"Be it known that it is the year three thousand four fifty three. "A male voice said in his helmet. A young man sighed and looked down at the world beneath him. He was in geostationary orbit over the Alps. He sat inside a small pod in a reentry suit. It was old fashioned but it was a rush to do. The voice chimed up again. "Please explain to me why we are here instead of training?" The voice said clearly bothered. "Oh come now Durendal. This is fun! Also jumps like these may be needed should things go wrong during a mission. These suits can survive reentry from high orbit. "The young guy said as he looked at the planet. The pod door opened and a chime played. He got up and looked down. "Well fortune favors the bold. "He said as he pushed off the pod and the gravity kicked in. 

"My sensors indicate that we will arrive at the hold in two minutes. Ben we need to activate the propulsion systems. This suit is so bulky..." Durendal complained as he fell. Ben saw the heat coming off his suit as they entered the atmosphere. After a minute he began to settle out and began to land. He fell past the hold into one of the valley's nearby. He landed with a thump. 

"Hell yah!" He said as the reentry suit came off revealing a smaller less bulky suit.   "We are to report to the War Room. The commander wants us there. "The AI said as Ben got to the hold. He walked in, his face bright red from the thrill. "Sorry for being late Boss. "He said as  Durendal materialized on his shoulder. The AI had the form of a young man wearing an laurel crown. Ben sat down still smiling. "You guys have to orbital jump. It's a rush!" The young man said smiling.