Inside the transport ship's cabin, as the moment drew near, piercing alarms blared while red warning lights flashed and buzzed frantically:
"Warning!"
"Fifty seconds until the spacecraft reaches the designated target area. Brace yourselves and prepare to jump!"
"Warning!"
"Forty-five seconds until the spacecraft reaches the designated target area. Brace yourselves and prepare to jump!"
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At that moment, the eleven fully armed green-skin players, clad in red CMC Powered Combat Suits, carrying C-14 Spike Rifles and huge battle axes on their backs, had already formed two lines and stood silently before the slowly opening cargo hatch at the rear of the ship.
After all, this was merely an ordinary transport ship, and a somewhat oversized one at that. It was not a compact rapid medivac capable of deploying troops at any time, much less one of those small military transport planes from the old era. Under these conditions, the only way to deploy troops to the ground was to open the cargo hold and have the Green-Skin Marines jump down themselves.
Landing directly would make too much of a commotion, and it would not be safe either.
Of course, the key was that a certain troublesome little girl President did not allow it. She was doing it on purpose. Whether she wanted to watch the fun or properly train the green-skin players' high-altitude landing capabilities, she simply refused to let the ship land.
"Warning!"
"Forty seconds until the spacecraft reaches the designated target area. Brace yourselves and prepare to jump!"
"Warning!"
"Thirty-five seconds until the spacecraft reaches the designated target area. Brace yourselves and prepare to jump!"
Second by second, the time ticked away. By the open hatch, the eleven fully armed green-skin players remained motionless, standing ready in strict formation. They appeared remarkably calm