Post by Blackguard on Jul 13, 2015 17:18:46 GMT -5
"Ten clicks out sir," a voice said over the comm line from the gunship's cockpit, and the group in the jump seats got a bit more animated.
The leader of the team nodded and then went into the sit rep for the ground assault. "Listen up, people! Do not, I repeat do not underestimate the enemy. We are there to get resources--both material and biological. The mission is what it has always been. We make this world safe for the powerless. We win the day, or everyone loses. Any questions?"
"Sir, how many of them are on location?" a gunner said as she prepped her gear for what must have been the millionth time. "When we went into that last stronghold..."
"We are going in blind until we are on top of them. I hate these types of missions as much as you do, but we will prevail. They will not know what hit them until it's too late. Thank God for stealth tech."
"Long range sensors are picking up Asgardian magic as well as Celtic," a member of the gunship's flight crew said over the comm before the leader punched his hand into the bulkhead. "Sir, we'll have a better idea of the mutant/mystic ratio soon."
"You better, or your ass is grass!" the team leader yelled back toward the crew before walking back toward the ramp at the rear of the transport. "We are not going to lose anyone today! Is that understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" the team shouted back before the leader checked the radar again. He had lost too many people in their last fight, and that was not going to happen again.
The leader of the team nodded and then went into the sit rep for the ground assault. "Listen up, people! Do not, I repeat do not underestimate the enemy. We are there to get resources--both material and biological. The mission is what it has always been. We make this world safe for the powerless. We win the day, or everyone loses. Any questions?"
"Sir, how many of them are on location?" a gunner said as she prepped her gear for what must have been the millionth time. "When we went into that last stronghold..."
"We are going in blind until we are on top of them. I hate these types of missions as much as you do, but we will prevail. They will not know what hit them until it's too late. Thank God for stealth tech."
"Long range sensors are picking up Asgardian magic as well as Celtic," a member of the gunship's flight crew said over the comm before the leader punched his hand into the bulkhead. "Sir, we'll have a better idea of the mutant/mystic ratio soon."
"You better, or your ass is grass!" the team leader yelled back toward the crew before walking back toward the ramp at the rear of the transport. "We are not going to lose anyone today! Is that understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" the team shouted back before the leader checked the radar again. He had lost too many people in their last fight, and that was not going to happen again.
