OOC: This is some RP for the following: http://classic.particracy.net/viewbill. ... lid=256368
In a Military Transport Plane somewhere over Majatra
Sgt. Correa nervously took a deep breath as he received the OK signal from the flight crew. Looking to the rest of his companions he gave a light nod, causing them all to frantically pull themselves up from their sitting positions - a difficult task considering all the heavy gear they were carrying. Correa stumbled over to his machine gunner as the plane banked a little to the right, and helped him up. As he did so, the tailgate at the aft end of the plane began to lower. Correa took another deep breath and made his way over to the tailgate, his men following in an orderly line behind him. After a minute or so the tailgate lowered fully and a member of the flight crew walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Have fun, Sergeant. Just go when your ready."
"What's our altitude right now?" The Sergeant asked out of morbid curiosity.
"900 feet."
"Super." Correa doubted if the sarcasm would carry over the drone of the planes engine. In training the highest height he jumped from was 500 feet, and he did so 'combat light' - with only his weapons and no rucksack. This time he was carrying practically everything they could throw on him it seemed. Peaking out at the view below him, Correa decided to count to three, close his eyes and just go for it.
"1....2....3....." He leapt from the plane without hesitation but forgot to close his eyes. After an initial moment of sheer terror he began to gently fall to earth and he realised he wasn't plummeting to his death. He vowed to keep his composure, considering the high value target they would be monitoring.