After an entire day of brutal training, the Players had finally managed to drop from several thousand meters up and land steadily within a hundred meters of their target. As for whether that successful landing was hard or soft, and whether they would survive... that depended entirely on luck.
At that moment, this squad of Airborne Trooper Players was inside a Valkyrie assault transport. The cabin was cramped and dim, its metal plating cold and hard, while the air was thick with a mingled smell of engine oil, sweat, and gunpowder. Even through the heavy armor, they could hear the sharp whistles of bullets and energy beams slicing past outside, the thudding impacts, and the sizzling friction of energy currents.
Every sound came with a slight jolt of the aircraft as pilot Archer dodged the scattered ground fire with exceptionally precise, fluid maneuvers.
Yet the Players in the cabin seemed utterly detached from it all. They chatted and laughed without the slightest tension of being on a battlefield. Some leaned against the walls, idly picking at their nails, while others eagerly shared amusing stories from the night before, relaxed smiles on their faces.
One Player reached out and lightly tapped Qiaogelisi Top Laner on the arm with his knuckles. A cigarette of unknown origin dangled from his lips as he teased, "Whether this operation succeeds depends on you, Fat Baby."
"Fuck off!" Qiaogelisi Top Laner slapped the hand away irritably. His slightly puffy face, the result of years of staying up late, was written all over with displeasure. "Who the fuck came up with Fat Baby as my nickname?!"
The other Players immediately burst into laughter. Some were laughing so hard they doubled over, pointing at him as they joked, "Who told you to voluntarily plant a tactical nuke inside