Wave!
Then drop a few dozen feet, before pulling out far above the ground with my rockets, slowly descending to the northernmost point of the crescent, and flitting in about twenty feet above the ground looking for crowds of civilians, especially ones doing interesting things or holding weapons. Make my way from there to the Southern ridge the other shuttles are parked on, trying not to miss anything.
20 feet above the ground? Well lets see how well you can dodge rocks.
[6]
You fly in close to the largest crowd you can find, but they seem a bit stirred up by the recent announcement from one of the other newbie teams and several angry youths attempt to bring you down. You dodge through their refuse projectiles with relative ease but get so caught up in your show-offery that you plow straight through a two story shanty building, lose control and plunge straight into one of the garbage and waste strewn gaps in the floating Hooverville.
Good thing you're wearing a sealed suit because you just swan dived into sewage.
If you've processed Hurricane Team already, and this action succeeded:
Establish a text-to-speech connection between Dr. Gordon Freeman's (Avalanche-7's) wristpad and the mob-facing radio frequency.
Then use that connection to reassure the population that ARM is here to help, and that any resistance will simply result in more death. Use General Knowledge and Charisma.
Otherwise:
Look out the side hatch and overwatch with a gauss rifle loaded with HP rounds.
[1] It's been a bad/good day for rolls.
You send several posts of "..." to the population.
One of the most concise replies, of the thousands coming in since whats his face opened the channels to the civilians (Great idea by the way), is:
"Oh god we're being saved by JRPG protagonists"
Not the kind of bear Kate would be interested in, but that is interesting.
Well now we know Kate's preference in men runs towards the rotund and hairy.
Move to shuttle to hover near team Firestorm and Blizzard to provide close-air support. Side with the gun-door facing "Front" - the general direction of the vet teams' advance.
Scream "Say Hello to my Little Friend!" across the entire spectrum of available radio frequencies as we open the door to unveil our laser turret.
Hey look, a newbie team doing what they're supposed to be doing!
Imagine that.
"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! PREPARE YOUR BUTT, I'M GOING IN AT THE
SPEED OF LIGHT!"
If both Arty's and Freeman's attempts fail, Trier starts blasting away with his laser turret at anything that looks vaguely threatening once he hears the words all mobsters dread. Broadcast this over the ships speakers "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU AN OFFER YOU CAN'T REFUSE. GET INTO A PORTAL OR DIE!
You start broadcasting threats of violence over the loudspeaker.
You can feel the exasperation of the Vet team drifting up from below like a heat haze.
Arty slaps the back of Trier's helmet. "Oi! I've just volunteered for PR, and you decide to make my job more difficult?"
Record a message: "THIS IS THE ARM. We are here to help, please be orderly and move into the portals we're opening as quickly as possible. To protect the people from UMW agression, we are deploying troops; for your safety please follow their instructions."
Start PA'ing and broadcasting the message on repeat on all commercial civilian frequencies.
Use the frequency supplied by Hurricane 4 to contact the locals. Assist Dr. Freeman in calming and directing them.
You broadcast the message along with all the others that have been broadcast this turn.
These civilians are probably a heck of a lot more confused than they are reassured.