[b]The Rising Tide[/b] [i]Planet 4C158[/i] The arrival is harsh. The Imperial Forces warship blots out the sun as it lands, destroying multiple trees on artificial planet 4C158, or the outpost for Fireteam India. The men and women in giant, hulking armor step out, lead by a freakishly tall humanoid in a plaster mask and another man, clad in black armor, who brandishes a silver knife with the initials J.D. carved into its wooden handle and the side of the blade itself. From behind the two, an hourglass figure steps out of the shadows. Her luscious red hair falls to the shoulders of her skin-tight black latex suit, which makes her more busty then before. Her green eyes glimmer like emeralds, as she is in the daylight, beautiful. Some of the men who stand before her smile, the large crowd of Fireteam India representatives and soldiers. "Men, draw your weapons," the beautiful woman commands, and all the IF synthetic soldiers, about 50 of them, draw their weapons including the two strange figures. The woman draws two mini-Uzi's that rested on her hips. "Fire! Damn you, fire!" The woman screams, and volleys upon volleys of billets mow down everyone in the crowd. Fireteam India wasn't wuick enough to fire back. Whatever soldiers left alive by some miracle of Hod are dragged into the IF Carrier for Intel. [i]Two Hours Later, On the ISS Avalon[/i] Sawyer and Decessare sit in the Command Bay, over a tape of gunfire ringing out and men screaming bloody murder for their lives, and then silence. Decessare shakes his head in disgust. "They murdered a whole Fireteam just to provoke us. And now they're gonna torture whoever is left until they find out what our secrets are. Good men, they were. This means war," Decessare grimaces with a steely expression. "Agreed," Sawyer nods, getting up. "We need to get on that carrier and extract the ones that got away before they spill the beans. Normally, I would've sent the ground troops in this situation, but the IF are no joke. The cavalry are in order." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]