Edmund watched the medic patch up the wounded marine and get him onboard the shuttle. When she told him that he'd be okay as soon as he got to a hospital he simply motioned for her to get on the shuttle herself. "<span style="color: red">Get ready to leave, we'll be out of here shortly.</span>" Once she had turned away from him he slowly shook his head. He knew full-well that the marine was likely to die, there was no hospital here for him to get to nor was there any blood to replace however much he had lost. If they ran into any more hostiles he would be a goner. He returned his focus to the hallway and kept his eye out for more incoming allies.<br/><br/>One came around a corner and gave a quick salute as Edmund waved them into the shuttle and climbed aboard without any questions or argument. At least someone seemed to understand how dire their situation was and could put a fire under their own ass. Not far behind that marine was another, a Reptilian that appeared to have just narrowly avoided his own death after squeezing through a door. Edmund spoke up, "<span style="color: red">First Lieutenant Edmund Eckhard, I'm in command here. We need to get out of here now-</span>" As though to emphasize his words there was a loud bang as a door opened next to him into a side hallway and a woman flew through and landed at his feet. "<span style="color: red">Arsenios, get in the shuttle. We're getting out of here.</span>" He motioned for both of the new arrivals to get in and then quickly followed them in, hitting the button on the wall as he did so that slammed the doors of the shuttle shut.<br/><br/>Edmund walked over to the pilot and gave her a tap on the shoulder, "<span style="color: red">Get us the fuck out of here, pilot. Our best bet is probably planetside, plot us a course down to the surface and try to avoid any hitchhikers on the way out or getting shot down.</span>" Once Edmund finished he quickly made his way to a seat and strapped himself in. He was a bit worried about how the outside hull was doing, if there were too many drones on the hull then they might end up getting a few on them on the way out. He dismissed the thought and tried to concentrate on the fact that he was alive and they had better chances now than they did just a few minutes ago.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Once the shuttle took off and the bay doors opened it would immediately be obvious just how bad it was. The second there was even a slight crack of the doors there were drones trying to climb through, but the opening was large enough to avoid them climbing onto the shuttle on the way out.<br/><br/>Once out of the bay the view of the ship was a combination of awe-inspiring and terrifying. It was crumbling apart and even as it was being destroyed there were still drones cutting fresh holes into it and climbing in, presumably trying to ensure that there was no possible way to save the ship.<br/><br/>The other two carriers were faring slightly better, but neither of them looked very good either. One didn't have many drones on it but had a large deadened scar across its bulk where laser fire had sliced through its armor and depressurized a large section of it. The other was crawling with drones that were cutting holes in, though not nearly as many as the ship they had just gotten off of, but otherwise seemed largely untouched. The Grey ships hadn't lost any more of their number since the last shot fired by the now deceased carrier, a worrying sign.<br/><br/>However not long after they were in space the control systems and sensors of the escape shuttle start erroring out, reducing its ability to properly maneuver as the gravity well of the planet starts pulling it in. The control panel of the escape shuttle starts giving off dozens of warnings about high energy levels as the planet looms below.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>