First Drop
16 Aug 2022XRONAX9
The engines in the Vulture screamed as we dropped into orbit above the conflict zone. My pilot said to prepare for drop in 3.....thats what I remember before it faded to black.When I came back to, I was falling from the ship. I remember my stomach coming into my throat. The briefing said the planets gravity was .3...Like hell. After a quick burst from my jet pack, I was boots on ground. Then I heard the screams, the fighting, and a grenade landing next to me. Boosting away and letting my shields take the brunt of the force I got to the top of a building, and the battlefield was laid bare before me. Bravo and Alfa point appeared on my HUD, showing that there were enemy combatants trying to force their way in on both points. Drawing my Manticore Executioner, I brought my first target in line. It was a man, looked no older than me, cowering behind a half wall as more Vultures screamed overhead bringing them reinforcements... Then I saw it, faint, but it was there. A light blue flash, his shields were down. I took my shot, and MISSED! before he could react, a teammate threw a grenade, then poof, pink mist. I was so focused on the fight unfolding Infront of me, I did not notice the squad that had snuck behind me. Turning on my heal, I saw it, pink plasma, straight to my face. Death by Shotgun.
It felt like a dream, I was back in the drop ship, my pilot screaming at me, "PREPARE FOR DROP". Again, I blacked out, this time, I wasn't alone. Three others have joined me on this drop, and I felt better. I tightened my grip, and my stomach didn't feel like it went up my throat this time. "This is it" I whispered to myself. The four of us rushed into Alfa point, manticore at point, *pop* shields down, and a blast from over my shoulder dropped the scout Infront of me. Looking at my savior with nothing but a quick nod, we advanced into the point. Command came over the net as the last point was held giving instruction to kill the last twelve enemy combatants.
My eclectic squad pushed out north from the point to engage the last of the enemies, and it didn't seem like a fair fight. There were five of them, pinned down behind a stack of storage containers, yelling and screaming. It seemed like they wanted to surrender, but they never got the chance. Across the way, another merc pulled out a mini launcher and took aim, releasing three quick blasts, pushing the small team from cover, only to meet a grenade thrown by one of my own squad mates. The blast pushed their bodies apart, as arms and legs went bouncing through the low gravity, and that was it.
We won.
My pilot sounded surprised to hear from me as I called in for exfil.
Flying back to the station I decided I was going to pursue this career for a bit. Needed to change my suit, and maybe get a different weapon, or three.