â€œWeapons free! Weapons free!â€<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">There was something to be said about the chaos of combat. It was in these moments that one was truly tested. When courage, faith and loyalty were truly tested. When it came down to it, in the moment of life or death that one would know their destiny, would know what they were meant for.</span></span><br/><br/>â€œOn our right! Our right!â€<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Blood. Pain. Chaos. <br/></span></span><br/>â€œShit! Shit! No no!â€<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Love. Hate.</span></span><br/><br/>â€œOn your six! On your six!â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">This was what made up a battle. This is what made up life and the desire to preserve or destroy it.</span></span><br/><br/><br/><br/>â€œAAHHHHH!!!â€  Angela screamed as her mech went tumbling through space from an explosion.<br/><br/>*Angela! You ok?* Krato's panicked voice reached out through the ringing in her ears.<br/><br/>â€œYeah....yeah....â€ the pain in her side ignored, while she checked the mech. â€œSystems?â€<br/><br/>*Functional*<br/><br/>â€œWeapons?â€<br/><br/>*Operational*<br/><br/>â€œWhat of the ships? How many do we have out there?â€  she coughed, the spittle of blood ignored.<br/><br/>*Enemy ships now number in half a dozen....each of them still have combined, over 3 dozen enemy mechs. The aliens are boosting our shields....but the Captain needs another 5 minutes until the engines are even ready to attempt a jump.... *<br/><br/>Another cough and the world was a bit hazy now, â€œAlright. Then let's help them get that 5 mins,â€ she managed to get out while she got the old mech back into gear. Engines hot, gun blazing she once again went back into the fray.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------<br/><br/>â€œVeronica! Keep this shit moving! Let our alien friends they need to dance our dance or get the hell off the dancefloor!â€<br/><br/>The voice of their Captain warmed and encouraged a many a crew, just by her words and the playful banter. Even if they were surely screwed, at least their Captain was there with them and doing whatever she could to make them feel safe.<br/><br/>â€œAye! Aye!â€ Veronica replied as she sent over the Captain's message verbatim, then focused on keeping the ship moving. If they were hard to hit, they would last longer. There was only a few more minutes that they needed to get through this. If they could last just a bit longer.....just a few more minutes....<br/><br/>"Captain, message from friendly vessel."<br/><br/>"Patch it through."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Ship Eylandra good to see you are still up and running. My name is Radulf Masters from the UFH I was sent to bring you supplies. Though seems like I arrived just in time for the fun." Radulf's grin was hidden behind his helmet as he analyzed the battlefield preparing to attack again.</span></span><br/><br/>"Good to hear from you, Masters. You have shown up at an...interesting time. We are preparing to jump in five minutes. You need to make it to our ship before then, or I fear you will be left behind. Our pilots are out there giving them hell, do your best to get through the chaos we will send you the security codes to allow you to enter our docking bay. Eylandra over and out," Troy signaled for the link to be ended and focused back on the combat at hand.<br/><br/>â€œShit....â€ someone swore in a whispers that cut through all the noise and chaos.<br/><br/>â€œWhat?â€ Troy snapped.<br/><br/>â€œThe Rapture....they have changed their course....â€<br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>â€œRam them,â€ Michael said without hesitation. â€œI want that ship brought down at all costs. Ram it! We will take out those human heathens and the aliens all in one swoop. The war would be won and we would be heroes! Rewarded with an blessed afterlife in the light of our heavenly father! This is our time! This is our destiny!â€<br/><br/>Though a cheer went up, Michael would never know he was the only one who truly felt that way. The rest of the crew were far too scared to speak out of turn and just figured that at least with death they would be free of him. It was better than dealing with him for much longer. God would save them and protect them.<br/><br/>They had their Faith.