[i][b]"Inquisitor 6-2, this is Hangar 10. You are clear to drop, over." [/b][/i] [i]It only took a moment for the skies above to be filled with explosions. Flak cannons tore up the alien crafts large enough to be targeted with relative ease as modified NTR Sparrowhawks flew overhead, cloaking the air above with a deep orange and midnight black colour that contrasted themselves against the starry sky. It was no slaughter as the aliens did eventually start to fire back, but the attackers from west of the fleet just seemed to vanish. It was then that the Crusader came from the skies beyond even what the alien armada could stay at, floating in orbit and unleashing fiery payload onto the attacking extraterrestrials. What once looked to be a hazy cloud of midnight sky now appeared to slowly uncloak, sending more units into the way of the aliens. They would be flanked from either side as the original unit of attacking NTR ships came back around and started to hammer the aliens from the other side, while a fresh batch of ships took e side that the other Sparrowhawk squads once attacked. The ground was a bloodbath. Buildings were now the landing sites of stealth paratrooper units, jumping out of transport ships and utilizing a series of deployed flares to hide away their heat signatures while they dropped, only pulling their chutes when they were six hundred meters above sea level. After the units landed, some would get to work planting radio hammers atop rooftops and fortifying the positions with small teams, while others proceeded to sweep and clear the streets and buildings, movi from one block to the next as they liberated the city's heart and progressed to the outskirts. Reinforcements arrived on the outskirts, mounted turrets atop armoured HUMVEE-like vehicles that painted any alien in a coat of their own blood. The man leading the assault would chuckle from the bridge, as he flew down to the combat in a custom transport vessel. It was unlike anything in the design of the NTR, as this ship was sleeker and looked more like it came from fantastical tales of science fiction, it making a black streak across the midnight sky until it cloaked and brought him to the ground in complete silence. The gunfire raged on as he slid out of the loading bay of his ship, which proceeded to fly off into the sky en route to an evacuation zone he was setting up for any survivors of the alien attack. He bore an almost robe-like set of gear, from a thin robe that covered his armour to a cloak and hood overtop with the black and orange stripes of a tiger on it. His weaponry was largely concealed, with the exception of a few different canisters of ammo and grenades on his belt and a sash of magazines for the assault rifle that was holstered on his back. He pulled it from its leather resting place and detached the strap that ran from barrel to stock as he let it fall from his white and purple rifle, which had a hue of energy that encompassed it. He was only a few metres away from Aikido as he appeared to public eye, as he was standing atop the roof she almost fell off. The surrounding area had been cleared by NTR soldiers and they were pushing for the survivors to move to the evac zone, though the tiger-cloaked man seemed to be scouting. [/i]