The Syren Conspiracy (For Floozer)

[Archangel99]

For a moment, there is silence, and then a cheer goes up from the troops, some of them raising their guns in a salute to her. Pyro smiles and pats her on the back. "Nice one, Liv. Think that cheered them up a bit." She says, smiling.

[I'd be that one guy in the corner saying "Famous last words!" And laughing my ass off. Alone.]

 

[Floozer]

[Not alone... you would also deal with the angry crew slapping your shit around for killing the mood]

She turns off the com and sighs "Damn it... I thoguht I was going to choke there... any way... lets get down to the hangar."

 

[Archangel99]

"Yep..." Pyro murmurs, following her down to the hangar.

They see rows upon rows of the small one-man fighters tethered to the docking bays, each with a soldier getting in. Despite that, more than half of the fighters lie unused.
"Well... You're free to choose." Pyro says, chuckling.

 

[Floozer]

She looks about at the fighters before picking one to the far right "Good as any I guess." She puts on her helmet as she climbs into the seat.

 

[Archangel99]

Suddenly, Croc's voice comes through her headset. "Captain. I got some news." Croc says.

 

[Floozer]

"Talk to me Croc, what is going on?" She asks while buckling up and pulling the hatch closed

 

[Archangel99]

"Well... In case we don't make it back alive... I've left Mil behind. She'll uh... She'll do the orbital bombardment in case we don't come back. She's gonna glass the planet." He says grimly.

 

[Floozer]

She sighs heavily but nods all the same "I understand... but that is plan Z you understand me? Don't even consider that plan until I am bleeding out on the floor got it?!"

 

[Archangel99]

"I can't consider it until all of us are dead." Croc says, chuckling. "So don't you worry your pretty little head about that." He says, before cutting off the comm.

With a shudder, they drop out of hyperspace, and the green planet of K4 comes into view beneath them, a watery blue moon in orbit around the planet.

 

[Floozer]

She opens up coms with all active fighters "Alright boys and girls. this is our time to make a difference in this world once again! You all know our target, who knows... maybe they will just let us down without resistance! Invite us in for some tea and dirty secrets!'

 

[Archangel99]

There's a few scattered laughs, followed by some "Yeah right!"s.

One by one, the fighters start to drop out of the hangar, and flying down to the planet's surface. Surprisingly, there is no resistance. Not a single ship is to be seen in the air as they make their way down to the planet.
"I... Have a bad feeling about this..." Alex mutters.

 

[Floozer]

"Yea... you and me both. Everyone keep your guard up, something about this doesn't make sense and I don't like anything about it."

 

[Archangel99]

"Does anything about OT ever make sense though?" A pilot says, earning a few nervous laughs from the others.

The 84 fighters enter the planet's atmosphere, and their windshields immediately fog up.
"Bloody hell... Fucking humid!" Alex groans.
"Uhh... Factory should be somewhere over... Uh... There. Check the red dot on your maps, guys." A pilot says, and Olivia sees that a blinking red dot has appeared on her console.

 

[Floozer]

"Yup, I got a reading there. Also, stop complaining Alex and turn on the AC, that comes standard on god damn everything you know." She chuckles over the com, setting her course.

 

[Archangel99]

"The bloody AC is on, it's just that I. Can't. See. Shit!" He complains.
"Dude... There's a wiper button." A pilot says.
"Where!?"
"Bottom of the panel. Should be between the joystick and the panel box when you look at it directly."
"Oh I see it. Thanks! Wait. Who the fuck puts a button all the way down there!?"
"..... Not my job to ask, mate. I just fly the damn things." The pilot says with a wry chuckle.

 

[Floozer]

"Geeze, so much complaining today. If you keep this up young man I will put you in the time out corner!"

 

[Archangel99]

"Uhh... I'm probably gonna break out of said corner, find you, and then hump you for hours on end like a horny little puppy. I loooove you baby! Can't live without ya!" Alex says snarkily, earning some laughs from the crew.

After a few minutes, they come into view of the factory, and they see that production seems to be in full swing.
"Uh... Should we wait till dark? There may be civvies in there..." A pilot says.

 

[Floozer]

"Hmm, that might not be a bad idea. Then again, if our reports are accurate, this entire planet is under OT's thumb right now and these people could be working all day every day no stops. Brynn, what do you think?"

 

[Archangel99]

"I think we should still wait for dark. These guys still need to eat. Controller doesn't override those base urges. Let's set down in a clearing or something and wait. Hardly makes a difference anyway. I'm sure they already know we're here." She says, turning her fighter towards a large clearing.

 

[Floozer]

"Fine... but if we have to start singing campfire songs then someone better have brought stuff for smores." She follows Brynn's craft to the clearing.

 

[Archangel99]

"We... Are not... Nevermind..." Brynn mutters as Pyro laughs.

The fighters set down in the clearing, and the pilots start to get down from their crafts as well, and start mingling. Alex walks over to Olivia and kisses her cheek. "So... What do we do for the next four hours?" He asks, his eyebrows raised.

 

[Floozer]

"Set up a perimeter, I don't want any surprises getting close to our ships. I want guards up every hour on the hour. Make sure your gear is working and ready to go. Other wise... we just play the waiting game."

 

[Archangel99]

He nods and relays the orders through his comms, and the soldiers start to run around setting up camp and a defensive perimeter and motion sensors.
Brynn, Pyro, Rasha, and Zaren walk over to Olivia and Alex, and Pyro kisses Olivia's cheek as Rasha hugs her leg.

 

[Floozer]

"Hey everyone... so here we are, the forefront of our next shit storm. Hope you all brought your goggles!" She says with a weak chuckle.

 

[Archangel99]

Brynn sighs. "Yeah... Another shitstorm. And this one is gonna be even worse now that we have only a limited number of people..." She murmurs, closing her eyes.

 

[Floozer]

She reaches over and slaps her ass "But we will still do it! Because we have some of the best soldiers in the galaxy!" She says, loud enough for the troops to hear.

 

[Archangel99]

There is a gasp from Brynn as her ass is slapped, and the cheer from the soldiers.
Brynn glares at Olivia. "Was the butt slap really necessary!?" She grumbles.

 

[Floozer]

"Do you even have to ask that? Free ass is free!" She says with a smile.

 

[Archangel99]

She rolls her eyes. "Whatever! We'll be moving in a few hours. Also, Rasha, attach some remote control beacons to all the fighters, will you?" Brynn says, looking down at the little lizard.
"Sure! Why, though?"
"For those who don't make it back. We can still use the fighters."
"Oh..." She mumbles before scurrying off to get to work.

 

[Floozer]

She gives Rasha a slap on the ass as she leaves "Don't worry... hopefully we won't need to use any of those." she turns back to Brynn "So, here we are, a few hours to burn. What do?"