MEDBAY
Kessler frowned as he heard Neon's response, turning around to grab her by the uninjured arm. "Hey! Stop, just stop. Pushing yourself is not going to fix anything, and I am not going to watch you run yourself into the ground. As your captain, I care, because you and I have been through shit. This toughing it lone wolf style bullshit, does not get you anywhere, believe me.....I don't care if I have to drag you, but you need to rest, and take a moment to collect yourself." His expression turned from stern to concerned and worried as he spoke, pleading for her to just take a step back and breath. Knowing the tension was there, and how everything must have weighed on everything, he did something unexpected and gave her a hug. "We all need someone to lean on."
BAR
Mark swirled the drink in his already half empty glass, thinking on the blue haired man's words. It was true, after the terrorist attack a couple days ago when they left the OSO, they should have expected more trouble. This shouldn't have been a surprise, yet it was still somehow shocking. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he felt a bit of positiveness however. After all, Fenrir had been dispatched to give Hades a killing blow, "Sometimes that's when you send in your own wolves."
HANGAR
Whisper tilted his helmeted head for a moment, "That is not something I'd like to share publicly. The reasons for that....are complicated. Just know I'm a bit old fashioned." He smiled under the helmet, tapping the flat of the blade leaned against the plain. Looking over the craft, it looked mostly undamaged despite recent events, a surprising feat of luck if he did say so himself. "This your bird?", his augmented voice asked with a quick nod of the head towards the craft.
"Bridge to Hangar. Sir, we've got a signal from the UFO and have arrived in the area, this also according to the engineers, looks like a prime location for a colony. The only issue is.....we're not going to be able to stay airborne much longer, and there isn't a LZ for miles around here. Orders?", came a somewhat panicked voice of the PA system.
Jack looked up at the sound of the voice, then to Isabelle, "Thank you Izzy, I needed that. It's time I made good on that promise and delivered." he said as he pulled her close to embrace with his arms around her waist. After holding her for a moment, he stood up once more. His armor was in sad disrepair from combat, the plating scorched, dented, scraped, and gouged. The arms had taken the worst though, so he disengaged the pieces for the arms, letting them thunk to the deck before sliding them out of the way with a boot. All that remained of the arms' armor, were the bits that stuck to the hand portions of the under suit. Taking a deep breath, the white haired man began the short walk to the hangar doors, where he sent a signal for them to open........yet nothing. Another reminder of just how bad of a shape the ship was in, forcing him to take another couple steps to the door console, and pulling the manual release handle out.
The massive 2 feet thick blast doors, grounded and shuddered as they were opened, the two halves opening like some mechanical maw. Sunlight began to pour in through the widening gap, filling the spacious hangar with a more natural light then those of the electrical ones within it. They never opened all the way however, which pulled a sigh from Jack as he toggled the safety rails to raise outside the lip of the flight deck. The door had stopped the top edge of the inner door at waist height, the doors' retraction now slowed to a painful crawl. As the doors had parted, wind blew in, fresh air along with it. It was a small comfort as he vaulted over the door to stand outside, and leaning against the safety rail, looked at the area with his own eyes.
Surveying the land, he saw their LZ, granted it needed a renovation. "Hangar to bridge, charge up the main gun and load the cannons. We're clearing a LZ on my target, marking and passing your way.", He said with a smirk.
"Sir, this target is.....will begin immediately.", came the voice from before, confused at first, then realizing the plan. A few moments later, the hum of the plasma cannon that was the Anvil's main gun could be heard. The ship began to turn about, until it's prow faced a ridge of a mountain that curved around the bay.
Jack relayed the signal to fire, a linear blast of cohesive plasma firing from the massive main gun, the blast slamming into the top of the ridge. Rock, dirt, and any vegetation unlucky enough to be on top of the ridge was either disintegrated, or blasted away as the stream of plasma moved across. Once the main gun powered back down, the ship turned about again, moving in an arc towards the ridge. The assault was not over yet though, as the ship's various turret housed cannons turned towards the ridge. After a minute to calculate ammo needed, and how much to fire where, the gun thundered. A reminder at just how much firepower this ship had at it's disposal, the shells, and lasers pound the ridge into a leveled area large enough to support the ship.
Everyone aboard the Anvil, would feel and hear the rumble of the guns. This was shorty replaced by Jack's voice over the PA system, "All hands, brace for a hard landing. I repeat, brace for landing!"
