A/N: Hey guy's! Here's the next chapter... also on another note, I'm going to answer some question from reviews,

CC 2224 - Sorry CC, no Rant about freedom today

Catacus - Nope... no aura here, it's all nearly immortal super soldiers with skillfully well-managed democracy.

Rook435 - Eventually they will meet teams RWBY and JNPR.

With the authors note now basically done, let's get on with the chapter... shall we?

Nikolai was not amused, not in the slightest as he vision tumbled and turned in spirals as he was thrown about. His vision focusing for a second he spotted a hand railing. Propping his feet on the wall he crouched, and in a small bout of weightlessness, he pushed off smashing into the handle but securing a death grip on the railing.

"God Dammit man, fly this thing just a little bit straight will ya!" Simmons yelled as he went flying past Nikolai, landing on the rear wall of the transport as it went into a steep climb.

"You wanna get shot? Or do you wanna have a little bit of a bumpy ride?" The pilot yelled back sarcastically as the transport started pitching.

"Yeah, a bumpy ride… not a god damned tumble dryer!" Simmons shot back as physics and Newton's first law became his enemy.

Simmons was violently forced off of the rear wall and smashed into the ceiling before being slightly weightless. However, for only a second before the transport entered a vertical dive and he was smashed into the rear wall again.

Nikolai clung to the railing with dear life as he watched Simmons being tossed around the hold like the world's largest ragdoll.

"Doc, help him!" Nikolai shouted as Wulff returned a look of disappointment to Nikolai who was cowering against the wall, threatening to tear the handles from the wall.

"I'm not turning into a bloody human ping pong ball! Why don't you get ass off the wall and you stop him?!" Wulff shot back as he tightened the harness, his legs being pulled about by the rapidly changing forces.

As they argued, Simmons gained his bearings and found purchase on one of the harnesses. Embracing the seat harness in a hug like no other. He shook his head as he looked back at Wulff and Nikolai, still arguing about who should get him.

Before he opened his mouth he looked at the seat next to him and was met with a blank stare from Hastings helmet.

"Comfortable?" Simmons asked as Wulff and Nikolai both stopped their idiotic screaming match to look at the seated Hastings and flailing Simmons.

Hastings replied with a satisfied grunt as he nodded his head and unbuckled his harness. Standing up from his seat, letting out a proud grunt as his boots locked to the Floor of the transport.

"Why the hell do his boots lock to the transport's floor!?" Nikolai exclaimed as he took one hand away from the handle briefly to point at Hastings boots before returning his death grip.

Hastings made his way to the right side cargo door and pulled the release out before twisting and pushing the handle back into the door. The door slid inwards and then into the wall as Hastings leaned out the side of the craft and looked at the three aircraft on their tail before quickly pulling back into the ship as a few round smashed off the reinforced hull.

"Hastings, you're gonna get your ass killed standing there!" Simmons shouted as he planted his feet and held onto the seat's harness, the only thing keeping him from becoming the world's largest ragdoll for a second time.

Hastings nodded, but was interrupted as several loud stomps came from the top of the shuttle. Hastings was caught off guard when he looked out the door and found himself face-to-face with a black and white helmet.

Reaching up with lighting speed, Hastings gripped onto the robots head and pulled down. It's torso caught on the frame of the transport as its metal neck cracked and tore as Hastings pulled the head into the transport. The sparking head still in his hands, Hastings pulled his pistol out as he received 2 metal boots to his chest.

"Shit, get that door closed!" Simmons yelled as the pilot stabilized the craft, the robots now forcing their way in.

Simmons rushed to the door but was met with a metal fist to the face as robot after robot poured in. Soon standing before them were 6 black and white robots. The lack of space in the shuttle would be a true problem as it was only made to hold six people at maximum, let alone 4 Helldivers and 6 large robotic soldiers.

"Let em have it!" Simmons yelled from his downed state as Nikolai finally removed his grip from the handle, now a little bent, and cracked his knuckles.

"With pleasure…" He said, a toothy grin spread across his face as he charged a robot not looking at him.

His fist drawn as far back as it could go, he let out a grunt as he delivered a hell of a punch into the robot's metal dome. Despite his plated gloves he winced slightly at the reverb of the punch. However, as they soon found the robot was a little more worse for wear as it's cranial structure was completely caved in. Nikolai let out a laugh as he ducked under the first punch sent his way.

As he bobbed and weaved he noticed that Hastings was out cold. The kick to his chest had sent him into the opposite door hard enough to dent the reinforced steel. The robot that had taken him had already moved to join its allies in fighting the other three members of Hunter Squad.

"Get off me you metal bastard!" Simmons grunted as he blocked the punches from the robot that was currently straddling him.

As the robot on Simmons pulled back its fist Simmons shot a quick punch into its chest and staggered it as he pushed into the hydraulics on the bipeds thigh he hoped that these things had a similar weak points to humans with their hydraulic muscles.

Simmons soon found that it did as its leg spasmed at the sudden change in hydraulic pressure. Kicking his leg out and bringing it back over the front of the robot's neck, he found himself one-up on the robot. Smirking, he gripped the robots reversed arm and brought it down on his pelvis, the arm bar making the servos groan before the metal joint snapped.

Rolling backwards Simmons shot up and lunged forwards delivering a knee straight to the robots chin, shattering the smooth faceplate and snapping the neck backwards. As the mechanical body fell to the floor he looked towards Wulff who had just deflected a bladed arm belonging to one of the robots with his own knife.

"Make yourself useful Major, help me!" Wulff grunted as he pushed back against the bladed arm of the robot, struggling to keep the dagger from his jugular.

Thinking fast he delivered a swift kick to the machines leg but was surprised when the machine showed almost no reaction. Instead it reeled back its blade and shot forward, taking advantage of Wulff's surprised state, the dagger piercing straight through his left shoulder.

"Fuck… you piece of metal sh..." He yelled, unable to finish as the robot punched him straight in the chest sending him flying off the blade and skidding to a halt at the other end of the hold.

"Dammit," Nikolai cursed out upon seeing another ally go down, "Major, what do we do!" Nikolai cursed out as he dove backwards, missing a metal knee to the face by an inch.

Standing up, Nikolai looked to Simmons who had taken a combat stance next to him at the far end of the cargo hold. A bloody Wulff at their feet and an unconscious Hasting on the other side of the four robots that remained.

"Two of those damn robots for two of us... this isn't looking good Map." Simmons mumbled in a grim tone, unsheathing the knife from his hip holding it in a reverse grip.

"Da, this isn't looking very good at all." Nikolai responded as he too drew his weapons, the two ice picks that he had not been able to access until now.

Simmons and Nikolai glanced at each other before nodding. They had just started their charge when four loud cracks echoed through the hold, the four robots stopping in their tracks, falling forwards to the floor. Bullets in each of their heads.

Nikolai and Simmons looked towards the cockpit hatch and saw the Co-pilot standing there with his Peacemaker drawn, the barrel still smoking. A neutral look on his face as he twirled his pistol before sliding it into the holster on his thigh.

"You four really got messed up, dump those out the door so we can dodge these hostile rounds better." The copilot stated nonchalantly as he returned to the cockpit.

Nikolai just stared at the door as he slowly turned to Simmons who just replied to his dumbfounded look with a shrug. Simmons just shook his head and sheathed his knife before turning to the six robot frames.

"I actually wanted to use these things…" Nikolai mumbled in a dejected manner as he hooked the ice picks back onto his vest, walking towards the unconscious bleeding body of Wulff and still unconscious Hastings.

Simmons pushed the metallic bodies to the door before pushing them all out, the figures spiraling as they plummeted towards the ground. Simmons wiped his hands as he looked at Nikolai. Nikolai had just finished up securing the other two members of Hunter Squad in two seats as the familiar snap of gunfire from the ships started up again.

"Get in a seat, now!" Simmons yelled as Nikolai hopped in a seat and pulled the harness down.

Simmons jumped over to a seat of his own as he hooked in, the ship shaking as the fire from the hostile aircraft getting dangerously close.

"What the hell pilot, lose them!" Nikolai yelled into his radio as the craft bobbed around and entered a climb, the pilot replying a second later.

"You wanna try flying!? No? Ok then, just shut up and let us do our job!" The pilot shot back as Nikolai looked at the offending radio and then the door to the cockpit.

Simmons watched as Nikolai mentally murdered the pilot and co-pilot. It was quite amusing and just about as close as they were going to get to a break from the looks of what had already transpired.

Then the transport lurched to the side followed by a brief silence, and then chaos as rounds punched through the rear of the craft. Holes appeared in the sides and back of the craft as the guns chewed through the thick metal plating.

After the fire stopped, Nikolai and Simmons looked at each other and then around the cabin. The many dozens of new windows in the hull made them feel lucky that they were unharmed.

"At least we're still alive…" Nikolai said, letting out a sigh as the transport lurched again, this time downwards.

"This is your captain speaking," Came the pilot's frighteningly calm voice over the speakers, "If you look out the right side of the aircraft you will notice a rather worrying amount of black smoke coming from the engine." Simmons and Nikolai Looked out the window at the shot up engine as it twitched and sputtered.

After observing it, a loud bang and tearing was heard as the engine burst into flames and shut down as Simmons and Nikolai watched. The aircraft quickly tilted to the right as engine power dropped dramatically.

"And now it's on fucking fire, great. This is you captain again, this bucket wasn't meant to fly on one engine in atmosphere." The pilot stated as his struggle with the controls could be felt by the still conscious members of Hunter Squad.

The transport, being a mainly space-faring vessel, relied on the array of thrusters and vtol engines to fly. The fact that one of the main engines had gone FUBAR meant that almost 50% of the vehicle's thrust was gone. Also the lack of any real wings meant that gliding was not an option.

"What do you mean, not meant to!" Simmons yelled through his radio as the transport continued its downward descent, the forest below them rapidly approaching.

"These dropships aren't meant to spend a long time in atmosphere… perhaps if we didn't use a damn EMP then we wouldn't be in this situation!" The co-pilot answered Simmons question, throwing in a blunt criticism of his previou order.

"Oh, so now it's my fault!?" Simmons returned fire as the co-pilot let out a loud sigh.

"Can we not argue about this right now!? We're kind of trying to fly a broken dropship." The communication with the cockpit cut off as Simmons let out a sigh of defeat.

"So he complains about it and then he cut's communications!?" Simmons questioned under his breath as Nikolai remained silent in his seat, gripping the harness for dear life and making sure it was well secured.

Wulff regained consciousness at possibly the worst moment he could. Awakening to the sound of emergency sirens and the flash of warning lights was probably not what he had planned after getting stabbed by a robot.

Simmons and Nikolai were unaware with the awakening of their squadmate as he moved and winced in pain. The hole in his shoulder continued to bleed as he clenched his teeth. Grimacing, he took his hand and clamped down on the hole as he observed his surroundings.

After looking to his right he spotted Simmons and Nikolai sitting in transport chairs, the harnesses clamped down. Looking to his left he spotted an unresponsive Hastings, the dent in his helmet being a sure sign of the cause of his condition.

"Ugh, my body hurts…" Wulff mumbled as he stretched his legs and good arm.

"Doc, you finally awake?" Nikolai asked as Wulff turned his head to face the other two members of Hunter Squad.

Wulff nodded to Nikolai who, upon being satisfied with the answer turned back to Simmons. Wulff looked back to the rather poor looking interior of the transport as he started remembering the events that had transpired. He was about to speak to Simmons when the transport shook violently again, another burst of fire from the hostiles still hot on their tail.

Wulff looked out the side of the ship and saw the trees rapidly approaching, now only around 100 meters below them. The panic evident in his features as he pointed to the window.

"The forest!" Wulff yelled in a mix of panic and surprise as he tightened the harness as far as it could go.

Simmons and Nikolai doing the same as the pilot pulled up on the stick one last time, a fruitless attempt to use the shape of the transport to bleed off airspeed.

"Better hold on gentlemen! This is gonna hurt!" The pilot grunted through the speakers as the whole of Hunter Squad, minus an unconscious Hastings, held on for dear life as the sound of snapping trees met them.

Simmons took in one last gasp of air just before impact.

The transport shook violently as they were tossed around their seats. Simmons, Nikolai, and Wulff slightly regretted tightening their restraints all the way as they were now receiving some major whiplash in all their extremities.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the transport flipped and halted almost instantaneously. The rapid change in G-forces causing Simmons, Wulff, and Nikolai to join Hastings in a deep slumber.

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