As we fly towards the ship, I turn to Reavis. "What do you think? Think the Sons of Korhal are really behind this?" Reavis looks at me a shrugs.
"Does it really matter? We're gonna get there, find the problem, find the solution, and get the hell out." I sigh, but push on.
"You make a good point, but what have you heard about the other ships? What the scrap crews are telling everyone?"
"Well" Reavis pauses, then decides to deflect the question. "Damnit! We're soldiers! Not scientists! It's not our job to think."
"It's not your job to think and maybe its not my job to think that much, but from what I've heard, this is what happened on the other 14 ships. Only faster. Now, I have an entire squad to think about, and that includes you." I sigh and shake my head, "Maybe I am over thinking this, but we weren't given much information. And that never sits right with me." I turn to the pilot and ask, "How much longer till we get to those coordinates?"
"Few more hours. It's near major travel lanes, but the planet isn't as close as I thought."
"Alright," I turn back to Reavis, "Go tell the men to get comfy. This is gonna take awhile."
Reavis turns around to address the men. The were a rough bunch, but he'd been in combat with most of them before. They can hold their own. The marine in all red armor and a white face plate was Jenkins, he carried a modified C-14 Gauss Rifle, that could pump out 50 rounds a second, 30 being the average, and even at that rate, fully automatic was not advised. He wasn't exactly a pot shot, but he could rain bullets down on the enemy like a hail storm from hell.
The rest wore of them wore standard issue armor and weapons, but Reavis could tell them apart by decals they had on their armor.
One firebat, Jack, had a flaming skull on his left shoulder. A marine, Jefferson, had a silhouette of a curvy woman on his right shoulder plate. Some others had demons, numbers, and even their own name.
"Alright men." Reavis wasn't much higher rank the the rest but they seemed to respect him. "It may be a while before we reach our destination, so if anyone needs a potty break- You better damn hold it." Some of the men responded with laughter, others shrugged it off.