"That is our transport. Now lets board it." Colonel Black shouts as he moves himself and his squad out into the night. As the teenagers follow the soldiers outside, they catch their first glimpse of the craft that is making the roaring noise, or more precisely, crafts. Three swift moving vehicles approach on cushions of air, moving at better then 215 miles per hour, and spitting fire from their assault cannons. They swung themselves at the last instant, facing the way they had come, before they dropped boarding ramps. "No more then 20 to a dragon," Black calls, gesturing Kaitlen and the quartet to his own.
Being the furthest away, the teens are partially loaded onto the other Dragons, before the Kaitlen, the soldiers and the others even make it to their own transport, when you all catch your first sight of those who are shooting at you. The ones shooting at you are all tall, taller and bulkier then even Connor, although Josiah notices that it might be mainly their armor, which bears a resemblance to the Fed-Com armor, although it has a more organic quality about it, it has spikes coming from the Knees, elbows, and wrists. One individual, from what you can make out of him, he has blue skin and shoulder length white hair. His hands hold a black staff that begins to glow green as you watch, his right hand taps a button, and a blaze of green light flashes outward, striking one of the teens, knocking her off her feet.
The girl rolls for a moment before coming to a stop face down. More blasts streak out towards you, one even catches a small boy, but miraculously, it appears not to hurt him, only leaving a smoking hole in his shirt. He looked down astonishedly at his chest, too shocked to even move. Another boy grabs him and leads him up onto the closest dragon. Another burst passes cleanly through the shimmering girl and leaves her none-the-worse.
"Move it, kids!" Black shouts as he lines up a shot on the gunman.