The fleet dropped out of hyperspace, appearing on the long range scanners. Thousands of troops and personnel belonging to the Earth Federation, all ready for Operation Dawnstrike, an operation that marked a counterattack that had to turn the tides of the conflict between humans and Scrals. Hundreds of corvettes, cruisers, battleships, destroyers, heavy and small transports, carriers, every vessel conceivable was part of the gigantic attack fleet.
Inside one of the forward assault carriers leading the attack, a ship named the Raven, was a young member of the Armored Assault Infantry readying his suit for his plunge in the deep. His 'drop'. An action that required jumping out of the assault carrier while it remained in the stratosphere, down into the atmosphere, past the barrage of missiles and guns, down to the surface, and the Scral's AA-batteries, no doubt heavily guarded, and heavily fortified.
The fact that their mission was imperative didn't exactly lighten the mood for any of the 55 soldiers aboard the Raven. If they couldn't take down the enemy's flak, their landing craft would take tremendous blows, as well as their own support vessels becoming unable to properly bombard enemy strongholds. Each of them, despite being a veteran with many drops and missions behind them, was sweating lightly in their heavy suit, an extension of the human body, but stronger, more resilient, faster, and weaponized from head to toe. They weren't used to fighting with one another. They were a mixed team. Soldiers picked from dozens of squadrons to form a single unit that would spearhead the assault. Fifty-five soldiers, the elite within the elite, the best of the best. And despite training together, they still weren't used to each other.
Even more-so for the young soldier named Garell. He was the youngest of the entire group, and was so by quite the margin. Due to his young age, being only 19 years old, there was a fifteen year gap with the rest of the group. And despite being the youngest, he was the most ruthless and calm of them all. He had already lost everything he had, his family and friends, at the outset of the conflict. Since then, he had been in countless conflicts, fighting against Scral and odds alike, always making it out alive somehow, often by nothing more than luck.
A first beep rang through the hall. They knew they had entered the planet's stratosphere, and that their drop would start within a few seconds. No officer appeared reminding them of their