"Ssschhhhooooooooomm" the missile flew through the sky, right into the rotor of a vertibird carrying Enclave troops. "KABLAM" "We just lost engine two!" screamed the pilot to the troops in the back. "As if running low on fuel wasn't enough. Now we can't even land safely." sighed the Co-pilot as they neared the ground. "Here it comes!" yelled the Pilot. "Alright troops, we've been hit and we're gonna crash, so brace for impact and lets walk awa-" but before the Sarge could finish his sentence,"scrriiiiiiiddphhhhhhh" "Landing gear's gone!" screamed the Co-pilot. "wherrrrrrboooooooo" went the right rotor as it broke off from the fuselage and blew up as it hit the ground. The vertibird skidded across the rough wasteland ground, sending the Sarge flying out of a new hole in the troop bay. "Holy Shit" screamed Private Bulinski, biting his tongue in the process and Throwing his hands over his mouth in pain. "Oh fuck" muttered the Main Pilot as he looked ahead through the shattered glass to see a bed of rocks dead ahead. The pilot frantically messed with the controls but only managed to tilt the vertibird slightly to the right. The vertibird began losing speed but not enough to save the cockpit, and as it finally stopped, the cockpit along with both pilots were crushed.
"aughhh fuck...is everyone okay?" groaned Private Ardent, who looked around himself and saw the crushed cockpit, rage beginning to rise. "The landing was rough, but yeah" moaned Wickuph "I bithe my gothdamb thonga buh I'm awhright!" said Bulinski as blood was dripping out of his lips and down his chin. "Well put a band-aid on it and get your gun, cause we gotta get away from here." said Ardent as he got up from his seat. "And next time put it in the gun compartment" he muttered. Bulinski unfastened himself as well and picked up his marksman rifle off the floor of the vertibird and looked it over to see if there was any damage."oh thamn, wherethe's mhy ghogghles?!" muttered the bloodied troop, as he frantically looked around the damaged troop bay. "There yhou are." He said gleefully, as he put his goggles on his head."thtill howlding hup." Said Bulinski with a blood-filled smirk.
Private Wickuph pressed the button to unlatch his seatbelt but it wouldn't retract. He grunted and unsheathed his combat knife and cut the belt and stood up. "Ardent, what's the plan?" asked Wickuph as he sheathed his knife. "We need to locate Sarge and see if he's okay" Wickuph nodded to Ardent, and leaned down to a tall compartment. He slid the compartment door open and grabbed two assault rifles. He handed one to Ardent and put the other on his back. "Lets go men" Stated Private Ardent.
Wickuph pushed opened the side door of the vertibird, as Ardent leaned out of the door frame, with his rifle ready to fire, and quickly looked over his surroundings. Deciding there were no hostiles, he lowered himself onto the ground and surveyed the crash site further. After a minute or so he announced the area was clear. "Bulinski get on top of the vertibird and use your rifle scope to search for Sarge." Ardent said as he was looking off into the distance. "And Wickuph grab some extra ammo for us and a couple plasma grenades while he searches, we can't stay here much longer."
Bulinski put his rifle on his back and dropped down to the ground, he slightly smelled something metallic. He jogged over to the front of the vertibird where the boulder and cockpit were one. The smell becoming stronger, What he saw was grisly. Blood soaked the tanned rocks. One of the pilot's arms hung over the broken windshield, the body it was attached to, smushed. He was staring at the crushed cockpit as his felt as if it was being twisted stomach. Bulinski said nothing as tears welled up in his eyes, but put his hand on the dead pilot's hand, and held it for a minute, then let go. Tears began running down his cheeks, but he wiped them and cleared his throat. He slowly walked over to the shortest side of the rocks and began climbing them. they were a little hot but nothing too bad, he thought to himself as his hands pulled him up to the area where the rocks and vertibird met. He carefully stood atop the rocks and balanced himself, crouched down and started moving over them, then part of the cockpit that was still intact enough to support him. Once passed the cockpit, he stood and walked to the end of the aircraft, careful to not slip and fall. He then pulled his rifle off his back and looked down the scope and into the hot wasteland desert.
Wickuph grabbed hold of the floor the vertibird and lifted himself inside. He then stood up and walked over to the compartment he opened earlier and pulled out three carry bags. he unzipped two and began filling them with rifle and and some grenades, as well as plasma ammo. The third bag he filled with the MREs they had on board and some water. He then zipped all the bags up and threw them over his shoulder as he stood up. He stared at the floor, thinking to himself whether he would make it back to his home or die to whatever shot him and his friends out of the sky. His thoughts were disrupted though when he heard Ardent yell his name. "Wickuph get back out here we have to move!" He then sped over to the door and jumped down to the ground. "There's a group of 8 heavily armed troops heading towards here." said Bulinski to Wickuph. "Do you have the stuff?" asked Ardent. Wickuph nodded his head as a yes and showed him the bags. "Good." Grinned Ardent. "There's a crevice in those bed of rocks that probably has enough space for two people, so someone will have to hide somewhere else." "I will" said Ardent as he held his hand out for the bags. "Okay" said Wickuph, he handed Ardent the bags and nodded to Bulinski that they need to go ahead and get in the crevice.