Alaska Sat in the pilot seat trying to keep the shuttle 'invisible' to the cruiser behind them. She heard Cal arrive and call through "Roger that Cal, firing up the engines now." she heard him talk to Penn about the armory, she loaded up the ships schematics and looked for the nearest bay to land in, when he came in and asked she already had a place in mind, "I think I've got a place in mind," she increased the throttle as he sat down, firing them off around the ship, "Cal? Are you honestly arranging a date with me?" she chuckled not looking around, "Nah, i'm kidding yeah it should be good, that is as long as i get a chance to whoop your ass." she said slyly. She decreased the throttle and became serious the maneuver she was about to do need concentration "Okay Cal, I'm gonna swing the back of the shuttle and give you the chance to land in, in which point i'm going to fly off and hide behind some rubble and come back when you need me, you might want to get prepped." she gave him a few minutes and flew into the hangar back first, she switched the light to green and waited for them to move.

Wash Stood up from behind the Crates inspecting the equipment, it wasn't anything special very small motion sensors light weaponry, the usual military hardware. "Seems that we're clear, shall we?" indicating to the door. He opened it to see an empty hallway, it was just his day. He moved through ship keeping quite constantly checking his motion sensors but kept his fists ready at all times. When he finally reached the room he stood beside the door and counted down from three and bust open into the room. It as empty but for one IT guy, in Wash's opinion it was actually a bit anti-climactic, He entered and pulled the guy aside, not wanting to knock him out, he might have some important information. he punched him in the side and held his hand over his face, and dragged him into the closest corner. as long as he didn't lose consciousness from a broken rib they'd be fine "Okay South, you should be clear, do what you do best." He took position by the door waiting for South to do her Job.

Penn was fairly silent as the prep work and chatter between the group going in and the piloting aspect of the mission was going on. He was getting into his mission mindset, and that meant far less companionable then he might have been, say, a few hours ago. The plan to plant the Mongoose in a high damage location, such as the Gunnery Deck, wasn't a bad idea and he shrugged as he stood up, making sure he had everything on him. The suggestion was sound and he said as much as he watched the other team members space jump across the way, Cal guiding South and he kept quiet, wondering how well her getting back would be. Cal might not be available for that, which would make things hairy, to say the least. "Don't see why not, Cal, long as they don't question the vehicle on their weapons deck at all. Or they see it before we have to detonate it. Those are the two biggest concerns I see with that."

This of course left Penn to his own thoughts and actions as everyone seemed to crowd their way up to the cockpit. Wannabe flyboys, he thought with an amused smirk, turning to refine the work he had done on the Mongoose, maximizing the damage it would do while minimizing its volatility as much as he could. Which wasn't much, the damn thing was a deathtrap now. Well, it was a deathtrap before, no protection and no arms on the thing, but now even one round that missed would wipe more than just the 'goose out. He wasn't a fan of the things, not personally or professionally. Scout vehicles, that was about all they were good for. He would take a Warthog or even a civilian truck of some sort over that thing any day of the week. No, he thought honestly, if he had his say in the matter, he would sooner send a tank in and level whatever the place was. Or, for this mission, just rig the ship's reactor to go critical and send the ship into its death throes. But no, it was scouting and chaos if called for. And Cal's idea was good for that, so he was ready to roll the bombgoose out, as he was calling it now, whenever.

Cal smacked Alaska's helmet as he got up. "I don't date girls who can drive better than me Alaska." He said in a cheeky voice as he left her. Stepping back into the bay he released the brakes on the bombgoose. "Penn grab the spare and hide it, I'll push this over to gunnery deck and hide it behind some shells. Should be a good time, when it blows." He chuckled as Alaska swung them in and he disengaged the mag-clamps letting the ATV's roll. Pushing his off he jump down behind it. He drew his assault rifle scanning the hanger, it was clear for the moment so he moved towards the door. "Penn lets move to the the armory, on the way out we trash it. Give them something to rather than launching fighters after us, Pelicans are deathtraps in the air." He said carefully moving along.

He called Team One and Alaska. "This is team two, were on the ship, moving to set up distraction. Give us a green light whenever, we will try not to caught. But if you here the boom assume were comprised and that were going to plan B." He said cutting the comm. He then turned to Penn. "Can you walk the Mon-geese while I clear the way.

It was very quiet as they made their way through the halls. Ominously quiet, almost too quiet. North kept South by his side, where he could keep an eye on her as he continually scanned the halls with his thermals. They came across only a couple of patrols, which they were easily able to avoid thanks to the advanced warnings they were getting from Wash’s trackers and his thermals. They made it to the door and South quickly paused the boys to unlock the door. This was the room where their objective was, she felt like there was a good chance it would have some kind of security going on.

It only took her about fifteen seconds to get the door unlocked and disarmed and as Wash counted down she opened it for them as the boy’s burst through. North trained his gun to the man, but Wash just casually strolled in and pulled him aside, so he let it rest as South moved about closing and locking the door before making her way over to the computer at Wash’s prompting. “Team’s Two and Three this is Team One, we’re in position, South’s getting to work on the computer should be…” He looked up at her and tried to judge how long she’d be based off the look on her face and then back down.

“About ten minutes. So far everything’s been going smoothly.” He chuckled softly to himself. “Who knows we may not even need a distraction.” He could only imagine Cal and Penn’s disappointment at not getting to blow up the Mongoose. They’d probably have to leave it there if they didn’t use it, didn’t want something rigged to blow on their ship when they were trying to make a silent getaway. “I’ll keep you posted.” He said as he closed the com down. Didn’t want too much radio activity, could draw unwanted attention.

"What about you, you've been with for a week now, think we're ready?"

"Honestly, I think we're a rag-tag team of the top ranking... well most of us ranking, people each with a specialized field... well most of us specialized, who are set up in such a way we can pull off most missions that this little outfit might need. So do I think we can do it, yeah, do I feel like something is iffy... a little." Oregon said as the Pelican moved into the surprisingly empty bay.
Walking onto the ship, something felt weird as everyone moved the payload around, Oregon watched taking in the details, and waiting for there to be movement. Pistol at the ready,

"Alright boys and girls, how long till all of this distraction is set-up?"

Whilst south was doing her job, wash took the opportunity to interrogate the IT guy. He turned on his voice modulator to disguise his voice. He started talking in a gruff tone, "You," he turned to the man, "You're the IT person i presume?" he nodded his head quickly and nervously, "Ye..yes I..I'm the temp they told me t...that i was s.s.supposed to check everything before we jumped” wash moved towards him watching his every move. He saw him slowly put both hands behind his back, “Come on man we need details, co-ordinates, system names, something. Wait, what have you got behind your back” Wash asked, he moved his arm to see a transmitter. It was a silent alarm. The door opened to 7 men each holding rifles, “You messed with the wrong ship, now put your hands up and drop year weapons” Ordered the one at the front. Wash Turned off his external speakers, “things are about to get loud” he looked over to north and spoke, “I’m going to put down my gun and run for the three in the middle, you go for the four outside them.” He put down his pistol and activated his external speakers. “Okay, okay I’m putting down the gun.”

As soon as the pistol touched the floor he ran at them. He dropped his shoulder, barging two of the three men into a wall. He turned to the other, the one who was shouting orders. As Wash ran up to him, he proceeded to fire a few shoots with his pistol, all of which missed. When Wash got close to him he threw two punches at his chest each one was deflected the man proceeded to throw three of his own, the first and second hit Washington’s chest with a thud, but not doing too much damage, the third was intercepted by wash’s open hand. He grabbed it and squeezed hard, pushing his arm back into his socket. As he collapsed he kicked him in the head, knocking him out. He shouted over to south, “How long we got on that download?”

Alaska saw the mongoose as well as team get out the back. "Iowa Come in here, I need you to monitor signals from the ship," She once again fired up the engines and flew out, she stayed just inside of radio contact. "This is Team Charlie, We're ready and waiting for Evac, Weapons and engines are hot." She monitored the radio “Shit, Team B, Cal, you might need to put that plan of yours into action, we’re having some trouble with team A” she turned off the radio, “Iowa make sure team A are safe.” she rebelled against him, but she wasn’t going to lose him again.

North turned quickly towards the door as it burst open and held his hands up. Unlike Wash his gun had been holstered, so he just had to stand there with his hands up as Wash relayed the plan to him. Instantly his eyes glance back to South who was… gone? He had to do a double take, which was really difficult considering if he turned his head too much they’d think he was up to something. But he just couldn’t see her anywhere. He didn’t have too much time to worry about where his sister had gone, however because they now had a plan.

He waited, his fingers practically twitching with excitement as he got ready for what was to come. Wash burst forward and in a second his gun was in his hands. Four shots and two seconds was all he needed. Before Wash had even made it to his enemies, before they had a chance to react four of them fell dead to the floor. North stood there, casually almost, he seemed hardly effect by what he’d done as Wash took down the remaining enemy. He then turned his attention to the I.T guy and with the same coldness raised his gun and shot him.

He was going to have to die anyway. No one was supposed to know they were here. It wasn’t something he enjoyed, it was just part of the mission. Plus that guy had put his sister in danger, wherever she was, and that was something he was not going to forget. He heard a soft noise from behind him and turned quickly, South having appeared out of virtually nowhere. He couldn’t see her face, but he could guess well enough that she probably looked a little scared. “Are you alright?” He asked as he made his way over to her.

She continued to stare at the now dead or unconscious men before she eventually tore her gaze away to look at him and nodded very slowly. North nodded in response and looked back to the computer. “Come on, the sooner you get finished the quicker we can get out of here.”

She nodded slightly and quickly returned to the computer. A few seconds later the doors shut suddenly, causing North to jump. “That will buy us at least five minutes next time someone shows up at the door.” She explained quickly in case North or Wash thought it was something dangerous. “I’ve got another minute or two here.” She assured them with confidence.

North nodded slightly and decided it was time they wrap this up. It couldn’t look like anyone had been in this room and with all the bodies that was going to make it a little difficult. “Team Three we’re ready for evac.” He reported before changing the channel. “Team Two we need you guys to create as much damage as you can.” North asked them, figuring Penn and Cal would be more than happy to blow stuff up. It was a less than desirable plan for him, but they needed a way to make these bodies look inconspicuous.

Carolina had just parked the none exploding mongoose when got the call. He grabbed ammo case and duct tape tapping down the acceleraor and pointing it towards the gunnery deck. "This is Carolina. Team one go we can take the heat." He let it fly and watched it explode the gunnery deck lighting up as patched into there loud speakers. "If you want me I'm in the armory, C deck, section F. Come get ass holes." He yelled unloading a clip in to two patroling guards.

He hoped South and the others were okay, his thoughts turn to them as traded fire with a growing number of very pissed of marines. "Penn! Can you please tell if theres something useful in the armory!" He yelled taking out for more of the fools.

Iowa ran through thought after thought in his head, “Hmmm,” he paused for a moment “I have a feeling I know what you mean, each one of us understands our own field, me medical, south data, and so on, but we’ve only had a week of training, with only one or two sims, I can see this ‘little’ organisation going down fast.” As Team B left the vehicle Iowa shouted after them, “Hey don’t get yourself killed out there, I want someone to have a drink with afterwards,” Iowa entered the Pilot’s cabin as soon as Alaska had called him. He loaded up all the medical reports the suits were sending out. And then loaded up the radio channel, proceeding to patch in Alaska. “Okay and we’re in” he announced.

He responded to Cal as soon as it came in on his radio “Okay Cheers Cal, Team B that gives you a clear line to the hangar, I’m tracking your movement there,” He nodded to Alaska “Meet up in the small Hangar where you were dropped off, We’ll be there” He quickly jumped out the co-pilot’s seat and to where he had left his satchel of medical supplies, He picked them up and prepared all his equipment, in case there was any last minute injuries. He then went up to the machine gun spinning it up. “I’m ready when you are Alaska”

Wash looked at the body of the IT guy, he wasn't surprised about what North had done, in fact if he was in the same posistion he would've done the same thing. He did some quick ideas in his head, the team could move back to the hangar the same way they came in, or they could move through a ventilation shaft. "Okay Cal, Just make sure you don't put yourself in danger we need you alive right now.". He moved to the door and opened it up, to see guys running away from the room towards cal's position, he closed it and turned North and south with a sly smile, "How well can you guys act?" he grabbed one othe guys communicators and got the frequency, and tapped it in to his comm channel. "This is spartan team 4 some juy just opened up on this IT guy, we've dealt with them and are on our way to that guy's posistion." there was a breif point of radio silence before a reply came, "Roger that ST4 we'll get a clean up crew ASAP" Wash moved over and swapped weapons with one of the troops putting it in his hand with a half empty magazine. "Cheers control, ST4 out." He called South and North foward with him as he turned off his speakers to talk to North and South, "They think we're moving to Cal's position just keep moving to the hangar and don't talk to anyone."

Alaske fired up the engines knowing that the mision had gone loud, she entered the large hangar and swinged the shuttle in, after that she booted up the comm channel "This is Alaska to all remaining teams on board the ship we are waiting in the larger hangar make you way here and we'll have it secure," when wash came in she singled his team "you might want to keep your eyes on the door, we need to keep this hangar secure." once Alaska finnished speaking washington moved to find some cover, he moved some boxes to make a small wall that he could hide behind, he took out his shotgun, jumped behind his little wall and aimed at the door.

"This is Alaska to all remaining teams on board the ship we are waiting in the larger hangar make you way here and we'll have it secure,""you might want to keep your eyes on the door, we need to keep this hangar secure."

"Looks like our day gets better and better doesn't it?" Oregon said to himself, knowing the other hanger wasn't to far but how crowded was it was the new question. "Cal, you said armoury right? Heading your way. Penn, where are you? We don't have much time to kill before we have none." Moving down one of the hallways, Oregon ran into one of the guards standing there back turned looking at a down the hall with the sign saying armoury.

"Oi, mate"
"Whoa, stop where you are. You're one of them aren't you!?"
Poor boy is about to piss himself, you could hear his fear, "Look, set the rifle down, I won't kill you"
It was surprising to see the kid put his rifle down, Oregon quickly slammed his head into the wall knocking him out, "Sorry bout the headache!" Oregon called as he ran down the hallway to meet up with Cal

North nodded slightly to Wash and then again with Alaska told them where the evac location was. He turned to South who pulled a small device from the computer as the door opened and she turned to the unconscious men once more. She turned to the small panel on her arm and pressed a few buttons before her amour began changing colour until it matched the guards of the ship. “Ta-da!” She said as she quickly hurried after the boys as they made their way to the hanger. Whatever Group Two was doing, it was working well enough.

They made it to the hanger without any other encounters, South returning to her normal amour colour to avoid confusion and potentially being shot at by her own team mates and North quickly made his way up to the cockpit to check in with Alaska. South stayed close to the entrance of the ship, watching out anxiously. She could hear loud sounds outside the hanger, no doubt results of the chaos and distraction Team Two were causing. She hoped they were all okay.

Carolina was not having a good time, apparently exploding the main gunnery deck and the chain reaction with the ammo had pissed off most the crew. However because the damage wasn't to life support they kept coming and Carolina was fast running out of bullets for his assault rifle. He sprinted across the hall unleashing a hail of fire throwing the rifle on to his back looking around for anything he could use. He smiled when he spotted it. "Hey Alaska I hope you got heavy lift gear, I found a new toy." He smiled at the prototype Mantis before him. It was time to have some fun. He climbed into the cockpit bringing systems online as the Marines in circled the armory he brought the gun to bear.

"Hello boys, hope you don't mind me borrowing this!" They ran as opened fired the War machine rolling out as broke through locked down doors and bulkheads. "Guys I've got a lot of heat on me, so be ready to mag lock me in and go. No time for me to get out." He spun it back around missiles flying as he gunned more troops. However now the open ground play to there favor as well as the fact that others had arrive, a sniper round ripped into the canopy blasting through his side. "Damn it!" He howled backing the thing up to the pelican, the guns running dry as kept his fingers on the triggers.

Penn had, once prepping the Bombgoose for its final destination, watched as Carolina opened up on the guards and took off. Penn had another plan, heading for the higher decks of the armory, skulking along at the commotion and laying down the rest of his explosives in the undamaged ammo lines. Calmly walking, he heard yelling behind him and several rounds pinged by him, including off his armor. Well, that was rude, he turned and raised his grenade launcher towards the offending security personnel. The paintjob didn't come cheap, after all. The weapon's familiar recoil thumped into his shoulder as he sent the grenade apparently wide of its target, the round detonating and setting off another chain reaction of explosions that he had just so carefully laid out. Just as planned. Of course, the ammo cooking off took care of the people coming after him, but that was icing on the cake, as it were.

Glancing down towards the main deck of the armory, he spotted the prototype flying along and Penn rolled his eyes as he hopped down an access hatch and grabbed the Mongoose that was not already well and gone beyond anything he would ever want to be near right now. Kicking it into gear he sped out near the Mantis and made a loose saluting gesture towards Carolina, before pointing the grenade launcher back and launching another round back and effectively dumping grenades behind him, pins obviously not in place to prevent their detonation. This added to the chaos of their escape, as did pretty much every explosive device that Penn had left being dumped and detonated as hostiles chasing them reached each impromptu landmine. Between that and the rapidly depleted Mantis, it created quite the nightmare for the enemy forces. Arriving at the Pelican alongside the Mantis, he pulled up in the Mongoose and turned it to provide some small cover, kneeling behind it and starting to fire every last grenade he had for his launcher towards enemy groups, and when he ran dry on those, fell back on his pistols and took his time firing those, making rounds count.

"Penn, reporting."

Iowa watched the door and nearly fired upon South when she entered in guard colours, if it wasn't for Wash and North standing beside her he probably would. He was fully spinning up with machinegun as the loud noises. Iowa heard the sniper round from the pelican, he checked his pad and looked at Call, he was losing blood at an alarming pace. "Penn, can you get on the gun? Cal needs medical attention."

Iowa climbed on the cock pit to examine Cal, he treid his best but with Cal sitting down it made it harder to see, he put on a calm, but not condescending tone. "Listen Cal, i need to examine that wound, This is going to hurt, for you to move i need to get you out of the cockpit. Just don't bite your lip." He dragged him out and carefully placed him on the side. he examined his injury it was clean shot right through his armour, and out the otherside, it had hit his left kidney, "Shit" he rushed over to his bag to grab some bio-foam, "This is gonna sting like a bitch, but it will keep you alive," He grabbed the can and sprayed it in the whole in the armour. "the rifles round glanced your left kidney, we need to get you out of here ASAP." He went into the cockpit, "Alaska We need to leave, as in right now, or else Cal isn't going to make it.". He walked back to his patient again. He put a needle into the space between his armour plating which inserted a chip to make the surgery team's job a bit easier. He grabbed the pad again and looked at Cal again, his vitals weren't dropping anymore, he was stable bit still in danger.

"Understood, manning the gun."

Penn was either unconcerned, or too focused, to seem worried about the wound that one of his squadmates had suffered. Whatever the case may be, the man wasted no time rolling from the damaged Mongoose he had been sheltered behind to grab onto the machine gun that had just been abandoned due to combat injuries. Several of the oncoming forces seemed to try to stop Agent Pennsylvania by focusing fire on the gun mount, but to their dismay, the reinforced armor that the demo expert wore was made of sterner stuff then that of his fellow agents. Some of the rounds made it through the extra layers, but not the whole way. Which was good, considering where the medical attention was focused right now, additional injuries were hardly needed. The weapon started spitting a wave of lead downrange towards the guards, and he swept the torrent of fire across the ranks and heads of the enemies approaching the Pelican. Suppression was preferable to sheer carnage right now, they needed to buy enough time for the Pelican to get clear. The suppression fire seemed to work, as he was taking less accurate, effective fire as the enemies scrambled for cover. Wouldn't last long though, not once this thing ran out of ammo or overheated, whichever hit first.

"Might want to get moving before we run out of ammo. Or this thing melts down from the heat generation. Or both. Both is bad."

South felt a small wave of relief when she saw Team Two appear at the hanger door, this quickly vanished when she saw the fire they were under, however fear took hold of her and she could do little more than stand there as they made their way aboard and Cal was pulled aboard the ship bleeding heavily. Everything seemed to move slower for her, her eyes fixed on the man as blood slipped onto the floor. Bullets were still flying in their direction and all she could do was stand there, useless.

North turned his head slightly as the room behind them exploded with noise. He looked back to Alaska for a moment and nodded his head at her. “I’m gonna go help them.” He informed her as he left the cockpit, trusting Alaska to do what she did best. She was more than competent to get them out of there. He grabbed his gun as he made his way to the entrance of the pelican and did what he did best, though he was limited by the reload time of the sniper even his accuracy wasn’t making more than a small dent in the enemy. However he was hoping it was enough to give the rest enough time to get to the ship.

At her brother’s appearance South finally drew herself out of her shock and slowly tugged at the gun at her hip, cocking it and aiming at the men at the other side of the hanger. Out of the corner of his eye North noticed her movements and turned to her for a moment. “What are you doing?!” He demanded.

South turned to look at him for a moment and then back at the gun. “Helping.” She said, though she sounded uncertain of herself, as if she didn’t really know what she was doing. “You know my accuracy is almost as good as yours.” She said, trying to reassure herself more than anything else. Raising the gun again she put the enemy in her sights, her finger tensing over the trigger, however she couldn’t bring herself to shoot.

North was suddenly on her and he pressed her down, his body over the top like a shield as a shot flew right past where the girl had just been. Both of them remained silent for a moment as they looked at each other before North turned away and resumed shooting. “Stay down.” He told her, the voice sounding soft all of a sudden. "Come on Penn!" The softness was gone as her brother's voice roared across the hanger.

Calorina groaned as he coughed and spurted throwing his helmet off he pulled both his SMG's off his waist and began to fire. "Penn I got you covered get in, Alaska please tell I can keep the death robot. It can flip scorpion tanks!" He chuckled before coughing up more blood as he changed magazines keeping his fingers on triggers. "Iowa I'm fine... I can take it." He groaned as he opened back up on a wave of advancing marines. His mind was in over time he could barely stay awake but he had to, a coma was not an option right not. As he emptied his mags and relaxed his muscles however his mind gave out on him.

Carolina collapsed to the floor floor coughing up more blood as he slipped in to shock and then comatose. He remained stable but went from fighting to unconscious in record time. His brain had done it, knowing that if he had kept it up he would have made the wound worse and made Iowa's job much harder when they returned. Cal's helmet rolled slowly towards the the edge of the dropship discard moments ago in his pain induced blood lust.

The rattling of the turret finally fusing into a mess of permanent disuse prompted the Demolition Experts retreat as much as the yelling from the rest of the team. Penn bolted, the weapon glowing and steaming from the abuse that it had just been put under. Empty launcher on his back, mostly spent pistols on his hips, and not one explosive left from what he brought aboard gave him an edge in the speed category he normally didn't have. Usually he had a lot more gear, and weight from that gear, slowing him down. Even so, the reinforced armor did not help in this case, more rounds starting to get closer, the last burst of suppressing fire from Cal gave him the cover he needed to get aboard the ship alongside the rest of the team, scooping up his comrade's fallen helmet in one arm, turning and opening fire with his suppressed pistol in the other, breathing hard but not broadcasting that needless white noise. He replied to North as if the man had just idly asked for the weather.

"Agent Penn, aboard. Loose helmet, secured. Explosives, spent. Primary weapon, spent. Secondary, below 25% ammunition left. Superficial and outer layer damage to armor. Still capable of maintaining seal against space vacuum." Brief, concise status report on his situation was all that was needed right now. He would keep firing his sidearm until they lifted off, or he ran completely dry on that too, whichever came first. From the look of things, Carolina needed to get back to see proper first aid. Not surprising, looking at the injury. Mental note for himself to repair the armor and not take any shortcuts, so that did not happen to him needlessly.

As the each member of the team came it seemed they attracted more and more attention towards the base. As Cal backed up onto the ship she booted up the clamps, doing the same with Penn’s mongoose when he came up. She called back to Cal as he got clamped down, “I knew you were big Cal, but I think you just put on 60 pounds in a few minutes.” When Iowa came in she started to focus, She then addressed everyone, “Right then people we need a quick exit, so if you’re not on this pelican in 60 seconds you’re getting left behind”. He activated some flares to create some smoke for a clear exit. “LET’S MOVE PEOPLE!!” She announced.

Wash had been behind his crates with his shotgun firing at the closest person that came close blowing him back 30 feet. He noticed that Cal was slowly running low of ammo, as was Penn. He threw his shotgun into the pelican and pulled out his pistol, and grabbed one from one of the bodies. He fired constantly taking out five marines. As the mag want dry he dropped the spare he’d picked up and threw a grenade from the corpse just as the smoke fired. He forgot that he’d just pulled the grenade. He quickly threw it towards door. He ran up to the pelican grabbing his shotgun again. He fired a few shots as the pelican flew off.

All of a sudden, the sound of a missile lock loomed over the shuttle "THIS IS ALPHA ROMEO PLEASE RESPOND," no reply, "Fuck this." she shut down the coms system, "We're on our own, You might want to buckle up back there!” She throttled up to full putting on the after burners, doing a flip causing the missile to fire back at the ship it was fired from, No other signs of engagement, I think we’re clear. She proceeded to move towards the rendezvous location. Hoping that they would manage to get there soon, “Eta 3 hours” She was using all of her excess fuel but she understood she needed to back as fast as possible.

Wash looked at cal's unconcious body, As he buckled him self into the seat. "Anything we can do about him Iowa?" He was worried for Cal, He was a good man, just a bit head strong.