PARADISE SPACE
As the cutting team started nearing completion of their breach point, Roy spoke up. "I don't normally do this...but I want to slap these assholes upside the head with the fact that they've pissed off EVERYBODY in known space, and not just the Humans. Vaka, Lirg, Nugest, Zob, Na-Ce, Frakas, Shade, and Magin form up on me. We're the advance team. Larry and Freddie come with us. Az-El, your people follow us in, right on our heels. Hemsly, you and Call cover the backdoor and make sure we don't get blindsided."
He looked around to make sure his orders were clear. "When that hull section drops, Vaka, Zob, and Shade follow me in. Nugest, you come in behind us. Frakas and Lirg, lower the largs to Nugest while we cover him. Once the largs are in, the rest of you follow in proper order." Again, he visually verified, even taking time to look at Larry and Freddie. They could probably jump down, but it would be safer to have a controlled descent.
He quirked a grin that could be seen through his faceplate, and heard in his voice. "That's all assuming they haven't been smart enough to put fireteams in place to cover the breach, and start shooting as soon as there's an opening. If that happens, we toss grenades in to disrupt their formations, and Larry and Freddie lead the way, jumping down and into attack." He clapped Larry's helmet firmly, so it could be felt through the armor, then turned to the breach point.
"Stand by for entry...five, four, three..." He stopped counting aloud at that point. If there was fire coming their way, he didn't want his voice drowning out any indicators...counting the three had set the rhythm of the count, the others could finish the countdown on their own. His hands flexed on his rifle, ready to go into action, as he waited.