Screaming. An explosion that sent his ears ringing as he was jerked from the bench and onto the floor. The jedi shouting for everyone to hold on as the gunship tilted crazily, spilling some of the jetpacks out to the forest below. Grabbing a handhold as I screamed the question, "What the hell happened!"-as another explosion hit the underbelly, searing metal and boiling away support struts. Molten gunship armor cascading down my breastplate, crashing into a piece of console and hanging on desperately even as the gloves melted. Forest spinning around us as the gunship suddenly halted, smoke spilling from all around us like it came out of nowhere and everywhere. Screaming, my own, shout of confusion from the pilot and a brief jolt as we hit the ground. Jerking weakly on the cold metal of the floor, tearing my helmet off with burnt and bloody fingers. Hack using the saw to scrape metal off of me and Carais holding me down. Hands clenching with the pain as a needle slides into a vein in my throat, silencing the screams.
An eerie silence...a beautiful moon, blue and orange, hanging malevolently like the eye of some god, before my eyes droop and slide shut.
Three days previous to attack, 5:38 P.M, G.A.R outpost S-750, Barracks section.
YES! I KNOW! But seriously, I'm pretty busy and crap. This is another teaser but I have the actual chapter half finished so it won't be TOO long...hopefully.