Acun could hear almost nothing, the bright light from the sun was painful against almost two years of the florescent white lighting of her home. She had been in an Osprey for almost… 3 hours? That seemed right, but with the din of the engines above her, and the unshakable feeling of dread. She had been told to bring, “All you need to survive”. What the hell did that mean? She brought some utinsils, a gallon jug of water, her web gear, a musette bag to carry it all in, her pistol, her sword, a first aid kit, 2 clips of ammunition, and three days of MRE’s. The first thing she did was when she got to the surface of the complex that was her home was strip down into her underclothes, fold all of them into a neat pile, and assemble all that she was bringing onto a table inside of the Osprey’s hanger.
Tami followed Acun out, and with the stern face of a drill sergeant, went through her things, while Acun stood as stiff as a post, shivering in the cold weather of the surface and from the wind, in the best semblance of attention that she had. Tami instantly discarded the foodstuffs, the firearms, she poured out all of the water from the canteen and the gallon jug. She swept the sword off of the table, it made a echoing clang as that resounded for some seconds in the hanger. Tami ripped apart the first aid kit, throwing out all of the medicines within, the knife in the eating utinsils was thrown on the ground as well. Ammunition was stripped from the web gear. Acun’s old uniform was burned, and replaced with an all black uniform, made to fit Acun’s body, consisted of 2 layers, a pair of thermal clothes to protect her against any sort of cold, and a cotton set of a shirt, socks, gloves, and pants, all tailored to fit Acun perfectly.
She dressed quickly, and found herself repacking what was left of her first aid kit back into the musette bag, as well as the empty canteen and jug. Without expression, she took her seat on the helicopter, and it flew off to a destination of which she had no knowledge of.
Sleep overcame Acun, a restless sleep, no dreams to plague her on her travels. She was awoken by the change in engine sound, the propellers were tilting, the helicopter slowing. Acun was given the command to stand up, and without warning, was shoved out of the helicopter, a perilous fall to whatever was below. Acun only saw the sky and the Osprey, a cloudless blue as she fell to earth, her bag broke her fall, of maybe 10 meters, the helicopter had been low to the ground, she knew anything inside of it was broken, so that jug was likely smashed. She heard the helicopter’s engines move away, it was returning to base presumably…
Acun stopped her looking at the fading Osprey to actually take in her surroundings. She was in field of tall grasses, the amber mixed with green occasionally, but it was taller than her, she would need a better vantage to see where she was actually. She formed a knife, the crystal solidifying in her hand in a reverse grip, she slowly got up and moved away from her landing spot, any broken equipment would have to be taken account of when she made camp.