"I didn't know you made house calls, Pegasus!"
"You know our motto, We Deliver!"
Bob could see the ATR's infantry support guns swiveling around, scanning for motion.
"Move it marines, Go Go Go!"
Ten heavies coasted the sixty feet down to the station;s surface, foming a perimeter around the gaping hole that Pegasus had cut in the station's outer hull. The marines were pulling themselves and their wounded up into the ATR's recovery airlock, a large bay door on the bottom of the craft. Inside, two medics were waiting to speed the critically wounded through the airlock and to the transport's medical bay. Bob watched and waited until every last one of his marines was off, then saluted to the lieutenant leading the heavies, one of his own platoon leaders, and rocketed up to the ship. The heavies followed suit, breaking perimeter and moving up while the ship covered them. As soon as everyone was accounted for,the ship pulled away. Bob shook his head as he watched the station receding as the ATR headed for the carrier, closing its outer doors. He walked throught he bio-lock, then into the locker room to remove his suit and sit down. It had been a long day, and he'd still need to go through a very thorough debriefing with his officers and the captain of the Musgrove. They had actually accomplished much of their mission despite the calamities. They had recovered a test subject, and had left local taps on several terminals, each with extremely high access levels.
All the same, he still felt beaten. He wanted to go and get payback for the two marines he had lost today, and the others who were still not safe.
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NEW NAME FOR THE DREADNOUGHT
The Hard-Boiled Egg
Why?
Because she cant be beaten!