Vez Tek was prepared. She got her armor on, it's red hue denoting her rank as Major. She small squad was around her, arming up. They would take a phantom from the corvette down planetside to their objective. What that objective was? She didn't know yet.

  As they boarded and waited to depart, she read a message she had been sent from her matron mother.

  Apparently she was in system, supporting and protecting the rear of the fleet. She was in a heavy Frigate, and while she knew she would be fine, Vez Tek couldn't help but worry due to the contents of the message.

  Apparently, she had chick's aboard the vessel! Why? Why couldn't she be normal? Most matrons with chicks stayed home! But no. Mother HAD to be working even now...

  Vez sighed. There was nothing she could do. She had already begged her to get home, to a kindly "mind your damn business, dear." She cursed, hissing audibly in the troop bay.

  The other kig yar in the bay politely pretended that nothing had happened, and went back to chatting. That stopped when an elite in red armor stepped aboard.

  The elite walked to the front of the bay and looked back on them. There was her group of skirmishers, and one of regular kig yar infantry. The elite began to speak.

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  "Pay attention, our mission is simple. We are to take and control an area called C-9001. We are to hold this section until relieved. The rest of the troops aboard are going to C-9002-7. The corvette is set to bombard, then cover us from-"

  A loud explosion rocked the ship. The ship yaw'd to the left and began to spin. Artificial gravity failed, and we began spinning in the cabin.

  She bounced off one jackle, and hit head first into the wall. She screeched in pain and rage, toggling the coms to the pilot.

  "TURN ON GRAVITY! GO, LAUNCH NOW! GO GO GO GO!" She screeched down the mic. The gravity turned on an indeterminate time later, and she felt the ship gun it forward as fast as they could.

  She hit the deck and rolled. There were squawks of rage, hisses of anger, and the roaring of the elite who sounded pissed. The ride bounced again, and she hissed in pain and general upsetness.

  "Pilot what happen?" She asked.

  "The corvette got hit, and rammed by a human vessel. She is going down. It looks like drop pods are falling... few dropships though, Major."

  She wanted to scream, to hit something. Instead, she began her calming rituals. It wouldn't do to rip someone's guts out. No, now was a time for contemplation.

  "Where largest group of friends in sector? Land there. Too few, too spread out." She said.

  "No, stay the course, orders were given from on high." The Senghili major rumbled over coms.

  "Bad idea. Not enough troops. Will fail, many casualties. Not enough men." She said, her voice low, not happy at all.

  "Orders, are orders, you faithless wretch! Have some, and be assured of victory." The senghili barked.

  She hissed, low and slow. Every jackle paused and looked at her. That was not a friendly call. That was closer to a 'you insist on getting your guts ripped out'.

  She glared at the Senghili. They were nominal equals in rank. But, if she was found disobeying orders from it...

  "Fine then." She hissed venomously. You lead these rabble. Stay away from my kin. YES?" She said.

  There was no reply, but a snort. She screeched in anger, and started cursing in her native tongue.

  This had already started shit. It was going to get worse. With allies like the Senghili over there, she was cursing her luck. Today was going to be terrible.