Ross and Jenny ran, diving out of the door as they entered freefall, eerie, cold, terrifying, fascinatingly and fucking cool as hell. From the gentle mist on his oxygen mask, to the freefall, they were falling towards the earth, the rest of the Blue Sword soldiers ahead, and it was madness. They were falling for two and a half minutes, and they were going straight to the point, beating the majority of the forces involved in the main assault, paving the path up onto the mountain before taking the Fort itself. At the designated altitude, they deployed, Ross checking his altimeter before deploying his 'chute, the dusty landscape 1,000 feet below. They were coming in fast, and he saw Jenny and Carl on his side, as well as the rest below. Steering into a spiral, the canopy responded, the armoured soldier suprised but capable, knowing that they were coming into the danger zone, right here, right now. They found the LZ quickly, and Ross steered his parachute carefully, crashing down carefully as he moved up, taking the Mk48 up, as he watched the two Heavies come in. A group of fighters were running out of the base, but before he could even begin to start suppressing fire, something far madder was about to happen, his own 7.62mm rounds going relatively quiet. ---- Adjusting the rifle in his grip, Andrew looked over at Nolan, as the base went boom. The C4 did the trick, and the outpost was shattered, blasted apart, the shit they wanted to hit dead. It was a hot LZ, quite literally, as he could see the sight of canopies roaring open in the sky above. "Calvary's here." Andrew calmly said, chuckling as he adjusted the XM500, the heavy .50 cal rifle loaded as per usual, and their hidey-hole still as useful as it could be. "Okay, let's keep them covered. Up the hill, if they move anything heavy, it's up to us. We'll have to relocate in due course." He added to his sniper companion, loading in a magazine, the heavy bolt pushing back and forth, as he got it set. ----- Natalie and Victor had gone last, owing to the fact that their suits were going to fall, and quickly. Most people would say that it was only air resistance that played a part in fall rate, but the basic physics didn't apply, not when the weights and air flows were very different indeed. As soon as the others had left, Natalie looked to Victor, and with a simple movement, stepped to the edge of the door. With an almost poetic moment, she turned around, her tinted visor in her faceplate covering her face, as she put her hands up and like some kind of bird, fell backwards and dropped, knowing that Victor was after her. They were falling fast, and the enormous kit over her suit felt weightless for a moment, the air resistance heavy and the noise loud, even through the helmet. She turned over, seeing Victor take position, as she entered a dive, going head down and flying past him, taking a hold of his enormous gloved hands in freefall. It was quite a sight, to see Natalie flying upside down, in her enormous armour, in freefall.....but she knew her suit well, and in a near-enough weightless environment, she knew how to get head down, and fly alongside Victor, her helm at the level of his, in a way. Tracking away, she levelled out and pulled the enormous ripcord, the three round chutes roaring out of the enormous jumppack, a violent opening up thrusting her suit from 170mph freefall to twenty, in barely a couple of seconds. She chuckled, the evening sun on the horizon, as she saw Victor's chutes come open, the skulls and crossbones visible on her matt-black chutes saying it all. She was made of stern stuff. The burning outpost was in the distance, and the others had landed, already taking fire. This was an opportunity to make an entrance. Swinging the GAU-19, she span the weapon up, firing up her radio. "Fire support is coming in." She said coldly, taking out the men that were running from out of the outpost, to the significant group of soldiers that her HUD already marked as friendly. The others, they weren't lucky. The GAU-19 shat out rounds, cutting the ground they stood on into bits, the two dozen men dropping like flies, as Natalie stopped fire, flaring the front canopy forwards, the whole thing rushing down as she began to approach the ground quickly. She was taking fire, but she didn't care. And it was with that, she headed towards the set of men, with a certain gusto, a certain madness. Ross could only watch, as the enormous armoured lady that was doing this did the utterly unthinkable. Slamming into one of the men that was firing up at her and her parachutes, torn to shreds by the time she had done it, Natalie's armoured feet had made more than a print into him. It was around half a ton of weight that had both kicked him and cemented him into the ground, her right foot splintering apart the man's jaw and neck, as she cut away the parachutes. The wind blew them away, as she didn't even have time to ditch the rest of the chute bag. Her suit was covered a little in blood and guts, and something had snapped in her head. She wasn't swinging the GAU around, it felt too out the way, it felt unsuitable. Time slowed, and she was among a lot of soldiers. Too many to take on. Party piece, she said mentally. One thing she could do. The sword shone, and with a sharp movement, she was charging forwards to men spraying wildly with their AKs at her, as she let rip with her rear end, the flames catching against the other men she had dropped in behind, as she swung out with the sword. It practically cut the man in half, as she charged forwards, and three other men found themselves in the worst place. Natalie's armour, weaponry and her body may have weighed almost half a ton, but it looked almost as if the pure adrenaline and the pure intensity had hit her harder and harder. She was just in a mist of anger, and the three men soon were cut to pieces, hacked down, as she only then stopped letting rip. The flames had roared for at least 10m behind her, and at least four poor bastards had found themselves incinerated by her rear defensive measure....and her flatulent booty, to say the least. She moved through, blood covering her beautiful black carbon, as Natalie swung again, striking down two men, cutting one open and the other with half his organs torn through. A grenade went off, and she didn't even acknowledge it, her heaving, huge mass just completely content. A couple of grenades to her side later with a swipe across her chest plate, and one last man was left, the outpost destroyed, and this little rally point outside now very much dead. She kicked him over, and with a sword through his sternum, she pushed it through till she could see it come out of his neck. Even with a sword that large, it was half sumberged in his fucking body. It took at least a good thirty seconds for Natalie to catch her breath again, as she looked around. "Okay. Clear." She said, as she took her helmet off, the other men in the distance, about 200m away, on a ridgeline above where the DZ was. She looked around, and took it in. Red mist didn't do scale well. She'd killed at least 20 people in that time. What Ross had seen was impossibility. She had moved like a ballerina, like the suit wasn't weighing her down for a second, and was now half-clad in blood, the suit that shone looking like she had waded in a pool of blood and guts, her blue hair blowing gently over the top of the neckbrace. Her sword in itself was covered, and from grenades, .50 rounds, and being fucking hit with a sword, they were all dead. This outpost was cleared, and Ross could only drop his jaw at it. "Well......I guess that's one way to do a baptism of blood for a new suit." She said into her comms, knowing that there were no snipers around, as she walked the distance, placing the blade over her shoulders, before taking it in her both hands. Wiping the worst of the guts with her left gauntlet, she licked the blade, and put it away, muttering something in Russian, quietly to herself. Never, ever die again, she said to herself. Her mind restored back. Ditching the parachute pack, she swung the GAU-19 into her hands, grunting gently. Her body was weakened, she was tired, and it would take her a while to get her breath back, and her energy. Nothing a bit of a stim couldn't fix, as she slowly walked back towards Ross, Carl, Victor and the rest, as they gathered their gear. She moved up the slope, and crouched down, as Ross retrieved his gear, the rest of the soldiers setting up. "We don't need to talk about how many clauses of the Geneva Convention you just broke, but I think in the space of thirty seconds, you re-wrote the rulebook. Good to be working with you again, Bear." Ross said, as Natalie swung her helmet back onto her face, visor back down, covering her eyes and face completely. "That is what we do. Re-write things. So, we are to move up, yes?" She asked, as she took a knee, her on one knee still towering a little over Ross, as he couldn't help but admire it. Words didn't do these crazy motherfuckers justice, he thought to himself. "We've got a couple more checkpoints to clear, then the fort itself. You'll get shot to fuck if you go up alone. We'll shield you, and we'll go head-on. The snipers will pick away Anti-Tank and RPG threats ahead of us, all you need to do is rain hell. We'll take the stragglers, flankers and suicide bombers." Ross said, as he put his helmet visor back down, checking his radio, Jenny nodding as she took her ammo, and the rest of her kit too, moving to Ross's side, as the rest of the men began a sweep, Natalie looking to Victor. "Well, this should be fun, Brute. I feel like I'm in the mood."