Jennifer growled as the pilots voice echoed into the cabin, this mission had just gone from tits up to tits on fire and spewing loud curses. "<strong>No fucking way lady, like hell we're going to get ourselves court martialed so you guys can use us to unfuck yourselves. We go in, get the doctor and we're getting the fuck out of dodge and doing our job, not yours!</strong>" Jennifer's voice was laced with venom as she stood and marched up into the cockpit, pressing herself in next to Jennings and looking down at the colony. People were milling about their business, seemingly unaware of the communications they'd just received.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the communications building burst up into a ball of flame and shreded metal as two of the dropships were shot down. Jennifer switched the safety off her pulse rifle and leaning back. "<strong>Load and up and ready up, we've got a hot LZ, Maxwell and Jackson first out, set me a perimeter. Knapp and Lewis hold the bird. Everyone else scoot and go, anyone with a weapon and not in M-gear light em' up.</strong>" Jennifer swung her M41A off her shoulder and gripped it viciously with both hands, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she patted Jennings on the shoulder. "<strong>Take us in low and fast, drop us on the deck and then arm yourself and get out of the cockpit, but keep her running.</strong>" Jennifer nodded as they decended, her eyes fixed on the obliterated communications building and and people milling about. She ventured back into the cabin and walked past her seat, pressing her M41A's stock against her shoulder and grabbing her radio. "<strong>Prometheus this is Dagger One Echo(One-Five), we're beginning our final approach now. Will relay sitrep on ground. Out.</strong>"