Freefall
Jed stood on the dropfloor in rank with the other soldiers, all standing in armoured exoatmospheric suits. The computerized voice in their helmets let them know it was fifteen seconds to drop. Those who didn’t already have their visors down and locked did so, and got into drop formation.
Jed and the others would drop through the hatch doors and fall from ultra-low orbit to strike the target far below with extreme prejudice.
Five seconds.
Jed always hated this part. It wasn’t the flight or hitting the ground, but the initial, lurching drop that always got him.
He fell.
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