Bad Day in Hell
The comms crackle to life. "Awwh, fuck! We lost a goddamn stabilizer fin!" The pilot's voice is high and on the verge of cracking. "I can't break the roll!"
"The lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women..." Tits' prayer rises to a fevered pitch. Winston, meanwhile, is silent for once in his life, and Sarge, enormously competent man that he is, seems lost for a plan.
There is another jolt and the dropship's nose tilts upward. The roll slows for a moment, then the pilot's voice fills your ears. "I'm punching out. Good luck." You hear a blast as the cockpit bursts open. Your last shred of hope catapults across the horizon on a blastchair. You resign yourself to your fate.
The ship buffets hard and you hear a terrible snap, then a wash of thick, meaty leaves blocks the viewport. There is another snap, another, all of this occurring within the span of a second. The ship hits something solid and your head snaps back and smashes into the bulkhead. You're out.
"The lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women..." Tits' prayer rises to a fevered pitch. Winston, meanwhile, is silent for once in his life, and Sarge, enormously competent man that he is, seems lost for a plan.
There is another jolt and the dropship's nose tilts upward. The roll slows for a moment, then the pilot's voice fills your ears. "I'm punching out. Good luck." You hear a blast as the cockpit bursts open. Your last shred of hope catapults across the horizon on a blastchair. You resign yourself to your fate.
The ship buffets hard and you hear a terrible snap, then a wash of thick, meaty leaves blocks the viewport. There is another snap, another, all of this occurring within the span of a second. The ship hits something solid and your head snaps back and smashes into the bulkhead. You're out.