At the moment of impact the 7th were being the extraordinary warriors they always were, colloquially this meant they were currently asleep. During hyperspace jumps during most hours UEE ships mostly ran on ghost crews expect for those in the bridge and engineering as the dangers of real space were far and distant away or so they presumed and once traveling at FTL speeds the Lincoln basically ran itself speeding towards its intend destination. This generally gave time for pilots and soldiers to get some well deserved R&R before they were thrown into the next battle for their lives. You caught your forty winks when you could during wartime and wherever you could get it even in the low hanging cramped bunks of the Lincoln. As the Coalition experimental harpoon made impact the rumbled would of been enough to wake up any of the light sleepers. Moments later when the Lincoln was forcibly ripped from hyperspace surely it would wake everyone else up. The jerking moment of the sudden deceleration throwing personal objects, people and anything else not bolted to the floor or strapped in about.

Commander Trapp himself had awoken to the rumble and as he rose from his bed to see what was happening he was thrown forward getting sprawled across the narrow floor of the bunk room. Letting out a few choice words that would make his mother blush he pushed himself to his feet as the ship groaned in protest. He looked around quickly first making sure nothing was on fire before checking to make sure the rest of the 7th had all made it through all right. Or at least the half of his squad equipped with male genitalia for as progressive as the UEE was in its everyone can die for their country policy, bunk rooms and bathroom facilities were segregated upon gender. While some argue this keeps things more crowded in ships like the Lincoln as people had to be fit by gender like tuna cans instead of by person, the santicy of the empire needed to be upheld because god forbid the Coalition found the UEE too crass. 

[center][color=yellow][b]"All hands to battle stations, repeat all hands to battle stations."[/b][/color][/center] 

The calm, cold, and collected robotic voice chimed automatically, oblivious of their commencing and apparent doom as Trapp and the rest pulled their flight suits on quickly. They were fast and efficient you don't get through the first week of 101st training without being able to put on your suit in under a minute and it gets harsher as they weeks go on blindfolds, gas grenades, bound and gagged, getting kicked at the 101st drill sergeants made sure when push came to shove you could be battle ready as quickly as possible. As he started moving towards the door Trapp wondered in his head what the hell was going on. They were in hyperspace, it was supposed to be somewhere safe... if the Coalition could hit you there.... where couldn't they. [color=lightgreen]"Alright let's move!"[/color] Trapp yelled to the male half of the 7th as they filed out of the bunkroom and into the hallway of the Lincoln.

The hallway was filled with chaos people running every which way as they got to their respective duties, a few man of the damage control until running towards the engineering wing with fire extinguishes and determined looks upon their faces. Trapp for a moment wondered if somehow the engineering crew had mad a miscalculation and the reactor had a discharge, but no that made little sense as why would the robot be telling him to go to battle stations. No this was something much more worse then Trapp could of imagined. The Lincoln rumbled again as if whatever Coalition forces were attacking them were trying to soften them them up judging from the minor severity of it though he reckoned that it only glanced off at best. Making it down the hall a bit he puled up aside the female bunk room in that section of the ship and poked his head in for a brief moment not caring for common decency in the moment as he give a order. [color=lightgreen]"MAS hanger, double time!"[/color]

Pulling away knowing that he did not have to wait for a response as he sprinted down the corridor as he did the rest of the 7th filed in behind him as they made their way to the MAS hanger the sounds of chaos building around them.

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[center][i]A period of frantic, dramatic sprinting later.[/i][/center] 
[center][color=yellow][b]"Warning hostile mobile armor suits approaching. ETA four minutes."[/b][/color][/center] 



The 7th pulled into the hanger at top speed, Trapp did not even have to look behind him assured that the rest would know the drill and get into their MASs without him having to tell them to do so. The deck crew was moving at a million miles a second strapping on weapons and running last checks on the vehicles before they were thrown into battle. While most repairs after the last battle had been finished some them still were not quite running at full capacity yet. He made a move towards his own Sentry as the crew chief for the hanger waved him down. 

[color=lightblue]"Commander!"[/color] The crew chief yelled intercepting the commander as he approached his vehicle.

[color=lightgreen]"I'm assured that all vehicles are ready for launch?"[/color] Trapp asked tapping his foot against the floor worried.

[color=lightblue]"As ready as they ever will sir! But we have a slight problem with your Sentry sir it was not able to be repaired in time and there are still currently reactor issues that need to be addressed.[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"I appreciate the concern sir but the Lincoln is currently going to have some problems if I don't get in that MAS. We can fix it later!"[/color]

[color=lightblue]"...Understood! Godspeed Commander!"[/color]

Trapp nodded before breaking off and running to the Sentry. While it looked slightly better than it did with no more exposed circuitry and gaping holes in the cockpit it did look a little rough around the edges. Not caring he bounded up the ladder to the catwalk flipping a switch as he did that popped the cockpit open. He bounded over the railing and fell into the seat with a small huff as he buckled himself in. Throwing his helmet atop his head he entered a series of commands as the Sentry roared to life. He brushed several warnings about possible reactor leakage as it read diagnostics checks to him. Main thrusters 75%, Reactor 75%, Armor 50%, all other systems nominal. He shook his head it wasn't the best conditions but it was what he had to work with. He felt the magnetic clamps attached to the MAS as it was pulled to the catapult launcher getting locked into place. The rest of the 7th were getting hooked in around him in a neat little row as numbers began to count down across their screens. As the numbers neared zero he spoke.

[color=lightgreen]"7th Sound off!........ Alright, now [b]launch![/b]"[/color] He roared with a courageous vigor as the catapults rushed them up and out of the Lincoln, rumbling soon ceasing to silence as the void of space surrounded them. The 7th began to take up defense potions around the Lincoln as the shiny new MAS and company were steadily approaching almost within firing range. Trapp looked around taking in his surroundings taking note of the strange ship and its two destroyer he figured the unfamiliar one most of been the one that manged to drag them out of hyperspace. He switch his communications over to secure comms as he sent out a status report to the Captain. 

[color=lightgreen][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxj1si0A9K0]"Fox this is Odin. We are in the position and waiting on your go."[/url][/i][/color]