The Colonel overlooked the wrecked transport, and he could see it had not gone down nicely. Moving fast, the aging sniper was able to get into overlook to see the next two patrolmen get nailed by his apprentice. Good, and from the sounds of it, two more were left from her report. Slinging his rifle over his back, he produced an ancient looking weapon. It was still a single action revolver, that much was not wrong. However, the weapon was firing a modern ammunition, the closest analogue for quick thought was a gyrojet ammunition. The weapon fired with little recoil, only the kick of the munition rocketing itself out of the weapon, which made itself a rather high accuracy tool. Slow firing, due to its nature, but it was deceptively designed, and that had saved his life when modern looking firearms would not have been able to compare.

[b]"Copy, two left. Approaching the wrecked craft now, let's see what's left inside..."[/b]

Sliding down the rubble, he trained the pistol on the one man who was left taking cover from the directional fire that had come from Sable, pistol barking as the round whizzed through the air, punching clean through the armor the man was wearing, the spinning and design of the munition burrowing through the armor and carrying well through it. Easy day, that one. No one else was surrounding the craft right now, just a bunch of corpses, and he moved towards the ramp, next round chambered just in case there was trouble inside the transport, someone hiding in wait to ambush either sniper if they came to smoke out any more survivors. He found a survivor alright, but from his position and groaning, he was in no position to really fight right now.

[b]"Got a survivor, barely conscious currently, sweep and clear, then catch up. We take what we can carry and bug out."[/b]

Lighting a cigar the Colonel kept his revolver trained on the remaining trooper, not letting himself get distracted by the commonplace thoughts of how a man in such a position would be no threat, which usually preceded said 'no threat' turning around and blasting whatever was foolish enough to think that into pieces. RIP, indeed. But taking a trooper alive could prove useful, if for no other reason than information and bait. So he kept the weapon trained on the trooper, voice decidedly lacking in accent as he addressed the man as consciousness found him.

[b]"Wrong day to come to work, son. No flashy, sudden movements. Hell, you can stay right where you are right now. Listen to me, and you might get to see someplace warm and safe again before the afterlife."[/b]