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Carter nodded. "Understood, Stockings take-"

"No!" Byron said, surging forwards. "Do not send your soldiers out.  To do so what be your undoing.  You must hold here.  If anything they shall come to you."

Carter looked at Byron, his expression unreadable behind his helemt.

"Why?"

"Lieutenant Aiden attempted this the first time.  He did the very same thing you are doing now.  It meant the death of his entire team.  You must hold here, and then escape as a group."

Carter was silent for a long moment, and the eyes of his men were on him, until he simply nodded, and then settled down against a cyro pod, leaning against it's surface casually, duster pooling around his ankles.

The Soviets met no resistance. The ship was quiet. Far too quiet for something that was called a "city, battleship, and weapon all rolled into one." Suddenly, the lights started flickering on and off, like a little kid had gotten to the lightswitch somewhere.