<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>The<em>Vulture’s</em>sudden demise bought Kari some relief, but seeing the<em>Black Sun</em>was infinitely more so. The massive Dropship’s cannons were already firing, serving to keep the Falcon forces at bay, their ferocity and bloodthirst tempered by the sheer firepower they would be walking into. The<em>Trutzburg</em>was designed to be a mobile fortress, and right now their ship was doing just that.<em>And as long as the damned Clanners don’t call in any more orbital fire, we’re in here with a chance</em><br/><br/>It was a thought that helped buoy her and keep her going, knowing that refuge was so very close. Her<em>Black Knight</em>had been pushed to the point of mechanical failure, and Kari was both physically and emotionally drained. Between how long she’d been in battle and the devastation she’d witnessed, she felt barely alive. And yet, the presence of the ship helped her so much. She kept backing up, the remnants of her weaponry trained on the distant Falcon force, as if daring them to come forward. So far, there were no takers. Allia and Damien were with her, which definitely helped her mood.<br/><br/>“This is Bravo Lead to<em>Black Sun</em>,” she sent. “We are coming on board. Requesting status of other units, over.” Kari was hoping that the three of them were the last, that they were the final stragglers of the formation. She knew there had been losses, and she’d seen many of them herself, but she also wanted there to be more of the unit, more of her comrades, her allies, her friends and, above all else, her family to be alive, to have made it to the ship and be able to live on to fight another day.<br/><br/>And there was also a certain tactical assessment that was guiding her hopes. Any other survivors would need to punch their way through the Falcon line in order to escape. Not only that, but the simple fact was that the longer the ship remained on the ground, the slimmer their window of escape was. “Repeat, this is Bravo Lead to<em>Black Sun</em>.“We are coming on board. Requesting status of other units, over.” Kari anxiously awaited a reply.<br/><br/>“This is<em>Black Sun</em>to Bravo Lead,” the reply came, crackly and broken, but legible enough. “You are the first we’ve seen so far”<br/><br/>