They were towed in by the refugee transport. Rico tapped his rifle, signaling arms at ready, they clicked the safety off. Rico was a bit anxious and slightly nervous, it was their first combat deployment...ever, and he is appointed the mission commander. He didn't want to screw up, and he didn't want to be a hero either, he just wanted a nice, smooth mission, by the book and just like a drill. Of course, that would be almost impossible to wish for. They are Royal Executioners, they wouldn't be sent on this mission if they knew all they needed to know and planned all that could happen.
They felt the ground sank and then a loud thud, of them dropping in the hanger. Rico then motioned for everyone to get into position, with him and Katrina closest to the door on either side. They knew that armed Marines and Sailors will be outside greeting them. They were their own after all, they will only use stun weapons. The door was cut open, before it fell, Rico hammed it open then threw three stun grenades expertly. They launched out of their escape pod, they pinned and disarmed the officers and held the rest at gunpoint. A few raised their weapons to shoot, they were stunned by the Executioners instantly. They then recognized their flight suits and their insignias.
"Sir!" the ones who were able, snapped to attention.
So far so good, Rico thought. By know, their squadron COs have probably paid the Refugee Transport's fleet HQ a visit...