Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160110050246

The explosion ripped through the hallway, causing the walls to shake, and shrapnel flew from where the grenade had landed, imbedding itself in the walls and where the two Soviet were ducking.

Carter approached the shuttle, a hand held to his lower chest.

"It's the Sergeant Major!" Reynolds called, having been watching from the door.

"Are you alright, sir?"

Carter nodded, climbing up and into the rocket. "Get us out of here." He muttered.

"Hey, Sarg, good to see you, why I-"

"Gunny." Carter cut him off in a flat voice.

"Right away, yes, sir." The pilot said, suddenly much more professional. The rocket's engine roared, and shot out of the hanger, back through the telsa fields.

"Command?  This is Carter.  Mission accomplished."

Outside, the battle dwindled to a halt as the Queztel made a hasty retreat away from the station. The Trotsky did no pursue. To do so would've been suicide- in a one on one fight, the Quetzel was the much more powerful ship.

Carter's Delta IX zipped among the stars, dashing towards the Quetzel.