Your ship hits atmosphere hard, the hull groaning under the strain of reentry. The floor and walls shook so hard they risked flying apart, the noise deafening you.
The hellish experience soon passes and you find yourself gliding through the upper atmosphere, heading down to the planet's surface. The serenity, as you know, cannot last the ship groaning once again as the bottom thrusters kick in, slowing your fall immensely before a jarring impact tests the resolve of every bone in your body.
You black out momentarily, your eyes opening to a room that looked like a bunch of kroot had stampeded through it. A bit of smoke was drifting lazily out of the air vents on the walls.
Beside you, Tessa and the Hospitaller seemed fine, as did Anna and all the others. Your head wasn't too happy with you though. You hear the Canoness bark several orders through the intercom, ending with a phrase in High Gothic. It took a moment for you to process it but it was basically something along the lines of finish checking the engine and get into battle formation.
You groan, unstrapping yourself. Though your witch sense was silent, you had a bad feeling about all of this...
(srry also making plans for the planet)