White: Queen's Knight c3 x d5

Approaching the freighter, a series of quick moving rapid response light troopers were going in. In the literal sense, even in the tight confines of the bulk freighter that could take multiple millions of metric tonnes of cargo. Firing their jump jets at high speed, rocketing through, going in jumps of several meters down tight corridors, bouncing off the walls, hitting the ground and skidding along again. Two elements of three. A full 'lance' of Jet Troopers - or as they were generally called in the field, Jettes.

It wasn't normal procedure, but Amazon Jet Troopers tended to not be normal in a lot of ways. "It's like slinging on vines back home!" 'Bess' would call out as she would go through one of the corridors, leaping high and fast.

'June' would shoot back at her, "Like you ever did that! You never went wherever there wasn't climate control!" The two would bicker amongst the rest of the 'lance' squad as they would dart along the lower cargo hold.

'Bess' would go to yelp as -something- went out. "Just had something pass by!" Another girl would flirt, "That wasn't my hand.."

The lance leader, a tight ended bitch (Despite many claimed attempts at loosening it) called Gunda would reprimand, "Attention! Hostiles!" A small group of broodlings that had been going around the floor - scuttering close to it, the coloration of them making them almost match to it perfectly, the group of fliers would have gone righ tpast them if not for a lucky glance.

"Aliens!" June would yelp, going to ratchet out one of the smaller snubbed carbines that the squad was issued in close quarters. A needler - in the sense that it would fire hundreds of small needles from a magnetic accelerator, each tipped with very small explosive shells. They would detonate along the broodlings, scattering them as two other girls would follow it up with another pass.

"So that's why you were asking me to call that when we.." Bess would taunt, "YOU SHUT UP!" June would hiss back. "now is not the time."

Gunda would snap, "As much as I hate to agree on anything, she's right. Now is not the time. Full attention. Confirm hostiles aboard Command Element."

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