Silver waited for a few more seconds, but the the new weapons the Geonosians brought into the frame - a sonic cannon of some kind made him change his mind. He saw the side turret of one of the Laarties torn off by a blast from that cannon - glass and blood everywhere on the side of the gunship. Wanting to avoid the same fate for his crew, he hoped to hear the words from Falcon - and he heard them immediately. The Sergeant in charge confirmed that they were good to leave, and they did just so - he lifted Eureka harshly and headed from the arena, blasting whatever came into his sights. Managing to get two turrets that were about to blast them from the sky, the arena disappeared from his sights, and he saw the most magnificent sight in his life. Several Acclamator assault ships were on the Geonosian sky, launching hundreds of gunships and other crafts to deploy their brethren into their first combat mission ever.
Thinking about Echo´s words, he synced up with the nearest Acclamator and confirmed his words." I need a status report, Falcon, ASAP. Wounded, killed, healthy and fighting ready. Both Echo´s data and the data from the AAS Resilient confirms our heading towards north, where most of our forces are heading. Joining them on the first fly path - I need to know how may men I am taking back to the medical staff before returning to flying combat missions." He turned Eureka around and headed towards north, leading the gunships from the arena forward. Then, a large explosion rocked the gunship, causing it to shake violently. He immediately closed and sealed the side doors, as other explosions around Striker started to make them shake wildly. Starting to dive forward and picking up speed, he was determined to make it to the location he received." Falcon, you and your man held on for you dear lives! We got caught in heavy flak - things will get rough! HOLD ON!" Cutting the chatter with this sentence, he armed the trigger on Striker Eureka and heard a familiar buzzing noise - the missiles were being loaded into their tubes, prepared for locking on to targets and being launched.