"Well thank god, I was waiting until you realized you didn't have to speak like you had a stick up your ass" [b][i]He jokingly says, and a large dropship flies overhead, the olive green ship covering the sky above them. Multiple men in olive green combat suits with red cloaks draped over their right shoulders drop out, the armour seemingly absorbing the fall. [/i][/b]"It's your attack, you sure you don't want to command the men?" [b][i]The Frontiersman Asks, looking at the 100 men that came on the ship. [/i][/b]