Ian hands one of the other marines the coordinates.<br/><br/>"OK, you hear em'. Drop a thermo-mortar right there. Better get cover, Sir.  You don't have a power suite."<br/><br/>The mortar screamed and the blinding flash of its thermo warhead followed shortly after.<br/><br/>"The medic is over there," he said pointing. "And the Captain should be here any second."<br/><br/>Marines continued to assemble on the ridge and some com specialists set up the LOS laser communicator uplink.<br/><br/>"We got the fleet," one of them announced.