Ok I lied I wasn't entirely asleep when I was thrown roughly from the airship. You can't sleep through flak (canisters loaded in artillery fired into the air to explode flying aircraft, its kind of like duck hunting except you know with people in airships). The banging and rattling alone would wake anyone up. Well that and the fire and the screaming. Yeah apparently airships are not super mobile, or impossible to hit with flack. When all of a sudden the ship I was on went from flying to crashing I figured out right quick what that backpack I'd put on really was.
Slats was yelling at me as the cabin was on fire and parts of people who were people moments before they exploded were coating us. I couldn't exactly make out what he was saying but when he threw me through the flames and into the open air I thought for a brief moment I had finally been killed in a way that I could not in any way shape or form stop (I mean I can steal the life out of someone, I can burn the world, but I can't stop myself from falling to my death). Thankfully slats who had some how caught up to me yelled at me to pull the little cord across my chest. I did so and the backpack expanded into a cloth drag (also known as a parachute, no I have no idea why) it did let me see the world as a very pretty place that was exploding all around me with other people in parachutes falling in the night sky (did I mention it was night? it was night, bam mentioned!). While I was watching the carnage around me I noticed that flak guns had another purpose outside of anti aircraft as one can imagine (here's a hint it began raining that night and it wasn't water).
Terrified of becoming splattered I was really happy when Slats and I hit the ground safely. Until I realized we landed in the middle of an enemy encampment. Because of course we did.
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