**Zyland Bannon- CMS Terra Nova, Fore Station**
"Sh**! What was that?" Isaac's voice suddenly came through on the RIGLink. After several power surges went through the ship, and the communicatoons went offline, it was reasonable to elieve that they were under attack.
"We have an enemy transport approaching the ship." Carver said, then added in exasperation. "What the... It's a da** helicopter!"
"Well, shoot it down!" Isaac yelled back.
"Our defenses aren't responding!" And the little that are aren't hitting it."
"Hand over all controls to me and deal with them! Zyland, how are we on ShockSpace?"
"The drive is more unstable than I thought. Give me time to get this operational. If we jump again, we'll come apart midshock." Zyland responded. They were in quite the pickle here. He needed to work faster. There was a moment before Isaac responded again.
"Carver, hand all controls over to me and get down to the hangar. I've already got twenty andro-troopers down there, but whatever is coming probably won't be fazed by them." Another pause ensued. "Guys, be careful, and listen close for any situation changes. We may have lost long-range comms, but we can still talk to each other.
Zyland nodded. Not that he expected Isaac to here him, but because it was sone wise advice. He wasn't sure about much, but he was sure that anyone who tried to cone to the fore station was getting cut iff at the tram. They needed these supplies if thy were going to get out of there alive. There may not be many potential killers coming now, but if they took too long, they could find themselves neck deep in trouble.