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Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Part 2 of True Grit posted!

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

True Grit

Part 2

Hark was standing in the hastily set up command tent in the crater of the moon. The winds outside were howling powerfully since Alexis' move with shooting the WMG through the moon's atmosphere. The marines had to spread out the legs of the anti-ship cannons so that they wouldn't blow over from the gusting. Lightning crackled and thunder boomed, a hurricane had enveloped a large portion of the moon's surface. Simply put, things had gone to hell on the surface. The sand was blowing so hard, soldiers could hardly see twenty feet in front of them. Hark had ordered that all troops were to wear their hostile environment suits. Luckily, the anti-ship cannons were networked with the Lincoln's targeting computers and the onboard AI. Despite the extreme weather conditions, the cannons would fire as though it were a beautiful day on Earth.

A holodisplay similar to the one on the Lincoln's bridge sat in the middle of the tent's space. Hark looked it over, watching the battle in orbit unfold. He let out a whistle, impressed with how well the battle carrier had tackled the odds; then again, it was Alexis commanding the ship. When the holodisplay pinged another hostile signature, Hark put himself into motion. He secured his full face helmet before leaving the command tent, he had to brace himself for a moment as the wind almost took him off his feet. He navigated with his hud as it highlighted every solid surface and person in sight despite the sandstorm. The large cargo carriers had been grounded since the battle in space began. The marine detachment had hurried the supplies out of them and set up a quick firebase. Sandbags were set up along the ridge of the crater, the blowing sand did well to mound up around the outsides, creating a natural barrier in front of the bags. Heavier gun emplacements were also set up around the perimeter, Crowe Smartguns and STAKEN chemrails mounted on bipods.

Hark didn't stop to admire the firebase, however. He made to one of three of the orbital guns and looked into the terminal. The gunner sat in the seat, patiently, he had validated the Lincoln's targeting network. "Waiting on the order to engage, sergeant." the gunner said.

"Hark, the trap is sprung, you've got your prey." Hark heard Alexis over the radio.

Hark nodded, "There's your damn order, son! Light her up!"

The gunner put his hands on the two control sticks, "All guns, open fire in sequence."

On that order, the first cannon fired into the sky, followed shortly after by the second and then the third. The three cannons alternated between one another to provide a constant stream of fire. The destroyer was right above the firebase, its belly facing the planet. The cannon shots began to hit, none of them missing thanks to the Lincoln's targeting systems. The shields hadn't yet been raised since it wasn't in the battlespace. The shots pummeled away at the belly of the beast, water spewed out of the hull in a great geyser as the H2O reservoir was penetrated. A rocket bay was hit also, causing a large explosion to billow out from the ship.

(Mood Music)

The destroyer reacted quickly, shields spooled up seconds after the barrage. Soon the shields were fully raised and the anti ship cannons were losing effectiveness. They continued the bombardment on the destroyer, it would only be a matter of time before the shields broke and the cannons would wreak havoc again. The destroyer rolled its starboard broadside to face the planet and returned fire with its two deck guns. The Coalition destroyer didn't calculate for the extreme winds on the moon, it had never been like that before. The winds caught the returning shots and made them veer off course. It wasn't long before that problem was rectified and the deck guns began to bombard the firebase in return.

There was a heavy thud and a concussive wave as one of the destroyer's rounds landed a direct hit on the command tent Hark had just been in. Hark's comm lit up with radio chatter from his men. Screams of pain from the survivors of the first strike could be heard over the rest of the reports. Another round from the destroyer hit the ridge of the crater and blew out a large portion of the defense perimeter. The cannons continued to return fire to the destroyer. Marines were running in every direction to their posts, medical personnel were trying to help with the wounded. The marines within the command tent that had survived didn't have time to put on their helmets, sand scraped along their faces from the high winds.

The next shot from the destroyer hit one of the cargo transports but the heavy shield of the vessel deflected the shot into the ground right next to it. The explosion rattled the entire firebase. Hark's radio chimed in his hear, it was the Lincoln's AI, "Sergeant Hark, scanners show that the Coalition destroyer had deployed drop pods and a pair of Ferir II MAS units."

Hark called over the radio to his the two platoons, "Lock it up, marines! We've got company! I expect once the bombardment starts then the real fight'll begin! Get your war faces on, men!"

The medics did well to turn off the wounded marines' comms. The lack of screaming and cries for help got the rest of the marines back in line. Shortly after Hark's brief command, squad leaders acknowledged and got their positions. Hark made sure one of the squads did their best to fix the perimeter where the orbital strike had landed. Hark slung his shotgun over his back and grabbed an assault rifle from one of the dead marines. "Rabbit, I need a status report on that squadron of yours."

"My Sparrow is fired up and ready. One of the SF pilots was caught in the blast at the command tent, she's dead. The other two pilots are ready to launch but they're apprehensive with this weather. It might be better if I flew solo on this one."

"Copy that, leaves the firebase for now so a lucky shot from this bombardment doesn't get at you."

"Sergeant, my orders were to support and protect this firebase. I'm not leaving. Don't you worry about me."

The shells continued to drop from orbit but not to the same effect of the initial few. Out of the company of two hundred men that deployed to the moon, forty had died in the bombardment. Hark knew that Coalition destroyers had a platoon's worth of marines aboard but some woudl stay behind in case of a boarding action. The two MAS units were equaled, if nor surpassed, by Sara Lin of the 7th. With the defensive fortifications, Hark had good feelings about the upcoming battle.

Hark's hud pinged, causing him to look to the sky. The Coalition drop pods and MAS units had entered the firebase proximity. "Look alive, marines! Hostile forces North and East. Rabbit, engage those MAS units!"

"Already on it!" the pink sparrows lifted off slowly. The MAS listed a bit because of the high winds but Lin corrected herself. The pink MAS flew off to meet the enemy in battle.

Hark heard gunfire and ran to join the firefight. Once he reached the ridge of the crater, his hud highlighted the enemy forces in red. The sandstorm was too thick to see with his own eyes, everybody participating in this battle would be relying on their gear. Tracer rounds whizzed past Hark's head as he ducked behind a sandbag. A marine looked to him, "Ten foot mobiles fifty meters out! Two RAV's just behind!"

Rapid Assault Vehicles, or RAV for short, were fast one man skirmishing bikes. They often used hover tech to glide over difficult terrain. Mounted on the back of Coalition RAVs were high caliber autocannons that infantry wouldn't be able to carry without an ultra light MAS. One of the RAVs opened fire on their position, the mounded sand in front of the barrier took the blows, spraying the sand in every direction. Hark peeked his head over the sandbag and saw the highlights of the Coalition marines approaching quickly. He raised his rifle over and fired two quick shots, the highlights went prone and returned fire.

The distinct pop of gunfire was muffled out by the high winds. The marine next to Hark rose over the cover and opened fire, "Hostile down!" he said as he ducked back in cover.

Hark fired over and dropped a second Coalition marine. The RAV spewed another volley of death at the emplacement. The heavy gunner to Hark's left caught three rounds, two in the chest and the third in the neck. He dropped back, his STAKEN was ruined from the valley. Hark growled, "Somebody handle those RAVs!"

As if on queue, Lin's sparrow flew over head and blanketed the area with rotary cannon fire. Both of the RAVs crashed into the ground, their pilot's dead. One of the Ferir's was in pursuit of the much faster sparrow. It launched two missiles to give chase, the sparrow quick boosted vertically and the missiles tried to right themselves. They turned sharp, but the winds threw them off balance. Lin span around and fired a missile back. The Ferir was too heavy to perform the maneuvers that Lin was pulling off. Before the missile could hit, Lin opened fire with her rotary cannon, the plasma kinetic rounds ripped the shield apart for the missile. The arm of the Ferir went flying into the sandstorm. The sparrow burst forward, using the sharpened edges of the rotary cannon to slice from shoulder to leg of the Ferir. There was a screech and the metal hulk fell back into the sand. The sparrow was already gone to deal with the second Ferir before Hark could give congratulations.

More fire crackled over Hark's head. Another two marines joined the four already at the emplacement. The second one didn't get in cover fast enough and caught a bullet to the leg. He fell to the ground, another marine moved out to pull him in cover. "Get him patched up!" he said and fired another volley into the sandstorm. Another hostile went down.

"Watch out behind you!" Rabbit warned as she flew overhead, unleashing hell from her rotary cannon at the other Ferir. The Coalition MAS launched a missile at one of the anti-ship cannons and destroyed it. The other two cannons were continuing their cycle of fire at the destroyer in orbit. They corrected their pattern when the first cannon went down.

Lin sped forward and tackled the Ferir to the ground. Now within the Ferir's shield space, the Sparrow had already won. With a jab from its bladed cannon, the Sparrow let loose a torrent of fire from within the Ferir. Sparks flew in every direction. "Enemy MAS units down. Providing fire support." The Sparrow lifted off and began to strafe the incoming attackers.

The Coalition marines that Hark was dealing with were now just twenty feet out. He quickly unslung his shotgun and pumped it. When the first four-eyed marine appeared over the sandbags, Hark's shotgun blew out a hole in the man's chest. He fell backward silent. The marine to his right was locked in a deadly melee with another trooper. With knives drawn, the marines struggled to push their blades into one another's hearts. The brawl was cut short when Hark kicked the Coalition marine off of his comrade and fired his shotgun into. Hark glanced at his recovering marine, "Get on your feet. There's still a fight to win."

The marine nodded and collected his rifle. The two fought off the rest of the Coalition marines at their emplacement. There was one enemy left, Hark dealt with him personally. With a pistol shot to the leg and another to the four-eyes' dominant hand, Hark had disabled him. "Subdue him, he's coming with us."

The other engagement was won for the UEE but at a greater cost. If not for Lin's covering fire from above, they would have lost the emplacement for sure. All clear reports started to come in, Hark relaxed. A quick roll call with the company showed that they had lost fifty marines and had another thirty injured. The breach in the perimeter was credited to the heavy losses. The wounded marines were being taken to a hastily set up triage station.

Once the destroyer had found out its attack had failed, it began to bombard the firebase again. But Hark noticed something strange about the shells, they weren't shells. It was debris. Hark raised a brow as he heard the report over the radio, "This is Gemini 2, the Coalition destroyer has been eliminated. Good work on crippling it, marines."

Cheers of victory sprang up over the radio.

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

@vietmyke@reaper, This is something I've been meaning to show you guys but constantly procrastinated.

Geneva Convention on medical personnel

In other words, medical personnel, military or civilian, are protected by international law and it is illegal to cause harm to such figures even in the midst of combat. Would be interesting if that was a thing in this RP. Of course, the personnel in question is exempt from this law if they try to cause harm to the enemy.

EDIT: Or the Coalition can say screw that and go on a murder-rampage across the galaxy.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

To be fair, the crew of the Lincoln has its back against a wall and they have a member of the royal family aboard. They will fight significantly hard than if the battle were on their terms. Captain can claim hax, in truth, devs need to nerf 'cornered rat' next patch.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Posted! I'm super happy with how this post turned out. Easily one of my more epic space battle scenes I've written. Enjoy the read!

Will get to Part 2 some time this weekend. It will feature Hark and Lin on the ground.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

True Grit

Part 1

(Mood Music)

"Open fire!" Alexis commanded as the dull thudding of cannon shots reverberated through the hull.

The Lincoln was within firing range of the wounded battle cruiser and its clutch of escorts. The WMG shot that had pierced through the moons atmosphere had crippled its drive systems and it couldn't draw enough power to effectively spool its shields. Still, battlecruisers were built to keep on giving. The two behemoth ships exchanged fire, the battlecruiser's shots deflected off of the Lincoln's fully spooled up shield. The coalition ship wasn't faring so well in the defense, solid slug rounds from the Lincoln's deck guns were pummeling away at key subsystems along the battlecruiser's failing hull. Point defense cannons intercepted what they could, a hail of gunfire tracing around in every direction. It was chaos.

Meanwhile, the battlecruiser's escorts charged forward, their shields powered to full. They attempted to get in between the two large capital ships and try to stem the flow of munitions coming from the battle carrier. One of the escorts was unlucky enough to ram into a large piece of debris from the battlecruiser's injury. The shields flared and lost strength. The Lincoln took advantage and unleashed a salvo of fire from one of the deck guns. Four accurate shots pierced through the heart of the frigate, annihilating the bridge in the center. With the helm and command crew dead on the frigate, it sped forward, the engines locked to full speed. The frigate soon left the battlespace, on a collision course with the disrupted and storming moon below. The other frigate fired its main gun at the Lincoln, a powerful mass driver shot managed to pierce the Lincoln's shield and take out a gun bank of point defense turrets. The ammo magazine underneath the armor of the gun back detonated. Alexis could feel the ship rattle from the explosion.

The Lincoln turned to face the battlecruiser head on. With its massive engines set to all ahead full, it careened toward the other capital ship. They had the advantage and their shields hadn't even been reduced to 80%, a melee was in their favor. The coalition frigate moved to intercept the Lincoln, getting in front of the monstrous battle carrier in an attempt to diverts its course.

"Shields forward, we're going through it!" Alexis barked.

The Lincoln's shield glowed as it directed itself completely ahead. The shields made impact with the frigate first, plasma burning through the armor plates of the smaller ship before the prow of the Lincoln made contact. A loud screeching of metal on metal ringed through the hull. The frigate split in half, one on each side of the Lincoln. Small explosions on both sides sealed the fate of the escort ship. But guns were still firing futilely at the battle carrier. In response, dozens of gun banks opened up with point defense fire, barraging the two wrecks with enough autocannon fire to saturate a small city. Debris and shrapnel drifted off in every direction as the two halves of the frigate simply ceased to exist.

"Captain, the battlecruiser is facing us. We're in the line of sight for its railgun!" one of the crewmen said from his terminal.

"Shove some plasma down its mouth. Fire the WMG, low power." Alexis gripped the rails on the command platform.

The scraped prow of the Lincoln opened its large barrel, two great slabs of armor sliding outward to make way for the beam of plasmatic death. The barrel glowed brightly and shortly after, a thin beam of plasma launched out. When the beam passed, the armored slab closed so the barrel of the WMG wasn't a weak point that could be exploited. The beam went straight down the spine of the battlecruiser, melting the magnetic accelerators and piercing into the main weapons magazine. Another great explosion burst out the top of the battlecruiser. Worry of a powerful railgun hitting the Lincoln quickly evaporated. Soon the two great ships were side by side, broadsides exchanging extreme amounts of fire between one another. The kilometer wide space between the two capital ships was alight with tracer rounds, lasers and plasma. The surrounding space was filled with smaller duels between Coalition MAS units and UEE fighters, the superiority of the mech suits was gaining the advantage in those battles. Luckily, she had three pilots of the 7th picking up the slack of the fighters while the fourht, Lin, was defending the cannons on the surface of the moon.

This was a melee between ships, brutal and explosive. The Lincoln's shields held, the battlecruiser wasn't faring as well. Without its shields, the withering barrage of fire from the Lincoln had nearly reduced all four layers of armor on the ship's port broadside. Cannons rounds were now damaging subsystems below the armor. Life support had been cut off on multiple decks. The battle was already lost for the battlecruiser, but it wasn't going out without a fight.

On the battlecruiser's bridge, emergency lights were on, filling the room with a low red glow. The holographic displays were flickering, sparks were flying in all directions. Most of the broadside's weapons were offline, the Lincoln had done a good job on targeting them. The coalition captain growled, this was a fight that a battlecruiser should have won! A flash of sparks rained on the captain, causing his to shield himself for a moment.

One of the crewmen leaped from his seat, "We've lost. Abandon ship!"

The captain glared at the man and watched as he made his way to the door. The captain drew his service pistol and shot the man in the back. The rest of the crew looked at him, "If anybody else wants to leave this ship, they'll do so with a bullet in the back of their head. We go when the ship does."

Another explosion of sparks flew across the bridge. The captain spoke over the intercom, "All marines, prepare for a boarding action. We'll clear a path."
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Alexis was barking orders in rapid succession. Admiral Ardin and his single remaining imperial serviceman hstood back and observed quietly, his silence unnerved Alexis. The ship rumbled some more as another shot made it through the shields and hit hard across the Lincoln's armor plating. Suddenly, the ship's AI chimed in, "Captain, I am detecting a large energy spike in the Coalition battlecruiser's remaining reactors."

Alexis gritted her teeth, "So he's going to go that route, eh? So be it."

Captain Marquis spoke over the intercom, "All hands, arm yourselves. Incoming boarding action."

It was a common tactic when boarding a ship while its shields were raised. In a last ditch effort, the ship could unleash a wave of energy to interfere with it's opponent's systems and cause the shield to stutter sporadically and targeting systems to take time to reboot. Using that opening, the boarding pods could slip through and make it to their target. But Alexis had a plan to counteract the offense. "Gemini 2, status."

"All batteries are singing true, Marquis. Emergency repairs are nearly complete." the captain of the attached cruiser reported.

"Good. Power down, we're about to get an EMP blast. Once it passes, come online and ready your point defense."

"Aye aye, captain." the comm cut out shortly after as Gemini 2 shut down.

Then the burst came, a bright pulse of energy sweeping the battlespace. MAS units and fighters on both sides shut down, it'd take a short while for their single duels to pick up again. The shields of the Lincoln flickered as well as the lights inside the battle carrier. The ship's guns went quiet, luckily the battlecruiser didn't have any guns left to shoot unless it decided to roll the other broadside to bear, but that would stop the constant flow of boarding pods needed to try and gain the advantage. Just as Alexis had predicted, the cruiser began launching boarding pods, almost a hundred of them. The marines all thinking they would have no opposition on approach.

Suddenly, Gemini 2 powered up, its targeting systems completely unaffected by the EMP. From the cruiser, a wall of point defense fire spewed forth, catching the nearest boarding pods first. Gemini 2 had managed to wipe out forty or so boarding pods, effectively halving the strength of the Coalition assault. The Lincoln's marine compliment was brought down as well since she had deployed a whole platoon to the moon's surface. The fighting strength was still in the Lincoln's favor thanks to Gemini 2's surprise cover fire. There were heavy thuds as the boarding pods made contact with the ship. Klaxons wailed when the high power plasma cutters of the boarding pods began to slice into the hull.

The shields and weapon systems of the Lincoln came back online. They would be no use for the boarding action, but they could at least finish off the battlecruiser. The pummeling began anew and the small strike craft buzzing around both ships continued their dances. Sparks flew off of the Lincoln's hull, the plasma drills working quickly to breach the layers of armor the battle carrier was outfitted with. It was only a matter of time. To ensure her safety, Alexis went back into her ultra-light battle suit, Sigi. Aston also equipped himself with Sigi's sibling MAS, Ragnar. The two battle suits were biocoded to them, all Ardin could do was hope his imperial serviceman would pull his weight. A squad of marines entered the bridge to double up security. This happened at every critical point in the ship to make sure the enemy didn't sabotage crucial systems; command, power, hyperdrive, shields, water reservoir, magazines, the hangar, the WMG. If the Coalition was going to turn the tide of battle, their marines would need to target those specifically. But Alexis wasn't going to make it easy.

Once she received word that all squads were in position and waiting for the fighting to begin, Alexis locked down every bulkhead in the corridors of the ship. Navy marines carried plenty of breaching charges with them for such reasons, but the confined spaces of the Lincoln's class made their blasts carry back toward the breaching marines. The pressure and concussive force would stun them in the hallway long enough for UEE marines to sweep in and clear.

Then they came. Firefights began across all decks on the port side. Reports came in, some holding, some falling back, some turning to white noise. As a defense protocol, the ship's AI would depressurize the corridor if no friendlies were present. If there was an airlock to open it would. This 'flushing' protocol was well in effect now, Coalition marines and dead bodies of both sides were sucked out in the vacuum of space. Some Coalition soldiers were clever enough to turn their oxygen supplies into impromptu EVA thrusters; but when they returned to the ship, they found that the airlocks were sealed and their oxygen supply had been used up in their attempt to return to the Lincoln. Camera feeds from the bridge displayed the carnage happening through the ship. Vicious firefights, white halls turned red with blood, scorch marks where breaching charges had been placed. But the ship was doing well, the UEE marines knew the Lincoln, they drilled in the tight confines of the ship. That combined with the flushing protocol had been the advantage the Lincoln needed to survive the boarding action. There were reports of a firefight within the hangar, a Coalition MAS that was smart enough to power down before the EMP had flown through the flickering shields and into the hangar bay along with two boarding pods.

The Ferir was wreaking havoc, fighters that were being serviced or reloaded were destroyed, their crews turning to red mist from the hail of gunfire it's autocannon spat out. A whole platoon of UEE marines joined the Coalition in battle throughout the sprawling hangar deck. Cargo crates and fighter wrecks were used as cover by both sides. It was easily where the fighting was the thickest. But the Ferir was a huge advantage, and it was dishing out more damage than the UEE could bring to bear. From the starboard hangar entrance, two MAS units flew in and opened fire on the Ferir. It was Sokolov and Astelion who had finished up their engagements in the battlespace. Sokolov drew the Ferir's fire, but the heavy Centurion shrugged off the shots as though they were spitballs. Astelion charged forward in his Sentinel, drawing his large MAS combat knife. Sparks flew from the Sentinel's feet as it used its thrusters to skate along the hangar deck toward the Ferir.

The Coalition MAS drew its knife as well and swung. But Astelion's sentinel ducked low and tackled the MAS to the deck. The Ferir swung a heavy metal punch at Astelion, but the UEE MAS blocked it. Astelion dug the knife into the chest of the Ferir, when he drew it back, the edge was coated red. The pilot had been executed. The tables in the hangar had turned, the Coalition marines without their MAS had lost their momentum in the face of two UEE MAS units. The firefight was over in minutes after their arrival.

After several more tense minutes, the AI reported, "No Coalition signatures detected aboard, captain. The boarding action has been repelled."

Alexis breathed a sigh in relief and got out of the battlesuit. She didn't need it yet again, but that wasn't a bad thing. Then the AI spoke again, "Be advised, a Coalition destroyer is approaching at our aft."

Alexis looked at the holo display and saw the image of the destroyer. Alexis grinned and spoke over the radio, "Hark, the trap is sprung, you've got your prey."

((Part 2 coming soon...))

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

Lione, Killian

Age
23

Gender
Female

Nickname
Direwolf

Rank
Corporal

Role
Reconnaissance, Mobile Warfare, Sabotage

Psychological Analysis
Killian is a model soldier: strong, brave, unquestioning, and effective. Corporal Lione's sense of duty goes above and beyond, she is the first to step up to a tough mission and the last to leave if things so south. Killian is remarkably quick on her feet, it's because of this that she is often selected for scouting assignments and infiltrating. Killian does well to bond with her team and takes is as hard as anyone else who loses a comrade on the battlefield. Nevertheless, Killian moves on and focuses. Her tenacity often turns into stubbornness when a fight isn't looking good. Her father, Prestor Lione, a high ranking officer in Cerol's High Command echelon, has high expectations for Killian. But for whatever reason, Killian is always at odds with her father. Killian hates it when other soldiers take it easy on her, simply because her father is a powerful man. The corporal is tough as nails, and she can take a blow, mentally or physically, and keep dishing it back.

Military Record
The Lione family has served in militaries even before the birth of the UEE. Strict doctrine and daily training within the family has led to the Lione's raising some of the finest foot soldiers in the UEE. The Lione family line is large, with plenty of marriages connecting their name to others. Many of the senior members of the Lione family are high ranking military officials, many training facilities are overseen by a Lione family member in order to spread their doctrine.

Killian's father is a colonel and her mother is a navy admiral. Her branch of the family has lived on Cerol since its colonization. Since the age of thirteen, Killian and her three siblings were drilled hard by their parents. Marksmanship, disciplinary practice, communications, camouflage, all of it and more was forced on the four brothers and sisters instead of regular teenage things. Her father was always known to be the hardest and most unforgiving sons of High Praetor Armatus Lione. Even at such a young age, Killian understood her sole purpose: she was bred for war.

True to the Lione name, Killian excelled in training when she had enlisted. She was more on the aggressive side when it came to mock battle exercises. Killian had joined the military from the very bottom, her father had told her that a true Lione to command by earning it, not by studying for it. Nobody could doubt her skill in a fight, she made an excellent storm trooper. Some issues arose when Killian's gun blazing attitude began to work against her squad during mock battles. She was kept in training for an additional three months to learn to work more as a team and not shoot first ask later. When her father heard of the news that she hadn't cleared training when everybody else did, he was furious. There was a long night of scolding and arguing, and since then, Killian and her father speak only on a professional level. Her father admitted to being too hard on her, and he told Killian that he still valued her as his daughter more than a Lione soldier. Killian never accepted his apology.

The additional months of training paid off for Killian. She learned restraint and came out of the boot camp as a better soldier. Her sheer ferocity in combat had diminished unfortunately, but it was a necessary sacrifice to make room for better coordination and teamwork. After all, a wolf is nothing without its pack. After her extended training process, Killian was assigned to 8118th regiment and placed in the regiments force recon battalion where her skills as a prominent fighter would not go to waste. It was the perfect position for a newly recruited Lione soldier.

Killian had been in the 8118th for four months before the invasion of Cerol. She had only had one short term deployment to a neighboring solar system to handle a group of unruly mercenaries. It wasn't a difficult task and Killian felt that it was hardly trial by fire worthy. Once the invasion had begun, Killian was thrust into a constant fight for survival. Her mother had been at an admiralty council aboard Ulysses station when it went down, she assumed she was dead. But the fighting kept the grim thoughts of her mom's death out of mind; she'd only be able to mourn for her if she lived.

Killian's squad was deployed to an estate not far from Leis once the Coalition had made planetfall. They were tasked with securing a governor's family and bringing them back to the capital where they would be safe. For now.

Equipment
ACS SpecOps Carbine
APP-3 Pistol
Plasma Edged Alloy Combat Knife
4x Electron Grenades
2x Personal BioGel Canisters
2x Radar Spikes
(Small spikes deployed into the ground that link to the squad's hud. They provide enhanced situational awareness.)

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

Will do. I'll get to making a character and PM it to you. I have some fun ideas.

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

Point proven.

As for my question~~? ;P

Falling Skies: In our Final Hour

Jargon is the quickest way to Myke's heart.