Apache Longbows frm the 3rd Rotary Battalion streaked through the night sky.
Pale flickers of the burning town below illuminated gleaming-new rockets and missiles dotting the craft's hardpoints, the chaingun jutting forward as if a blade.
Heck of a way to put a craft through its paces.
The town was in chaos. The brewery's detonation had spread fires throughout the city, where frantic combat raged on street-to-street, house-to-house. The 154th's bright red uniforms were likely all that kept them from a blue-on-blue-put they made excellent targets for the Putschers.
North of the city was where the true battle raged. The desperate, only partially mounted Riders battled against the dry tide, and more were coming. With a muffled roar as the formation banked over the city, the squadron commander radioed in.
"This is Grey Ghost. Eyes on target."
"Acknowledged, Grey Ghost. You are cleared to engage."






