The storm bashed and bayed violently with lightning striking around us. I turned to the kid whose name I found out was Jeff “you see that over there” I say pointing to a bolt of lightning stringing one of the C-130s. “Relax” I say to a panicking Jeff who at this point was a hair away from hyperventilating “What do you think I meant when I said ride the lighting, we literally ride a lighting bolt down into Dhéǵhōm. What's next you're going to tell me you don’t know who the Fortunate Sons are?”. The blank look on his face and the reply of “I don’t listen to classic rock” told me everything I needed to know about the group of dipshits I’m going to be babysitting. I a tone of barley repressed rage I screamed “How the fuck do you not know the name of the group that is currently flying you to another dimension”. My angry tirade was cut short by the copilot shouting “Thunder strike in three, two, one” and with that we started out entrance to Dhéǵhōm. The five minutes of straight free fall surrounded by an electric blue stop freaking you out after the first minute, or so I thought because Jeff is still screaming. I smack him one to shut him the fuck up and then turn to the rest of the guys in the chopper with us for some help and their amused looks tell me that this guy is my problem until we land. “So why are you in one of the security choppers anyway?” I ask him and he tells me he swapped choppers with a raider who wanted to catch up with one of his old buddies from high school in one of the chinooks. Before I can even comment on that action the huey lurches and everybody perks up as sunlight returns to view. And over the radio we hear “Welcome to Dhéǵhōm dipshits, it is currently a nice and sunny 87 degrees outside with humidity at 73 percent. To our civilian passengers I will kindly ask you to keep all arms and legs inside the aircraft until we reach our stopover at Kilgore Airfield. As for Fortunate Sons on this flight as well as independent raiders who rely on us for transport. Lock and load the chinks are attacking FOB Quaritch and we are the closest group that can respond. All security aircraft peel off and relive FOB Quaritch, also heads up Rhuook and his band are there as well so watch your fire.” Upon hearing this we all perk up as the stereo's in every chopper blasts Fortunate Son as we fly off into combat. I ready my Tommy Gun and look the kid in the eye and say “This is where the fun begins.”