Just an infinite warfare fanfic (Crossover version)

Black flag

Gator: It's time for operation black flag sir. We should execute immediately

(A transmission comes in from Raines)

Raines: Captain. Lieutenant. We've suffered unthinkable casualties. Wolf, Tee, Sipes, Sopchak, Captain Alder, Captain Ferran

Reyes: Staff Sergeant Omar was wounded on Vesta three sir

Raines: That's a shame. He's a good man. A good marine. He'll pull through

Reyes: He was hurt on my watch

Raines: You can't blame yourself, son. Hindsight's a tactical miscalculation we can't afford. I've been informed STRATCOM has approved your initiative in Geneva. At your behest, the prisoner known as "Riah" will be transported to UNSA headquarters. A med team will remove the transponder from the subject at which point the device will be incinerated

Salter: I'll pilot a raven to UNSA HQ. We'll make that our base of operations

Raines: If all goes as planned, the SDF fleet, including the Olympus Mons, will receive that all clear signal and enter our airspace, provoking a counterattack by our AATIS guns. Well done, Captain. Top cat out

Reyes: Switch is set. Lets go home

Group: Amen

Yetide: Collision alarms up

Gator: Away in 3...2...1...

(The Retribution enters hyperspace)

Reyes: Evaluation?

Yetide: Good shift. Accuracy point nine nine

Salter: You're getting good at this, Gator

Gator: You should see me on my bike

Reyes: You owe me a ride

Salter: You owe me a race

Player: You owe me a drink

Gator: Here comes the drop

Reyes: Hover on entry

Gator: Influx in 3...2...1...

(The Retribution exits hyperspace)

Reyes: Report

Yetide: Error margin is zero. Perfect drop, Captain

Reyes: Superb flying, Gator

Gator: We're the best crew this side of the sun sir

Salter: You got that right. Lets hit the flight deck, Captain

Reyes: Make yourself scarce, Gator. Stay outta harm's way. I'll call you if I need you

Gator: Drops are a no go in that atmosphere

Reyes: Copy that. You've got the conn

(Reyes, Salter, and Player get on the elevator)

Salter: Well, this will either be a strategic act of genius...

Reyes: Or?

Salter: Or you'll be demoted and taking orders from me

(All three of them chuckle)

Reyes: I told you we'd see home again

Salter: Not sure this is what I had in mind