High above the clouds, shielded by the great storm, a lone frigate soared above the skies in Hoths exoatmosphere. It grew lower and lower until it was skimming the blizzard at relatively high speeds. "Thirty seconds to drop!" One voice firmly yelled. The ship came lower still, as the storm began battering around its hull and shaking up its frame. "Twenty seconds." Alachei prepared herself, checking that her straps were all secured on her plasteel rucksack and her heavy, white trench coat. She double checked to make sure her headdress was locked tightly to her plated horns. "Ten seconds." Finally the ship started to slow down, and at this point it was rattling about as it forced itself against the hail and heavy winds. A side cargo door suddenly opened, wind and snow quickly rushing in, blowing her snow white hair all about her face. A heavy light near the cargo door shutter turned yellow. "DZ in Five... Four... Three... Two..." The heavily-suited figure yelled. Through the heavy storm Alachei could finally see the ground in broken up patches of visibility. "Go, go, go!" One figure leapt out of the cargo bay, then another. And the next. Then finally, it was her turn. The operator yelling the countdown simply nodded at her, then she leapt forward.
Almost instantly, everything grew quiet and calm as she initially fell from the frigate. Then, almost like being slammed back into reality, the sound of rushing wind from Alachei accelerating descent picked up into a harsh whistling uproar. A few seconds continued with nothing but blinding heavy clouds and whiteout gusts of wind. Finally, she broke through the cloud cieling and could see the members who jumped before her descending on their suits. The sun, occasionally breaking through patches of thinning clouds off in the horizon broke through, glistening brightly against the cold, snowy surface. She exited a nose dive by opening her arms and legs up, causing resistance against the air. Then she reached for a small device straped to her person and lifted it to her line of sight, checking for an altimeter reading. After three thousand feet, she broke open wind sails and glided gently to the surface where she saw the remainder of others' landing suits scattered across the ground. Two more landed behind her, some time after she touched down.
They all began packing their gear back into their plasteel rucksacks before finally regrouping around Alachei. A man lifted his goggles over his helmet. "Ready for action, ma'am." he said, saluting with his fist to his chest, followed by the others doing the same in tandem. Another pulled out a large datapad with a holomap. "According to our initial scanning, there are mountains here, here and here. Between the first two is a fairly large tundra. It's about five kilometers out, it has a large hill that overlooks the whole thing." He pointed to the locations on the map and traced the destination back to their current location with his finger, the long claw protruding through his glove gently cutting through the holographic surface.
"Alright. Take us there please, Captain."
(((Holy sh*t, I started working on this on and off after post #3, now look where it is, lmfao!...)))