They exited into the system, and saw the Turian ships nearby. "Turian fleet this is the Terminus fleet. We will provide ground fire support and evac anyone still alive down on the planet." As the fleets grew closer to one another, shuttles from the Terminus Fleet launched, making their way down to the planet. In total there were about fifteen of them, five of which belonged to William's crew. 

"If anyone is alive down on Arcadia, hold your fire skywards, we are coming in to help you. And if you could give us a general idea of where to land, that'd be great." William looked out the viewport of his shuttle, and saw what looked like a dig site, and a few Alliance soldiers still fighting for their lives. "Land us over there, teams two through five back us up. The rest of you stay on stand by." The shuttles veered towards the entrenched, where they saw a fair amount of Reaper ground troops, both dead and living ones. "Alright boys, let's do this!" 

The shirts landed with a bit of a thud, the doors opened, and weapons fire opened up on the living Reaper Husks. The Husks were caught between hammer and anvil, and were shredded to bits. When the smoke cleared, both literal and theoretical, the group of mercs stood opposite of the group of Alliance soldiers. William made his way to the front of the group, and spoke in a loud voice, "So, is anyone going to tell me what the fuck is so important on this planet?"