From the sky, the only landmark that stands out is Kyvruus towers, head of the Citizen City economy. One of the five towers begins to crack, and sink into the ground.

“Damnit! Ives, on the radio, we need that air support!" The captain was, for the first time in his life, afraid. They were cut off from the rest of Able Company; they have been for three hours, three hours of being in the dark with shells dropping all around you.
“I'll try sir, but it looks like they're using the CommLock's on us."
“♥♥♥♥..." Captain Harrison knew the drill. The Kerr were experts at warfare. They were born into countless wars ranging from land skirmishes to territory wars. Every engagement that Harrison fought against the Kerr was in the same pattern. Knock out communication, use orbital bombardment, and send in the shock troops.
“Sir, we need a plan"
“Shut it Grant." The captain took a deep breath, and beckoned his men over. “Now, I do, in fact, have an idea." The men were now generally interested, as they ducked into a nearby building for some cover, avoiding a particularly nasty bomb that fell across the street.

"Ok, you...well, most of you...have been under my command for years now. We all know how the Kerr act, and we need to organize. High Command told me that if communication was knocked out, we are to meet at a designated area with the rest of Able Company. Understood?"
“Yes sir!" The men got ready to leave, packing up the supplies they laid out earlier as a make-shift command center.

In all, there were 23 men in that room, 5 of them were 10 year veterans, and un-heard of service time. the rest were either 3 or 4 years, or Greenhorns who knew battle from the simulations. Harrison himself had been fighting for 20 years, and had earned dozens of awards and medals for his service to the United System Forces.
Outside, it sounded like the shells had stopped. But it looked like they were still falling. Really, it looked more like crimson birds than anything. They were Drop pods, painted Bright Red, the Kerr colors. As they crashed into buildings and towers, the troops inside climbed out into higher ground, and if the pods went deep enough, creep through the sewer system, ready to burst out and surprise an un-aware squad.
“Alright, Kristoff, Marker, scout ahead and find us a route to that tower, and meet us across the block.
"Yes Sir!"
"Got it."
"Everyone else, get ready to move out on my signal.”