Relic of the Future: Chapter 9

"You can't even see where you're going," Jaune protested, one hand on the pilot's seat as he stared out the frosted-over window. "How do you expect to land this thing?"

"I don't," the woman called back. "The team has set a beacon to fly to. I'll hover over it and you can jump out."

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It couldn't be any higher than Beacon's initiation, which even now seemed like a terribly dangerous way of testing applicants. Jaune sighed and pushed through to the door, tugging up the full-face goggles the pilot had provided. She'd said he would need them sooner or later, and she'd been proven right. As he stood in the doorway he looked down toward the ground, shivering as the snow slapped into his face. He couldn't see the ground. It was all white in a storm of white.

There was no time for hesitation, however. With a quick breath he hopped out and away from the Bullhead, free-falling down as the wind that rushed past him became vertical, air pressure causing a whistling sensation in his ears.

Through the storm, he saw the ground approach – a red flare on it, burning defiantly on the bare snow. He tensed his legs and brought himself upright, landing hard – harder than he'd expected given that he sank a good two feet into the snow with a spluttering cough. He couldn't see the Bullhead above but heard the engines roar as it took away, abandoning him in an icy wilderness.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 9