Kyle had had a long day. Re-enlisting and all that entailed first thing then inspection of aircraft followed by sighting in his new rifle for a thousand or so rounds and killing house and so forth he was beat. But that was when he got the call. He knew he was on the marine commanders shit list but this was really out there. But he grabbed his kit and dragged his squad to the briefing room and off into space and cryo sleep they went. Kyle made sure everyone was accounted for and bio's were good before closing his hatch and drifting off to dreamless sleep.<br/><br/>Kyle awoke with a start. 'Damn he hated waking up from cryo. The nasty taste in your mouth. The asleep limbs that tingled forever before you could move normally. All in all not his favorite way to travel. But Kyle pulled the control panel towards him and woke the lieutenant first, a strange man, always insisted on leading from the front. Not usually a problem unless you hit an ambush but Kyle dismissed the thought because it left him to direct the men a bit more. Which with Kyle's experience meant he could keep more of them alive which suited him just fine.<br/><br/>After sending the lieutenant to storage for their synthetic he woke the rest o the squad and moved everyone as soon as possible into the armory. They were first squad and Kyle would be damned if that didn't mean best and first at everything they did. Everyone grabbed their kit and plenty of ammo and headed off to the hanger where some flyboy would deliver them to their mission.   As they were headed down the Lieutenant said to disperse the men,<strong>“I want a nice clean dispersal when we touch down. Expect the possibility of hostile contact as soon as we are down."</strong>“You heard the man,” Kyle barked out, down the ramp Diamond formation you know the drill” as the ramp hit the ground, “Move, move, move!”  As the marines fell into position Kyle grabbed the support gear depositing it on the ground outside the hatch and radioed the pilot, "we're five by five. Call you for extract.  Mission status green. Reporting no immediate threat but decimate signs of a fight.  Drop a com buoy in atom as you pass and we'll relay information as we go. Thanks for the lift."  Waving the pilot clear for lift off and he was gone.<br/><br/>"Alright ladies and gents I want eyes up. Dixie, Andrew, you’re on investigation. See if you can figure out what made those marks and while you’re at it see if there is anything here we can use. Sanders and Timothy, you're on com duty. Grab that antennae and get it set up. I want to be able to establish a channel home ASAP. These pirates come back I don't wanna be cut off. Roland, Sharon you're on door patrol. Find the way forward make sure it works and make sure nothing comes through it until we decide we're ready to move out.   Go!” As the men moved to their tasks Kyle walked to the lieutenant. "Alright sir we're here," he said, "but between you and me, where the hell are the bodies. This much damage and nobody got killed? Seems a little fishy." Double checking his kit and assuring his video and bio were transmitting. "What are your orders LT?"<br/>