Allen and the rest of Devil company felt the drop ship rock and shake as it flew down through the atmosphere of Trade 304 The ROM Army had taken control of the anti-air batteries on the planet surface, launching flak rockets up against the drop ships. The ship shook as Constance, the pilot, desperately dodged what fire she could.
"Sorry boys! The ground is way too hot! And I ain't just talking the temperature! We're gonna have to do a jump drop!" she yelled over the intercom. Anti-air fire was far too intense and concentrated to attempt to land and disembark the marines, so they'd have to do a high altitude low opening, or Eagle drop , using the thruster packs attached to their power armor to slow their descent to the ground.
Sergeant Major Dusty was the first to disengage the safety bar keeping him in his seat, standing up and grabbing his rifle. "Ok boys! Yall heard the lady! Let's get ready yeeehaaaww!
Every marine, Allen included, all got up from their seats, grabbing their weapons and standing in line according to their row of seats. Allen gave the armor plating across his suit a quick tap, making sure everything was in place. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking behind, he saw commando First Class Jake burns was the culprit.
"Not gonna lie to ya man" he began. "This is actually my first combat drop."
Allen tilted his head. "Seriously? Never seen real combat before this?" Aren't commandos deployed after the process ?
Burns rubbed the back of his helmet. "Well,yes I'm some case most commandos do get deployed, but there was a malfunction in my chip that had me stationed on slave planets. The most I've felt with was a revolt."
Allen gave a small sigh and gave the commando's chest plate a small thump. "Don't worry man. Just shoot the bad guys and make sure you keep your head down. This isn't like the slave planets they do shoot back. Good and clear ?"
Burns nodded, steadying his breathing as he tried to focus on his words. Allen looked forward again, seeing his sergeant major standing in front of the company.
"Ok boys!" he yelled. "We're gonna be doing a Eagle drop down to the ground! When we hit the dirt, we're gonna be linking up with Commando 0-1 and knight company to take the AA guns so we can get armor down planetside and air support! You get me marines?!"
All marines present slammed their fist against their chest plate and yelled a loud reply. "WE GET YOU SIR!" they yelled with vigor.
The exit ramp opened up on the back of the drop ship, showing the troops they were still several thousand feet above ground level, with numerous other ships in formation alongside them. "Ok boys!" yelled Constance over the intercom. This is as low as I can get us! Go get some devils !"
Sergeant Major Dusty stepped to the edge of the ramp, before looking back to his company. "Marines! We fight to protect or planet we fight For the glory of the UEN !"
Every single marine present then screamed a reply. "FOR THE FAMILIES WE PROTECT THE LIVES WE MUST TAKE LET THERE BE HONOR IN THE DEATH!" they yelled. Its the motto of the UEN Marines, and Allen would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel like a Lion every time he said it.
"Alright! Let's go show those weak willed, xeno loving NOM scum what real troopers can do!"
With that, he jumped from the ramp, followed by every other marine of the company, with Allen being one of the last in line. They all began speeding down through the air, their mission to reclaim Trade 304 just beginning.
'New enemy, new planet, same job.' he thought.