[spoiler]Clever... Also, sorry for the delay, I have my app refresh turned off on my phone. Sometimes it would just keep going full blast even when I turn it off, and would waste a ton of battery.[/spoiler] [i]Damnit, where are they?![/i] I thought, as another of my men went down - too slow to come down, shredded by Arc blasts. Just then, I felt a searing pain - a wire rifle - and hissed in agony, dropping behind cover. I'd been stuck square in the right primary shoulder, the shot leaving a seared hole. I knew the Vandal went down quickly enough - both in retribution and because he was no small threat - but I also knew I couldn't fire my gun like this. So, I slung it behind me, and pulled out my sidearm, unscrewing the silencer. I peeked over my cover, raised my pistol- [i][b]BOOM[/b][/i] An explosion ripped through the hull of the ship, opening a huge hole in the room. Smoke billowed in, and before anyone could react, dozens of guns started blazing, and another explosion ripped through the enemy forces. [i]'Bout damn time.[/i] The smoke masked my movements as I moved towards the breach. The others moved as well, and I could seen glimpses of a few being supported by others. Once we I was out of the smoke, I ran for the nearest skiff, climbing in before turning to provide cover fire for my men. "EVERYBODY MOVE!" I shouted, doing what little I could to pin down the enemy. Soon enough, everyone was onboard a skiff, even Tiny, our spider tank - though I had seen more take hits as they ran. "GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" I yelled to the pilots, who rapidly complied, taking off and stealthing almost immediately. [i]They aren't going to let us go that quickly.[/i] "Firen, open all known Guardian channels." To his credit, the comms officer didn't question me at all. Once he nodded, I took the mic, and sole into it. "This is the commander of the Mist, calling to any Guardians of The Last City. If you can hear me, we need your help. We are pursued by Rathiks, Elder Devil, and slayer of dozens of our number. If you believe at all in the principles of the Light, then I all I ask is for a second chance. An opportunity to prove we need not be enemies. But for me to do this, we must survive, and so I ask for help. Please." I stepped away from the console, and turned towards the cockpit. "Set a course for The City."