The Whistler
"ETA?" Aiden asked the pilot over comms.
"2 minutes, sir!" the pilot reported swiftly, after which Aiden set a timer on his watch. Even though this was just a standard mission — having to escort people involved in the reconstruction efforts of Epica — he took his work very seriously. Nothing had happened since the Mandalorian invasion and the Alliance strengthening its borders, but those under his care still put their lives in his hands. After that ambush on Selvaris, where he lost so many, he wouldn't ever allow himself to lose focus again.
A minute later, the shuttle began to vibrate as it entered the atmosphere and encountered friction. A common feeling for every soldier, so none seemed remotely startled. The path ahead would now be clear. They were supposed to land on their designated landing zone, escort the group to the outpost, and head back to collect others sent to help as well.
A simple task for-
A sudden impact sent a huge tremor through the hull, powerful enough to have ripped people from their seats if it weren't for their seatbelts. Aiden groaned as he felt the sudden strain against his chest, but was given no time to recover. The nose of the ship came straight down, altering the force he felt on his body. He gasped for air, held onto his seat for dear life and closed his eyes.
Even before they hit the ground, everything had gone black.