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[Omi]

Lieutenant Lukas Hoffmann generally didn't speak much, as a rule. He'd been sitting in the back of the Credit, watching the operation unfold with interest, and all of a sudden it looked like he was being catapulted into action. He got up hastily, moving through to the airlock.

"Social Credit, commence bulldog, I repeat, let bulldog out of the pound!"

The gunship flew low, skimming the Freeport as close as the pilot could go. Lukas ran one last systems check on his powered armour, holstering his assault rifle and checking on his Luger, which was still safely ensconced in its holster by his side. He could see the tram tube below, the tram inside speeding so fast it was almost a blur. It was no match for the speed of a Coalition spacecraft, though.
The light went green. The airlock depressurised violently, throwing Lukas towards the transit tube at an intense speed. He impacted with the force of a jackhammer, driving the breath out of his chest. The shock absorbers in his armour were thrown into overdrive, pushed to the edge of their performance envelope by counteracting such velocity.
Lukas stood up gingerly, slightly dazed by the fact that he'd managed to survive that drop in one piece. Trusting his boots to keep him suckered to the tube's surface, he looked back, watching the train get closer and closer while he unholstered his rifle. He adjusted his grip, making sure he was ready. As the train was about to pass below, he stamped hard on the already weakened tube exterior, the power of his armour's motors multiplying the force by an incredible amount. It crumpled like so much rice paper, and Lukas fell through vacuum onto the roof of the train.
He swayed, somehow managing to keep his balance. That was the easy bit over, then. Carefully, he inched his way along the roof, hunkering low for stability until he reached a hatch which would allow him access.
Normally, he would have worried about all the air being sucked out of the train, or tram, or whatever the hell it was, at this point, but they were probably far enough from the breach now that it shouldn't matter for a while, at least. He reached out one gauntlet and wrenched upwards, almost tearing the hatch from its housing.
In he dropped, bouncing rather gently onto the floor in the midst of several surprised passengers. He ignored them, noticing that the train, which had been slowing down, was now completely stationary. The doors opened and the occupants began to flood off, including, no doubt, the contact.
He swore, roughly shouldering his way through the crowd and stepping into the station.

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