The sky dimmed as the marines dragged themselves back onboard the dropship to be returned to the flagship Cromwell.
Drifting in orbit of the planet Toul, the proud owner of the fleet, Cromwell, the most heavily armoured, strongest, biggest ship in the fleet, even its name scared in to the brains of every race alive, it had been ingaged in over five hundred different battles each time out numbered, or out gunned, still with the help of its faithful Angel Wraith squadren kept closely under its wing, it would be victorious.
This ship was made to carry the best of the best.
"Ok, we're in view of the Cromwell, open hailing frequences" spoke the pilot.
A sharp feedback sound crippled the mens ears drums, as the pilots fumbled with the microphone, quickly looking behind himself every few seconds to see if the marines were going to hurt him.
He gave a frightly laugh,
"Heh!, sorry bout' that boy's, just a little trouble with my microphone".
The marines to grunted, he jumped back in to his seat and shivered.
The female pilot next to him carefully put on hand on the inside of his leg.
"Would you cut that shit out!",
she sharply clenched her grip forcing her nails through his leather flight suit and in to his skin.
"Ok ok!, sorry, i'm new on the job", he screamed.
She slowly realised her grip and he quickly began examining his leg.
"Right two minutes boys, and then get out!", she called out.
The Marine sergeant stood up sharply and relayed the order.
They came closer to the Cromwell, and the speakers burst out with the sound of Admiral Starhunter's masculin but soft toned voice.
"We have identified you as the dropship Snow White, please power down all weapons and immidiatly begin to dock, all landing doors are open and you are now in the within the saftey of our patroling Angel Wraith squadren"
There was a long pause.
"Welcome home boys!" He said exstaticly.
The dropships engines stopped shreaking and began to hum as the entered the bay doors, the dropships shiney black armor glimmered in the intense light, blinding some of the landing crew.
The dropship gave a loud thud as it landed on the hard steal of the landing bay floor.
The pilots gave a sigh of relief,
"I'm glad we're going home, i've just about had enough of these stupid scoutin' missions to find creepy underground Zerg layers, did you know they've already lost three teams to this mission?"
The female pilot leaned over again, the other pilot squinted his eyes.
"Don't worry darlin' we aint got nothing to lose now we're going home"
An alarm sounded, a computer voice spoke out loudly.
"Warning, Warning, incoming Zerg Mutalisk atta...".
The computers voice was cut out by the voice of the Admiral Starhunter.
"All Angel squadren to Wraiths immediatly and all hands to battle stations, this is not a drill, we are under attack" He shouted loudly.
The pilots and some of the marines watched anxiously from inside the dropship.
The female pilot stood up fast and gave commands.
"Right you heard the general, everybody to battle stations"
Up on the bridge sat the tall musclar captain dressed in thick black leather uniform with a cape trailing down from underneith the bottom of his chair, his mustache flinched.
"How many are there?" he spoke harshly, toward the navigator.
"Er' er' there must be over three hundred"
"Consisting of?" Asked the Admiral.
"Erm... Mutalisks and scourges".
"What do you think Tactical?".
"We arn't going to be able to come out of this alive without backup, we already have 8 wraiths down, only 32 more to go"
"How are they being seen, they're cloaked?.
"Tell them to fall back, we need to get out of here as fast as possible"
He slammed his fist down hard.
Whats going to happen next...?
Drifting in orbit of the planet Toul, the proud owner of the fleet, Cromwell, the most heavily armoured, strongest, biggest ship in the fleet, even its name scared in to the brains of every race alive, it had been ingaged in over five hundred different battles each time out numbered, or out gunned, still with the help of its faithful Angel Wraith squadren kept closely under its wing, it would be victorious.
This ship was made to carry the best of the best.
"Ok, we're in view of the Cromwell, open hailing frequences" spoke the pilot.
A sharp feedback sound crippled the mens ears drums, as the pilots fumbled with the microphone, quickly looking behind himself every few seconds to see if the marines were going to hurt him.
He gave a frightly laugh,
"Heh!, sorry bout' that boy's, just a little trouble with my microphone".
The marines to grunted, he jumped back in to his seat and shivered.
The female pilot next to him carefully put on hand on the inside of his leg.
"Would you cut that shit out!",
she sharply clenched her grip forcing her nails through his leather flight suit and in to his skin.
"Ok ok!, sorry, i'm new on the job", he screamed.
She slowly realised her grip and he quickly began examining his leg.
"Right two minutes boys, and then get out!", she called out.
The Marine sergeant stood up sharply and relayed the order.
They came closer to the Cromwell, and the speakers burst out with the sound of Admiral Starhunter's masculin but soft toned voice.
"We have identified you as the dropship Snow White, please power down all weapons and immidiatly begin to dock, all landing doors are open and you are now in the within the saftey of our patroling Angel Wraith squadren"
There was a long pause.
"Welcome home boys!" He said exstaticly.
The dropships engines stopped shreaking and began to hum as the entered the bay doors, the dropships shiney black armor glimmered in the intense light, blinding some of the landing crew.
The dropship gave a loud thud as it landed on the hard steal of the landing bay floor.
The pilots gave a sigh of relief,
"I'm glad we're going home, i've just about had enough of these stupid scoutin' missions to find creepy underground Zerg layers, did you know they've already lost three teams to this mission?"
The female pilot leaned over again, the other pilot squinted his eyes.
"Don't worry darlin' we aint got nothing to lose now we're going home"
An alarm sounded, a computer voice spoke out loudly.
"Warning, Warning, incoming Zerg Mutalisk atta...".
The computers voice was cut out by the voice of the Admiral Starhunter.
"All Angel squadren to Wraiths immediatly and all hands to battle stations, this is not a drill, we are under attack" He shouted loudly.
The pilots and some of the marines watched anxiously from inside the dropship.
The female pilot stood up fast and gave commands.
"Right you heard the general, everybody to battle stations"
Up on the bridge sat the tall musclar captain dressed in thick black leather uniform with a cape trailing down from underneith the bottom of his chair, his mustache flinched.
"How many are there?" he spoke harshly, toward the navigator.
"Er' er' there must be over three hundred"
"Consisting of?" Asked the Admiral.
"Erm... Mutalisks and scourges".
"What do you think Tactical?".
"We arn't going to be able to come out of this alive without backup, we already have 8 wraiths down, only 32 more to go"
"How are they being seen, they're cloaked?.
"Tell them to fall back, we need to get out of here as fast as possible"
He slammed his fist down hard.
Whats going to happen next...?