**Isaac Clarke- CMS Terra Nova, Bridge**

Isaac smirked as he realized the present situation. This chopper could only disable his weapons so quickly, and the fight outside the ship had reached equilibrium. Guns and other functions were coming back online as quickly as others were being brought down. This put Isaac in the situation where he had the upper hand, considering the fact that his one HDCB gun dealt quite a bit of damage to the vehicle. Though something was off about it, as he observed the contact from his observation screen. That would have easily ripped through any normal helicopter any day. This one seemed to merely be dented, as if he had broken the skin of a person but not penetrated beyond that.

"This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder..." He sighed to himself, firing more beams and launching a volley of missiles.

**John Carver- CMS Terra Nova hallways**

"Good guys?" Carver asked, dumbfounded. "If we ever happened to find ourselves in contact with any group who can be remotely considered 'good guys', that would be a welcome change in the pattern if life." It was true. Ever since the Tau Volantis incident, his view of who were the good guys had been skewed. Everyone seemed to have qualities that would deem them evil in their own right. This group was no different, but maybe the people this man talked about really were alright.

He shook his thoughts off. At this moment, he needed to ficus on the life and death scenario at hand. "I saw the files that described your group's actions myself. Spare me the bullsh**, we'll find out exactly what the other guys' motives and such are for ourselves. Right now, I recommend hopping back on your helicopter and going home. You haven't seen nothing yet." He finished his statement with confidence, swapped his current weapon for his contact beam, and shifted into an appropriate fighting stance. Super strength and speed was something he had fought already. Whatever his... Utility was would be a bother. Strategies began forming in his head.