Picture the scene. You're strapped in to a pod, little more than a harness and weapon slots encased in a metal shell, lights and readouts flashing as the ship you're riding in inches closer and closer to your designated landing point. Out of your pod you can see it, a planet rolling into view. You can see clouds traveling across the sky, storms forming, the shape of the continents, oceans and mountains. But as you get closer you can see flares of fire and energy, the detonations of massive weapons. There's a war going on down there, a war of annihilation and the human race is on the receiving end.
The ship stops, all lights turn green. You're over the target and for a few moments all is silent. Then you feel a split second of weightlessness before you plummet. Your organs feel like they're working their way up to your head, you can feel the heat and see the glow as you enter the planet's atmosphere. It feels like you'll never stop falling when just as suddenly as you dropped you decelerate and finally hit the ground.
With just enough time to shake your head clear and grab your gun the seals of your pod release and the door pops open, you charge out before your pod becomes a coffin, take aim and squeeze the trigger.
You'll kick those alien bastards off this rock or you'll take down as many as you can with you.
My Avatar is an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper and THAT'S why he's awesome.
