Akane held his breath for as long as he could.
Whilst he slowly tries to stand up.
Lighting roared on the platforms killing dozens.
Friendly?.
Enemy?.
Dead?.
Doesn't matter.
Strange hums came from above.
Akane looked up to find
dropships descending.
Sharp.
Heavy.
Deadly.
"Friendlies?" He murmured.
Dark shapes tore through the sky.
Akane's breath become narrower and slower.
As his body tries to adapt to the intense environment.
The ship lowered.
And because it's inside the intense pressure gas giant kaelara
Explosions wouldn't work.
Bullets wouldn't work either.
Only pure close-quarters.
The ships ramp slowly opened.
Dozens of soldiers appeared.
Their movement superb.
Timing is insane.
It wasnt a mistake.
It was an identity of an elite tier mercenary unit.
Akane walked slowly.
Undetected.
The he sees it.
A fallen comrade.
he grabbed his fallen plasma blaster—
hands steady—
He cut off his fallen soldiers cord.
And he'll attach it to his.
But due to the intense shaking.
He's having a hard time connecting the pieces.
Somewhere—
behind the frontlines—
Their ship left a massive device where all the soldiers messages get sent back and to the target.
The ship was prepared to leave.
Aira, hakamo and half the other other squad members followed.
The ships engine roared to life.
They've gathered enough fuel.
The ship slowly rose upwards.
But it didnt go back yet.
It slowly circled miles by miles, and as they completed a set they'd have to change everything.
Because if they immediately left
The sudden change of pressure kills them.
Back in the battlefield—
Akane forced himself up.
After connecting the wire.
He let out a huge relief.
As he walk.
Each step felt heavier than the last one.