A Ranger's Journey (PGR x Male Reader)

International Space Station

'Thinking'

"Speaking"

"[Intercomms/Radio Transmission]"

*noises*

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Troop Carrier Spacecraft "Peregrine"
Commander (Y/n) "Ranger" Schmitt - Gray Raven
0808 Hours

The Constructs of Gray Raven waited in silence while their Commander was just about to finish suiting up the MJOLNIR armor. The Purifying Force took Kamui with them, boarding a separate spacecraft to go back to Babylonia. After wearing the helmet, he lets the system turn on and recalibrate its systems. The trackers on his team are automatically linked with his HUD, displaying their status.

[SYNC COMPLETE]

[IDENTITY CONFIRMED: COMMANDER (Y/N) SCHMITT - GRAY RAVEN]

[WELCOME BACK, COMMANDER]

"[Raven Actual to Raven 1. Acknowledge.]" Celica came in right after.

"Receiving." (Y/n) answered.

"[As you may have already heard, Babylonia was attacked by the Corrupted International Space Station. Thanks to that sudden move, many of our crews have already lost their lives. Combat engineers managed to temporarily patch up the damages, but any more and the holes would be too large and too many to handle. Your mission is to land inside the infected space station and destroy its defense systems to give a breathing room for the main forces. Take whatever supply you need in your spacecraft and come back in one piece.]"

"Copy that."

While they were communicating with HQ, the Peregrine shook violently, prompting them to grab the straps to stabilize themselves. Alarms blared all around the Peregrine's interior, the emergency lights painting everything with deep red.

"Engine one took a hit! Heavy damage detected!" The male co-pilot reported.

"Eagle 1 defending!" The pilot went into a hard vertical while punching off countermeasures. The missiles from the drones went for the flares, leaving the spacecraft unharmed. She returned to level flight after the maneuver and called for additional escorts. "This is Eagle 1 to all stations. My left engine received major damage. I have Gray Raven on board! We need your support, now!"

"This is Thunder 1. We read you. We're on our way." A fighter pilot heeds her call.

Through the cockpit window, the team could see that the supporting fighters were engaging in dogfights with the hostile drones, missiles and tracer bullets from both sides flying back and forth. Despite their valiant defense, the Babylonian pilots were slowly getting overwhelmed.

A nearby allied space fighter was hit and was forced to retreat. Another one soon followed, the damage on its engines was already severe and it looked like it could explode at any moment. More and more allied casualties racked up, yet they continued to give their all to defend the spacecraft from the enemy drones.

"Hold on tight! We'll buy you some time!" Thunder 1 said.

Another alarm resonated in the Peregrine. The pilot pushed the stick downward and released flares. The maneuver was successful, with the missiles flying harmlessly by and exploding in the distance.