<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Ghost_zpsc7908c1a.jpg)</div><br/><em>Th.....Bravo...ad to.....ck Sun,  .....re com.....n ...ard. Re.....ting ......tus......ther un.....,....er.” </em><br/><br/>Allia heard Kari's request to the Dropship for an update.  It was broken, but she could hear through the static, the concern in Kari's voice at the prospect that anyone else had survived.  Allia knew that recon was gone.  Each of her Lance mates torn down with little regard for laws of combat of any form of respect.  They were torn down like antelop being overwhelmed by a pack of vultures.  Tears slowly filled her eyes as the rush of adrenaline from the running fight started to subside and the pain of their loss started to fill her.<br/><br/>As Gheistwulf cleared the threshold of the Dark Star's cargo bay and the red night combat tactial lights gave the cargo hold a dull red hue she turned quickly, bringing her PPC and Laser to bear in case someone got through the defensive line.  Her back squarely against the inside of the dropship, she slammed her emergency escape button, forcing the hatch to pop open.  She pulled a radio from her hip pocket, keying the mike.  Bravo Lead, this is Gheistwulf,  Recon's been destroyed.  The fraking Falcon's tore them down without any regard for surrender.  Tears filled her eyes now, as she added her PPC to the volley of beams tearing through the dark towards the shadows of Falcon mechs trying to break through the small chokepoint they had as an entrance to the landing zone.  "We need to run.  There's a whole Trinary trying to punch through that hole.  We need to get out of here before their Destroyer targets us like the rest of the dropships."<br/><br/>She hated to admit it, but anyone who wasn't on the ship at this point, wasn't going to make it.  Damian and Kari were running up behind her, but there were only Falcon's behind them, the door was closed.