(haha, I thought you'd never ask.)
With a grunt of frustration the Noble grabbed the overhead bar and hauled herself aboard the chopper, Suka in toe. Sitting on the edge, she looked out on the town as it fell beneath them, the choppers shadow shimmering over the rooftops as they passed.
"That's not very reassuring," she murmured. She couldn't help the tightened knot in her stomach that warned something was wrong. Instinct told her that whatever was ahead, she had to be ready to defend, or fight it.
Suddenly a radio transmission was received from home base. A frantic voice yelled for reinforcements. Whoever had grabbed the radio was openly transmitting, not one of the intelligence relay technicians. His voice went in and out as if the radio he was broadcasting with was moving, or he was.
"Please hurry. Help us. They came from out of nowhere! We can't keep the base secure. They came from under the freakin sand! Ah! Help!" Then static filled the headsets for a few seconds before the transmission was cut off entirely.
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