"With that arm, you won't last twelve minutes into the descent, Rui. We'll fix you up with a quick prosthetic and you can join us on the bottom. In the mean ti-" Pyros began, though was interupted one moment.
"Master General, we have just recieved comfirmation that the guns are silent. Requesting permission to descend into Kennewes' atmosphere and begin deployment." it was Captain Hannah Sherman. Despite the NSS Hammerfell being a Marine Corps ship, it has a Navy Corps presence like all over ships.
Captain Hannah Sherman was basically the ship's 'Driver', as she commanded the Bridge Crew and took care of the Hammerfell. Pyros, however, was command of the ship's Marines. There is often dispute on which person owned the ship, as Pyros used it to train and transport his Blackguard, but Hannah actually commanded the ship. As a higher rank, Pyros would usually assume command in the planetary battles.
"Permission granted, Captain Sherman, position the Hammerfell over the pre-ordained insertion point and begin deployment." Pyros relayed back, and then turned to Alpha squad.
"You fella's want to see something cool? Watch this." Pyros proudly stated to Alpha. With that, the sound of gravitic engines broke the ambience of the battlefield. The clouds seperated and the massive figure of a Shaika broke through the clouds and and cause the water far below to ripple and shake. The massive ship was a combination of Olive Drab Green, and a browny Tan.
The ship settled over the sea and hovered for a moment. Then, like an angered bee nest, 79,950 power armors began streaming out of the launch tubes of the Hammerfell, splitting out into groups and then flying into the water. Shuttles began deploying, to collect wounded, including one coming towards the group of Alpha Marines and Pyros' personal guards.
"Alpha, you have time to board the Hammerfell, commandeer a new set of armors, and join us at the bottom. Ran, the medics will fit you with a prosthetic on request. Good job today, Alpha. You've put a lot into the fight, but we're not done yet, you are dismissed to move to the Hammerfell. I understand though, if you wish to call it a day, but make that clear to my armorers when you board the ship." Pyros stated over the squadwide comm.
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Kokuten stayed silent, reflecting on what happened in the last few hours. The Medic thought back even further to when he told his family he had signed up for the Corps, feeling it was the right thing to do. His father scoffed and scolded him, telling his son that he wouldn't be able to handle combat, Chiaki's weren't for battle. Kokuten had set out to prove his father wrong, and find his place in this universe.
Was his father right?
Kokuten had began to wonder that as soon as they had come under fire. The Chiaki could only think of keeping his head down, and only providing 'suppressing fire'. He didn't want to hurt anyone, it was natural to him, every Chiaki exhibited a quiet pacifism, Kokuten just didn't know it would be so strong. For the past 7 hours, Kokuten wondered if he was actually cut out for the Corps.
When Pyros had shown up, his compliments were recieved with skepticism. Kokuten knew the others had fought bravely, but what did he do? He only hid behind cover and fired off a few rounds. He pulled it together in the end, but it was too late to really make a difference. The Medic came to a conclusion though.
It was his purpose to help people, his purpose to pull them out of combat. He wasn't supposed to be brave, he was supposed to help those who were brave. He looked around at his squad before his attention was stolen by the Hammerfell. As the armors streamed into the water, Kokuten remembered that Delta was the only squad from the NSS Alliance down there with a Medic.
"Permission to speak, sir." Kokuten quickly responded. An audible sigh was heard from the large EARTH, it turned and it's intimidating body turned in his direction.
"What is it, Sergeant..." The Master General stopped speaking for a moment, and then continued with, "Kokuten Chiaki?" The EARTH looked at his retinue for a momnet, one seemed to answer him.
"Oh! The 5th! Ah, I've met your father, Sergeant, at his induction as Head of the Medical Corps, but you had something to say, so shoot." The General stopped to listen to Kokuten.
"Requesting to assist with the intial assault." Kokuten said.
"Sergeant, may I remind you that you are low on ammo." Pyros answered.
"Sir, Epsilon and Delta are down there with one Medic, he's a good friend of mine, and I know he'll do his job, but that's large amount for one Medic to handle." Kokuten explained.
"Your dedication to your squad is admirable, Sergeant, but..." Pyros stopped for a moment as Kokuten stiffened in his stance. "Dammit, alright, you're with us until we locate your other squad."
Pyros looked to the other Alpha members, "Anyone else feel like going without a fresh suit?"
