[i][center]“Odin, once you and your team have dealt with the hardballers, withdraw and stand by on reserve as well."[/center][/i]

[color=lightgreen]”You know Captain, a please once in a while could do wonders on troop morale.”[/color] Odin mused more to himself than anything else. His casual joking manner was not some sort of insubordination, more to keep his attention off the battle preventing him from getting lost within it. He did not even have to order the command as the rest of the intercept team were already moving out into position. Wizard and the rest had dealt with the rest of the hardballers with an efficiency that he expected from a pilot of the quality of Trent. No good jobs were needed, Trent already knew he was one of the best pilots in all the 101st he didn't need Trapp to confirm it for him. They moved into support positions quickly heading to rendezvous with the shuttle.

As they did a warning flashed across his screen as the Lincoln prepared to fire. He managed to afford a glance to his side to see the thing fire. For one moment in time the black void of space lit up in a beautiful display of energy and death. While the Coalition excelled in MAS outpacing them at every step, the UEE was still knew how to make bigger and badder warships. The naval engineers had a joke that they designed the guns first and built the ships around them. As the concentrated ball of plasma hit home and the Coalition aggressor was destroyed Trapp could only let out a low whistle of admiration. He drew his eyes forward again as they pulled into defensive positions and started to lay down covering fire for the Admiral’s ship. Normally he would have disagreed with helping out a man that was just so obviously asking for it, but the Admiral was part of the Imperial family as it where. Soldiers that failed to protect the Emperor's kin risked enraging the man himself and when the Emperor got mad people had an overt tendency to vanish mysteriously. 

[color=lightgreen]”Alright seventh you know what to do. Hatchet, Echo I want you so close to that damn shuttle you can smell the Admiral’s imperial privilege. And Echo, weapons free on the Calamity give em hell. Everybody else fan out into a protective perimeter, not a single shot gets through!”[/color]  Trapp called out as he pulled the Sentry up to the front edge of the forming perimeter and started opening fire. Hatchet and Echo could handle the Ferirs coming in and with the others in close proximity they could move in to help if needed. Targets started to ping on his console and looking outwards he saw dozens of little red lines hurling towards them. The Cruiser had just launched a missile barrage at the Lincoln and it seemed that the majority of the 7th and the Admiral were caught in the middle of the firing solution. He would have called for evasive maneuvers but the damn shuttle would of been too slow to move out of the way. All he could do was let out a curse under his breath before he bellowed over the Comms. 

[color=lightgreen]”[b]Omega[/b] on me! Missile Intercept procedure in two!”[/color] Astelion pulled up to him with a affirmative  and the two began to unload their heavy guns on the incoming volley. Trapp’s hands moved in a frenzy as he punched in a series of commands and moments later the Micro Missile Launcher fired all six shots out, the six became twenty four little carriers of death. Explosions rocketed across the sky as his own missile volley slammed into the oncoming offenders. Astelion was dealing with his own problems swimmingly as his autocannon and machine gun blared through space. Explosion after explosion came but he was not sure how much more of the volley they could handle. Then Astelion’s gruff voice came over the comms.

[b]”Odin! Left!”[/b] Trapp turned just in time to see a missile streaking by heading on a collision course with the shuttle. Trapp let out a curse and floored the accelerator and the sentry chased after the missile. Now he couldn't fire off at the damn thing without risking hitting the shuttle ahead of it and so there was one option left. Trapp didn't like it, he never liked anything that relied too heavily on luck but it was either that or the Admiral died. He let out a single in his native tongue sounding something like scheiße before he acted. He cut ahead of the missile and drew his MAS in tightly in a bracing position. For the outside observer what happened next would seem to be moving in slow motion, the heavy missile came to abrupt halt against the Sentry and moments later there was a flash.

Trapp heard the sudden whoosh as his shields collapsed and then it all went black as the alarm rang out in his cockpit....

[color=red] [center] [b]Status..... 
Armor Integrity: 38%
Warning Cockpit breach detected
Reactor: 70%.... 69%....68%
Shield System: Rebooting
Main Thrusters: Disabled
Pilot Status: .......... Alive.[/b] [/center] [/color]

Trapp was jostled awake as the Sentry smashed into some debris. His console flickered and stuttered as it came back online and bathed the cockpit in gentle light. The first thing he noticed was that his emergency oxygen overtake had switched on, which told him that the cockpit had been breached by the explosion. Looking he saw that the heavy reinforced faux glass/transparant alloy had a hole in the middle of it. Next he noticed the pain mostly coming from his side. Looking down he saw that a shard of said clear substance had embedded itself into his lower abdomen puncturing his flight suit, along with many smaller pieces having cut up the outer protective layer. In short he was bleeding and he wouldn't be able to eject without risk of death. The mask failsafe had saved him from the decompression but he was nowhere out of the woods yet. He took a slow breath to stop his shaking hands before setting to work to at least stabilize the Sentry.


First he moved his right arm upward and found the large emergency switch and flipped it, his abdomen screaming in pain as he reached up. There was a clunk as out in front of him right behind the punctured plating a thin line of metal plating slide out and locked into place. Sentry pilots for the most part tried there best not to use the emergency sealing plate because it blocked vision and forced the pilot to fly either by just the console or through the head mounted helmet camera. As the cockpit was made airtight again, his oxygen mask clicked back from emergency position as it sensed that things leveled out. Next he had to address his currently failing reactor that was slowly dropping now at 58%, he made a quick series of commands into his stuttering console. He was directing coolant out of other major systems such as propulsion and weapons to at least appease the damage device for awhile yet. While it was the equivalent of strapping duct tape on the thing and hoping for it to hold it would at least prevent him from blowing up. The only downside being he had to be very careful to not overheat any of his other systems not running at reduced capacity. Next he had to deal with the whole transparent alloy embedded in his flesh. He reached under his seat and pulled out the standard issue med-kit that was provided for all pilots. He took out a small cylindrical syringe filled with biogel. What he did next would make any trained medical professional cringe. Using his free hand he grabbed the shard hard and ripped it out of his body, while it did more damage coming out, he needed the pathway to be unobstructed for the gel to be applied. He grinded his teeth together in pain as the shard pulled out and before he pass out he slammed the needle into the wound. The smart, expanding, self-sealing antibacterial gel was made to temporarily seal wounds until proper medical attention can be administered, primarily in use by the 101st Special Forces Legion, it still found its uses in the mobile armor division as well. He breathed out in relief as the gel dulled the pain. It would keep him functional at least to the end of combat. Than the Lincoln’s medical crew would have to patch him up fully.

Trapp flipped one final switch and with it he activated the head mounted camera on the Sentry. Coming out of its small concealed port it stuttered to life and a display of the outside world came into view. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xFyX_rkTGM]For a moment all Trapp did was look out in awe at the wondrous display in front of him.[/url] Plasma lighting up the void as each shot was cast into the void. It would take more than some damn missile to keep him from witnessing something like that. Finally his comms and shields slowly came to life as power began to pump back through the Sentry. The first thing he heard was a dry and unamused voice calling out to him.

[b]“Yo Odin, you dead yet?”[/b]

[color=lightgreen]“Only in your dreams Astelion.”[/color] Trapp called back a smile on his face as the Sentry came back to life. A solid hit could rip through the Sentry which was already in bad shape as it was, he was going to have to play it safe. He spoke again was calmly as possible sending out a status report. [color=lightgreen]“This is Odin. Structural integrity is damaged, main thrusters are blown and I’m switching to reserves. I would not recommend getting into close combat with the MAS at this moment but she won't blow up yet. Moving back into reserve position, let’s make sure that damn shuttle gets back.”[/color]