The escape continued to worsen by the minute. The area they were dropping in was thick with AA, and by the pilots cursing, things were getting rough.

  The phantoms plasma cannon was firing non stop, desperate to lessen the flak coming up at them. Evasive maneuvers were now the norm, and flying straight was a good way to get rent apart.

  "Why did I come here, I could be shipmistriss by now! But nooOOOooo. One final fucking mission. AAAAAGH!!!" She screeched in anger. One of her squad laughed, weather at some joke or her she didn't know. Vez whipped around and hissed hatefully.

  She turned back around and rechecked her gear. Weapons, on. Armor, tight. Grenade, ready. "CHRCK YOURSELVES, WERE FIGHTING IMMEDIATELY ON LANDFALL! YOU LOT, SHIELDS UP! MY LOT, DROP AND SPREAD OUT EVERYWHERE! KILL WHATEVER COMES! WE SURVIVE FIRST, YES?" She yelled to everyone in earshot.

  "30 SECONDS. WE WONT STICK AROUND WHEN WE ARIVE!" The pilot said.

  She counted the seconds as they flew. The occasional shake and maneuver making it through to them from the outside. She was maneuvering the cabin when all hell broke loose.

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  With a sudden body wrenching impact, the left side of the phantom exploded. The Senghili major was ripped apart by shrapnel, along with multiple skirmishers and jackles.

  The jackle's shields took the brunt, but they were covering the right wall, having been flung in the explosion. The ship dipped precariously, but straightened far too slowly for her tastes.

  "FUCK THIS, DROP US AT SAFEST SPOT!" She screeched.

  No reply came, but the phantom veered away from its previous heading. The AA lessened, and a call rang out. "5 SECONDS TO DROP!"

  She counted, heart hammering. She waited. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

  The side doors opened and they jumped out. She saw a open sky, with tall buildings to her front and right. They spread out, and she took what little cover there was on the tall building roof.

  The phantom limped away and she called out to what remained of her drop. "WHATS EVERYONE'S STATUS?"

  Reply came, ranging from 'terrible', to 'are we getting paid for this?' Good enough. So, she had 8 jackle infantry, and 10 skirmishers, including herself. They had already taken 50% casualties. FUCKING GREAT. JUST FANTASTIC.

  "FUCKING ELITE BASTAAAAARD!!!!" She screeched loudly. Taking a breath to calm herself, then another. And another for good measure, she began her plan.

  "Find a way down, were exposed. When found, infantry with shields first, when we're safe, we catalog what we have. Go go go!" She said.

  Less then a minute later, a call came out. "Found a door major. Opening." The voice said. She rushed to see, and it was a door. A skirmisher tried opening it, then hissed when it failed.

  She approached and looked at the door. She could see the hinges, and pulled her pistol. She shot each hinge twice, and kicked the door. It flew back, and revealed a small room with a stairwell.

  "Infantry forward! Clear the floor! Find exits downward and inform me. Go now!" She said. Hopefully this would go smoother then the fucking landing.