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Garrett took hold of Sentinel's controls as the order to launch came through. The AUG's systems powering up to full combat status. The full-surround cockpit screen came to life, and the holographic readouts and instruments shimmered into life. The AUG's eyes lit up, and its' running lights followed shortly thereafter in sequence. 
He laughed at Rabbits' reply to his playful humour and replied with the same light tone. 

"It's a deal, Rabbit. I'll keep them off your back!" 

Bay doors opened and Himinbjorg's skies filled the view. Grapples released, and the AUG fell away from the ship. Control surfaces and vanes extended, angling and shifting. With a jolt, the Sentinel as free of the launch bay, and free-falling through the skies. The [i]slightest[/i] flare of thrusters was enough to give some positive control in the glide, while keeping output low enough that it shouldn't register too abnormally on any watching sensors. A twitch and shift of those wing-like controls, and the Aug's controlled fall was a graceful glide. 
The rest of the assault team fell or flew around him, the others having peeled away to make their approaches to the communications gear. 
Blue tags highlighted the location of the others assigned to his team, and their position in his field of view. Tallow had hit the ground first, so he aimed for her landing spot, shifting the Aug's posture in mid-air, and coming in for an efficient, businesslike, if not graceful landing. The AUG's feet took the brunt of the landing without complaint, skidding a few feet as it landed, before resuming a standing posture; not much different from Tallow's landing in terms of ground-shaking impact and the strewn debris and dirt. He grinned at her remark and nodded the AUG's head in her direction. 

"Can't have put much money into it - they didn't hire [i]us[/i], after all. Think that means we ought to show them what they missed out on..."