"Brace yourselves for impact!" Grissom yelled over the intercom as the ship down down towards the western AA. They had slowed it as much as they could, but they had no way to dock the ship and had to make an emergency landing. On the bridge, Grissom barked out orders to ensure the ship landed without severe damage. "Full power to the shields, shut down the engines and weapon bays, launch the air brake balloons." Grissom gripped onto a railing hard enough o turn his knuckles white. Even with every precaution taken, they would be hitting things very hard. The lower decks had been evacuated as four huge balloons jettisoned out of the back by ultra-strong ropes and cords, slowing the ship down tremendously. Even with the shields at full power, the ship slammed with incredible force, destroying the "landing strip" as it scraped, nose first, along the ground tearing up all the asphalt and stone that made up the road. It tore it's way up the street, mangling houses and whatever was inside as it went towards the western AA, grinding it's way into the plaza surrounding it, slowing to a stop as it neared the AA itself. Once at a stop, it rolled backwards a bit onto it's bottom and balanced on it.
In the sparking and damaged bridge, the crew dragged themselves to their consoles and feet respectively and started to patch up the damage. "Damage...report...ensign." Grissom yelled out, picking himself off of the floor and brushing off the debris.
The Ensign, a skinny young woman with red hair, pulled herself into her seat and punched the console she was working on. It flicked back on and gave her the readings she needed. "It's not RUINED...it's not good...but it's not ruined." Annoyed and endlessly pissed off, Grissom stomped over to the Ensign and slapped her upside the head, eliciting howls of pain and annoyance from her, before looking at the screen himself. "Thirty two percent structural damage, shields are shot, ten percent power, we're missing our noses...and forces inbound. Brilliant."
He went to the intercom then and his voice boomed over the loudspeaker. "Alright crew, no time for dillydally. Pick up yourselves as best as you can, get to your battle stations, and armor up. We made a bit of a ruckus with our landing and the rest of Ulysses' little bastards are coming to pick us apart. Also, Carson-" He trailed off a bit. "-We need somebody to repurpose that big gun outside."
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Carson and the rest of the Dusicyon had done a brilliant job clearing out the soldiers. If it wasn't for them, the entire plan would have gone to ruin by now. The lost wolves would have swarmed them, but because they all but desolated their barracks and holdings with their barrages. Their reserves were dropped well below the 20% line. The only had time to get a single tank out of storage and even now...
Faulkner was screaming as he ran, assault rifle in hand, at the edge of a building, jumping off of it and landing on top of the tank. The pilot immediately tried to turn the tank to get him off, but Faulkner grabbed onto the handle of the hatch, pulling it open and unleashing hell into the cockpit. It wasn't more than a couple seconds before the tank came to a halt and Faulkner pulled out the body, throwing it to the side.
Faulkner was taking care of it. The crew fought hard, harder than Renault was expecting. Persevering under heavy fire and grueling injuries.
Seeing the tank being distracted by the General, Nathaniel stepped onto the scene, coming into the building after seeing Nikola from outside. "I have you." He said as he reached up and grabbed Nikola, helping him off of the metal and to the ground. He gave Nikola a shoulder to rest on for the moment before Faulkner approached them and took Nikola by the arm, dragging him towards the tank. The boy didn't get to object to being thrown on top of the tank. "Listen here you sat sack, my orders are to beat you to a pulp for abandoning ship, but I'm just going to ASSSUUUME that you came down here for the sole reason of stealing this here highly dangerous device with an extreme potential for explosive mayhem, so I shall forgive you on one single condition: You show no mercy and you rip this ball suckers limb from god forsaken limb! Now get to it, boy!"
"Wait wait! Don't shoot! I'm friendly!" A woman yelled over the gunfire as two Crewmates pointed rifles at her. She had Cyrus bleeding and unconscious hanging on her shoulder, barely alive. "He saved me...he needs a doctor, now!"
There were even some surprising allies from unexpected places.
Turning the corner with his partner, Renault and Cari came to a stop as thirty soldiers dressed in Lost Wolves' armor stood with Niesha and Travis. A lithe woman in light armor stepped forward, taking off her helmet. She had light blonde hair and dark blue eyes and light scarring. "I am Melanie, and we are here to join you. We've been beaten into the dirt time and time again by the Lost Wolves and we've had enough. We'll help you take that AA." Renault was in no position to refuse her and simply nodded. "Clear the plaza and you have yourself a home on the Dusicyon." He said. She smiled and yelled, the soldiers behind her yelling with her and running past them, leaving them to escape to safety.
With the assistance of Melanie's renegades, the forces at the AA were split trying to attack the western AA and defend the eastern AA. They were easy pickings for the crew of the Dusicyon, especially once Carson climbed her way into the western AA and started to unleash her bottled up fury onto them. With Nikola patrolling the streets and clearing out stragglers, the assault of Tirbetha came to a close and the last of the soldiers retreated into hiding while the weary and wounded were attended to by the doctor.
Over the next few hours, what crew wasn't laying down from fatigue was helping clean up the mess and start repairs on the Dusicyon as well as the area. Even Renault and Grissom came down to help patch up the ship and clean wounds. It was going to be a long, sleepless night, but even though they were battered and beaten...Tirbetha was theirs.
They had won.