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asks.
    “Not sure, doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it can get us to the LZ,” Ravenson says. He does have a good point, as long as a ship is able to get you from A to B then it's always irrelevant what the make and model is.
    “Alright people, let's get on with this,” I say, jumping into the ship that's waiting for us.
    I twist around and watch everyone jump in behind me. The all too familiar adrenaline rush spreads through my system as we take off.
    The ship glides through the bay and through the blast doors that are wide open. We blast into the outside world; it feels great to be flying again. Even though we are cooped up in a metal can it felt good to be in the wide open space of the sky.

Two
     
     
    Day 7: Cycle 1: Period 1: Year 2397
     
     
    Flying always has its ups and its downs. You’re completely free, able to travel the stars to your heart’s content, now; that’s the good part. The bad part’s that something can go wrong while you’re doing that. Either you could be stuck in atmosphere or the cold vacuum of space and be completely helpless.
    “Mavrik eh?” Ravenson says.
    The muffled noises of the outside world are barely audible because of the internal wireless communications system built into the helmet, “ta lot better than Thomas. Your name has a bit of mystery to it, mine’s just boring.”
    I’ve worked with the unit before, just Lorid and Terein though; Ravenson was the newest member of the team. The last mission that we’d been deployed on hadn’t gone so well, we ended up losing a good soldier and a good friend.
    “Well, why don’t we change it then?” I reply, even under the helmet I can tell that Ravenson had a look of puzzlement on his face, “what about T-Rave? Sounds catchy, doesn’t it?”
    “Hmm, I don’t know, what about T-Man?”
    “Oh please, that just makes you sound like you’re trying to sell something illegal. I’d just go with T-Rave,” I urge.
    “Alright, T-Rave it is.”
    “Shadow Unit, we are approximately thirty seconds away from the LZ, better get ready for the jump, and be advised, movement has been seen down there. Good hunting Shadow Unit,” a voice rings over the intercom.
    “We will be. Shadow unit, move out,” I say, opening up the ramp to the outside world. We’re about fifteen meters above the ground when we uncoil our ropes and watch them disappear below us.
    “Don’t you think ropes are a little out-dated Sir? Jayon said that these suits were assisted, technically we could just jump out,” Terein asks. 
    “Sure they’re outdated, but they are also a lot quieter than what we could be doing. We need stealth here Sargent, not technology.”
    The rope feels familiar in my hands, something physical is always better than high tech equipment. Rope is very simple, and yet effective at the same time.
     Companies and corporations always try to improve their products by making them more complex, what they didn’t realize is that most of their products got worse and worse the ‘better’ they got. Simple is always the best solution. 
    I start to shimmy down the rope, hand under hand, you could never be too careful about your speed when you are suspended above nothingness. I slowly release my grip, with these gloves on it made it impossible to get rope burn; your gloves could still warm up quite a bit though.
    “Woohoo!” Sargent Terein yells as he goes flying down the rope, using minimal resistance -luckily his intercom was broadcasting to the unit and not to the outside world-. What was taking me a good ten seconds to get down only takes him a fraction of that time.
    I hear an ‘oof’ through the intercom as he lands; his knees buckle hard and all the oxygen from his lungs goes rushing out.
    “Wow, you’re right Colonel, ropes are better,” he says with a wheezy voice, obviously all the air hasn’t returned yet.
    My feet hit the cold ground, rubble scattered everywhere. Even though we have intercom chatter everything around me