Slap Bang in the Middle of NowhereYou can't brace for the impact when a hundred-tonne dropship crashes.
When the Sundowner's AI senses a crash is imminent, it swivels the passenger seats to position the soldiers with their backs toward the impact. No such luck for the pilots. But we get one hell of a front-row experience.
Then everything goes black.
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At first, I'm not sure I'm conscious. It's so quiet. With an effort, I open my eyes. It's dark.
I rub my face and glance over at Braden. She hangs forward over the controls, restrained by her seat belt. Her head is suspended on two interface cables that have not been torn from their sockets in the seat. Blood drips from a deep cut above her eyebrow. She curses softly. The cockpit smells of piss and burning electronics. Damage reports
