in the viewports of Sobak's crest mech. More than a dozen were visible to the naked eye, all wearing powered armor. Two targets stood half a head taller than ordinary mechs and had much more ornate silhouettes. What else could they be but crest mechs?
"Enemy sighted... Two Commonwealth crest mechs, Azure Guardian Type 2. Fourteen Hussar power-armored soldiers. Two autonomous powered vehicles, model unknown. Range: 2,000 meters. They're still advancing."
At once, all the Imperial soldiers present aimed their loaded firearms straight ahead.
The tension at the scene rose at a visibly alarming rate.
"Your Excellency, please move to the third rank and coordinate the overall situation!" the grenadier major said to Sobak. It wasn't that he doubted the latter's abilities; he was simply following the tactical regulations of the Imperial Armored Grenadiers