This was the most critical moment. Deploying the XV104 Riptide Battlesuit would not disgrace such a powerful piece of equipment.
"We will give everything we have. This is our final strike. If we fail, we will have to flee with our tails between our legs and retreat to the Damocles Gulf. Every sacrifice and every battle will become worthless dust. Gentlemen, for the Greater Good, for the glorious destiny of the T'au Empire!"
Shadowsun's speech was broadcast through every soldier's comms, letting them understand the weight of their duty.
"Let's go... I never thought I'd live this long." Yan Ou stepped down from a Devilfish, his body covered in the insignia of temporary promotions and medals honoring his service.
It was difficult to find an officer who had survived as long as he had on this battlefield. Every scrap of his experience was precious.
So precious that no one in the unit dared raise their voice around him, not even the proud youngsters piloting battlesuits.
"This is XV8 Crisis Battlesuit Squad 145. I'm Captain Os. We will follow your command."
"You just got off the dropship?"
"No... We came from the container district at the planet's equator to reinforce you. We didn't expect..."
"You didn't expect the fighting here to be this brutal, right?"
Yan Ou's casual attitude annoyed Os somewhat, but when he saw the golden fireblade insignia on Yan Ou's chest, he swallowed his dissatisfaction.
A Fireblade captain who had survived more than a hundred days of close-assault combat needed both luck and strength.
The Fireblade captain before him had to be terrifyingly capable.
"All right, comrades who came from those trivial little battlefields elsewhere. You all heard Commander Shadowsun's words. We can already breathe beneath the shadow of the giant tower. Now, we're going to bring that