When I first saw it, I thought I was hallucinating. The clouds above lit up like I have never seen before, as if the heavens themselves had woken to intervene in our little conflict. It rained in thick sheets of red energy from the sky, decimating anything and everything that dare stand in its sweep across the battlefield. Vanduul fell before the onslaught like so many blades of grass under a scythe, obscuring the entire area with the chaos of fire and blood.
Our Starfarer fell from orbit during the initial attack, and we were left to fend for ourselves for over four hours in that Vanduul infested forest before our saviors arrived in their Hercules. I remember that it all started with a series of soul-rattling booms in the distance; four if I recall correctly. But one thing I will never forget is how the ground shook when they hit. Ooh It was simultaneously so beautiful yet so terrifying at the same time; To know that the thunderous horror was directed toward your enemy.
Makes a man feel powerful, ya know? As if God himself is above, waiting to smite enemies at your command. I will be forever grateful to the men and women aboard that A2 that day. They recovered us and an entire stranded platoon before the night was over. I never would have made it home without the Hercules, so that is why I have decided to pay it forward by crewing on one myself.