Corporal Neilson, with his eyes very visible under his helmet which was tilted back fairly far on his head, had a look of fear and uncertainty on his face. The vessel rocked and shook constantly. The pressure of the ship accelerating and decelerating constantly gave the 5 marines a twitchy feeling. The sounds of the small craft being struck by the force exerted from large shells, rockets, and lasers gave a terrifying feel to the aura in the room. They wished they had a window so they could see what was happening, but at the same time they were so afraid of what they would see that they tried to keep their minds off of what was happening outside. They each clung tightly to bolted metal to support themselves, and to their rifles. It seemed they were all just sitting in a large metal tomb, waiting for someone to tell them they were dead and could lie down and rest. But at the same time they had never felt so alive in that they had never been so scared before. They just try to avoid conversation, and looking at each other so they wouldn't have to think about the horrid en devour they were now embarking on.

Back on the bridge, Bishop was watching and white knuckling the ride up above the fleet formation. He took note that there appeared to be flashing coming from above the ship with a slight rumbling which seemed to come in a pattern. He quickly discerned it to be Ray obeying an order for once, and hopping on the ships defensive gun. It was a small cannon mount on the top of the vessel, which was controlled from the inside. For reasons Bishop didn't understand, when they were turning the vessel into a 'makeshift boarding ship' they decided the best place to mount the weapon was on the top of the ship, and the panel to control it should be in the galley. He paid little attention to that, as details on his own ship didn't matter right now. The Ithika II zipped through space above the streaks of light. The radar showed that Schooler's vessel was just behind them which was a good thing. At least people were actually following orders for once. The streaks of light beneath there ship though seemed to be getting more sporadic. As the fleets were now almost directly on top of each other, they seemed to be 'firing at will' rather then targeting in controlled successions. This was good for the two small boarding crafts as it could mean they would go undetected. Fighters zoomed around being chased by other fighters, or doing bombing runs on enemy ships. From the angle the two boarding craft were, it was very obvious that the Alliance outnumbered them in exactly the fashion Bishop had assumed they did.

Bishop checked there distance and began scanning the enemy ships. They had all sorts of vessels, ranging from the 90 feet that the Ithika II was, to well over 3,000 feet. Trebuchet Battleships, Victoria Cruisers, Longbow Assault Craft. They even had several of the massive Crete Battlecruisers which was larger then any vessel in the Browncoat fleet. Despite this Bishop started looking at distances between the ships, and figuring what they could do the most damage to, and in the shortest amount of time. He came to there was a vessel near the alliance center that he kept bringing his eyes too, an alliance Trebuchet moving forward at cruising speed. Though smaller then the Alliance Longbow, a Trebuchet made up for its size with very thick armor and a set of 6 double barrel cannons as well as an unknown amount of rocket pods. If there was one thing that they needed to stop it was those, and Bishop would do his part in taking down this one. He activated the com-link transmitting to the vessel following his.

"Alright Schooler, I got a target, Alliance Trebuchet vector grid, 38:92:67. Grab somethin' close by so your still in visual range, and make it a good target." Bishop told the pilot of the other ship. He hoped that the moron piloting the other ship wouldn't make the mistake of landing on a massive Crete which they didn't have the ordinance to damage, and something bigger then a Victoria.

"Ok, I think I've got one. I'm ready to go when you are." Schooler replied.

Bishop wanted to ask what the target was, but there wasn't any time for that. He looked over at Clemens "Listen up Clemens, when I say so, your gonna tilt us straight down towards that ship, and go full speed ahead down towards it. Once we're over it, cut all speed and move to full reverse to slow us down. Land on the ship, and we deploy the marines, ya follow me?" Bishop asked his own pilot

"Yes Bishop, I understand" Clemens said bobbing his head up and down in a way that made Bishop less assured of his plan.

"Schooler get ready for hard burn! We're goin in 3.... 2.... 1. GO!!!" Bishop yelled and both crafts tilted downward and like a a bolt of lightning raced towards their destination. There engines gave off trails of light, as they approached the enemy fleet like two massive drops of hail. Just as ordered Clemens slowed the ship to a near halt once within a close proximity to the ship. He aimed to land at the front of the ship. Down, down, down, they went. And suddenly, CLUNK!. There was a loud snapping sound and smaller craft linked to the Alliance Battleship.

Bishop, without thinking, took the intercom into his hand. "Corporal Neilson, Deploy!" Bishop said.

Without a moments hesitation, the Corporal hit the 'breach control' and it started to rip through the enemy ships hull. The circle in the middle of all the men had lit up, and the sound of 7 blow torches was audible. They shielded there eyes as it cut through the outer hull of the ship. Quickly it spun and spun, until finally with a loud SMASH! the piece fell through. Neilson grabbed the circular hatch and opened it. Beneath them was the bright white light of the interior of the enemy ship, and one by one the marines eagerly jumped down into the unknown.

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