Re: The Temple
With a throb of anti-grav and roar of retro-jets, thje cutter settled into the clearing. Loose leaves and dead branches were blown up in a momentary storm. The cutter sat there, metal skin ticking as it cooled. The heat of reentry radiated off the hull.
A personnel hatch opened and metal stairs extended. Two Free Suns marines in Combat Environment Suits and combat helmets, carrying ACRs quickly descended to the ground and took up covering positions, left and right. They waited, scanning the treelines with the lights attached to their weapons.