"Hope youre used to hell" She takes her seat as she watches you take a seat "Not acceptable" She tightens your belts as the roar of the drop pod entering atmosphere becomes a roar as there is a moment of silence as their pod lands hard and pops open to a wasteland of blood and flesh "Damn...Zieg...this is a mess" she raises her B.E. as it sprays as chemical concoction that melts flesh as they folow the trail of bodies
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