[center][h1][color=00aeef]Silverwind Blade[/color][/h1][/center]

[quote=@Smike]
[color=#bea55d]"When you say poking, do you mean a scout patrol? Or a division?"[/color]
[/quote]

[color=00aeef]"From the sound of it,"[/color] Silverwind replied as he started offloading his MAS from the truck, the built-in hoist lowering it to the floor of the bay as he spoke. [color=00aeef]"Looks like it ain't much more than a reinforced squad. Enough to be a problem for local forces, and ta give us a bit of a challenge. But not more'n we can handle if we do it right, ah reckon"[/color]

The cargo plane rumbled and jolted as it changed direction, the sensation of motion moving through their bodies at the huge jet lowered in altitude. The loadmaster and assistant staff moved around, aiding with the unloading process and the squad's technicians readied and loaded weapons, but kept them on safe. Hoses and support equipment were disconnected as the minutes ticked by quickly.

[quote=@Cozure]
[color=39b54a]CAPTAIN! Are we landing or dropping in from a hover?[/color]
He didn't like how high pitched and nervous his voice sounded.
[/quote]

Silverwind was all-but ready to climb into his MAS, the back of the suit open and him clad in his operators' suit. He stepped in and the machine folded closed around him like metal origami, the weight and pressure of it against him reassuring. As the suit came to life, he hit the external speak to reply to Veep's question.
[color=00aeef]"This model of aircraft ain't capable of hoverin', Veep. Ain't gonna be a landin' either - we're air-droppin' in from a low-altitude jump out the rear ramp. Plane slows down and goes low as th' pilot dares, and we jump an' use our jets for brakin' our descent. Don't worry none; we practised this a few times over. Y'all will be fine"[/color]
The suit powered up fully, artificial muscle fibers energised and the weight of it was off the vulpine. It stood, and after a few experimental movements in the enclosed space, the tech gave him a nod of affirmation, and he headed toward the rear of the bay. The loadmaster gave him a thumbs up, which he returned with the armoured gauntlet of the suit.
"One minute warning, commander!"
[color=00aeef]"Roger that"[/color] 
As the lights in the bay snapped red with the blare of a klaxon, the ramp powered open with a whine of hydraulics, natural light spilling into the bay from a crack that yawned open to reveal the desert below them, now much, much closer. The tops of some dunes and rises seemed almost close enough to brush the belly of the transport, it was so low, but it didn't look [i]that[/i] much slower. Nonetheless, he clicked over to the squad radio channel.
[color=00aeef]"Assemble on the ramp, people. We're less than a minute out, so prepare for drop!"[/color]

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