As soon as David's team reached the common room, four other hybrids approached him and were speaking code, giving him a quick salute. David was perplexed for about half a second, but they were instructed to report to the leader of Team Charlie. David returned the salute, also giving them a quick nod as they fell in with the rest of his team.<br/><br/>All communications were now via code. This code was very carefully made, and had a few different versions to memorize, as there were some sounds that very few hybrids made, and others that half of the hybrid army could make. Although, it wasn't necessarily different versions. It just meant that a particular word or phrase would have up to six different forms, and constant practice was necessary to maintain proficiency. David's earpiece clicked.<br/><br/>"David, this is Spotted Flight. Rendezvous with your new team members and pull security on South Entrance Three." Her code was said as quickly as he could understand as his team quickly made a formation consisting of three files, with Chomps in the very center, David in the rear center for extra coverage on the rear flank.<br/><br/>"That's a good copy, Spotted Flight. Any word on Echo Tango?" Echo Tango was code for 'Enemy Troops'. Though usually loosely used for anyone they were ordered to kill on a mission, this was at least somewhat planned by the enemy, and most likely fit them perfectly.<br/><br/>"David, that rumbling was a boarding party, and we're about to face some of the local populous face to face in less than five minutes. I will be at South Entrance One, Delta Charlie at Two. Spotted Flight Out." He had heard briefly about the area of operations they were now in, and he shook his head for a moment, knowing this sector possibly contained a handful of the most militaristic races in the galaxy.<span style="font-style: italic">"So this was the final mission's sector. I figured they would try to have us all killed off this time..."</span><br/><br/>Upon reaching the door, he ordered his team to set up a variation of the 'Meat Shield Formation'. Whenever a door was about to be blasted open or he was in a defensive position, he took a guarded stance, facing away from the door to allow his natural armor to withstand any initial damage. As soon as the initial phase was over, he would drop down to one knee, allowing the prepared fighters that were two steps away from him to fire with cover without the need to move in any way except to rest their weapons on his broad shoulders. Those with longer ranged weapons found cover behind a wall and pointed their weapons at the door, careful not to have their sights on the hybrid shield. The remainder of his team lay in the prone position about eighteen inches away from the wall, and at differing lengths away from the door itself, to prevent friendly fire, reduce the risk of any wall riding shrapnel, and maintain a sector of fire on the door at all times. Whatever was coming, they were prepared for just about anything, even one hybrid pulling security above, just in case. The rear flank was sighted by David, and in case of an emergency, he had his handgun holster clips undone, for easier access to an accurate weapon with moderate range.<br/><br/>David's team organized themselves exactly how he planned, and all weapons were locked and loaded. A shock wave shook the whole ship, and it felt even closer than the first. David took a deep breath, and awaited inevitable.