My mind was racing. What had happened? I looked through the cockpit window and gazed in horror at the monstrosity before me. It was indeed the landing pad, but instead of a spearhead team being there, it was an army of the Death Legion.
Before we flew down to Trejyk, the commanders were briefed on the mission details. At the time, our forces had set up a near impregnable foothold at the landing zone where our troops would be dropped off. This was suppose to be a bulk mission, one where we would amass a ground force and figure out a plan on-ground. We were also told that the enemy we would be facing were rutheless killers twisted by the false words of their leader Sondar the Mutilator. His forces were highly trained men, who had called themselves the Death Legion.
As I stared in terror, I noticed a red flag raised high up on shore. As I strained to see it, a chill ran down through my spine. It was the skins of the men and women who were in the spearhead team.
“Oh boy,” I said, “This will be fun.”