objectives. It would be a waste of time regardless. They knew their mission with its objectives by heart. They were the elite. They didn't need to be reminded of what they had to do. Jump in, move up, destroy the enemy stronghold that contained the largest battery, and coordinated the AA-emplacements all over the area. An enormous amount of details were involved with that simple plan, but to them, it was as clear as daylight.
A second beep came. They all got up, went to stand in line. They knew they were about to make a jump that could very well be their last. They didn't care. Not at this point. Not anymore. They had all been through too much to fear death. They only feared failure.
The green light appeared, and the doors went open. Garell ran forward and jumped, into the deep, into the cold, unforgiving night air, and dived down towards the planet. He knew the others were with him as well, falling down, in complete darkness, knowing it would shield them but the tiniest bit from the enemy flak.
With them, thousands of other troopers had launched themselves as well, every assault carrier launching their squadron as the operation commenced. Thousands of Armored Assault Infantry soldiers diving down, or being launched in pods, an incredible show of strength, yet the real question remained whether or not they would make it to the surface. Command considered them to be less of a target than the bigger ships that would follow them soon, but to the troopers in question, who had lost countless brothers in arms to guns, had seen their brothers torn to pieces by flak, that wasn't a valid opinion at all.
Garell breathed calmly, his mind clearing up as he fell down, nearing the point where they'd enter the range of the Scral guns. He enjoyed the cold air, filtered through his armor. It reminded him that despite everything, that he was still alive. That he wasn't dead yet, and that he could continue with extracting his revenge on the Scrals. A soft bleep sounded inside his helmet, telling him he just entered their range. It remained silent, much to his surprise. Their intelligence service must have pulled many all-nighters to keep such a large assault hidden from the enemy. He was thankful for that.
He soared through the night sky, his brothers next to him, around him, hidden from sight, but not from his radar, nor from his instincts that told them where they were.