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The pilot, Ilthiron, or Ile as he liked to be called, was talking to her. She wrenched her attention<br />
away from the desire to strangle a certain politician and nodded in return.<br />
"Get me down planet side, Pilot, and do it fast."<br />
"Yes, Ma'am, dropping now."<br />
The ungainly box shaped craft dropped out of the Guardian Class ship, as the massive blast doors<br />
opened below it. The magnetic clamps above it which had held it to the ship released with a dull,<br />
familiar clang. Emily tightened her hold on the armrests and concentrated on not letting her rage<br />
get the better of her.<br />
It was a difficult battle.<br />
The drop ship was full of armed Marines, all of whom were double-checking their unpowered<br />
armor and weapons. Two other drop ships followed hers out of her ship self's drop bays. Each of<br />
which were loaded with Marines, one of which had a Dagger of jump troops onboard.<br />
The craft bucked as it slammed into the upper atmosphere. Her eyes flicked towards the pilot and<br />
copilot in the front of the small ship, and she sighed as she suddenly recognized the pilot. She<br />
should have known Ile would have found a way to be involved in this. As long as he gets me<br />
down in one piece, I won't even comment about his little mishap over Quebec.<br />
Red light seeped across her area as the view port next to her began to glow. To anyone below,<br />
the three ships would look like shooting stars as they screamed across the sky. Inside of the<br />
ships, their crews were buffeted as the fast drop rattled them. Emily double-checked her mental<br />
bond with her ship self, more out of habit than anything else. Angwar had stayed aboard her to<br />
keep an eye on the new recruits, and she trusted him to sort things out while she was away.<br />
They were sticking to the letter of President Fairchild's statement. The craft was dropping<br />
straight downwards from the high orbit that North Star had been in, towards the island at the tip<br />
of Manhattan. It was at the limit of a drop ships capabilities, and the high-pitched whine of their<br />
plasma engines made Emily's teeth ache. The Americans wouldn't even have to try to blow them<br />
out of the sky if one of those plasma engines's failed though. They were at maximum output to<br />
do what Emily had ordered, and if one failed, the other one was quite likely to simply rip the ship<br />
into small pieces.<br />
"Ma'am?"<br />
Ile didn't even try yelling over the turbulence, he used her armor suit's com system to talk to her.<br />
"I've got a communiqué for you from Governor's Island. We're also being challenged <strong>by</strong><br />
NORAD, what should I tell them?"<br />
Emily flicked on her own com screen to take the call from Governor's Island, while snarling at<br />
Ile.