Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160108202859

The Americans were already there. From where Aleksandra and her soldiers entered from they could see the landed Delta IX, and a few Soviets exchanging fire with Americans soldiers in some serious looking armor, glowing-red visors, expensive looking reflexive plates. This was no simple invasion team- whoever these soldiers were, they were here for a clear purpose. The invaders were easily winning, their superior training and gear making quick work of the pilots and dock workers.

"Carter, we've got a corridor to our rear flank.  Looks clear and good." Stockings called back.

From among the pillars and other scattered objects that made up Carter and his soldier's cover, the Sergeant Major responded, "Roger." Just that word alone over the earpiece gave his men the order they needed. They began to pull back at a clean pace, peeling off one by one, and the return fire towards the Soviets slowly ceased.

Carter took a final few shots himself, before backpedaling towards the corridor, the last to exit, gun trained on the flight deck proper.

Daniel shrugged. "No idea.  I'm just pilot.  First time I've ever seen it get this serious!"