Marco walked into the hanger in time to see tier's mech disappear into space. "i swear, i hate it when he does that....." he looked across as two other shi-ne-ki personnel quickly slid into small missile like pods with small wings. Marco quickly followed suit, climbing into his own white and black ship. "you two ready? just remember, no weapons till tier shoots first. either of you disobey that and I'll kill you myself." "yea, yea tough guy. you know i could kick your ass." "i still don't see why were here, were assassins not baby sitters." "look, were getting payed by the vulpa to do what they tell us to do. and their telling us to make sure this guy doesn't get himself killed." "you're just saying that cos you two have history." the three ships took off, launching towards the planet silently. two things the shi-ne-ki were known for was their in-comprehendable advancements in technology and their ability to cover up their own existence to the point of myth. the race of pure white foxes were trained from birth by their elders to be assassins, serving the vulpan military above all others. partly because they know where the shi-ne-ki home world is and could wipe them out without a second thought and because they finance the majority of the shi-ne-ki research, which (once perfected) ends up in the vulpan armed forces.
"yea.....we have history.....that's why they put me in charge. so shut it and keep on task." Marco said sternly through the com system as the three ships hit the atmosphere. seconds later the three ships hit termanal velocity before the three pilots hit the boosters shattering the terminal velocity, the poisonous air passing the ship while emitting a loud high pitched whistling screech. "300 feet...200...150...now!" all three pods seemed to open up for a split second before reforming into robotic bio-suits that perfectly fit the pilots body as armour plating matching their standard armour ((think altier from assassins creed one)) including a full face mask and breather. the three forms free fell the last hundred feet, boosters in their feet slowing them down enough for a hot entry without destroying the landing platform. they landing solidly, a loud thud after each one hit the ground "sorry we're late, ((internet issues >_<)) "but hunter knight tier doesn't always let us know where he's going. we are his appointed body guards. sorry if we startled you."