Orders From the Top

S2: E1

(June 6th, 2549 - Near a U.N.S.C. Scrap Metal Recycling Station) [Aoric POV]

**Aoric is quiet as he spins his knife around his palm, using his fingers to move it as he watches it calmly. Hearing explosions going off around them as he feels the latches to the Pelican release, before feeling them drop. Before the thrusters kick in and they begin moving. Aoric looking up to CT, watching her distrustfully while she does the same back to him. Knowing full well he's still not being taken seriously, since he's never once tried to make it to the leaderboard. Though it doesn't seem to phase him. The 'Agent Nevada' that they all know beening known for being a simple man, one who tries to excel at his job, not to be an allstar.**

Four Seven Niner: *The comms chatter snapping him out of his thoughts.* [Well, that went to hell quicker than we thought. Out of the frying pan into the shit]

Carolina: [We're going to need a new insertion point. York was supposed to open the leader's hangar for us.]

York: *over comms* [It wasn't my fault!]

Four Seven Niner: [We'll have to settle for the main hangar.]

Carolina: [Which one is that?]

Four Seven Niner: [The one with the shooting things coming out at us.]

Aoric: *looking out the window of the rear bay to watch one of the other pelicans get shot up, before simply drifting. Still functional, but not moving as fast as them anymore.* Looks like I've got my target.

Carolina: [Never a dull moment, huh?]

Aoric: *getting up first, before the others follow. Checking over his gear as he makes sure everything's in order, again. Before heading for the hatch's controls to see if he can get a good angle on the Pelican.*

Four Seven Niner: [I'd get your team ready; we're gonna come in hot.]

**Carolina heads to the back of the dropship where Wash, C.T, South, and North are putting on jetpacks.**

Carolina: *Shouting* You heard her, we're going for the main hangar! Be ready for anything.

North Dakota: So much for a smooth ride.

South Dakota: Heh, what's the matter, feeling sick?

North: Hey, I'm not the one who needed a barf bag on all our family trips.

Aoric: *watching quietly.* This is supposed to be a U.N.S.C. Recycling Station, what the hell is so valuable here that they kept Longswords here? *Watching one of the Longswords that wasn't shot down attempting to take on one of the other Pelicans.*

Washington: *looking to Carolina* How are you feeling? Are you up to this?

Carolina: Say what you want to say, Wash.

Washington: It's just, giving up your AI was a big deal. I thought-

Carolina: I'll be fine. Worry about yourself.

Aoric: *about to hit the release option as he looks back at the others.* What the hell are you all doing?

South: *looking to C.T* You're awfully quiet.

C.T: Oh, just... trying to prepare myself.

South: Hey, worst comes to worst, we'll just get kicked off the leaderboard. At least us ladies will be sticking together, right?

**Aoric watching the Mother of Invention through the window as everyone makes their last preparations as the front of the ship getting hit by enemy fire.**