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A nod as she checked her wristcom. The mapping data she had so far traced back to where she had clamped her gunship to the Anvil's hull, and if the upper decks were clear, then it would just be a matter of minutes to run back and be lower the lithe craft. “Should be back in the air in twenty,” the girl stated as she made sure she had enough space around her. “Okay, I’m recalling my suit.” Said loud enough for their benefit of awareness rather than her own, and as she made sure those around her knew this time, Samus tapped the emblem on the left breastplate of her base armor.
Light burst from the etched sigil as crackles of energy cascaded over her body. Within seconds, she was lifted off the ground just as her armor reformed around her with a series of crackling flashes. There was a distinct thump as she dropped back down to hit feet on deck, and a few stray traces of the translocation energies flashed over her armor plates. A momentary flicker of golden light grids over her suit before the energy field of her shields became invisible, and Samus gave a tentative thumbs up to Stacker before heading out to retrace the corridors to her ship.
True to his assumptions, the way back was clear, allowing the armored Star Hunter to reach the airlock nearest her magnetically attached vessel. A minute as she passed through the sectioned entry, making sure the hatches sealed behind her before triggering the external doors, and then a climb around to the outer hull. Her ship was just twelve meters away, and as she switched her beam mode to the electromagnetic grapple beam, Samus fired the crackling blue tether and catching to the hull almost a third of that distance. The beam latched, wrapping around into itself and pulling the armored Hunter across the span, allowing her to get a tethered run along the hull and launching herself through the air to cross much of the remaining distance and tether the grapple beam to her ship’s own generated magnetic field. Within minutes, Samus was inside and powering up the lithe craft’s sublight engines while matching to Stacker's communications frequency. “Alright, Sergeant. I’m set to unclamp. What’s the plan?”
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While the path back to her gunship would be clear, as Samus made her way to the upper decks suddenly rumbles would begin to travel through the vessel's hull within the minutes it took for her to travel. Not those of direct impacts, but rather the shockwaves of distant explosions and weapon fire carried through the metal from a great distance away, and as Samus began to exit the Anvil the ship's intercomm system would blare to life as a wailing two tone whistle blasted through both the ship's halls and over the encrypted radio frequency the Hunter had been given access to before a surprisingly calm male voice would follow.
"General Quarters, General Quarters. All hands, man your battle stations. Set material condition 'Zebra' throughout the ship. Reason for General Quarters: hostile surface contact, boarding action inbound."
Following that, the voice to respond to Samus' own hail from within her cockpit would not be the Sergeant's but a different voice entirely.
"Aran, this is Ensign Park speaking. Apologies for the hand off but the Sergeant is busy. Your vessel has been marked as a friendly and you're cleared for take off, standby for FoF and targeting data." A younger woman's voice said, one that couldn't have been much older than Samus herself - and as they spoke a second channel using the same encryption would begin hailing her vessel, containing the promised information and patch into the local battlenet. At the same time yet another rumble would sound - this one, however, traveling through not only the cruiser's outer hull but the thin atmosphere of the planet itself with all the force of a nearby lightning strike as the naval coilguns on the hull opposite Samus' gunship opened up to fire on groundside targets.
The IFF frequency was loaded into her broadcast archive and set to transmit as Samus began releasing the magnetic fields that held her gunship to the hull of the Anvil. Her communications came alive with chatter as she patched into the cruisers battlenet frequency. The rumble vibrated through the tiny gunship, barely big enough to be even called a heavy fighter, if not for the number of highly compact and advanced technologies it hid inside of itself. Many, she always knew in the back of her mind, that had not been designed for the modifications and use they endured. A flicker of light ribboned over the ruby hull of the gunship before forming into a filament gridded field and fading from visible sight. A flare of the repulsor drives pushed her craft away from the hull of the Anvil, leaving her to do what she came here to do.
"Anvil, this is Aran. I am free floating with defense grids up, and powering drives. Target data loaded and locking on now."
Another muted thunder rumbled outside. They were going full force with their retaking of the ship and its armaments. Her own holographic tactical display was lighting up as her ship's sensor arrays picked up the designated target turret and marked them. The direct feed into her ship's own VISR system began running assessed projections as she brought her ship into a leveled hover before easing in the main sublights and making way to get her full view of the area. A flicker in her visor told her that her own ship's weapons were charged and ready.
"Locked and loaded, just give the word and those turrets won't know what hit them."