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"Copy Captain," Alice began to forward the commands to their respective places. Within seconds, gun turrets fully extended themselves and spinning to prepare for engagement. The last of the fighter pilots dashed to their fighters and buckled themselves in as engineers filled fuel tanks, loaded missiles, check systems and hydraulics and giving them their final approvals as some of them made their way to the launching areas. The last of the marines boarded the drop ships, now clutching their rifles or praying as the ramps closed, hoping it wouldn't become an ariel coffin.

"Roger Captain. I will notify you before I attempt to kamikaze the ship into something else." Alice saw the captain giving her an eye, "That was a joke. I will be using whatever related systems I currently posses and will allocate extra computing space for it. We simply have to hoe for Mr. Sans not to get us killed."

She turned her attention to the troops and the pilots, some of which will never be able to see the ship again, "Attention all crew, we are going in hot. Prepare for anything. Should you need extra encouragement, there will be drink and better food available when you get back and cake. Lots of cake. Also refrain from dying, paperwork is a bitch at best. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3me6ifiaNY]For last minute motivation, please enjoy some fine quality banjo music from a few centuries ago.[/url] This will be available for purchase at the crew shop after the battle should we live."

With that, the sound of anarchic banjo music resonated throughout the ship and added one last bit as a precaution, "Warrant Officer O'Henessey be prepared to pilot in case our pilot hates this banjo music enough to have you pilot the Destiny instead. I do hope you know how operate such a craft."