OKAY SO I FEEL BAD FOR JUST RANDOMLY RANTING (okay not so randomly but >.<) yeah didnt mean this to be a sole ranting place so to LIVEN THINGS i shall write a… short paragraph of random stuff hahaha (call it a short story though there aint much story to it)

So, here it is:

“The Thunderbaron shuddered under the onslaught of the buffeting winds rushing towards it as it hurtled towards the ground. Despite the violent ride, the men inside were calm, strapped into their seats. Each man was clad in a large, sleek black suit of armor. With a calm machine like efficiency, they went about running diagnostic checks on their suits, ensuring that all systems were functioning at nominal levels.

“Forty seconds to whiplash altitude” a metallic voice rang out across the interior of the Thunderbaron’s fuselage.

All around, the men strapped on their helmets and activated their Heads-Up-Displays. With a slow grinding racket, the rear ramp of the Thunderbaron wrenched itself open. Outside the air was relatively calm due to the slip stream created by the Thunderbaron as it powered ever closer towards the ground.

“All systems green, Nights prepare for deployment”

As one, the armored suits activated their magnetic locks on their boots and stood up, detaching themselves from their seats. Facing the now fully open rear ramp, they looked out into the mid-day sky as blinding light filtered into the interior of the Thunderbaron. Facing away from the ramp the men aligned themselves and crouched onto the hard metal surface of the gunship.

“Nights, deploy”

Without a word, the men released their mag-locks in order, the ones near the open ramp first. Without the mag-locks to hold them, they floated upwards, as the Thunderbaron powered away from under them. As they accelerated away from the slip stream created by the gunship, they effortlessly fell through the sky, their black suits standing out against the bright sky.

“Thunderbaron, Nights away, begin whiplash sequence”

Below them, the powering Thunderbaron closed its rear ramp, and fired its forward retro thrusters, angling itself towards the enemy Forward Operations Base. Slowly, with its nuclear powered reactors screaming, the Thunderbaron slowly brought itself into an upright position, now falling almost diagonally to the ground with the cockpit facing upwards.

In the cockpit, the gunship AI detected rising levels of plasma in the nuclear reactors and promptly reported it to the pilot

“Warning, plasma levels reaching danger limit”

The pilot didnt give the AI a second thought, his full concentration in pulling the Thunderbaron from its precarious dive into its upright position and maintaining it.

“Prepare for emergency plasma dump”

The AI simply acknowledged with two beeps from the cockpit speakers.

As the Thunderbaron quickly fell to its predetermined altitude of 600 meter, the FOB under it started coming alive, noticing the large gunship bearing down on it despite the Thunderbaron’s near invisible radar signature. Heavy flak shells started stitching the sky around the gunship with explosions.

“Emergency vent excess plasma, divert all power to rear thrusters”

With a sudden wrench, liquid plasma fell from ports on the gunship’s belly rocketing towards the FOB. Even as the plasma tanks were emptied, the gunship lurched as its rear thermo-nuclear thrusters roared into action, pushing it away from the ground which was now a mere 300 meters away. As the thrusters cleared the wake of plasma which was falling towards the FOB, it ignited the stream of extremely volatile fluid.

A huge explosion lit the sky as the plasma ignited and the entire stream, which by now had reached the FOB caught fire. Even as the sky around the Thunderbaron filled with light, the pilot steadily aimed the prow towards the allied airbase and powered away from the burning base behind him.

“Whiplash maneuver successful, Thunderbaron out”

Much further above, the falling Night squad continued their journey towards the ground, spread eagle as they hurtled towards Terra Firma at unbelievable speeds. Individual squad members slowly veered themselves such that they will be directly above their designated targets.

“Nights affirm, clean up commencing”

“Initializing over watch”

The armor worn by the upright Night slowly transformed. The armor over his shoulder blades moved away to reveal an unfolding Gatling cannon which slid down below his fore arm, before snapping magnetically to it. As the ammo belts to the Gatling guns connected to the suit rattled around the Night’s helmet, thrusters on the Night’s forelegs kicked in flipping the suit near vertical, boots towards the ground.

“Targets identified, commencing over watch”

As the other Nights fell past him towards the ground, the thrusters slowed the Night enough for him to aim his dual Gatling cannons towards the FOB. With a loud roar which could be heard over the roar of the air whipping past him, the cannons opened up with a barrage of Armor Piercing rounds, devastating the remnants of the FOB below him.

Like avenging angels, the remainder of the Night squad impacted the ground with the force of small bombs, kicking up clouds of ash and dust. Even before the dust settled the Nights emerged from their craters, gauntlet cannons similar to the one fired by the still airborne Night blazing away at their surroundings.

Even before the last Night slammed boots first into the command bunker of the FOB, the rest of the base had been wiped clean of all signs of life, torched by falling burning plasma or blown apart by the Night’s cannons.

As the Squad leader stepped out of the rumpled bunker which used to be the command center, the remaining Nights gathered around, forming a protective circle around the bunker. Scanning for any life forms amongst the burnt out rubble, the squad leader signaled the squad.

“Load High Explosive, fire barrage”

With a metallic clank, the surrounding Nights obeyed the order, their auto servos within their suits switching to HE rounds. As one the Night’s fired from their circular formation, sending out a wave of destruction, leveling the remaining rubble and melting the sand under their feet.

Within a few seconds, all that remained intact of the FOB was the command bunker around which the squad stood. As the smoke from the surrounding fires blotted out the sun, the squad leader retracted his Gatling cannons.

“This is Night Leader One, mission complete, FOB cleansed, awaiting extraction”

All around him , his men relaxed and retracted their gauntlet weapons into their hidden positions.

Time taken for the whole operation from the moment the rear ramp of their Thunderbaron had opened was seventy five seconds. The three year dead-lock had been broken by the Nights in almost just a minute.