The aircraft interior was cramped, designed to be functional enough to carry seven soldiers. Inside the whole cabin pulsated a strangely calming green reflected upon the metallic grey visors of the infantry. The light changed to red, and suddenly the cabin started to shake, as if in free-fall. The suits of the soldiers rattled against the cabin with loud thumps and the occasional painful screech of metal scraping metal. The turbulence came to end with an almighty whack as it hit the ground with the force of a missile, throwing concrete, chunks of metal and refuse around as it made an ugly scar on the surface.
The cabin light changed from the red back to the calming green again, the occupants dazed but still aware. As they composed themselves several pneumatic hisses rung out and with a pop, the doors opened with controlled precision. A slow grating was heard as the heavily clad soldiers pulled themselves out of the battered wreck, with an injured team-mate in tow.
"Jesus Ryans, always knew you were a bit on the doughy side, didn't know you were this heavy" the first figured joked,his voice crackling through his suit. The injured man replied with a gruff cough. Pulling him along to a building, he laid him down to rest, and assessed the rest of his squad.
"Status reports?" he queried as the other five soldiers checked their weapons and armour. One trooper, the largest lugging a heavy machine gun seemed dissatisfied, evident in the fashion he stripped apart his weapon, aimed down the sights and proceeded to continue the cycle. He stowed the activity when his superior asked the question. The figure closest glanced back and replied.
"We're Green across the board Chief, how's Ryans holding up?" the feminine voice replied, changing from a disciplined voice to one marked with emotions at the mention of the injured trooper.
The "Chief" shared her concerns, the injured trooper had several broken ribs due to a technical fault in his suits suspension systems and shock absorbers. As a result his suit's kinetic barriers whacked against the armour and the body inside it, causing severe damage. The man winced as he thought of the pain.
"He'll be fine, tough soldier, I'm more worried about our situation" the man admitted, staring out at the ruined city. They were alone and trapped in this urban hell.
The cabin light changed from the red back to the calming green again, the occupants dazed but still aware. As they composed themselves several pneumatic hisses rung out and with a pop, the doors opened with controlled precision. A slow grating was heard as the heavily clad soldiers pulled themselves out of the battered wreck, with an injured team-mate in tow.
"Jesus Ryans, always knew you were a bit on the doughy side, didn't know you were this heavy" the first figured joked,his voice crackling through his suit. The injured man replied with a gruff cough. Pulling him along to a building, he laid him down to rest, and assessed the rest of his squad.
"Status reports?" he queried as the other five soldiers checked their weapons and armour. One trooper, the largest lugging a heavy machine gun seemed dissatisfied, evident in the fashion he stripped apart his weapon, aimed down the sights and proceeded to continue the cycle. He stowed the activity when his superior asked the question. The figure closest glanced back and replied.
"We're Green across the board Chief, how's Ryans holding up?" the feminine voice replied, changing from a disciplined voice to one marked with emotions at the mention of the injured trooper.
The "Chief" shared her concerns, the injured trooper had several broken ribs due to a technical fault in his suits suspension systems and shock absorbers. As a result his suit's kinetic barriers whacked against the armour and the body inside it, causing severe damage. The man winced as he thought of the pain.
"He'll be fine, tough soldier, I'm more worried about our situation" the man admitted, staring out at the ruined city. They were alone and trapped in this urban hell.
