Mass Effect 4: the Second War (Mass Effect fanfic)

Chapter 11

August 15,2214

0130 standard galactic time

Onboard the shuttle en route to site of Torfan incident

We were loaded onto a small shuttle, there we'd use hoverboots and wingsuit to infiltrate the facility, (again) then, we'd grab any Intel regarding the reaper, after, we could check out the reaper crash site.

I was seated on a bench, making a final check on my equipment. When the light of the transport turned off and the light on the drop off turned red.

"Stand up!" I ordered, I placed my hoverboots over my combat boots.

Everyone stood up, all with face paint on their faces, all with determined expressions.

"Check equipment!" I started checking my gear.

"All right! Be cautious. This area has been a battleground. Mercs could still be scavenging the area for precious cargo and or armor from the last time the Alliance has been here. Good luck. I'll see you on the other side."

I put on my helmet and braced myself for the drop.

Basically, the wing suit goes in 2 ways. It can go your way, or can send you head first into a bodybag. That's why there are more causes of death by hardsuiting or wingsuiting into a battle field.

The wingsuit of this century has a new and advanced design to the old wingsuits used before my time. Civilians are usually using it as a popular sport, but the military uses it to quietly slip past enemy lines without sensors picking up the speed. But the risk of bugs entering the microcomputer chip that controls the entire system of your wingsuit are high. An example maybe because an overload in the chip will cause the suit to shut down, therefore, you'll be free falling a long way down. It has happened before.

The doors open and let in a small stream of light as anti-guardian cannons started pounding the transport. The ship started rattling and shaking as we moved closer to the battle zone.

The red light in the wall of the ship blasted a green light.

"Go, go, go!" The pilot yelled, signalling Camille to free fall into the night sky.

"Ladies first." Nick said jokingly after Camille dropped.

"Wimp." Isabelle returned, I could swear, she was rolling her eyes behind her helmet. She stepped in front of us and got ready to jump.

"Ouch." He replied.

Isabel rocketed across the night sky like Camille in front of her.

"Hey Nick, don't be such a pussy." Eric said.

"Hey!"

"Gallion! Your up front." I said before things could get worse.

He jumped, followed by Derik and Eric.

I was slowly walking to the back. breathing heavily, shaking slightly, adrenaline pumping.

"Commander, good luck." The pilot said before focusing on the ship.

I jumped just before a rocket narrowly misses the ships hull by at least a milimeter.

I tucked my hands in, head, like a knife cutting through butter, zip through the air to regain speed. There a sensation of adrenaline, then fear, then when your stomach just wants to hurl your insides out.

I could see through my Heads Up Display as Camille has already landed behind a bush and is awaiting for the rest of the team to drop out of the sky.

When my HUD flashed a red as a rocket exploded right next to me.

"What the fu-." I began to swear.