Heavy - Ostroc

Cadet Michaelson swept the horizon with his Ostroc's sensors. Somewhere out there, behind the rolling green hills and scrub-brush . . . hiding, waiting for him, was the enemy. His Cadet battalion had been assigned to a minor world along the Davion/Combine border for field exercises. Things had been quiet until three days ago when planetary sensors detected an incoming dropship. It had grounded sometime early this morning, out here in the middle of nowhere. The cadets were sent to find, and eliminate the threat.