In one of the many converted bays abord the ships, a small force is getting ready.
Engineers rush about, checking fuel and ammo loads, air pressure and a host of other things as well. The trio of fast attack vehicles roll up the ramp of an assault shuttle when they get the green light, their multi-purpose autocannons tracking this way and that as final weapon checks are being finalized.
In the ops center of the main hauler-turned-carrier, a comms operator suddenly calls out: "Commander, we have an incoming transmission."
"What's the code, comms?" the Commander asks instantly.
"Vermillion Alpha, sir!"
"Finally! Transfer the incoming to my screen, if you would."
Looking over at his screen, the commander smiles as he reads the short message:
Previously discussed arrangement is in order. Please send comfirmation on the usual channel.
Your friend C."
The Commander stood up and transmitted on company-wide band:
"Dragons, this is Commander Keller. The time we have all been waiting for is here. Let's get ready to do what we came here for."
I'm hoping to show off what happens when the Komodos land in a few days.
Til next time!