The drop boat lurches as it hits the thin atmosphere and you almost throw up in your helmet. The rest of the squad is strapped into their points near the exit hatches, combat armor automatically camo-matching with the dull gray of the tuna-can's interior. Private Gar across from you is howling excitedly. "Read my mind? Read this! Gonna kill me some Zhos! Yeah!" The boat rolls almost to inversion and the cheap gravity compensators strain, alternately stretching and compressing your guts. The pilots have left the control deck hatch open and you can see past them out the partially shielded window, stars dimming, sky brightening, dull brown horizon rocking back and forth and looming up at ... flashes ... an A gun, rapid-fire plasma, you're being dropped onto an A gun position, whose brilliant idea was this? The Squad Leader yells out "Thirty seconds!" As if on cue the plasma bolts from the A gun stop crossing your field of view and simply loom larger. You cringe in your armor. The swearing pilots lurch the boat down again and the world outside spins crazily. A bolt punches through the thin vehicle armor and into the troop compartment, hitting Private Gavin. His breastplate flies off and burning pieces of him scatter all over the rest of you. You don't look, you're listening to the sound of the boat drives screeching with protest but still on-line hallelujah you're not going to crash yet. Radiation alarm, deal with it later, low air pressure alarm, everyone's faceplate drops and seals, the air supply counter starts up in your helmet: 6:00:00, 5:59:59, 5:59:58, Comms on-line you can hear everyone breathing and gasping as the boat slews hard. Something hits the hull, you see the port bulkhead flex in and warp the deck an engine goes off line oh God sideways flying sideways the cylindrical boat hits the dirt and rolls like a beer bottle before smashing to a stop upside down. Your jaw smacked the inside of your helmet but you're unstrapping and falling down into the overhead and wrenching your weapons from their mounts. Corporal Liigdu and Private Jones are kicking at the remaining functional sliding hatch, it pops open in a cloud of dust and dirt and through the comms the Squad Leader yells "Follow me!" He steps to the opening weapon firing and is promptly hit and down, left arm completely taken off, suit air spewing out into the low pressure atmosphere. Loose on the bent hull you see his armor shoulder piece, emblazoned with the Imperial Starburst, seal of the Emperor and insignia of the Third Grand Empire of the Stars.
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