The roaring hybrid mana engines of fifty armored personnel carriers shook the concrete surface of Highway Ten North as the Citadel Defense Convoy advanced in tight tactical formation.
"Maintain fifty-yard vehicle intervals and keep your forward energy shields polarized to deflect long-range mortar rounds," Kendra ordered through the fleet command network from her perch atop the lead transport.
"Lead scout buggy reports enemy artillery batteries establishing fire bases along the northern crest," Ava communicated over the tactical channel, transmitting real-time orbital coordinates.
"How many combat vehicles does Holt command along that elevated ridgeline?" Jax inquired from the mobile sensor hub.
"Scanners confirm thirty fortified siege tanks equipped with rapid-fire plasma mortars and twin autocannons," Ava replied, highlighting the enemy positions in crimson on the shared display.
