"Got one!! Dragging it with us!"
Gun sticks the scope over the edge of the wahdi. Yep, here they come. Tersely, he orders, "Get ready". Three teams of Pathfinders prepare to go over the lip. Gun spots Aerya as she and her Reform Team preform a fighting withdrawal. Hovering over them is an Alien Scoutship, pumping out Aliens as fast as it could from its teleporter. Gun watches as one luckless Reform member is pounced on by 4 Aliens and torn apart.
Gun comms her, "Little closer, get it next to the wall."
Aerya and the remants of her Team put their backs to the wall below the Pathfinders and stage a heroic and desparate defense. Alien reinforcements constantly teleporting in and swarming them. The Scoutship hovers over them, just within reach of the PF troops.
Gun stands up, "GO!"
The Pathfinders fling a titanium net over the Scoutship, then jump ONTO the ship...driving it into the sand. The Scoutship bounces, stunned, and is again driven into the sand. The dismounted scouts, momentarily confused, go into a frenzy, trying to free the ship. A whirling melee breaks out. The Allied troops trying to keep the Scoutship on the ground and unable to t'port more aliens, the aliens trying to free the Scoutship, and the Scoutship itself just trying to get away.
Gun and Aerya throw a black hood over what their best guess was the Crafts sensors, as other troops try to secure a mirrored armor plate under the Ship, to block the T'porter. The rest of the Allied troops fight the frantic Aliens.
Aerya murmurs into her comms, and in seconds a whine fills the air. Gun looks up to see a transport shuttle hovering over them, opening its belly doors. Chains drop and are quickly secured to the Alien Ship. Gun motions to 2 of his teams to get on top of the Ship and ride up with it. They will be needed to manhandle the panicked alien craft. Aerya gives a thumbs up to the shuttle crew, and powerful winches start to drag the Alien into the shuttle. They watch as the doors close on their prize and Aerya turns a dazzeling smile to Gun. He grins in return, shouting, "Lets be like the Good Shepard, and get the Flock outta here!"
Pumping a fist in reply, she warps her team out. "Do it," He comms MJ, and finds himself in the Grid.
Trundling along the grid, heading for Base, Gun gets the message that the Ship is being unloaded at Omni Labs now. Sighing in relief, ((does one breathe in the grid?)), he acknowledges the report. Study of the Aliens teleporter will be worth a fortune to the Company. Maybe even enuff for him to be forgiven for beating up those Unis.
Zoning out at PF Base, he stretches. Very good OP, very smooth. News of the joint Reform/Pathfinder Mission will help get some pressure off him. Especially a Mission this important. He shakes his head. If only his personal life were as easy.