Asteroid Blues

One of my men, a Muttawiah named Achmed ibn Salman ibn Jihad, Allah have mercy on him, told me in our daily briefing of a rumor he had heard the night before from a former comrade now serving with Ikari Company. The mercenary, may Allah smite him and his treacherous people, told Achmed, that in the Battery, where Ikari has kept a tight security in the past, there now was little to lose, but much to gain for those who are willing to take the risk. Having in mind our struggle to secure knowledge and gain wisdom, me and my women and men were more than eager to take that risk.
But little did we know, that this treacherous Ikari must have had the same talk all over the asteroid with various people, among them obviously some godforsaken Frenchman. For when we entered the batteries’ vicinity, spreading out to cover more ground looking for the promised tech, all of a sudden and without warning a hail of bullets began ripping through our lines.
But never say that the soldiers of the Great Protector come unprepared! With glee and confidence our warriors tore into their ranks, headed by the highly motivated Muttawiah, while Husam Yasbir managed to tear up their rear, catching a whole team of them unaware of any danger.

Our snipers, a battle-hardened Djanbazan and a young Touareg, managed to secure position high above the ground, covering vast sections of terrain by their presence alone.

Then, it was time for the titans to take the field! Unleashed from his reigns, the mighty Mukthar (wearing a borrowed Ayyars uniform) tore into their front ranks, ripping the French cowards from their hiding places, wading through their mines’ shrapnel and tearing them to pieces one by one.
Motivated by this brave example, Tarik Mansouri, the Lion himself couldn’t hold himself back any longer. With a great leap he took to the field, turning the flesh of the infidels into hamburger in the name of Allah the Allmighty! But little did we know, that the French also hired mercenaries, hiding in the shadows, avoiding the battle and waiting for the right moment to strike from behind like cowards.

Our victory, so close at hand, was taken from us that moment, the mighty Tarik heavily injured by a shot that coward sniper, may he never find rest in the hell that our Mukhtar send him to! Following the fall of our beloved supersoldier we lost 80% of our force, some of our wounded murdered in cold blood by the french knifewielders, before we had to clear the area.
But rest assured, the survivors and the injured already chomp on their bits, longing to take the fight back to the French, for the glory of the Almighty and all that is sacred!