The "Great" Republic

Chapter One, Part One "One and a half battles"
"Blast these traitors!" Thought Jet as bullets flew over his head. He was refering to the Rezoxians, men from the planet Rezox, who had turned against the Great Republic for "Incompetent and nonexistent aid". Sure, no one really cared about them, but WAR! Such pointless bickering was keeping them from capturing the Hacker. Couldn't the "unfortunate" just stay out of everything? About a half second later, one of the soldiers fell. "Jet, get outta there!" Just in time, Vick had broken his train of thought and gotten him out before of the sea wall and into their makeshift bunker enemy tanks burst through their cover. "Hold it," whispered Jet, just loud enough for his troops to here. "Hold it." Every soldier tensed, waiting for the order. "FIRE! Give them all you've got boys!" roared Jet. Gunfire ripped through the enemy, sending them into disarray. Jet took his squad of Vick, the Anti-Armor specialist, Lenny and Fred, the Anti-infantry specialists, and Sam, the inexperienced youth who shot at anything but his allies to clear a landing site for their reinforcements. They moved forward, slowly advancing while staying behind cover. Jet peeked over the top of the fallen tank and returned to his team with good news and bad news. "The Good news is, I found a clearing large enough for all of our transports to land at once. The bad news is that there are ( looks back up ) Twelve turrets in our way." "So....... that's bad how?" asked Sam ever so innocently. "Because those turrets tear shreds out of men like us." replied Fred. "Can't Vick pick them off?" "No, they would see where the rocket came from" "Our transports have guns." "The turrets can shoot in the air, stupid." Sam and Fred would have continued to argue had Jet not broken it up. "Will you two quit arguing for two second so I can hear myself think!" He half yelled, half whispered. He needed to come up with a plan. "If I may, we could put an mini nuclear detonator on one of Vick's rockets. If he aimed it correctly, it would survive long enough to let us activate it." suggested Lenny. "Is it possible Vick?" asked Jet. After considering for a second, he replied, "Yeah, but I would need to get a bit closer to get what you want to happen. Can I count on you not to detonate it before I get back?" "Uhh... sure Vick, whatever you say" replied Sam. "Sam, stop it. You can count on us, Vick." added Jet. Five seconds later a thundering clap sounded. Two second after that gunfire erupted from the turrets. A second later Vick fell down behind the wall, panting Another second after that a singular, massive explosion rocked the area. "Transports, This is Commander William. You are clear to land." whispered Jet into his microphone. William was his real name. When the transports had finished unloading, Jet was in command of an army of Twenty-five men and Five Heavy Mechs. The heavy mechs were a sight to see, sporting over thirty machine guns and heavy cannons. They were also equipped with a full compliment of swarmers. It was time to reinforce his men's last position. But other plans had been made....