[HARD CONTACT] Chapter 3: FUCKING BIRDS
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mamuzzy || Republic Commando: Hard Contact || 2004 || Book series || Military, Sci-Fi || 18+ for violence and harrowing themes ||
THIS IS SO... XDDDD I LOVE when bullshit like this happening. They are professional, they are prepared, the disguise is okay, but what makes the operation at risk??? FUCKING BIRDS!!!! FUCKING BIRDS FLIED INTO THE ENGINE!!!! XDD
“AA, Sarge?”
“Birdstrike,” Niner said, deceptively quiet. “Atmos engine’s fried.”
(...)
The Narsh dirt-crate hadn’t let them down. It had just succumbed to being in the wrong airspace at the wrong time, and met the local avian species the hard way. Now they were plummeting toward the kind of landing not even the latest Katarn armor could help them survive.
(...)
The Narsh dirt-crate hadn’t let them down. It had just succumbed to being in the wrong airspace at the wrong time, and met the local avian species the hard way. Now they were plummeting toward the kind of landing not even the latest Katarn armor could help them survive.
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THIS IS SO... XDDDD I LOVE when bullshit like this happening. They are professional, they are prepared, the disguise is okay, but what makes the operation at risk??? FUCKING BIRDS!!!! FUCKING BIRDS FLIED INTO THE ENGINE!!!! XDD
