Natalie looked over, her helmet sitting in her lap, the titan of a woman enjoying this little ride in the compact transport aircraft. She had been inhaling pure oxygen for an hour now, as had the others, the fact that you were 32,000 feet making for an environment which was begging for. Her legs wide, you could take in just how armoured every single part of her body was, it literally could withstand pretty much all of the firepower that the other men within. Her GAU-19 was in a specialized jump pack, mounted onto her side, as well as a parachute system installed onto the suit, capable of HALO, and similar to their previous insertion, based of a large round parachute to take the weight. She felt big once more, and despite the fact that she had suffered a wound that would have practically killed anyone , Natalie Ivanovich Denisova tended to be made of stronger stuff. The Doctors had said it was remarkable, how quickly she had reacted to treatment, and within three weeks, already been pumping lead in the gym, then in this suit. They told her it was not advisable. Doctors did not know her body, Natalie said to herself. They knew very little about what was under this, all seven foot two of her being, being able to do whatever it took to get back.

Her sharp blonde hair had been colored slightly blue, and even though every single military figure would consider it a travesty, it was flowing to her neck, and with her beautiful face, it said. If you looked down from her face, a different figure emerged. Carbon black, hexagons, honeycomb, and what may have been the hurtiest of hurt lockers of armour, like her fiancee's. She put her hands into a fist and palm, feeling the weight, feeling the power in her body. She grinned, as she stood up, taking a deep breath in. The rustling of gear alone turned Ross and Jenny's sight to her, as she looked over at them, then over at Carl. She towered over him, looking down with a venomous smile underneath, the cooling system kicking in. As per usual, she was stark naked underneath the armour, and it was the way she rolled. 
"Hmmm...I think you should ask yourself the same question, Lieutenant. You haven't seen our version of madness in a while. And I've almost died twice in the last few months, so I feel particularly mad today." She added, as she patted her GAU-19 on her side, smirking a little. She slid the helmet onto her head, pulling the oxygen supply that she had been breathing in from the aircraft out, to be replaced by that of through her own helmet. The helmet locked in, as the HUD fired up, already engaging in a mode suitable for freefall, as she felt it lock into place. Taking in air, she gave a hand to Victor, smirking through her visor, as she looked on at the others, towering over most of the men in the cargo hold, alongside her fiancee.

Ross looeked on, as he put his visor down, standing up, his ammunition rucksack mounted on his front and a rig on his back, oxygen flowing, as it did on Jenny's suit, in a similar manner, over the armoured faceplate.
"Fuck, we are going to have a fun time, aren't we? It's still two and a half minutes of freefall, even in these suits!" Jenny asked over the radio, checking her own LMG, the belt-fed MG4 sitting in it's position, as she checked Ross's rig, before he did the same for her, looking over over, the two Juggernauts aware that they were going back to the void, on this evening.
"No doubt, but keep an eye on your altimeter. These two are going to pave concrete through hell. Holy shit, I thought you couldn't get more fucking armored, Bear." Ross said, as Natalie chuckled, her voice like gravel today, a dark Russian female's voice rather than her sweeter French-sounding accent.
"Well, we found a way. It is laser-precise, and I have a weapon that fires fifty caliber rounds at a rate of 800RPM. It's the same plate, but with technology that should still be in a scientist's laboratory. The visor alone is made of materials that sound like they're from...what is that show, with Spock?" Natalie said, her Russian accented English kicking in a little harder than of late, probably due to the last operation that she had been on involving a hefty amount of them.
"Star Trek? Hey, have you seen any TV over the last decade?" Jenny said, semi-jokingly, as Natalie glanced a stare.
"I would watch tongue, Sergeant. Anyway, you're going to be up first. To secure the LZ, then we will probably be above you. Remember, we can provide fire from above, depending how high we pull." She added, looking across, as she looked out at the rear cargo door, then back at everyone else. She looked across at the door, walking over, reaching into her hip. 

From the hilt, she pulled it out, the sight of Athena's Wrath could be seen as she raised it high, scraping the roof of the cargo bay, turning around and planting it into the floor, one handed, before inspecting the blade. It was as beautiful as it felt, it was like her armour, not a show, not some medieval weapon, it had a blade sharper than , and it had a design that was not alike what she wore. Laser precise, but a weapon of huge size, and brutal methods, as she stroked it in her gauntlet.
"You have a fucking sword?!" Jenny added, looking on in shock as Natalie held it with barely an floundering problem, the huge fucking weapon sitting comfortably, being her own size. It was insane, how that was possible, she thought to herself.
"Oh, so now I get criticized for not watching Star Trek, because I watch real woman TV. If I am honest, it works better than a Scimitar." She added, Ross chuckling.
"It's the fucking Mountain and his wife. We're in safe hands." Ross added, as he checked over his gear for the last, last time, before heading past Natalie, who had slid her sword back, heading to open the cargo door. With a simple switch, the door began whirring open, the sight of orange on the distance, the evening setting in, with clouds far, far below, partly covering the world that they were going into, the noise loud as hell, even through his helmet.
"Shit, this reminds me a lot of our first time, Carl! Popping the fucking cherry by dropping into a city on our lonesome, then hot extracting the fuck out....well, I guess fate likes it's repeats!" Ross yelled over the comms, looking across to the group, readying himself up to follow Carl and Jenny.