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In the Valkyrie's cockpit, separated from the passengers, the pilot and co-pilot fought to keep the craft airborne. Even wearing photo-visors, visibility outside was virtually nil through the torrent of rain. They had kept their eyes glued to the glowing readouts and runes in front of them, relying on the precious data since first hitting the storm. Then, unexpectedly, they all went dark. The dozens of small blips denoting other Valkyries flying around them vanished, the runes displaying altitude and speed showed nothing. And, as if the Emperor had truly forsaken them, the first flak shells tore through the air like lightning.

The co-pilot squeezed his eyes closed and began praying. The pilot tightened his grip on the controls and pushed forward with grim determination. For three minutes they limped through the storm of tracers and shrapnel streaking upwards, battered about by the wind and exploding anti-aircraft fire. The comfort of the passengers was the least of their concerns, but they were Elysians after all, they would survive.

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"One minute!" Sergeant Felder shouts over the relentless pounding of flak and gunfire outside, glancing at his chrono again. "Check your kit and start praying."

Blood was oozing down the sergeant's face now from his nose colliding with the bulkhead during one of the dropship's evasive maneuvers. He wipes it with his free hand, smearing it more than anything, and secures the respirator that had been hanging freely from his helmet, sealing it in place. 

A loud bang rocks the craft moments later and shrapnel pings off the hull. The Valkyrie lurches to one side suddenly, throwing you all off balance and slamming the sergeant shoulder-first into the hull again before it slowly rights itself, metal groaning with the effort. At the rear of the cabin, the ramp unseals with a nearly inaudible hiss and begins to lower. A wall of cold air, rain, and deafeningly loud noise surges into the cabin to meet you. Peering out, you see the strieking light of large-calibre tracer rounds and the flashes of detonating flak shells cutting through the air in the thousands. Not far behind, you see an explosion illuminate the dull shape of another Valkyrie for a brief moment as it is engulfed in flame and tumbles downwards, trailing fire before disappearing below you.

"Now or never! Go!" Felder shouts over his micro-bead and waves you towards the open hatch.

[i]Make an Ordinary [+10] Operate (Aeronautica) or Difficult [-10] Agility Test to leap from the craft and safely operate your grav-chutes.[/i]