"It's a freaking storm out here!"Shit, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck-Scáthach sat bolt upright, jolted out of a light slumber by the storm-created turbulence. For a millisecond, she thought they were under attack, but relaxed when she saw it was just some bad weather. She reclined back into her seat and closed her eyes again.
Pffft, as if some bad weather is gonna get the better of us. She did make sure to buckle herself in, however - just in case.
Not thirty seconds later, though...
"It's following us!"That sounded more like cause for alarm, and Scáthach sat up once again. Was the storm a Catastrophe? Not likely, unless it somehow hadn't shown up on radar, or unless her team's pilots were criminally incompetent. Or they'd just had the bad luck to happen upon it right when it formed, and it somehow hadn't been apparent that it would be a Catastrophe - even less likely. Some kind of incredibly powerful Originium Art, maybe? But this sort of thing surely would've taken multiple people's lives to even
cast, let alone power. Who would-
Scáthach's thoughts came screeching to a halt as she saw the two pilots jump, casual as you please, to their certain deaths, thus abandoning them to the same.
"Wh...-"After a moment of paralysis, her team leader sprinted for the cockpit and took the controls, shouting for the rest of them to evacuate while he kept the VTOL aloft. Two of Scáthach's teammates were the first to jump, thankfully remembering to take parachutes with them. After they had evacuated, Scáthach wasted no time in strapping on her own parachute and preparing to jump, and was pleased to see that her last teammate, Cardinal, was ready to jump at roughly the same time she was. Her leap was delayed slightly by another bolt of turbulence - though nothing a skilled Operator like herself couldn't handle - but soon enough, with a jaunty
"Good luck!", Scáthach was leaping to safety.
Scáthach touched down in a foul-looking bog, and immediately set about cursing the storm as she used her claws to cut through the straps of the parachute.
"Stupid god damn fuckin' storm... Now I got all kinds of mud and gunk in my boots, there's bugs everywhere, and I'm probably gonna be covered in either mud or mosquito bites by the time I find that shitty little village. Or both. ...C'mon, would you fuckin'- there we go!"Equipped with her weapons and freed from her parachute, Scáthach set about the next item on her list: surveying the environment, for both any of her teammates (particularly Cardinal, as he was most likely to be nearby) and for any possible threats. A little thrill went through her stomach as she saw something moving in the water.
Maybe this little pit stop won't be so bad after all...