"This is our frontier" Briggs said to the few pilots on the dropship, "We are not going to give up our homes be taken by the IMC so they can continue their ravenous path. This has been war for the past few years. Since the battle of Demeter, we have pushed the IMC back, and we have been winning battles back and forth, it hasn't been easy what so ever and this is nowhere near the end. But if we win this, we are one step closer to winning and keeping the frontier safe."
Aeryn looked around her, she saw multiple pilots but knew only a few of them were going to survive this mission, if any of them at all. Among the twelve pilots that were on the ship she only saw one that stuck out to her. Josiah, one of her best friends. Someone she could trust. He was the one that she told everything to. She smiled, and he smiled back and waved. Aeryn looked back to Briggs and lost her smiled. She had a feeling that he wasn't going to make it very far. He was the one person that she actually felt like she really knew.
"Things will never be the same, after this battle. We aren't fighting for a single planet, a single region, or a single universe. BUT THE WHOLE FRONTIER" Briggs said saluting the pilots then stepped out of the dropship, "Your Titans are not far behind, they will be dropped at random, you may not survive until then, I am sorry, Good luck pilots."
"Settle in and get ready for warp speed," The pilot of the ship said starting the ignition procces, "It won't take but twenty mikes."
Aeryn sighed and looked at the Pilots around her. A burly black male who had a scar on his forehead leading through his left eye, which had been glazed over, down to his jaw. Looks like the work of Richter. One of Blisk's Mercenaries.
There was also a Caucasian female besides him. She looked young, and she was beautiful. Gentle curves, and an odd cut for a woman, a buzz cut. Odd.
Then her eyes settled on Josiah. Dark blonde hair, soft gentle eyes, and looks that could make any woman swoon for him, any woman but Aeryn, she wasn't quite looking for a relationship. She didn't have anything against him, but she's been kinda paranoid since a few yeas ago when the sexual harassment started. And earlier today, with what Thomas did.
Aeryn shook her head then focused on her helmet which sat on her lap. The Marauder corps insignia. A gentle curve to the helmets lens, a yellow green color emanating from it. After that she set it back on her lap and looked over her gear, a throwing knife, capable of emanating a vibration that only Pilot helmets can detect, and sends it back to the knife revealing the pilots position. Aeryn tucked the blade back into it's sheath and looked at the firestars she was given as ordinance. An odd shape but cleverly designed. A glass ball in the middle of the star which encased enough thermite to ignite an area of about five feet. Anyone or anything caught inside was dead if it didn't get out within a few seconds.
Before Aeryn could look at the rest of her equipment pilot came to a stop in a clearing.
"Here we are folks, Typhon, Good luck on your mission, and hopefully I see at least one of you at the end of the day." The pilot said as he opened the main door and the four of them jumped out after dawning their helmets.
"Stick together and we'll survive, understood" The black male said looking at the three other pilots besides him who nodded.
"Good, I never got to introduce myself, but there's no time for formalities, we need to trace BT's steps and secure the fold weapon. We've been told before, Some of us aren't going to make it, Maybe none of us will." he said then looked back in front of him in time to fly back blood spattering on the ground behind him. That's when they heard the gunshot.
"Get to cover" The woman screamed and the three of them scrambled to get to some form of cover, be it a tree, rock or shrubbery.
Continued in chapter Seven
