The briefing image had raised more questions than it had answered. The grainy images looked like some of new sleek mech or power armour. The way it moved, it was just wrong, it looked too smooth to be a machine. The rest of his squad were in the dark as much as him. Still he had a few surprises up his sleeve. Some red marked HE rounds and blue tipped armour piercing. Any thoughts, worries, or predictions, went out the window at the gut wrenching crash. He felt his bodyweight slam tight against the straps. His hands tightened their grip, trying to fight the wave of nausea in his stomach. "O Boże". He screwed his eyes shut but that just made it worse, at least then he could brace himself for the sickening lurches. We're going down. That realisation alone made him want to get sick. "Kurwa". He tried to force his breathing to slow. He didn't want his last few seconds of life to be him pissing himself and screaming in fear.