Operation Desert Storm [Persian Gulf War, January 17, 1991]
-The other blonde stops fiddling with…well it’s best not to think about it. The device gets stowed while she checks the rest of her equipment before she stands, exhales, then grins at the rest of the squad.-
“You know it’s crazy to jump out of a perfectly good airplane, chute or no chute, right?!”
-That said she starts for the exit….then starts running so that she can throw herself out into the air with a whoop of glee.-
Azuka sighed as she watches the last two of her squad leap out, leaving her for last. She didn’t need to check her gear, she had all she needed in her lap. Looking down at the blade she unstrapped herself and without thinking about it- because if she thought about it she’d hesitate- she rushed the open end of the plane. Keeping her eyes down until the plane gave way from under her feet to open air, the fox actually floundered for a moment.
Caught between a scream and resolute silence, she grappled at nothing before gravity kicked in and she was falling. Gritting her teeth against the deafening whoosh of the wind, she held onto her sword and prepared to pull her chute when within range.
Sam landed first and got her chute off. She was standing at parade rest when the rest of her squad landed. A chuckle left her as the woman know as Chimera landed - she made a note to ask her about that later, then Kalani and Katarina landed.
She nodded to the three, but waited for the last member of their squad.
Once she landed, Sam looped an arm around her and began to lead her to their quarters.
“Oh look.. The Princess Squad has arrived.”
Sam turned her head to look at the men who were standing there. “Excuse me, dickheads?” She pursed her lips. “Exactly what the fuck gives you the right to say that?”
