With a plan of attack decided the group gets ready, the Rhino rolling forward and opening up its hatches once again. Half the scions load up inside, filing in and standing ready, all of them ready to storm back out once they reached their destination. The captain of this groups goes with them and seems to exchange a nod with Flagg, trusting the former stormtrooper to direct the rest in this initial part of the assault. This was a death trap, the Scion's knew it, but they were well trained to make their deaths be costly for the enemies of man.
The Rhino surges forward, pushing through the gate, blasted, desecrated flesh shoved aside and crushed under its treads. As soon as it came into clear view of the courtyard everyone would hear the sounds of weapons fire, the loudest of which was the distinctive booming of bolter rounds, launching from emplacements and detonating against the hull of the tank. The group pushes on behind, keeping in the shadow of the armored transport, even as volleys of Las-rounds come in from above, spraying sides and top in an attempt to get an angle on the group. This advance seems to go well to start with, the tank is holding and there appears to be no sound of heavy weaponry, nothing that is a threat to their transport.
Then the explosion happened, close and shaking the ground they stand on, cracking rubble strewn marble and making the team stagger a moment at the close proximity. The more alarming thing though was the tank, suddenly grinding to a screeching halt, it's wheels scraping against the marble helplessly as its left track rips apart. Evidently the warning about mines had been correct, something planted to immobilize any vehicle that thinks to storm the rebel defences. The fire now starts to swing around and unload on the sides of the transport, working to try and suppress anyone coming from behind.
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