Creed took his tray stacked high with his biscuits, mashed potatoes, and steak all slathered in gravy. To an empty table where he pressed a button on the side of his mask. Making it retract the mouth plate to show his actual mouth while staying over his eyes, and nose. He then clapped his hands together thanking god for the amazing meal he was about to enjoy, and began to dig in only to hear an alarm play in his ears. He dipped his head down crying a bit as the alarm was for an emergency. War Dogs were getting into one of the refugee bunkers. He tapped the buttons again letting the mouth plate return.
"All pilots to the mech bay. We got an emergency on our hands people. War dogs are breaking through the gates on the Seattle, and California refugee bunkers. We will be splitting you into two teams," Creed said his voice coming through the ships intercom system.
"All pilots to the mech bay. We got an emergency on our hands people. War dogs are breaking through the gates on the Seattle, and California refugee bunkers. We will be splitting you into two teams," Creed said his voice coming through the ships intercom system.