Hearing what Reya asked of Family Man, Marit walked Archie over to the containers closest to the entrance. Lifting three to get a feel for their weight, she dragged them over to the side of the gate, pausing to look around the sky after every one, then grabbed another one to steal on their way out and left it a little ways off. When suddenly…

"Family Man here; picking up hostiles,"

She would’ve preferred a direction and type. She’d been looking North-east at the time Rivers detected the gunships, making her usual proficiency with long range detection null and void. Seeing which way the Shadow hawk was turned, she quickly spun Archie’s torso to face the correct direction and hit the missile door switch, an indicator light and the correct duration of the hum of the motors behind her letting her know that the doors had opened. There! Three contacts, the radar identified them as H-7 Warriors, gunning right for them. Not the air support Marit had been expecting. Though family Man said he’d handle them, she judged fast and certain elimination a priority. If all three weren’t destroyed in rapid succession, the survivor would only need a second or so to dive for the deck to break line of sight and escape, exposing them. At least that was her line of thought as she locked onto the farthest contact, the square on her HUD around the dot in the sky and steady tone telling her the missiles were ready to fire. Ingrid’s order dispersed all doubts. [color=76D0FF]”Yes ma’am.”[/color]

She thumbed the trigger, the cockpit temperature instantly rising by a couple degrees and the deep ‘whoosh’ of fired missiles echoing through the cockpit as she watched her missiles arch toward the third gunship a second behind the quintet of Family Man’s ordnance. That autocannon shot was a good one, getting the lead, drop and windage this quickly and at that range, Marit thought with a bit of envy. One day, perhaps…

11 volleys left. She waited for everyone to get out of the base, ushering them with a wave of Archie’s hand, then placed one of the prepared shipping containers across the gate, piling two more on top in a haphazard fashion to make removing them by crane harder. Busted road, blocked gate, mines everywhere preventing bypassing them. The locals would have to work hard to get this depot back up and running. [color=76D0FF]”By the time we’re done here, there will be insults coined bearing our name.”[/color] She could vividly imagine someone calling their sibling ‘...such a Green Knight!’ for making their life difficult, doing her callsign justice as she spoke. Picking up her selected container, she held it below the cockpit, having to extend it forward due to where an Archer’s cockpit was and lean Archie’s torso back a bit awkwardly to balance the weight out.