On the bridge, Garrat carefully snaps his tether to one of his fellow soldiers and carefully jets out the breach, pausing only long enough to make sure Irina and the suits of everyone on his team holds out.  without the magboots he's extra careful on the way out to Stoly but once safely in the doorway he looks longingly back at the utility mech standing there with it's canopy shattered.  "Sorry big guy.  There's no way they would have let me keep you anyway."  He sighs and turns to find a seat, unshouldering his two riffles and stowing the demon's armor.

Zob gives Jesse a very odd look once he carefully sets her down from having jumped in his arms, "Down you go girl... not gonna carry you back to the shuttle now lets get going" Zob then turns and heads out back to the shuttles.
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Xyran packed up his tools and made tracks back to the shuttle.

When the order came through Kira and her partner came out of standby, "Alright Starfire time to get out of here latch onto the shuttle... its time to mop up on the blue moon and save the day" Kira then latched onto Stoly 1 while Starfire latched onto Stoly 2.

"Mech one and two secured for transport Stoly" she confirmed with the pilot before checking her systems once again to make sure everything was operating correctly upon getting the green light back from her diagnostic scan she turned with her minigun to cover the soldiers returning to the shuttles in case more demons showed up to ambush them.
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  From the sounds on the COMs, The  ESN  MArines  were moving fast...and brutal. There were 2 kinds of  Demons when the  Marine s swarmed in...surrendered Demons...and Dead ones.

  As  the Stolys waited for  their  people, they could see  flashes  of Light coming from HAtches.

 Now and then a plate would Blow, and demons would try to Drawl out , Firing back into the Hole.

 Sometimes a SToly Gunner  would bring them down, Most times  a pair of  MArines would Pop up and  bring them down.

  Lyri  Watched  for a Bit, then walked back to the  Crates and Began to re-supply her cartridges ...Its sure going to be nice  to fire this  thing without a helmet on again.

  Supe  was Putting down the near empty Belts, he pulled out he  last few "singles" and  tucked them in a front pocket, before  getting  two fresh Blets  out of the Crate. Wilkens had no Belts , they were floating out in space some where..He  took 4 putting  two over each shoulder.

 a Voice cam over  all COMs,Attemtion. this is  CAptain Jurel of the ESN MArines, Washington CArver  BAse....we now have command of the Bridge....any enemy who do not report  to the  Armor Bay of this ship..we  be shot on sight...any Demon carring a weapon...will be shot on sights..This ship is now..ESN Property ..the Message   is repeated in Demonic..with  CAptain Jurel speaking it , quite well.

  Shadow's Fighters form up waiting for the Shuttles..when the   Morningstars and the Shuttle left off, Kray  take the Lead, with  two fighers on each Flank.


 The EVOL shuttles  are bringing up the Rear, the Stolys  are nestled in the middle.

  Supe  Looks around  at the others  and says,how many EVOLs you think will still be alive   after this battle?

Roy shrugged.  "Enough to still be trouble, I'm certain.  Hopefully, the ones we lost are the stupid and arrogant ones, and the smart ones...the ones with a little common sense...survived, so we can actually give them some training that will keep them intact in upcoming battles."

Thinking of Nickerson, he shakes his head and mutters, "I'm sure there will always be one or two we'll wish hadn't survived..."  Fate just seemed to work that way...

 The Blue  Moon was getting LArger, off to one side  they saw a Damaged Demonic Destoyer, explode ...all over the COMS there was  screams, Curses  and people calling for roll calls..

 Stoly called back to the Shuttle compartment,..seems like   we lost some troops  that were clearign a dmaged  Demon ship...they Demons  blew it up...

Jesse had made her way slowly back to the ship before it departed.  She'd not used any ammo this round and watched as others were restocking their munitions belts and pouches.

She'd listened to the announcement on the COMs about the now ESN property.  Otherwise, she sat quietly listening and watching every one.

  After reloading Garrat shakes his head. "We need to find a way to make these boardings more successful or there will be no one left to reach hell." He looks out the window toward the supply monster they left.  "It's a pity we can't land with our own utility  mechs an split their bridges wide open before they know we have even hit their deck."  A spark of an idea lights behind his eye's but he recalls how his other suggestions were taken and what has happened and closses his  eye's shaking his head.  "Nah, that wouldn't work."
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Roy quirked an eyebrow.  "More successful?  We accomplished everything we set about doing...how much more successful would you like?  If you think we're going to be able to take over massed Demon ships in five-minute attacks that result in massed surrenders, you're a helluva lot more optimistic than I am."  He shook his head, his expression turning more bitter.

"We're developing a reputation that's recognized throughout the Demon Empire--pretty sure no matter what kind of tactics we resort to, the defenses are only going to become more and more desperate and the bodycounts are only going to get higher.  There was a war, more than two centuries ago, in Earth's history...one side got so desperate, as the war turned more inevitably against them, that they resorted to suicide attacks, turning their planes into flying bombs and crashing them into the ships of the other side, and having their ground forces charge in massed formations to try and overwhelm their enemy.  I fully expect this to become every bit as ugly as that...that was a war that had been going on for maybe half a decade, this one has been going on for millenia.  The Demons have an identity crisis coming at them, because they're no longer the toughest kid on the block.  They've thought of themselves that way for so long, they don't know how to be anything else."  He snorted softly, and added, "If I didn't know they'd eat me, I'd almost feel a little pity for them.  Almost.  But I'd regard this as pretty damned successful.  We took out how many troop transports when that Island of Death went up?  And we captured the supply ship.  The rest of the Demon fleet was destroyed or surrendered...that's what we came here to do.  Yeah, we had losses...but only a fool would have expected us to walk away clean."

There was a pain in his voice, and expression, that became more pointed when he turned to mention of losses, and he fell silent at that point, a bitter scowl on his face.

Garrat shook his head.  "Look, I aint tryin to come in outa left feild an tell you how to fight your battles, but I've been at war longer than you would believe. Yeah, delta fleet won, but the numbers of demons I read about can bury the fleet in they're bodies and not bat an eye.  We were suppossed to take the Isle of death, not destroy it.  There were to many demons to deal with.  We need to increase the ratio of their dead to ours in standard combat because as we get closer to their home planet we're going to run into more things like this"  He holds up the plasma glob gun.  "and Irina can only carry so many nukes. They won't need suicide bombers.  I've been on the givin end of suicide runs before.  Don't ask me how I came through, I don't even know, but numbers are numbers.  When you got 'em and it's the only way to get the job done, it's just another tool.  It don't mean your losin." 
   "We are ones reactin to crazy stuff they've got set up in every battle I've been in so far.  We should be the one springin suprises on them. So far the biggest suprise is we ain't hidin under our beds and taken it like a bitch.  Yet we have to grab every piece of tech we can lay our hands on just to keep up.  That means we ain't adapting fast enough.  The poppers, the gas grenades, they ain't givin us the edge we need to control the battle.  That may be because we ain't taken them far enough. As it is the tech we are usin is shipped to us from a long way off otherwise we wouldn't need to take the supply ship in order to move forward.  We need new $h!+ now, an Hack seems to be the only one who knows it."
   Garrat motions out the window "Winnin the battle ain't winnin the war sir.  You know that better than anyone here."  he leans back and says wryly "But then what do I know I'm just a lowly Sargeant."
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Hunter chuckles "yea and Sgts are the glue that keeps it tighter Garrat"
"Sgt major is right in the History lesson, Japan did go ballistic to the end of that war."
"It was the first use of nuclear weapons that saw the end of it, and the Japanese swore oaths never to practice war again". One day I will show you the history of that island and it martial arts teaching.
A lot of what I personally believe in is set in the codes of bushido ( The way of the Warrior)
There is a song which ends

Hunter sits his eyes checking out his team.
"You know one thing that has puzzled me since I heard it."
" Why should the iron of earth be so effective against the Demons"

Xyran removed his helmet and spoke up, "You misunderstand then sergeant Garrat cause it was clear as day that we were to destroy the isle of death and we accomplished that task."

There was a pause for a moment before he spoke up again, "I fully expected that fight to be outright brutal on the isle, they had roughly forty two transports with at least five hundred people in them that's a bit over twenty thousand soldiers against give or take one hundred fifty or so of us not including Shadows hammers... if anything we should be proud of what we accomplished today we are making history here breaking a siege that has been in place for thousands of years... even after were long gone from this universe they will still be talking about this battle for eons" Xyran said proudly taking a moment to brush aside some gray hair.

Xyran then took his *Demon Plasma Caster* he picked up from the ship and handed it off to Zob that could possibly get more use out of it then he could as it was way to big for him anyways, "As the lead tech in this team... I can assure you i will do what i can to help make sure this fleet gets better equipment but without the new resources coming in from these captured vessels it just can't be done... I'm a miracle worker but even I have my limits"

Hunter looks at the weapon. "I would be very interested in handling one of those as some time Xyran"

Zob simply shrugged his shoulders and took the plasma caster that was being offered to him, 'Haven't seen one of these in a very long time' Zob thought to himself as he turned his attention to the group around him especially Roy, "I sure as hell wouldn't wanna eat you Roy your to lean... besides im a very picky eater" Zob said in a joking tone of voice as he pulled out one of the Avian blood vials and drank it quickly savoring the effects, "Much better..." It wasn't long after that the thought occurred to him that a demon was heading to the blue moon to help the angels break the siege that had been in place by his people for thousands of years.

Zob then went back to check out the demon's heavy suit that Garrat brought back with him as it could be useful to him in later operations.
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In reply to John Hunter (msg # 22):

Xyran turned his head towards Hunter, "There will be plenty of testing going on once we return back to the Hermes so just drop in the tech labs when time is favorable for you and ill let you do the testing on the firing range"

Hunter grins "thank you friend"
He knows that he is good with stuff, but has his own favourite weapons.
Still it is always good to know what the enemy stuff can do.

he turns to Zob, "Zobaich just how much has Demon tech remain stagnant over the last ten years or so

Ickabab sat in the assigned seat watching and listening to the ESN's plabering about their problems... and shook his head.
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Roy's face hardened for a moment at Garrat's response, until Xyran corrected the misconception about the orders.  Roy didn't like losing personnel, and the implication that those losses had somehow been for less than the desired result chafed at him.

He realized it, however, and opted to remain silent, rather than risk a verbal eruption that would mistakenly vent his frustrations on his men for something they had no control over.  Instead, he focused on the viewscreen and watched the moon get closer and closer, wondering just what tasks they'd be given down there.  As Hack's preferred rapid-response team, they would keep getting the dangerous, hard, dirty jobs...because they got them done.

Zob returned to his seat after a few moments after checking out the armor and that's when he turned to to Hunter and just shrugged his shoulders, "I haven't the slightest idea" he said plainly.

Hunter nods.
"They seem and please correct me if I am wrong to have held ground by shear weight numbers, and a number of fleets". "While the angles and others held the balance. The Skith seem to be a wild card".
"Am wondering how they will react once word reach's them about this set back"

  Lyri listened to the banter. She shook her  head a bit at some of the comments. As  she  finished her  'refresh' and slammed a fresh Clip into the rifle she said, softly..but firmly.

 ..here's what i know...Angels came to us...to help us fight a war...what they forgo9t..was...we are the ones..THEY  forgot...you look though the Bible. and other Myths  like   Greek and Romans, and Vikings...The Demons  and Angels once fought over Earth....we must have been a frontier..not woth much. I heard the Admiral say, That if there is one thing  EArthers know? its  war..

 Supe nods,they been around a long time, but they'er getting punched back..right in the FAce....

 Wilkens  was a bit  Quiet, then he Looked towards Spencer,SGT MAJOR?...If the Angels were so worried  about us...'breaking the treaty'...did  they not break their treaty when they  helped us build ships..and send  us off into space?

Roy's reticence was broken by Wilkens' question.  "I think it's safe to say that not all the Angels agreed with the treaty.  Ask anyone on that moon we're going to, I'm pretty sure they didn't agree with it.  We know already that He-La and the other Angels from Bura didn't agree with it.  Could be that our initial contact with Angels was some dissident group that was sick of the treaty and saw, in us, a possible way to break out.  Some of the stories they tell say that one of the reasons the Angels even know about Earth was because they dumped some of their hard-case criminals there, stranded them to survive or die on their own abilities.  How much of that became part of Humanity's background, I don't know...we'll probably never know.  But we've got a mean streak that nobody else in the Universe can emulate, combined with the ability to shut it off when we don't want it...and we're as adaptable or even more adaptable than any other race out there."

He thought for a moment and shrugged.  "The one thing that's beyond dispute...we know how to wage war like nobody else we've met.  What we lack in technology, we make up for in sheer creativity and downright subversiveness, and that's something the Demons have apparently never had to deal with before.  We keep pressing the war...tearing into them before they get a chance to collate their data, regroup, and redefine their military doctrines, so they've been stuck on the ropes and unable to get a breather.  They keep hoping that the bell's gonna ring, that we'll go to our corner and take a breather, and give them a chance to get their head back on straight--but this isn't a boxing match, it's a street brawl.  There's no bells.  Nobody gets to tell us when the round is over, we fight until we decide we're done.  And I'm guessin' that scares the livin' shit out of the Demons, because everyone else they've ever fought has, at some point, said, 'Yeah, let's figure out a way to stop fighting.'  They've tried, repeatedly...tried to negotiate treaties with us, tried to intimidate us into stalling our attack, holding off, even tried to stall us by sending out their best pilot to take on one of ours, solo...and we've batted every offer back in their faces.  They honestly don't know how to deal with us."

He shrugged again, and added, "At least, that's the way I read their behavior.  Someone else may have a different read on it...but each encounter we have with 'em just makes me that much more certain that, on the grand scale, at least, I know what they're thinkin'.  Not so solid on the individuals, but as a group..."  He went silent again, and nodded.

Garrat nods to hunter, "I'm aware of the diciplines of fuedel Japan.  We weren't allowed to harvest human genetic stook from there bur the Asgards studied them before the wormhole colapsed."
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