Floating in the clouds of the nearest gas giant to the fleet was a massive Grey mining facility, the catwalks between the various sections of it crawling with countless drones that were hauling various components and raw materials from place to place. It hardly looked militarized until you took notice of the massive Grey suits that were standing near the main buildings of the mining facility, towering above the drones. Off one side of the mining facility were a series of dome shaped buildings, the domes split down the center with a thin separation, the docking bays for the mining station's defense force. Inside were groups of drone carriers, two of them per dome and there were eight domes in all that held drone carriers. Each drone carrier held 2,000 of the drones, each one folded up tightly so that at a glance the interior of the carrier looked like a mass of silver disks and black jointed limbs with little order. The drone carriers were backed up with two other domes the each held three main attack ships, each armed with heavy lasers capable of cutting through the armor of any PGMC vessel with little trouble.<br/><br/>The near-silence of the mining facility, the only sounds being the clacking of the drone's bladed limbs walking along the catwalks, was broken by a loud beeping sound followed by a green lights under the defense force's domes lighting up as the domes split along the separation and slid open, allowing the ships inside to lift off. As soon as they broke through the upper clouds of the gas giant's atmosphere it was blatantly obvious to the PGMC that they were there and where they were headed.<br/><br/><br/>Edmund was about to respond to Sandra when there was a deafeningly loud alarm and an automated voice declared, "Grey forces detected, drone carriers confirmed. ETA 10 minutes. All marines report to armory immediately. This is not a drill." The announcement looped after a few seconds, the alarm sounds joined by flashing blue lights along the floors of the hallways leading to the nearest armory. Edmund's smiles and friendly nature quickly evaporated at the sound of the alarm and he immediately knew what to do and he quickly moved out of the room and yelled out, for all those still in the briefing room and those nearby, "<span style="color: red">Move it, soldiers! Get your asses to the armory, on the double! Don't let those Grey bastards catch us with our pants down!</span>" And with that he immediately set off toward the armory at a running pace, the armory was only a minute or so away so it wasn't entirely necessary to sprint there or anything.<br/><br/>It took him less than a minute to arrive at the armory and as soon as he was through the door he looked around and already saw a few marines that were suiting up and getting their weapons. Dark thoughts went through his mind that these men would likely be dead in the coming hours, if not minutes. He knew how little chance they had in this fight, but he couldn't lose hope. He would fight to the bitter end, it's not as though he had much choice. With that resolute thought he made his way to his locker and pulled it open, wasting no time in pulling out the jumpsuit that went underneath his ballistic armor and stripping out of his casual uniform in record time. He got the jumpsuit on and quickly put on the ballistic armor before he grabbed his shotgun and place it onto the magnet on his back that held it firmly in place. He grabbed a satchel charge that sat in the locker and slung it over his shoulder then pushed it behind his back before he grabbed his assault rifle and held it to his chest as he walked over to a touchscreen display on the wall.<br/><br/>The response was a little sluggish with his hand now gloved, but he was able to fairly quickly pull up the report on the Grey force heading for them. "<span style="color: red">Fuck.</span>" He spoke under his breath in a hushed voice, not wanting to panic any of the men. Panic wouldn't help them now, they needed nothing short of the hand of god at this point. Sixteen drone carriers and six attack craft, this fleet would be lucky to last an hour and a half, if that. He knew now that the key to them surviving this would be to defend their generator at all costs, if that fell this whole ship would be little more than a death trap for everyone on board. And he didn't like the chances of getting out of this system without a fleet. He yelled out in a loud and clear voice to everyone in the armory, "<span style="color: red">Report in, we don't have time to waste men!</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>