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Meigan saw the captain's large wound and quickly turned away. She was not that good with blood, just thinking about it made her uneasy. So she turned her attention to the situation at hand. She then noticed an engineering person asking her to go retrieve the injured.
"Does t-that mean there is going to be..." Meigan paused for a few seconds, "blood?"

Tom was already out the door, carefully moving to the wounded and hefting them gently to a fireman carrys, allowing those who were capable of standing to use him as a balance. A strange little troop of three or four injured men plus Tom, holding his rifle, came back to the door towards the medics.

wahmbulance --Warning: Vivid depiction of violence

As the battle continued to rage on, Garrett kept to the back-end of the Terran squads, a safe and prosperous distance from the Drathonian sights. However, things quickly started turning sour when the Dragoons showed up, brazenly boasting their armor by striding down the halls unflinching. It was truly a demoralizing sight, and Terrans were beginning to retreat. Garrett smirked and stamped out his cigarette. Kneeling, he pulled two adhesive explosives from his duffel, then lay down on top of it, feigning death. The Dragoons passed without a second glance. With their backs to him, Garrett rose and tossed the duffel bag down the hall, passed them. Then he sprinted.

As the bag soared past the Dragoons, they turned their heads to find the source, and found Garrett hardly a yard away, explosive in his right hand and pistol in his left. He fired thrice at the face of one Dragoon. Surprised, he flinched. It was all Garrett needed to distract the beast. Using all his moment, he leaped and landed on the Dragoon, bringing him to the ground. He forcefully inserted the explosive into the Dragoon's mouth, activated it, and withdrew his hand before the Drathonian beast could devour it. The second was now readying his weapon for an assault. Garrett dove out of the way just in time, and clicked a small trigger.

An explosion tore through the hallway, and one Dragoon's head exploded, brain matter, bone debris, and various other bits of gore spattered the walls, floor, and ceiling. Even the second Dragoon was covered in the nasty remains of his comrade. He was also stunned from the explosion. Garrett crept up close, slapped the explosive onto the Dragoon's head, and ran. Once he felt safe, he pressed the trigger. The following silence was all Garrett needed to know that both targets were dead. He grinned at his Terran comrades as he ran down the hall past them, scooping up his duffel on the way. With the Dragoons removed, the advancement resumed, but Garrett did not join them. Instead, he took another route, slowly creeping through the halls, searching for anything that would be worth blowing up.

The young captain nodded and said 'Yeah" to just about everything the engineer did. He was a bit out of it at the time being , and didn't really care. He sighed in relief when she injected him with the pain killer, and his head cleared a bit "Alpha squad, I need you guys to help escort the people from engineering who need to get anywhere. make sure they stay alive, we need them or else we'll lose the battle" he said. Soon the painkilling effect of the drug made it to the man's head and his eyes glazed over a bit as he fell into drug induced daydreams.

***

The Combined Terran And Altresian fleets barreled towards Terra IV, soon to arrive. They were all getting ready to launch into a battle, one they expected to be doing a lot worse than it actually was. In a miute, they dropped out of hyperspace into a lull in the battle, Shocked, thinking that it was over early. "Admiral Ceres of Battle Hymn, this is Admiral Kiyoshi of the RBD kosomos, What is your status?" Asked the fleet's former flagship.
"admiral kiyoshi, This Is the Battle Hymn, Be ready for anything, we have sustained 57% shield damage and a few systems overloaded, as well as the loss of an as of yet unknown portion of our fighters. we request that you Immediately engage the nearest Drathonian ship, except the damaged drake class directly in front of us, as it's fullof marines"
As the Admiral updated the fleet, The drathonians caught wind of the now much larger force, and began immediately attacking the ships which had begun flanking them. A large battle had now re-begun, and intensified as Several thousand scimitar starfighters launched from their respective ships. the drathonians were completely trapped and cornered, but they would not give up the fight yet, they Knew something the terran fleet didn't.

Darian and his squad were still busily recovering fighters when the Fleet arrived. Upon seeing the fleet, Darian let out a sigh of relief. All that was left to do was clean out the remain of the Drathonian Fleet. However, this was not going to be an easy task. The drathonains seemed to know that they had lost the advantage and were fighting back furiously. Scourges were pouring out of the Drathonian ships.

"Drop whatever you are doing and form up!" Darian called to blue squad, "Things are heating up. We need to join up with the Fleet's squads."

The fray carried on smoothly after Garrett took down the two Dragoons. A short fifteen minutes later, though, a squad of elite boarders pulled him aside, requesting his special talents to gain access to engineering compartments. They had been cut off on the way, and now required his explosives to move forward.

"Then it's time work, eh?" He smirked, and followed these men deeper into the ship. After gunning down a few more Drathonians, it was clear. The soldiers stood guard while he prepped and armed a heavy-duty C4 package. "Move!" He ducked around the hallway and pressed the trigger. The explosion was almost deafening, but anyone that had been on the other side of the door was most certainly dead. "Go, go, go!" The marines rushed through the smoke and floating debris. Almost immediately thereafter, Garrett heard gunfire, and a pair of human screams. Fortunately, he heard a far greater number of Drathonian gurgles, and felt at ease as he came around the corner, duffel slung over his shoulder. "Where now?" he asked. The leader pointed to a blast door. "The last one, and we're in."

Garrett nodded, and went to work. It was blown open in due time, and the marines filed in quickly. There was no gunfire this time, so Garrett followed quickly, and came upon a makeshift medical site. After glancing around quickly, he came across a far higher ranking officer than himself, and knelt beside the man, but he was out. He looked to the medic next. "What's going on?"

With the Combined might of the Hymn, Kosmos, and terran fleets, The 30 or so remaining Drathonian ships were easily obliterated. They fought back hard though, and managed to destroy or damage some 50 Terran ships as they went down. On the Night side of Terra IV, the people on the ground got a dazzling light show. Streaks of bright light glowed in the sky, followed by explosions of massive proportions. All in all, it was a beautiful sight to the beleagered terrans on the planet.

All was not won however, as Kurohime's comm signal got through the meaningless chatter barely intact. "Admiral, We're getting a signal, one of the engineers on the Drake we've boarded has found some info on something called 'Demonix' We've heard this before, but have yet to figure out what it is. The comm goes on to say it will arrive in a few minutes" The Comms officer looked up at the Admiral, a note of fear in her eyes. The admiral replied "Send a transmission to all Operating terran ships, Form a defensive perimeter In orbit over the base on Terra IV, we don't need a Terra V" With a stern tone, adding an emphasis to the last word. The Comms officer complied immediately and soon the fleet was moving into the requested formation. Kiyoshi of the Kosmos sent a return comm line, opening up on a viewscreen "Ceres my old friend, what has you so worried to make us do this?"
"Demonics" was the simple reply, elliciting a gasp from the other Admiral. these two men were some of the few who knew the true meaning of that word. All fighters were ordered to return as soon as the rescue was over, and the drake was ordered abandoned, it wouldn't be of much use during what was to come.