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"We were flying the whole way here," Isaac pointed out, unhelpfully.
He shifted a bit so that he was more comfortable with Ty. He wasn't particularly heavy, but there was a bit of strain on Isaac's shoulder. "Can you please just hit the mine so we can get out of this pod?" he asked, rather resignedly.

Isaac dropped Ty, then after determining which direction Ty was going Isaac deactivated his magnets and fell, darting in the other direction so that he was covering Ty's back.
He drew his twin silver blades, holding them at the ready. He was trained for this; no need to be nervous.
Isaac took a deep breath and got ready to fight.

Another pod had four other Coven soldiers dropping out of it on the other side of a room. It appear that the top deck of the ship had few things of importance, probably because of the drop pods themselves.

A gaunt, ghostly-pale man with white hair, red irises, and a gun that looked like it would shatter his ribs just by being near him nodded at them, raising a pistol in his left hand and saluting briefly.

"Oy, any of you guys know the layout of this ship well enough to find the command center?" he asked. "Should be at the center of the ship, right? Like in ours? Oh, I'm operative Cameron Carlyle by the way, pleasure to meet you. I have some charges that should get us out of this empty room and into the floor below if you're interesting. Jay, Mel, over here!" he called out. Two of his compatriots approached. He tossed them a small reel of wire. "We're going through the floor, set it up?"

Ty bounded to his feet and waved at Carlyle. "Nice to meet you, too. Ty," he said, touching his chest. "I would be interested in getting out of here, if that's where we're all headed." He watched the others lay the wire down. "I take it you'll let us know how far back to get?"
He turned and grinned at Isaac. "See? We're all fine. No need to wor-" He caught sight of Cassandra and immediately walked over to her. "Are you okay?" he asked with some slight concern. "Did the fall get to you?"

She saw a flurry of activity - blurs of color and light obscured by magitechnological circuity. Where the magic was strongest seemed to be near the stairs, where a small group of hunters was pushing onto the second deck down. The Tyrgani were responding with a major push up another stairway now that there weren't any more pods dropping. Groups of six were patrolling the other areas.

"Just get in the center and you'll be fine, I assure you," Carlyle replied with a mildly mad grin, strapping a set of goggles on and holstering his pistol. "And... Cypher is go," he muttered, a sharp whine emerging from his rifle.

"Everyone in the middle. Uh, anyone here have some third eye goin' to the point you can see what's under us?"

"I'll be right there," Ty said to Carlyle, putting a hand on Cassandra's shoulder. "If you're sure. Come on - we shouldn't keep someone like that waiting." He tried to gently draw her in the direction of the wires.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she assured Ty, a little more confidently than before. To Carlyle, she said, "Face right, guns level. It'll be an easy kill if we have surprise. Tyrgani can't detect mana, right?" Cassandra asked. She readied her rifle, crouching down to be low when they hit the ground. Dammit, this was going to leave a lot of powder on her clothes and hair and s**t. This was going to suck, wasn't it? On many, many levels.

Cassandra dropped like a stone, her knees buckling as she hit. She managed to recover, however, into an uncomfortable kneeling position. Her rifle came up to her shoulder, and she started firing in somewhat controlled automatic bursts. She wasn't sure if she was actually effectively; she hadn't focused yet, and she was still off-balance. She was basically just spraying until she was under control or dead.

This was bad.