"We hit them where it hurts." Zero said as he helped X into a seat. The blue reploid muttered something as he began to pull shrapnel from the back of his knee. "I've got an idea, but just the seven of us won't be enough. We'll need the rest of the survivors."
"I'll see what I can do. There should be a few ships within comm range." Victor said from the cockpit. He hit a few buttons and began to call out code words and phrases. A few seconds later, three different voices answered. "Line's open, Zero."
"Good." Zero walked into the cockpit and sat down in the copilot's seat before explaining his idea. "First we'll need to regroup. There's a plateau not far south of here that would make a good place for a temporary camp. It's high enough that snipers won't be likely to reach us and its open enough for takeoff to be fast and easy." He began. "Once we see how many we've got we can go with one of three courses of action: If we have more than fifty combat ready survivors, we can infiltrate Abel and hit the industrial districts hard before starting an underground resistance or joining whatever resistance is there; if we have around thirty survivors, we can send two or three people into Abel to link up with some contacts I still have there and give us a target, preferably something important like a power plant; if we have less than twenty survivors, we can round up any other refugees outside of Abel and try a head-on assault on their outer facilities. There are a number of rocket bases scattered around, but they'll be heavily guarded."
"I've got the plateau on my map. We'll see you there." One of the voices said.
"We're on our way." Another said, cold determination in his voice.
"Let's kick Sigma's ass." The third growled.
"I'm in." Zulu said.
"Me too." X beat he chest with his fist, finally done fixing the damaged hydraulic in his leg.
"Lead the way." Victor and Yankee both said.
"I'm ready." Cain said angrily. He was already loading his rifle.
