Rainstorm ran through several possible plans and scenarios through her head. As she analyzed the situation, she realized the enemy was able to keep the uncorrupted units at bay, but it was an even match. If it had the ability to outproduce them, this fight would have ended who knows how many years ago that this has been happening. Whatever Elder intelligence was controlling them likely was as limited by the facilities built in limiters as any normal uncorrupted Oros monitoring station on Mundus.
To win this battle, they would need to throw in support directly quickly to overwhelm them before they had their restrictions lifted. And she had just such an idea to accomplish this.
"All unit commanders," She began through her comms. "Here is the plan-"
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There was no mind or thought within the processing units of the E Class Guardian Sentry Drones. Once, their model had been top of the line within the old Oros Median, countless millennia ago. But as centuries past and yet more advancements came, what was once the A Class model, blessed with synthetic souls and minds of their own, became outdated and outclassed by their successors. By the time the Median had died out completely almost 2000 years prior, the E Class had been relegated to little more than a potent mixture of display art pieces and low-level guard units on worlds with less advanced life forms.
As such, as yet one model out of countless marched its way through the snow ridden landscape, still hot from its fabrication unit and the only intelligence guiding it being the distant unseen hand of the Lower Mind assigned to this region's facilities, it paid no heed to its impending demise as it approached the brutal battle-line in the distance.
There, battle was met between it and its Elder corrupted kin, two sides of hyper-advanced statue like machinery annihilating one another in mutual volleys of artificial star fire and strange matter. As it approached the invisible death line where it would get into range, something strange happened: Munitions of primitive but effective firepower began to rain down from on high.
Rockets, shells, and ballistic kinetic weaponry poured in from behind it and its countless kin towards the battle line. As advanced as the level of power was for the Elder controlled machines, it could only match that of what the Lower Mind threw at it. Indeed, the drone, though without intellect or even an identification number of its own, found its Lower Mind master turning its sensor-suite laden head and upper torso to look behind it to see where this was coming from.
There, coming from behind the uncorrupted secondary forge units, was a small army of less advanced peoples armed with primitive vehicles and weaponry launching their physical munitions. Soldiers guarded heavy weapons teams as they set up and joined their vehicles, aerial or otherwise, in pouring in additional firepower.
If the Lesser Mind had scaled its firepower and numbers on its own to strike at the Elders, they could have adapted quickly. But the damage done in the process of its corruption meant that the protocols to adapt to a secondary force were slow to activate.
In an instant, the Lesser Mind turned all of its available units from a slow march to a grinding attrition into as fast of a charge as it could get them to go. The younger races firepower kept ahead of them, destroying hostile units before they could get in range to attack the uncorrupted units, giving them the chance to get closer than ever before to the central facility.
However, it seemed the Elder had surprises of its own still. Peeling off from the central mass was a mixture of manta like aerial creatures, floating brain like organisms, and a reserve force of Casters and Guardian aerial units it had been saving for an emergency.
[]Focus on clearing the ground units. The Sentries can shoot down the flyers and then make their final approach.
[]It is too risky to leave the removal of the fliers to chance. Have your aerial units and anti-air weapons focus fire on them.
[]Fighting Aerial born units like this wasn't exactly the norm for them, but needs must be met. Have the Magi focus up and take out the fliers while everyone else focuses on the approach.
[]Write in.
