Unit Cell by hcj

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									Unit Cell Assault on Arlia: Leap into Hell
Prologue: Yet Another War The strike on Arlia was swift. Nobody had expected Arkon to wage full war on the planet, having for centuries relied on battles with the Mages in specific locations to fight his war. This was a drastic change in tactics, and it was catastrophic to the Intergalactic Alliance of Worlds. The attacking force consisted of mainly human and Altaricsian forces, a strong military force, devoid of Ghosts, Shadows and even Reapers. It was a strange strategy, and the IA had to respond quickly. Fortunately, there was no fear of metanormal involvement. PRT had been running operations in the system after the increase of Arkon’s forces detected in the area. Their immediate response was to send in the PRT flagship, the IAS Mercury, to aid resisting forces on Arlia. A quick response operation was all they planned. Unit Cell would drop in, retake the planet stronghold, and pull out. 2 years later, the universe’s most elite military unit was still trapped in the system, decades away from any help. January 43.001, 257th Cycle, IA Standard Time The team was saddling up for the jump as the dropship approached the two minute mark. They had deployed from the IAS Mercury above the planet’s atmosphere, descending quickly to drop-level, and had started their attack approach. The co-pilot called back to the main bay, “We just got word that the Mercury is in orbit. The pickup will take place on schedule. Good luck guys!” Chief Operations Officer Trey Williams loaded his prototype Crossfire XF-M27 assault rifle and looked back to the cockpit, “Thanks.” He waved the soldiers of Unit Cell into ready positions, and the team complied quickly and efficiently. “Trey,” Derek spoke up. “We’re ready.” Trey smiled weakly. It was good to know his team was along for the ride. This was a suicide mission, but if just one of them could get inside with the special equipment, they could cripple network that the Hunters had set up here. He spoke, “This is the only way. If only there were another.” “We’ve been stuck in this quadrant of the galaxy for far too long Trey. This is the only way we can open a window long enough to evacuate the allied planets in the area. It comes with the job.” Trey knew what Derek meant. They weren’t going to survive. But it was always a risk when you did what they did. And if they could save the lives of billions of people, they would. No matter what. The Cell was the best. No exceptions. If they played their cards right, they could take Source Arlia. Never before had Trey gone into an operation with any doubt in his

mind that they would succeed. His first thoughts of failure were so extreme that he was overwhelmed by this feeling he had never had before. The co-pilot called back, “Drop zone in ten!” Trey turned to Derek. “Let’s just get out of this alive,” and he jumped early. The co-pilot turned around “We were seven seconds out! He’ll land over a kilometer too far out!” Derek just smiled, “Trey’s made 40 clock jumps more than ten seconds out. I’ll never get how he steers that damn parachute so well.” He turned back to his team, “Drop zone for thirty-one seconds!” From the open door of the dropship fell one of the most epic sights of all time: The entire assembled team of Unit Cell, PRT primary operations force. The team was saddling up for the jump as the dropship approached the two minute mark. They had deployed from the IAS Mercury above the planet’s atmosphere, descending quickly to drop-level, and had started their attack approach. The co-pilot called back to the main bay, “We just got word that the Mercury is in orbit. The pickup will take place on schedule. Good luck guys!” Chief Operations Officer Trey Williams loaded his prototype Crossfire XF-M27 assault rifle and looked back to the cockpit, “Thanks.” He waved the soldiers of Unit Cell into ready positions, and the team complied quickly and efficiently. “Trey,” Derek spoke up. “We’re ready.” Trey smiled weakly. It was good to know his team was along for the ride. This was a suicide mission, but if just one of them could get inside with the special equipment, they could cripple network that the Hunters had set up here. He spoke, “This is the only way. If only there were another.” “We’ve been stuck in this quadrant of the galaxy for far too long Trey. This is the only way we can open a window long enough to evacuate the allied planets in the area. It comes with the job.” Trey knew what Derek meant. They weren’t going to survive. But it was always a risk when you did what they did. And if they could save the lives of billions of people, they would. No matter what. The Cell was the best. No exceptions. If they played their cards right, they could take Source Arlia. Never before had Trey gone into an operation with any doubt in his mind that they would succeed. His first thoughts of failure were so extreme that he was overwhelmed by this feeling he had never had before. The co-pilot called back, “Drop zone in ten!” Trey turned to Derek. “Let’s just get out of this alive,” and he jumped early. The co-pilot turned around “We were seven seconds out! He’ll land over a kilometer too far out!” Derek just smiled, “Trey’s made 40 clock jumps more than ten seconds out. I’ll never get how he steers that damn parachute so well.” He turned back to his team, “Drop zone for thirty-one seconds!” From the open door of the dropship fell one of the most epic sights of all time: the entire assembled team of Unit Cell, PRT primary operations force.


								
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