"This is kilo 2-1, we are taking small arms fire." "Two on that roof top, smoke em!" Gun fire filled the air as the VTOLs soared past the initial defenses. Two F-35 mark threes flew escort, engaging SAMs before the missile launchers got locks on the transports. Staff sergeant McGregor maned one of the two remote turrets from a tacpad, the 20mm auto cannon with HE shells tearing through the relatively light armor of the infantry below. He quickly engaged the two on the roof and moved to other targets, it was like some one stepped on an anthill and now the ants were pissed, but this time yet had rockets and assault rifles. A rocket slammed into kilo 3-1 and caused the aircraft to lose thrust and plumes to the ground trailed by a plume of smoke. "Ghost eye, this is Kilo 2-1, kilo 3-1 is down I say again, Kilo 3-1 is down." Ahead a Sam launcher got a positive lock on kilo 2-1 and launched, the VTOL's countermeasures fired and lead the rocket away but in an attempt to evade it, the pilot stayed into the path of another VTOL, the two collided and Kilo 2-1 lost engine thrust. It spun uncontrollably as the marines inside it activated the mag-grip on their exosuits, and gripped to the aircraft to keep from flying around inside and hitting anyone. "Brace for impact!" The altitude warnings chimed in the interior and the pilots struggled to regain control. The twelve men inside the aircraft were suddenly blinded by a flash of light. On the Bloodwrath, inside a large cargo compartment kilo 2-1's vtol struck the deck and slide, causing sparks and a loud crash. It came to rest against an interior wall, causing a large dent and damaging the VTOL further. The marines inside deactivated their mag-grip, some falling down as the craft was on its side. They took accountability, Perez, Miller, Gideon, Briggs, Thomas, Douglas, Sanderson, McGregor, Ramirez, Tanaka, were all good to go. The two pilots, major Smith, and captain Simmons, were both KIA. The soldiers set up a perimeter while McGregor took both's holotags, which displayed name, serial number, blood type, religious preference, as well as face, and Thomas tried to contact Ghost eye for further instructions. "Ghost eye this is Kilo 2-6, our bird is down and our pilots are KIA, request new orders or exfil." After listening to static he shook his head, not good McGregor thought. "No good cap, nothing on comms." "Damn, alright kilo 2, rally on me." Captain Briggs called his men together, while Miller and tanaka faced out, everyone else huddled up. "Cap, what the hell happened, where the hell are we?" "I don't know Perez, I don't know anymore than you do. First thing we gotta do is try and reach ghost eye for instructions. Douglas you got point, were in some sort of ship, so there's a bridge somewhere, let's see if we can find it." "Yes sir." Douglas racked his shotgun and moved to a door leading out, the rest of kilo 2 stacked up, when everyone was ready they moved into the hallway, Douglas, then Perez, followed by Tanaka, Miller, Sanderson, captain Briggs, McGregor, Gideon, Thomas, and Ramirez on rearguard. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]