Two towers, once owned by a peaceful clan.

Now they are home to two of the most dangerous Tribes, fighting over the pass which they overlook. Whoever wins this fight may very well be the winner in the battle for the planet. This mission MUST be accomplished. Your unit is going to be dropped down as backup to the forces already there.

You look up questioningly at your commander as he finishes reading the briefing over the roar of the drop ships engines.

"How in the hell are we supposed to take over this? And what does one measly little outpost have to do with winning the whole friggin' planet!?" You shout.

Your commander rolls his eyes one more time. "How many times do I have to tell you newbies? This is a STRATEGIC point. Say it slowly now ssstrrrrraaaateeegic. Meaning that if we can take this, we can easily route shipments quickly. through the cover of these hills. It could be a bumpy ride, but they certainly wouldn't be easily attacked."

"I assume that you forgot that these hills are the only cover for miles. If we can gain these hills, then we will have absolutely all the 50 mile area under control. We take it with the old simple method of brute force."

You answer grinning, "Brute force huh.. I like to break stuff, I like fighting. This'll be fun."

Your commander chuckles. "You haven't been in a war have you son? It's no fun at all. You stick close to me. I'll watch your back."

The drop ship comes around behind. You hear voices over the sound of gunfire coming from the communicator in the cockpit, "Thank god you're here! I don't think that we could hold out much longer! Get your tails down here and help!

As your unit swiftly drops out of the back, you hear a final word from the Pilot.

"Good luck."