The first drop pod hit the ground with a controlled thud barely a hundred meters from Fort Delta's east wall. The hatches hissed open, and five figures in matte-gray training armor burst out, already sprinting. Two more pods landed simultaneously on the north and west flanks.
"Contact! East wall!" shouted a Blue Team defender, João, his voice calm despite the incoming assault. "Three hostiles, 100 meters, closing! Holding fire!" His optical sensors in his helmet highlighted the charging figures.
Inside Fort Delta, Miguel, leading a Blue Team fire team, peered through a fortified viewport. "Pedro, hold the main gate. Santos, cover the north flank. Cortez, with me on the East. No wasted shots, remember! Make 'em count! They're cocky, let's make 'em pay for it."
The Red Team attackers moved with shocking speed, their enhanced bodies covering ground in long, blurring strides. They deployed a training turret near the east wall, its barrels swiveling to acquire targets.
