“Say again, Forty seconds, Forty seconds, Hard landing!”
Gill was snapped out of his dulled state by the panicked shouting on the vox followed by the piercing sound of the hull being rended apart by enemy fire, he could feel his stomach churn as the ship was thrown about like a paper boat in a storm as it fell to the ground. He felt the air getting thinner as it rushed out the gap in the hull, the vacuum starting to make it hard to hear the shouting of those around him, he wasn't sure what was worse suffocating or listening to the annoying screams of the other guardsmen; he let out a sigh, if they survived he hoped that they would calm down enough to be useful.
He gripped the barrel of his autogun clenching harder as the lander began to judder more and more before cursing himself for getting scared, fear was for conscripts and dead men and stopped you from doing your best, despite this he got into brace position and shut his eyes tightly.
"Well emperor, if today's the day."