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Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Ah, before I get up to anything, Who, Myke, do either of you want to collab with me for the eventual marine escort post or shall I just type it out?

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Oh my, poor Ari, right back into the war. Does anyone need to be of the post before myself?

The Curious Sky.

Yo! I am indeed of the interest!

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I'll declare interest

Protagonist Drop

I am of the interest

The Accomplished

Argus is entirely neutral on the matter. On the one hand this is a very important mission, on the other he wants to protect people and crack some barbarian skulls. So he'll be fine either way

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Wait something just occurred to me. How many of us actually still have our primary weapons?

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

""7th Team! Fall back to the Lincoln!" The words filled Ari's cockpit, but she couldn't believe she was hearing them. "What? But Hunter, Odin and Alice are down there! They co-...Acknowledged, Williams returning to Lincoln." She sighed and shook her head, her mind quickly processing what the plan was. They could shelter behind the planet or its moon, making it a much closer range gunfight and shielding them from most of the fire of the other vessels. These two factors together made it a much better engagement for the Lincoln and, as much as it pained her, this was the best solution. The Astelion was on its way back to the Lincoln at top speed, X-50s angled back and thrusters straining as she gave it all she had. She was lucky she'd only taken fairly minor hull damage this time around, thanks to Maki...they had to get all three of them back home. The 7th couldn't afford to lose any pilots and, as much as it pained her, from a logical standpoint it was best for them to lose her if anybody.

The ship was closing in rapidly as Ari began to reduce speed, braking thrusters activating as she turned the MAS around. She was decelerating fast enough that the little trick she'd pulled last time, using the X-50s to decelerate, wasn't needed. She raised her arm-mounted auto-cannon at an approaching Ferir II and let loose the last of the magazine, the rounds damaging its hull and convincing it to back down as the 50s charged. As she backed into the hangar, she let the heat drain from the guns and released a sigh of relief at being back in the Lincoln. As horrible as it made her feel, being relieved when 3 of her team-mates were down on the planet with no support, she knew from her survival courses that they could easily hold out for them...wait, Alice may be a problem. Maki and Trapp could leave behind their suits to evade the enemy if need be, but Alice IS the suit. That obviously wasn't an option, and this made Ari nervous all over again. Just as she began to come to peace with it however, she was struck by a wave of emotion. All that fear she'd suppressed during the battle, all the nerves and hesitation rushing out to meet her.

Sealing her cockpit and flipping off the COMs, Ari took the time to curl into a ball, hugging her legs to her chest tightly. Maki, Alice and Trapp all went down, she almost died, and there was a superior enemy force in the area, including that white MAS. She shivered at the thought and whimpered slightly, fear beginning to overtake her. She'd been so close to death out there! She was STILL close to death! The Imperial Service pilots, all no doubt better than her, had died, three of the 7th's best were shot down, and now it was just her and a few more. How long would it be before her turn came. She stayed like this a solid 10 minutes, locked in and cowering, before she finally was able to gather her wits and unlock the cockpit, leaving the Astelion running so it'd be ready to go down. As she stepped out with wobbly legs and an equally wobbly smile, she said to everyone who may be around "So..uhh...when do we go after the others?"

The Accomplished

Argus and the dwarves marched alongside the elves and when he was addressed the first time, he laughed loudly and said "Ahh lad, me name's just Argus. Flattery'll get ye nowhere! Me wife would kill me if she found out I was already cheating on her with another man!, at this another hearty laugh issued forth as they prepared to set out into the snow. The caravan formed surprisingly speedily and they began their great walk with little in the way of celebration, not that he could blame them. Argus travelled with his apprentices, a Dwarven marching song always rising up from their lips. One thing Argus had learned about travel was that it was important to keep everyone in high spirits, and perhaps letting them see the dwarves in such high spirits would raise the spirits of the rest of the convoy. They proceeded like this for quite some time, though Argus was not a fan of the walk and occasionally took a moment to indulge in another of his favorite adventuring pass times: complaining.

When the flare was shot up, Argus made his way over to meet up with Hopsfield, though he had little idea what they may need to talk about. Were they already out of food, somehow? That shouldn't be the case, all kinds of caravans loaded down with snow potatoes had been making their way to this area for months. They had likely been paying top dollar to stockpile for this expedition out into the harsh cold, which made sense Argus supposed. What good were the continent's best heroes if they didn't have anything to eat? Even he was vulnerable to starving to death. So no, if they were already out of food or something of that nature it would've had to have been very bad, something to the line of a thief or the catastrophic loss of a wagon into the snow. Granted, all he could do either way was speculate for now. When he arrived however, he felt his boots begin to shake, but he soon realized it wasn't his boots shaking, it was the ground beneath them. Looking up above him, he saw a tower of a man approaching...but it wasn't a man. It was a giant, though based on the fact nobody was attacking it perhaps it was welcome here? Must be a friend, he supposed, as he laughed once more and his voice issued forth at top volume "Ah! We've got a plus-sized friend do we! Now we'll always have the 'high ground'!" At that, another laugh issued forth, the quality of the joke having no bearing on Argus finding it absolutely hilarious.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

I will attempt to get a post up either tonight or tomorrow, boss man! After all, Williams has been quietly contemplating life for a little while.