"What the fuck are you talking ab-"<br/><br/>The transmission was cut off, by another cutting in.<br/><br/>"GET US THE HELL OF-"<br/><br/>The second was cut off when a large chunk of the communications building went up in a fireball, taking the array with it.  The radio was suddenly full of chatter, other pilots switching to all channels.<br/><br/>"What the fuck was that?!"<br/>"Eight-six! Watch your proxim-"<br/>"Five-two and eight-six just went down inside the main complex!"<br/><br/>The people that had been milling about outside didn't seem bothered by anything going on around them. They just continued doing whatever they were doing. The base artillery, however, suddenly powered down, the lock that had been on the drop ship severed.<br/><br/>"This is Colonel Crowley. All ships remaining are to continue on mission. I'm diverting squad nine-four to the crash site. We're showing five life signs left from those drops. Group up and continue with missions. Watch yourselves boys and girls. You might just end up dead."<br/><br/>One of the drop ships made a wide turn and moved toward the crash site.