As the men around you rush to pack their gear and get ready for processing, your conversation is cut off as the transport ship suddenly buckles and groans, slowing down dramatically and causing anyone who wasn't holding on to something at the time to fall down hard on the cold, metal floor. Bags and crates go flying as the ship lurches again, before slamming downwards with a loud series of clanks and thuds. After one final clang, the ship halts and ceases to move signifying that you've probably landed. You can see the lieutenant from earlier laying flat on his black, his helmet having flown clean off when the ship landing. Grunting angrily, he gets up and collects his fallen helmet and strapping it back on firmly to his head. “All right men, we've landed! When the ramp opens up, you all must orderly march to the processing designated for Platoon III in the North East portion of the field! Head over there, get registered, and head to your sleeping arrangements. No fucking around or running off, got it?” he shouted, to be greeted by a symphony of the men around him shouting “Yes sir!”
Your squad now with their belongings collected group together near the ramp. Luckily you're right next to the exit ramp, and won't have to wait too long to get out. It's been a damn long time you've actually been on solid ground, and it'll no doubt be a relief to see the sun again. Suddenly, you all begin to hear the sounds of gears churning up against each other, screeching and clattering together as the ramp slowly begins to lower. Inch by inch it drops, slowly letting in bright beams of sunlight into the dark interior of the ship, before stuttering and dropping down completely to the ground outside. The bright sunlight surges in, blinding you for a few moments before you can get a clear view of the outside world.
You're all greeted by the sight of a busy airfield, laden with ship after ship bearing the men from your regiment, along with various transports dedicated solely to equipment and supplies. This definitely doesn't look like the military airfields you're more used to landing on, and it resembles more off a small civilian landing area than anything else. Otherwise, you notice that the climate and temperature here is quite...nice. The sun is out, brightly shining down on the airstrip and the collection of large buildings that lead on to the city ahead of you. Men sprint up and down the field, dragging crates and large bundles of ammo with them, along with the occasional tech-priest taking inventory of a collection of crates, checking them off with his dataslate.
This unusually serene view is suddenly broken as you all hear a sharp voice behind you. “Hey, squad in front! Get moving, we're not gonna wait here all day for you to take in the view!”
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