[i][b]QUICK NOTE:[/b][/i] I have given everyone here callsigns, so we don’t have Supreme Butthurt’s name being called out in the middle of combat. Barbarian Brick: Hourglass Varvatos Vex: Vex deatheater200: Frost M-Shprang- Shprang Kronos-IX: Scout Artemis: Tex VPHammer: Books CrazyCobaltMan: Cobalt Solargeo: Sol Doctor False: Doc Skweezy Jibs: Ajax Cell-3: Badger ATitanSquirrel: Acorn TheGreatAdidas: Dagger RheubenThePig: Trump Supreme Butthurt: Slip Clyde-4: Rookie A Guard looks on, watching the doors to the hanger watchfully. All of a sudden, a blur of over a dozen Pilots bolt right past him, with all of them screaming profanities and yelling at each to hurry up. “They must be late” The Guard Says, with a disappointed look on his face. Hourglass and the others run by another set of guards, nearly trampling them in the process. “Get a move on it dammit! This is not a fućking joke!” Yells Hourglass as he runs by the final set of guards The group of Pilots finally open up the door, and see the war room, only separated from the hanger by a glass window. “Where the actual hell have you guys been! We are set to drop in 10 minutes!” barks Sanders, the commander of the 6-4 ship, [i]The Defiant[/i]. Sanders has two pilots behind him, who look just as bored as him. Another Pilot is sleeping in the corner next to his Titan. “We’re sorry sir, Badger and Sol wouldn’t stop arguing.” Pleads Hourglass. “You piece of shit” bites back Badger “Vex takes full responsibility sir” says Vex. “Man, your fućking weird.” Says Badger, clearly annoyed. “Vex knows this, deadass. Vex beat your time by 14 seconds, Vex recalls.” Vex says, shivering excitingly. “Whatever bitch. You probably cheated” “I don’t fućking care, but you all showed up late. The new guy showed up earlier than you guys!” Sanders says, motioning to Rookie, dozing off in the corner. “He’s fućking asleep! He probably was here all day!” Argued Badger, very pissed off. “Maybe, but at least he’s here. Speaking of that, let me introduce the 2 Pilots behind me. This is Scout and Doc, 2 of the Miltias best. They will be helping us during this operation.” Said Sanders rudely. “Alright. Do you have a Briefing? Or are we just going to go in blind?” Said Books, finally speaking. “Yes, sorry.I think you all know why were here, I hope? If not, here you go. [i]We are the 6-4. We are family. We look out for our friends. But right now, our friends are in trouble. Our Militia friends are currently trying to save a planet from the IMC called Hades. Why they are doing this, I don’t know. Hades is a living hellscape. A desert lined with nothing but mountains and volcanoes. However, the minerals that this planet produces is more than enough incentive for one of the most powerful military’s in the galaxy to raid it. Unfortunately, the civilians are being caught in the middle. The Militia has hired our Pilots, along with with personnel from the Angel City Elites and others to form a joint operation to hold the IMC forces back long enough to evacuate the Civilians. We are going to be divided into two teams, Alpha and Beta. Alpha will be making sure that no one kills any of the civilians while they are getting evacuated. Beta will be landing on the IMC ship [b]The Crucible[/b], and taking it down from the inside. We will also be hot dropping the city with our Titans. [/i] Everyone: “ fućk YES!” “Anyway, teams will consist of Hourglass, Frost, Books, Doc, Acorn, Dagger, Sprang and Vex will be on Alpha. Ajax, Scout, Tex, Cobalt, Sol, Badger, Trump, Slip, and the Rookie.” Everyone on Alpha: “YES!” Everyone on Beta “FUĆK!” “Well guys, we have 2 minutes until drop. Get ready.” Sanders says while walking away. *Badger and Sol look daggers at each other* “Out of all the people I could have been teamed with, I got teamed with you.” Sol says, annoyed. “Listen up hardass. I fućking hate you too, but we’re together, so we might as well work together.” Badger Says, sympathetically. “Bitch please, I can do this myself.” Sol says, walking away. *Tex and Trump walk over to to the Rookie, and look at him.* “Why the actual fućk is this guy sleeping on the job?” Tex asks curiously “We have a big mission ahead of us, hell, we should be getting sleep right now. “Fućk that.” Tex says, annoyed, and butts Rookie in the head with the end of her Kraber. *Rookie wakes up, confused* “Hey, watch it!” Trump Says, trying to defend Rookie. “Whatever. This is a job for Veterans, not Recruits. He’s going to be the first to die calling it.” Spat Tex, as she was walking away. “Don’t mind her, she’s tired, As we all are. Here, take this.” Says Trump, as he hands Rookie a silenced R-97 from the weapons rack. “Besides, now will be the time it will pay to be the strong, silent type.” Trump Says, smiling. Announcer:[b][i]All Alpha Team Pilots please enter your Titans.[/i][/b] “Well that’s our cue. I’m trusting you with my people Ajax, please take care of them.” Hourglass says while climbing the ladder to his Titan. *Hourglass climbs into his Scorch, and the cockpit’s screens clear. Titan: Scorch Systems transferred to Pilot. Announcer:[b][i]Drop commence in 5, 4, 3 2,[/i][/b] *Hourglass holds his breath* [i][b]1, Drop![/b][/i]