As they entered the Dropship Tyrhallan gave his orders to the pilot.
“Go up and make sure you remain unseen, I want you to curve around them and then approach them from behind. I want you to aim for the central frigate. When you are above them, inform us and I’ll jump. Drop the boys off and then scram asap, don’t stick around.”
The pilot having only heard rumours of the Crimson Rider’s tactics eyed him with a look of disbelief before the soldier in him took over and nodded.
“Aye sir.”
 

Terrifying thunderclouds had let loose their lightning. 
As the storm was unleashed the refugee ship had been caught up by the first of the three large frigates.
They had decided to fly lower, so now the shadow of the massive ship took away the last of their light, darkening their sky and their future.
At this rate they would get bombarded and sucked into the battle. 
The wind currents didn’t favour them either as the ship groaned in protest to maintain its course.
Eilis’s face lit up by the flash of the lightning.
She was trembling now, she didn’t only feel fear, she could even feel the air being heavy with magic.
She had never seen the Empire’s might, she had heard reports of their glorious battles, but she hadn’t been able to form any kind of idea to how terrifying the sight actually was.
As the smuggler struggled to maintain control over his own ship, she gazed up at all the machinery and wondered if such a behemoth could be fought. 
She tried to still her trembling hands by clenching them into fists. How the fates had cursed her, if she even attempted to use her magic…. She shook her head trying to tell herself to remain calm. 
[i]Belisio,[/i] she thought. She would have to put her hopes with them. 
She was about to head below decks, when she suddenly felt some unknown force stop her. It was as if something or someone forced her to stay and look up in that moment. Her eyes widened as something caught her eye. She turned towards it, her eyes fixated upon it as the sky was lit up again. In that moment a red flash fell from the sky and unto one of the ships.
[i]A person? [/i] 
She blinked, wondering if her eyes hadn’t deceived her, turning her eyes away for a moment before gazing back up again. 
She was certain that she had seen it, but what could it mean? 
[i]Were they Belisio’s forces or was there something else going on? 
Oh All Mother preserve them…[/i]
Before she could even contemplate further all hell broke loose.
There right before Eilis her eyes the closest of the Frigates was blasted by a tremendous force. It caused the ship to shudder and the blast rocked their tiny ship just from the sheer wind displacement that followed after it. 
She watched a group of armoured men, fly in weapons drawn and firing.
Flying contraptions and fantastic beasts flew past her and if it wasn’t already perfectly clear that they needed to get the hell out of there, a dead body dropped from the sky. 
The Vaimese soldier made a sickening thud as it hit the deck of the ship, just paces away from Eilis. 
Lifeless eyes stared at her as his blood spilled from the horrifying wound on his throat that had ended him. Eilis turned pale shutting her eyes tight, feeling her stomach turn as above her the sky erupted with the cacophony of war. 

As the pilot signalled that they were almost there Tyrhallan stood up and turned to his fellow warriors.
Turning to Leo and Arn as he checked the bindings of his gear one last time.
"When I have jumped I want you to inform the pilot where they need to set you down. As I said you have free reign in this...however I actually want to inform you of what my intentions are during the battle." Tyrhallan said before explaining himself further, should my attempts fail I want you to at least know what I had intended.
"Most people will go for the artery and heart, in this case the engines. I don't plan on doing that, I'd rather use their own weapon against them. I plan to take control of the helm...if we can turn it, we can jam the rudder and set it ablaze...That is where you come in Arn, though I'd advise you not to stick around afterwards. I plan to use it to ram one of the other frigates with." He said matter of factly in a calm tone as he finished with his final check.
"Sir Arn I have not given you my thanks in cooperating with me, should you and I survive I will owe you a favor of your choosing." He said. Should I not survive, my vow will be fulfilled by my kin, this I so swear." He handed him a strange carved stone. It fit in the palm of one's hand and it almost appeared as if it was carved up deliberately.
The center held the letter V, giving off the only indication that this could possibly belong to Tyrhallan.
He then turned to Leo, looking more solemn this time as he clasped his shoulders and shaking him violently.
"I FORBID YOU TO DIE!" He roared at him. "Get back alive, we still have a match to settle!" He told him as his eyes reflected the smirk that tugged the corners of his mouth upward.