Post by Roland Muleto on Mar 28, 2009 9:59:47 GMT
As it is always the case on a spaceship the primary sideboard hangar was buzzing with activities : servitors carrying loads of ammo, maintenance on the shuttles and all the other noises of work.
At the center of a the activity was a thunderhawk drop ship, its massive structure made the smaller ships look insignificant. Tons and tons of adamantium, weapons and engines, sufficient to deploy the entire remnants of the fourth company, the deadliest weapon at their disposition, except for the Delivrance herself.
Sergeant Agrippa hadn't tell them deployment would use the thunderhawk. He didn't had to. Tactical sense was part of the base of space marine training, each men in the first tactical squad... even most of the scout squad... would make a fine captain in any guard regiment, it was expected from them to fill in the blanks of the briefing, their officer going straight to the point, making no mention to the obvious. And Roland's tactical sense was shouting "thunderhawk deployment". A drop on a contested planet, but not directly on a war front, on a fitting spaceport instead a city or countryside, an easy drop for two squads working tightly together... He would have bet his right arm on it.
The thunderhawk is probably the best vehicle to drop from orbit to the surface of an hostile planet, but not nearly good enough for him. He hated the very notion of flying, hell! sometimes he even hated being on the Delivrance. The long minutes of the drop, tied in a box, sitting like a duck waiting for the hunter's bullet, entrusting his life to the pilot... Of course once on the surface he would entrust his life to the others in the squad, even Marcus, despite his recent brain wound, but this seemed... different. Hell, he didn't even know what a pilot could do to save his skin, if things were to turn ugly !
He didn't know how to pilot it, its technology far too complex for him to understand clearly how it works, but he had always felt more confident after inspecting the ship himself. He began his examination of the insides and outside, searching for any little sign of damage or neglected maintenance.
At the center of a the activity was a thunderhawk drop ship, its massive structure made the smaller ships look insignificant. Tons and tons of adamantium, weapons and engines, sufficient to deploy the entire remnants of the fourth company, the deadliest weapon at their disposition, except for the Delivrance herself.
Sergeant Agrippa hadn't tell them deployment would use the thunderhawk. He didn't had to. Tactical sense was part of the base of space marine training, each men in the first tactical squad... even most of the scout squad... would make a fine captain in any guard regiment, it was expected from them to fill in the blanks of the briefing, their officer going straight to the point, making no mention to the obvious. And Roland's tactical sense was shouting "thunderhawk deployment". A drop on a contested planet, but not directly on a war front, on a fitting spaceport instead a city or countryside, an easy drop for two squads working tightly together... He would have bet his right arm on it.
The thunderhawk is probably the best vehicle to drop from orbit to the surface of an hostile planet, but not nearly good enough for him. He hated the very notion of flying, hell! sometimes he even hated being on the Delivrance. The long minutes of the drop, tied in a box, sitting like a duck waiting for the hunter's bullet, entrusting his life to the pilot... Of course once on the surface he would entrust his life to the others in the squad, even Marcus, despite his recent brain wound, but this seemed... different. Hell, he didn't even know what a pilot could do to save his skin, if things were to turn ugly !
He didn't know how to pilot it, its technology far too complex for him to understand clearly how it works, but he had always felt more confident after inspecting the ship himself. He began his examination of the insides and outside, searching for any little sign of damage or neglected maintenance.