Jennings could only raise an eyebrow and frown as communications with the tower suddenly cut off and an explosion lit up the colony below, the deafening detonation only barely audible through the thick hull of the UD4L. Immediately after everything went to hell with cries of help flooding all channels followed by orders from command. She was shocked to hear that even a few dropships had gone down. Feeling the sergeant next to her, she had to wonder what was going through the CO’s mind at the sight of the crumbling tower, now hidden under a screen of black smoke. It wasn’t like they hadn’t expected any action but there was a sense of something wrong about the entire scenario. As she felt the pat on her shoulder, the pilot turned to see the sergeant issuing for another fast drop before disappearing into the cabin to lock and load. This time the corporal was going to proceed with the orders before any further interruptions.<br/><br/>Punching it, she brought the UD4L in fast and low, swiveling it to a slow as she brought the lumbering hunk of metal over the drop zone. “Stand back, opening ramp,” she warned before flicking the switch, the large door whining open as the ship lowered. Once muffled by thick plating the roar of the engines drowned out all else now as the outpost came into view of the marines, the yard before them alight under the orange glow of the burning comm tower. Despite this the civilians seemed to be going on as if everything was business as usual, completely unaware of their torched building or the new military presence descending upon them. With a gentle jolt the dropship touched down, the ramp clanking as it came to a rest on the platform. “The mission’s yours marines,” came Jennings voice through the intercom as she brought out her pistol and released the clip before slamming it back into the chamber. Cocking her piece, she holstered it at her side as she sat up from the flight chair and moved towards the cabin, leaving the engines running as per the sergeant’s orders.<br/><br/>She could see the soldiers preparing to move out as she approached, making an effort to stay out of their way. She knew how pumped her passengers normally got before deploying, the last thing they needed was a pilot fumbling over them. Stepping up to the back she took a seat over a cargo crate beside the ramp and awaited further orders, her back pressing against the ship’s interior with her arms folded casually. The roar of the engine had thankfully gone down a few decibels, reaching a low whirr with still enough power to kick up debris and dust from the outside. She could surmise why the sergeant wanted them prepped for takeoff, especially since they had little idea of what they were charging into.