Over orbit, shadows began gathering. The venomous fangs gathered up their army to prepare an invasion, and the first pods were loaded to begin launching planetside. The first pod launched, aimed at the Xylphatian capital- only for a Wolves ship blasting it as it attempted to land, launching missiles at it passed underneath the vengeance, annihilating its troop bays and locking the fangs onto their ship.
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Lyra cheered as she watched the Wolves ship arrive. "That's it you sons of bitches, get blown up and fucking die!" Marcus checked his ammo, nodding. "Yeah, but what happens when the fangs send a shot back? Gonna go bad." Nodding, Lyra tapped her commbead. "Overhead Wolves ship, this Is Lyra. Welcome to the party, you ready for snacks?"
A voice responded, saying "Lady Reed, we were not informed you had been performing guerrilla actions against the Fang assault. The darting dagger needs but another moment to arrive with the flotilla called up to support you in this conflict. Give us some time to launch some missiles to shut down their engines and tow them into the sun, and we will launch troops to support you on the surface."
"Negative, negative Wolves ship, we need immediate teleporter extraction, along with the allies we've collected through this great hunt. Give us time to collect them, and collect us. Understood?"
OoC: WOOO! One last subplot! Let's get this baby finished up!