[b]How You Like Me Now // Dekeshi Waters // 0900 Hours // JT. [/b] [i]"This is Pequod, coming in hot." The radio's noise was accompanied by the loud noise of an Aircraft Carrier cutting through the waters of the ocean, waves parting to make way for its push into the waters ahead. NWH soldiers ran around the deck and inside the vessel's inner workings to ensure the cannons and engines were all in top shape, the command bridge was filled with men in grey combat fatigues with green sleeves, or occasionally red sleeves to designate a general, colonel, or NWH Forger, part of the original three hundred men that forged the PMC. Pilots on the deck got in their NWH SAC-09 Fighter Jets and VTOL's, everything from a 205mm cannon to a highly explosive custom HYDRA rocket. Hundreds of men were onboard this vessel. And yet a lone transport helicopter was dispatched, and only two VTOL's followed, accompanied by five more of these transporters. Eventually a fleet of thirty transport birds was following one special hind, which looked to have some hella thickened steel and a layer of what looked to be experimental hard light protecting it. [/i] ((Pants))