075, Titan-kun? On the good way, a big drop is good! (a)

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[Simulation initializing…]

[You have arrived in the Warhammer Universe.]

[Time: Unknown]

[Location: Galaxy · Ultima Segmentum · Talos]

[You find yourself inside a Valkyrie transport aircraft…]

[You're wearing a heavy, olive-green carapace armor with a fully enclosed helmet.]

[In your hands is an Accatran-pattern lasgun, and a grav-chute is strapped to your back.]

[Without drawing attention, you shift your gaze to observe your surroundings.]

[Inside the dimly lit Valkyrie cabin…]

[Several ordinary soldiers, dressed identically to you, are silently preparing for battle.]

[Most are inspecting their Accatran-pattern lasguns, while some carry flamers or mortars.]

[You take a deep breath, adjusting to the faint vibrations running through the cabin.]

[Just as you're about to ask a nearby soldier for information…]

[A middle-aged man, dressed in the uniform of an Imperial officer, stumbles out from the Valkyrie cockpit.]

[A peaked cap shadows his graying hair, and his face is marred with rough creases and scars, as if scorched by las-fire.]

["Most of the Astra Militarum troops…"] The officer's solemn voice resonates through the cabin, drawing the attention of all soldiers, including you.

["This isn't a reminder for you meatheads…"] The officer's scarred face breaks into a wry smile as he scans the soldiers.

["They'll ride out in Valkyrie transports, calmly adjusting their lasguns, muttering prayers, and descending slowly, undisturbed by anti-air fire, to land on solid ground…"]

["But you won't be doing that!"]

[The officer's voice rises, his eyes sparking with an intense fire.]

["You'll be leaving the Valkyrie in an entirely different way!"]

["Tell me, boys and girls… how will you land?!" The officer's veins bulge in his neck as he shouts.]

[The soldiers in the cabin instantly stop what they're doing.]

[They stand up in perfect unison, voices firm, echoing from their enclosed helmets.]

["Reporting, sir! We will land on our feet!"]

[You join the shout instinctively, blending with the others.]

["Hoo-ha—"]

[The officer straightens, saluting as he lets out a loud yell.]

["Hoo-ha—"]

[The surrounding soldiers respond with pride.]

[At that moment, the hiss of mechanical valves opening fills the air.]

[The grav-chute on your back hums softly.]

[You turn toward the sound and see the Valkyrie's cabin door slowly opening, flooding the cabin with blinding light.]

[A biting, icy wind rushes in, whipping around and battering everyone inside.]

[Unprepared, you nearly lose your balance.]

["Careful, Captain!" A soldier near you steadies you by the arm.]

[A resolute female voice echoes from her enclosed helmet.]

[You don't have time to thank her.]

[You watch as soldiers, one after another, let out a battle cry and sprint out of the Valkyrie into the open air.]

[Once they leave the cabin and leap into the air…]

[The grav-chutes on their backs emit bright, white flames, helping them to swiftly adjust their body positions.]

[The female soldier who helped you gives your arm a firm pat before charging forward without hesitation.]

[You feel a creeping fear of the drop.]

[You hesitate for a moment.]

[However, from the corner of your eye, you spot the officer's hand slowly reaching for his waist.]

[You take a deep breath.]

[A fierce battle cry escapes your lips.]

[Without another thought, you dash forward, leaping out of the Valkyrie.]

[The biting, icy wind, sharp as a blade, cuts through the gaps in your carapace armor and pierces into your body.]

[You experience a fleeting sense of weightlessness.]

[The grav-chute on your back quickly helps you regain balance, though you're still unnerved.]

[At that moment, under the vast blue sky…]

[One Valkyrie transport after another roars as they pour soldiers from their cabins.]

[You catch sight of a striking insignia on the side of the transport…]

[And realize your true unit—the Elysian Drop Troops!]

[The cold wind saps away your body heat.]

[You grit your teeth against the chill.]

[Your eyes scan the other soldiers around you, watching how they prepare to land.]

[A minute later, your feet hit the ground heavily, your boots sinking into the dirt.]

[A sharp pain radiates through your legs.]

[But the solid ground beneath your feet brings a reassuring sense of stability.]

["I hate drops…" you mutter to yourself.]

[One by one, fully armed soldiers land around you, their boots thudding into the soil.]

[They quickly crouch down, scanning the surroundings as they detach their grav-chutes.]

[You take a deep breath, fumbling to remove your own grav-chute.]

[You glance down, checking your gear and gripping the lasgun in your hands tightly.]

[You realize you've landed in an industrial zone, surrounded by tall structures.]

[Some soldiers have already begun to storm nearby buildings as part of the assault.]

[Red-hot las-fire and blue energy pulses of an unknown enemy flash, igniting the battle.]

[Just as you're about to join the fray…]

["Captain! Wrong direction!" Nine soldiers, armored and helmeted, gather around you.]

[The female soldier who saved you earlier stops your reckless advance.]

["Repeat the mission objectives!" You quickly collect yourself, asking with calm resolve.]

["The 23rd Drop Regiment's mission is to secure the entire 23-30 Desalination Plant; our squad's target is to take the nearby water tanks…" She hesitates briefly but quickly gives you the situational update.]

[You nod slightly, assigning her to lead the assault.]

[You and your squad swiftly advance toward the objective.]

[The sound of intense gunfire grows louder; you still haven't seen the enemy directly.]

[Suddenly, a swarm of red drones rounds the corner ahead, charging at you.]

[These strange mechanical constructs fire pulses of blue energy toward you.]

[With quick reflexes, you grab the backplate of the female soldier's armor, pulling her out of harm's way.]

[You raise your lasgun with one hand and pull the trigger…]

[Firing precise shots into the swarm of drones darting through the air.]

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