Kaave shuttle around Nouvellian space
The pilot let out a quiet curse as he heard the message, the situation was becoming more complicated by the second. He looked around the shuttle for a minute, noticing the three crates in the troop bay of the dropship loaded with explosives. There were also charges placed along the wall and ceiling of the dropship, covered by large silver tarps. The crates were aligned in a way that would suggest a bed, with a tarp and a rather worn rucksack acting as a pillow and blanket. The crew did a good job of making the ship look dilapidated and lived in while hiding the literal tons of explosives that were packed in it.
“ Alright, thank you! the Concordant will never forget your hospitality. I will stand by for docking” he said, trying to figure out what he was going to do about this new development. The pilot was armed with an assault rifle that that been modded into a carbine. The caliber of the rounds stayed the same while a wire folding stock was introduced to allow it to be stowed in a cockpit. The rate of fire was more then suburb and it offered an underslung grenade launcher, overkill for what any pilot actually needed. The way he saw it, the pilot had two options; one, kill the crew of the shuttle as they boarded and somehow pilot the alien shuttle back to the scout ship to detonate. Or, affix the explosives to the alien shuttle, let them do their business then detonate when they docked back with their scout ship. Both were complicated and required some degree of luck. There was of course a third option, which was calling SF support. That would require more explosives to be broken down and for a team to quickly make their way to the Kaave shuttle, which wouldn’t happen. It seemed the pilot was on his own for now, he had to rely on his ground training for this engagement. Everyone in the military has been through the same school, everyone has had combat training and everyone has been to the training planets. In the pilots case, he was assigned to a naval wing instead of a marine battalion, based on his early flight aptitude tests. Waiting was the name of the game for right now, waiting for the right time to strike.