The Star Destroyer <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Disruptor<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had tuned into the enemy's radio frequencies, and Fearsons only smirked and the constant screams and blood-filled gurgles. Fearsons pivoted on his foot. Five of the missiles had indeed made it, out of the ninety two launched.
"Everyone, pray for a moment for the deaths that just occured here..." he said...which was indeed a code to the stormtroopers on the deck. Already the assault transports had returned and were loaded up with specially armed stormtroopers and biocommandos.
The transports launched from the hangar bays, being tightly escorted by squads of TIE Advanced. They whizzed past the starfighter combat, where only two TIE Fighters were left...and only the seven Assault Gunboats had been slain.
"Get ready," Assault Transport Omega One told the rest of the groups. They had just dodged two or more laser blasts, but the Star Destroyer was too busy launching escape pods of the higher up officials to Sluis Van and trying desperately to dodge the Angel Creations. Omega Four did take a stray shot however and toasted into a million.
"Dock dock dock!" Omega One yelled as his transport landed on the Star Destroyer. They naturally drilled a hole in the hull and immediately stormtroopers and infantry poured out, their heavy biogear pounding against the floor's metal plating.
Immediately they had to choose what to knock out...the feral former humans or the Chimerans. They seemed to agree in unison that the infantry could deal with the Angels, the stormtroopers were obviously better trained against living targets. Lasers shot left and right, one stormtrooper taking a hit and dying immediately, but the Chimerans all in all lay dead, with the angels not touching a single infantry.
"Alright men move move move!"