USV-Hammer
Bridge
"Sir, all enemy contacts eliminated. It's all quiet...for now."
"And do what, get yourself killed, or worse. Capture is not something you want with these people, and they won't be merciful. You saw what they did our home,....your aunt. Do you even have a plan, hmm. If you want to help, then you need to stay here, where it's safe.", Jack said his serious tone unchanged and unhindered by his daughter's bravado, and stubborness.
Jack stood and kneeled before Adria at her height to even it before hugging her, his voice now more warmer, "I will get your brother back, and I can understand wanting to help yourself. But I will not risk another one of my children. I love you too much to put you at risk without knowing your ready. Beside who will be here to welcome him back if we're all down there."
After a moment he let go and retook his seat, "Please Adria, take a seat."
SPACE
He sent the fleet the signal to regroup and send shuttles for the survivors aboard the two crippled cruisers, the helpless ships soon having USV-Anvil, the other battle carrier, and hook lines attached. Once secured, they were tugged along by the much larger ship as they resumed course towards the planet.
The signal for all pods to enter standby was sent, setting for the occupants to strap in as the drop approached. U-1s and a couple of the frigates gathered and prepped to act as escort.
USV-Hammer:flight deck
Mark sat in the egg shaped space in his mind that represented the shared space he and his copilot Chlorate shared for communication. The tarp covered mech still knelt unmoved, and now served as the host body for the pairs minds, the armor plating feeling like just another layer of skin. The deck plates beneath them were cool to the touch as Mark ran a few last diagnostics and system checks. All readings were green, bringing a smile to his face as the new unit showed ready and waiting.
The standby signal was what he was waiting for, as it was his que to start the short brief before leaving feet first into an icy hell. He whipped the tarp off of them and stood, his mechanized joints whirring almost silently as he did so. With his optics panning across the readied force, his vocal speaker made the sound of a clearing throat.
"Alright, game time ladies and gentlemen. We've reached out destination and are now descending towards the planet below. Once we reach high altitude, all pods will deploy, and will be escorted by U-1s, along with frigates USV-Liberator, and USV-Vortex. This drop is in two waves. Wave one will be landing on the ground just a little ways from the facility. Their objective is to secure the top half of the base, eliminating the majority of the enemy's forces. Expect heavy resistance and AA fire.", Mark broadcasted both over comms and his vocal speaker before pausing.
"Wave two. Your target is the lower half of the facility where there will likely be fewer forces. Hammer and Anvil will hit the ice above the body of water underneath our recon drones deep scans picked up. Given the weather the image is spotty and the lower half's presence is the only solid certainty. Now it's unlikely there will be many defensive measures offensive wise down there, but be prepared for anything. Once they hit that ice with the main guns, the rest of the fleet will concentrate their fire there blowing a hole. The second wave of pods will then deploy into the water and breach the lower facility. Secure it and any captives, prep them for transport. Once first wave has secured the top half clearing the way, we pull out with everyone we can. Then we nuke the place to hell from orbit.", He continued a moment later.
His part was simple, move in with first wave and neutralize defenses, and enemy armor if present, marking hard targets for precision orbital strikes, then join them on foot to secure the topside half of the base. After reconnecting the lifts, they would need to defend them.
"Now who's ready for a combat drop? Who's ready to rain the hurt, and teach these assholes they don't mess with our people? SABER, are you with me!", He shouted enthusiastically, hoping to drum up moral.
A chorus of voices rose to answer the call.
Neera was nodded slightly, "Dad was always one for hype. What do you think LT? Think we have a good chance at success?"